Malia POV

I changed my outfit twice before deciding on jeans and a tank top. Esai he was in his usual get up, jeans, a shirt and cowboy boots. The only thing missing was his Kutte. He opted out of wearing it to show respect for the Sons, since he was going into their territory.

"I'm nervous." He rasped.

"Me too." I sighed. "My sister will accept you no matter what. She's independent minded."

"That's good but I want your pops to at least tolerate me." He frowned. "I look good right?"

"Handsome." I gave him a quick peck on his lips and wiped them clean of my red lipstick.

"You look good." He rubbed his hands over my arms. "You ready to head out?"

"Yeah." I smiled. "Yeah, let's go before we both chicken out."

He chuckled. "I'm an outlaw but I'm scared as hell to meet your family."

"I think it's normal." I smiled as we left his house and walked to his bike. "We're taking the bike?"

"Yeah." He handed me my helmet. "It's nice out babe."

"It really is." I buckled the helmet and slid on behind him and held on as he took off towards Charming. I took time to attempt to enjoy the scenery leading into Charming. My riding glasses protecting my blue eyes from dust kick up and debris. Esai rode past the Welcoming to Charming sign and started to slow down as he approached the fairgrounds that the event was being held at. I tapped him on the side and pointed towards a convertible Mustang with Texas plates.

"Welcome to Charming." He smiled as he backed into the spot next to the Mustang.

"This is my sister's car." I smiled. "I could pick it out anywhere."

"Its clean." He nodded.

I leaned on the car and triggered the alarm and within seconds Dasha was rushing towards us. Her hair catching in the breeze.

"Malia!" She jumped on me. "Omg! You're here!"

I held her away and took in her attire. Her eyes were smudged with dark eyeliner and her lips were painted a deep red color. Her nose was pierced. The black metal hoop looked good on her. Her jeans were ripped, her tank top was cut low, giving me a glimpse of a lacy red bralette. "You look different."

"Thanks." She smiled. "It's my rock persona. Her name is Gypsy, she has daddy issues and a mean streak."

"Sounds about right." I laughed. "This is Esai."

"Hey." She pulled him into a hug and gave him a peck on the cheek. Her lipstick didn't leave any time of mark.

"Hey." He smiled. "Where's your colorful hair?"

"I thought I would try something new." She shrugged. "You guys going to watch me perform?"

"Hell yeah." I nodded. "Where's dad?"

"He's around him and Hap are security." She rubbed her neck. "I can grab him if you guys want. I got about five minutes to spare before I go on."

"Yeah do that." I nodded. Realizing it was better to get the meeting over and out of the way. That way if it went south we could escape now.

"Alright." She jogged away from us.

"Nervous." Esai wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck. "You okay ruca?"

"No." I shook my head as I saw Dasha return with our dad in tow. His eyes locking in on me from the distance. "This is bad."

"Malia." He looked from me to Esai then back at me. "This your boyfriend?"

"Yes dad." I smiled up at the blonde man.

"I'm Esai." Esai extended his arm but my dad made no move to shake it.

"I know who you are. I'm giving my daughter a moment to explain why she brought you here." He looked at me. "Malia, explain."

"He's my boyfriend." I said. "I brought him to meet you dad."

"Malia he's a Mayan!" He boomed. "I'm not letting you date Esai Alvarez."

"I'm an adult, I don't need your permission to date him." I crossed my arms and glared up at him.

"No." He shook his head. "You're not dating an enemy of my club."

"He's not my enemy. He's my boyfriend. I care about him." I spoke. "Regardless, I'm staying with him."

"With all due respect sir." Esai started. "I really care about Malia, if I didn't then I wouldn't be standing here with her now. I want to be with her."

"No." He shook his head. "You get away from my daughter. I don't want you with her."

"Whoa." Dasha said. "Dad, he makes her happy, let them stay together."

"Dasha, go with your band. Stay out of this." He looked at her. "Go sing."

"I'll be back." She glared at him. "Sorry guys." She hugged me tightly.

"Dad." I said. "Don't make a big scene, let's go watch Dasha."

"He needs to leave." He said through gritted teeth. "Now."

"If he leaves, I leave." I crossed my arms. "It's my choice to date him. He doesn't care that I'm a daughter of a Son."

"He's probably just using you." He rolled his eyes.

"I'm not using her." Esai said. "I didn't know who she was until after we started dating and started to get to know each other."

"I don't want you with my daughter." He said. "I'm not letting him through the gate. You can come watch your sister perform, or you can leave with him."

"No." I poked my dad in his chest. "He's my boyfriend and we both want to see D perform. You can let Dasha date a man almost twice her age and who's your friend but you can't let me date Esai?"

"He's the enemy. Hap isn't." He said. "Malia, I'm not in the mood for this shit right now."

"Us either." I said. "We're going in to see Dasha."

"No." He said. "Try it and I'll have all the Sons out here."

"Whatever." I scoffed. "Come on Esai, let's go."

SOASOASOA

Kozik POV

"What was that?" Happy asked as I walked through the gate. "Malia hook up with a Son too?"

"Mayan." I growled. "She's with Esai Alvarez."

"What the fuck?" He looked at me as we walked over to the stage.

"He's her boyfriend." I shook my head. "Can you fuckin' believe that bullshit?"

"No." He rasped as we watched Dasha singing on stage. Her voice was eerie and raspy as she belted out some rock song.

"I'm pissed." I crossed my arms. "The fuckin' nerve for him to turn up here."

"At least she didn't keep him a secret Kozik." He looked at me. "Or could have came here saying she was knocked up or married to him. Him being a Mayan ain't the end of the world. If she loves him she's gonna be with him. You getting mad is pushing her into his arms."

I stared at him. He was usually a man of very few words. So this was cool of him to talk. Plus he was right. "You're right."

"I know." He nodded. "She's good." He pointed towards Dasha who was strutting around on the stage and singing her heart out about something I didn't even understand.

"She's in her element." I sighed. "They're coming back." I pointed to Malia and Esai walking towards us.

"Be nice." He said. "Could be worse."

"We're here for D." Malia glared at me over her shoulder.

"I'm sorry for being a dick." I kissed her head. "Just threw me for a loop."

"I forgive you." She hugged me. "She sounds bad ass."

"Yeah." I nodded. "She really does."

"I can't believe that voice is comin' from her." Esai said.

"She's forcing it." Happy said. "She don't sound like that all the time."

"How would you know?" Malia gave him a nasty glare.

"Because I've listened to her sing over a dozen times." He looked back at her.

"I've been listening to her my whole life though." She crossed her arms. "You don't know her voice better than I know it."

"Do you know what?" He stepped around me. "I know her."

"You've know her like three months." She shot back.

"You two knock this shit off." I stepped between them. "Settle this shit later."

"Thank you!" Dasha yelled into the microphone.

"I know her better." Malia muttered under breath.

"Why don't you shut the fuck up?" Happy glared at her. "Unlike you at least I'm helping her through her recovery."

Malia crossed her arms and moved back against Esai. "Low blow."

"Not a low blow. You just can't handle the fuckin' truth." He shot back as Dasha wrapped her arms around his waist.

"What put the bugs up your butts?" Dasha looked between Malia and Happy. Her brown eyes growing darker as the moments of silence continued. "What did you do Malia?"

"Oh so it automatically has to be my fault?" She looked at her older sister.

"So Happy? What did you do?" Dasha looked at him then me then at Esai.

"I didn't do shit. All I said was that you were fuckin' forcing your voice." He shrugged. "She got all bitchy."

"Can we not?" Malia asked. "I came her for you two to meet Esai. Not for me and Happy to get into petty bullshit arguments."

"Esai and I are already cool. Liked him since that phone call." Dasha laughed. "Welcome to the dysfunctional family E, may you never know the wrath of papa Kozik."

Esai rubbed the back of his neck. "Thanks Dasha." He wrapped her in a quick awkward hug.

"Welcome." She laughed. "Come on Happy, come help me out with my country song."

Happy shrugged and allowed himself to get dragged off into the crowd by his kutte.

"How dare he say that." Malia looked at me. "I've been busy."

"I'm lost." I shrugged and rubbed my head in confusion.

"The recovery thing. I've been there every single time before now dad." She looked at me.

"Yeah baby I know." I hugged her. "Fuckin' relax yourself."

"I'm relaxed." She pulled away. "So you're not mad about Esai and I anymore?"

"No." I said. "You two should leave before the not so nice Sons get a whiff of the Mayan. You got a key and the address so go to the house and we'll be there in like two hours."

"Alright." She sighed. "Come on babe let's go. I don't need your handsome self getting into a fight or going to jail."

"Arright." He rasped. "Bye Kozik, nice meeting you."

"Same." I smirked. "No babies! I won't stand for it!"

SOASOASOA

Dasha POV

"Happy." I laughed as he lifted me up off the ground. "Seriously? In the woods?"

"Yeah." He bit my neck softly. "Only way I can make it through the rest of this event."

"Gotta be quick." I let out a yelp as he raised my dress up and moved so we were hidden behind a giant tree.

"Nah." He set me down. "Not quick."

I rolled my eyes. "Fine babe. Let's do this." I moved my hands to his belt buckle and got it undone when his phone started to ring. "Ignore it." I lifted his shirt and losses the smiley faces.

"Can't." He answered it. "Yeah, I'm with her why?" His hands buckled his belt back.

"What's wrong?" I looked up at him.

"Yeah. We're coming." He closed his phone and pocketed it. "Someone tagged your car."

"What?" I looked at him. "Not Bawse!"

"Dumbass name for a car." He held my hand as we made our way to the parking lot. My heart started to pound faster as we got closer.

"Oh my fucking God." I dropped to my knees when I saw Bawse. My black mustang had been trashed. "Who would do this?" I stood and ran my hands over the rag top. There were cuts and slices all over it. Deep scratches in the body. The tires were slashed and all I wanted to do was curl up in a ball and cry. Bawse was my most prized possession. It took over a hundred lap dances to even come up with the hefty down payment.

"What happened to the alarm?" Happy wrapped me into a hug.

"I must have forgotten about it when Malia triggered it." I sagged into him. "Can you take me home?"

"What about the country thing?" He looked down at me.

"Don't want to do that shit." I shook my head. "Look at it Hap! All my hard work and money gone. When I find out who did this shit, I swear to fuckin' God I will murder them."

"I'll call for the flatbed." He rasped. "We'll fix it up brand new Dasha. I promise."

"I know." I leaned up and he gave me a kiss. "Take me home. I cannot deal with this shit. I may lose it."

"It'll be fine. Probably a jealous bitch did this shit." He rasped against my head.

That put an idea into my head. "Omg, I know who did this shit. That fuckin' bitch Cole, she had auditioned to be in the band."

"Relax." He put his hand on my stomach to keep me from running off in search of her. "The flatbed is coming, we can leave. You can kill her when there aren't any witnesses."

"Will you help me?" I blinked up at him and he nodded yes slowly.

"You kill, I make it disappear." He smirked. "Let's go, I still want to fuck you Dasha."

"The feeling is mutual." I laughed.

#

"Jesus." Happy collapsed on top of me in a sweaty panting mess. "Were you trying to snap my dick off inside of you?"

"Maybe." I sighed. "You think they heard us?"

"Guaranteed they heard us. Or at least your loud ass." He rolled off of me.

"Not my fault I'm vocal." I laughed and sat up.

"Your little dimple piercings look good." He lit up a cigarette.

"You told me time and time again that I needed decoration on my lower back." I pulled his shirt on and wiggled back into my shorts. "You want a beer?"

"I need two." He held up his hand. "Please."

"Of course." I smiled and left my room.

"You hit high notes I didn't think were possible." Malia looked at me and I felt myself blush.

"It was phenomenal." I laughed. "Bawse got vandalized. He's in need of total body work."

"Who did it?" She looked at me.

"I think this bitch who didn't make the band did." I opened two beers for Happy. "I feel it in my gut. You get time to give your man some lovin'?"

"Yeah before you two got here. You sounded like a porno. Scared Esai into the backyard." She frowned.

"Sorry." I laughed. "Can't promise it won't happen again."

She rolled her eyes as the front door opened and our dad stepped through.

"I heard what happened to your car." He hugged me. "You screwed me out of a bet I had with Bobby Elvis. Now I got to wear a damn dress for a day."

I laughed. "Better shave your back and your legs."

"Not a chance in hell." He shook his head. "Where's he at Malia?"

"Backyard." She whispered. "Let's go get you two properly acquainted."

"Alright." He let her drag him out the back door.

I walked in my room and handed Happy his beers. "Love you."

"Love you." He smiled. "I got the bitch staying in my room at the clubhouse can I keep crashing here?"

"Yeah." I smiled. "Make yourself at home."

"I will." He pulled me down on top of him and kissed me. "You think you can be quiet now?"

"I can try to be." I smiled against his neck.

"You really gonna try to kill that bitch?" He snaked his hands under my shirt.

"Yes." I nodded. "You seen my car. I need to avenge his death."

"Find her and I'll help you." He smirked. "It'll be an early Christmas gift."

"Thanks." I whispered as I ran my nails over his smoothly shaven head. I wondered just how bad it'd be to see him kill for me. Half of me was afraid and the other half was curious.