My second story here. I haven't neglected my other story, but I decided to work on this one at moments when I'm stuck, or don't feel like writing for Knives. I have a rough outline, still not sure who will be the ship or what the ending will be like.
Also disclaimer: I don't own anything of the Sons of Anarchy. Nothing. Nada. Noppes.
Anyhow go read, I hope you enjoy ^^

Heather always felt like she stuck out like a sore thumb when visiting these biker parties with her boyfriend Enrique. And she did with her red hair. People said they loved her hair, but to her it was her most obnoxious feature. She used to love it, but not anymore.

She sometimes had to remember herself that she actually used to feel at ease around these kind of people. Bikers. But that seemed like a lifetime ago. Today she could feel that even her boyfriend wasn't at ease once they reached the compound of the Mayans. Normally he would be wearing a smile when his visited Marcus Alvarez, president of the Mayans. Today he seemed to be wound up tight. Even more tense than yesterday. And yesterday had been bad.

Heather knew that being a drug dealer wasn't always easy money. However it could be quick money if you did it right. Today's visit seemed to be a business visit, but she wasn't so sure why Enrique brought her along.

"You alright?" she asked him carefully. She didn't want him to get into angry-mode and lately that seemed to be an easy thing to do. Sometimes she asked herself why she stayed with him. He asked her the same question a couple of times too.

"Why do you even stay with me, huh?" he yelled. "I know why. Because you got nowhere else to go. Nobody wants to see you. Nobody will help you out. But I will. I know you don't mean to make me angry mama, but I'm having a really hard time right now. You know that I love you right?"

Heather would then just nod and tell him she knew. That she understood him. Tell him she indeed loved him too. Very much. More than she loved Chris. That was a lie. But he didn't need to know that. She just needed him to stay calm. That was all she cared about at those moments.

Enrique had been very busy with work the last year. He told her he was going to make a lot of money and buy her the ring she deserved. She knew better though. He would never ask her to marry him. She was just a convenience to him as he was to her. They both were parasites to a certain extent.

And he was right about her situation. She had nowhere to go. Her family didn't understand her anymore and she didn't dare to face her uncle after her so many failures. She would just have to keep going.

"Yes. Of course," Enrique replied.

"If you say so," Heather mused out loud.

"What's that supposed to mean?" he snapped.

"Nothing," Heather said with a small smile. "You just seem a little tense." Enrique didn't reply to her observation and she just let it go. It just meant she was right. They saw Marcus Alvarez sitting with some of his most important men. Heather was relieved that his son wasn't there. He somehow freaked her out.

"Enrique," Alvarez called embracing him into a hug.

"Alvarez good to see you."

"See you brought your girlfriend, good. I hope we can clear some shit up," Alvarez said. He gestured them to follow him and so they did. Heather shot a look at Enrique who blatantly ignored her.

Clear what up? This meeting wasn't going to be a fun one. Sometimes Alvarez was nagging about the sales, but he just said it was going to be alright. He was tolerant. But this time he'd asked Enrique to bring her along and didn't put her at ease at all. They sat down at a table.

"You know why we brought you here?" Marcus asked Heather directly.

"No, I don't," she answered plainly.

"There has been some heroine missing. Meaning there's money missing. Enrique told me he would have the money by today. But this morning I got a call telling me he still doesn't have it," Marcus said calmly. Heather did hear the edge in his voice telling her he wasn't pleased at all. "So we were wondering if you knew where the heroine is at?"

Heather looked straight at Marcus. "No I don't and I don't see why you're asking me."

"Because you're the only one, who knows my code and where I store that shit in the meantime," Enrique said. Heather snorted.

"You also went to Mexico to pick up some H together with Enrique so he would have a lower profile." Heather remembered that trip all too well. It actually had been fun. But the border areas were extremely hectic and scary.

"I reassure you I don't have your heroine. Nor your money," Heather told him calmly.

"You haven't noticed anything out of the ordinary either?" Heather shook her head. "That's too bad," Marcus said. Heather raised her eyebrow. "You know if I don't get my 7k worth of heroine back and those other 5k you owe me, I need to set an example right?" He asked Enrique who clenched and unclenched his fists underneath the table.

"Yes I understand," Enrique replied.

"I already gave you an extra month for those 5k, and now you lost 7k worth of heroine. I'll cut you a deal. I want 10K back in 24 hours. If you don't, then I need to set an example. Understood?"

"Understood," Enrique said. Marcus nodded telling them they could leave.

"And Enrique," Marcus' third in command said. "Remember if you can't get the money, we can't trust you to work for us. But we can trust your girl. Maybe not in drugs, but some people got a thing for red heads."

Also note: I don't know when I will update. It probably won't be as frequent as Knives. Chapters will be shorter as well (I guess in the future between 1500-2500 words), so I can't dwell on it for too long. Please let me know what you think ^^