Clay came by to visit the restaurant later that day. I was faintly surprised to see him: usually any other member of SAMCRO came. They hadn't even ordered any food, not that that was the sole reason Juice or Chibs would visit. But I let Clay inside the kitchen and he made a bee-line for my office. I set some other employees in charge of what I had been working on and retreated into the office after Clay.

He was already sitting in the chair in front of my desk. I closed the door and sat down opposite of him. It still felt weird to be the one sitting behind the desk with Clay being in the smaller chair. It felt similar to being a teacher and having a parent-teacher conference: the parent sitting in the small chair that was meant for students. The seating arrangement should've been reversed.

"What can I do for you this fine day, Clay?" I asked.

"I'm assuming that you remember Zobelle and Weston?" Clay asked right back.

I frowned. "Sadly, I do remember them. I told you about their little meeting in here, remember?" Clay narrowed his eyes at me. I leaned forward. "I warned you that they want you guys out, and it seems pretty clear to me that now they're going to try and do just that."

"I want you to keep an eye on Zobelle," Clay said as if I hadn't just spoken. "I know you have those cameras up all over the restaurant."

"Only inside," I said. "I'd have to get Juice back over here to install cameras outside."

"Then do it," Clay said sharply. "He'd do it for you."

"And what do you think Zobelle is going to think when he sees Juice installing cameras pointing at his shop?" I asked. "I'll keep an eye on him as much as I can from across the street without being caught, and if he comes in for food I'll listen in on what he says. But other than that, I can't do much."

Clay sighed and nodded. A few seconds ago he looked like how he normally does: tough and confident, ready to go into a fistfight at any second. But right now, he just looked tired and he resembled his age.

"I forgot to ask," I said quietly. "How's Gemma? I heard about her wreck." The memory of my own wreck was fresh in my memory and I was still edgy about getting into cars.

Clay looked up at me curiously. "How did you feel after your crash?"

I shrugged. "I still feel it. I can't stand being in a car for now. And every now and then my shoulders, back, and legs feel really sore." I paused. "Just give Gemma some time. She'll come back around."

He nodded and straightened, looking like his usual self again. "And before I forget, I heard about what happened at Cara Cara this afternoon."

"How?" I asked, shocked that it had already spread this fast.

"People talk," Clay said dismissively. "And I think that Vince would hate it if he knew that his favorite family member was being undermined by a damn porno star."

I felt my face heat up from anger and shame. Clay held my gaze evenly though. "Since you and Gemma don't see each other on a day to day basis, I'm going to give you some advice on how to handle that gash."

Blinking at the use of the word "gash", I stared at Clay. He smiled a bit. "Gemma would tell you to mark your territory. Whatever is going on between you and Juice-I don't give a shit about it-but it makes you look weak if you don't stand up to this chick. So my Gemma-advice is this: next time that the slut tries to undermine you or sleep with Juice, mark your territory and send a message to any other star in there that you're not to be crossed."

"I'll keep that in mind," I said. Clay stood up and left, our meeting apparently over. I continued sitting in my seat, thinking about Zobelle, Weston, and my personal problem with Bianca.

Tara surprised me by knocking on my apartment door that evening. She glanced around my kitchen once before speaking. "Are you going to that party at Cara Cara?"

"Juice invited me but I told him I wasn't up for it." I said.

"You do realize that Bianca is going to be there." Tara said sharply. "And since you won't be there, she'll make a move on Juice."

I blinked at her. "You just don't want to go alone, right? Oh well, just let me grab my jacket and we'll go." Tara drove us to Cara Cara (I didn't enjoy it at all, I was gripping the handle on the door so hard my knuckles were white) and we approached the raging party with caution. When we entered, I saw random bikers everywhere with the stars, but I didn't recognize them as Redwood Originals. And there, sitting on the couches by the door, were Bianca and the Ima bitch I had been hearing about.

Ima and Bianca took four seconds to realize that Tara and I had just entered. They exchanged one look before standing up as one, almost as if they rehearsed it. I heard Tara mutter "Oh no," right before they blocked our way farther into the party.

"What the hell are you two doing here?" Ima asked, glaring at both of us.

"Get out of our way," I ordered, trying to make a move around them. But Bianca raised her hand and put it on my chest before pushing me away. I stumbled back a few steps and stared at her, hatred filling up inside of me. For a moment I thought that the red I was seeing was Bianca's hair, but then I pushed that idea out of my head as I grabbed a fistful of that red hair and began pulling her to the wall.

Ima began yelling at me from behind me and I could hear Bianca calling me every bad name in the book, but I ignored all of it as I let go of her hair and forced her against the wall. I held one arm up under Bianca's chin and pressed down, holding her still. She glared at me with hatred but didn't say anything, probably because my arm wasn't allowing her to say anything.

"Lay a hand on me or him again," I told her softly so that none of the shell-shocked people around us could hear. "And I will take a pipe and shove it so far up your ass you will be able to taste it. Am I clear, bitch?"

I released Bianca and she slumped down on the wall, glaring at me and rubbing her throat. But she nodded. I backed away and found myself facing Jax, Tara, Opie, and Juice, all of them looking impressed and slightly amused. I saw Ima sitting on the couch behind them all, holding her broken shoe where the heel had apparently been snapped off. Tara was looking proud of herself.

"Remind me to never piss you off," Opie said with a looked of contained laughter on his face. Jax and Tara wandered off together and Juice walked straight up to me. He looked over my shoulder at Bianca and then back to me with a look on his face that I didn't recognize.

Juice slung his arm around my shoulders before steering me away from the scene. "I'm impressed." He said after a while. "And now I know." We sat down together at the bar.

I gave him a look. "Now you know what?"

Juice finally let out that laugh that he had been trying to keep in. "That you just marked your territory."

I stared at him. "Is that a thing that every member of the club knows about?"

"You mean when the girl you're interested in basically chases away any other available females that wander around?" Juice said with a smile. "Yeah, we all know about that." He leaned forward and pressed his mouth against mine. I heard someone wolf-whistling at us, but I didn't pay them any mind. I felt his hands wrap themselves into my loose hair and I too reached my hand up and felt the back of his head, finding the soft tip of where the Mohawk ended.