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Daughters of Anarchy	By : vivalaresistance Category: S through Z > Sons of Anarchy Views: 7488 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Daughters of Anarchy
- 2-A relapse of rebelion
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Ginger crouched from her hiding spot behind a bookcase (not full of books, mind you, but rather, with binders full of records, mug shots, club history, and junk). She had an ear pressed to the wall, straining her hearing to make out what they were saying in the room on the other side. It wasn't that she was a particularly naughty girl who spied and eavesdropped a lot, it was just that, well, there was absolutely nothing else to do!
Everytime she tried to help the prospects with a car or bike that came in, they ruffled her hair and told her to go find something else to do, let the men work. So she went to find Jax. He was bug-able. She just had to stay out of trouble to the extent of not pissing off Clay.
After Jax turned her away too, for a club meeting, there was pretty much nothing to do except draw on the walls with charcoal, run around by herself in the glaring California sun, and ask the prospects deep, philosophical questions, sit back, and watch them have a row.
But today, she'd run, she'd drawn, she'd gotten a swat or two for doing the latter, and the prospects were in the meeting. Some club business she wasn't allowed to know about. So today, she pressed an ear to the wall and basked in a little rebellion.
It wasn't all that fun after a couple minutes of indecipherable mumbling though, so Ginger resided to sneak into the meeting room after they were dismissed. She felt a spark of fire in her today! It was more exciting because she'd never been in that room. She'd asked Clay why she wasn't allowed once, to which he replied "Club rules, sweetpea." She wasn't satisfied, and pestered him further, to which he replied by grabbing the tv remote and smacking her with it. "Club rules is club rules, put it out of your goddamn head, kid." he growled.
If she were caught sneaking in there, she wasn't going to get a swat with a remote...
The meeting dismissed and she didn't make a sound behind her concealed perch. Clay walked out last, and locked the door behind him. She pouted. Now how was she going to get in?
Being a stubborn Teller, she didn't give up that easy. So after dinner, she hopped up on her papa's lap and pretended to be tired. Clay was a hard man, scary and mean...except when he was with Ginger. She was his baby girl, his princess. He'd made for her, a leather "Sons of Anarchy" jacket with the name "Princess Reaper" sewn on the bottom by Gemma.
Ginger pretended to fall asleep on Clay's chest, and felt herself being lifted and carried to bed. She shared a room with Jax, she got the top bunk, but Clay was tall enough to reach up there, and he set her in bed gently, stroked her hair, and kissed her on the forehead goodnight.
As soon as the door shut, she opened her hand, which had his key ring in it. She'd nicked it while laying, a sleeping angel, on an unsuspecting lap. She grinned. Now she just had to wait for everyone to go to sleep.
"Hey kiddo, you awake?" Jax said later when he came in. She groaned as if she'd just woken up.
"I am now." she said, pretending to be resentful. He chuckled.
"Sorry, go back to sleep. Tomorrow we're leaving out for a ride, club business. You'll stay here with Gemma and Opie, kay?" he said. Ginger made an affirmative "Mm-hmm."
"Aight, love ya kiddo. Night." Jax said, stepping up on his tip-toes to give Ginger a goodnight kiss. Jax fell asleep soon enough and Ginger crept down the bunk ladder and out the door.
It was exciting, tip-toeing down the halls at night! She could hear Chibs and a couple prospects chatting in the garage, and made sure to control her breathing to a low volume. She slid the keys in, trying to be as soundless as possible, until she found the right one. The door, to her immense relief, did not creak. It was much less fun being a rebel over Clay's knee.
She cautiously stepped in the forbidden edifice, holding her breath. She closed the door behind her carefully, then let out a breath. This was disappointing, she thought. It was just a regular room. It looked like all the other rooms in the clubhouse, cluttered with boxes and junk, car parts and gun parts. It smelled like all the other rooms in the clubhouse too, like cigarettes and alcohol.
She figured, while she was there, she might as well enjoy it. So she climbed up on the big, heavy, wooden table, and danced around on the carving of the reaper. She was starting to have a good time. She hopped off and went to the little desk with bottles of whiskey and moonshine on it. She dipped her tongue in a capful of Jack, decided it was perfectly horrible, possibly the worst thing she'd ever tasted in her life, gagged, and spat it out.
She was about to call it quits and go back to bed, when she hit her hip on the edge of the table. She inhaled with a wide mouth, repressing a scream. She felt like she'd been shot, and pressed both hands to her hip. She stumbled towards the door and stubbed her bare toe against a chair and fell. She rocked back and forth, cradling her foot and holding her breath to keep from crying out.
Ginger was the kind of kid who punched the chair that stubbed her toe, punched the table that hit her hip, but she knew she'd be heard, so instead she punched a soft leather chair. Little did she know, a bottle of rum was resting on the arm of the chair. It fell, broke and made a loud noise that shattered the silence. She poised for running as soon as the scary noise sounded and strained her hearing for approaching footsteps.
"What the hell was that?!" Bobby grunted.
"It came from the meeting room." Tig said.
Ginger panicked, where was she to hide?! She crawled under the table and crouched behind the chair legs to hide herself. In a moment of jolting panic, she remembered, she'd left the door unlocked! She bolted to the door and fumbled with the key, fitting into the slot and turning, just as the footsteps pounded down the hallway right towards the meeting room! She darted back to under the table, her heart pounding a thousand beats a minute.
The lock turned and Bobby and Tig’s boots entered the room.
"Shit, it was Chib's damn liquor. Stupid bastard, this shit's expensive." Tig said in disgust.
"Ya better wipe that shit up man, Chibs'll get on the floor and lick it up." Bobby joked. They chuckled.
To Ginger's absolute horror, she heard them pour a drink and pulled out chairs to sit on. She had to stay still and silent for as long as it took for these fucks to get wasted and pass out!
"Hey! Prospect! Get in here!" Bobby shouted. Ginger shook her head in disbelief. The new guy came in and sat for a beer with them. They talked about Mayan territory and the pussy they got last night at the barbecue. After, it turned to strictly club business, Ginger zoned out and played a thumb war with herself. She was close to falling asleep when-
"Get on the ground. Put your hands on your head. Don't make a sound or I'll blow your fuckin head off!" The new guy's voice said. Ginger tensed up and stopped breathing, experiencing a momentary heart attack at the suddenness of danger.
"What the hell are you on about?" Tig spat. I craned my neck to see what was going on through the chair legs. The new guy lifted his shirt to reveal a Mayan tattoo.
"You feckin bastard." Tig said in disgust.
"On the ground. Now." he repeated. OH NO. On the ground meant that Bobby and Tig would see her under the table! There was nothing she could do! They grumbled and got on the floor, hands on their heads. Ginger sucked in her breath and froze, petrified.
"You're gonna give me the crank money, you're gonna give me Clay's exact location for rendezvous tomorrow, and then you're gonna give me the keys to this room. Y'understand?" New guy said.
"I'm gonna give you a boot up your asshole." Bobby snarled. New guy kicked him in the side. He cringed and grunted, turning his face, to Ginger's horror, in her direction. When he opened his eyes he was staring right at her. She clapped a hand over her mouth.
Bobby's eyes grew wide and his eyebrows raised in a mix of shock, surprise, and fear. He nudged Tig with his foot while New guy rummaged through their pockets. Tig looked in the same direction, and his face did the same thing. None of them knew what to do next.
"Aight where's the money?! Is it in a safe?! Is it with Clay? I know he didn't deposit it yet, he has to keep it somewhere!" New guy yelled, jabbing his gun downward at their heads. Ginger was scared he'd hear her heart beating.
She looked around for something she could do. She couldn't scream, she couldn't sneak out, and she didn't have a cell-phone. In panic and confusion, her eyes landed on the broken glass from the liquor bottle lying a couple feet away from her. Her heart pounded even harder.
She looked at Bobby, pointed to the glass, pointed to her, pointed to him, and made a strangling sign with her hands around her neck. Bobby nodded ever so slightly. So Ginger soundlessly crept to the broken glass, new guy still spitting abuse and threats at Tig and Bobby. She reached out a tiny hand, and grabbed hold of the biggest, sharpest piece. Her head was screaming at her. "You're crazy! Just stay hidden damn you!"
She looked at Bobby and Tig one more time for confirmation, they blinked twice, their signal for NOW.
She reached her arm back, winding up, hesitated for a millisecond, then swung the sharp end and imbedded it deep in the back of new guy's leg, hamstringing him. He screamed! Collapsed!
BANG! He shot his gun in the air as he fell, clutching his leg. It hit the desk and shattered a bottle of scotch. Bobby jumped on top of him and Tig smashed the hand with the gun in it with his boot, wrenched it from the Mayan's grasp, and pointed it at his face.
The Mayan spit at them, and Bobby returned the favor of a kick in the side. Ginger was still in shock from what she'd just done, and stumbled back, dropping the piece of glass. She stared at her hand. It was covered in blood. Suddenly aware of how small a space she was in, she thrashed out, banging her head against the top of the table. Dizzy, she crawled out from under and ran like a drunk, out the door to go get Jax and the others.
"FUCKING LITTLE BITCH!" the Mayan screamed at her. She turned around, and flipped him off.
"Ginger, child, put that finger away, act like a lady dammit!" Gemma's voice said from behind her. The whole clubhouse had heard the gunshots and came running.
"A lady never gives the birdie, not even to a piece of scum bleeding out on the floor." Gemma reminded her. Clay and the others came running down the hall, guns out, fierce faces on. They ran passed their little princess, covered in blood.
"PUT YOUR FUCKING HANDS ON YOUR HEAD YOU PIECE OF SHIT. DO IT NOW!" Clay thundered at the Mayan, who did as he was told, already obeying Clay better than Ginger did.
"TAKE OFF YOUR DAMN SHIRT!" Jax ordered. The Mayan did, revealing his tattoo of allegiance.
"Fuckin Mayan bastards. Is this what you want?! Huh?" Clay demanded, pulling an envelope packed fat with cash from his pocket. "You take me for a damned fool? Aint no safe better than me!"
"No reason you should see this part, hon." Gemma said, shuffling Ginger away. She realized she was being taken from the scene of her crime, and wriggled from Gemma's grasp. She ran back into the room, where a pool of blood collected from under the Mayan. She'd never hurt a fly before in her life, and nearly hurled.
"Jax get the kid outta here. I'll deal with her later." Clay said, nodding his head. Jax picked up Ginger under his arm like she was a sack of potatoes and carried her out. He took her outside the clubhouse, into the California desert "back yard."
"What the hell was that?! Why are you covered in blood?! And why weren't you in your bed when the shots fired?!" Jax demanded, setting Ginger down roughly. She was still shooken up from the events of the night and couldn't form a sentence. So she started to cry. Jax had spoken so harshly to her, something she was definitely not used to from him. His expression softened and he sat down beside her and lit up a smoke.
"I'm sorry I yelled, just tell me what happened." Jax said, kneeling in front of her to be at her eye-level. Ginger's lip quivered and eyes watered.
"I-I- don't-kn-know." she sobbed, shaking violently. He rubbed her shoulder.
"C'mon baby, just tell me what happened. It's okay, he aint gonna hurt you." Jax promised. But Clay would as soon as he heard the whole story...
"I-I- st-sto-s-s-s" Ginger tried to break out, but her chest heaves wouldn't let her.
"You what?" Jax asked helplessly, imploring her to speak. Ginger swallowed hard.
"I stole Papa's keys and snuck into the meeting room. I knocked over a bottle then Bobby and Tig came in so I hid, then the new prospect guy came in and he pulled a gun and told them if they didn't give him money he was going to blow them away, then Bobby saw me under the table and I grabbed a piece of glass and I-I-" Ginger ranted very very fast, then stopped to sob uncontrollably. Jax had a hard time keeping up with everything she said.
"You stabbed him?!" Jax finished her sentence for her. She nodded miserably. Jax exhaled.
"Oh shit." he said, rubbing his forehead. "Clay is gon' freak the hell out when he finds out. After they deal with the Mayan, you're next."
"Please don't tell Papa. Please!" Ginger begged, her eyes like Niagara Falls.
"Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but Bobby and Tig probably already have, and I would anyway, because you could have gotten yourself fucking killed! Do you even realize that?!" Jax hissed at her. Ginger cried harder.
"B-bu-bu-but he'll.." Ginger sobbed then trailed off. Jax pushed himself up and paced angrily.
"He'll what?! Ginger?! Spank you?! Hell yeah he will! I would too! Fuckin A, why did you have to do that?!" Jax exploded at her. She cringed away from him, and he immediately felt guilty. There was a silence, then a rage boiled up inside his little sister.
"What if I hadn't?!" Ginger yelled back, taking herself by surprise.
"If you hadn't we would have dealt with it without involving a six year old girl!" Jax shouted back.
"You never let me know what's going on! Nobody does! How was I supposed to know about any of this?!" Ginger yelled, louder this time.
"You knew the rules!" Jax shouted over her, rushing forward, hand raised to slap her. She winced, but the slap didn't land. She opened her eyes and he was pacing again, running his hand through his hair in frustration. Gemma stepped out.
"Hey baby I bet you're pretty shook up huh? You shouldn't have seen that." Gemma said, gathering her daughter in a tight, protective hug.
"Yeah she's shook up," Jax snarled, "She just stabbed her first Mayan."
Gemma was taken aback. "What the hell?"
"You heard me. Ginger snuck into the meeting room, hid under the table, and stabbed him." Jax ratted her out. Ginger glared at him. Gemma stood up and gave her daughter a death stare "Is this true?" she asked in her soft, dangerous voice. She was so scary, Ginger didn't have the bravery to nod yes or shake no.
"Yeah, she stole Clay's keys and snuck in after I fell asleep." Jax said. Gemma's face hardened, her glare burning a hole through Ginger's forehead. Without warning, Gemma backhanded her daughter, who fell on her side. Her hand flew up immediately to cup her stinging face.
"How dare you!" Gemma barked, grabbing Ginger's red hair and shaking her. Gemma flung her over her knee and spanked Ginger violently. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK.
Ginger screamed and struggled. Jax felt guilty. He hated seeing his little sister in pain.
"Mom wait, stop." he said, putting his hands in front of him to surrender his harsh words earlier.
SMACK "YOU" SMACK "FUCKING" SMACK SMACK "BRAT!" Gemma yelled at her daughter inbetween spanks.
"Mom stop!" Jax said more urgently. He thought she'd had enough, and regretted telling Gemma in the first place. He wanted to shame Ginger because he was furious that she'd been at risk while he was asleep, and any number of things could have happened to her, but he didn't want to watch his sister getting whipped.
SMACK. "This doesn't concern you, Jackson. Go inside and deal with the Mayan!" She snapped at him, and continued wailing away at Ginger's tiny ass. Ginger pleaded with her mother to no avail.
"Mommy stop! Stop! I'm sorry I'm sorry! Please!" she cried. Gemma spanked her harder. Jax stood helpless. He respected his mother too much to interfere or argue with her again, and went inside. They were taking the Mayan outside to the bikes. Each club member put out their cigarette on the Mayan's skin. He was unconscious. They loaded him on the back of a bike and Bobby drove off to the Mayan border, to dump him. He'd wake up empty handed and miles away in either direction, from civilization.
Jax felt sick. His sister was getting beat, and it was partially his fault. And she'd been right, she saved Bobby and Tig.
"Jackson!" Clay called him. Jax walked to his stepfather like a dog with its tail between its legs.
"Sir?" he asked coyly.
"Where's your sister, she was covered in blood." he asked urgently. Jax shifted uncomfortably, and thrust his hands in his pockets. His shoes became suddenly fascinating, and so he just stared at them for a while instead of answering Clay. Big mistake.
"Dammit son where is Ginger?!" Clay demanded, shaking Jax by the shoulders. He forced his head up to look his stepfather and leader in the eye.
"Outside." he croaked. Immediately, Clay pushed him aside and made for the door. Jax ran after him.
"Wait!" he called after him, Clay reeled around.
"What?! Jax!" Clay shouted, exasperated.
"Just, don't be too harsh with her, okay?" Jax said, humbling again.
"The hell are you talkin about boy?" He asked, then turned to go find his daughter. Jax stood there uncomfortably uncertain of what to do. Then he heard shouts from outside, a slap that must have been Clay giving Ginger a slap on the other cheek, and Clay burst through the door.
"EVERYBODY IN THE MEETING ROOM DAMMIT, NOW!" He roared. Gemma followed him, dragging a tear-streaked, red faced Ginger by the upper arm. Everyone filed into the room.
"Not you." He growled at Ginger. "Go to your room, I'll deal with you later."
"But papa!" She began to protest.
"Don't you dare test my patience right now. I told you to get; if I have to repeat myself one more time, Imma put you in your room myself, and you aint gon like it." he growled threateningly. Ginger sniffled and limped to her room, cowering under the death glare of Gemma and the rest of the club members.
"Opie, go watch her. She moves or argues with you, beat the shit out of her." Clay ordered. Opie nodded solemnly and walked after Ginger.
"Aight. I guess we have shit to discuss." Clay said, folding his hands on the table. Everyone took their seats, walking through the blood, alcohol, and broken glass. They sat down and talked business and borders with Mayans and this recent invasion first, then moved on to what they should do about it, then finally, what they were going to do with the gang's daughter.
Ginger was a little sister to half the club, and a daughter to the other half. No one wanted to speak up, and an awkward silence followed.
"My mom already gave her a whoopin." Jax piped up.
"Barely. Not even a fraction of what she's gonna get." Clay said.
"Well what do you think she deserves?!" Jax asked in disbelief. “This is bullshit! She saved two lives!”
"She did save Bobby's and my life, sir." Tig pointed out.
"I don't give a damn. She could have died, could have gotten you both killed, could have gotten kidnapped! Then what?!" Gemma demanded. That silenced everyone again.
"Her disobedience will be punished, twice. Part of it was disobeying her father, and the other part was disobeying SAMCRO. I'll deal with my daughter, then we will deal with our daughter." He said.
"I agree she should be punished, but twice? That's too far, Clay." Chibs said.
"Did it sound like I was askin' your opinion?" Clay snapped.
SAMCRO argued for another hour before a decision was reached. They dismissed, and Clay stormed to his daughter's room, tailed by Jax, who was outvoted and fuming. He bashed in the door and scared the shit out of Ginger, whose only sound was a squeak of fear.
"Get out of here, Jax." Clay ordered. Jax shook his head.
"Not a chance." he said stubbornly. Clay shut the door in his face. Jax slid down the wall to sit, and lit up a smoke. If he couldn't stop his sister from getting a whuppin, he could be there for her while it happened.
Ginger's bum started to throb preemptively, fearing the whipping it was about to receive. Her eyes darted to her father's right hand, which had rings from the club decorating the fingers. She gulped and felt sick, those were going to hurt. Her eyes also noticed he was wearing a thick leather belt. Her stomach churned as this great beast of a man loomed over her. Her butt already stung and throbbed with pain and anticipation.
Her shoes became instantly fascinating. In fact, anywhere but into her father's eyes was a good place to look right now. He held out his hand. She stared, confused.
"Keys." he snarled. She rushed to get them from her pocket and hand them over. He snatched them out of her hand and tucked them into his pocket.
"P-Papa I'm so s-sorry." Ginger trembled in fear.
"Not as sorry as you're gonna be." he reminded her. She shook.
"Bend over the bed." he ordered.
"Papa please-" She began to beg.
"BEND OVER THE BED!" he thundered. She did as she was told. He yanked down her pants and panties, then took his belt from the loops.
“Nooooo papae please!” She whined.
swish-THWACK. The belt spanked her bare ass. She arched her back, and inhaled sharply. The first one was always a shock. Clay wasted no time with the following lash.
THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK THWACK! The belt bit her skin and welts rose. She had found her voice and screamed in agony. Clay whipped her mercilessly, and carried on for twenty minutes before he stopped. Ginger's crying had long-since turned to dry, desperate begging. She clutched the bed covers and screamed into the mattress.
"Y'understand why you're being whipped?" Clay asked, poised for the next lash. Ginger was screaming so hard she couldn't answer. He gave her a moment to calm.
"Yes sir!" she managed to gasp.
"Y'understand that if you ever steal from me again, I won't go get the club's opinion, I'll take you outside and beat you bloody." he said.
"Yes sir."
"And y'understand that if you ever put yourself and the club in danger like that again, I will handle you the way I would a full grown man member of the club if he did such a thing?!" Clay roared.
"Yes sir." Ginger sobbed.
"You know what that means? It means I will have prospects hold you down. I will take a bike chain, and I will beat you with it, in front of the whole club." Clay said. It was bullshit. He never had, nor would do, such a thing. He just needed to scare her. Truth was, he hated having to do this to his daughter. She was his little girl, his princess, and anything that put her in danger, he had no problem killing.
"yes sir." Ginger sniffled. Clay softened, and took a moment to inspect his work. Several times she'd collapsed to the floor, begging him no more, and he'd promised her that if she didn't get up and take the rest of her punishment like a man, he'd whip her where she sat. She grabbed onto his leg and he kept his promise. He whipped her, the belt raising welts on her back, until she could take no more, and obeyed him.
Her upper thighs were bruised and cherry red, her bottom was purple and parts were bleeding, her back had a few welts and lashes clearly visible. He decided she'd learned her lesson.
"Aight, get up. It's over." He said in a much softer, comforting tone of voice. Ginger's legs felt like jelly, and she almost fell. Clay caught her. She'd kicked off her jeans in the struggle. Clay took off his jacket and wrapped it around his daughter lovingly. It was more like a giant snuggie to her, being very very tiny for her age. He zipped it up and hoisted her up onto his hip, where she buried her face in his chest and cried.
Outside, Jax felt relieved it was finally over. Every time he heard the belt bite her, he winced, like he'd felt it on his own skin. Jax fought with himself not to go in there.
"Hey baby girl, hush. shhh. shhh." Clay whispered, patting her back. "It's all over. Shh honey, you're okay."
Clay felt like crying himself, when tiny hands clutched to him so fiercely. For a small thing, she was very strong. His daughter was the only thing that could soften his hardened heart. When she stopped crying and it turned to just sniffles, he said "Baby girl we're gonna go to the meeting room, where you're gonna apologize to every man in there for disobeying club rules, putting your life and theirs at risk, then we're gonna put this all behind us. M'kay?"
She nodded into his shirt. He patted her and carried her out. Jax got up when the door opened, glaring at Clay.
"It had to be done." Clay said. Jax remained in cold silence, then looked to Ginger's tear-streaked, snot crusted, freckle-speckled face, and asked if she was okay.
She nodded and they all went into the meeting room, where everyone had been sitting the whole time, listening to the punishment through the wall. Everyone was looking down.
Clay sat at the head, Ginger on his lap, a mess of snot and salt-water.
"Something you'd like to say darlin?" Gemma asked her daughter.
"I'm real sorry, everyone. I shouldn't have stolen, and put everyone in danger. I'll never do it again." She said into her lap.
"That's right you won't," Clay agreed, "And what'll happen if you do?"
"I'll be punished." Ginger mumbled.
"What was that, speak up." Clay said.
"I'll be punished, sir." She said louder. Clay nodded.
"Damn right." Gemma said, arms crossed.
"Now that's over, Tig has something to say." Gemma said, gesturing. Tig stood up.
"If you hadn't been under that table, you little shit, I might not still be breathing. So, to thank you, we made you this." Tig said, holding up her leather jacket. A patch had been sewn on the shoulder. "Mayan Slayer." it read. Ginger gaped.
"Congrats sweetheart, you've been promoted." Clay said, clapping his girl on the shoulder. Jax grinned from the doorway.
"We're all very glad you're okay, baby." Gemma said, running a hand through Ginger's curly hair.
"That's why we gotta be so harsh with you, honey." Clay explained.
"You gave us quite a heart attack, lass." Tig admitted.
"I love you baby." Gemma cooed. Clay hugged her tight.
"The next patch you should give her should read 'red headed step child'" Chibs grunted. The room laughed, even Ginger.
"What about, 'mexican maimer'" Jax suggested. "I like that nick-name." The room warmed with laughter. Jax ruffled his sister's hair.
"Well I think that's enough crazy for one night." Clay said, rubbing his temples. "And someone has a long couple of months ahead, starting tomorrow."
"That's right." Clay answered Ginger's confused look, "You'll be taking on double your chores, starting with cleaning this room up. You'll be workin from dawn to dusk, princess." Clay said, flashing his gold tooth in his grin. That was okay with Ginger though. Chores were fine, as long as Gemma and Clay weren't pissed at her. For a club-punishment, that was relatively mild anyway.
"Y'all get to bed, go on, scram!" Clay ordered. Everyone went back to bed. Jax took Ginger from his stepfather's arms, and carried her back to their room. She was still sniffling, and he comforted her, rocking her in his arms and telling her bedtime stories until she fell asleep. Exhausted, he fell asleep holding her in his arms.
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