Chapter: What You Saw; Part One

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.. Two Months Later: …..

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The paint roller went up and down in the same spot for a few seconds and slowly moved to another spot moments later.

For the past few hours, Anabelle had been painting her room. Her eyes flicker to the left where she saw Chibs working on painting too. Both of them were wearing crappy clothes and thankfully they were because they got into a slight paint war with each other. The evidence of their paint fight was the splashed of dark red paint on them.

They were repainting her bedroom into a dark red color that will go along with her new black wood sleigh king size headboards.

It was a peaceful chore to get done, especially December starting and the temperatures were dropping to mid-forties to mid-fifties degree weather.

"Should we take a break before we finish putting on this second coat? I can't feel my shoulders anymore." Chibs blurted out causing Anabelle to let out a relief sigh and dropped the rolling paint brush into the tray.

Seeing her action, Chibs eyebrows rose as he thought that she was being a wise ass to him, but once he saw her rubbing her neck and shoulders, he realized that she was in the same boat as him.

Hands brushed her own away from her shoulder and neck to take over massaging. A low groan escaped from her mouth as the fingers deeply rubbed her shoulders to get the knots right out.

"Don't expect to receive and don't give anything back." Chibs pressed his mouth against her left ear, softly mumbling this to her.

A small smile came onto her lips and she stepped forward to pull away from him. Anabelle turned to face him and she pressed her hands against his chest, stepping closer to him to where he put his hands onto her hips and stared down into her eyes.

Dragging her hands down his chest to his stomach then back up his chest pectorals, Anabelle rested her hands on top of his shoulders and kept smiling up at him.

"But of course." Anabelle told him, pushing herself up onto her toes to peck his lips.

Walking forward she had Chibs walking backwards until the back of his calves hit the bench that was at the end of her sleigh bed. The force against the back of his legs caused him to sit down and his lips to pull away from hers as he sat. His hands were still on her hips as he was now staring up at her and she stood between his thighs.

Resting her hands upon his shoulders, Anabelle rubbed them a few seconds and then she leaned her upper body forward to press her lips against his awaiting ones. Chibs hands slid off her hips to drift to her lower back, but his left hand slightly moved downwards to rest against her right butt cheek and he held her in place as their lips moved into a deeper kiss.

With a sharp tug forwards of his arms, Anabelle let out a small yelp as she fell onto Chibs. She quickly adjusted herself to straddle him and her hands to still rest on his shoulders, which were slightly clenching them for his action of pulling her down onto him.

As she straddle him, Chibs moved both his hands to cup her behind and gave them a gentle, quick squeeze and let his hands relax on her cheeks. Her hands rested on either of his head now with their foreheads pressed together as they stared one another in the eyes.

"You're beautiful." Chibs warm breath brushed against her lips as they continue to stare at one another with half-lidded eyes filled with passion.

"Is this where I tell you that you're handsome?" Anabelle jokily asked in a soft tone.

"Cheeky." Chibs snickered as he pecked her lips and pulled away to stare into her eyes.

Anabelle gave him a small smile, running her hands through his hair and down to cup either side of his face again to press her lips against his own.

Pushing himself up and forward into a standing position, Annabelle wrapped her arms and legs around his body as they continue to kiss. Whirling around on the heels of his feet, Chibs moved around the bed to the side and then pressed her back down onto the bed, hovering over her. Pulling his lips away, he dragged his lips down the side of her neck and began to lay open mouth kisses against the side.

The feeling of their bodies pressed together brought this sensation through them. It felt as if every touch was sensitive to them. When it came to intimacy, the two had gotten to the point of touching each other and going down on each other.

Wearing loose clothing, the two now had their hands traveling underneath their loose clothing and their hands gliding against their bare skins. Every touch added more and more to their passion for each other.

Her t-shirt was pushed up to show off the bra she was wearing and her head tilted back as Chibs was running his lips down her stomach. This tingling feeling flowed down to her southern region. The warmth of his lips was a bonus, especially when he began to press open mouth around her bellybutton and underneath. Her hands buried into his hair until she tugged him causing him to pull himself back up to be face to face with one another.

As Chibs was going to pull her shirt off, they paused with their lips brushed against one another when they heard the front door to the house open then shut.

"Mom? Chibs? Are you two still here painting? I had a half a day today and I brought home pizza." Neil was heard shouting from the front of the house.

"Well that's a cockblock." Chibs instantly blurted out causing Anabelle to stare at him with a slow smile that came onto her lips and then tossed her head back laughing.

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.. Next Day: …..

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She was at the clubhouse, watching the men of the club continue to fix up the place. The clubhouse was blown up months ago and with Chibs careful planning, they had managed to get enough money to rebuild.

It had been a few months now and the clubhouse was coming along very quickly.

"Love, can you grab us beers?" Chibs growled out as he was helping Tig carry in a pool table and the strain of carrying the heaviness of the pool table was getting to him.

"Sure." Anabelle walked around the new bar and open up the new fridge to pull out beers, holding them by their necks.

Moving back out from behind the bar, Anabelle brought the beers over to a table that was set up in front of couches. Her eyes flicker over to the boys where they placed the pool table on top of the stands. Both Tig and Chibs walked away from the pool table and made the prospects to screw the pool table on top of the thick legs of the new pool table.

Dropping themselves onto the couch, Tig and Chibs popped open their beers and clanked the beer necks together and then took a long gulp. Soon, Happy, Quinn and Montez came over grabbing the rest of the beers too. Happy sat himself down in a single sofa chair that was parallel to the couches.

With beer in his right hand, Chibs held out his left hand and Anabelle walked over to him. Wrapping his left hand around her hip, he tugged her down onto his lap and held her close.

"So what else has to be done?" Anabelle asked as she stared around the clubhouse, seeing that it was still slightly empty but it was coming along pretty quickly.

"Another pool table in here. A pinball machine, a few more tables with chairs and couches. Thinking about putting a flat screen behind the bar." Chibs said as he pointed his beer towards the bar and turn his eyes back on her.

"I see. And those dorm rooms?" Anabelle looked at Chibs asking, running her right hand through his hair and slicked it back into place.

"Almost all set but need a few more beds."

Everyone looked over toward the new prospect that they called 'Paste' because he was pale and had light reddish blonde hair. He doesn't appear to get any color no matter how much the sun rays pounded on his body.

"Was anyone fucking talking to you, Paste?" Tig raised his hands in the air asking with a blank expression.

"Ah, well, um, no."

"Exactly. Fucking get back to work." Tig snapped causing Paste and the couple other prospects to rapidly nod and they quickly left the clubhouse to go get the other pool table to set up.

"Well then he answered my question I think." Anabelle slowly said, turning her attention off the clubhouse doors to look back at Chibs with a small grin.

"Yes, we need to get a few more beds, but also, some dressers." Chibs told her while bringing the beer back up to his lips.

Anabelle nodded as she looked over at the guys that began to shoot the shit with each other once Chibs was done answering her questions. Chibs set his beer aside once he had finish it and he was about to wrap both arms around Anabelle waist, but the doors slammed open with a bang causing all of their eyes to shoot toward it with alerted eyes.

"Paste, what the fuck is the sudden slam of the fucking door!?" Tig shouted as he stood up from the couch and his brilliantly blue eyes were similar to that of the blue flames that appear on a bottom of a flame.

"Those Charming Razors were seen riding around our area. Something doesn't feel right. They keep going by." Paste told them, jabbing his thumb behind him into the direction of the front door.

That made the guys to look at one another with serious expression. Their eyes looked at their President, Chibs for a game plan. Anabelle got off of Chibs as he patted her thighs in a gesture to tell her to get up. Standing up, Anabelle crossed her arms over her chest and she watched Chibs stood up, fixing his kutte and his eyes flicker over all the SAMCRO men that stood up too.

"Happy, Quinn and Montez, go scout the blocks a few over around this area. Give them a scare if you need to. Tig you're with me to keep watch over around our place to make sure they aren't planning anything to our clubhouse. I do not need them fucking this up. We just redone this up!" Chibs voice raised as he pointed at the ground as he made his point.

The men nodded and disbanded to go do what they were just told to do.

"And me?" Anabelle asked as she stepped up to the side of Chibs.

"Love, ya just stay with us and look beautiful." Chibs slightly turned half his body to look at her with a small grin.

"I assume that since this is going down, I am not allow to leave the perimeter." Anabelle said and stepped closer to Chibs with a curious look.

"Ya know it." Chibs answered and turned away to face Tig with a nod of their heads to do what they had to do.

The President and VP walked out of the clubhouse to out front with Anabelle slowly trailing behind them. She watched as the others rode off to go circle the area while Chibs and Tig were going to keep eyes on the clubhouse grounds.

Knowing that she was considered the President's woman, Anabelle knew that she was going to have to listen to his words. Hearing stories of his past and the rules of the club, Anabelle knew how dangerous it was with the club. They had a dangerous past and it could come right back just as quick.

Once the others disappeared from view, Tig and Chibs made their journey to their Harleys' to do a circle around the clubhouse to check if there were any around the roads that surrounded the clubhouse. Though as they got closer to their bikes a car was heard peeling out at being turned quick and it appeared into the lot.

"What the hell is—"Chibs was saying, but Anabelle saw the two men in the car pulling out handguns.

"GUNS!" Anabelle shouted running to her bike and she dove behind it.

The two mysterious men in the car stuck their hands out the driver and passenger window with handguns, shooting. Chibs and Tig dove behind their bikes too, covering their heads. Anabelle laid behind her bike, shutting her eyes and arms thrown over her head as bullets rained all around them.

A loud peeling out sound made them to peek over their bikes to see that car was quickly backing up and peeling down the road, leaving.

"PROSPECT! LOCK DOWN THE PLACE AND KEEP WATCH!" Chibs shouted as he got onto his Dyna, pulling his helmet on and starting his bike right up as he was going to go after the assholes.

Then the thought of Annabelle trailing behind Tig and him when they came outside flashed through his head. His chocolate brown eyes frantically scanned over everything and panic started to well up in his stomach as he couldn't find her.

"Anabelle!" Chibs shouted, standing up as he gripped his Dyna's handlebar grips tightly in his hands.

"I'm good, Filip." Anabelle poked her head up from behind her bike, waving her hand to him.

A relief sigh escaped from Chibs lips as he saw that Anabelle had manage to dive behind her Harley Night Rod and she was fine. Once he saw that she was fine, Chibs was back to getting back at those guys that shot at them. Revenge was clear in his mind and he peeled out of his spot and drove out of the parking lot. The whole time, he thought that Tig would be right behind him so he continue forward.

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Seeing Chibs peel out of his spot, Tig was on his bike and he went to start it, but it started making the choking sound as if it wasn't getting any fuel. He glanced around his bike to see what was wrong and finally a curse slipped past his lips as he saw a bullet hole through his gas tank. Gas was pouring out of it and he knew he was stuck.

More curse words escaped Tig as he saw Chibs disappear out of the clubhouse compound and most likely thinking that Tig was right behind him. Tig smacked his hands on his bike's gas tank as the club President was now left unguarded.

The sound of a strong rev in front of him made Tig to look up from his Dyna's gas tank to see Anabelle in front of him on her Harley Davidson Night Rod with her helmet on and protective sunglasses over her eyes.

"Get on!"

"I am not riding bitch seat." Tig shot back.

"I am driving no matter what. You shoot. Get on or I'll go without you and you can explain to the angry Scotsman on why you let his woman go by herself after him without being armed." Anabelle fired back.

They stared one another down. Electric blue eyes versus pale mint green eyes. A frustrated sigh escaped Tig as he knew that Anabelle was right, but also, it wasn't good that Chibs was by himself, unguarded. Therefore, Tig clipped on his helmet, got off his bike and got on hers, sitting behind her.

"You better fucking not drive like a fucking wo—MAN!" Tig shouted the last part as Anabelle floored it right out of the clubhouse grounds and they were going very fast down the street within seconds.

The Night Rod Special power threw Tig off as the motorcycle kept picking up speed and he felt the power underneath him. The force of the bike felt as if he was being pushed back unless he held onto something. Quickly, Tig wrapped his left arm around her waist to keep him from being pushed off the bike as she kept picking up speed.

With his right hand, Tig put his hand through his half-zipped hoodie that was underneath his kutte, and he grabbed hold of the familiar grip of his gun that was buckle into his shoulder holster. Unclipping the holster strap from the gun, Tig pulled out his handgun and rested it to the side of him, pointing down at the fast moving tar ground.

They went around a corner where they caught sight of Chibs driving about thirty feet behind a car and they were heading out of Charming to the windy backroads that was mostly nature around them, no residents.

"Hold on!" Anabelle shouted over the wind as she shifted the Night Rod again.

Curiosity struck Tig and he looked over her left shoulder to glance at the Night Rod computer speedometer. The numbers were quickly climbing up and soon they were hitting a hundred and ten miles per hour. Tig looked forward to see that Chibs was shooting at the car, but swerved as he was being shot back.

"Shit, shit, shit." Anabelle said, downshifting as she crouched closer to her handlebars and she moved the bike back and forth, not knowing where those stray bullets were going.

The speed that Anabelle was going, they soon caught up to Chibs and rode to the left of him.

The Scotsman had glanced to his left as he caught something black in his peripheral vision. He took a quick glance, but did a double take as he realized the all-black motorcycle, the rider and then who sat on the bitch seat of that motorcycle.

"What the fuck!? What are you two fucking doing!?" Chibs shouted, glancing at them then back forward.

The two Harleys' swerved together to the left as the person from the passenger side of the car started to shoot at them again.

"Tig get him now before we get fucking shot!" Anabelle snapped as she did not like being shot at.

"I got it! I fucking got it!" Tig shouted as he brought his right arm over her right shoulder and had his handgun in front of the two.

"Annnnnnd—"Tig dragged out and then fired.

The bullet hit through the back windshield behind the driver and it hit its mark. Immediately, the car took a sharp left turn. Anabelle downshifted again as she swerved with Chibs to the right and around the now flipping car.

Both Chibs and Anabelle slowed up and stopped their bikes as they watched the car rapidly flipping in the air until it finally slammed back onto the four wheels with smoke rising from the car hood.

"Oh shit." Chibs said, riding up to the destroyed car.

Anabelle pulled up next to Chibs and she stared at the wreckage in front of them. Hearing a groan escape from the passenger door cracked window, Tig slid off from behind Anabelle and he calmly walked up to the passenger window, holding up his handgun to it. He glanced back at Chibs, who looked over at Anabelle.

The two stared one another down and continue to keep eye contact as Chibs nodded. A gunshot pierced the air. Tig soon came over to stand in front of Chibs and Anabelle's bikes.

"I'll stay behind to clean up the mess and I will call Happy to help me out." Tig said to Chibs making the President to nod again as he continue to keep his eyes on Anabelle.

They were having a stare down because of Anabelle. She was a part of what just took place and she had finally witness their dark side for the first time. When Chibs broke off the stare, he stared Tig about his comment about cleaning up the mess.

"I'll be at home, Tig. See me later on to report." Chibs told his VP.

"Yeah. I understand." Tig nodded, glancing at Anabelle, but he took a glance back at Chibs to tell him to not doing anything rash when alone with Anabelle.

"Dude—"

"I got it." Chibs said just as he pulled away with Anabelle riding right behind him.

As they rode side by side in silence, Anabelle had a funny feeling that Chibs was going to will be having a talk with her about what had just happen today and what she had witnessed.

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Hi Everyone,

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