Authors Note: I made this story to fill up my free time because writing is fun to me. I love creating my own storylines, BUT! There are a lot of lines and such from Sons of Anarchy that I will type out word for word from the show! All credit goes to Kurt Sutter and the other amazing workers of Sons of Anarchy! If you are a true fan of SOA and know which lines are taken from the show, know that I'm giving full credit to the show! Enjoy!

"SAMCRO has never been in the drug business…"

"And never will!" Bobby began to say but was quickly cut off by Piney at the end of the awkward table. Everyone was confused. Some even hurt that Clay even thought about taking this business venture. Everyone sitting around the table at church was double sided.

"The last thing we want to do is give Alvarez leverage over our business." Opie blurted, taking a puff of his cigarette. Tig looked over at Opie and raised his eyebrow. "We've been good with the Mayan's for about two years now Ope." Jax shook his head in agreement. "Yeah let's not forget, if it wasn't for our brown alliance the Russians would've shived all of us." He pointed out, mainly talking to his best friend across the table. "The Russians aren't going to touch us." Clay added. "Well, what about the FED's?! Drugs will put us on DEA's radar!" Juice jumped in, getting worried about being caught with this after doing time for fourteen months. "The IRA has an expectation of big volume. Without the Russians, that burden lands right here with us." Chibs reassured them. "We do this short term, and then cash out." Clay mumbled, lighting his cigar. Piney was overheating. Being First 9, and one of the big originators of SAMCRO, he was livid about every second of this. "It's a goddamn Cartel! There is no short term!" he shouted, slamming his oxygen tank on the table, making the small Iranian woman next to him jump. "I think it's worth the risk!" Jax interrupted the glare between Piney and Clay.

Suddenly, the club noticed Jax nod to Kimberly, and they both stood up. Each of them grabbed a large paper bag next to their chairs and sat them on the table. SAMCRO stared in awe at the seven-hundred grand, in cash, being spread out over the reaper. "Down payment for our first order." Kimberly mumbled in disgust, but knew there was no winning over this. The room was silent. Tig's mouth watered over the money, but dried up at the same time thinking of the risk coming from all this. "We'll take a few days to think this over. Bobby, put the money in the safe. Jax, go check the ammo. Take Kimberly with you." Clay finally spoke up, not liking the tension in the room.

Kimberly and Jax got in the truck and took off to check the ammo. She looked back into the rearview mirror and saw Clay pulling Tig and Bobby away from the others. She rolled her eyes and lit up her joint as she and Jax shared it for the ride. "You know he's going to use his master manipulating skills to talk them into backing him right?" she scoffed. "…Yeah. I know." Jax mumbled, exhaling his smoke.

The ride was quiet. Kimberly felt confused and angry at the same time. She knew this was a big budget for SAMCRO, but at the same time, she knew she was going to lose some brothers over this shit, no doubt. Whether it'd be a death, or them patching out. These guys have always been and will always be against drugs. So the outcome of this was sadly predictable. That was something she can never prepare for. On the bright side, she knew this meant she'd see Luis more often. However, to dim that brightness down a little, she didn't know if it was worth it.

"Really? Nothing to say?" Jax finally piped up after fifteen minutes of silence. Kimberly rolled her eyes and gripped the wheel tightly. "Not quite sure who I'm talking to right now." She replied, handing him the joint back. Jax's eyes nearly came out of his head. "Wow! That's deep, darling." Kimberly shook her head. "No, not really."

Another five minutes of silence swung by as Jax decided to change the subject. He didn't like when Kimberly was angry. When Kimberly got angry, and the way she lashes out, she makes Gemma look like an angel.

"When you were inside, what'd you think about?" he calmly asked. "Charlie and the fact that he was missing me for over a year right after I got back from Belfast. That boy is like my best friend…Keep ditching him though." She ranted. "Yeah, me too. The whole time, Tara and my boys. Tara and my boys. Wondering how the hell I was going to take care of them, stay home. Be a decent father."

"Pushing coke was your solution?!" she interrupted.

"No! Earning big was!" he retorted, starting to get annoyed by her smart ass remarks.

"Look Kimberly, I know running with a cartel is serious shit. But I don't want to live hand to mouth anymore. I want something more for my boys." He went on. "Jackson, I watched Tara take care of your kids. She's a strong ass bitch, man. She really stepped up in this life. Be glad that you at least have that for your boys. All Charlie has is me. I may be wealthy without this club, but I have no man, no family or friends…I envy you for that." She stated, making Jax feel a little better, but feeling sorry for her as well. "There's nothing to worry about with the cartel, Kimberly. They got politicians, law enforcement on payroll from Lodi to Mexico City. We're protected, and this club, and Charlie and my boys are going to be fine." Jax explained, throwing his finished joint out the window. Kimberly cracked a sarcastic smirked and lightly shook her head. "Sounds to me like you're trying to convince yourself as much as me." Jax just looked at her and back out the window. That was something that he had no response for. Only because she was right.

Kimberly pulled the truck into the driveway of the Wahiawa property where their ammo was stored. "Yo!" Jax shouted when he poked his head into their house. They searched the property and found nobody there. It made them suspicious because there were always multiple people in an out here.

"Jax! Over here!" Kimberly shouted to him when she saw the guard passed out on a lawn chair. Jax cracked a grin and rolled his eyes when he saw the alcohol bottles next to him. "These guys are worse than the Irish." Kimberly joked. "Wake up, douchebag!" She laughed as she kicked the guy out of the chair. Suddenly, it was no joke anymore. The limp body guard had a bullet wound in his stomach, and it turns out that he wasn't drunk. He was dead. The smiles on Jax and Kimberly's faces were gone in a second when they saw a large group of Russians pour out of the house.

"Hey!" Kimberly yelled out of instinct and grabbed her gun out of her pants. The men started to draw their weapons but took cover when Jax picked up the guards shotgun and fired at them. Both of them ducked behind the truck for cover as Jax gave orders. "I'll get in the truck and drive off! You get in the back bed!" he shouted, as they both hauled ass to Opie's pick up.

Jax sped off as Kimberly jumped in with the gun. They didn't know what this was about, but they knew they had to leave and they had to leave now. As Jax rode out, Kimberly scoped out their surroundings for admirers. "We're clear!" She yelled when she saw no one tailing. Unfortunately, Kimberly and Jax weren't careful enough when a big black escalade came out of nowhere and slammed into the side of the truck, completely swinging her out of the bed. Jax lost control and flipped the truck off the side of the road. Luckily, Kimberly was okay, and ran over to make sure Jax was still alive from the massive chaos.

"You okay?! " She panicked, as she wiped the blood off his head. "Yeah, you?!" Jax asked, grabbing the side of her pretty face and examining the small gash above her brow. "Hands up! Now!" The large man shouted at the two when the escalade came to a halt. Kimberly and Jax were shoved into the vehicle so fast they saw nothing but a blur.

When they made it back to the Wahiawa house, they were tied up from behind as were the families of the property. "Tell me where the guns are or I'm going to blow her head off!" the man demanded. Jax nodded his head. "Okay, okay." When the men saw Jax was going to cooperate, they slowly took the gun out of the woman's mouth. Kimberly looked over at Jax and nodded her head, knowing what he had in mind next. Quickly, Jax head-butted the leader of the group and another fight broke out. When the henchman put the gun back in her mouth, Jax knew they weren't playing games. "NO! NO! I'LL TELL YOU! I JUST NEED TO MAKE A PHONECALL!" he shouted as the men slammed a tied up Kimberly and Jax on the floor.

….

Gemma was cleaning Abel's mess in the back room at the clubhouse when she picked up a stack of his coloring books to put aside. She was confused when a slip of paper fell out on the floor. Gemma picked it up and her eyes nearly fell onto the floor as well. It read:

"Dear Jackson, the truth about your father is in these letters. You should know John like I did. –Maureen."

Gemma's mouth was wide open and her eyes were burning through the paper like fireballs. The only thing she could think of was…well, the truth. She didn't need to read those letters to know what truth Maureen was talking about. Now she was terrified. She needed those letters and she needed them now. Jax was the last person she wanted to get a hold of them because she knew exactly what would happen if he did.

"What's up sweetheart?" Clay asked when he walked in behind her. Gemma quickly hid the note behind her back and fake smiled. "Nothing baby. Just…Cleaning up in here." She stumbled on her words. Clay knows Gemma better than anyone. He knows when she's acting weird about something and now he was a tad suspicious. "Clay! Jax is on the line! We got trouble." Bobby interrupted when he opened the door on them. Clay smiled at Gemma and walked out with Bobby, taking the phone from Chibs when he walked into the chapel. The guys surrounded Clay at the table, knowing something was up with Kimberly and Jax. "Hello?" Clay mumbled like the angry old man he was. "I don't speak Russian, but I'm pretty sure they're pissed about their guns." Jax stated on the other end of the call. "You bring all the guns now! Or their both dead!" The Russian leader demanded. Clay shook his head. "It'll take a few hours." The Russian man clenched his teeth angrily. "You have one!" He shouted, and hung up on Clay. "It's going to be at least two hours before we get those guns, man." Tig stated. "Well then we better leave now." Clay scoffed at his right hand man.

Just as SAMCRO was about to leave, Sheriff Roosevelt and his department came rolling up through the gates. "This guy's starting to piss me off!" Clay shouted, slamming his helmet down and approaching the police officers. Roosevelt went face to face with Clay and in a cocky manor, pulled his glasses off. SAMCRO was now confused when a fire truck rolled in as well. Clay raised his eyebrow at Roosevelt and shrugged his shoulders. "What the hell is this?!" he asked. Roosevelt smirked and sarcastically sniffed the air. "…Do you guys smell smoke?"

….

The Russians were pulling apart every nook and cranny of the house as Kimberly and Jax were still tied up on the floor. They were beat up, bloody, and even though they refused to show it, they were scared.

"This is fun." Jax joked, facing Kimberly on the floor. "I should've just stayed in bed with my son. Rather play with legos all day than get bashed by a bunch of angry Russians." She laughed, earning a big laugh from Jax as well. The two got quiet and serious after laughing for a few seconds. This wasn't a game anymore. Jax looked Kimberly in the eye and could feel her fear as she could with him as well. "They're never going to make it from Dog town in an hour" Jax mumbled. Kimberly nervously licked her lips and searched Jax's face for emotion. "…I know." She hesitantly whispered.

Conveniently, after Kimberly and Jax came to terms that they were about to be killed by Russians, they heard a big vehicle pull up outside. Just as they both furrowed their brows at each other, knowing it couldn't be SAMCRO, they were ripped from the floor aggressively.

"Pretty Boy! Who are these guys?!" The one Russian asked as he pushed Jax into the doorway. Jax had a sigh of relief when he saw the silver hummer with Romeo and Luis leaning on it. "Looks to me like a Mexican guy and a Mexican guy." Jax answered like a smart ass. Unfortunately for Jax that earned him a good punch to the face as he and Kimberly were dragged out front for the confrontation.

"That's far enough! What do you want?" the Russian leader asked the two Galindo employees. "We hear you're looking for your guns!" Romeo shouted as Luis popped the trunk. The Russian looked at Jax in confusion. "That's right. They have your guns." He added. "They're right here! You can have the rest when you let them go!" Romeo negotiated. Luis looked over at Kimberly who was a beat up mess and tied up while in an uncomfortably tight grip from a Russian. He actually felt bad and wanted to help her. Which was incredibly odd because…well, Luis has never felt bad for anyone in his life. Being in a cartel, you're not really supposed to.

She was so tiny compared to these guys, and even though he doesn't know her personally, he knows she didn't deserve the ass kicking from these assholes. She had to be at least five feet. Maybe even four eleven while these guys were up to six foot for goodness sakes. Kimberly looked over at Luis as well and blushed when she saw he was staring at her. Even for a cartel employee, she could see the worry in his eyes which flattered her, but if this goes wrong, there might be nothing of her left to be flattered.

"That's bullshit!" The Russian yelled, firing his gun at the ground where Romeo and Luis stood. Jax and Kimberly were in disbelief when Luis and Romeo didn't even bat an eyelash when those bullets came at them. Not a budge came from them, which Kimberly found as an extreme turn on, of course. She liked her men tough to the bone.

"Bring us all the guns! Thirty minutes! Or I kill Pretty Boy and Doll Face over here!" The Russian guy shouted while dragging Kimberly and Jax back in the house. Luis whistled to his henchmen while he watched Kimberly get manhandled. Even though he knew she was tough, hence the reason why she was patched into SOA, she reminded him of a sad puppy for some reason. Something about her just seemed like she needed help. Even if she wasn't in this predicament, he could still read it.

After the whistle, the cartel henchmen fired at the Russians and swarmed the house to help Jax and Kimberly. The two were astounded by all the guys that showed up, thinking only Romeo and Luis were there.

Kimberly stood in the doorway as Romeo and Luis came up to take charge after all the Russians were killed. "You guys alright?" Romeo asked with an amused look in his face. "Yeah, thanks." Jax chuckled. "That's what friends are for." Romeo smiled at the two shooken up Redwoods. Luis walked over to Kimberly and stood behind her. She felt like she was going to collapse right there when she felt his hands on hers, even though she knew he was just untying her. Hey, a girl can still imagine right?

"You okay?" he asked her when he walked to the front of her. He was so handsome that she almost couldn't find the words for him. "Um…yeah. Thank you for this. Pretty sure we would've been dead in about ten minutes of it hadn't been for you guys." She chuckled as she couldn't take her eyes off his. Luis smirked at her nodded. "Don't worry about it." He mumbled as he took another good look at her beautiful, but bloody face and walked away.

Jax and Kimberly along with Galindo left the house as the rest of SAMCRO pulled up to see what was going down. Just having Luis walking next to her left butterflies in her stomach. It was insane for her. Kimberly was the type of girl that had no problem giving the single SAMCRO guys sex when they needed it. One of the deals she made when she patched in; they take care of her and she takes care of them. As long as she was patched in and treated like one of the guys, she didn't care what they made her do. One of the reasons they loved her so much, because of her loyalty to the club. However, Luis was the first guy that ever made her feel like this, and she somewhat…well, loved it. It was a new feeling and she felt like a little girl. Though it was confusing because she barely spoke three words to this man, and she actually should be scared of him beings he works for a damn cartel. However, Kimberly was homeless most of her life, living off of "friends", sleeping with junkies while being one herself. She never had real emotion about anything in life, so when Luis gives her this type feeling in the pit of her stomach, she doesn't ignore it.

"You guys missed all the fun." Jax joked as they walked up to the rest of their club outside. "Kimmi, you okay sweetheart?" Chibs whispered, pulling Kimberly into a hug. "Not really." She chuckled as she tightly wrapped her arms around her Scottish friend's neck. "How'd you know this was going down?" Clay asked, not knowing how Galindo made it there without SAMCRO informing them of anything. "We have contacts in the ROC." Luis replied. "We have contacts everywhere." Romeo smiled at his new friends. "You guys know how to lock shit down." Jax sighed. "This relationship is very important for my organization. I'm sure this is the last we've heard of these guys." Romeo reassured them.

The entire time these guys were all chatting it up; Kimberly wanted to punch herself for how many times she looked at Luis. He was a magnet to her eyes. Never had she used this word to describe a man, but he in a way, was so pretty. Luscious hair, adorable face, he was fit, dressed nicely; her eyes couldn't get enough of him. Again, little did she know, is he was doing the exact same thing to her.

Lucky for him, every time she looked away from him, he'd look at her. She was absolutely stunning, and her bruises and bleeding lip were so sexy to him in a way. He liked tough girls and this girl was the definition of tough. She got her ass beat by a couple of Russian guys and was still standing in front of him with a smile on her face. He admired that she was out here doing some dirty work with tight black skinny jeans with knee high, black, high heeled boots and a white spaghetti strap under her SOA cut. Her curves, he thought her curves were unbelievable. Nice cantaloupe sized breasts with a very, very nice ass. She was definitely the type of girl that people described as: "The gift that keeps on giving." He didn't even know her well enough to know that, but he knew just by looking at her.

Clay looked behind Romeo and Luis and saw the Russians being held by the cartel and sprang some retaliation ideas. Nothing surprising when it comes to Clay. In his head, everything needs retaliation. "Maybe we should cut one of them loose. Let him bring this memory back to his pals." He suggested in a cocky manor. "The Wahiawa will want retribution." Bobby threw in.

Kimberly smirked at the thought and took Luis's gun from his hand. They all looked at her in confusion when she walked over to the Russians. With one quick sarcastic smile to the leader, Kimberly bashed the handle of the gun over his head and knocked him out. "I volunteer this asshole!" Kimberly laughed as she looked back at her crew and earned one from everyone as well. Luis couldn't take the smirk on his face. This girl was something else, and he liked that. Tig and Chibs walked up and grabbed the Russian guy and tossed him to the rest for them to handle.

"Looks like you guys got this under control." Romeo chuckled, shaking Clay's hand. Kimberly, nervously, walked back over to Luis and handed him back his gun. "Thank you. Again, I'd be dead if it wasn't for you guys." She smiled weakly at him. "…You're welcome, hun. Be more careful where you go from now on." He suggested, touching her shoulder and walking back to the car with Romeo. Kimberly just cracked a childish little smile and lightly bit her bottom lip. *He touched my shoulder.* she laughed to herself in her head. All of the sudden she felt an arm around her shoulder. "You crushing on Galindo over there?" Tig teased while she watched Luis pack up the hummer. She looked up at him and smiled. "You jealous Tiggy?" Tig smirked down at her and pressed his lips to her ear. "Maybe a little." He whispered. Kimberly kissed his cheek and walked back to the van with him, but without thinking, took one more look back at Luis before they drove off. To her surprise, just as she turned around to see him, Luis looked back before opening his door as well and their eyes met one more time. She quickly faced forward again and could feel how red her face was. She snapped out of it when Tig handed her an extra helmet and climbed on the back of his bike so they can finally get back to the clubhouse in one piece.

Luis climbed in the hummer next Romeo and stared out the window. "That woman. She's a cutie." Romeo blurted, making Luis smirk. "Yeah, she is. Must be something else if she's patched into SAMCRO." Luis added. *Something that I'm looking forward to seeing.* he thought to himself as he buckled his seatbelt.

….

When SAMCRO made it back to TM everyone was there waiting for them. They were all worried. The prospect, the crow-eaters, the old ladies, everyone. They knew something was going down with the sons, but not being patched members, they couldn't have any info. "Kimberly, Jax, don't be alarmed when you walk in there." Gemma told them, thinking back to earlier that day when Roosevelt showed up. "Why?" Jax asked, very confused. Tara put her hand his shoulder and looked at him worriedly. "You might just want to go see yourselves." She mumbled. Kimberly and Jax just looked at each other and hurried into the clubhouse.

It was a disaster when they entered. Everything was torn apart and broken and ripped. Their wall of mug shots was destroyed and there was an axe in their reaper in the damn chapel. It was going to take the prospects weeks to fix all this up.

"What the hell happened in here?!" Kimberly freaked, picking up JT's mug shot off the floor and brushing the dust off. "Roosevelt showed up." Clay blurted. Kimberly and Jax cocked their eyebrows at him. They knew Roosevelt wasn't fond of their MC, but this?! What hell was he trying to prove? "He smelled smoke apparently." Gemma scoffed.

Everyone slowly walked around the clubhouse, picking up everything and shaking their heads in disgust. Tara knew that was her queue. What happened with her and Jax yesterday morning desperately needed to be announced at this sad moment.

"Um, I have some good news!" Tara called out to everyone. Everyone turned around curiously at the small woman to see what good news she had this very moment. Tara reached into her pocket and slipped a beautiful diamond ring onto her finger. "We're engaged!" she very happily shouted, flaunting her engagement ring. Jax smiled and walked behind her, waiting for everyone's reaction when simultaneously everyone in the clubhouse began clapping, hooting and hollering. A class act by Tara for announcing that at that moment. It was needed. Everyone went from being angry, to celebrating the way only SAMCRO knows how.