"I'm sorry, Ana. It kills me to see you with him. I told him it would be okay. I thought it would be." It was almost difficult to understand him as his accent thickened from the emotion and liquor. I shook my head and let out a long breath.

"Fillip, you broke my heart in a way that I never thought you would. I trusted you and you left me when I needed you most. To be honest, it may have been for the best. I realized I never got over Opie." I said with complete honesty as a tear ran down my own cheek. I'd anticipated being angry, not sad.

"So, you never loved me. It was always going to be Opie." Chibs concluded with a frown as he moved his gaze up to my eyes. I shook my head and took his hand in my own.

"I loved you Chibs. A part of me still does, but I can't be with you. We both know that. I understand if it's hard for you to see me with Ope. I can stay away from the clubhouse for a while. Maybe just ease into it." I said with a weak, apologetic smile. Chibs shook his head and pulled his hand away gently.

"Nah, there's no point. I'll get over it." He said flatly before turning away and heading back into the party. I sat down on a swing and scratched the toe of my shoe across the dirt. Regardless of how shitty Chibs treated our relationship, I hated to see him hurt.

"Ana?" Opie's voice was low and soft. I looked up from the ground and gave him a little smile. He relaxed and walked closer.

"I'm fine. I just feel bad for hurting him." I confessed as I rested my head on his side as he stood by me. He ran his hand over my hair, but didn't respond. I knew it was hard on Opie as well.

Chibs and Opie had been brothers for years, so I knew that bond put a strain on Opie. He was torn between what he wanted and who he was. I just hoped that we could find a way to balance the two.

"Do you want to go to the rally?" Opie asked after several minutes of silence. I looked up at him and raised my brow. The rally was coming up in about a week and I wasn't aware any of the women were going.

"Really? I thought it was a boys only thing." I said with a teasing smile. He shrugged with a light laugh.

"It usually is so we can get some action on the road. I just want you, Ana. It'll be fun." He said as he stepped in front of me and pushed the swing back. I was eye level with him and wrapped my legs around his waist.

"Okay, but I want to ride the Iron." I said with a flutter of my lashes. Opie grimaced a little until I leaned forward and kissed him softly.

"It's outside of Vegas, babe. If you feel up to it, then ride it. I don't want you to hurt." He growled between kissing me. I pulled back and narrowed my eyes.

"Why? So I don't hit the pills again?" I asked with a sigh. He shook his head with a mischievous smile.

"Nope, so I don't have to worry about you being too sore to fuck." His smile was bright and I could tell he was being honest. I laughed and shook my head.

"One track mind, Winston." My teasing led to Opie picking me up from the swing and throwing me over his shoulder. I laughed and smacked him on the back of his kutte, demanding he put me down.

"Got any more smart ass comments, munchkin?" He asked with a laugh. I smacked his ass as hard as I could.

"I'll come up with something." I squealed a little as he put me down just outside of the clubhouse. He was smiling and laughing as we walked back inside hand in hand.

OPIE'S POV

Ever since the party, Ana had limited her time at the clubhouse. She would drop by to bring me food or see Tara, but never stuck around much. It was finally Friday though, so I had no doubt she'd show up soon. I was finishing up with packing my saddlebags when Chibs rolled up on his bike, a brunette sitting behind him.

"Ay, what time is Clay planning on leaving?" He called out to me as he draped his arm around the brunette's shoulder. For the life of me, I couldn't remember ever seeing her around the club before.

"Wants to be on the road in an hour." I said before buckling the saddlebag and heading out of the garage bay. Chibs offered me a cigarette with a grin. The brunette was chewing on a piece of gum and smacking her lips.

I was thinking about asking who she was until I heard a couple of motorcycles approaching the lot. A minute later, Jax and Ana were pulling into TM on their bikes. She was all smiles as she backed her bike into the spot beside Jax.

She was wearing white shorts over black leggings and a black sweater with the beanie she'd long since claimed as hers. I couldn't help but smile as she turned the bike off and headed over to me. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me hello.

"Tara is going to check on Fiona while were gone." She said with a smile. She'd been worried about being gone for three days with a young kitten at home.

"Good, maybe she won't shred any more pillows." I said with a teasing laugh. The kitten was an all out terror, but Ana loved her so I tolerated her.

"Maybe. Can I bum a cigarette?" She asked as I flicked the butte of mine onto the pavement. I nodded and passed her my pack from the inner pocket of my kutte. She took one and lit up before turning her eyes to Chibs.

"Ya going to be okay to ride?" He asked with a curious expression. Ana shrugged and blew out a long trail of smoke.

"I'll be fine. I've gotta go talk to Gemma real quick." Ana headed off towards the garage office to avoid any further tense conversation. Chibs didn't try to hide his eyes watching her walk away.

"Who's the bimbo?" Juice asked as he walked up from the clubhouse and nodded back towards the brunette Chibs had brought in. She was talking to a couple of croweaters by the boxing ring.

"Tammy. She's riding down to Vegas with me." Chibs said simply. Juice and I both looked at him with raised brows. It was rare to take an old lady on the road, much less some sweet butt. I decided not to comment.

"Her funeral I guess." Juice muttered as he walked over towards his bike and started checking his tires. Chibs looked from Tammy to me and narrowed his eyes.

"Ya got a problem with it?" He growled. I raised my hands up and shook my head.

"I didn't say shit, brother." I wanted to kick Juice for even bringing it up. Chibs nodded and crushed the end of a cigarette with his boot as Clay walked out of the clubhouse.

"We're heading out in five. Opie, Hap, come here for a minute." He called out to everyone milling around the lot. Happy shoved a croweater off his lap and joined Clay and I by the fire pit.

"I know your old lady is riding with us. Make sure she stays between you two. Any Mayans show up, you three branch off. I ain't dealing with the doc if her sister gets hurt again." He nodded to signal that he was done giving out orders. Happy and I understood and headed to our own bikes.

"Stay between Happy and I, babe. We turn off you turn off." I said, running my hands down Ana's arms. Part of me wished she wasn't going, at least that way she'd be safer. She looked over at her bike and sighed.

"You would feel better if I rode bitch wouldn't you?" She was staring into my eyes, so I knew she'd notice if I lied. I closed my eyes and nodded slowly.

"You owe me, Opie Winston. Let me just grab my bag and helmet. I'll be your bitch for the weekend." She winked with a little smile before heading to her bike and unstrapping her back pack from the luggage rack and grabbing her helmet.

Happy watched and nodded to let me know he understood the change as Ana and I headed to my bike. The lot grew louder and louder as everyone started their bikes and got ready to head out. Ana wrapped her arms around my waist and kissed my neck as we rolled out behind Happy and the other sons.

ANA'S POV

The longer we rode, the happier I was that I'd decided to ride with Opie. As much as I loved my bike, his was more comfortable for long rides. Riding with my arms around his waist allowed me the luxury of watching the scenery instead of the road.

We pulled into Las Vegas County around sunset. The eight hour ride only afforded us a couple of quick stops, so I was more than happy to hop off the back of the bike after we pulled into the Las Vegas charter's clubhouse. I looked around and realized there had to be at least a hundred people hanging around and welcoming SAMCRO.

Opie introduced me to several members before we headed over to Happy and Juice who had found a bonfire and croweaters. The music was blaring and the alcohol was flowing as the night went on. After a couple beers and shots, I started getting agitated.

"Bitch needs to quit fucking staring at me." I growled as I caught the brunette with Chibs staring at me and running her mouth again. Opie followed my gaze and shook his head.

"Knew she looked like trouble." Juice said with a laugh as I turned to look at him. I couldn't help relaxing and smiling at his bright smile. If there was one good thing about Juice, it was his infectious smile. Opie ran his hand down my back before resting it just above my shorts.

"Let's go, darlin." Opie's voice was rough and suggestive in my ear. I smirked and nodded as I stood up from his lap. He wrapped a possessive arm around my shoulders and led me into the clubhouse and back to the dorm we'd be staying in. It was set up in a similar layout to our Charming clubhouse, with the addition of a stage and stripper pole.

Opie flung the door closed and locked it quickly. His hands were holding either side of my neck and his thumbs were just under my jaw, pushing my face upwards gently. I bit down on my bottom lip as his eyes gazed down into mine.

As if someone said go, Opie's mouth was kissing me forcefully, as I raked my nails down his arms. I could feel my heartbeat speeding up uncontrollably as he shoved my back against the wall. I could taste the Jack Daniel's on his tongue as it intertwined with mine.

"Wait." I groaned as his hands moved down to the button on my shorts. He pulled back with a scowl. I laughed and pushed him back and down onto the bed. He sat on the end and stared at me as I started stripping for him slowly.

I took off the stolen beanie and tossed it at him with a smile. His eyes darkened with seduction as I placed my hands on his knees and dipped my body down and grinded my chest on his. I moved my mouth close to his, teasing him and keeping my lips just out of reach.

I pushed off of him and peeled my sweater off, revealing the black, strappy bra I'd chosen specifically for this situation. His gaze warmed me and I realized I wouldn't be able to hold back as long as I'd originally planned. I shook my hair out and rolled my hips to the music that bled through the walls.

"Anastasia, you're killing me." Opie groaned as he reached out for me. I smirked at him and peeled my shorts and leggings off. I knew he probably couldn't even register seeing the matching, strappy thong I had on. I straddled him and kissed him deeply, rolling my tongue over his as I pushed his kutte and leather jacket off. He groaned as I ground my hips against his lap and rubbed my hands over my chest.

"Do you want me, Opie?" I whispered the words into his ear, knowing the answer already. He didn't say anything and moved my hand to his crotch instead. Feeling the hardness under his pants made me smile.

"Don't move." He growled after flipping me on my back. I smirked and ran my hand over my skin and down to my panties as he peeled his shirt off. He shook his head as he tossed his gun on the chair by the bed and yanked his pants and briefs off.

"I thought I told you not to move, Ana." He nipped my neck as he pushed my roaming hand onto the bed. I shrugged and licked his chest before biting his softly.

"I was never that good at taking orders." My voice faded into a moan as he slipped his hand underneath the fabric of my underwear. The pressure of his palm against my clit had me gasping for more of him. He circled my opening once, never entering it before withdrawing his hand and moving to remove my bra.

I whimpered as his mouth took possession of one nipple and his hand the other. He was licking and sucking at the same time his thumb and fingers were rolling the other nipple between tugs. My breath quickened as he hovered over me.

"Is this what you want, Ana? Do you want me?" He mimicked my earlier question as he pulled on my thong and drug it slowly down my legs. I nodded silently and bit down on my lip to keep from moaning loudly.

He kissed the black and grey skulls Happy had recently tattooed on my hip. I panted as he moved back up and guided his hardened member between my legs. His mouth curved into a smile as he entered me slowly at first before slamming into me.

"Fuck, Opie." I bucked my hips up to welcome more of him as he slammed into me again. The fullness and rhythm pushed me off the edge quickly. I clamped down around him and heard myself let out an involuntary scream. Opie silenced me with a kiss.

I bit down on his lip as he grabbed a handful of my hair and picked me up as he leaned back to sit on his knees. One powerful arm was wrapped around my lower back to support me as his other hand tugged at my hair.

I circled my hips as he thrust into me in a steady rhythm. As he picked up momentum, I felt myself building up again. I wrapped my arms around his neck and moved let my head fall back as I fell into a harder climax that sent shudders down my spine. Opie's breath quickened before my name fell from his lips in a groan as he found his own release.

We were both panting as he lowered me onto the bed and rolled off of me. I stared up at the ceiling and enjoyed the aftershock as Opie ran his ringed fingers up and down my arm.

We shared a shower that included another round of sex before crawling into bed naked and falling to sleep satisfied. I slept all night in the warmth of Opie's arm around me.

Hope everyone enjoyed that chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it. Next chapter will include the bike rally so definitely look forward to it :) I'm back to writing more so YAY! Please review, I love reading any and all responses I get to the story.