A/N: Sooooooooooo yeah! I finally figured out how to work the rest of our favorite Twilight characters into the wonderful world of SAMCRO and yeah it's cliché and an obvious tool, but at this point, I couldn't see going supernatural with this story. So it will be A/H. Thank you all for your patience in waiting for this update. Kids are starting school, I will be babysitting a 1 year old two days a week, and yeah August gets insane round here. I've actually had this handwritten for a while, but haven't had the time/energy to put it to keyboard. Thanks also for all the reviews, follows, favs. They mean a lot to me and keep me going. Also vampirelady13 thank you for your comment about the abuse. It actually lead me to an idea that I will be using in the next chapter. I wanted my Bella to be strong, to be able to leave everything behind her, but you made me realize that even the strongest people can struggle. I'm anxious to see how the next chapter turns outs ;) Ok done with the talking, on with the show!
A/N: I wasn't completely satisfied with the chapter the first time around, so I changed somethings around. Nothing affecting plot, but it felt awkward at first. I added some details and what not.
Chapter 11
In a bar on a tiny Reservation in Washington, a meeting was being held. It was between the President of the Sons of Anarchy MC, Tacoma Chapter and the local MC, Wolf Warriors. The Warriors had not been around nearly as long as SoA, but were getting there. Times were hard though and any help was appreciated. Their brotherhood was tight, more so than a normal MC. It came with the territory of being an all Quileute club, exclusive to the tribe on the La Push Reservation.
It was with in their finances where they were struggling. They have a small garage that serviced the Reservation and the closest town of Forks, but that just about covered the bills. They took on odd jobs, handy man work, to get extra cash.
It was frustrating of course. They only wanted what every man wanted: a better life for their families, their futures. So when they were approached by the SoA Tacoma Chapter with a proposition, a way to make more cash, there naturally intrigued. Lee Whitney happened upon the garage and the club when his bike broke down on a ride through Forks and had seen potential in the six burly Native American men. They were all intimidating yes, but they weren't unapproachable. The Warriors were loyal to their family, tribe, and each other. Lee thought that they would make an excellent addition to the SoA family and a great help in their enterprises.
So a meeting had been set so Lee could feel out the MC. He wanted to know their willingness to do something that may not be quite on the legal side. Lee was sitting in a booth in the back of the small bar ignoring the frequent glances from the few scantily clad women wandering around and got down to business. "So, tell me what you have you have going on here."
Sam Uley shifted in his seat a little. He wasn't intimidated by this man, but he was anxious about this meeting. He knew about the Sons of Anarchy. They were MC Royalty and to be personally approached by them was quite the honor.
"Well, we're just a group of guys, all related in some way. We run a garage, do handyman work, we have some small weed dealing around the Res, but we keep everything else out. We don't want nor need that shit around here." Lee nodded at the Warrior president. Dedication to family, brotherhood, and zero tolerance for drugs. Yeah, they had Sons potential. He glanced at his VP Donut and the Sons enforcer, Happy. They both gave the Pres small nods. "Well, here's what we're thinking."
Two hours later the members of the Wolf Warriors were gathered around the large table in Sam Uley's home. Sam was at the head of the table, his Vice President Jared Cameron to his left, Sergeant at Arms Paul Lahote to his right. Jacob Black and Quil Ateara sat next to Jared and Embry Call was next to Paul. Sam rapped his knuckles on the table to call them to attention. "Ok, as y'all know, I had a meeting with the President of the Sons of Anarchy Tacoma chapter. They have proposed a patch over and want us to be a base to help with their operations. We would run shipments from Canada down to Oregon, maybe to California." The guys glanced at each other. "So what would we be hauling?" Jacob asked. Sam took a deep breath, drumming his fingers on the oak table in front of him. In a low, rough voice, he gave a one word answer, "Guns".
Sam watched as his brothers' eyes widened. He knew this would be a hard sell. The most illegal thing they had done was sell a bit of weed around the Res. He hadn't been aware of the gun running side of the Sons, but had always agreed with the way they handled themselves. No hardcore drugs, every chapter had some kind of legit business, a tight brotherhood; everything his own MC stood for.
"Guns? Seriously? That's major shit Sam. This could blow up huge if one thing goes wrong" Embry said. Sam nodded at him. "Yes, which is why I brought it here. His plan is to slowly work us into it. Two or three of us making runs with them until we are comfortable. We would get 5% cut until we took over completely. Then we would get 15%. This is serious bank guys. We need this shit. Things have not been good around here, we barely cover expenses as it is, much less make a profit. And Tacoma has this shit down. They know who to talk to and where to go. But apparently there's been some heat recently around their mother charter's home base and they're needing to bring stuff down from Canada more frequently. And that means they need extra bodies."
"What about our regular stuff? And would we have to patch over?" Embry spoke up again. As secretary it was his job to look at the bottom line, always. "We would continue as normal. Lee will give us a schedule and we can work shop hours and such around it." Embry nodded. "Well, yeah we could certainly use the extra cash, but I don't know. The risks are huge. If something goes wrong, it's 25 to life for us. ATF doesn't fuck around."
Sam sighed. He knew this would be the biggest problem. "Yes, but along with this comes 29 charters and worldwide brotherhood. Extra protection when we need it. And I have a feeling we might need some assistance soon. It's getting harder to keep the meth off the Res, especially since the Cullens moved here. Lord knows if Charlie was still around, there's no way they'd still be here." The men nodded again in agreement. Charlie Swan had been a great friend of the tribe and the previous members of the Warriors had frequently helped in the search for his long lost daughter.
But with the sudden passing of the beloved police chief came a big disconnect between Forks and La Push. And when the Cullens' came to town, it was difficult to get any kind of read on them. They were wealthy, fashionable, and beautiful. Almost inhumanly so. There were 7 of them: Carlisle and Esme, Rose and Emmett, Jasper and Alice, and the odd ball Edward. The only things they knew for sure was Rosalie and Jasper were twins, Edward was their brother, and they were Carlisle and Esme kids. Emmett and Alice were spouses. They flaunted their wealth around the middle class town with no shame. And the increase in meth activity around the area just happened to coincide with the arrival of the family.
The Wolf Warriors sat around the table for several hours discussing pros and cons. When their decision was made, they bid each other good night and retired to their homes. Emily, Sam's Old Lady, entered the dining room from the back porch where she had been rocking during their meeting. "You hear it all?" Sam asked. Emily smirked as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. "Well of course. You know me, I'm a nosey bitch." Sam chuckled, patting her hands on his chest. "Is this the right decision?" Emily sighed and came around to sit on his lap. "Sam, I can't tell you that. I support you either way. I know the dangers of what you would be getting into and while it scares me to death, I know you will be as safe as you can." Sam gazed into Emily's eyes, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. "Always babe."
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Clay hung up his prepaid, a little smile forming on his road hardened face. His heavy brow relaxed at the news he had just receive from his Tacoma chapter president. The little MC in Washington was going to join them. The Irish were nervous after the explosion at the warehouse and were desperate to move operations further north where there were less restrictions. Now with the Wolf Warriors on board, they would have the man power needed to make deliveries that much easier.
Bella and Gemma came into the clubhouse looking for Jax and Chibs. They knew they had gone off to take care of the Nord problem, but that was hours ago. "I got 'em!" Juice's cry from his corner of technology startled the women. "Clay, the guns are in Lodi!" Gemma and Bella exchanged nervous glances before taking a seat at the bar. "Call the boys in," Clay said. "Time to retrieve our wares!"
It took no time for the men to gather at the clubhouse. Chibs, Jax, and Opie walked in together. Jax was sweaty and flexing his hands repeatedly. Bella watched from her seat as Gemma inspected him. "It's fine ma. I took care of it." Gemma glanced at Chibs and Opie before pursing her lips at him. "Ok. Take care of this this shit tonight. Your son is going to need you in the morning." Jax studied his mother for a moment before nodding and kissing her forehead. He then made his way over to Bella.
"You alright darlin'?" he asked her. Bella smiled at him and nodded. "I can imagine this is not how you planned to spend your birthday. We'll make it up to you, I promise." She just shook her head. "Nah, no need to do that. This is honestly the best birthday I've ever had."
"Hold on! It's your birthday?!" Chibs hollered out. Bella ducked her head, blush heating her cheeks rapidly. "Why didn't you say anything lass?" She just shrugged. "I honestly only thought about it yesterday. I've never celebrated it before, so it's never been important." She sighed and smiled at her father. "But now I will never forget it because Abel and I will be celebrating it together for many years to come."
Tig came through the clubhouse door just then with Half-Sack. "Fried and Refried are taken care of. At least we got them out before county got to them. Good job Prospect." The goofy looking Prospect nodded blushing slightly.
Clay appeared at the chapel door. "Let's go assholes." Jax patted Bella's knee and hugged Gemma before heading into Chapel. Chibs hugged his daughter. "We will be discussing a birthday celebration when this shit is clear." He kissed her forehead and followed Jax. Opie grabbed her up off the stool in one of his patented bear hugs. "Happy birthday Bells." He set her on her feet, giving her a lingering kiss on the cheek before he followed the other men, shutting the door behind him. Bella's hand rose to her cheek as she smiled softly to herself, totally missing the knowing smirk that crossed Gemma's face.
Inside the Chapel, Clay banged the gavel. "Alright, Juice found the warehouse they're storing the guns at. Jax, Chibs, Opie, Tig I want us to go, retrieve our merch, and blow that shit sky high. I want to send these Mayan fuckers a message that they can't fuck with us." The men gathered around the layouts of the warehouse area that Juice had printed out. It only took them an hour to make a solid plan. "One more thing," Clay said before he banged his gavel to close church. "The Irish are nervous about the shit that's been going on with the Mayans. They want to move shipment up north. Tacoma has been in contact with an MC up there in hopes to get some help. These guys are solid, run pretty much the same as we do: protect their own, keep their town clean. Close knit group of Indians, all related some way or another. They have agreed to help out." The men around the table exchanged glances. "Does this mean patch over?!" Tig asked excitedly. He loved nothing more than a good patch over party. Clay smirked. "Yeah, I suppose so, though from what I understand this place is smaller than Charming. Might not have the pussy selection." The men all chuckled. "The MC is from a reservation, La Push I think." Chibs' head snapped up at that. Why does that sound familiar? Clay continued, "It's near a place called…shit something to do with a utensil…" he trailed off. Chibs visibly paled. "Forks" it came out as a harsh whisper from his lips.
All the heads at the table turned to him. Clay snapped his fingers. "Yeah that was it. How'd you know?" Chibs looked up at his President and swallowed hard. "The man who thought he was Bella's father was from there." His brothers exchanged glances again, cautious of how their friend would take this news. "You think it's a good sign then?" Jax asked. Chibs thought for a moment. Maybe it was really fate that they were led to this place. "Aye. I don't really believe in coincidence. This is a good move." Jax nodded at him. "Alright then, let's get this Mayan shit blown and then we'll make a run to Washington." With cheers from all the men, Clay banged the gavel and they filed out of Church to prepare for the long night ahead.
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Opie's phone rang as he was grabbing it from the cigar box outside the chapel doors. "Yeah" he answered it. "Harry, I need you to come home. Aunt Maggie just called and needs my help. She's sick and can't do shit for herself right now." Opie sighed heavily and cursed Donna to hell and back once again. "OK ma, I'll figure something out." He hung up the phone, squeezing it tightly in his fist. He looked around for Jax, prepared to tell him he wouldn't be there tonight. Bella could see his frustration from her seat at the bar. "What is it, Ope?"
He smiled softly at the beautiful brunette who was now standing in front of him. If there was one thing he was ashamed of in his crazy life, it was the inexplicable attraction he had to this girl. They had grown so close over the past couple of months and he reveled in it. No woman, not even Donna, had given him as much undivided attention as Bell had. And her maturity level was way beyond her teenaged years. Her life had been so tough and she had been forced to grow up way too fast. She should have been free to live her life as she wanted, not spent it having to take care of herself and endure the neglect of the woman who was supposed to love her unconditionally. And it was with much shame that Opie had to admit to himself that he liked this girl. Far more than he really should. Hell, she wasn't even 18 for a full 24 hours yet!
Opie shook those thoughts from his head quickly. "Ma just called. My Aunt Maggie has fallen ill and ma needs to get to her. I'm supposed to be on club business tonight but I'm going to have to change plans now." Bella shook her head at him. "No you don't. I know your business needs to get done. I'll go over there take care of the heathens…I mean your darling angels." She said giving him a big wink. Opie burst in uproarious laughter at her comment. He pulled the young woman into his arms and hugged her tightly. "Are you sure? I will be gone most of the night."
Bella pulled back to look up into Opie's sparkling eyes. There's that smile she craved. It was her favorite thing about him. Well, that and his eyes. So often his face was completely serious, almost sorrowful and heavy with the burdens place on him by a bitter ex-wife and a spiteful and bitchy mother. Bella made it her goal to see that smile and sparkle in his eyes as often as possible.
"Yeah, it's good. I'm guessing dad is going with you and I really don't want to stay here tonight." Opie nodded at her before pulling her back into a tight embrace. Bella sighed (hopefully inaudibly) into his chest, completely content to be held by this bear of a man. The only other place she ever felt this cared for or protected was with Jax or her dad. It was different with Opie though. She felt like she could crawl up in his arms and never leave. She wanted his protection more than anything. Was this what it feels like to be attracted to some one? I could get used to it. She thought. Well, it didn't matter right now. There were other things that need more attention.
"OK, let me tell my dad. Then we can get to your house and relieve Mary." Bella beamed at him as he let her go to her father. Opie watched the short conversation during which Chibs gave the taller man frequent glances and even one hard glare. Bella hugged her father tight and after receiving a kiss on the forehead from him, she made her way back to Opie. They headed out to his bike where she strapped on his extra helmet before straddling the bike behind him. Bella wrapped her arms as far as she could around Opie's broad form and they took off for the all too short drive to his house.
As soon as the engine was killed on the bike in the driveway, Mary was out the door and heading to her car. "I don't know when I'll be back. Kids are fed, I'll call you later," she hollered before she peeled out. Bella couldn't help the chuckle that escaped her mouth. "Well, alrighty then!" she said. Opie just quirked an eyebrow at her, chuckling softly as they made their way inside. Ellie and Kenny were watching some Disney TV movie snuggled down on the couch in the living room just beyond the dining room/kitchen that was right inside the front door where Bella stood. She watched as Opie went to his kids. He knelt in front of them, giving them basic information for the night. He would be gone, but would be back before they woke up. Bella would be there and there was nothing to worry about. He gave them both long tight hugs before kissing their hair and walking back towards Bella.
Opie nodded his head to the side silently asking Bella to follow him. The furthest she had been down the hallway was to the bathroom which was the first door on the left in the narrow hallway. She knew Opie's bedroom was further down and Ellie and Kenny's rooms were on the right. There were pictures on the walls of the kids in various stages of growing up. Of course anything that had Donna in it was pulled down and packed away for the kids when they were older.
Opie opened the door to his bedroom, flipping on the light and ushering Bella into the room. It was a simple room. A large oak bed against the wall opposite the door under a wide, narrow window. Two matching nightstands flanked the bed and a large, long dresser with mirror were set on the wall facing the bed. The wall furthest from the door had two doors that Bella assumed led to the closet and bathroom. Opie cleared his throat nervously, breaking Bella from her perusal of the bedroom. "You can sleep in here tonight. I don't want to wake you when I get home. There's some…uh…t-shirts …uh in the top right drawer. Ya know, so you can….yeah…sleep in and be more comfortable…ya know, if you want or whatever." Bella couldn't help but giggle at the giant of man that was running his hand over his face and hair, a faint red staining his cheeks. Was he nervous about something? "Well, at least I know it'll be long enough to cover my ass!" Opie's blush seemed to deepen as he laughed, shaking his head to dispel his nervousness. "Help yourself to anything Bells. Mi casa es su casa!" Bella smiled at him and they walked back down the hallway.
Opie called a quick goodbye to his kids which they returned and headed to the front door. Bella grabbed his arm before he walked out. She looked up at him, biting her lip nervously. "Please, watch out for my dad, and Jax, and…especially you. I need all of you to come home safely." Opie cupped her face in his large hands, rubbing his thumbs lightly over her cheeks. "Always Bells. I got this." He leaned down placing a kiss on her cheek, right at the corner of her mouth before turning and walking to his bike. He quickly mounted and started the bike. He walked it down the driveway and with one more quick glance and wave to Bella, he took off to the clubhouse leaving the stunned girl in the doorway, hand to her cheek once again.