A/N - Swift seems to be upsetting people left, right and centre... but just when she's about to move out of town, someone else is trying to keep her in place... Enjoy!

"TELFORD!"

Tig's roar echoed through the entire clubhouse, over the sound of the pumping bass and the partying as everybody drank and relaxed into the evening. He had never felt so enraged in all his life, he had sulked and stewed all the way over on his bike, the feel of Swift's arms on his body had only made it worse and now he was in the mood for one thing and one thing only. Chibs looked up from between the breasts of some pretty little blonde and pushed her away quickly as he saw Swift standing in the doorway, dragging her heels guiltily as she looked around. He pointed at her in confusion, wondering why she was there.

"I thought Darby said she left town?" Bobby muttered, following Chibs' gaze. Happy nodded and pulled the toothpick out from between his teeth.

"He did."

Chibs swiped a couple of bottles of beer from the bar as he crossed the room to quiet Tig's furious call. He kept one eye on Swift, wondering why Tig had both found her and brought her here. Maybe she'd stolen something else, it wouldn't be beyond her and it was just like Tig to come and make her give some sort of public, grovelling apology, just to make her feel like shit about it. Chibs extended one bottle towards Tig but simply received a ferocious right hook for his troubles. It knocked him back half a dozen steps, spilling beer all over Jax, and the Scot stood up, righting himself as he stared at Tig.

"What the fuck?"

Tig didn't answer, he simply launched at him, his hands extended as he grabbed at Chibs' shoulders and head butted him in the chest. Chibs grunted on the impact as he flew into the bar, knocking a couple of bottles on the floor. The glass smashed and crunched beneath his boots as he growled and turned on Tig. He could see Juice moving chairs out of the way quickly, it was going to be a fight, a real fight, although Chibs still didn't really know why.

"You're a goddamn asshole!" Tig snarled as he wrestled with Chibs, wrapping his arm around his head and bending him down roughly. Chibs took a smart sidestep and tripped Tig over, sending the two of them slumping into a post. Happy nodded approvingly and gave them both a push to make them both stand again to carry on. Tig tangled his fingers in Chibs' hair but Chibs gave him a swift uppercut, sending him stumbling back.

"What did I do?"

Tig's fingers were almost in Chibs' mouth as he tried to prise his jaw open, he wanted to break it. The look in his eyes was murderous and wild, it was frightening to see how detached he seemed over something that would probably be insignificant in a few days. Chibs bit him, hard, his teeth sinking into Tig's skin and tearing it, making it bleed in an instant. Tig hissed and dragged his hand away, shaking his fingers in frustration.

"What did you do?" The sweat was already pouring off his brow as he turned around and jabbed his finger in Swift's direction. "Her! That's what you did!"

In Chibs' moment of confusion, Tig hurled himself at him and literally knocked him down onto the floor. The burst of applause and cheering from the club members filled the room with the most deafening noise as feet and fists thumped in approval as Tig clambered over Chibs, raining punch after punch down onto him. Chibs wasn't taking that, though, he clamped his thighs around Tig and twisted, slamming him down into the ground and taking control. His punches were less fierce, more in defence than in retaliation, and he grunted as Tig shifted his knee to hit Chibs in the groin.

"What about her?" he muttered, his palm smushing up against Tig's face to try and calm him down. "Bit of gash rob you again, did she?"

The way he laughed about it infuriated Tig. Why wouldn't he just confess what he'd done and let it be over with? He writhed beneath Chibs, his T-shirt growing wetter with every second from the sweat that soaked him. He was getting angrier now, this wasn't just about oneupmanship, this was about being a goddamn man about it.

"You fucked her!" Tig snapped. The words gave him a power he hadn't expected and he suddenly bounded up to his feet, knocking Chibs back on his ass. Chibs laughed out loud at that, wiping his damp hair out of his eyes as he looked over at Swift. She was leaning against the wall, her arms crossed, looking at them both with an unimpressed smirk on her lips.

"Did I now?" He chuckled. "And where was I during that happy bloody occurrence? Because I sure as shite don't remember."

Was he denying it? Again? Tig could barely think straight as he grabbed Chibs by his shirt and pulled him to his feet before backing up against the bar. Juice tried to get between them, it was clearly beginning to get out of hand now, but he received an elbow in the jaw for his troubles and shrank back quickly.

"Admit it!" Tig barked. "Admit you fucked her."

His hand was up against Chibs' throat now and Chibs twisted sharply to get out of the grip. "I didn't!" he muttered, giving Tig a push back. "I mean, I nearly did, in the woods, but we didn't, you know." He could see the joyous little smile on Swift's lips as he said it and he started to laugh, his bloody, swollen lips curling into a grin. "Think that little mare's had you, brother."

Tig's brain hurt, he turned around to see Swift giggling as she snatched a beer from one of the crow eaters as she walked around with a tray. She lifted it in a 'cheers' motion to both Tig and Chibs and chirruped,

"That was very homoerotic, if it helps. I'm horny as fuck now, if you gents are up for a threesome."

It was a good job that Chibs was standing so close to Tig because he managed to grab him before the blue-eyed Son tried to kill her. Swift skirted around the corner of the room, keeping close to the door as she watched Happy get in on holding Tig still, and then Jax. He was raging like an animal as his friends kept him back, taking the brunt of his fierce fists flying around the room to knock them away. Clay watched in silence from the back of the room, choosing not to get involved and hoping these idiots would realise this girl wasn't worth the trouble.

"You should go." Juice's voice was low as he sidled up beside Swift. "I think you should leave town. Now."

"That's all I've been trying to do," Swift said, studying his face for a moment. He looked like a sweetheart, if she hadn't already had so much fun with these idiots, Juice would be the perfect kind of prey, even if he was a queer. "I just need my car and I'll be out of here."

Juice glanced back to see that, somehow, Chibs and Jax had ended up arguing with each other while Happy had pressed Tig into a seat and was force-feeding him whisky. He nodded and ushered her out quickly. Pacing the lot, he rummaged for the key to the Teller Morrow office and pulled the Falcon keys off the hook.

"I don't know why you did that," he said softly, looking at her over his shoulder. "Chibs is a nice guy. He's done everything to take care of you."

Swift toyed with her hair for a moment, she didn't know why she did it either. She wanted to deny Tig his orgasm and find a reason to leave town all in the same breath, at the time it had been the perfect move. "Guess I'm kind of a bitch," she shrugged casually. Juice held the keys out to her and she took them from him, wrapping her fingers around them, her nail lightly grazing his skin. Juice shook his head.

"No, you're not. You're just like us, trying to survive." He looked at her, his wide eyes full of curiosity as they looked over her. This woman was pretty externally but dark on the inside, he could just tell. "But that? In there? It didn't achieve anything, it was just blood sport."

Swift laughed. "Oh, so it's okay when guys like you beat the hell out of each other for fun but you don't like it when someone else baits the bear?" She rolled her eyes. "You guys are hypocrites and assholes."

She turned to walk away and Juice grabbed her upper arm with enough force to get her attention. She paused and looked at him as he spoke. "Don't fuck around with my brothers."

"What are you going to do, kid? Beat me?" She smiled and stepped into him, knowing full well he wouldn't dare lay a hand on her. If there was one thing she was sure if, it was that Juice Ortiz was not going to hurt her. He wasn't like the others, he didn't have a bad bone in his body, she could see it in his eyes. Her fingers tiptoed along his chest playfully, she could see his Adam's apple twitch beneath the pressure of her fingertips. "Do it, I might like it."

He let go of her and pushed her away, fearful of making things any worse than they already were. "You're a freak," he muttered. "Take your car and get out of town, before someone does hurt you."

Swift smiled at that, absently wrapping her arm around her body. "I'm not scared of you people," she said coldly. "I'm not scared of anyone."

"Then leave before you are," he insisted, walking with her to encourage her to go to the car quicker. "You need to just go."

She didn't like being told to leave. There was something about him saying it that made her want to root to the spot, just to spite him. Swift was that kind of girl, she liked things to be her way, always, so to have some little biker pipsqueak telling her to get out of town was like a big fat demand for her to stay exactly where she was. She looked at him bitterly for a minute before shrugging and getting in her car.

"I'll go when I'm ready, thanks," she said coldly. "You don't own this town and you sure as hell don't own me." She flipped him off as she dropped down into her seat. Juice leaned in the window as he looked at her with concern in his eyes.

"I'm just trying to help you."

"I don't need your help, thanks," she said, rolling up the window and catching his fingers between the glass and the frame as she did. Juice yelped and dragged his hands away as she shot out of the forecourt. What was it with these guys trying to help her? Fix her? Why were they so sure that they could be on the bad path and she couldn't? She rolled her eyes, they were idiots, all of them. Idiots with double standards.

She drove along a little further before she slowed her car to a halt to see a police car blocking her way. She groaned and leaned out the window to look at it. "Motherfucker." It was probably that wrinkly old cop again. With no money, no weapon and nothing to protect herself with, Swift simply locked the doors of the car and waited for him to come to her. Sinking into her seat, she tilted her head to one side as she saw a younger, more handsome police officer step out of the car. In an instant, she was preening, tidying her hair and trying to make Tig's black button-up look more a little sexier by unbuttoning a few more buttons to give the guy the slightest glimpse of her bra.

"Good evening, ma'am."

His badge read Hale and she smiled up at him brightly. He was handsome, a square jaw and neat hair that made her bite her lip a little. This felt like the beginning of a porno she'd seen once.

"Evening, Sheriff," she said with a flirtation smile. "Can I help you?"

Hale wasn't quite sure why Clay had called him to about the missing Falcon but he could already tell the girl with the broken nose was probably on the club's shit list. He pulled a face and shrugged a little. "Maybe," he murmured. "I wondered if you might have time to chat."

She wrinkled her nose a little. "I'm sorry, officer, I have somewhere I really need to be." She glanced at her wrist for a watch she didn't own and Hale laughed as he got a good view of her profile. Yep, that was the girl alright, he had seen her photos circulating the office as a thief to look out for. He reached in the window and withdrew the keys from the engine, holding them up.

"That's okay, I'll take you there afterwards if you like," he offered. "Swift, isn't it? No surname?"

"Kind of like Prince," she joked, looking up at him. She parted her lips with her tongue, he'd like that, she knew he would. Hale smiled, trying to keep it professional as he ignored that way she was looking at him.

"Come on now," he said. "You've got a rap sheet and I've got a score to settle." She could see her interest piqued by the suggestion of some sort of offer. They'd all been right about her, she was a get-what-she-could kind of girl. "Let's see if we can't find a way to help each other out."