OK.. So very content with all of the positive reviews and the amount of follows and favorites this story has gotten in only three chapters! Thanks guys!

Just a quick note, be aware, this is not going to be a happy-go-lucky story. This is Sons of Anarchy, there is going to violence, there is going to be rape, there is going to be death. There are going to be many moments when you hate me for this story and when you will hate Cages, I'm just warning you. I made it that way because that is the way SOA works, you love and hate every single character at least once.

So... here is chapter 4...

Oh yeah, speaking of darkness, this story does get relatively dark pretty fast, so, fair warning.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sons of Anarchy, Kurt Sutter does.

Chapter 4

"How much I owe ya?" Cages asks as she studies her new tattoo in silence. Something Happy isn't used to.

He is used to praise or tears, especially when it came to bitches gettin' new ink. But nothing. This curvy ginger just studies the large piece of ink he permanately put on her skin, no emotion showing on her face but slight interest. Happy doesn't do slight interest.

"You like it?" He asks, just wanting to fucking know. He is not known for his patience.

Cages snorts. "Of course I do. I would shove that fucking needle in your dick if I didn't." She rolls her blue eyes and he clenches his fists and teeth.

At least the bitch likes his work.

"Thanks Lowman. Now, how much do I give you?" Happy studies the work on her thigh, the tree dark and twisting, beautiful and large. His dark eyes move to the clock on the video survailence. She came in at six thirty and it's almost one. The clubhouse is silent tonight. No pussy around and no parties.

"Covered." He answers, his voice deep and she scowls at him.

"What? I am not leaving with free ink, Lowman. I know this took time away from whatever fuck else you had planned tonight. Give me a number. Should be around $1,ooo right?"

"No." He rasps, his beast starting to surface. Why does she defy him? "Just fucking enjoy it." He doesn't mention the money she gave them a couple weeks ago. Money that has been used well for the club. Money that she didn't have to give them but did anyway. Money that is covering that new piece on her leg.

"No? Did you just say-" Her blue eyes gleam with hidden rage and he recognizes it instantly. His beast wanting to pull hers to the surface to fight for dominance before fucking her back into submission.

"No. You already paid." He states roughly, crossing his arms over his chest. His dark eyes drill into her steely blue ones, smirking in challenge as they darken.

"Lovey-" He turns his deadly stare back towards the Scot, daring him to continue.

"I don't take orders very well, Lowman." His eyes blaze with fury as she throws multiple hundred bills onto the bar. Her voice came out as a growl, something that infuriates and turns him on further. She can barely be taken seriously just standing with a new tattoo on her thigh, the skin around it red and irrtated, standing in just her lacy black panties and white see-through shirt. Her innocent read hair in a high thing on her head.

"What are you gonna do about it, ginger?" He smirks at her and she grits her teeth. He watches with curiosity as her pale fists curl and tighten.

"You're gonna take the money I put on the bar. I'm gonna walk out of here and order some pizza and whine and bitch about how much this new piece itches. And you're gonna get drunk and go screw something. Good night boys." She glares at him, turning around towards the direction of her pants. He groans audibly as she bends down to grab them.

His beast becomes hot with want as she passes and he grabs her shoulder. "Take your fucking money. You already paid." He growls and she turns towards him slowly.

"You shouldn't have touched me, babe." Are the last words out of her mouth before he topples to the ground in pain. Cages quickly kicks his knee caps in, her elbows connecting with his face. He drops to the ground and the guys quickly rush after her as she calmly walks away. Louella was always so calm after a violent confrontation. She walks out, calm and uncaring about her current state of dress.

"Lovey-"

"Cages-"

"Doll-"

An angry roar comes from the club house, interrupting the three already too busy interrupting one another. "Oh shit." Juice murmurs before a very angry killer comes out of the club house. He stalks over to Cages and she cracks her neck. Happy's nostrils flare with rage, his eyes black and gleaming with danger. Oh yes, it has been too long since she has fought. This is going to be wonderful. The tattooed man stands over her, growling in anger. She grits her teeth, prepared to fight back with whatever she has. But he's just a little faster than her.

Before anyone can blink, he has a large hand around her throat. Blue eyes widen and her insides churn with a delicious anger. Great. Now she's turned on and pissed. Two very different things that can only lead to something very bad... or very satisfying.

Happy lifts her off the ground with one arm and shoves her against the door to the clubhouse. Her back bounces off of it in what should be painful, but her she can only focus on the tightening of his hand on her throat and the growling that is getting her hotter by the second.

"Killa! Play nice." She barely hears Tig as her eyes dart down to the lips of the deadly man above her.

Happy notices her change in mood almost immediately, causing his nails to lightly dig into the soft skin of her neck. He growls low, his chest rumbling as her now dark blue eyes move down to his lips. He leans forward, putting his mouth by her ear. A smirk covers his lips as her breath hitches. Happy is very angry and even more turned on by how quick she got him down.

His nose drags down her neck and she shivers. He inhales her scent and lightly nips her neck. She smells of something delicious. Something spicy. Something dramatic and intense. Like ginger and mint. Two very different things that make her smell perfect.

Her gasp causes him to release her. "Keep your fucking money." He growls, still very close. She glares at him, turning her head up. Their noses touch and it takes everything he has to not bruise her lips with his. To not dominate her. Body and soul.

"Fuck you Lowman." His glare is dark.

"Not happening, ginger. Take your fucking money." She raises her fist to hit him but he just grabs her hips, pulling her into him. Her curvy hips knock into his, and she gasps. He smirks, enjoying how easy it is to surprise her, along with the feeling of her in his hands.

"Bite me, asshole." She grits out, struggling in his grip. His eyes gleam wildly and he leans down to her ear once more.

"I though you wanted me to eat you, ginger." He licks the shell of her ear. She shivers and he grins wickedly, nipping it harshly before stepping back.

Happy makes his way back to Teller-Morrow, not looking back and Cages growls. "I really want to fuck-"

"Him. We know, doll. Now, just go home." Tig hands her the money she previously put on the bar and shoves her to her dark blue 1976 Challenger.

"Watch it Trager." He chuckles, kissing her quickly in a fatherly manner.

At Cages' House

Cages pulls out her .18 when she notices her front door open. No one has a key to her house. She made sure of that. The only person owning a key is her, Ritta, and Luann. Plus there is a pad lock, and serval alarms that go off when intruders get in. And the there is also her large buldozer of a dog that scares most people.

She leaves her pants in her car and quietly makes her way up her stone path to the front door. Her left hand immediatly pulls back the safety with a click and she holds out left arm, aiming for anything moving. Her calm demeanor changes as she walks through the house, her rage building up to deadly levels as she takes in the damage of her home.

This is her home. The one place she can relax and not feel threatened. And someone ruined that. They disturbed her peace. That alone will make her kill whoever did this to her home. To her son's home.

Cages grits her teeth and her grip on her .18 tightens. She makes around the mess, wincing at the broken TV, glass, furniture. This is going cost some money. Cages freezes when she notices her son's room torn apart. She roars with pure fury and stalks into the guest room, everything broken.

A whine causes her to run into her bedroom. She freezes at the sight.

Her room isn't destroyed. It's the same... But there are lit red and white candles everywhere with rose petals covering her bed and the floor. Fear, for the first time in five years, courses through her. Goosebumps rise on her skin and she looks on the floor to see Tiny's face beaten, his front left paw broken.

She swallows and quickly picks up the poor dog. He whines and her heart slowly crumples. How could this happen? How could someone get in? Was it him? It couldn't be. She put six bullets into his chest. It can't be.

She strokes Tiny's face one time, dropping a kiss onto his head before going to see if her bathroom caught any damage.

Cages stares in horror at her mirror. A scream of both fear and anger making its way out of her throat. Pictures. So many pictures. Pictures that cause painful memories to resurface. That cause her to become nauseous.

Pictures of Nate and her. Of her with members of the club. Of her prom and her first sonogram photo. Pictures from the beatings she received. All pictures of her. The other people crossed out in red lipstick. All pictures forming the shape of a heart.

Mine. Always Mine.

It's written in the lipstick. A bloody hand print next to it.

And for the first time in five years, anger isn't Cages' first emotion. Fear is. Gut wrenching, heart breaking, bone chilling fear.

Because he's back. Even when she thought she killed him.

Another scream tears through her throat. This time, of fear alone.

Three Days later

"Hey, Gem." The tall dark haired woman looks up from the desk and smiles at the red head before her.

"Louella Mae. Hello, baby." She stands up, wearing her usual tight dark clothing and black heeled boots.

Cages smiles and hugs the woman. "Hi. Um, have you seen my mom around? I can't get ahold of her." Gemma frowns.

"No I haven't heard from her." She purses her lips, her dark eyes curious. "Why do you ask?"

"Gemma- Oh, hi Cages. Gemma I need you to come and look over these papers. I would've brought them, but Clay needs me." A young, cute, strawberry blonde man stands in the doorway. Cages grins.

"Hey Sac." He smiles shyly at her. So cute.

The older woman rolls her dark eyes. "Coming." She picks up her pencil and glasses. "Come on, Louella Mae. Walk and talk." Cages rolls her eyes and follows.

They both ignore the looks they recieve as Cages tries to get her thoughts together. "I need someone to watch over Zac for a little while. I need to do a couple of things and it would be better if he stayed with someone." She explains and Gemma stops walking as they reach the picnic tables. Men in leather surround them and Cages curses lowly. So much for keeping secrets. God damn you Gemma Teller.

"I can watch him. Clay will love it." Gemma tells her, before slowly eyeing her. "What're you gonna be doing?" She quickly signs some papers and hands a clipboard back to Half-Sac. He rushes off.

Cages bites her lip. "Well- you see- I just..." She sighs. Her blues eyes watch as the men around her sense her hesitation and watch her carefully.

"An old problem came up and I need to put twelve bullets in his fucking brain." She states bluntly. Good enough.

Gemma's eyes widen. "Baby, what happened?"

"Yeah, you okay doll?" Tig rests a hand on her shoulder and her paranoia causes her to jump and twist his arm behind him. Tig grunts in pain and she releases him, eyes wide.

"Sorry Tig." He nods and straightens out his cutt.

"You gonna explain to me what that was about?" Gemma questions and she stares at the dark haired woman with fear and worry. She quickly sits next to Gemma and leans forward, only wanting the woman to know. She doesn't need bikers to protect her family. Cages just needs someone she trusts to watch her son. And Gemma will only do that if she knows whats wrong. Plus, Cages trusts Gemma. She loves Gemma. Gemma knows about what happened and deserves to know now.

"He's back." She whispers. "The night-the night Hap did my new tat." Tears fill her eyes and she curses herself, beyond pissed for the reaction. "My house was broken into. Everything was ruined, broken up. Zac's room, guest room. Tiny was almost beaten to death. My room was covered in rose petals and candles. He-he-" She breaks off and takes a deep breath. "He got pictures. Pictures of me, of us. The fucker put them on my bathroom mirror in the shape of a heart and-and crossed out everyone but him and me." Gemma's eyes narrow.

"He-he wrote in red lipstick, 'Mine. Always Mine.' With a bloody hand print." Angry tears stream down her face. "I put six bullets in that man's chest. How is he still breathing?" Cages shakes her head. "I cannot let him near my son. I will kill himself, in the head this time. I can't-I can't let this happen. Not again."

Gemma's eyes soften. "Everyone thought he was dead, Louella Mae. It is not your fault." Cages sighs and nods, wiping her eyes.

"I would rather die then let that mother fucker near my son. I will glady take his ass down. Bury him six feet under to make sure." She clasps the other woman's hand. "I just need you to watch Zac for me. He can't know. It would break him apart." Gemma nods and kisses the younger woman on the lips.

"I would love too, baby." She pauses before pursing her lips again. "Tell Clay-" Cages opens her mouth to protest but Gemma just holds up a hand. "Just talk to him. He'll help. Won't kill. He'll just get him for you. Let you finish the job."

She sighs. "I just don't want Clay to somehow use it against me." Gemma rolls her eyes. "And I don't want anyone else knowing about this shit, Gem. This is dark shit. Real dark. I wasn't me then. I have a fucking kid now, for god's sake. I can't just tell the club my problems and expect them to drop everything to help."

Gemma frowns. "You are family. Otto is your dad and Luann is your mom. You are apart of this club. They are family." She nods at her with more pursed lips. "Tell 'em. They'll help."

Cages groans.

With Jax

"You put six slugs in that assholes lungs. How is he still breathing?" Jax questions Cages, a scowl on the both of their faces.

"I thought he was dead." He scoffs and shakes his head while she holds back her tongue at his disrespectful response.

When she told Jax that she needed to talk to him, she knew that this was going to happen. Both his reaction and his frustration. Cages thought about Gemma's advice to tell Clay for a couple of days, waiting. Not only with her thoughts, but to see if he would strike again.

He hasn't.

Cages is used to immediate rage and anger. Not paranoia. With these feelings, she is very angry. Angry with herself. Angry with everyone.

"You sure it's him?" He asks and she glares at him.

"There is only one person that can get into my house like that, Jackson. There is only man that causes me to one thing other than pissed. He puts the fear of god into me, Jax. No one else would put that kind of note in my bathroom. It's him." She crosses her arms over her chest and he sighs.

"We need to tell Clay." He tells her. Her beast stirs from her resting cage.

"Not happening." She shrugs carelessly. "You're lucky I told you."

"Cages! We have to tell Clay. The club can help." He tells her, his anger also rising.

She scoffs. "Like you helped the first time when he almost beat me to death before I had to put bullets into his chest? Thanks, but I'm good. I'll handle it myself." Cages sneers at him.

"Cages! Quit being pissed off! We have to think about this before doing anything!" He yells at her.

Her head snaps up and she stalks over to him, her beast awakening. "We? There is no 'we', Jackson. I took care of this the first time, I'll do it again." His nostils flare.

"Think about your kid, Louella!-"

"I AM!" She yells at him. "I killed him for my son! I stuck the barrell of that .38 into his chest and fired off six rounds!"

"Talk to Clay. Let us help. This time you can-" The sound of his phone ringing causes him to stop. He looks at the ID before scowling at her. Her blue eyes blaze with anger. "We finish this later."

He slams the door, stalking out and she scoffs. "Like fuck we do." She loads her .38 and quickly follows her only lead.

An Hour Later

"Cages. Wha-what're you doin' here?" Cheif Unser stares at her with wide eyes.

The red head rolls her eyes and looks up at the old man. "You heard anything from Nathaniel Morgan?"

He scowls. "Your ex? No. I thought he was no longer a problem?" He whispers to her after quickly looking around.

"Yeah, well I thought he wasn't." She eyes him. "Someone broke into my house. Broke everything. 'Cept my bedroom. It was covered in roses and candles. My dog was bloodied. Pictures of me were in the shape of a heart on my mirror. A bloody hand print was next to the words 'Mine Always Mine'. That's what he used to always say to me. Those exact words." She tells the older man and he sighs.

"Jesus Christ. Your kid alright?"

She waves him off. "He's good. I just need some intel of Nathaniel. I need to know where that asshole is. Make him stay away."

He sighs again and takes her elbow. "Ay! Watch it-"

Unser puts his hands up in the world wide surrender gesture. "I don't need any of the others listening. Got it?" She glares at him. "You file a report against him?" She shakes her head and rolls her eyes.

"Trust me Cheif. I thought that fucker was gone years ago. Doesn't make sense for him to be back. Didn't see the point of filing." He sighs and runs a hand down his face.

"If I find anything, I'll tell ya." He eyes her. "What're you plannin' on doin' once you find 'im?"

She smirks at him and kisses his cheek. "What needs to be done, Cheif. Have a good day, Wayne."

Unser sighs. "Don't do anything that could fall back on you or your kid, Louella!" He yells after her before shaking his head in frustration.

At the Clubhouse

Jax looks at his fellow brothers and sighs. "Look. There's some shit goin' on with the Mayan's right now. I get that. But there is some shit with Cages that I think needs to be brought up."

The guys look at him with curious expressions. Clay chuckles. "I don't think problems with our favourite psycho are table worthy."

Jax scowls. "Clay. Our favourite psycho just had her house broken into and torn apart." His brothers' eyes widen, all wondering who would do such a brave and stupid thing.

Clay scowls back at his step-son. "Then let her handle it. She knows how to pull a trigger."

Jax sighs and runs a hand down his face. He grew up with the woman, he knows her, knows her anger, her emotions. With what happened, with what she told him, this is not something she should do alone. Cages had to take that abusive asshole on by herself, and he will not let that happen again.

"This is Otto's kid. If she needs help, we help. She is club blood, Clay." Tig points out and Jax nods at his brother, glad someone else can see his side.

Clay scowls once more. "We try and help, she'll wanna take us down for it." He points out and Juice nods in agreement.

"It's true. When I went to get her for Luann, the girl knocked some guy out with her face for just shoving her. Didn't even faze her. Helping out someone that doesn't want it, especailly her, I don't want my nuts clipped."

Chibs slams his palms down on the table. "Jackie Boy is righte. This is Cages. We 'ave to see wha' is wrong."

Bobby shrugs. "How bad could it be?" He directs at Clay. The President points to Happy.

"What do ya think, Hap?" Happy shifts in his chair and turns towards Jax.

"What's the problem?" He rasps and Jax sighs and runs a hand down his face.

"She's gonna be pissed." The blonde man tells his brothers, a smirk on his face and they chuckle.

"Which is why you are goin' to tell 'er you tol'd'us." Chibs tells and Clay holds up a hand.

"Tell us the problem with her, kid." He shrugs.

His brothers lean in and he shifts in his seat. "You remember before she had her kid. That guy she was with?"

"If this is about some low-life boyfriend, Jax, I don't think she needs our help with anything." Clay scolds and Jax scowls.

"Nate is back. He trashed Cages' house and beat her dog bloody. He is after her Clay." The older man scowls while his brothers try and contain their surprise.

"Impossible. She told us he wouldn't be a problem anymore." He points out and Jax's signiture pissed off face comes on.

"Clay. She put six bullets into that assholes chest. There is no way he should be breathing. But you gotta see her. Gemma told me to talk to her and the way she explained how Cages was, it was weird, bro." His brothers are silent, waiting for him to continue.

"I think we all know that anger is the first thing Cages goes to." The members all agree with either an audible yes or a nod. Some looks of fear cross their faces and Jax smirks for a second before continuing. "The night you did her tat," he looks toward the Killer, who nods. "She went home to find her house broken into. No one has a key to that place. Industrial locks for every door."

"Only people that have keys are the sitter and Luann and her." Tig points out to his brothers.

Jax sighs. "Place was completely trashed. Everything broken. Gemma told me that at first, Cages was pissed. Wanted to kill whoever fucked with her home."

"Naturally." Clay remarks.

Jax ignores his comment. "When she saw the state of her kid's room, she went ballistic." Jax swallows. "Her room wasn't damaged."

His brothers look at him curiously. "What? Who just trashes a house, but keeps the master fine?" Juice wonders for his members and Jax looks at him.

"That's just it, bro. Gemma told me how completely terrified Cages looked when she told her. Her room was covered in rose petals and lit candles. Her pit was almost dead on the ground." He sighs, running a hand down his face. "In her bathroom were pictures. Pictures of herself at different points. Pictures of her with us, with Nate. Luann. Everyone that wasn't Nate or Cages was crossed out in red. Pictures in the shape of a heart."

"Jesus Christ." Bobby breathes, and Piney shakes his head.

"That all?" Opie asks and Jax shakes his head.

"Mom told me that Louella was crying now." Tig and Chibs frown in concern. "The bastard wrote a pretty fucked up note on her mirror and left a bloody handprint next to it."

"What was the note?" Piney asks for the others.

Jax looks at the table. "Mine. Always mine."