You guys are so amazing! Over 100 reviews! You have no idea how much it means to me, really. Thank you all. As we crested 100 reviews I thought that I would add a second chapter this week, despite doing very little to no writing this week. Hopefully I'll get back on it next week! I hope you all enjoy.

"Bells! We got a tow girl. Come on!" Tig yelled at her as she put her phone away. She got up from the picnic bench she'd been sitting on and walked over to the curly haired man who was waiting by the tow truck. This was only her second time on a tow, usually the guys did it. However it was just Tig and her working that day and it was a slow day, just after Thanksgiving, they didn't happen often thankfully but she wished she'd brought a book to read.

"Why are you smiling? Don't tell me, you're excited to be spending some one on one time with yours truly," Tig winked at her as she climbed into the passenger side of the Teller-Morrow truck.

"That's it Tig, you caught me," Bella laughed as they headed out. "Where are we heading?"

"Got a breakdown out by Oswalds, it's on the edge of town," Tig said to her while fiddling with the radio. "So what we listening to then Bells? Rammstein or Debussy?" Bella looked at him in surprise. "What? I'm cultured, I'm like an onion, lots of layers, be nice and I might let you peel some back," Tig said with a chuckle and another wink for her.

Bella was laughing when her phone started ringing. "You okay if I get this?" Bella asked Tig.

"Yeah, no worries sweetheart," Tig said with a wave of his hand. "Got about five minutes before we're there."

"Hey," Bella answered her phone with a smile. "How are you today?"

"All good. I'm heading back to California," Happy said, his gravelly voice sending a small shudder down her spine. She loved his voice, it was sinful.

"I've fallen for that one before," Bella said with a laugh. He'd told her twice before that he was heading back but hadn't delivered.

"Smart ass. I'll be there in a day or two. You best clear your schedule girly," Happy said.

"Really?" Bella asked, biting her lip.

"Oh yeah, really," Happy replied.

"Where are you now?"

"About two days out, maybe one if I hightail it," Happy witted.

"Now who's the smart ass?" Bella laughed.

"What you doing? Sounds like you're in a car," Happy said and she could hear him take a drag of a cigarette down the line.

"Going on a tow with Tig," Bella told him as Tig started slowing down. They could see a small Bug in front that was obviously what they were meant to be getting. "Looks like we are here."

Tig was just pulling over when hell seemed to break loose.

Tig grunted as the window next to him exploded.

"Tig!" Bella yelled, dropping her phone and scrabbling out of her seat belt over to him. His arm was bleeding but that didn't deter him as he pushed her down and pulled out his gun.

"Get down, stay down!" Tig shouted at her. Bella did as he said, flinching as bullets hit the side of the truck. They were sitting ducks.

Bella watched as Tig fired into the woods at the side of the truck. He grunted again and she saw a hole appear in his shirt at the top.

Pulling out her gun that she always carried Bella grabbed Tig and laid him down on the bench. "You okay?" She asked as she pulled her shirt off and pressed it to his chest.

"Need to get outta here sweetheart," Tig said, his face screwed up in pain. "Assholes made me drop my smoke."

Another wave of bullets hit and Bella chanced a look, her heart screaming in her chest, her hands shaking. A man was walking up to the truck, he had a hood on as well as a mask but Bella could see he was a large Black man. He was holding his gun out, ready to strike.

Heart in her throat somewhere Bella raised her gun and aimed it carefully before pulling the trigger. The man's throat exploded in blood and gore. She had aimed for his shoulder.

Keeping her gun in hand Bella started the truck back up and as quick as she could started driving them away.

"Good shot!" Tig said his voice quieter than she was used to.

"Grab my phone Tig. Find out if I'm taking you to the hospital or the club," Bella said, her hands shaking as the Bug started and was following them. "Keep your head down!"

She leant out the window, one hand on the wheel as she tried to shoot out the wheels of the car following them. It was harder than it looked in the movies. Out of six shots she hit one wheel and had to keep ducking as the men in the Bug were firing at her.

"Happy?" She heard Tig say and cursed as she realized that he must still be on the phone. "She's fine, I'm the one with two bullets in me! Thanks for worrying!"

Bella swerved as she heard a bang from the back right hand tire. She might have taken out one of their wheels but they'd returned the favor.

"Tig, pass me your piece!"

"Oh hell no sweetheart," Tig groused at her, his face paling as her shirt that he held to his chest grew steadily redder.

"Tig, pass me it and call someone to find out where the hell we're going!" Bella yelled as the Bug was gaining on them and still firing. Did these guys have unlimited ammo?

"She's bossy, you sure you want to go there Happy man?" Tig was saying into the phone as he passed her a gun. It was heavier than what she was used to.

She gave up aiming for the wheels of the other car and instead fired at anything she could hit. In doing so she took out the cars windscreen and a wheel making the car behind them crash into a tree.

"Fuck yeah! I'm in love! You sweetheart are awesome!" Tig declared as he did something with her phone. She hoped it was calling for help. Her breathing was harder as she slowed the truck down to a better speed to accomodate for the wrecked back wheel.

"Where are we going?" Bella asked Tig, she was surprised that her voice came out strong and steady.

"Clubhouse," Tig said, his voice even quieter. She had to keep him awake.

"So who've you pissed off today that much?" Bella asked as they headed back into town.

"Not me darlin', must have been you. That was some pretty good shooting back there," he complimented her. "Real action movie shit."

"Thanks, I hope they get Angelina to play me," Bella said, forcing a chuckle and holding the truck as steady as she could.

"Nah, she's nowhere near pretty enough darlin'," Tig said with a chuckle. "So you and Hap hey?"

"Yeah, he'll be here in a couple of days. He's going to take me out," Bella said, her voice still full of concentration. She glanced at Tig, he seemed pale but her shirt wasn't looking too much worse and he was talking.

"Wow, the Killa taking out the Princess, who would've thought. I knew he liked you but wasn't sure he was going to do anything about it," Tig told her. "He's going to be pissed I saw you in your bra before he did."

Bella went to reply when the roar of bikes had her attention. She looked out of the rearview mirror, one hand on Tig's gun only to relax when she recognised Clay, Juice and Jax. She breathed out a sigh of relief when the bikes rode in front of her and guided her the rest of the way to the garage.

Bella was surprised to find the gate of the garage closed, something she had never seen before. The prospect was the one to slide it open enough for them to get in and then close it right behind them. She noticed the look of pure hate he sent her.

Bella pulled up as close to the clubhouse as she could get. "Are you still with me Tig? If you crap out on me I'll have them get Will Farrell to play you."

"Oh hell no, I want Colin Farell, he'd do me justice," Tig joked back as she turned the ignition off. She breathed out a sigh of relief and chuckled.

The passenger door was ripped open by Clay who took one look at them both and was barking out orders.

"Chibs! Get here now! Bobby help him! We got you Tig brother," he added quietly. "Juice grab Bells a fresh shirt. You just stay there for a moment, okay sweetheart, when you're ready come inside." Bella nodded, trying to keep the images away now they were back safe.

Juice was back as the others were making their way into the clubhouse he passed her a shirt without looking at her. A small, sympathetic smile on his face.

"Thanks," she said, noticing it was a plain Teller-Morrow shirt, without her name on it. She was going to need a new one, no way would all that blood come out.

She put the shirt on, ignoring the slight stinging that came from her back, she thought she cut it on some glass.

Bella opened up the door and stepped out, thankful that Juice was silently waiting for her. She liked Juice, he was always kind, even when he was teasing.

As she jumped out she saw the blood splattered down the side of the truck. Tigs blood was all inside the truck. This had come from the man she had shot.

Her stomach lurched and she felt dizzy as she bent over and threw up whatever was in her stomach.

"Shit, you okay?" Juice asked, jumping out of the way of the vomit.

"I killed him," Bella muttered. She had killed someone, she was a murderer. She had taken a life.

"Stay here, I'll grab you some water," Juice said in concern. Bella nodded, spitting some more vomit from her mouth. It tasted vile. The man she had killed would never taste again.

"Good thing you haven't actually got the balls you think you have. You'd never make it as a prospect," Kip snarled at her from the back of the truck.

"Not now bitch. Go away," Bella said, catching her breath.

"Nah, what Tig gets shot and you start acting all girly trying to get the attention. That won't fly here," the prospect said, kicking the flat back wheel of the truck.

The way he spat out the word girly, a nickname Happy had for her snapped something in her.

"You know what, you're right. It is a good thing that I haven't got balls because I'd make a better prospect than you on your best day and you know it!" Bella said walking over to him, her chest heaving. "You're nothing but a little bitch sniffing around the big dogs to try and get a scrap of their leftovers. Good fucking luck to you. But I'm done being your metaphorical punching bag. Come at me again and we're going to have problems!"

"You bitch!"

"Isn't that your nickname?" Bella snarked back.

Bella held her ground even as Kip came for her, a fist raised. She hadn't been taking self-defense classes for nothing and if he did try and hit her she was going to have him flat on his back.

Before Half-Sac could do anything though Juice was grabbing him and slamming him against the truck. Bella reared back, she had never seen Juice angry. His jaw clenched and his cheekbones seemed to pulse in his face.

"Bella sweetheart, water's on the table. Have a bit and come on inside," Juice said softly, not taking his eyes off the prospect. "You're with me!" He snapped at Kip hauling him inside.

Bella took the water, rinsed her mouth and spat before drinking some. Her hands shook as she tried to get the lid back on and she gave it up before walking into the dimly lit clubhouse.

The clubhouse held some crow eaters, Lowell, Piney and Bobby. She wasn't sure where the others were but she assumed they were taking care of Tig.

"You alright kid?" Piney was the first to notice her.

"Yeah. I'm fine. How's Tig, is he going to be okay?" Bella asked, sitting down at the bar and sipping her water.

"Take more than a couple of bullets to take that fucker down sweetheart, don't you worry," Bobby said with a smile.

"So he'll be fine?" Bella asked again, wanting to make sure.

"He'll be back trying to look down your top in no time," Bobby winked at her.

Bella nodded and tried to smile. Her hands were shaking and she couldn't hold the bottle of water still in them.

"You want a smoke?" Bobby asked, holding out his pack of cigarettes and gesturing with his head back to outside the clubhouse. Bella thought back to the marijuana she had shared with her dad after she had the nightmare almost two months ago and surprisingly how much it had helped. Biting her lip she nodded and followed the large man back outside.

The first thing she noticed when she stepped out was the sick on the floor which made her stomach swirl again. "I'll just clean that up first," Bella said, she couldn't sit near that without vomiting again she was sure of it.

"Nah, leave it. Prospect can clean it up," Bobby said walking to the picnic benches well away from her shame.

Bella nodded and accepted the cigarette from Bobby as she sat down opposite him.

"You okay there?" He asked her. "You didn't get hit did you?"

"No, I'm fine. Just worried about Tig," Bella said, ignoring the burn on her back, it was a scratch and she wasn't going to complain about that.

They sat in silence smoking and Bella found the steady rhythm of breathing the smoke in and out while sitting in companionable silence soothing. Soon she noticed her hands had stopped shaking and she was breathing easier.

"Thanks Bobby," Bella said as she stubbed out the cigarette. It didn't taste very nice and her mouth now felt fuzzy like she desperately needed to brush her teeth but she felt emotionally better.

"Anytime sweetness," Bobby nodded, joining her as she headed back for the clubhouse. She didn't know if she should be getting back to work or trying to fix up the truck, but being around her family was preferable right then.

She decided it was probably better to ask. She was almost certain that no one else thought like Kip did, but just in case she didn't want to be seen as not pulling her own weight.

"Piney, Bobby? Should I be getting back to work or start on the truck?" Bella asked hesitantly, her water almost gone now.

"Oh no, you sit your perky little ass right there baby girl. That shit can wait, you've had a shock. Just relax a little," Gemma was apparently in the kitchen listening to every word. Bella hadn't realised and felt herself blush.

Bella nodded her head and went to answer as the door to the chapel opened. Clay stood in the doorway looking his age for once.

"Church now," Clay demanded of the two bikers currently not in there. "You too girly."

"Me?" Bella asked, confused and awed. Georgia had informed her back in Tacoma that no woman ever had been allowed in church and no woman would ever be allowed in.

"Yeah, you," Clay said with a nod towards the door. "Ya can't sit at the table but we put a chair in the back for you."

"Thank you," she said sincerely feeling a little touched they had done that for her.

Bella was shocked to find Tig lying on the table pretty out of it but patched up already. She recognised Chib's precise stitches and the Scot was sitting next to Tigs head with a cigarette lit. She took the chair that was in the back corner and looked around. The chapel looked and smelt like a gentlemans club but it was also very obviously well cared for and looked after, the guys took pride in this place it seemed. She loved the Redwood Original sign that took up the majority of the back wall. She thought it added some class to the place. She noticed that the prospect was leant against the wall opposite her and even after Juice's glare towards him Kip still shot her a look of contempt. He looked to be hopping mad that she had been allowed in the room.

Bella kept quiet and watched what was happening as the men settled into their seats and Clay banged a gavel. A real gavel. She thought that was pretty awesome.

"So we have a prospect and a woman in here for the first time, breaking our own rules and traditions. Prospect any idea why?" Clay asked, his voice deceptively light, a cigar lit in his hand.

"No," Kip responded almost sullenly.

"Hmm. Alright. Why don't you give me a rundown of what happened when these two got back then. See if we can't figure it out from there?" Clay asked, still sounding very friendly. It sent a shiver down her spine.

"I was just giving Bella a hard time, same as everyone else," Half-Sac defended himself.

"Right. Juice?" Clay asked the frowning brother. His eyes were hard on Half-Sac and she noticed Tig turn his head to watch what was happening.

Bella hadn't realized that Juice had been there for the whole argument. She had assumed he'd just caught the tail end where it looked like Kip was going to punch her. But Juice recited their whole conversation word for word.

"We don't hurt women and kids, you know that. We tell you that day one," Piney told the prospect, his voice angry.

"I didn't touch her," Kip argued.

"It's the disrespect of the whole thing that's bothering me. And after we thought you'd been taught a lesson," Clay said, breathing out a long plume of smoke towards the prospect.

"I don't have to-" Kip started arguing, stupidly Bella thought. Why would he argue when he could obviously see that he was in trouble?

"Ye do whatever we tell ya ta do boyo," Chips spoke, his voice sharp, his eyes sharper.

"So what do we do here?" Clay asked the table.

"I'd rather have Bells watching my back than him. If it hadn't been for her I'd be dead," Tig slurred out turning his head to smile at her. She wondered what he'd been given for pain relief as he was very obviously on something strong.

"Prospect, Bella sweetheart, wait outside for a moment. I feel the need to debate something with my brothers here," Clay waved a hand and Bella stood with a small nod, walking away from the table and out of church, her back was hurting more, she noticed, but she carried on ignoring it. It wasn't half as bad as what Tig had got so she didn't see a reason to cause a fuss. Plus she could always try and bandage it herself later on, or pop to the clinic in town if she couldn't reach it.

Bella stood outside church with a scowling Kip. If looks could kill she'd be six feet under. She ignored him, he hadn't a clue of what she'd done or been through that day.

It was almost half an hour later when they were called back in. Bella felt a bit dizzy by then. The nerves, her deeds and a lack of food getting to her. Bella closed the door behind her as Half-Sac walked in first, before she took the chair once again.

"Your punishment is to be determined in one week. During that week you will be with a patched member at every moment. And I do mean every moment. If they're taking a shit you're watching and holding out the paper for them, you need a piss they'll be right behind you. You'll sleep on the sofa or floors. For this week your ass is ours more so than usual. Now get out of my sight. Stay by the door and wait. Speak to no one," Clay told the prospect who nodded, wisley keeping his mouth shut before he left.

"Now, you sweetheart. Tell us what happened today. Every detail. Tig's told us some, but due to current events he's not exactly reliable. We need to know everything," Clay said and Bella flushed as all the men turned to focus on her.

Bella told them everything she could remember in detail.

"You sure he was Black?" Clay interrupted her as she told the men about the man she had shot.

"Yes, without a doubt," Bella nodded. She would never forget him, he would be etched into her mind until the day she died. She felt even dizzier as she retold how she had shot him without remorse. Not caring if he had a family, or if he was doing it because he'd been blackmailed. She hadn't thought, she'd just taken the shot.

"Taking a life… It's never easy, but you did the right thing Bells, it was kill or be killed," Jax said, smiling at her in sympathy. Bella nodded, she didn't disagree at all, it didn't stop her feeling sick though.

"The gun, was it one registered to you?" Bobby asked, a small frown on his face.

"Erm, no, it was one without a serial number that I was given," Bella explained.

"Pass it here. I'll get rid of it," Piney said and nodding Bella made sure the safety was on and checked there were no rounds chambered before she passed it to the old man.

"We'll get ya a new one," Juice said and Bella smiled at him.

"Right so what happened after you shot this guy?" Clay got the meeting back on track.

By the time she was finished she was sweating a little.

"You did good sweetheart, real good," Jax told her solemnly and the others around the table slowly nodded.

"Got to say, I'm a massive fan right now," Tig chuckled, his voice still slurred. "Course, I'm biased. I got to see her tits."

"Not sure they were worth getting shot to see," Bella said while rolling her eyes before she blushed at what she had just said. A roar of deep laughter echoed around the table.

"Once for sure, worth it. Should've seen nipple for twice though," Tig winked at her.

"Oh yeah, you'll be fine alright ya perv," Bella laughed at him but was glad to see that being shot would have no lasting effect on him.

"Wait outside while we finish up here? Someone will take ya back to get clothes and shit, we're going into lockdown," Clay said, Bella just nodded, she could ask whoever took her back to her place what lockdown was.

Bella stood and made her way back to the door.

"Shit! I thought you said you weren't hit?" Bobby yelled and Bella turned, surprised to see he was talking to her.

"I wasn't," Bella said with a frown.

"Well somethin's done ya in lass," Chibs agreed. "Ya bleedin' out."

"I'm fine, I just got scratched by some glass," Bella said with a small smile.

Clay stood up and walked over to her. She stepped towards the door assuming he was going to throw her out when he raised a hand to stop her. Instead she stood still as he raised the back of her shirt. She felt uncomfortable, it was stuck to her back and she bit her lip to keep from yelling out as it pulled.

"Jesus!" Juice exclaimed, making Bella think that perhaps she should be glad she couldn't see her back.

"Shit, Chibs," Clay said, sounding annoyed.

"I'll be okay, I can head to the clinic, you guys can carry on," Bella insisted, she did not want to piss Clay off.

"You can't just go to the clinic, you've been shot. Again. Are you and Tig having a competition because I can think of better ones sweetheart," Clay said, his voice softer now.

"I don't feel like I've been shot," Bella said the first thing that came into her head.

"I assure you, you have," Clay chuckled, shaking his head as he lowered her shirt again. "More flesh wound than anything sweetheart, don't worry Chibs will sort it."

"Aye lass, that I will," Chibs said, getting to his feet.

"I'm going to start looking like Frankenstein's Monster at this rate. Maybe I should rethink Angelina Tig?" Bella muttered, she didn't really care that much about the scars, with how clumsy she was her body was littered with them. But with Happy coming to see her, well, she would rather not look like a repatched raggedy Anne doll.

"Nah darlin', even all patched up she's still not pretty enough," Tig winked at her.

"Come on lovey, let's see what we're workin' with here shall we?" Chibs said, putting a hand on her shoulder and leading her out of the chapel.

"Sorry, you always seem to be patching me up," Bella said as he sat her down on a stool and had her lean forward on the bar.

"Aye, well I'd get bored without somethin' ta do now," he chuckled at her. "Gonna have ta take tha shirt off again though darlin'."

Chibs helped her take it off as she struggled a little and she felt her face burn. No one had helped her take her clothes off since she was about three. It felt uncomfortably intimate. Briefly she wondered if it would feel like that with Happy if they ever got that far.

At some point during the burning and pulling of Chibs patching her up she either fell asleep or passed out.