Waking up hours later, Alessia screamed. She'd been having nightmares since the shooting, about Nico coming to kill her. She knew he was dead and couldn't hurt her but that didn't stop the nightmares that plagued her dreams. Taking in ragged breaths she reached through the darkness to touch Happy, she was still scared. Finding the bed empty worried her. Opening her eyes she surveyed the dark room noticing all of Happy's clothes, minus his jeans, still littered across the floor, she sat up. Her body trembling she got up, picking up Hap's white SOA shirt and throwing it on. It dwarfed her. Walking to the desk Alessia picked up the gun that was sitting there. She didn't know what the fuck was going on, all she knew was that she needed Happy.

Opening the door and walking out of the room she could still hear a few people enjoying the party. Worried to what she might find she peeked her head out into the bar and main room of the clubhouse. Happy sat alone, shirtless, at the bar drinking a beer. Breathing a sigh of relief she was about to step out when she watched a drunk Ima make her way to Hap. Draping her arms around his shoulders from behind she pressed her fake tits against him.

"Why are you out here baby? Girl not satisfying you?" She said, nipping his ear.

Not waiting to hear his reply Alessia strutted out of the hall and up to the bar. She had had enough. This bitch was going to learn real quick. Hands off Happy Lowman. Raising the gun up, she cocked it back.

Click.

Ima immediately went rigid, she turned around to stare straight down the barrel of the silver gun pointed right between her eyes and froze.

"What the fuck you crazy bitch." She spat at Alessia. "Hap, get your bitch."

Alessia snapped. She reached out and pistol whipped the bitch before she knew what she was doing. She watched as Ima's body slammed to the ground from the force, holding her face. Leaning down she grabbed a fist full of the whore's blonde hair and started dragging her to the front door. Alessia didn't care who the fuck saw her, she didn't give a flying fuck about anything right now except teaching this whore a lesson. Ima screamed and kicked as Alessia pulled her out of the front door, the last of the patrons following her. She didn't register that there were still people outside or that Opie and Jax were talking only feet away, all she saw was red. Finally letting go of Ima's hair she turned and raised the gun as the blonde skank cowered, holding her bleeding face.

"So help me God you little cumrag, if I EVER see your STD riddled ass in this clubhouse again pushing up on a taken man I will take you into the street and shoot you like the fucking dog you are. Do you understand me?" She spat. Ima didn't respond, which pissed her off more. Aiming the gun above Ima's head she pumped out one shot. "Do you fucking understand me fucking gutter slut?"

"Yes. Fuck!" Ima screamed out, ducking at the shot.

"Good." She dropped the gun back to her side and went to walk back into the club, stopping to lay one last full fist into Ima's face. "Clean yourself up, whore." She spat on the ground next to Ima.

Standing straight she finally looked around her at the crowd that had gathered, noting the amusement in Opie and Jax's eye. Holding her arms out as she saw the other croweaters watching her angrily as they helped Ima up.

` "Any of you whores got a problem too?" She asked, holding the gun back down to the ground between her hands and cocking it back again. With no reply, she made her way back through the people, heading to the club door. That should fix shit for awhile.

"You feel better now?" Happy asked her as she came into the bar, taking the gun from her hand.

"Yea, I feel fucking fantastic."

"Alright Allie." Happy laughed, ushering her towards his room. "Let's get your bad ass back to bed."

Oooooooooooooooo

"Heard you pulled a gun on someone the other night." Susan asked her as they stood around the nurses station. "Care to indulge me?"

"How the hell did you hear about that?" Alessia asked her suspiciously.

"Juice told me." She replied, a sparkle in her eye.

"Are you with Juicy boy?"

"Kinda. Something like that." Sunsan said, looking down and blushing.

"Get it." Was all that Alessia could say. She was shocked, yes, but hell, who was she to speak on weird relationships. Her track record looked like shit. Grabbing the newest chart and turning around she looked at the name, Donna Winston. Looking up at the room she was about to enter she took a deep breath before turning the knob.

"Good morning Mrs. Winston. I'm Dr. Demario. How are you feeling today?" She asked as doctorly as possible.

"Not well. I think I might be pregnant." Donna eyed her wearily.

"Oh well congrats. Let me get some tests ordered so we can confirm it. Then we will go ahead and get you an ultrasound. Bet Opie will be happy." She said with over enthusiasm as she noticed Donna turn her head away.

"Let's cut the shit Doc. We don't have to act all nicey nice, I know who you are and I know about what you and Opie were." She took a deep breath. "As my doctor though you cant tell Opie anything."

Alessia looked at Donna in confusion. Where the hell did that come from? Why wouldn't she want to tell Opie if she's pregnant?

"Alright I think I can do that. I'll go ahead and send a nurse in to get you started. I'll be back in a little bit."

Ooooooooooooooo

"Dr. Demario? I have the results of the tests here for you." A young intern sheepishly looked up at her holding some papers in his hands.

"Thanks Chris. Go monitor 314, make sure she doesn't need anything." Alessia said, not even looking up from her chart as she grabbed the paperwork out of his hands, noticing he didn't moved. "Now!" The intern ran down the hall, almost mowing down Susan on his way.

"Well?" Susan asked her.

"She's pregnant. Will you go prepare her for the ultrasound?" She asked, looking up from the blood results. Nodding, Susan turned around and walked off. Wondering how Donna would react and what would come next she stood up, adjusting herself and made her way down the hall after Susan.

"Well Donna, looks like you are pregnant. We are going to go ahead with the ultrasound and see how far along you are." She said, watching Donna's face pale.

It had taken a few minutes to locate the heartbeat but when she did a strong thumping was heard. Moving around to check the size of the fetus she pushed a little into Donna's pelvis.

"Looks like you are about 8 weeks."

"I have to get rid of it."

Alessia gave a sharp look over to Susan, who nodded and left the room. Wiping the goo off of Donna's pelvis, she stood up to discard her gloves and turned she faced Donna.

"You have time to think this through Donna. Don't make a rash decision."

"I cant keep it Doc." She said, grabbing her purse and heading for the door. "It's not Opie's."

Ooooooooooooo

Alessia was exhausted. It had been a rough day and all she wanted was to take a hot shower and go to bed. Grabbing a towel from the linen closet in the hall she made her way to the bathroom. Discarding her clothes to the side and was turning the water on when she heard knocking on her front door. Wrapping herself in the plush blue towel she walked to answer it. Opening the door, she was shocked to see Opie standing before her, looking completely broken.

"She's gone Allie." He said, pushing past her and into her house.

"Come on in Ope." She said to herself. "Who's gone?" Closing the door she turned to watch him sit on her couch.

"Donna. She's fucking gone. Took the kids too." Opie raged out. "Left a note and a business card of ATF agent Stahl." He looked dead into Alessia's eyes. "She fucking took a deal from them to get into some kind of protection thing for her and the kids. What the fuck did I do Allie?" He spat, trying to hold his tears back.

Sitting on the couch next to him, pulling her towel tighter, she wrapped her arm around his slumped shoulders. What had Donna done? Opie didn't deserve this. Watching him rub his eyes with his hand she contemplated telling him about the pregnancy but thought better of it. It wasn't her place to say anything. Trying to find some semblance of words to comfort him she cupped his chin, lifting his face to look at her.

"We all make mistakes Ope, some worse than others. Sometimes we hurt the people that love us, out of fear. Donna was probably doing what she thought was the right thing to do. Let her have some time to think Opie, she'll come around." She said, rubbing his shoulder. "Listen, I need to hop into the shower. Stay here, I'll come back and we can talk."

Leaving him on the couch without another word she made her way back to her bathroom. Dropping the towel and opening the curtain she climbed in and cranked the water hotter. Okay, how are we going to handle this one? Donna ran to the feds, not good. Clay will want her gone. Unless she didn't really have anything to tell them. Shit, Opie kept her in dark about most of the club activities. Wonder if Stahl is just trying to ruffle some feathers. She finished washing her hair and body then turned off the water. Climbing out she grabbed her towel and wrapped it around her,grabbing another one off the door for her hair. Thinking of what she could say to calm him she exited the bathroom and walked to her room to get dressed and walked right into Opie.

"I told you to wait on the couch." She said, backing up.

"We have a small problem." He nodded his head towards the living room at a very pissed off Happy.

"I see no problem." She replied, taking one look at Happy and walking off to her room.

"Hey, I'll call you later. I need to go let Clay know." Opie hollered after her before walking past a furious Happy.

Stalking into the bedroom she watched as Happy waited to hear the front door close before turning to face her looking livid.

"Did you fuck him?" He rasped, crossing his arms.

"No I didn't fuck him you goon. He's having some problems with Donna and decided to come talk to me." Alessia said, dropping her towel to pull on a pair of pale purple silk sleep shorts. She watched him eye her breasts before removing the towel on her head and letting her hair fall. Grabbing the top she pulled on a matching silk thin strap tank top.

"Last time I heard you didn't need a fucking shower after talking to someone? You are a sad fucking liar Allie."

"I'm not fucking lying to you Hap! He interrupted me as I was getting ready to shower, I asked him to wait to talk any further so I could finish getting ready for bed and so I could give him my full attention jackass!" She screamed at him. She had had it, she didn't let anyone treat her like this. "You know what? I don't take this shit from anyone, I am not a fucking liar. Nothing happened between me and Opie. Get the fuck out of my house Happy. I can't even stand seeing your face right now."

Before Happy could say anything she put one hand on her silk clad hip and pointed off towards her front door with the other

"NOW!"

Oooooooooooooooooo

She had watched him leave her house without another word. Climbing into his truck and not looking back. Grabbing her phone from her bed she made a quick couple of calls before bed. A few minutes later she dialed the last number.

"Hey my baby, how are you? Everything ok?" Her father's voice boomed over the phone. She smiled, instantly relaxing.

"Yes daddy, everything is fine. I was just calling to let you know I was flying home tomorrow. I took some vacation time from work and well, I just need to clear my head you know?" She said.

"What time do you land? I'll have Vincent pick you up." He asked.

"Plane lands at 4:30. I love you daddy, I'll see you soon."

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