Many charters, wives and children of SAMCRO were in the clubhouse for protection. All talking at once wondering why they were there and what was happening.

Jax gave the signal when everyone was inside.

Tig whistled loud and commanded attention. “Everybody! Listen up!”

The chatter and music cut out.

Clay cleared his throat. “I wanna welcome you all to Club Reaper. I’m glad you made your reservations early because as you can see, we are all booked to capacity.” Clay joked.

Some people chuckled to the joke.

Clay then got serious. “You’re here because you’re family. And because SAMCRO takes care of its own. Next couple of days, this club got some business to handle that could put our members and the people connected to us in… unfriendly situations. Now, chances are nothings going to happen, but people have already been hurt on my watch, and that ain’t ever gonna happen again.” Clay said as he looked at Gemma then looks at SAMCRO. “Nobody gets in. Nobody leaves without an escort. You got a safety concern, you talk to Piney. You got a comfort concern, talk to my queen, Gemma. Under this roof, you’ll all be safe. I want you to make yourself at home. I love all of you.” Clay nodded and walked away.

“Alright!” Tig said.