I am SOOOO SORRY this took forever to get to you Tiggies! Forgive! With my birthday and Halloween, I've been quite busy. Not to mention, my computer broke...but here I am and I hope you like it! Remember, rate and review!

The next day, the club gathered early for church to discuss the upcoming events. As the meeting began, Clay looked around the table. The guys chatting amongst themselves was reminiscent of clucking hens. "So, what do we know?" This caused the group to focus. Clay's attnetion shifted to Jax, who made quite a bit of noise as he moved himself closer to the table.

"We got a call from Otto in Stockton. Told us the Outlanders have some guy named Omen working for him, and that that's the guy who's been watching us."

"Omen?" Juice asked. .

"Otto know what he looked like?" Chibs inquired and Jax shook his head. "Nah, Otto didn't get into the specifics like that. Just told us to watch out for him."

As the talk of "Omen" continued, Damien could feel all the color drain from his face. The Sons still hadn't found the drugs and the rally was drawing nearer. His nerves were shot and he could feel himself become faint. He pinched himself under the table to bring back his concentration; he knew he needed to think fast. "Oh man," he started, "I've heard of that guy. He's a bad motherfucker." Clay looked to Jax before Tig scoffed and broke the silence.

"Pfft, please," Tig said shaking his head. "Who's this guy think he is?"

"I'm serious, man, this guy is no good." Damien tried his best not to let the guys hear the tremble in his voice, but even he could tell he was nervous.

"He obviously hasn't met us," Happy said, causing the club to laugh. Damien didn't laugh, and Chibs noticed how pale Damien was becoming.

"S'matter D-man, you afraid of the big, scary biker or something?" A couple of the guys chuckled as Damien looked around. "No, no," he said and gave a mock chuckle, "I just, you know, heard some things."

"You happen to know what he looks like?" Clay's voice remained calm as Damien's knee shook under the table.

"Uh, blonde,...with uh,...scar going down his face? Yeah, that was last I heard. I, you know, I haven't actually met him or anything."

"Huh," Clay said, clearly not buying it. "So, we got a guy with a creepy ass name and blonde hair."

"Sounds like one of my ex-wives," Bobby said and the guys laughed again.

"Alright, alright, order of business-find out who Omen is. Juice, look him up in the system, he's gotta have a record if he's dumb enough to hook up with the Outlanders." Damien became offended and used all his strength to keep himself seated. He thought he was as bad as they came compared to these guys, and no two-bit biker was going to show him up or make fun of him. Clay continued, "As far as the kitchens, torch 'em."

"When," Tig asked looking down as his drew aimlessly on the table before him.

"Tomorrow. That should hold off their little meet and greet for a time being. Then we see if we can get Frost in for a meeting. Also, next shipment of stuff is next week. Adjourned." As the gavel fell, the group left and Tig got up to shut the door behind the last of them. Jax took the cigarette from behind his ear and packed it on the table.

"So, Tig, what did you find out about the girl," Clay began. "Is she selling, using?"

Tig thought about it for a second. He knew Bobby hadn't talked to Mina yet, considering both he and Bobby were out getting their cock's sucked by crow eaters the night before. "Neither," was what he settled on.

"Good, that's real good, cause we know who is." Clay lit his cigar as Tig stared wide-eyed at his predsident.

"Well then who-" Tig had stared to say Jax cut him off- "Damien."

"What? Damien?" Tig was genuinely surprised by Jax's response. He never liked the kid anyway, and this was all the more reason. Before losing his temper completely,however, Tig had a few questions concerning his newly found punching bag. "I knew it, I knew it! I knew that little prick had somethin' todo with this. When did you guys find this out?"

"Otto told us all about him when he called. That's why we're gonna bomb the kitchens tonight. We need you, Ope, and Juice." Jax lit his cigarette. Tig nodded and looked from the VP to Clay.

"We figure Damien's out there calling Frost right now letting him know our plans."

"So what are we gonna do with him now?" Tig's thoughts ran rampant on the things he'd do to the rat. "I'm gonna be honest Clay, I wanna piece of him."

"All in due time, brother. Right now, he's gonna be leverage."

"Then what? We just gonna let him go?" Tig's voice raised slowly like his temper.

"Nah, you can have him, Tig." Jax said taking a long drag of his cigarette. "We need him to secure the meeting with Frost, though. After that, I don't care if you fuck the hell out of his dead corpse." Tig smiled as he looked from Clay to Jax and the three laughed.

…...

Mina, Molly, and Penelope were outside playing on the swing set when the meeting had adjourned. Bobby noticed Mina and whistled for her to come over to him. She did as he commanded and, as soon as she was close enough, he grabbed her upper arm and pulled her closer to him. His grip was tight and hard causing her to call out in pain, "Ow, Bobby, what the hell?!" Bobby made sure her back had faced clubhouse. He didn't want the wrong person to see what he was about to spring on her.

"Look, I'm trying really hard to be cool about this, so it's really important that you be completely honest with me." Mina seemed at a lost as Bobby spoke. Taking a deep breath as he began, "I talked to Tig-"

"Oh, Jesus Christ, really? What did he tell you?" Mina crossed her arms and awaited Bobby's response. He was shocked that she was being so defensive considering her life could be on the line were anything to be true.

"You tell me."

"Listen, Uncle Bobby, I love you, I do and even though Tig is your buddy, I really don't feel comfortable talking to you about my sex life."

"What?" Bobby blinked a couple times in disbelief, "What are you talking about? You slept with him?"

"Whoa, what are you talking about?" Mina watched Bobby move closer and reach into the top pocket of his cut. She didn't see the item until he opened his fist. At first, she looked at the tiny baggie in confusion. It was small and had two crystallized rocks. When it finally dawned on her what it was, she opened her eyes wide. "Is that what I think it is?" Bobby turned his gaze down to the item and sighed before placing it back in his cut. "That's not mine," was all Mina could say. Bobby was partially relieved. This had been the answer he was hoping for but there were still questions that need to be answered.

"Yeah, well, Tig found it in your purse." Mina stared at him in disbelief.

"He WHAT?!" Mina screamed.

Just then, Tig had joined the group of guys at the picnic table. They were laughing, drinking, and carrying on and Tig joined right into their conversations. Mina heard his laugh and turned to spot her target. Ignoring Bobby's shouts, she stormed over to Tig, who had his back to her. One of the guys at the picnic table did a ,"ooooo," as Mina approached the group. It wasn't until she spun Tig around and punched him in the jaw did he know she was after him. A split second went by before Chibs was behind Tig holding him back. Had this been any other woman, save for his daughters, he would've punched the bitch's lights out. Given that it was Mina, he had no intention of fighting her back. She had every right to be mad at him; Tig just hoped he could say his part.

The guys behind him hooted and hollered as she went for Tig's face again, this time her fist connected with his cheek. Bobby finally made it to Mina and wrapped his arms around her waist before physically lifting her away from the crowd.

"Is this what you meant by 'damage control' you fucking son-of-a-bitch!" Mina shouted and spat at Tig as Bobby pulled her back to where they were before this all went down. The noise attracted Molly's attention who told Penelope to "stay put," before running to her friend. Tig and Chibs started in Mina's direction, as did the rest of the guys, but Chibs turned around and barked at them to stay put.

"Mina-" Tig tried to start in a calm voice, but Mina wouldn't listen. Instead, she kicked and screamed obscenities in his direction.

"You plant shit on me! You fucking coward, you plant shit because you don't want to admit that maybe you have feelings for me? You want me to leave, is that it?"

"What's she talking about, Tigger?" Chibs asked.

"Mina, I'm sorry." Tig said completely ignoring Chib's question.

"Oh, you're sorry? You're sorry for fucking planting drugs in my goddamn purse?" Mina shouted but Bobby shushed her. The guys at the picnic table turned with curiosity, but Bobby waved them off. "She's just joking-lover's spat!" When the guys looked away, Bobby whispered to Mina brutishly, "You fucking crazy or something, you're gonna get yourself killed!"

"Mina's not using drugs," Molly interjected, "and if you think she is, you're a fucking idiot."

"I know she's not," Tig said causing everyone to look at him. Bobby finally let go of Mina, who seemed to calm down for the moment. Bobby now stepped in front of her and held his arm out across her waist in a protective matter. Mina's mind raced and the words she had wanted to say to Tig came from Bobby's mouth instead. "So, then why would you accuse Mina-"

"I'm sorry, I thought she did, but Jax and Clay, they know who really did it. That's good news; they know it wasn't Mina." Mina stepped out from behind Bobby and walked up to Tig. She slapped him across the face. As Chibs lunged for Tig to stop him from hitting Mina, Bobby grabbed her again but, this time, she shrugged off his grip. "We're done," Mina said calmly. She spaced her words as if she were talking to a child. "Don't fucking come near me again, you piece of shit." She shoved past Tig before walking off towards the club house. Molly gave Chibs a look before she, too. took off towards the clubhouse to join her friend.

"Now, What the bloody hell is going on here?" Chibs asked.

"Yeah, what do you mean Clay and Jax know?" Bobby needed answers before he turned Tig into a pile of axle grease smudged on the Teller-Morrow lot.

"Otto did tell them who the rat was, but they didn't say in the meeting because the rat is-"

…..

"You sure you don't want me to help you pack-" Molly had began to ask but Mina interrupted her.

"No, stay out here. Keep him away from me while I grab my stuff." Mina shoved open the door of the clubhouse and walked to the back dorm where she had been staying. At this point, she didn't care where she went, as long as it was away from here. She remembered seeing a hotel around the outskirts, but maybe there was something closer into town. She had been so livid that she hadn't noticed the biker laying on her bed with the purse next to him. When she turned around, she gasped, "What do you want?"

"Did you like my little present?" Damien laid on the bed fondling the strap of her purse. It's contents had been strewn across the bed and, Mina had noticed, that he was currently smoking one of her cigarettes. Like Tig, Mina also hadn't really ever been fond of this biker. The very sight of him disgusted her and she stared at him through her narrowed eyes when she asked "what are you talking about?"

"The drugs, darling. They're not where I left them," Damien tisked before he continued, "you naughty girl. This leads me to believe that someone else may have found them?" Suddenly, everything had made sense. The drugs Tig found were planted by Damien so she'd look guilty. But why? What would he gain from her being gone? That would throw the club off the fact that he maybe he was the rat. However, Mina knew, remembering what Tig had said only moments ago, that Clay knew who the real rat was and that it was not Mina. Damien didn't know that, though, so Mina figured she'd play into his game. After all, since Clay knew it wasn't her, what could he really do?

"I-" Mina tried to speak but Damien cut her off. "Look, bottom line, the Sons haven't found the drugs yet and they're coming way too close to finding out who I really am so, I'm here to make a deal with you."

"Yeah? And what would that be?" Mina folded her arms and jutted her hip to the side. Though she knew it wasn't her, she'd certainly hoped they knew it was Damien. She watched as Damien got up from the bed and walked over to the window where he could see Molly and Penelope playing. Molly kept looking at the club house waiting for her friend to emerge. She was completely oblivious to the psychopath staring at her.

"You're friend's a great mom. I'd sure hate for that little girl to lose her mommy so young but, hey, you never know. Maybe she's still young enough to where she won't even remember her mommy. She won't even know that her Auntie was the one that got her killed."

"You wouldn't," Mina stepped towards the biker with concern. True, this guy couldn't hurt her, but her friend was another story, and this was something she didn't want to gamble with.

"I promise you, doll," Damien approached Mina and grabbed her face. His hands were callous and cold and she felt pain as he forcefully turned her head to face him. "All you gotta do is strut that fine pussy of yours into church tomorrow and tell 'em you're the one selling out the club."

"They'd kill me," Mina whispered as tears fell down her face. She trembled with fear as Damien chuckled.

"I know, but better you than her, right kiddo?" Damien nodded and let go of Mina's face before heading for the door. He placed his hand on the knob and turned to face her, "Oh and, uh, church is on for 9 am tomorrow...so you have until 10. Otherwise, your friend may have a little accident."

Damien went to leave once more, but turned to Mina and said, "And, if you tell anyone about this, I'll kill the little girl too. Got it?" Mina couldn't speak, just simply nodded before the biker left with a skip in his step. She fell to the ground and cried while she held her stinging face. The last 24 hours had been hell and it seemed to be getting a whole lot worse.