AUTHOR'S NOTE: * - are quotes/paraphrase from the show "Vikings" spoken by Ragnar Lothbrok. Hope you guys enjoy this chapter! As always thanks for all the feedback.

Men, Cheyenne thinks, they are all so predictable. She's not surprised that Jax would mention this to her as they are both in bed a sweaty mess. She's nothing but a pile of sated limbs and is ready to fall asleep and she's sure that she could probably agree to anything he tells her. But her eyes pop open at his words and she's unsure if she heard him correctly. In fact, maybe having a sated mind makes her hear and sees things clearer.

She leans up on the bed and her grey eyes look down at him. He is able to meet her eyes with a sheepish smile as she mulls over his words.

The club is getting into the porn business. Scratch that they are already in the porn business and Jax is in charge of this.

She isn't upset really. She's glad Jax is trying to help Luann and the club, but it is porn he is getting into. She has no problem with how consenting adults choose to make their money. It isn't her business frankly.

It's just Jax is going to be surrounded by naked women daily and no woman is really comfortable with that. But from what he is telling her, he seems excited by the venture and there is the positive side that porn doesn't mean a jail sentence or her planning his funeral.

"You don't trust me." Jax says quietly.

Cheyenne shakes her head. "No, it's not that."

She just doesn't like the temptation this place will essentially offer him. But she trusts Jax so she's getting worried over nothing.

"But I'm happy for you and the club." She tells him with a smile. She sees some tension leave his shoulders and he flashes a smile.

She then finds herself being pulled down flat on her back while Jax hovers over her.

"Again?" She asks with a small laugh. Sometimes, she thinks it's unnatural for Jax to have such a high libido or really that if they aren't too careful they may end up with another kid on their hands.

"You say that like it's a bad thing." He replies.

"Abel –"

"Is sleeping," Jax finishes as he catches her lips in a kiss.

…

Lip thinks he may be having a heart attack. No, he is having a heart attack. Or maybe it's a panic attack. It's something because for the life of him he is surprised he is able to breathe properly.

Not once in Isla's time at school, in Charming, or all her extra-circulator activities, he has ever received a phone call that he has just received. Isla has never gotten into any trouble and most certainly not a physical confrontation.

And he knows something very severe is wrong. He thinks just maybe he should have had Gemma tag along for something like this. He isn't one for talking especially to members of authority. In fact, if someone has hurt his baby girl, there isn't going to be much talking done at all.

He rushes into Charming's Middle School not caring about Parking laws or Speed Limits as he makes his way into the office. He doesn't care about protocols about signing in because he is about to raise Hell when he catches sight of Isla. She's sitting there with scraped knees and scratches on her face along with a bloody nose.

"What the fuck happened!" He roars as he kneels down and examines her stretched clothes.

"Dad –"

"Mr. Henderson, there is no reason for that foul language." The secretary says from the desk.

Lip throws daggers at the secretary before his eyes scan the office where he finds a little scrawny boy with dark hair on the opposite side of the room nursing a black eye. He looks to be in the same amount of damage as his daughter. Lip nearly loses his shit that a boy would do this to his little girl.

"Dad?"

He looks down at Isla, her green eyes swimming in unshed tears. "You okay?" He asks her gently.

"Yeah," she says and he can tell she wants to cry, but she doesn't.

He brings his daughter into a tight hug and then demands the fucking nurse.

…

Lip doesn't care about the other kid, whose name is apparently Cliff. After all, he can't wait to take a chunk out of the boys' parents that they would even condone teaching their kid to put hands on a girl. Worse, even after taking pictures and having the nurse tend to his daughter the bastard's parents still weren't at the school.

However, after almost an hour, Cliff's dad eventually strolls through into the Principal's office. Lip eyes the man with a hairy eyeball and scoffs as he can see the Nazi tattoos peeking out of the man's collar.

"What seems to be the problem?" The man asks in a gruff voice.

"Problem?" Lip says not letting the Principal speak. "The problem here is your boy scout got in a fight with my daughter."

The man eyes him before his eyes go to Isla and Lip stands in front of his daughter protecting her from the man's gaze.

"Again what is the problem?" He repeats.

Lip clenches his fist.

"Mr. Henderson and Mr. Weston –"

That makes Lip's head pop up as AJ Weston was apparently an associate of Ethan Zobelle, the owner of the new cigar shop breaking ground, and the man who came to the clubhouse to warn them about selling to color.

Lip barely hears what the principal has to say after that instead his eyes burn into AJ's form.

"Since when do we allow Neo-Nazi's at schools?" Lip asks bluntly taking the Principal back.

AJ sneers at him.

"Men, please, we need to discuss the level of violence at hand."

"My daughter was just assaulted. I think Mr. Weston here should be the only one attending this meeting."

"So my son happened to get a black eye by himself?"

"Self-defense." Lip points out. "I mean considering the lifestyle you live, I can see where Cliff might get his disturbing behavior."

AJ clenches his fists and Lip smirks.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Weston, but Cliff, according to multiple witnesses struck Isla first." The Principal says trying to get a word in edge wise.

"That's bullshit!" The little boy says.

"Cliffy!" AJ warns.

The Principal frowns. "Cliff will be suspended for two weeks and if this behavior continues I will have no choice but to intervene."

"Don't bother; I'm removing him from this school." AJ says as he storms out.

…

Isla hasn't said anything since they left the school. Lip is worried, plain and simple.

He pulls into the lot of Teller Morrow and he motions for Isla to follow him into the office. He spots Gemma in the office, but Clay's bike is nowhere on the lot. Gemma is busying filing paperwork and she glances at him briefly before her head whips back as she takes in Isla.

"What the hell happened!" She asks and Lip thinks this is the most reaction he has since out of Gemma since her car accident.

"Gem –" Lip begins.

"Don't Gem me!" She retorts. "What the hell happened to her?" Gemma asks as she rushes up to Isla and checks over her injuries.

"Where's Clay?"

Gemma whips her head up and eyes him suspiciously before she purses her lips. "He's meeting with Unser."

Lip grimaces as he nods his head.

"Cheyenne is home with Jax and Abel." Gemma tells him.

…

Cheyenne and Jax with Abel arrive on the lot the same time as Clay and Tig.

Cheyenne looks at her brother, who is pacing in front of the office. She can tell that he is barely containing his rage. She's concerned as he didn't really explain what had happened to Isla and only said that she needed to bring Jax. She shifts Abel higher on her hip as she heads into the office while Jax approaches Lip.

Cheyenne isn't sure what to expect, but she is taken back by the sight of her niece with scrapes and a bruised nose that leads to her eyes.

Gemma immediately takes Abel out of her arms as she frowns at Isla. It seems for the most part Isla's injuries have been tended.

Cheyenne gives her niece a smile that isn't returned. Cheyenne checks her nose and finds that it's just bruise and checks over some of the scrapes. She does find some gravel in the wounds.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?" Cheyenne asks softly as she digs some of the debris out of Isla's knee.

Isla shakes her head.

Cheyenne doesn't press her. After all, she thinks she has a pretty good idea of what happened. She is just concerned with what would be a catalyst to Isla getting into a fight at school. Worse, is that there really isn't much for her to do to help her niece. Cheyenne stands up as she eyes Gemma, who is watching with open concern.

"I'm going to see what is in the kitchen to eat and drink."

Gemma nods her head before Cheyenne leaves the office.

Gemma presses a kiss to Abel's head as she bites down her own emotions as she looks at Isla. Even though the origins of her injuries were vastly different from how Gemma got her physical and emotional ones, she can't seem to separate the two. She can't help but to take in Isla's pain as her own.

She holds Abel tighter as she takes a sit next to the girl she considers to be her first grandchild. She wraps her arms around her and presses her close.

"It'll be okay, baby. It'll be okay." Gemma soothes.

Gemma feels her shirt get a little wet.

…

"Lip, you need –"

"Don't tell me to fucking calm down," Lip snaps at his Vice President. It wasn't Jax's child that got into a fight with a Neo-Nazi's son. It wasn't his child that refuses to even say what happened to provoke such a beating. Jax wasn't the parent in this situation. Jax was just barely a parent at all.

His child was in danger. Lip isn't stupid to not think this all leads back to whatever warning Ethan Zobelle wanted to send. It's taking all his common sense to not go to the cigar shop with his bare fists. He doubts that Ethan would even put up much of a fight anyways.

"Think man all he wants is a reaction," Jax adds.

"Yeah, son, you need to think smart." Clay agrees.

Lip glares openly at them. Their words aren't helping him at all.

It is also taking everything in his power not to lose his shit with the two of them. Ever since Donna's death, he can tell that the two of them have been butting heads over the littlest and stupidest shit. Then with them going through their pissing contest, Opie, his best friend, is suicidal. And right now, he can feel the shit just piling up. He knows that this won't even be the climax of it all.

Lip clenches his jaw and is about to tell Clay and Jax to go to hell when the clubhouse doors open and reveals his sister.

He doesn't bother with goodbyes or anything as he rushes out the door to grab his daughter and leave.

…

Cheyenne isn't surprised by her brother's attitude or actions. Frankly, she is surprised that he hasn't done anything rash. But when Jax goes to follow Lip, she holds him back.

She knows it's best to give Lip space and time to navigate this. She knows that this wasn't just any fight that Isla got involved in. It was something worse – something related to the club.

Cheyenne tugs on Jax's arm and motions for him to follow her. She ends up taking them to his former dorm room.

She sits on the edge of the bed and she looks warily at Jax. Mostly because he had told her about the porn business, but it was clear there was something out that had Lip believing this incident was a byproduct of the club.

And this, with her asking for the truth, is all new to the both of them. She knows Jax isn't used to having someone to just tell things too. And she needs to come to terms that some days it will be harder than the rest. Things will be busy and chaotic. She has to trust Jax in letting her know things aren't looking good.

She doesn't want to sound accusatory, but she does. "Is there something I should know?"

Jax rubs his hands down his face and he takes a seat next to her. His jeweled covered hand takes one of her plain ones. His thumb rubs the top of her hand.

He's quiet for about a minute before he talks. "There might be a new player in town."

She's dubious of the might. She is pretty sure that there is someone new in Charming that is about to be the club's new adversary. "Going after kids?" She probes.

At this Jax looks at her. His blue eyes shine with sincerity – worry. "I don't want you to worry. It could be a coincidence."

Cheyenne shakes her head. She doesn't really believe his words. She knows that he doesn't really believe that whatever happened with Isla is a coincidence.

"When did they arrive?"

"At Bobby's party."

Cheyenne's brows furrow at that. "Bobby's party was nearly almost two weeks ago." She points out with an edge in her tone.

"I know. I was going to tell you."

Cheyenne scoffs. "When was that going to be, huh? When another warehouse blows up?"

"I think my mom being in a car accident was more pressing," Jax snaps slightly.

Cheyenne presses her lips in a thin line as Gemma's car accident was the night of Bobby's party. And any anger leaves her. She knows she has no right to be mad at Jax right now considering that right now she isn't exactly being an honest person herself.

"Sorry." Cheyenne says.

"I know, babe," he tells her softly. "Believe me, if there is something you need to know, I'll tell you."

Cheyenne decides to believe him.

…

Deciding to give the new parents a break, Gemma practically demands that she gets Abel for the night. With everything going on, she wants to keep her grandson – the innocent – close to her. Abel and Isla are probably the only two pure things she has in her life. The two things that aren't fully tainted by the lies and violence of the world she loves and lives in.

She holds Abel close to her heart that almost beats irregularly just thinking about these men possibly targeting the innocent babies she loves – her grandchildren. She slightly wonders if this is all part of some elaborate scheme of theirs that isn't for the club, but for her.

These are all just little ploys to crack her. She didn't follow through with their demand of telling Clay and Jax to stop selling guns to color. She hasn't said anything of that night. She had changed the circumstance to a car accident. She knows that they didn't anticipate that. She knows they underestimated how strong she is.

It's probably the only thing that keeps her strong these days. In fact it is what makes her smile as she thinks about the attack in the dark of the night. Those sick bastards did underestimate her. She could laugh and probably spit in their face at the mere thought they could shatter her to pieces. Sure, they may have ripped or dulled her sharp edges. She'll admit to that, but they didn't break her.

She wouldn't have been the strong mother and matriarch of an outlaw club if she was made of glass. However, what is made of glass is her concern for her grandbabies. Abel and Isla could break her, but at the same time it could make her a wild caged animal that can be ruthless and brutal. She wouldn't care about any consequence when it comes to them.

She looks down at Abel. The spitting image of Jax and Thomas with blue eyes and blonde hair and lately her thoughts turn to John, the father of her sons and frankly the love of her life. She loves Clay, but she knows the truth of that love is twisted in lies and blood. But John was something pure. The type of love you only get once in life. It was messy especially towards the end, but it was love. Just love. And now she thinks about him especially in the final months of his life when both of them were merely strangers.

She couldn't hide her hate about his sorrows and regrets especially when he had left her alone with their dying son to bury his grief – his failings as a father – in some young Irish pussy. She knows out of everything that was what had really pushed her and John apart. It's what had pushed her into Clay's arms.

But before that, she and John were happy. Gemma had thought she and John were going to grow old together. He would – should – have been here to see the birth of his first grandson. Yet, as the club got deeper into the outlaw world, she had known John couldn't stomach what it meant to really live on the fringes of society. He couldn't handle the sacrifices that came with the club. She knew it got worse once Jax starting emulating him.

Yet, John was a smart man. He could see things – the big picture – others couldn't. He wasn't afraid to be the one opposing voice to what everyone agreed with. And she thinks maybe John did see this down the road. Sure most clubs had their unspoken – unwritten – rules, but they were an outlaw club. At the end of the day, everything came down to money, territory, and ego. And nothing would get in the way of an ambitious man. After all, those who seek power have to lower themselves to pick it up*. She knows this from experience. She and Clay both do. And she thinks just maybe John wanted to prevent this. Even though their love had turned black, he still wanted to make sure his family wouldn't be in danger – wouldn't be hurt.

But she knows there is no use in looking back especially since she isn't going that way*.