20

I was stunned that Tara was actually doing this, driving us on the highway to Oakland. Jax would kill me if anything happened to her, and that was my first argument before we got in her car.

"If we want all this to end then we can't just sit around and wait for someone else to come and try and hurt you. We need to do our own digging."

She was right and I couldn't think of any other argument. I was staring at the endless trees looking for the railing that I saw before I ran me and Weston off the road. I needed as many distractions as I could think of.

"So you're really not going to keep this baby?" she asked lowly. So much for distractions. I looked over at her with unsure eyes.

"I don't know." I replied honestly and she nodded slowly looking at me for a split second before her eyes went back to the road.

"Well whatever you decide, I'm here for you." she said smiling gently and I felt relief at her words. At least someone was in my corner. Tara pulled out her cellphone as it was ringing and she answered it. It was Jax, I could hear his tone

"Hey. I'm just running errands with Meera. Just helping to clear her head. With Zobelle and his men off the grid, she's having some anxiety, so we're just having a girls day." she explained. In some way she wasn't lying. She's a good friend.

She hung up the phone and I sighed feeling reality jump back to me.

"Tara, you really don't have to do this." I replied and she nodded.

"Yes I do. The club can only do so much. Maybe with this information, Clay will know what to do next." she replied.

"Think he'll be mad we're doing this?" I asked. She nodded.

"Probably." she said and I nodded. It would be worth it. Besides Clay didn't own me or decided where I could drive. Who was I kidding, he said I was SAMCRO and I was risking a lot doing this. Let's hope it was worth it.

Happy' POV

Fucking hell. I needed to kill someone or hurt someone. I could deal with both. I couldn't focus on anything, not the club meeting we just finished or anything else. How could Meera actually not want a family with me?

Before her I didn't care about anything that involved a woman, not being loyal or faithful. Not even kids. And even now I was content with it just being us together, but now things were different. Things felt right now.

I kept drinking, downing one bottle of beer after the other.

"Jesus take it easy man, you trying to poison yourself?" Chibs asked as he moved to grab one of my many beers. I was quick and easily gripped his wrist and shot him a glare. He raised his other hand in defense. "Okay, okay hint taken." He released my beer and I released his wrist.

"The hell's the matter with you?" Tig asked sitting down across from me. I was finishing my third bottle my buzz slowly starting.

"Meera… she's pregnant and she doesn't want to keep the baby." I stated. Now it was out in the open. It was officially real. Tig and Chibs eyes arched as they glanced at each other. I sighed heavily and shook my head. Tig shook his head as if confused as he looked at me.

"Wait, I don't get it. You two are like head over heels for each other. Why wouldn't she want to keep it?" he asked.

"Is it not yours?" Chibs asked lowly and I didn't even want to think about it not being mine. Tig looked at Chibs and scoffed.

"Of course it is. Meera wouldn't cheat on him… would she?" he asked.

"It was from the night she was attacked by Zobelle's men… it could be that fuck's or mine, but she doesn't want to wait to do a DNA test." I said. And deep down, I knew I couldn't blame her no matter how much I wanted to. I blamed myself for not answering my phone when she needed me. Had that piece of shit not have raped her there'd be no question that her child was mine. But now there was doubt and an everyday reminder that I had failed her growing inside her stomach.

"Shit." Chibs replied lowly.

"So what are you gonna do?" Tig asked and I just shook my head starting on my fourth bottle.

"I don't know man I mean I want this kid to be mine." I said.

"And if it wasn't yours?" Chibs asked and I groaned some shutting my eyes.

"I guess I'll just have to talk to her again." I replied. But after I sobered up. I was not dumb enough to try and talk to her drunk and dig myself into a deeper hole. Jax was just leaving the back room before passing us and pausing.

"Woah, we having a drinking party without me?" he asked amused and I just groaned some.

"You talk to Meera any?" I asked instead. He nodded.

"No, but I spoke with Tara they're having some girl time right now." he informed.

"They're out by themselves. Want us to trail em?" Tig asked. Jax shook his head.

"Nah, if anything happens they'll call us." he said. That wasn't good enough for me. I needed to talk to Meera and I wanted to talk to her now.

"Fuck it, I'm calling her!" I said moving my hands into my pockets to pull out my phone. Juice was just walking by.

"Calling your girl while drunk… this should be fun." he said sitting down at the table now.

"Oh fuck you." I growled before blinking some to focus my vision. I found her contact and called her. The phone rang a few times before someone picked up.

"Hey." she replied lightly and I inhaled some.

"Hey. Look you and I need to talk right now about this baby thing." I commanded.

"I'm busy. We'll talk when I get home." she demanded. Click.

"Hello…. Hello? Fuck she hung up on me." I said with mild shock and Juice nodded patting the table and getting up.

"Yeah girls don't like being talked at by drunk guys who before slashed their tires." he said moving to leave the bar.

"I had my reasons!" Sure I may have gone overboard with slashing her tires, but I couldn't have her going to Tara and possibly getting rid of the baby before I had a chance to talk to her. I had already bought her four new tires after realizing I had even slashed them out of anger. There's got to be some way to convince her to keep the baby. But then again what if it isn't mine? If any of my boys were in this situation, I'd be telling them to convince their old lady's to not keep the baby. Maybe that was the best option.

But Juice was right. I needed to be all here when we spoke. I shot her text asking if she'd at least stop by the garage when she was done with whatever it was she was doing. She replied with fine and I nodded and sent her one last text.

Love you.

Love you too.

At least that didn't change.

Meera's POV

We had arrived in Oakland and already found ourselves in a town filled with brown faces and stores.

"I'm guessing Alvarez has his own garage and bar or something here too." Tara said looking around and I nodded.

"Yes. I just hope I can remember exactly where it is." I replied. We drove around for an hour mindlessly looking around at the many different shops and restaurants. But I noticed some men on motorcycles with the Mayan patches turning into the parking lot of a large bar with a garage off in the back. I couldn't put my finger on it, but this bar made me shiver, and my brain seemed to be trying to remember it. I pointed to it.

"Hey turn there." I replied and Tara did slowly and we parked in one of the spots. She cut off her car and looked at me.

"So what's the plan?" she asked. I exhaled lowly and looked at her.

"See if Alvarez is in there and ask him." I replied.

"And if he's not?" she asked. I licked my lips in thought.

"Then we're out of here." I replied and she nodded looking around some at the area.

"I'll stay and watch the car. Don't be long." she said. I sensed the worry in her tone and I could tell that actually being here made her afraid. I nodded and got out the car. I was trying my best not to be nervous. Maybe no one would really recognize me or even care that I was in here. I stepped inside and felt a wave of flashbacks wash over me. The pain and soreness of my wreck, the mild tightness of the bandages on my wounds, the rushing water from the shower head falling over me. Marcus' body pressed against my back, his hands all over me. This was the place. It was packed with bikers, covered in tattoos and piercings. Guns attached to hips, this was a dangerous place.

Some men eyed me and I just kept my head down as I walked over to the bar and took the space between two bikers who were both facing the opposite direction. The old man who I briefly caught a glimpse of from before was coming around the corner when he saw me. He froze a bit and looked at me with old eyes and I wondered what he was thinking. I gave a light wave, but he just walked back into the kitchen. That couldn't be good. I turned and looked around at the many faces not trying to stare, but just look fast enough to find Marcus. But I couldn't find him.

I looked back over toward the stairs, the stairs that would lead to the room I was kept in. It was probably occupied by some couple now. The front doors of the bar opened and in came Marcus Alvarez himself leading a group of leather clad men behind him. He looked to be on a mission and when his eyes fell on me they hardened although I just stared at him with a softness that showed I was not here to cause trouble. He walked up to me with great speed and I just stood there waiting as he finally loomed over me.

His eyes were dangerous as they should be. He was maintaining his power and authority.

"The fuck are you doing here teacher lady?" he asked. I bit my lip and shrugged lightly.

"I missed you." I replied and he leaned back with. scoff, eyes watching with caution as I shook my head. "I'm sorry for showing up without permission in your territory, but I needed to see you and talk to you about something important." His eyes rolled over my body as if looking for anything that could prove my words were false.

"Why should I believe you?" he asked.

"You just have to trust me. If not you can kill me and that will be the end of it." I replied and he just looked me over once more before raising his arm in the direction of the stairs. I slowly moved, exhaling with relief, but knew I was not out of danger yet. We moved up the stairs and Marcus walked around me and took hold of my forearm and led me to one of the random doors to our right. He opened one and pulled me inside pushing me forward and pulling out a gun as he shut the door. He raised it at me and I just raised his hands a bit in defense. I should have been more scared at the sight of the gun, but I could feel mild numbness toward it. Because it only takes a few seconds to end my life and he shoots me in the head, I won't really feel it.

"Morrow know you're here?" he asked in a low and dangerous tone. I shook my head.

"None of SAMCRO know I am here." I replied.

"The fuck you really doing here?" he asked taking a step closer to me.

"I needed to know if you had anything to do with Zobelle and his gang's disappearance." I replied.

"The fuck makes you think I'll tell you anything?" he asked. I just shook my head.

"I don't know if you'll tell me anything. I am just looking for closure for myself… I want to make sure that I am no longer in danger of those men, of them coming to the school again. I don't want to get hurt, but more importantly I don't want my students to get hurt." I explained lightly. He just stared at me for a moment and I just stared back, the tension growing in the room. He scoffed and shook his head slowly putting his gun down his gun.

"You're stupid for coming back here." he said. I nodded stepping closer to him.

"Maybe I am. But I figured if Zobelle was trying to frame you, you'd want revenge. I don't want to waste anymore of your time. Please. Just tell me if you did something." I replied lightly and he just looked me over.

"And what will you give me if I give you this information you're so desperate to have?" he asked and I just shook my head some.

"I'll owe you one." I replied and he leaned back and sucked his teeth.

"That's not good enough." he said.

"So then let's quit playing games and you tell me what you want, Marcus." I replied. I didn't have time for games as I knew he didn't have time either. He leaned forward some, eyes growing blank and emotionless.

"You know I don't have to tell you what I want. If anything, I could just take it from you." he said stepping closer to me. I tensed, but my eyes didn't show any fear as I leaned forward to him.

"A lot of men have tried taking things from me. What you take from me, you may not like once you have it." I replied lowly. "Tell me I'm wasting my time and you'll never see me again after this moment." Our faces remained close, our eyes challenging each other. However, I didn't know how long I could keep up this false bravery. Marcus finally withdrew from me and he laughed some.

"You cease to amaze me. Nah, I haven't done anything those Nazi fucks. I was planning to make a move of retaliation, but word is they've already disappeared." he explained. I blinked rapidly at this knowledge.

"Are you lying?" I asked and he frowned.

"The fuck I gotta lie for?" he asked as if offended. I slowly nodded and inhaled some now thinking of what this meant. I looked back at him.

"Thank you." I replied walking around him.

"Yeah but who knows, maybe it was that English vato who was with him that did something." he explained. I paused in front of the door and turned around swiftly walking back up to him. He didn't just say that.

"What Englishman?" I asked and he shook his head.

"I gave you the information you wanted, time for you to be on your way." he demanded walking around me now. Before I could think, I grabbed his hand and he turned to me with hard eyes looking our hands before looking back at me.

"Please. I have no authority to ask anything of you, lord knows you've done enough for me. I just really need to know. Please." I begged. Marcus stared at me for a moment and my eyes told him I was at his mercy.

"I met with Zobelle to make a deal with him about obtaining guns and drugs that were meant for SAMCRO, with him was some English guy. Never caught his name though." he said. I looked down in thought of his words. He was back. Nigel is back in Charming. I looked back up at Marcus, gently pressing my hand to his face. He recoiled some as I was sure he wasn't expecting my gesture.

I surprised him with a deep kiss of which he didn't recoil from, but instead leaned forward and responded to. This would be my only thank you to him for giving me this information. I pulled back from him he looked down at me almost stunned, but it was covered by a look of lust.

"Good bye." I whispered before turning and moving out of the door.

"Wait Meera!" he called out. I moved down the hall and down the stairs. People were already looking at me with caution since I was leaving so quickly. I hurried to the doors and left out them. Tara was already waiting with the engine on and her car facing the entrance of the driveway. I rushed around the car and got in and she took off.

"Step on it, Tara we can't be stopped here." I informed her and she nodded.

"What happened, what did Alvarez say?" she asked as I put my seat belt on. I looked straight ahead trying to make sense of everything that just happened back there. "Meera!" I looked back at her and frowned as I looked away.

"My father is in Charming and if he's here… that means the whole family is here." I explained.

"Your father!" she snapped and I nodded looking behind us to make sure we weren't being followed.

"We have to tell Clay." I responded. Just when I thought a gang of white supremacists was bad, now we got a family of cannibals out looking for revenge.