And here is the second installment of 'Pretty Girl.' Please note that this takes place during Season 2 and this chapter follows it rather closely. Remember what happened in that first episode? Well, tread carefully if you are sensitive to it, please.

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It was dark and the noise was loud as Ally Trager slipped through the gates of Teller-Morrow garage. She nodded to the prospect, Half Sack, who was watching the gate, and scanned the crowd for her boyfriend. It didn't take too long for her to spot him, his tribal tattoos on either side of his head making him easy to spot as he spoke to some of his brothers at the picnic tables.

The Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club was in full party mode. They were celebrating the eminent return of one of their brothers who had been unjustly locked up by the feds. The place was packed with members of the Redwood charter, Nomads, visitors, friends, and hang arounds. The grills were flaming and plates of food were being passed around with bottle after bottle of cold beer.

"Hey," she greeted Juice, her boyfriend, as she wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. He turned and grinned at her. Her put an arm around her and pulled her into his side.

"Hey pretty girl," he greeting, kissing the top of her head. "How was work?" He gently squeezed her upper arm as she curled into his side.

"Fine," she replied with a nod. "Tired. Lot more riding on my performance now that I have my own shop." She stifled back a yawn. She was a tattoo artist that was climbing to the top of her game. People drove from all over California, Oregon, Washington, and Nevada to get inked by her. She had recently opened a shop in her hometown of Charming so she could be closer to Juice and the Club.

"You okay?"

Ally nodded and waved off his concern. "Yeah. Just worn out a little bit. Worked seven hours on this one piece. Still not finished but neither one of us could go on."

"Do you want to go home?"

Ally shook her head and snaked her hands under his leather cut noting him as a patched member of the MC. "Not yet. I want to see Bobby first. I'm not gonna stay long." A crow eater gave fresh beers to both of them. "But, you can stay. I just kinda need to unwind. I'll probably be asleep in la la land by time you get home. If you come home at all," she commented looking around to the packed area. "Hell of a party going on. Don't blame you if I don't see you until tomorrow night."

"You goin' in to work tomorrow?"

"Yeah. Gotta interview some artists for that last chair. But let's do us tomorrow night. I'll cook and we'll hang out."

"I do like it when we hang out. Especially naked," he purred into her neck. Ally caught a glance of some newer crow eaters glaring at her. She smirked back at them. Juice was hers. The crow tattoo over her heart was evidence of that, along with his initials on the back of her neck and the reaper on her thigh. "Haven't seen my girl in awhile. I miss her," he murmured, his hand sliding around the curve of her behind and into her thigh gap. He nuzzled her neck. "Really miss this," he said softly into her ear as he stroked her softly through her jeans. "I'm gonna get you naked tomorrow night and you won't see clothes till Monday."

"That's the plan," she murmured back, kissing him deeply so the other girls would see. The crow eaters who had hung around longer knew who belonged to who and keep it on a flirty, but no intimate touching, level with Juice out of respect for Ally. The newer ones tended to be bolder and liked pushing the boundaries. They had to be taught.

While Ally and Juice's relationship had had its ups and downs over the years, the past five had been rock solid. They bought a house, renovated said house, experienced the year and a half separation while Juice was in prison, and Ally turned down every proposal Juice ever offered her.

Ally wasn't one for marriage. Never saw the point or difference a piece of paper would make to their relationship. The one thing they both wanted, but hadn't gotten yet, was a baby.

They had had a devastating miscarriage a few years before and had been trying for the past two years to have a baby. It wasn't until after multiple doctor visits that it was determined that Ally had scar tissue in her fallopian tubes and it was making it difficult for them to conceive.

It was still possible, but harder to achieve than the average woman with a perfectly healthy reproductive system.

It had been even harder over the past year with Ally getting her shop up and running and the Club having run ins with the law. ATF agents had been lurking around for the past few weeks, making it hard to relax at any point. Juice and Ally were both getting in later and more tired as of late. Their rather spirited sex life had slowed in consequence.

That was something Ally wanted to fix.

She missed Juice and not just in the bedroom.

They were pulled away by the arrival of a dark car coming onto the lot. A luxury car that was certainly not government issued. "Who's that?"

"I don't know. Stay here," Juice replied, stepping in front of her and heading towards the car like the other club members. Three men had gotten out of the car; one of which was impeccably dressed in a sharp suit and held a small box in his hands that he offered to Clay.

Ally couldn't hear was the being said between the two men. She looked around the lot and saw her father, Tig, nod to her in a silent instruction to stay put. His face was neutral, but tense around the eyes. His grip was firm around his handgun and had all ready threatened the strangers. The entire club was standing behind Clay and many held aggressive stances.

Ally watched as one of the visitor's eyes darted to her. There was something cold in his eyes as he watched her subtly. Ally pulled her jacket tighter around herself and lifted her chin. She wasn't afraid of them.

The visiting men didn't stay long and nothing physical happened. Once they were loaded back into their car, Tig and Happy followed on foot as it backed out of the garage, hostility clear on their faces. Clay handed Juice the white card he had been given.

"I gotta do some work," Juice told her as he jogged over. "Need to look some stuff up for Clay. You gonna hang for a bit?"

"Yeah. I'll be out here and I'll let you know if I'm about to leave."

Juice nodded and pressed a kiss to the top of her head before heading into the clubhouse. Tig sidled up to her and slung his arm around her shoulders. "Hey, baby girl. Just get here?"

She nodded and let Tig lead her towards the tables. "Yeah. Just closed up about an hour ago. It's been busy. It's good. Tired though." She chanced a glance at him as he nodded in understanding. "Uh, what was all that with that guy?"

"Nothing to worry about," he murmured. "Have you eaten?"

Ally's lack of response spoke volumes. "Al," he started to chastise.

"Dad," Ally interrupted. "I had a long day and I'm tired. I didn't have time to eat. I'll eat something when I go home. Something light. I promise." She rolled her eyes as Tig shook his head. "You and Juice and Gemma always bugging me if I ate or not."

Tig opened his mouth to retort, but his attention was drawn away as a government issued black sedan pulled up. "Bobby!" He pulled away and headed towards the long haired man that had exited from the back of the car. The entire Club swarmed around him with cheers and hugs.

Ally met him as he was being pushed towards the party by his brothers and he wrapped his arms around her while kissing her cheek. "So good to be out," he muttered.

"Got something for you," Ally told him with a wicked grin. Bobby raised his eyebrows expectantly. "How about a platter of pussy?" She led him towards the crow eaters who had been eyeing Juice earlier. While they may have been after the young, hard-bodied Son, they would still take any Son that gave them a minute of the day.

Ally walked away with a grin and saw Juice leaning against the garage talking to Chibs. He had come out of the clubhouse to welcome back Bobby. "Hey," she greeted, wrapping her arm around his waist. "I'm gonna head out."

"All ready? Okay. Sure you don't want me to come with?"

Ally shook her head. "No. Stay and have fun. I'm just gonna take a bath and go to bed." She leaned up and gave him a kiss. "I'll see you later."

"Kay. Be careful. Love you."

"Love you, too." Ally said her goodbyes and headed to her car. She and Juice didn't live far from the garage. Only about fifteen minutes.

As she slowed for the stop sign at the end of the road, a minivan slammed into the back of her SUV.

"Son of a bitch," Ally cursed, reaching for the handgun she kept at all times in her purse as a young blonde woman rushed to her window, tapping on it frantically.

"Help," she cried out, panic clear on her face. "I'm sorry, but my baby. My baby! He's swallowed something and choking!"

Ally's hand slid away from the smooth handle of the gun and got out to follow the woman, who was opening the sliding door of the minivan. "What was it?"

She reached into the van and pulled away the soft blanket over the carseat.

What she found under the blanket, though, was not a choking infant; but a baby doll.

"The fuck," she breathed, turning around. She had made a terrible decision leaving her gun in her car. Before she could process anything, the woman smacked her in the head. Ally fell onto the floorboard of the car, groaning as pain throbbed through her temple.

She heard the woman curse above her when she saw Ally's eyes fluttering and hit her again. Ally lost consciousness.

When she awoke her arms were secured above her head on a chain link fence. It was dark with only a few security lights. As her vision cleared and the fogginess left her brain, she tugged against the cuffs that dug into the soft skin of her wrists.

"What," she breathed, confused and quickly becoming scared. Her breathing quickened as her heart raced. She wiggled her wrists and pulled her arms in an attempt to get her hands released. She whimpered at the burn of the cuffs against her skin. Her wiggling against the restraints caused the shadows in the corner to move with notice of her.

She had been watched the entire time.

"Who are you?" She struggled against the restraints more as three men in white plastic masks approached her. They didn't respond to her question. "Do you know who I am? Fucking scum," she screamed and pulled her legs up, smashing one man in the face by surprise with the heel of her boot.

The other two grabbed her flailing legs and yanked her pants off. Ally screamed and wiggled the best she could in an attempt to get away, but they were stronger and her restraints held firm. A fist connected with the side of her jaw in an attempt to shut her up. It didn't work.

They ripped her panties, the lacy purple ones Juice was always so fond of, and one settled himself between her legs. Before Ally could try to get away, he was inside her.

Ally screamed loudly and roughly.

How could this be happening again? Weren't previous sexual assault encounters enough?

They all took turns and took their time. Her screams had quieted down as her voice became rough and hoarse. They flipped her around and continued. She stared blankly out across the lot and tried to think of a happy place.

Sitting with Juice at the table in the morning as they drank their coffee and shared the paper.

Sketching in her book with her feet propped on Juice's thighs as he concentrated on the video game in blaring on the television. He always gnawed on the corner of his lip whenever he was concentrating extra hard on a sequence. Whenever he killed the bad guy, he would tenderly squeeze her ankle with a triumphant smirk on his face; eyes still glued to the screen.

They turned her around again and her head lolled to the side. One of them grabbed her jaw and squeeze, irritating the tender area where she had been punched earlier.

"Stay with us race traitor, we're almost done," he said through his creepy, expressionless mask. "We need you to deliver a message to SAMCRO. Stop selling guns to niggers and wetbacks. And for you to stop fucking spics. If you don't. We will find you and we will do this again."

Ally didn't respond. He pushed her legs apart and took his last round with her.

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