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Once the coast was clear, Happy and I left the bathroom and met outside with everyone. The party continued and everyone was having a good time. Juice and I danced for a bit enjoying the music with a bottle of beer in our hands. Jax and Tara laughed as we stepped on each other's feet. I had to admit it was a beautiful night.

"Ay here's an old song!" someone yelled. I waited wondering what would play and that's when Flo Rida's Apple Bottom Jeans began to play. I hadn't heard this song in a very long time. I looked in Clay's direction to see him shrugging at me.

"Come on, Meera let's see your dance moves!" Tara said with excitement in her tone. It was easy to get into the music. I began to grind my hips into the music getting lost in its lyrics. Juice moved behind me grinding against me and I smirked turning to him and moving my hips with his. Happy had his chance to dance with me last time, but as he said, he doesn't dance. Guess I had to find someone who did.

"Apple bottom jeans, boots with the fur!" we sang out as we moved with the music. My motto was if the beats alright, I will dance all night. I even got low when the music repeated it. It was easy to get lost in a good song, letting my body take over instantly. It was nice to hear a song from the past. I didn't think a group of Harley riding men would play this song. Just didn't seem like the environment for it. I found Happy and Bobby talking, but his eyes found me every once in a while, and I smirked as he didn't seem bothered by Juice's hands on me. Some people joined in around us dancing as well since everyone's eyes were on us anyways. Why not? Come join.

After the song ended, I was done. My legs were already numb due to Happy pounding me into next week in the bathroom. Now I just over did it. The night was calm again, and everyone was talking and laughing. It's a very nice sight. I moved back inside to get Juice and I more drinks. Avery already saw me from across the bar and gave me the thumbs up.

"I'll bring em out to you!" he yelled and I yelled my thanks and turned to head back out. Just as I exited the bar, I noticed Clay was standing in the middle of the driveway with his gang huddled around him as two men were talking to them. I was curious but didn't get too close because it looked like some men didn't belong. I moved over toward a small crowd of people trying to listen in. Already, Tig had his gun out and I tensed feeling worried for whatever was happening.

What the hell was going on? I heard a swift hiss coming from a few feet away and I noticed it was Gemma quickly waving me over to her. I planned to move, but the two men were already backing away and turning to leave which I gave me a clear view of them. I was stunned to see it was none other than Duke Weston's father, AJ Weston with some man in a suit. The two started to walk away with a few other shaven headed men. AJ glanced my way and had to do a double take before slowing his walk down and making a line right toward me. I tensed a bit.

"Oh why am I not surprised?" he said with a frown. This was not good. I felt he was going to do something to me the second he was close enough. However, Happy was there, arm pushing me further behind him. With the same hand, he pulled his gun from his pants and cocked it right there. AJ paused in front of him now, sending a glare of his own and I just looked down to the ground not wanting to know what was going to happen. I peeked up however to see AJ finally smirking some and taking some steps back. He walked back to his men before turning and continuing to the black German car they came in. Happy's head slowly turned as his eyes had followed him back to the car. Once the car reversed and left I sighed with relief.

Clay and his club confronted us.

"What the hell was that all about?" he asked. Gemma moved up behind me placing her hand on my shoulder.

"You okay?" she asked and I nodded.

"Meera, you know that guy?" Happy asked placing his gun away and I shrugged some.

"I had a run in with him earlier." I answered which alarm spread over everyone's face. Happy's frown was almost sadistic until I shook my head shrugging some. "His son is in my class. He came in today to talk."

"He try anything with you?" Happy asked. I shook my head.

"We talked. That's it. Why was he here?" I replied and looked at Happy for the answers and he just looked from me to Clay. Clay now looked at me.

"Official club business. But if those fucks bother you, you let me know and we'll handle it personally." he said, his tone threatening and everyone nodded confirming they had my back. I didn't even deserve that loyalty. I didn't even want to imagine what he would do. The night was basically over after that. I had met with Tara for a few minutes.

"Just call or text me when your home." she said and I nodded.

"Okay." I replied and moved off to the parking lot, keys in hand. As I saw my car, I saw Happy also leaning on the hood of my car and I tilted my head with curiosity.

"What's up?" I asked. He shook his head.

"I don't like this." he said suddenly. I just paused and looked around.

"What are you talking about?" I asked as he pushed his body off my car and stood over me.

"I know dudes like him. He's dangerous and he had a agenda tonight and seeing you here could mean something bad in the future." he said. I shook my head and shrugged.

"What agenda?" I asked and he just raised his hand to me.

"Don't question me okay, just believe me when I tell you to be careful." he said. I rolled my eyes.

"Fine." I replied unlocking my door and walking around him. His body followed me.

"Am I coming over tonight?" he asked.

"No." I merely replied as I opened the door, his hand rested atop of mine stopping me. He looked at me with suspicion.

"Who you got coming over?" he asked. I looked up at him with a scoff.

"Is it that hard to believe I want to actually sleep tonight so I'm well rested for work tomorrow?" I asked and he sucked his teeth and nodded.

"Aiight. Drive safe." he said. I nodded getting into my car.

"You too. That crotch rocket death trap will be your demise." I replied and he smirked.

"If it's meant to happen I'll accept that." he said. I grinned and closed my door and drove away. Tonight was fun until AJ and his goons showed up. Who was that man in the suit? He was trouble I could tell. Once I was home, I hurried inside, texted Tara, stripped and went straight to bed.

I remember my mother telling me that darkness will never kill, only man. Who knew how right she woud be.

"Daddy please don't make me do this!" I bawled out.

"To gain the power of your enemy you have to eat the very thing you take from them. You want to see better, you take their eyes. You want their strength you gotta take some muscle tissue. You can't let good meat go to waste."

"It's wrong… it's so wrong." I sobbed.

"You want to be a part of this family? Accepted then FUCKING EAT IT!"

"NO!"

My eyes snapped open and I gasped some looking around at the grey room around me. I looked around and moved to look at my phone. It was only five. I sat up feeling sweat drench my chest and the back of my neck. I sniffled some feeling my eyes water and I raised my hand to my forehead feeling sweat there.

I never thought I'd have dreams of what happened. But I guess that's what trauma does to you. It's always there. It'll never go away. It was so fucked up. All of it, all of them. I decided to start my day. I showered, fixed myself up and ate in my bra and panties since I didn't want to get syrup on them. I made some eggs and bacon to go with the pancakes Happy made. After a few more minutes of thinking at the table, I got dressed in some black slacks and a red blouse.

I slipped on some flats and headed to my car. The clouds were dark this morning. Rain was definitely in the forecast. I had promised my second period class lunch and a movie as back up anyways. Once the day was over, I said goodbye to the children and stayed behind to grade homework assignments. My door was closed and the gentle rumbling from the thunder outside kept me calm. It had poured down rain earlier, but it lightened up after lunch. There was a gentle knock on my door and I lifted my head to see it was Mark Holloway, the Clark Kent science teacher. He's handsome with black slick hair and matching rimmed glasses. He's always wearing some kind of polo shirt tucked into beige or black slacks.

Everyone wonders if he's married and if he's not married then is he gay. He's thirty-two I think.

"Hey." he said. I gave a polite smile.

"Hello. What's going on?" I asked.

"Some of the teachers are going out for dinner. Wanted to know if you had any plans for the night?" he asked. I was cordial with most of the staff. They were like high school kids, when it came to gossiping and talking about their students.

"What time?" I asked. He looked at his watch.

"The next hour or so." he responded. Why not, I didn't have anything planned and I had time to grade the papers later.

"Sure. Where's the place?" I asked.

"Tate's Bar and Grille?" he asked as if wondering if I heard of it.

"Ooh they have good salmon." I replied and he chuckled some.

"Right. You want to ride together?" he asked. I kept my smile on my face as I shook my head. He was quite bold.

"I don't want to leave my car here overnight." I replied.

"I'll drop you back off?" he countered giving me a half sided smirk. He had such a trustworthy face but I shook my head.

"I'll meet you guys there." I replied. He nodded.

"Okay. I'll see you there." He replied and closed my door. I just shook my head exhaling some. I was not expecting that at all. After a few more minutes of grading papers, I placed the rest in a folder that I could keep in my car until I got home. I got up from my desk and moved to place my jacket on when the door suddenly opened. I turned quickly and my body froze as I saw who it was. AJ Weston, shooting daggers into my face.