A/N: I have recently been going through my older stories and decided to rewrite the older chapters. I have been writing other chapters to the stories but haven't had the time to update the stories. The ones that I'm not happy with will be updated just a little bit. As for this story, I added another character to end up with Tara. While I love drama, there will be a different kind, and while I wasn't a big fan of Tara in the show, she still had a role to play. I hope that doesn't disappoint some who were looking forward to this. But there will still be plenty of drama! Enjoy and don't forget to tell me what you think!

Chapter 3: Dragon of Russia

A few weeks later, they were filling out a special order for the Niners with the Irish. Michaele McKeavey came driving a truck into the lot with an unexpected motorcycle driving alongside it.

"Who the hell is that?" Tig questioned. They all shook their heads in confusion except Alana. Alana simply stared at the motorcycle and tilted her head.

"You know who that is Ally?" Jax asked.

Suddenly, a voice with a thick Russian accent called out to them. "Angel of Belfast!" The shout came from the man on the motorcycle. He had short black, and they could barely see his eye color in the light. Alana's eyes widened when she heard the voice and a big goofy grin spread across her face.

"Dragon of Russia!" she cried back. She ran to him and gave him a hug. The rest of the guys then came up to see who it was. "Guys, this is Borya Sokolo, a Russian contact for the IRA."

They began to introduce themselves when Chibs walked up. Alana pulled him to them excitedly. "Borya this is my da, Philip Telford, but everyone calls him Chibs." She then pulled over Jax with a proud smile. "And this is my Old Man, Jax Teller."

Borya shook each man's hand with a wide smile. "It's good to finally meet you both. I've heard a lot about you all. All good things, I promise."

"So, what are you doing here?" Alana asked. Borya went to answer, but Michael beat him to it.

"He's here to be your contact in town," he announced. "Since you're a part of the Sons now, the council thought that it would be best to have a contact here as well."

Everyone looked impressed by that. "That sounds like a good idea," Clay agreed.

*I'm Not an Angel*

The next day, Clay called church. "So, what does everyone think of Borya?" Borya had spent the night in the clubhouse and had gotten along well with everyone. However, everyone was still suspicious of what he was there for though.

"He's a pretty cool guy so far," Bobby stated. "But I can't say what he'll do."

"Alana, why did you call him the Dragon of Russia?" Jax asked. Jax always called Alana by her name when it came to the club's business.

Alana took a long drag of her cigarette and blew it out before answering. "He has a dragon tattoo on his left arm, but he's like I was for the IRA. The dragon has scales, and each are for a kill. He's good people and, as a Russian, fiercely loyal to whomever he's with. Just give him a chance, he'll prove himself worthy."

"I don't like the thought of some outsider here," Tig commented. "How do we know that he's not here to spy on us?"

"Then they wouldn't have sent Borya," Alana fired back. "Borya isn't the spy, he's the muscle. The Irish wouldn't have sent him if they didn't want our trust."

"I think that if the Irish gave him to us, then we should use him," Jax suggested. "He could be useful."

Clay took a drag from his cigar. "Bring him close but be cautious. We don't know what his real intentions are so be careful."

*I'm Not an Angel*

A few days later, Jax was taking an early morning ride, while Alana was still sound asleep in the clubhouse. He stopped at a little late-night gas station to pick up a few things. Jax gazed at the bookshelf, seeing a kid's book. Picking it up and flipping through it, he smiled before putting it down. He grabbed a few of Alana's favorite energy drinks, before going to the counter. He sat the drinks down with a box of condoms.

Louise, the young girl behind the counter, smiled as she rang up the purchases. "You know you can buy these by the case, be a lot cheaper."

Jax shook his head with a smile. "Nah, a box at a time keeps me humble. Get a pack of smokes too darlin'." He went and grabbed a few packs of matches as well. He placed the matches on the counter, and then he noticed a small book in the bag. Pulling it out, it was the book that he had been looking at, The Wheels Go.

He looked up at Louise and she smiled at him. "It was my favorite." She then noticed a bright light in the distance beyond the store. "What the hell is that?"

Jax walked towards the door, looking at the light when he saw a blast of fire. "Oh shit!" He ran back, threw a twenty down before picking up the bag and booking it back to the clubhouse.

At the clubhouse, Jax spoke to Clay and everyone about what he saw, before going to wake up Alana. As Jax opened the door, Alana was stretching and sitting up in bed. "Morning gorgeous," he said with a loving smile on his face.

She gave him a sleepy smile in return as he came over to give her an energy drink. Alana's eyes lit up like a little kid on Christmas. She opened the can and took a drink, sighing in contentment. After drinking a bit more, Alana got up to take a shower. When she got out, Jax was sitting on the bed with the children's book in his hands.

"Worried about being a father?" she asked in concern. She put on some dark jeans and a dark blue SAMCRO t-shirt. Alana sat next to him to put on her black boots. Jax didn't say anything but leaned against her when she put an arm around his shoulders and the other around his neck. "I have every confidence that you're gonna be a wonderful father."

Jax scoffed. "How can you be sure of that?"

"Because I'll be there to kick your ass if you're not," she replied smoothly with a smile.

Jax chuckled and turned his head to look into her eyes. "Something happened to the warehouse," he told her quietly. "We're gonna ride up there."

"Okay," she replied and gave him a quick kiss. She got up and put her shoulder holster on, getting her guns strapped in. After she strapped her k-bar to her hip she put her kutt on. After straightening everything out, she felt hand on her hips. Turning around, Alana wrapped her arms around Jax' neck.

Jax stared at her with an intensity that she had never seen before. "I love you Alana," he said quietly. "I'm glad that you're back."

Alana looked at him in surprise for a moment before a giant grin spread across her face. "I love you too Jackson."

A grin that matched hers spread on Jax' face. Alana only used his full name when she was serious; angry or otherwise. Leaning in, they shared a deep kiss. A loud bang sounded from the door broke them apart.

"We're heading out lovebirds!" Tig called from the door. "Let's go!"

"Don't get your panties in a knot Tiggy!" Alana called back; Irish accent think. "We're coming!"

Jax chuckled at her before leading her out the door. The two of them got on their bikes and followed Clay, Tig, and Bobby past the sign for Charming and out towards the streams and the warehouse. When they were pulled up, there were county officers and fire department everywhere. The whole place was charred and in ruins.

"Looks like someone had one hell of a barbeque," Alana commented. Clay gave her a look and she just shrugged. "I'm just saying."

Clay turned to Trammel, the county officer that helped them with the Niners, and raised his arms out. "What the hell happened?"

"Propane tanks caught fire," he explained. "Ammo was in there. The place just blew."

"Shit," Clay muttered.

"Yeah, the fire dick said it was arson," Trammel continued. "Saw a lot of boot prints."

"Cowboy boots?" Bobby asked as they all walked further into the wreckage.

"Yeah, look at that," Alana pointed out. She walked over to a set of boot prints and crouched down to get a closer look.

"You know who it is?" Jax asked, him and the others knowing her skills in tracking.

Alana studied the print for a moment. "Size ten wide, male. Pointed front with a deep tread for traction. I'd say Alvarez came in person."

"Shit-eating Mayans man," Tig groaned.

"How'd you know that?" Trammel asked in confusion. The two of them hadn't met officially yet, so he didn't want to trust her straight off the bat.

Alana stood up with a smirk on her face as she dusted her hands off. "Tracking and hunting is a way of life in Ireland," she chuckled, then held her hand out. "Alana McLennan, Chibs' daughter and Jax' Old Lady."

"Officer Trammel," he replied, shaking her hand.

"Where the hell was Rodrigo?" Tax asked, pissed off with the warehouse situation.

"No sign of your watchman," Trammel told him.

"What's the exposure," Clay questioned in anger.

"Officially?" Trammel asked, and Clay nodded. "Me and the fire department. The fire captain can be convinced to rethink his report."

"Unofficially?" Alana questioned, knowing that there was more.

Trammel glanced back at her. "Unofficially, this blast was seen in two counties. This location is dead."

Alana cursed in Gaelic while Clay looked back around. "Jesus Christ," he muttered, before something occurred to him, and he looked at Trammel. "The M4s?"

"Gone," Trammel answered with a sigh. "As are most of the Glocks."

Clay turned and kicked glass from an already broken window in frustration. Jax pulled a was of money out of his pocket. "Get the fireman on board," he told Trammel. "Don't want this shit hitting ATF's radar. Let's get out of here."

As everyone turned to leave, Trammel sighed. "Hold on. You gotta see something else."

"Do we really?" Clay asked in exasperation. Trammel lead them up to a trap door in the wreckage and opened it. "Goddamn. Fried and refried."

Alana peaked over Jax' shoulder to see two dead Mexican women, burned to a crisp. "Jesus," she whispered, scrunching up her nose at the smell.

"They're illegals," Tig confirmed. "Part of our assembly crew."

"We found them before the F.D. went through," Trammel explained.

"Well, after the smoke clears," Clay started, sounding exhausted over the whole situation. He turned around to leave. "Get rid of the bodies."

"What am I supposed to tell our boys up in Oaktown?" Trammel asked concerned. He didn't need a pissed off gang on his hands. "I'm supposed to deliver five cases to Leroy and his crew before tomorrow morning."

"Call the gangster hotline, set a meetin'," Clay instructed over his shoulder. Everyone turned to leave and Jax handed Trammel a few more bills. Clay took his gun from his waist band and held it out to Jax, who was walking behind him. "Two in the back of the head. Quick and painless."

"It ain't easy being King," Jax asserted.

"Yeah, you remember that," Clay reminded.

Jax shared a look with Ana at that comment. If Clay ever stepped down, Jax would become President. Alana knew that Jax was worried about that in particular, especially with a baby on the way. Alana moved next to Jax and took his hand, lacing their fingers together. He looked at her and she gave him a reassuring smile and squeezed his hand.

Jax smiled back. It was her way of telling him that she would always be there for him. He was glad that she was with him, and forever grateful that she chose him.