It's Friday here, just, so happy update day! Thank you so much for the favourites, follows and reviews! Please read the author note at the bottom as there was something I wanted to clarify for a couple of readers :)

Enjoy!

Chapter 2

When Bella woke, a little later than normal, the next morning she was surprised to find the house empty. Looking out the window showed that Koz wasn't at his post from the previous day either. He'd obviously left. She shrugged it off, she couldn't blame him. Not after Edward's display the night before.

She put a pot of coffee on ready for when she got out of the shower and got on with her morning routine.

With a cup of coffee in her and a pop tart she got on with her job of lugging furniture to the curb ready for her Goodwill appointment. It was hard work that she wasn't used to and it wasn't long before her muscles were burning. She pushed past it and started dragging out the kitchen table. For something so small and beat up it was pretty heavy and she found herself struggling to get it down the porch steps.

Bella almost dropped the table as the roar of motors preceded two large bikes riding down the road and coming to a stop in front of her house. Instead she propped the table up as best as she could while looking out at the two men who stepped off the bikes. One was carrying a duffle bag that looked heavy over his shoulder. They were both wearing the leather vests that proclaimed them as Sons Of Anarchy but she didn't relax until they turned to face her and she realized one was Koz.

"Your back, thought I'd run you off," Bella said with a small smile for the blonde.

"Not even the scariest thing I've faced this month," Koz brushed her off with a grin. "Thought you'd still be sleeping off our late night Bella babe," he carried on, winking at her.

"Nope," Bella said, turning her attention to the other biker. He was smaller in stature than Koz but broader with jet black hair and vivid blue eyes. He also looked to be older than the blonde by a bit. She'd guess he was maybe in his late thirties.

"Bella, this is Donut, he's a friend. He brought something in case that douche comes back," Koz said, introducing the other biker. She wondered what their real names were for half a second before brushing it off. She was sure she wouldn't find out and it didn't matter.

"Nice to meet you Donut," Bella said, with a smile, she'd shake his hand but if she moved the table was going to fall.

"You too, beautiful," the dark haired man winked at her. She wondered with a blush if all bikers were unashamed flirts. She thought back to the only other one she had met, he hadn't been too blatant about it till they'd parted ways, then he'd laid it on thick. She guessed they probably were.

"Not that I'm complaining, the company was nice, but what are you doing back here?" Bella asked, looking back at Koz.

"You think I'm gonna leave you with those stalkers on your own? Shit, your dad would have my balls and my mom raised me better than that. Nah, you've got us till your pops rides in at least babe," Koz told her.

"I told you I cope fine on my own. I can deal with it. I don't need a bodyguard," Bella frowned, hoisting the table back up and edging down the stairs with it.

She was grateful when some of the weight was taken off her half way down the small steps. Koz helped her take the table to the curb.

"Yeah, I know. Just because you can handle it alone, doesn't mean you should have to. And like I said, your dad would have my balls. Not joking," Koz told her.

Bella sighed but headed back to the house. "Come on then, you can help me with the rest of this stuff, I've only got an hour before Goodwill gets here."

Donut and Koz were a good help taking the furniture out with her. Especially the bedroom furniture with the exception of her bed. The only things left when they had finished, before the van turned up, was her bed and the sofa. Going back in the house which now echoed every footstep Bella had to fight back tears. She was mostly over crying, but it hit her again, he was never coming back. And now, neither was she. Charlie would never again sit at the table for a meal she had made, would never get up from the sofa to grab himself a beer.

"Excuse me," Bella said as she rushed to the bathroom to give herself a minute. She didn't want to cry in front of the hardened men that a moment ago she had been laughing and joking with. She found they had a dark, dry sense of humor that she appreciated.

Drying her face she heard the monstrous roar of more bikes driving down the road. At this rate Mark, now the Chief, would turn up to see if she was having a party. He checked in every now and then. He was an alright guy but he wasn't Charlie.

She heard the sound of men talking outside as she walked down the stairs. Her heart pounded heavily as she realized that one of these men might be her biological father. She had so many questions. Bella wondered if he would answer any of them, or be able to answer any of them. She guessed she had a better chance than getting Renee again on the phone though.

She bit her lip in anticipation and anxiety before she straightened her shoulders and left the almost empty house. Outside were now five men, instead of the two she had left five minutes ago.

Bella looked over the new arrivals before doing a double take.

"Happy?"

The man in question turned his dark brown eyes on her, a small frown on his face. He hadn't changed at all. She realized he was looking at her in confusion, like he knew he should be able to place her but couldn't.

"Erm… last year Port Angeles?" She tried to jog his memory but realized the encounter probably hadn't meant a lot to him.

"Jailbait?" Happy asked, his eyebrows raising as he looked her over.

"Hey," Bella grinned, feeling her face flush at the sight of him. "See you're still as eloquent."

"See you're still a smart ass," he witted back with a deep chuckle.

Bella realized that one of the men here was her father and blanched slightly, a small wave of nausea rolling through her. "Please tell me you're not my dad!" Thoughts she'd had about him, were really not appropriate for family.

"How old do you think I am, little girl?" He scowled at her but she could see the humor in his eyes.

"I don't know, ancient," she grinned at him as he rolled his eyes, a smirk on his handsome face.

A sharp cough came from one of the other men and Happy's smirk dropped. His posture straightened up and his arms crossed over his broad chest.

Bella glanced at the two unknown men. One was slightly taller than the other with long blonde hair held back by a bandana. He was an intimidating figure but had a gentle face and kind brown eyes. The other was skinny, verging on too skinny with curly black hair, his eyes squinting looked to be a green but she couldn't make them out properly. All the men were in the leather vests that told the world what motorcycle club they were a part of.

"Bella that's Lorca, and this is Quinn, Rane Quinn," Koz introduced the two men and she took a deep breath.

"Nice to meet you both," Bella said, trying to smile past her nerves. She held her hands still despite the urge to fidget and kept her head held high.

"Hey, guys, I got some beers in, why don't we go grab one, hey?" Donut suggested with a quirk of his head.

All the men except Quinn left the porch and she realized this was her father. His eyes were a deep brown that matched hers but other than that she couldn't make out any features that matched her own.

"So. You're my father?" Bella asked as they stood facing each other in an uncomfortable silence.

"Looks like it. Yeah," Quinn nodded, his shoulders were tense.

"Did… did you know about me?" Bella asked the most important question in her mind first. Had he known and just abandoned her? Left her to her fate with Renee?

"Not until yesterday. Ren- Your mom sent me a letter. Said the man who had raised you was dead and that… erm. Just that you existed," Quinn trailed off awkwardly.

"Renee said I needed a parent still, and that she wasn't about to do it. Right?" Bella said. She could guess that much. She didn't need him to sugar coat anything when it came to Renee. After all Bella had lived with the woman for sixteen years.

"Er… yeah, somethin' like that," Quinn admitted.

"It's okay, you're off the hook. I'm eighteen, legally allowed to live on my own and I've been taking care of myself since I was six," she said, freeing him of any sense of obligation he may feel. Bella hadn't had a parent take care of her before, she didn't need one now. After all, she was legally an adult. She could vote, marry, serve in the army, and live alone. She just couldn't drink.

"I was hoping, maybe we could get to know each other. If I had known I had a kid, if I had known about you, I would have been there. I'm sorry for that, sorry I wasn't about, it wasn't my choice but…" Quinn trailed off again and she felt for him. This was bad for her, it must be awful for him, finding out he had a daughter only for her to be an adult by the time he found her.

"If you want to, sure," Bella shrugged, giving in to the urge to take her lip between her teeth.

"I would really like the chance kid, yeah," Quinn said, sounding sincere. "Maybe there's somewhere around here we could get a coffee and a bite to eat?"

Quinn hadn't lost the veneer of rage that was shrouding him. In fact it was getting steadily worse the more he learnt about his daughter. No doubt about it Bella was a sweet girl who despite her shitty childhood had grown into a woman with a good head on her shoulders and she was smart as hell. He was sure that Georgia, his Old Lady, would love Bella. He was also sure that Georgia would end up killing Renee when she found out some of the shit that Bella was telling him.

Georgia and he had decided a while back that kids weren't for them. It didn't work with the nomad life and Georgia was content without them. If they had known though. Damn, Bella would have had a better life. Would have actually had a childhood. Georgia might not have wanted kids, he might have not have wanted kids, but he had no doubt whatsoever that they'd have made decent enough parents. Much better than what Bella had.

Quinn didn't get it. Not a bit. If the bitch hadn't wanted Bella then why hadn't she found him? He would have taken her in and raised her. He would have loved the kid and taken care of her. He just didn't get the bitch at all.

"Alright, so tell me your favorite birthday?" Quinn asked the girl, his daughter. She was fairly shy but had a great wit which was coming out the more she relaxed with him.

"Erm… my ninth birthday I guess. A new girl in my class had a birthday the same day, and I was invited to her party. It was the first time I'd had a birthday party," Bella beamed in remembrance and once more Quinn wanted to put a slug in Renee's forehead. "And I won pass the parcel so I got a present too! It was a Barbie and I thought I was too old for them but I still have the thing. Slutty air stewardess outfit and all."

The waitress came and took their plates away from the table with a cautious look for them both. Quinn was used to it, it came with the territory of being a biker. People were either terrified or turned on, there was very little middle ground. He was surprised to see Bella shrug off the look too though, as though it was also something she was used to.

"What's your favourite dessert?" Quinn asked, trying to get to know Bella and take a break from her shitty childhood for now. What kind of fucking mother lets an eight year old pay the fucking bills?

"Erm… Sundaes, there's a bit of everything in them. Especially a hot fudge sundae. What about you, what's your favourite?" Bella asked, seemingly genuinely interested. She acted like she wanted to know him as much as he wanted to know her. He was enjoying it, he was surprised to find.

"Sundaes are good. Can't beat an apple pie though," Quinn grinned.

"You two want any desserts?" The waitress was back, her tone not hostile but far from friendly.

"You got apple pie?" Bella asked, the smile lighting her face, touching her eyes too and making them shine.

"Yeah, you want it with ice cream or cream?" This waitress wasn't getting a tip, not for the way she looked at Bella. He was going to need to fight someone in the ring as soon as he was able. This whole shit had made him murderous.

"Cream please," Quinn said with a smile for Bella. "You got a hot fudge sundae?"

"Yeah sure, with or without nuts?"

"Without please," Bella said politely, she was a good kid. He had no idea how. Especially as she hadn't lived with Charlie, the guy who played daddy, until she was sixteen. Even then from what she had inferred she was more of an adult than he was. Doing all the household chores, getting a job, fixing her own car when she learnt how.

"So, have I got any half siblings? Do you have a wife or girlfriend? Do I have any other family?" Bella asked eagerly after the waitress had left.

"No siblings, there is a wife though. Georgia," Quinn said with a smile. His Old Lady never failed to make him smile, even after ten years together.

"What's she like? Does she know about… erm. Me?" Bella asked looking down at the table, her long brown hair falling in her face.

"She knows, she wants to meet you. You know, if you'd like that one day. She's cool. You've also got an Aunt out in Bakersfield, she lives a few houses down from Happy's mom," Quinn said.

"Erm, yeah, I'd like that," Bella nodded and looked up from the table a little. "It must be nice for you and Happy knowing that your family can look out for each other, living so close and everything."

"Yeah, I guess. They get on alright," Quinn acknowledged, glad he'd steered the conversation in such a way that he could ask something that had been bugging the shit out of him. He wanted to know whether he and Happy were going to have one hell of a problem or not. "How do you know Happy then?"

"A year ago I was in Port Angeles with a friend and I was looking at some bikers," Bella's face lit up bright red. "They reminded me of some people. Happy called out and asked if I wanted a ride on the back of his bike."

Quinn tried to hold back his scowl. Both at Hap for hitting on his daughter and Bella for being stupid enough to get on the back of a strangers bike. He thought Charlie was a cop, surely he would have told her horror stories that should have stopped that fucking idocy.

"So I went for a ride with him. He found out how old I was, took me back and that was it. It was what made me get my own bike though, fix it up and learn to ride," Bella said bashfully. Great, fucking great. He just meets his daughter and she already has a crush on the killa. Possibly the scariest motherfucker in the entire club, which was saying shit, and his daughter was fucking blushing over the bastard. Still, he guessed it wasn't his place to get involved. He'd only just met her, she was eighteen and grown. And Hap wasn't one for leading chicks on. He was a one and done guy. He wouldn't fuck around with a girl like Bella who was obviously not the usual croweater pussy or slut just wanting a good fuck the killer usually went for.

"You got a bike?" Quinn asked, surprised but interested.

"Yeah, I mean it's just a dirt bike though, nothing like yours," she said with that blush again. Poor kid, she got that from his side of the family. His kid sister, Sonny, used to blush like a damn tomato over every little thing when they were kids. He guessed he'd have to fill in Sonny soon as well.

"Still, it's a start, and you taught yourself to ride?"

"Yeah, it resulted in a few trips to the emergency room and one hell of a concussion but I got it eventually," Bella gave a soft laugh at herself. He flinched. He knew how tough the road could be when you were starting out. "I got my license and everything."

They carried on talking over dessert about anything he could think of. Quinn wanted to know everything. He wanted to know her, and more than anything he wanted those eighteen years he'd missed back. He couldn't do fuck all about that though, what he could do was be a dad now, in anyway she would let him. It might be tough seeing as how she was an independent thing, but he was a stubborn bastard and he'd make it work somehow.

"So what are your plans? For after graduation and after you get rid of Charlie's place? College? Year out? Road trip?" Quinn asked, the sold sign outside of what had been Bella's house had him hoping she had some plan that he could be a part of somehow. He could chip in for college. Or get her an apartment. Something.

"I've got my diploma already, I tested out. So graduation isn't really a thing. I'm thinking of moving somewhere far away and trying to get a job learning to be a mechanic," Bella said over the last bite of her dessert. Quinn tried to hold back his surprise at that. She would get more shit than he thought she knew being a mechanic. It wasn't a job for the faint of heart. Guys would eat her alive. He surprised himself by being a bit worried about her. About this girl he had only just found out about, only just met. He started thinking how he could help her. He could always ask Las Vegas or Redwood to help out, they both had shops. And if it was for his daughter he knew the guys would at least ease her into the bullshit that came with that job.

He'd call Hopper and Clay, find out if either of them would be willing before he spoke to her about it. The guys would stop customers from harassing her and hitting on her. And looking the way she did, in a job like that she was going to get more than she could handle. Shit and hit on that was. And if she was working with Sons he'd get to see her more often, he dropped by most clubs fairly often. And unless shit was going down he could go wherever the fuck he wanted without anyone breathing down his neck. The perks of being president.

"When you planning on rolling out?" Quinn asked, wanting a time frame.

"The keys get exchanged in three weeks, so before then. I've got rid of the furniture, except my bed and the sofa. Just need to put some things in storage, check over my truck, it's roaring again instead of purring, then I can go when I'm ready," she said, putting her spoon down and wiping her face daintley with a napkin.

"You need any help?" Quinn asked hopefully. He wanted to stick around while he could, get to know her more.

"No I… actually, erm, yeah, some help would be good. Thanks," Bella said with a small frown on her face. She wasn't used to having help, that much was obvious. That shit would be changing.

"Bella, Hap and me are going to check into the motel, the other three are riding back to Tacoma. You've got my number, we'll be back in the morning though," Quinn said after they got back from their dinner. It had been nice. She had enjoyed getting to know him which made her hate Renee that little bit more.

"Er, Quinn, I think someone should stay here with Bella," Koz said, shooting her a look. She frowned. She'd told him five or six times that she had it. It was an annoyance yeah sure, but it wasn't like they'd actually hurt her. They just pissed her off.

"Why?" Quinn asked and Bella noted the sharp look that Happy sent Koz too.

"You wanna say anything here babe?" Koz asked her with a single raised eyebrow. Traitor. She saw both Quinn and Happy frown harder at the blonde then.

"Nope. I told you I've got it," Bella said, feeling her blood boil. What was it with guys thinking she couldn't do anything herself, handle anything herself. She was not a porcelain doll, she wouldn't break, she was more than capable of taking care of herself.

"Kozik!" Quinn barked in an authoritative tone that Bella really didn't ever want directed at her. It was actually pretty scary.

"Two punks have been stalking Bella. One of them broke in last night," Koz said, not even looking at Bella.

"What?" Quinn asked very quietly. It was even scarier than his bark. He actually sounded as though he could kill someone. "What the fuck are you saying Kozik and why the fuck are you just fucking tell me?"

"It's fine, I'm handling it. I was the one who got rid of Edward last night, not the biker guard dog. Don't worry about it. I'll be away from both of them soon," Bella said firmly. She wasn't going to be treated as though she was useless. Not again. Never again would anyone make her feel like she was less than she was. And she could handle this!

"Kozik, a word, outside now!" Quinn barked again. Damn it. The biker was going to spill everything, she could see it. At least she hoped he kept the supernatural aspect to himself.

"How long has this shit been happening little girl?" Happy asked her with his arms folded over his muscled chest, his arm tattoos on full display.

"Since Charlie died. I'm good though. I've got a gun by the door, one under the sofa and one by my bed. I'm handling it," Bella replied, her annoyance seeping through. Happy just responded by frowning harder, his deep brown eyes darkening till they looked like onyx.

"You know how to shoot?" He asked her.

"I fired the shotgun yesterday," Bella said.

"You know how to shoot?" Happy asked again.

"No," Bella knew she sounded sulky but it was either that or she got angrier. It wasn't any of the men here's fault, they didn't deserve her anger.

"Then we'll change that when your pops gets back inside," Happy said with an incline of his head, his eyes still a burning black. She found she liked it. It was dangerous, she could tell that, but that smoldering look made her heart flutter. She found herself blushing and looking away from the man she'd had more than one salacious dream about.

"They hurt you?" Happy asked after a few moments of silence.

"Nothing that wasn't self inflicted," Bella said.

"What's that mean?" He sounded like he was losing patience. Bella could feel her own ire rising in response.

"Means one of them tried… he kissed me when I didn't want him too. I punched him and broke my hand," Bella admitted, she didn't want to remember that day. She had felt weak, a feeling she despised.

"Self defense too then. Get you kicking ass little girl," Happy said, his back ramrod straight and his fists balled up tight under his arms. He looked really angry.

"I can throw a punch, Jacobs just got a really hard head," Bella defended herself.

"And when we're done you'll be able to get away from a kiss, or anything else you don't want," Happy said, his jaw clenched tight. "Go get your guns, see what you're working with."

Bella sighed but went to collect the guns that she had stashed around the house. Charlie's service weapon had been given back to the station, Bella had kept his others though.

She went back to the kitchen and placed the three guns on the countertop, after double checking the safety's were on.

"These are what you got?" Happy looked over them in distaste. She didn't know why, she was sure they all worked.

"Yeah," Bella said.

"Ammo?"

Bella huffed but went to get the boxes of ammo she had stored in her closet. As soon as everything was out of Charlie's room she had closed the door, never wanting to go in there again.

Happy spent a few minutes checking over the guns with the precision of a military instructor. He stripped, checked, loaded and carefully looked over each one. She wasn't sure she wanted to know how he got so good with them.

By the time he had finished Quinn came storming into the house, Koz on his heels with a fresh bruise on his right cheek.

"Tell me everything about these guys Bella. And I do mean everything. The impossible and implausible included," Quinn demanded as Koz sent her an apologetic look.

"I can't tell you everything, it's against their laws," Bella said quietly. She wondered if Quinn had the power to send her to that white padded room Koz had spoken of. She hoped not.

"Yeah, well, as a guy who doesn't exactly live life on the right side of the law I'm willing to risk it. I want to know everything," Quinn reiterated, his brown eyes flashed and were focused firmly on her face. Happy stood leant against the counters, his arms once again folded. Koz stood behind Quinn like a little puppy that had just had its nose bashed by a rolled up newspaper.

So Bella told the three men everything. From meeting Edward, to him rescuing her, to her figuring out what he and his family were. She told them of the gifts the family had. How after her eighteenth Edward had left her in the forest alone where Sam had found her. She explained being tortured by James before he finally bit her and how Edward sucked the venom out. She smiled at Happy as she recounted their meeting two weeks after her and Edwards split and how that had changed things for her. Bella talked about Jake turning his back on her. Then told them about Laurent and the pack. How Edward came back saying he'd made a mistake, how she had grown a back bone and told him that he had made a mistake and she was over him. How Jake came crawling back then as well. She told him about the newborn army and Victoria. How Charlie had paid for it before the army had been destroyed. Then about how both Jacob and Edward had tried to 'comfort' her from then on.

They had only interrupted a few times to clarify things but she could see the disbelief in Happy's eyes. Quinn looked skeptical too, although he was trying to hide it.

"And you believe this?" Happy rasped at Koz when Bella had finished and put on a pot of coffee. Her throat was dry and sore from talking so much. She was proud of herself for getting through her story without crying though.

"Dude, that guy, my bullet bounced right off him, a perfect headshot. And he had me pinned without any effort, I was giving it my all too. If Bella hadn't ignored me and come in I'd be dead. No doubt in my mind," Koz said seriously, his arms crossed defensively in front of him.

"Not sure what to think. Whatever this is it's some fucked up shit. Guess we show you how to shoot and fight then Bell," Quinn said, his eyes calculating and thoughtful. He gave a nod to Happy who picked up the guns and headed for the yard.

The three men worked her for almost four hours after that. Way after it had turned dark and cold. She learnt to shoot all three guns, and a fourth that she was advised to keep on her at all times and not ask questions about.

By the time they had finished the shooting lessons Bella was able to hit a target. Not always well but she could hit it.

After that they taught her some basic moves to get out of a hold, and ways to hit, hard and fast, that hurt. Koz had said she had a good arm and Quinn had nodded his agreement. Happy though didn't speak. He just corrected her stance and put her through the paces again. That one word rasped out repeatedly 'again'.

"Get a shower and some sleep Bell. We'll carry on tomorrow," Quinn had said when it was too dark to see. "I'll camp out with you, Hap, you have Bell's room."

So yes, Happy was the man on the bike. When I thought of Koz getting the picture I just thought of an intelligence guy like Juice sending it or showing it. Renee didn't send a picture so Happy hadn't seen it. Okay, I hope that makes a little sense. It's 3am here, so if it doesn't let me know and I'll try to be more coherent at a later point :)