It was her first Friday night in a long time and she had forgotten how cheap they were and Stella didn't mean the cost of putting on the whole thing. Of course all her guys loved the company they were keeping, Stella however, that was a different story. The lack of brain cells and silicone just boggled her mind.

"You don't look like you're having a great time" Juice said walking up to her.

"No I am. It's like watching animal planet but instead of animal, there's cheap bimbos" Stella turned around and one of them that was on the way other, zoned in on Juice and Juice alone. "Speaking of which"

She watched as the dolly bird smile, giggle and bat her eyelid and the prospect just lapped it up. She led him away and Stella shook her head and made the sound of disgust.

"Not your idea of a good time?" Someone asked sliding up next to her. Stella looked and concealed her surprise. She knew exactly who he was and he knew exactly who she was but he was acting like he didn't know, he was playing her, so Stella was going to play him right back.

"It's not that. I just wish they didn't fall for it so quickly"

"Fall for what"

"The bat the eyelids, giggle at the appropriate moment and stroke your... ego – thing"

"Darlin' if it's served up to them for free. They're going to take it. Their men"

"And what about you? Why don't you have one of these classy ladies on your arm? Are you gay?" Stella asked with a wicked grin, hoping to bait him.

"No not gay. These type of women ,been there, done that, gets boring after a while. I prefer a challenge"

It took all of Stella's might not to laugh in his face. Lucky a fight broke out and it distracted her, gave Stella an exit.

"I might get some air, while I still can"

"I'll come"

"Why?" she finally laughed

"You never know around this place. You might get kidnap or something"

"Thanks for your concern but trust me I can take care of myself" she told him walking away.

"Wouldn't want to chance it" he said following her out of the clubhouse. Kozik figured she knew exactly who he was. The gay comment and way she delivered it gave her away. Cleary Tigger had told her everything, which was interesting in itself

They walked outside and out into the lot, she sat down on the picnic table, resting her feet on the seat. Kozik lit a cigarette and she looked over at it longingly. He held it up by the bud and offered it to her. She shook her head declining. "Go on, you know you want too"

Stella rolled her eyes and took the cigarette from his fingertips before he lit another one for himself.

"Thanks"

"You really try to be a good girl, don't you?" he said with a chuckle "You're in the wrong place for that"

"It's not that I want to be a good girl. Lord knows I've slept with…. Well….. but its different then in there right now. What's the point if their going to forget my name after the endorphins wear off? "

"You want to be remembered"

"I want to stand out, be different"

"You're in the wrong place then"

"Okay" she said hopping off the table and standing in front of him "Okay, let's cut the bullshit. I know who you are, you know who I am. Let's stop playing games. Your second mistake was thinking I am like any of those women in there. I love every single one of those guys, even at their worst. I am family, not a piece of ..."

"But you're not royalty"

"No I'm not, but I'm not a blow in either"

"Seeing that you belong to Tiggy. You'd know what you're doing with a gun"

"I don't belong to anyone"

"The tat on your wrist says differently. Surprising they let you get one since you're what? Twelve?"

The tattoo was actually new; she was still getting used to it. No one had mentioned it, felt weird talking about it. She knew he was baiting her about her age, yes normally it would get to her but the simple fact was that he was playing games with her again. That was making her stubborn in her convictions and she wasn't going to give him what he wanted, just for the simple fact that he wanted it. Stella hated that she looked so young but she knew later in life that she would love it.

"Nineteen" she corrected him politely

"You're barely legal"

"But legal nevertheless"

"Want to prove it?" he asked with a wicked grin that she hated to admit, she liked.

"You'd like that would you? Maybe that's your whole end game. Sleep with his protégée and rub his face into later. Do you think I am that stupid? Go find yourself a croweater"

He watched her walk away and waited until she got to the door before he stopped her

"You know, you spent that entire time saying you weren't like the others in there. Didn't want assumptions' made, but here you are, making your mind about me with someone else side of the story"

"Time will tell I guess"

He smiled as she closed the door beyond her. There was certainly something different about her, memorable. Definitely beautiful and it didn't take long for her to get under your skin.

She walked out Saturday morning, blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, jeans, boots and black tee. The place looked like a typhoon had hit and ruined everything in its path. There was poor Juice, having to clean it all up. Being the prospect was wonderful.

"I hate Saturday morning" she called over the bar.

He looked up and smiled at her "Me Too"

"Make you a deal? I'll get all the glass and bottle and you get all the things that may make me throw"

"Deal!"

"Get me a garbage bag or ten"

She heard Juice laugh as he walked into the kitchen. Stella looked around the place,had a good look and realised that she had pick the shitty part of the deal

"I don't think you're meant to help the prospect clean up" she heard a voice "Defeats the purpose of the whole thing"

Stella looked up surprise at the unfamiliar voice speaking to her. She looked up and frowned at Shithead before shaking her head.

"He's a sweet kid, Okay? Wouldn't hurt you guys to be a little nicer to him"

"That kid wants to bone you, sweetheart"

Stella head flew up and she frowned at him confused and alarmed. She also didn't realise that Kozik had crossed the room and was now standing on the other side of the bar.

"That can't surprise you, Stel. Can it? I can guarantee you that half the guys have thought about"

"Only Half?" she asked cheekily

"Well, I think it would be more than half" a new voice said

Kozik watched the smile grow on her face as she looked at the guy in the doorway. Kozik had never seen him before but he was wearing a cut and he sure knew Stella.

"Where have you been Mister?"

"Looking for a new place to live but if I knew you were back, I would have been here sooner" he said moving around to her side of the bar

"Oh, Mister Hobart. You know just what to say to a girl. I heard about you and April. I'm sorry"

"When god closes a window, he opens a door, right?"

"Something like that" She said with a chuckle. Kyle gave her a kiss that lingered before he walked towards the back rooms. Stella watched him walk away as a smirk danced upon her face. Kozik watched her before leaning his forearms on the bar top. Stella turned back around and frowned at him

"What are you staring at?"

"Him? Really? Him?"

"Like it's any of your business" she told him before walking off picking up empty beer bottles as she passed them. He watched her for a few seconds and left the clubhouse, without a sound. This wasn't going to be as easy as he was hoping.

Tig stood back and watched his princess flirt with Kyle Hobart, over all people. She had inherent her mother's bad taste in men, along with everything else. It was difficult for him sometimes to look at Stella and not see Savannah but as much as she got from her mother she had been taught by him and Gemma and some days nothing was clearer than that. She knew that Kyle was married, than why the heck she was doing what she was doing.

"You're really going to let that go on?" Someone asked behind him. He turned around to seeing Opie. He suppressed a chuckle at the comment, knowing the history that Opie and Stella shared, Opie obviously not knowing that Tig knew. They heard her playfully squeal and turned around to see Kyle wrap his arm around her waist and pick her up off the ground, there was no space between them, hip to hip and entirely to close for Tig's liking.

"Okay, No"

"That's what I thought" Opie said with a chuckle as Tig stalked away. He needed to get Kyle away from her and for a long time. Stella wasn't a little girl anymore and more of the guys were noticing. Tig walked a fine line between possessiveness' and protective these days, but with guys like Hobart it was definitely protection. He went in search of Clay and found him in the clubhouse.

"I need Hobart to go far, far away and now"

"Princess?"

"Oh yeah"

"Saw that coming" Clay told him rolling his eyes "I need someone to go down to Omaha"

"I vote Hobart"

"Do you want to pleasure of telling him?"

"Oh yeah, I want that"

Clay watched Tig stalked out of the clubhouse and wonder what it was going to be like when Stella actually fell in love with someone. Club member or not it was going to be a nightmare. Before he could reach the auto shop, Tig saw his Princess next to her bike, all decked out in her gear.

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know yet. Just going to hit the road, see where it takes me"

"Don't go to Omaha"

"Why would I go to Omaha?"

"Just sayin', don't go to Omaha"

"Okay Mr. Cryptic- I won't go. Not that I was planning on it"

"Be careful; call me whenever you get to where you're going"

"You got it" she said with a smile before putting her helmet on. He clipped her helmet and tightened the strap before watching her ride off down the road, hoping he would get a call sooner or later.

Tig made his way over to the auto shop and straight up to Hobart with a smug smile on his face. Once Hobart saw him, he knew what was coming and just smiled back at him.

"Pack a bag. You're going on a run to Omaha"

"Are you being serious? Really?"

"Yea. Next time you even think about getting handsy with her. I'll send you to Alaska"

Tig walked away thinking everything was all said and done but Kyle had other ideas. He waited until Tig was all most out of the room before call out

"Hey, she's a grown woman. She can make her own choices. Stella doesn't need a guardian anymore"

Tig stopped in his tracks and slowly walked back of too Kyle, so they were toe to toe and took a deep breath.

"Stel is barely nineteen and has clearly inherited her mother's bad taste in men, along with everything else and it doesn't matter how old she is or where she goes I am always going to protect her"

"And you want to be the only one on the pedestal, right?" Kyle asked him drily "Someday you're going to fall off and you're not going to know what hit you"

"You're right, but that day is not today. You better get going before it gets dark. Would hate for anything to happen to ya"

Kyle watched him leave and rolled his eyes. He was only trying to have a little fun, where was the harm but then again it wasn't the last time that he was going to see Stella and he wanted to see a whole lot more of her

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