SAMCRO came back home a few days later. The only way I knew they were back was because there had been a deafening rumble on Main Street, and I had gotten to my bedroom window in time to see their herd of motorcycles thunder past. I didn't see the truck that they had used to transport the guns, so I went ahead and assumed that they had left the guns in Nevada with their charter.

Thank God.

A few mornings later, I got woken up by a call from Bobby. So after I hung up, I dragged myself out of bed and got into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and went downstairs to the kitchen. Russ opened the door for me with a glare on his face that completely went away when he saw me. "Oh, Suzanne, it's you. I thought it was those bikers again."

"Yeah, well they're gonna be here in about two hours, so be prepared." I told him, walking past him and inside the kitchen. I heated up the pastry oven and began working on SAMCRO's order. After a while, Valerie came in for work, her brown hair newly highlighted.

"Hi Suzie," She greeted me with a wide smile. I looked up and noticed that she was wearing makeup today. Usually, since she was in the kitchen, she didn't bother with it.

"You look a lot happier today," I noted. "What's the occasion?" Valerie's dark skin turned a bit darker and she gave herself away by glancing over at Russ, who was cooking omelets at the stove. Valerie said that there was no occasion though, and she went on to begin working. I smirked and continued with SAMCRO's order. They came earlier than expected: I was still hadn't prepared for the food to leave with them yet.

Bobby and Tig entered and came straight to me. They were followed by someone who looked completely odd hanging out with them, I stared at him enough to alert the other two and Bobby quickly explained. "That's Chuck, we've got to protect him for the weekend. And then he said he wanted breakfast, so here we are."

Both Bobby and Tig looked slightly annoyed but I didn't question it, just raised my eyebrows at them and began to scoop the muffins into a to-go bag. Chuck was strolling around my kitchen with an air of irritating confidence that made me stop a few times to watch him carefully. Tig saw my growing confusion and frustration with this new guy and brought him back to where he and Bobby were standing.

"This is a huge kitchen, miss," Chuck said.

"Thanks," I said slowly, causing the word to come out sounding like a question. Chuck smiled at me and continued to look around, that is until he caught sight of Valerie. Then he did something that both disgusted and infuriated me.

Chuck shoved one of his hands into his pants and began to masturbate, in my kitchen!

"What the hell?" I yelled. Tig shoved Chuck out into the ally, apologizing the whole way. Tig tried to come back in after Chuck was outside but I kept him out by pushing Bobby out the door with their bag of food. "Get out! You are not bringing that masturbating in back in here."

"What about paying?" Tig asked, looking like he was trying to hold back laughter. Chuck was behind him, and although his back was to me, I could clearly see that he was still doing it. Bobby was at his bike, putting the muffins into a side bag.

"I'll charge you guys when you come back next time." I said. Tig made a move to step forward but I quickly reached over and grabbed my bat. He looked at it for a second before smirking and turning to the tow truck that they had driven here with.

"We'll see you again soon, but next time we'll leave him somewhere else." Bobby said, looking at my baseball bat with an amused expression. "We'll also make sure to pay you for this visit and next times."

"You guys do that," I said shortly. And with that, they put Chuck into the truck and drove away. I went back into the kitchen and quickly began to disinfect anything and everything that Chuck had come in contact with.

It was a few days later when a girl came walking into the restaurant. When she first walked in, I had to blink several times before getting myself together. The poor girl's face was blotched and bruised and medical tape was bridged on her nose. I had been standing by a customer when the girl went straight over to Shelly.

"Suzy!" Shelly called, looking over at me with wide eyes. "C'mon over here!" I excused myself from the customers and walked over. Shelly gestured to the girl, with an overly sweet smile on her face. "This is, uh, Cherry and she said that she'd like to apply for a job."

"Oh," I said, turning to this girl, Cherry. "Well, I'm Suzanne Moody; I own the place. Would you mind joining me in my office?"

"Not at all," Cherry replied, giving me a smile that looked like it hurt. I led Cherry back into my office, she gazed wide-eyed at the kitchen. Once inside my office, Cherry sat down in one of the chairs and looked rather nervous.

I took my seat. "Have you ever worked in a restaurant before, Cherry?" I asked.

"Well, I guess you could say that I was something of a waitress." Cherry said.

I frowned at her. "Care to elaborate?"

Cherry shifted in her seat. "Look, I'm gonna be one hundred percent honest with you here."

"I do like honestly," I said, leaning back in my seat.

"I just got here from Nevada, and I kinda didn't get the welcome I was hoping for," Cherry trailed off before continuing. "I was with a motorcycle club down in Nevada but I came up here with someone from the Sons of Anarchy. When I got here, I kinda got hit in the face by the queen here and the guy I came here with said to come here 'cause you were a nice lady who would probably give me a job."

I blinked at the end of Cherry's story. "Well then. I'm assuming that you know that I'm friends with the club if one of them told you to come here."

Cherry nodded. "Yeah, he said that you and your uncle were friends, so you'd be more willing to help than others."

"And who told you to come down here?" I asked.

"Uh, Juice," Cherry said. "He said that you were nice and that you'd probably help."

I sighed and opened one of my desk drawers. I pulled out a job application. "I'm not promising you anything." I said. Cherry's bashed in face lit up. "What I want you to do is fill this out, you can do that at the bar if you want, and bring it back to me. I'll look it over and see if you are actually qualified to work here and we'll see where this goes. But I'm warning you-if you go blabbing around that SAMCRO sent you here, it could turn a few heads, and I'd prefer it if heads were turned away from me."

"I can do that," Cherry said, her smile still looking pained. I handed her the application and we left my office and into the restaurant. Cherry, very gleefully, went to sit down at the bar by herself and she bent down low over the paper to start it. I exchanged a glance with Shelly and shrugged. Then I noticed Agent Stahl sitting at her regular booth with the deputy sheriff.

I nodded their way. "What's going on over there?" Shelly followed my gaze.

"They came in while you and Cherry were in your office." Shelly dropped her voice and pulled me farther away from anyone. "She was telling him about some raid she's got planned on SAMCRO. All I heard was that they're really close to getting a warrant and they were going to raid it soon."

I widened my eyes at Shelly. "Seriously?" I asked. Shelly nodded. "Why are you telling me this? I thought you hated SAMCRO."

Shelly turned a little red. "I don't hate them, they just scare me a little."

"A little?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. Shelly turned even redder. I decided to question Shelly about her sudden allegiance to SAMCRO later. "Nevermind about that. I'll be back; if those agents already have a warrant, they'll be searching the clubhouse soon." Shelly nodded. "Bring Cherry's application to my office when she's finished. Just incase I don't make it back in time."

I hurried through the kitchen and out into the alley, where my Buick was waiting. I drove as fast as I legally could to Teller-Morrow and I whipped into the parking lot, startling a couple of crow-eaters who had been standing nearby. I exited the car and began to speed-walk to the clubhouse, ignoring all the looks I was getting from crow-eaters and actual mechanic employees.

The clubhouse wasn't crowded, there were a few unknown bikers and also Bobby behind the bar. I hurried over to the bar. "Bobby!" I said when I got there. Bobby nearly dropped the glass he had been holding and he looked over to glare at me.

"Jesus Christ, kid." Bobby said. "Why are you here?"

"Stahl's about to get a warrant to search your clubhouse," I said quickly. Bobby stared at me for a long moment before putting his glass down.

"Wait here," He said gruffly before leaving the room to the bedrooms beyond. I began pacing, wondering how long it would take for Stahl to finish her lunch and get a raiding team together. A few minutes later, Clay and Jax entered, followed closely by Bobby and Tig.

"You said that Stahl is getting a warrant?" Jax said as they got close to me. They formed a tight-knit circle with me and I forced myself not to take a step back. I nodded and explained to them everything that Shelly had heard. "And your employee is trustworthy?" Jax asked the second I was done. I assured him that she was. Jax turned to Clay. "We gotta get the guns out of here."

"You could bring them back to my place," I offered without thinking. The men around me raised their eyebrows.

Clay shook his head. "I appreciate the offer, but if we're caught in broad daylight it could cause even more trouble for the club." He looked at Jax. "Get in contact with Laroy, see if he'd be willing to take them off our hands." Jax left the group and Clay turned back to me again. "You did good bringing this straight to us. We'll owe you one."

I raised one eyebrow but didn't say anything, just nodded. Clay then advised that I leave before the feds showed up. Tig made sure I got to my car okay and I began to pull out of the lot. I saw Juice walking up to Tig in my rearview mirror right before I turned out. I had only been driving back for about five minutes when a bunch of black SUVs and cop cars passed me, going straight for Teller-Morrow.