"You know I love you but don't ever ask me to do that again. I can't be stepping into Sons territory like that, they can kill me just for being there, or I could lose my kutte." Angel told me as we got off the bike outside the diner on the edge on Lodi to get some dinner.

"Yeah I know, I just needed to get out of there. It was getting to be too much and I was done with all the testosterone in that fucking place." I sigh as we take a seat in a back booth away from the early dinner customers.

Angel looks at me for a long minute, taking in the slight bruise forming on my cheek, before raising an eyebrow waiting for me to say something.

"I'm gonna get a milkshake. Do you think they're still serving breakfast? Is it weird that I want a milkshake and pancakes, I don't really care I'm gonna get a milkshake and pancakes, maybe some bacon as well." I rattle on avoiding his eyes and looking at the menu.

Ripping the menu out of my hands Angel gave me a hard stare, "You can get whatever the hell you want, but are you gonna make me guess how you got that bruise or will you just save us both the trouble and tell me? It's not gonna be good if I pull up to that clubhouse and start asking questions."

Rolling my eyes with a sigh, "Listen, I was kind of asking for it. I just beat Mason's ass and I was mouthing off to the sperm donor. I got too close, lesson learned. Won't happen again." I say grabbing the menu back from him trying to decide if Chocolate chip pancakes was the best move or not.

Angel opens his mouth to retaliate, but was interrupted by the waitress coming to take our order. Unfortunately, she leaves just as quickly as she came and I'm once again staring at a very pissed off Angel. "He hit you? I'll put a bullet in his fucking head, just say the word and it's done."

I lean in closer to him across the table and hiss, "You know what will happen if you do that? You'll start a war. None of us need that." I sigh and sit back into the booth, "Relax, it's only for a year. I've dealt with worse for a lot longer and if this little bruise is all he's got then I'll have no problem chewing him up and spitting him back out. I can handle my own shit. I don't need you to handle it."

Silence fell over the table as the two looked at each other, one with anger and fear and the other sadness. Their stare off was interrupted by the waitress bringing their food. They tucked in in silence for awhile before Angel sighed and pushed his plate away. "Look I'm not gonna pretend I understand what happened to you, I would if you would just tell me. But you can't keep it all in. You can't keep it all to yourself because you're gonna explode and it's gonna be big and the fallout won't be good."

"You don't have to be here for the fallout. I've got it all under control." I say with a cold dead stare. "I'd like to go back now."

Angel rolled his eyes and got up out of the booth, "Of course you do, we start talking about anything besides the weather and you turn off." He says as we walk out the diner and to the bike. As we are about to take off I can't help but wonder why I do this to myself, but I had to ask him, "Then why do you stick around?" He turns his head to look at me and says, "You know why."

I had him drop me off a block away to avoid any potential shootouts if he got too close to the clubhouse again. Strolling into the lot I can see Mason sitting on the picnic table with Happy, Tig, Jax and Clay. Looks like they're waiting on me I think with an eye roll. Clay spots me first and give Hap a tap on the shoulder and pointed me out. Well, here we go I suppose.

Clay looks at me with suspicion before jerking his head towards the clubhouse, "Let's go talk about your friend." He leads me into the chapel followed by my father, Tig and Jax who tells Mason that he isn't a part of this discussion.

"You're not just gonna trap her in their with you all! So what she's fucking a Mayan? It's none of your damn business who's in between her legs!" Mason hollers at the closed chapel doors. I can't help but roll my eyes a little, he's always been one to worry when it wasn't necessary. I can take care of myself now, I don't need him all the time anymore. I'm a grown ass woman.

The men take their seats leaving me standing before them all, like an animal on display. Their stares burning holes into me, none of them saying anything for a long time. With a sigh, I finally break the silence, "So are we gonna talk about anything or will I just be stared at for the foreseeable future?"

CLay gave me a look before asking, "Who is he?"

"Angel" Tig snorts before mumbling under his breath about how weird a name that is. But Clay looks even more annoyed as he rolls his eyes and sits straighter up in his chair. "Are you gonna tell us more about him? What do you guys talk about? Do you know what club he's a part of? We can't have you talking about what goes on here with him."

I roll me eyes a little, of course it comes back to club business. "Look this place isn't what our pillow talk is about. We stay far away from this place when we talk and we don't talk about Mayan shit either so don't ask me about it. He didn't even know I was a kid of a Son until he saw Happy the day we went and got our clothes. So don't worry about it."

I turn to the door to leave. clearly done with this conversation, before I hear Tig say, "Make sure you don't say anything to him about us, would hate to see what would happen to him." I turn to him slowly with a glare on my face. "What did you just say?" Tig just stares at me. I take a step closer to him and lean down so we are face to face, "If anything happens to him, I'll gut you like a fish while all your brothers watch you scream like a little bitch."

I get yanked around by the arm to become face to face with my sperm donor who looks a mix of pissed off and proud at the way I talked to his brother. "Get out of here and go to the room and stay there until I come and get you!" I roll my eyes but turn to leave, before I open the doors I turn around and look at Hap, "Are you punishing me daddy?"