Chapter 1

"If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself." - George Orwell

Secrets were what kept Charming running. Everyone had them, some knew more truth than others, but the best kept secrets were usually the darkest. The ones that you lock in a part of your mind, rehearsing the lie so many times that after awhile you would bet your life that it was the truth.

Reggie pulled up the front of her parent's house so she could start getting everything ready for the family dinner that night when she noticed a man standing on the sidewalk. Her eyes flickered to the house before exiting her car and squaring her shoulders. "Mitch, you shouldn't be here."

"Think I'm scared of them?" he scoffed, taking a drag from his cigarette. "But that's why you're here, isn't it? Went by your place and you haven't been home in a few days. Things get scary and you what? Run back home where mommy and daddy can protect you? Let me guess, your guard dogs are inside too."

Her eyes instinctively went to the motorcycles in the driveway and when a car pulled up Reggie worried for a minute. If Clay ever knew one of Sawyer's guys was at his front door there would be a new definition of torture. As luck would have it he was still at the shop with Gemma and the rest of the club. Jax and Opie were inside apparently working on a new project but Reggie knew it had something to do with Donna. Nothing was ever good enough for that woman but Opie kept trying to please her. If it hadn't been for the two kids, Reggie would have scared her off a long time ago. In all honesty, Reggie had been a little fearful as of recent and told her mother that she was having the floors redone in her house.

Tara got out of her car and looked between the two as if she could sense something was off. Reggie let out a breath though because Mitch had fallen under Sawyer's wing while Tara was in Chicago.

"Regina," Tara nodded at her as she past by, a silent question if everything was okay.

"Hey," Reggie greeted with a smile she hoped reached her eyes. She wasn't exactly fond of Jax's old flame being back in Charming but she supposed anything was better than her crack head sister in-law. Wendy would be tomorrow's problem though as she had to come face to face with one of her biggest secrets. The two waited until Tara had gone inside before Reggie steeled herself like the Teller woman she was. "You need to leave. This is the last time I ask."

"Or what?" He challenged, tossing his cigarette out onto the street. "I'm not leaving here without you. Sawyer has a few things he needs to discuss with you."

Reggie's mind raced with everything she had done behind her family's back, behind the club's back, but her face stayed impassive not giving away even a single crease of worry. "Tell Sawyer to bend over and take it like a man. We're done here."

She turned to go inside but he grabbed her arm, "Guess we're going to do this the hard way."

"I suggest you let go and walk away right now," she ripped her arm from his grasp and straightened her shirt out. "You cause problems here and hell fire will rain down on you and then on Sawyer." Mitch pulled a gun out from the back of his pants and Reggie scoffed, "Thought Sawyer wanted to talk to me. Isn't going to do him very good if I'm dead."

Mitch shot once in the air, "Let's see how fast your guard dogs come running." He chuckled as he turned the gun on Reggie, another shot ringing out through the air just a matter of seconds later, her shirt instantly turning a repugnant red. "Should have just come with me. Be seeing you soon, dimples."

Reggie's hand immediately went over her stomach, blood seeping from between her fingers as she fell to the ground. More shots rang out from behind her as the men came running out of the house. There was yelling, gunfire, and the roar of motorcycles coming to life. Opie took off on his bike after whoever had done this while Jax ran to Reggie.

"Tara!" Jax shouted as he dropped to his knees next to his sister, putting pressure on her wound. "Shit, Reg. What the hell happened?!"

Before Reggie was able to come up with a lie Tara interrupted, "She needs to get to the hospital."

"C'mon," Jax scooped his sister into his arms and cradled her against his chest. She let out a painful cry from being jostled and he knew how much she must be hurting to show any kind of weakness. "Just breathe, you're going to be alright, I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

"Think you're a little late," she commented dryly as tears betrayed her and rolled down her cheeks.

Tara opened the backdoor of her car as Jax laid Reggie down in the back seat before running around to the driver's seat. Tara slid in the back with Reggie to keep pressure on her wound with a sick feeling in her stomach. She didn't know what went down or why but she knew this had just started war. To shoot anyone in front of the Teller's house would have caused problems. To have shot Jax's baby sister was a whole new level of stupidity that was just signing a death sentence.

Jax was already speeding down the street when he pulled his cell phone out and hit the number three on the keypad to speed dial Clay. By the fourth ring Jax almost had the gas pedal all the way to the floor.

"Hello?"

"Clay," Jax held the phone between his ear and his shoulder, his voice coming out more panicked than he had meant it to. He was able to do anything the club needed him to but seeing his sister with a gunshot wound sent his nerves on fire.

"What happened?"

Jax's eyes flashed to the backseat. "It's Reg. Meet us at the hospital."

X-X-X

"How's she doing?" Jax asked as Tara came out of the room they were keeping Reggie in.

She laughed and shook her head, "She's definitely her mother." Jax gave her a look while Gemma cocked her eyebrow but before she could come out with a snarky remark Tara continued. "She was lucky, missed all the major organs, and besides some discomfort for awhile she's going to be okay."

Relief washed over everyone there and Chibs clapped his hand on Jax's shoulder.

"She say who did this?" Clay asked what everyone had been wondering.

Tara turned her attention to the club who had crowded the hallway, "Says she doesn't know." There was a collective growl from the guys and Tara swallowed, shoving her hands in her pockets. "I don't know who it was but there was a man on the sidewalk when I showed up for dinner tonight."

Opie and Jax shared a look trying to figure out who it could be but no one came to mind. Regina was definitely her mother's daughter and had pissed off more than a few people over the years.

"What did he look like?" Tig questioned Tara as Gemma left the men to go see her daughter.

Gemma shooed away a nurse who had been finishing up some paperwork and sat down on the edge of Reggie's bed, putting a hand on either side of her face and giving her a kiss. "You okay, baby?"

"Takes more than some shitty shot to kill a Teller," Reggie smirked, the medication taking away her pain for the moment. "Quit worrying about me, grandma, you're going to get gray hair."

"Bitch."

Reggie smiled as the rest of the group started filing into the room, "I learned from the best."

"How you holding up, kid?" Clay questioned as he stood at the foot of the bed.

She rolled her eyes, "I'm fine. Ready to get out of this place."

Everyone chuckled and Gemma pointed a strict finger in her face, "You stay put until you are released or I'm going to shove my boot so far up your ass…"

"Got to get it out of Clay's first, Ma," she winked. All humor left her face when Bobby asked about the man Tara saw. "I don't know, pulled up for dinner and he was standing on the sidewalk in front of the house."

Tig narrowed his eyes, "You telling me that you stood there talking to some guy and you can't tell me what he looked like?"

"Yup," she popped the 'p', waiting to see who would start in on her next.

Fortunately, the nurse saved her saying only one person could visit at a time so that Reggie might actually be able to rest a bit. Gemma stayed for awhile but finally gave her spot up so Jax could come in.

"Just can't stay out of trouble, can you?" He shook his head as the door closed behind their mother.

She shifted in the bed trying to get more comfortable and a grimace washed over her face. Jax went to help her but she waved him off earning her an eye roll. "How's my nephew doing?"

"More worried about his aunt right now."

"How many times do I have to tell you, I'm fine? Christ, Jax, sometimes I think you worry more than Ma does."

He was quiet for a minute before sitting down in the chair next to her bed. "Reg, did you get mixed up in something you shouldn't have?"

"It ain't like that, you know I wouldn't keep anything like that from you," she too easily lied to her brother. "Honestly, I have no clue who it was. They weren't wearing a cut so maybe it was some newbie trying to make a name for themselves."

There was a knock on the door and a nurse peeked her head in, "Visiting hours are over but there's one more person who is trying to get in here to see you."

Jax nodded knowing Opie would be anxiously waiting to make sure she was okay. "Call if you need anything," he kissed her temple and smoothed her hair down before moving to leave.

"Don't go looking for trouble," Reggie warned, pleading with her older brother but she could see it in his eyes. He was out for blood.

"Whoever did this is going to pay. I can promise you that."

Jax clapped Opie on the shoulder as he past by and once they were alone Opie kissed her forehead, letting his lips linger for a little longer than usual. "Don't scare me like that again."

"Ope," she whispered, swallowing hard to keep her emotions in check as he sat at her bedside. She made sure they were completely alone before looking him dead in the eyes. "It was Mitch. Sawyer knows what I did."

"How much do you need?" Reggie asked, standing between Opie's legs as he sat on the tailgate of his truck. He shook his head and she ran her hands up his thighs, "Hey, it's me, you know I'd do anything for you. Tell me how much you guys need and I'll take care of it."

"Told Donna I was done with the club," he replied with a shake of the head. "I can't go back she won't be there again when I get out."

Reggie sighed, thinking about how he had gone to prison for her. She had been naive enough to think she could handle a heist on her own but messed up. She was going to be put behind bars but at the last possible moment Opie had made her leave the scene, taking the full blame himself. Not even Jax knew the truth about what happened that day but Donna had been against Opie being a member of the club ever since. A small part of Reggie wouldn't mind for Donna to leave but she wanted what would make Opie happy and that was keeping his family together.

"So, we don't bring it to the club."

Opie put a hand on either side of her face so she had no choice but to look at him, "I don't want you messed up in this. I'll figure this out just need a little time. You hearing me, Reg? You do anything behind your brother's back and it'll break his heart. He trusts you."

"He can't hold my hand forever. I'm a grown ass woman who wants to help a friend. I won't do anything that will cause problems but give me to the end of the week and I'll see if I can't get you something to hold you over." She rose up on her tiptoes and placed a kiss on his cheek. "You have a wife and two kids to worry about."

She had walked away and when she was out of earshot he whispered, "I worry about you too."

"You told me you borrowed it from a friend!" Opie could barely contain his anger at how reckless she had been and to make matters worse it was all for him.

"I'd use 'friend' lightly."

Opie shifted on the bed next to her, taking her hand in his own, "Reg, what did you do?"

"It's done," she tried to reassure him but the look he was giving her said he didn't believe a word of it. "It's over and the less you know the better. You're so close to being back with the club I'm not going to mess that up…I need you around."

"We're not kids anymore, Reggie," he ran a hand over his face and through his beard. "You can't just tell me to forget about it. You're in here because of whatever you did to get that money and that doesn't sit well with me."

Reggie cursed her brother out in her head as she knocked on his front door to check on her sister in-law. It wasn't her problem Wendy wasn't returning his calls and truth be told she was only there because she was pregnant. A few more knocks and still no answer. "Damn it, Wendy, it's Regina. Open the fuckin' door!"

Muttering obscenities under her breath she walked around the back door and grabbed the spare key from under the flower pot. She let herself in and was hit with a stench so bad it made her stomach churn. There was an ice cream container on its side, the contents spilt out onto the floor and long since dried. Further exploration into the mess of a house and Reggie realized Wendy hadn't been home in a few days. With Opie still on her mind she started scavenging the house for any kind of stashed money. She didn't think of it as stealing from her brother but from Wendy and in her mind that made it okay. After an hour she hadn't found any cash but she had found a couple baggies Wendy had stored in the bottom of her dresser drawer.

Reggie called her brother to let him know that she had done her sisterly duty of stopping by the house but it was empty. She would ask around if anyone had seen her and come back later that night to see if she had come back. Dumb bitch was probably passed out at some guy's house in order to get a quick fix. She ran her thumb over one of the baggies and an idea came to mind.

Later that night she showed up at Opie's house and Donna answered the door, "What are you doing here?"

Reggie bit her lip, reminding herself to not take it personally. Donna didn't know about her and Opie's past, she was only upset because she assumed Reggie was there on Samcro business. "Came by to say hi is all."

"No big 'family' speech?" Donna scoffed, crossing her arms over her chest. At Reggie's cocked eyebrow she continued, "Got it from Gemma earlier. Opie is done with the club, I don't care how close you, Jax, and him are. We don't need the charity."

They heard a motorcycle coming down the street and Reggie fought to keep the smile off her face. Opie pulled into the driveway and killed the engine, "My two favorite women. Everything alright?"

"Fine," Reggie smiled, stepping off the porch to wrap her arms around him in a hug, discreetly shoving the envelope of money into his cut. "I'll have more by Friday," she whispered in his ear before pulling away. "Have a great night guys."

"Leave it be, Ope," Reggie pleaded. "Nothing good will come out of this if you go sniffing around. I'll handle Sawyer."

He had to bite back the growl that threatened to escape, "You'll handle the guy who tried to take you out tonight?"

"Mitch was trying to prove he was some badass, he thinks because he carries a gun he holds all the power. I'll take care of him when I get out and go talk to Sawyer." She patted his thigh and looked up at him through her lashes, "Give Happy a call for me, please. Have him get in contact with his tattoo artist. I'm going to need new ink."

Articles of clothing littered her bedroom floor as the scruff on his chin raked along her neck, "You sure they won't come home?"

"Do you care?" Reggie breathed out as she directed his lips to her taut bud, his tongue circling it before sucking it into his mouth.

A growl rumbled in the back of his throat as he grabbed her ass hoisting her up and slamming her back against the wall. "If anyone finds out…"

"Shut up and fuck me or leave."

His lips covered hers silencing anything else she was going to say. She had slept with other men but it was Opie that was able to shut her mind off, taking her to a place no one else was able to. He deposited her on the bed and she wiggled out of her panties, tossing them to the side. His eyes were instantly drawn to the matching rosebuds she had tattooed on her hip bone. His thumb ran over the art before his lips followed, trailing kisses down to her most sensitive area. She arched her hips as his tongue drew circles on her clit while he inserted two fingers working her towards an early release. She tightened around his fingers with a deep moan, her back coming completely off the bed. She rode out her orgasm on his fingers before flipping him onto his back.

Reggie straddled him, her fingernails biting into his chest as she eased herself down onto his length. Not even giving either of them a second to adjust she started rocking her hips as he massaged her breasts.

"Reg, you home?" Jax's voice came from down the hall.

Opie was ready to bail but she was so close to another orgasm that she didn't care who was around. She bounced on top of him so hard he had no choice but to hold onto her hips as he met each thrust. With the added fear of getting caught Reggie came hard, biting her bottom lip to keep from screaming out Opie's name as she milked him for everything he was worth.

She caught her breath for a moment before climbing off and redressing, fixing her hair in the mirror. Reggie threw a wink over her shoulder as she went to distract Jax long enough for Opie to get dressed and not be seen leaving her room, "Congratulations on graduating high school."

"Reg, why the roses?" Opie questioned as he pulled his pants on.

She shrugged her shoulders, "Nothing is more relaxing than getting inked. Ma took me on my sixteenth birthday."

Opie's thumb barely ghosted her hip bone as a smile tugged at the corner of his lips, "Okay." He kissed her forehead one more time before leaving for the night. Reggie sighed as she stared up at the ceiling; lies were best suited with more on top.

X-X-X

Jax cleared his throat and Reggie looked up from the rocking chair she was sitting in while she held Abel. "Tara told me you broke in here this morning."

"I don't get released until eleven so until then I'm hanging out with my nephew," she made a face at Abel, trying to ignore the questioning glances her brother was shooting her. She let out a long breath and shook her head, "Spit it out, Jax, whatever it is you want to say."

"You're supposed to be resting."

Reggie scoffed as Abel squirmed in her arms and she adjusted him so that he was over her shoulder, her hand rubbing circles on his back, "I'm not exactly out running marathons here."

Jax crouched down next to the chair, "The club is out for blood on this one. No one fucks with you and gets away with it but Reg it would be easier if we knew who we were up against."

"I'll tell you the same thing I told Opie. It's over. I'm not some China doll, Jackson." She glanced up to the clock on the wall. "I'm out of here in two hours and until then I'm going to spend every minute with this little one. Maybe let him in on some family secrets."