Daddy's Girl

by Chloedancerva

Chloe was raised in SAMCRO as the only girl around. Other members had daughters, but they didn't live with them. She's had it rough, but rolled with the punches and is making a place for herself. Her dad, Otto, is her rock & she is his touchstone.

7. You And I

Daddy's Girl

Chapter 7:

I do not own SOA or any SOA characters. I own only Chloe, Jade, Drew, Nick, Eric, Brodi and Jessie and other OC.

Thank you for the reviews, story alerts and favorites. I appreciate each and every one of them. I hope you are enjoying, so far. This chapter will begin where 6 left off pretty much and then offer a series of one shots to get us forward into the future.

Chloe had started her volunteer service with four former soccer teammates, rehabilitating a house for an elderly couple in Stockton, the day after returning from Arizona. The project would last between six to eight weeks. They were on the bus by 6:30 every morning and home around 7 pm each night, Monday through Saturday. Although she had always spent summers helping around the garage, she had never worked this hard in her life. The project had been suggested to her by her senior advisor in order to earn her more extracurricular activities before college for potential club and society honors. She was proud of herself for making it through the first three weeks without collapsing, so was her father. She had seen no one except her immediate family due to the hours of the project, coming home, eating, showering and going to bed. She had attended one family dinner at Gemma's two weeks ago, but half the club (including Chibs) were on a run.

So, when the opportunity for a three day weekend off came because of July Fourth, she and her dad ceased the opportunity. She made plans with Jade for a girl's night on Friday, eating crap food, watching chic flicks and talking gossip. Her dad made her promise to keep Saturday, the Fourth, open for the Club's blow-out party with fireworks by Opie and the promise that she could even claim a room if she wanted to stay the night.

Jade left Chloe's house after a night filled with Cheetos and chocolate chip cookie dough eating, watching chic flicks and talking about boys, the upcoming Fall, in which Chloe would go off to Santa Cruz and Jade would stay at home while attending San Joauquin Community College. Jade and Nick were going to Lodi to visit his cousin and weren't going to make it to the Clubhouse, but Jade told Chloe she wanted any and all details on Sunday if anything happened with Chibs.

As she looked at herself in the mirror, one final glance gave her the confidence she needed to walk into the clubhouse and try her best to convince Chibs he didn't need to be worried about any of his excuses. After three weeks of hard labor and, due to the week in Arizona, four weeks in the sun-Chloe was sure of one thing: She looked damn good. Defined muscles in her arms, stomach and legs mixed the Sandy blonde highlights and deep tan she had received from the sun had transformed her into what LuAnn had begun calling her, to Otto's demise: Cara Cara's Next Big Star. Chloe laughed it off, Otto said "Over My Dead Body", besides she was more beautiful than any of those girls.

Chloe went with dazzle and comfort for the night: A white tube top with silver sequence over a push up bra that held her already perky breasts up on an imaginary shelf. The top came into a V that ended at her belly button. She decided on dark washed, low-rise, short shorts and a pair of red, low Chuck Taylor Converse. She put a red, glitter headband in her hair to keep it out of her hair, but let the waves flow to nearly the middle of her back.

Otto and LuAnn pulled up to the TM lot, Chloe close behind in her car so she could drive back home in the morning, if she stayed the night. She's packed a bag, just in case, and Gemma told her which room she had put new sheets and towels in before leaving to get the rest of the food with one of the prospects. When she got out of the car, she was still wearing her sunglasses as she leaned into the backseat for her bag. Otto was backing his bike into its normal spot when he saw a couple of his brothers pop their heads out of the clubhouse, watching Chloe, intently.

"Yo! Yo!" he yelled and whistled a loud whistle with two fingers in each corner of his mouth until they turned to see their VP walking up to them, not appearing very happy.

"What's up? You check out the new talent?" Tig wiggled his eyebrows and threw a nod towards the hot piece walking towards them.

"Hey Tigger!" Chloe bounced up and planted a kiss on his cheek as she stood on her toes and used his shoulder to lean. The color seemed to drain from Tig's face when he realized who she was and the reason his VP appeared to want to knock his eyes down his throat. Bobby and Juice tried to hide their surprise and laughter as they received their hugs from Chloe.

"Hey princess! I didn't even recognize you," he said regaining some color when she removed her sunglasses as they followed her inside. "Shit, Otto man, I'm sorry," he whispered and Otto waived him off.

"I don't know what the hell I'm supposed to do about that. In less than two months, she's two hours away in a co-ed dorm," Otto said, perplexed, standing with his brothers at the bar. Piney and Jax had seen her blow by saying she'd be right back after putting her stuff down.

"Lucky co-eds!" Jax quipped taking a shot. Piney smacked the back of his head, laughing, Otto glared at him.

Various hang arounds and sweetbutts were milling around, setting out red, white, and blue paper plates, cups and utensils and helping Gemma and LuAnn in other ways. Gemma had put a prospect in charge of the grill and Bobby had already prepared chili and corn on the cob. Chloe had promised she would help frost cupcakes and cut watermelon, so she made her way to the kitchen. Before she turned the corner, Chibs stepped out of his room and she ran into him, placing her hands to his chest to stop the collision before noticing who she was running into, again.

"Shit, sorry," she said bringing her hands back and across her chest, which only made them appear even larger. She looked up to see his gaze finally meet hers, smiling.

"No worries, lass. Been a while, aye?" he said leaning against the wall and lighting a cigarette. Fuck, she looked like a goddamned goddess, Chibs thought.

"It has. We always seem to meet in the same spots, don't we?" she winked and walked away, not turning her head until she was at the end of the hall, only to toss a wicked little smile. She was off to eat, drink and be merry for the night after helping Gemma with a few last minutes details.

She played pool with some of the guys, ate and drank-even won a few bucks from a new guy not familiar with her abilities. Soon, it was time for her to help Gemma gather all the kids for the fireworks. After getting them to a spot that was safe, decided it was time for her to enjoy the night, too. She headed to the picnic table with a beer and sat next to Jax who was smoking a joint. He offered her the cigarette and she inhaled deeply, a few times.

After a final exhale, she smiled, "It has been too long. I needed that!"

"That house crew working you too hard?" Jax joked, hitting the joint and handing it back. She placed her head on his shoulder, letting out a Scarlet O'Hara sigh.

"They are, they really are. I don't think I can take it anymore," she joked, dramatically.

Jax smirked, "When are you done over there?"

"A week, two tops. It's been good, just way more than I've ever done before! And I know the old couple will be happy," she said seeing Chibs come out of the clubhouse doors, a sweetbutt following closely. Chloe couldn't hear what they were talking about, but the small blonde walked away without a smile as he made his way toward the picnic table.

"S'that gonna help ya in ta ring, is it, lass?" he smiled, setting his beer on the table and lighting a cigarette, the irony not lost on him as he smiled big.

"I've been lifting, pulling, painting, hammering and dry walling for the past three weeks straight! I think I've earned this break, coach," she said drinking her beer.

Chibs smiled and said, "Shyte, you on a break? We're in fer it then, ay? Juice showed us the pictures of how ya took a break in Arizona," he wiggled his eyebrows a bit. Chloe's eyes were wide, blushing; she took another sip of her beer.

"I'm gonna kick his ass!" she said. "My dad didn't see, did he? He didn't say anything to me," she cringed and smiled at the same time.

"Nah, just everyone else," Jax chuckled.

"Tig?" Chloe asked. Chibs nodded. "Ugh, as if he doesn't creep me out enough half the time, pervert," they all laughed.

"Did ya have fun?" Chibs asked her.

"It was a blast! We loved it."

"Then that's all that matters, aye?" Chibs said, clinking his bottle against hers. She saw Juice across the lot, near the dessert table and hopped down from the table.

"Yeah, but I still have to kick his ass on principle," she laughed a little as she walked away. Chibs and Jax perked up, the idea of Juice getting blindsided by Chloe seemed even better than the fireworks display.

"Hey, Juice, buddy," Chloe said as she got closer to her friend as he ate a cupcake. Juice turned and smiled, a mouthful of frosting was Chloe's view.

"Hey, Chloe. Sorry, these are so good; I've had, like, three of them!" He told her pointing to the vanilla and chocolate goodies on the table.

"I'm glad you like them. Gemma made the cupcakes, but I frosted them all myself," she told him, smiling. He was oblivious, and a bit stoned and/or drunk. She picked up a cupcake.

"If I don't stop I know I'll get sick, but they are so good," he laughed a little. Juice had a terrible sweet tooth. She picked up a second cupcake.

"Did you like my pictures from Senior Week that I posted? We had a great time!" she asked, not believing Juice had not seen her pick up a third cupcake, holding two in one hand.

"Wow!" He said his eyes now big. "You definitely looked like you had a good time! And the wet t-shirt pics-Epic!" he laughed and then held his hands in front of his chest, trying to emulate her large breasts from the photo. She smiled and nodded.

"Yep, we had some fun," she chuckled. "But, then again, so did you and the guys, looking at them, huh?" she said, no longer chuckling, just watching him. It took him a moment to grasp the situation.

"Oh shit, you didn't want anyone to see the pictures!" he said wide-eyed and slowly. She put her finger to her nose.

"Bingo. You think I this D-bag to see my boobs?" She pointed behind her to Jax. Jax put his hands to his chest, indicating her couldn't believe it was him she spoke about.

"She's talkin' 'bout ya brutha!" Chibs laughed.

"Or anyone else?" she turned to Chibs, who stopped laughing. "Dude! Seriously? What if my dad saw them?"

"Shit, Chloe, I'm sorry," he said, knowing there was nothing he could do now. "Are you mad?"

"Juice, you should know me by now. I don't get mad," she smiled. He then smiled, feeling a little reassured. "I get even!" And with that she shoved the cupcakes in his face, finding his mouth, ears, nose and neck, as he tried to back up, but bumped into Chibs and Jax who held him down as she covered him in frosting and cake, grabbing several more to finish the job. His entire front was covered in frosting, cake, dirt and gravel when they released him. Of course, Chloe had frosting and cake on her hands, arms, chest and a little on her face and in her hair, but she didn't care, she was laughing. Juice, after standing and looking at her and the few others that had gathered, laughed, too.

"You know I love you, dumbass!" Chloe said, taking a bite out of one of the undamaged cupcakes on the table. He hugged her hard, trying to get as much of the mess on her as he could and said, "Same here."

"You fucker!" she laughed as he walked away. She started to clean up as much as she could, knowing Gemma would have her ass if she left it there and Chibs crouched down to help.

Quietly, he said, "We didn't see much, lass." She looked over at him and stood to throw the garbage away. "Not that I was disappointed by what I did see," he finished and tossed his, as well.

"I definitely wouldn't want you to be disappointed," she said licking her lips, as she felt the frosting dry and start to stick. He raised his eyebrows and ran his hand over his face, then through his hair. She wasn't sure if she was making him nervous or hot, she'd take either, happily.

"I think I need a shower," she said looking down at herself and smiling.

"Ya need some towels?" he asked, lighting a cigarette.

"Thanks, but Gemma set me up in the room next to John's bike. I'm staying here tonight," she told him.

"Are ya?" he said, more of a statement than a question.

"Yeah, dad has that run tomorrow morning so he and LuAnn were leaving early. So I decided to stay drive separate in case I had a reason to not leave early," she said and started to walk to the clubhouse, slowly.

"Ya got that reason?" he called after her, watching her walk away.

"I'm pretty sure I do," she called over her shoulder and walked inside. When the door closed behind her, she let out a breath she'd been too afraid to release. Oh my god-please let this happen! She thought walking back to the room. The place was pretty empty considering it was July 4th, but it was so nice outside, most people stayed out after the fireworks ended. A few guys were playing pool, and a prospect was talking up a sweetbutt at the bar as she walked past them to her room for the night.

She took off her jewelry and headband, then her makeup before she removed her clothes and grabbed the towels, heading to the bathroom across the hall with her bag of shampoo and soaps. The warm water hit her skin and felt like a hard rain, she let herself enjoy the silence for a moment and then shampooed her hair. She squeezed the Mango & Pears body wash onto the sponge and smelled the scent before scrubbing the cake and frosting off of her skin, laughing about the incident. When she had finished, she wrapped the towel around her hair and body, grabbed her things and headed back to her room.

Setting her things on the floor, she got out a small purple bag containing makeup she had brought, luckily, she thought and began to shake the foundation bottle when there was a light knock on the door. "Chloe?" she heard her name whispered in the accent she loved. She walked across the room, choosing to speak through the wood of the door.

"Yes," she said quietly.

"Are ya okay, lass?" he asked, his fingers on the doorknob.

Chloe touched the doorknob on her side, opened it a crack and said, "I just got out of the shower. I haven't put on any clothes or makeup-"before she could finish he gently pushed the door open, with no resistance on her side and stood in the doorway, looking at her.

"Yer beautiful," he told her, lifting her chin with his thumb and forefinger. "Ya don't need any of that." She smiled. "Not even the clothes?" she teased.

He smirked, "That'd be up ta ya, dear," he said with a cock of his head. They stood for a moment, looking at one another and she opened the door all the way, inviting him in to the room. She took the towel off of her head and shook her long, dark, wavy hair out before tossing it onto the chair. Chibs closed the door behind him, hoping she wouldn't find it strange if he locked the door. When she made no mention of the clicking sound of the lock, he turned to face her again. They each stepped closer to the middle of the room.

"Ya are gorgeous, ya know," he told her as he pushed the hair away from her face and let his hands cup her face. She looked into his eyes and heat was reflected as his mouth came down to hers, first kissing her lips tenderly. He broke the kiss, searching her face, her eyes for an answer. Her hands pulling him closer using his cut was his answer. He let his lips crush hers; she opened her mouth to allow his tongue passage to explore. Their hands, his in her hair and at the back of her neck, hers wrapped around his waist under his cut, roaming. He left her mouth, lingering at her neck and chest, her shoulders until she brought him up to push his cut off and remove his shirt.

A small, "Wow," escaping her lips as he went back to covering her with his lips and hands. She stood, taking in the feel of his smooth lips, wet tongue and the roughness of the stubble on his face. He walked her back a little until they reached the bed, where he stopped and looked into her eyes, hooded from the feelings running through her body.

He opened his mouth, and out of fear it would be a reason they could not continue that left his lips, she let her towel drop to the floor around her feet and sat down on the edge of the bed. He dropped to his knees, slowly, in front of her and let his hands move up her thighs, to her hips. He soaked her all in before he placed kisses up and down her thighs and her stomach, and then stood before her. She reached for his waist, and unbuckled his SOA belt, but was unable to remove it as he reached down to her and pushed her up towards the headboard, straddling her thighs and bending over to rain kisses and licks across her swollen nipples.

He kissed and sucked on one as he pinched the other, her fingers pressing into the reaper on his back as she released a moan that made him harder, wanting her more. He drifted down her stomach with kisses, stopping to lick a ring around her belly button that made her toes curl. She felt him smile against her skin as she let a moan linger at her lips while his hands had made it to the smooth and waxed area between her legs. Her legs were slowly pushed apart, his nose nuzzled the small amount of hair above her clit as his lips kissed and then his tongue licked her slit. Almost immediately, she bucked her hips to which his response was to wrap his arms under her legs, so the backs of her knees were in the crooks of his arms. Her legs spread and held in position, Chibs began to flick her clit with his tongue, and then suck it to a small bud. Circling her clit with his tongue, he slid a finger into her pussy and smiled, himself moaning at her wetness before sliding in another.

"Oh god," she released struggling against his hold, not because she didn't want him to continue, but because the pressure building inside of her was ready to explode. "Fuck! Oh god, yes!" she cried, as she exploded, writhing in pleasure. Brodi had been the only other man to give her oral, but she was thinking that every man should be required to take a class from Chibs. She propped herself up on her elbows and watched him as he released her legs and stood before her. She crawled to him, sat up, her feet under her, grabbing at his jeans and seeing the outline of his hard cock, she smiled. When she had unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, he pulled at them, kicking off his boots and climbed onto the bed in front of her.

Chloe took his hard, ample cock into her soft hand, tossed her hair and began to bend to take him into her mouth when he pulled her back to face him and crushed her mouth with his, feeling her own wetness on her chin from his goatee.

"Are ya on anything, dear?" He asked as he cupped one of her breasts and kissed her ear. She brought his face to hers with her hands.

"The pill, you mean?" he nodded. "Yes," she whispered. His hands in her hair, he pulled it to give him access to her lips, kissing her mouth. He never let go of her or released her from the kiss while he turned, pulling her on top of him. He lifted her hips to align his thick cock under her; she winced as she slid down, taking him all. He felt so good inside of her, but he was bigger than she'd ever had, the pleasure mixed with the pain made her head swim.

"Christ, Chloe, yer so fuckin' tight," he held her hips, helping her move up and down, grunting.

"Sorry," she said, not knowing what to do with his statement. But, before she had to think long, he sat up as much as he could, and paid attention to each full and round tit.

"Ye ain't got nothin' ta apologize for, my lass, it's fuckin' amazing!" he said as he flipped her over, moving in and out of her, sucking her nipples and kissing her neck. He felt her tightening around him and knew he was nearly there, "Come on, baby, cum for me," he said as he thrust into her, quickly, pushing the hair out of her face. She had never had two orgasms in such a short time period and felt as though she may pass out. She began to meet his thrusts, bucking her hips, until she lost all control and came with another explosion in her body as she held onto him for fear of losing herself. "Fuck!" he said into her neck as he came inside of her, both of their chests heaving, his body falling to her side. "That was fuckin' amazin', dear!" He said still breathing heavy.

"I've never cum twice. Ever," she said, nearly giggling. He pulled her to him so her head and arm were on his chest, his arm around her.

He smirked, moved the hair off of her face and looked down at her, "We Scots, we aim ta please!" she laughed quietly when he winked at her. He scooted out from under her to grab his cigarettes, lit one and made his way back to the bed. He was sitting up, halfway, against the headboard; Chloe's head on his chest with her hand against his chest.

She looked up to him, "Was-was it good for you?" she asked, hoping the answer was a good one.

He released a laugh, not reassuring her at all. "Are ya serious, dear? It was fuckin' wonderful!" he told her, hugging her to him. "Ya know, we still got ta keep this between us, aye? Yer da would have my nuts in a bag, he ever found out!"

"I know. But, I'd never let him kick your ass. I've been taking boxing lessons from this cool biker guy and I'm pretty sure I could protect you," she smiled. He smirked and rubbed his chin.

"Aye? He a good lookin' fella, this biker?" he joked with Chloe.

"He's hot and has this really sexy accent, but I've heard he has been known to cause trouble," she tried to fake a serious ace, managing to hold it for only a moment before smiling.

"Any trouble this bloke causes, you let me know!" Chibs replied, offering an equally serious face, but cracking a smile.

Chloe left Chibs' small, two bedroom house around six-thirty in the morning hoping to make it to the garage in time to have coffee ready for everyone-and before her dad showed. She had been "spending the night at Jade's" for the past three weeks, at least twice a week, since she and Chibs' first time at the clubhouse. They'd also managed to sneak away to a few more "open-air" spots just outside Charming and she had corned him once in his room at the clubhouse. He had not wanted to risk it, but once her mouth was that close to his zipper, he couldn't think straight.

He hadn't asked and she had not brought up what would happen in ten days when she left for school. However, Chloe suspected she would return on weekends and he could always take a drive to see her, then she could show off this hot man on his bike to the other girls in her dorm. She was still going through a few scenarios when she pulled up to the TM lot and only saw the cars from the night before in their spots, along with two bikes, neither of which belonged to her dad.

"Hey kiddo, you're here early," Bobby said coming out of the kitchen to see who had entered the clubhouse so early. His glasses on top of his head, he was holding a cup of coffee in one hand and a receipt book in the other.

"Jeez, Bobby! You scarred the shit outta me!" she told him, hand to her chest. "I wanted to get a jump on the day since Gemma said she'd be leaving early to set up for the Taste of Charming and I knew I couldn't do it without a couple cups of coffee in me first. So, I left Jade's early and just got here-" Fuck, I am rambling, she thought and then smiled at the short, but burly biker she'd known for most of her life.

"Okay? Well, I got a fresh pot in here. I was getting' a jump on some shit myself," he said putting his arm around her as they walked into the kitchen.

"Oh my god, this is fucking awesome!" she said after tasting the coffee he had poured.

"I put nutmeg and cinnamon into the grounds so the flavor is infused and then you don't need to pay five dollars for a fancy creamer," he smiled, in spite of himself. In turn, this made Chloe smile at the man in front of her. It always had amazed her how a group of men whom, for the most part, were average mechanics and husbands, boyfriends, fathers-could be so feared by some, yet loved and revered by others in her town. "Otto know you were coming in early?" he asked, sitting at the counter where his papers and calculator were splayed.

"I don't remember if I told him or not. I went straight to Jade's after leaving here last night, so I didn't really see him or LuAnn," she said picking up her coffee and heading towards the door. "Thanks, again, for the coffee!" she told him and exited the clubhouse for the office. Bobby watched her leave, as he did; he thought how much he would miss seeing her when she went away to school.

"You need to get out of here, everyone knows it does not take more than thirty seconds to run an estimate report and you've been in here harassing me for at least ten minutes while that nice lady has been waiting!" Chloe told Chibs. It was bad enough that when he came in twenty minutes after her this morning, she wanted to pounce at him, but controlled herself. He looked at her like the cat that ate the canary and took his report. As he walked out, he bowed, mocking her. She threw the pen, she had been holding, at him and laughed when he scooted to avoid the pen nearly walking into the door.

"Sorry, brutha!" Chibs told Bobby, nearly running him over as he left the office with his estimate.

"No worries," Bobby told him, opening the door, but keeping an eye on him. "I just finished up the oil change on the F150, I figured before I started anything else, I would see if you wanted a break to grab something." Bobby looked to Chloe for an answer, she was still smiling.

"That'd be great, old man! You're right on time, I do need to grab a little something," she said, smiling.

"Ok," Bobby said, thinking something was a little odd. "Something going on here?" he asked.

Chloe gave him a strange look. "What do you mean?" she asked as she got out of the chair behind the desk and looked around.

"I mean, what was going on with Chibs, just now?" she loved when some of the guys tried to look stern with her, she knew they were really teddy bears.

"Oh that? He was relaying a funny story from his boxing days," she said, proud of her quick thinking and ready to kick Chibs. "Thanks for the break, Bobby, I won't be too long!" she told him with a kiss on the cheek and walked away toward the clubhouse. When she got to the kitchen, she pulled out her cell and sent a text to Chibs, 'Come to your room'. She got her soda out of the fridge and walked down the hall.

"Getting' a bit risky, aye?" Chibs said when he entered the room and walked toward her clearly ready to begin something.

She stopped him before he could start, "Hey, hey. I didn't ask you here for that," she said pushing him off, but enjoying his lips on her neck.

"What was I summoned for then?" he asked smiling and leaning against the dresser with crossed arms.

"Bobby asked me what was going on earlier in the office. I told you we have to be more careful!"

He walked to the door, shut and locked it and walked back to her.

"What did you do that for?" she asked looking around him at the door, confused.

"Ya said we gotta be more careful, aye? Locking ta door before I take yer clothes off seems pretty careful ta me," he said smiling his sexy smile, lifting her shirt and releasing her breasts from her bra.

She giggled, "Alright, but we gotta be quick!" Her fingers grabbed his hair as he sucked her nipples to hardened buds. He let his hands wander to her pants and pulled them down to her knees, pushing her thong aside and entered her wet pussy with a finger, making her groan. She sat up a little and undid his jeans, removing his hard cock as she stroked it lightly with her hand. It was his turn to moan. He replaced his finger with his cock, never taking attention away from her breasts. "Oh god, this feels so good," she moaned into his shoulder, trying her best to stay quiet. He moaned with her, feeling her tighten around him and crushed her mouth with his and his tongue entered her mouth, as if searching for something. What felt like hours, but was only moments, later she felt her release and buried her face in his chest.

"Fuck!" he said through clenched teeth as he came in her after several hard and quick thrusts. They lay in a heap on the bed before she got up and padded to the bathroom in an effort to clean up before returning to the office.

Entering his room to find him dressed and smoking, she said, "It's all yours, if you want to clean up."

"I want ya on me all day, lass," he said with a wink and a smile.

"I'm not sure if that is gross or sexy, but I like it!" she laughed and kissed him softly. "Who goes first?" she asked, straightening his cut a little.

"Head on back. I'll grab a sandwich," he said, smacking her on the ass as she left.

"Thanks, Bobby. I needed a break after all," she said, nearly floating in to the office and patting him on the back. He smiled and just watched her.

"No problem, baby girl, you sure everything's cool?" he asked standing in the doorway before leaving.

"Everything is peachy, Uncle Bobby!" she said sitting down with a smile and beginning on the daily receipts. A little over five minutes later, she looked up to see Chibs entering his bay and signaling for a prospect to pull in a vehicle. When he looked over and saw her, she smiled and went back to work after getting a wink out of him.

About an hour after her romp with Chibs, she spotted Chief Unser pull in to the lot followed closely by another unmarked car. Chloe looked over to see her dad and Clay walking over to meet them, while the other guys took a glance, but went back to work. Chloe went on with her calculating, as well, knowing not to get involved.

"I would have given you a heads' up, but she had her puppy dog riding with me," the Chief told Clay and Otto reaching them as fast as he could.

"Heads' up on what?" Clay asked, shooting Otto, then Unser a look.

"Stahl is determined to bring Chloe in for questioning on the disappearance of an Eric Turner. Says she was the last one seen with him before his meth head father realized he'd been gone for over a month," Unser said under his breath before Agent Stahl from the FBI, who the club was all too familiar with, walked up to the men.

"Gentlemen. Shall I reintroduce myself, or did I leave a good enough impression last time we met?" the lean and tall blonde asked wearing an icy smile.

"What do you want?" Otto asked, knowing Clay would be fine with him talking the lead on this one, since it involved Chloe.

"Aww, so you do remember me," the agent feigned sarcasm. "Appropriate that you are here, Mr. Delaney, it is actually your daughter that I will need to take down to the station for a few questions. I understand she just had a big birthday, but I still wanted to give you a," she paused and shot a look to Unser, "heads' up, if you will." With her curt statement, she turned and sent her agent towards the office, towards Chloe.

"Hey, how 'bout you let her father give her the heads' up you seemed so eager to supply?" Clay shouted after her, Otto walking step in step with the agent. "This is bullshit and you know it, she has no idea about some piece of shit crank head!" Clay gritted through his teeth at Stahl.

"Well, that's what we're here to find out, aren't we?" Stahl gave her shining 'eat shit' smile in return.

Chloe looked up and smiled at her dads' entrance, then confusion, before obvious concern fell on her face as a strange man in a suit with a badge entered.

"Chloe Delaney, I need you to come with us for questioning in the disappearance of Eric Turner," the tall and not at all friendly-looking agent said as he stood very close to her desk.

"Dad?" she asked looking to Otto for guidance.

"Baby girl, everything is fine, we are calling the lawyer now. Just go with them and we'll be right behind you!" Otto told his daughter quickly before the agent got in to the office.

Chloe stood, picked up her purse and began walking with the agents. She looked over her shoulder first to her father, who was already mounting his bike and then to Chibs who was talking with Clay, Jax and Bobby. The men were all pulling on gear as Clay appeared to halt their efforts.

"I know we're all concerned here, but we can't shut the place down. Jax, follow Otto, call on your prepay the second you hear anything. Bobby, get Rosen on the phone, Tig find Gemma. Chibs, you roll over to Cara Cara and get LuAnn, tell her we don't know if we're gonna need any money, but to be prepared with cash if we do. Prospects, Op and I will do as much as we can here. MOVE!"

The same thought was on everyone's minds: Shit! The other similar thought was Chloe would need to be told what happened. They were all comforted in knowing there was no way the feds would ever figure out what had happened. A body burned in acid in a 55 gallon drum then buried in the sub floor of a house that had been under construction and a car demolished in an out of state junkyard were not traceable. But, what would happen to all the bodies above ground once Chloe was informed?

The ride in the FBI's car was not unpleasant, just awkward what with the blonde trying to make small talk, Chloe thought as they walked into the station and she was led to a room.

"We'll be with you in a moment; would you like a drink while you wait?" Stahl asked still flashing that fake smile.

"I'm fine. Is my dad coming?" Chloe asked, not showing any emotion.

"Actually, with you being eighteen, you aren't offered a parent. But I did hear your dad was making arrangements with the lawyer that usually cleans up all of their messes, someone should be along soon," she told Chloe and shut the door. Chloe was left with the uncertainty from before, but the knowledge that this FBI bitch had some sort of axe to grind with her father and the club.

Scott Rosen, the club's young lawyer for the past two years, had been filled in on most of the events pertaining to Chloe's landing in an interview room at the station house. He had inherited the position after a law school buddy's father had decided to retire and move to Orange County off of his earnings from the club's business. He entered the room to see her sitting patiently, beautifully, he thought. "Chloe Delaney? I'm Scott Rosen, your dad's attorney," he said with his hand out, as he sat next to her and opened his briefcase on the table in front of them. "I wish we were meeting under different circumstances," he smiled tenderly.

"I don't even know what the circumstances are to be honest," she said looking him in the eyes. He nearly forgot what he was there for after her look.

"Well, it appears this Eric Turner kid you left the prom with about six or seven weeks ago has been missing since around that night and you were the last one to see him. They want to ask you some questions and since you are officially an adult now, you do not have the right to a parent being present, but you have the right to an attorney," he explained taking out a few pieces of paperwork.

"He's missing? I didn't even know. But, the FBI?" she was confused.

"Apparently, his father had been involved with some not too savory characters up in Lodi who were running a methamphetamine lab out of a trailer. The father didn't say anything about his son missing until some of his partners became concerned about him being a witness to their operations. I need you to sign these before we continue so that anything you tell me is in confidence," he moved the paperwork in front of her and she began to review-"It's all good. Your dad has signed the same thing a million times," he told her and them realized how shitty the statement sounded.

"I was just reviewing, but I don't really have many options, do I," she smirked. Even Rosen could see it was less out of sarcasm and more out of reality that the statement was made. She signed the forms and handed them back to the attorney. "You said anything I say is now in confidence?" he nodded. "I have nothing to say."

"You mean, to the police?"

"Anyone. I don't remember much of anything after Eric showed up that night. My dad said he brought me home because I was tired, but I barely remember getting into his car." Rosen, in the know about what had occurred for the most part felt sorry for the girl.

"Then, that is what you tell them. If there are any questions you need guidance regarding, let me know and we will ask them to leave the room or you just tell them you have no recollection, okay?" It was her turn to nod. Somehow I don't think this is going to end well, she thought as Agent Stahl opened the door and walked in the room.

"Agent Stahl, I'm glad I was not discussing something private with my client when you barged in," Rosen smiled at the agent when she sat down opposite them at the table.

An equally fake smile plastered on the agents face showed Rosen he had succeeded in annoying the bitch, already. "I am glad, too, counselor. Since you aren't in the middle of something, why don't we get started?" He waved his open hand, as if saying "Proceed" and squeezed Chloe's hand under the table. She flinched a bit and then looked at him out of the corner of her eye, then eased into her seat.

"Chloe, this is regarding Eric Turner, the man that you ended prom with-not the one you began with," Stahl began smarmily. "It seems that after leaving the prom with you, no one ever saw him again. So, we wanted to ask you some questions and see if we might clear some things up or perhaps even find Mr. Turner."

And so began a four hour interview (Stahl's words) or interrogation (Rosen's words) in which Chloe was told that her original prom date had admitted to slipping a roofie into her drink because he was prepared to take her upstairs to have sex. Chloe was told Drew decided his girlfriend was better and "gave" her away to Eric, who thought taking her out of the hotel was a better idea. She was told she was seen by numerous people leaving the prom in a very happy mood with Eric and then he was gone. The FBI was interested because of a multi-state meth lab ring Eric's father was a part of and Eric had been an informant. They found it interesting that it was the princess of the SOA's VP who was last seen with him and the SOA tried everything to keep the labs out of Charming.

With Rosen's help, Chloe told only what she knew; she remembered leaving with him and nothing else. She woke at her house and her father said Eric dropped her off saying she had wanted to leave the dance. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Unless there are any other probing questions similar to the ones you have been asking for the past four hours, I am going to take my client home," Rosen told Agent Stahl as he stood and helped Chloe stand.

"Nothing more, for the moment. But, Ms. Delaney, stay available," Stahl advised, as she stood.

"But, I leave for college in less than two weeks," Chloe looked from Rosen to Stahl for an answer.

"As long as they are able to contact you, that will be good enough, correct Agent Stahl?" Rosen smiled his fake smile again, daring Stahl to object. Stahl simply nodded and moved out of the way of the door to allow them access to exit the room.

Rosen kept her behind in a corner of one of the hallways. "You did great. I know it has been a long day, now night; we'll talk more tomorrow, if necessary. I know you have a lot of questions that you want answers to, but that is your father's decision and not mine. He has been here waiting for you the entire night with several other people," he gave a sympathetic smile as he touched her shoulder. Damn, she's hot after four hours in an interrogation room, he thought before speaking again. "Is there anything else I can answer, though?" He looked down to her wondering how her next few hours would play out with her family.

"About school. I won't have these assholes bust up in a class or my dorm and drag me away, right?"

"No, they won't be able to do that without a warrant and from what I know, they will not be able to get a warrant. I think they have hit a dead end, for now," he touched her shoulder again. "You ready to get out of here?"

"Definitely!" she said, rolling her eyes as they walked in step.

"What school are you attending?" Rosen asked, trying to lighten the mood, a little.

"UC Santa Cruz, Pre-Law, actually," she smiled when his face lit up at her answer.

"So, you just ripped off your dad. You could have handled that whole thing back there," he joked.

Laughing, "Why yes, counselor, that is how well my powers of persuasion are tuned," he smiled and stopped just before the glass door to the outside where he knew her family waited.

"So, in four years, give me a call and we'll see what we can do for you," and gave her a card.

"Closer to three. I have 45 AP credits and I know UCSC is accepting at least 36, so far. I am hoping for 40 and I could officially start as a sophomore," she said crossing her fingers. He took a card out of his shirt pocket and handed it to her.

"When you're ready for an internship, or if you just need help with something, let me know. I have some clients in Santa Cruz," he opened the door for her.

"Thanks, I will." The sky was holding on to some semblance of light, but it had to be eight o'clock, she thought. The smile for Rosen left her face completely upon turning her head and gaining sight of her father, Clay, Jax, Bobby and Tig. Something had happened, clearly, and she intended to find out, but not here. She was curious, as well, about Chibs' absence. Otto ran over to her, along with Jax and Bobby; while Tig and Clay went to speak with Rosen.

"Baby girl," Otto said hugging her tight, then cupping her face, "Are you okay, baby?" his eyes near wild.

She hadn't made much of an effort to hug him back, "Dad, I am fine. Can we leave now?" At that moment, she realized she needed to get back to the clubhouse somehow. But, who did she ride with?

"Then let's go," he said, trying to take her hand, she pulled away, slowly.

She didn't know who to trust. She spotted Rosen still talking to Clay and Tig. "Mr. Rosen? Are you passing the TM lot on your way out of Charming?" Everyone stopped. They looked from Rosen to Chloe and back to Rosen, who was looking at her.

"I can," he said guardedly. "Did you need something else?"

"Would you mind dropping me off? I don't really feel like being on a bike right now."

Still appearing a bit hesitant, Rosen looked to Otto, who appeared hurt. He nodded and Rosen told her it was not a problem.

"I'll see you there. And I'd like to talk to everyone," she stopped before getting in the black BMW with tinted windows-"involved." She got into the passenger seat that and Rosen shut the door.

"I said nothing, Clay can tell you about Stahl," Rosen said his shoulders shrugged and got in the car.

All eyes were on Otto, they weren't staring, more searching for some kind of answer or direction, order. Clay, feeling the tension and strain on his VP, spoke, "Rosen said Stahl told her about the roofie, that she was the last one to see him alive. Put a lot of scenarios in her head. I'm assuming she's pissed," he said mounting his bike. The others and Otto followed suit.

"No shit. This is all me, brothers," Otto said starting his bike.

"We all had a hand in it, bro," Jax said before they took off to the clubhouse.

Chloe and Rosen talked about her future school plans, law, the bar exam, everything besides the last 4 hours they had spent with one another. Pulling in to the lot and parking the car, he got out and opened her door.

"I'm serious, if you need help with school, anything, let me know," he told her, his hand on her shoulder. She smiled warmly, "Thank you, Mr. Rosen."

"Please, call me Scott. When you are working for me, you can call me Mr. Rosen," he laughed. He drove off and she heard the sound of the bikes soon after.

Chloe walked into the clubhouse and passed Gemma and LuAnn without a word, walking behind the bar. She emerged with a shot, a beer and a pack of cigarettes and walked to the room where they held church. Sitting down, she felt the women watching her, knowing Gemma had told LuAnn not to confront her and knowing LuAnn desperately wanted to embrace her all the same. The men entered the clubhouse, immediately seeing the smoke from the room Chloe sat in and then the look on the women's faces.

"I take it she said nothing," Otto asked Gemma and LuAnn, removing his gloves. Gemma shook her head. "Go find Opie, Hap and Piney," he told Jax who took off to the back. "Let's do this," he said walking in to the room, slowly. Otto loved his daughter more than he loved anything or anyone. His urge to protect had finally thrown him a curve ball that he was sure would hit him square in the balls. The men and two women entered the room, taking their respective seats-very similar to the night they had spent deciding what would be done. The shot glass was empty, the bottle of beer was half gone and she was stubbing out a cigarette when Otto opened his mouth to speak.

"No. You don't get to talk right now, I do," she looked straight ahead at the wall. Otto listened and did not talk. "I am smart enough not to believe everything that FBI bitch told me, but I am also smart enough to know there was truth to some of what she said. I am going to tell you what I remember and then I want to know exactly what happened. I want to know who did what because I don't know who to trust anymore. Please do not lie to me-again." Her words were monotone, just loud enough to hear. She lit another cigarette and waited, not knowing Chibs stood behind her, sunglasses on, his back against the wall.

Otto began, relaying the entire ordeal. The pain and anger in his voice was not lost on his daughter, but she needed to hear and she needed it from him. Chloe knew the others would have only done something severe had her father asked or ordered. Otto was to the point that they found her in the car, in the lot near the pipes. Watching their VP relive the moment was painful for everyone; they all had squirmed at one time or another. Jax had stood, needing to fidget, lighting a cigarette. Piney drank his whiskey, LuAnn cried with Gemma holding her hand.

"Chibs was the one to find you and rescued you from the attack by Eric…" Otto's voice trailed off, at least for Chloe, when she heard the statement: Chibs was the one to find you and rescued you…She felt sick. Chibs knew, the entire time, he knew. He'd worked out with her the next day. He kissed her. He held her. He had sex with her. He has been fucking me, enjoying time with me, I have been sleeping in his bed, I have shared things with him and he has been keeping this from me?

"And when Jax and Ope were beating the shit out of him, I told Happy to do whatever he wanted. Because I just wanted him to feel pain and sickness and never be able to touch my baby again. And-" Otto was cut off when Chibs held his hand up for Otto to stop.

"I shot him between ta eyes, I took care of ta body and ta car was destroyed. There's no way fer ta feds or anyone else to ever trace nuthin' to ya or ta club." Chibs voice was deep, deeper and throatier than usual. When he spoke, she almost didn't hear the words. She was full of so many emotions she couldn't think. Then it hit her, he killed a man. He killed Eric. He killed someone. He killed someone that was hurting her. The man that she thought she was falling in love with killed a man who had hurt her. She thought she was falling in love with Chibs? Did he do this to show his love in some sick and twisted way for her? No, because he didn't even tell her, she'd had never known. Wait, he didn't tell me.

"Baby girl, don't be angry with anyone but me. I am the one that made the decision that it was to be kept a secret. If any of them told you something they knew I'd fuck 'em up," Otto said reaching over to touch her arm. Chloe moved her arm and finished her beer.

"Why?" she looked Otto in the eyes. "Why did you make that decision?" she asked.

"You've been through so much, baby, I guess I thought if you didn't remember then there was no need for you to have to deal with the shit. I didn't know if you-" she cut him off.

"You didn't think I was strong enough. You thought I'd have a meltdown or something? I found my fucking mother dead on the living room floor, I can handle my shit. Jesus Christ, dad! Now there's a room full of people who think I'm some god damned victim!" Most eyes in the room were averted except for Jax' puppy dog eyes imploring her to go easy, to which she returned an angry stare.

"Chloe, be real, no one here has ever thought of you as a victim. There wasn't shit you could've done that night!" Jax said, clearly getting a little pissed, although he understood her feelings, too.

"Honey, you know your daddy loves you-" LuAnn began through tears, to which Otto put a hand up.

"Guys-everyone, clear out. This is between us now. I'm sorry everyone was dragged in on this," Otto told his brothers and they began to file out.

"Would've done the same thing had anyone touched Dawn or Fawn, brother. I'm serious, Chloe." Tig told them both leaving to get a drink with the others.

"I didn't need to be told to do anything, Chloe. None of us did. Don't be mad your pop wanted to keep you from being hurt, again," Opie said quietly, his hand on Otto's shoulder.

"I'd have done ta same fer Kerrianne, lass," Chibs said as he left. Chloe's back stiffened.

"Don't talk to me," she said through clenched teeth as Chibs shut the door behind him and walked to the bar.

He grabbed a bottle of whiskey and started drinking with the others, but not speaking. His mind was blank, dead. He knew no good would come of being with Chloe. She may have been SAMCRO royalty, but she was still too good for him. He needed to stop fooling himself that he could be worthy of her love. Love? Had he just used that word? What the fuck? This thing between them was supposed to just be about fun and romps, not feelings. She may be eighteen, but she is not some doo eyed girl who thinks every time she has sex she is in love. Give it up, Chibs, she hates ya now, he thought and took a few swigs from the bottle.

Otto and Chloe talked for a long time, sometimes yelling-mostly Chloe, but usually just talking.

"Maybe I wasn't strong enough," Otto said lighting her cigarette and then his own. "Maybe it was really me who couldn't handle what was happening and I thought if you knew the truth-I don't know. I just know I have never been sorrier in my life, baby girl. I never wanted to hurt you and that is exactly what I have done," Otto sat back in his chair, his head hung low.

Chloe blew out a puff of smoke. "I get the idea behind why you kept it from me-not that I think it was right. But, I guess I can understand the whole parental concern thing. I don't know. I mean, it's gonna take me some time, man," she shook her head. She leaned forward, put out her cigarette and placed her head on the table. Otto moved forward and put his arms around her, moved the hair from her face. They stayed this way for some time before she sniffed and she hugged him back.

"I love you, baby girl," he hugged her tight.

"I love you, dad. I need some air," she got up and slowly opened the door to see everyone still at the bar, now looking to her.

Of course, she thought. She put her hands up, "I'm good. I just need some air," she said quietly and walked down the hall. She passed Chibs' room, assuming he was in it since he was not at the bar. She touched the door with her hand and let her head fall against it lightly. As she stood there her phone chirped loudly, startling her, to inform her she had a text message.

She moved down the hall towards the door in the back reading her message from Brodi **Hey babe. Jade said some shit went down today. U ok? U need me or want to talk, send a reply. Bro** She smiled. Not surprising, he usually could make her smile. **Thx. I can always count on you. I'll get with u in a bit. Chlo**

Chibs heard movement in the hall outside his door, then a bump on his door, not a knock. He walked to the door and knew someone was out there, and then he caught the scent he knew so well. Chloe was the only one that wore a combination of oils instead of perfume. A chirping noise from a phone he knew well was the next clue he needed. She was there, but she didn't want to enter. He heard her walk away and then heard the metal door in the back shut.

I am so sorry it has been forever! This is a long one, I know, but I couldn't find a good spot to stop. I do not even feel this was a good spot. I got some ideas swirling and hope to have something else in a few days!