Hanna motioned for Chibs and Juice to follow her into the studio. They carried a loveseat couch between them. She pointed out the place she wanted it on set, and as soon as it was on the ground, jumped on top of it. Hanna ran her hand over the floral printed velvet and grinned.

Luann walked over, eyeing the hideous sofa. "Isn't it great? I spotted it at a yard sale on the way over," Hanna explained. "It's exactly what we were looking for."

"How much?" Luann asked.

"Like twenty bucks, a third of what it was going to cost to have the carpenters build it."

Luann clapped her hands together. "You're an angel, Hanna Donnelly."

"I do try." Hanna stretched out on the loveseat in her best sexy pose. "Ready for my close up."

Luann shook her head. "Wish you'd let me screen test you. You're a natural actress."

Hanna pushed herself up on her elbows. "I'm definitely not. Besides, I have enough shit on my hands, without you know, literally having shit on my hands."

Luann shook her head. "Thanks for helping out these past few weeks," she said. "I've been stretched thin with all these changes. Just knowing someone else is taking care of my sets has been a huge weight off my shoulders."

"Of course. It's been an interesting change of pace," Hanna said with a laugh. "Plus, I prefer interior design work. With Elliot's office done, he's got me planning a shit ton of fundraisers. Calling vendors is so not my idea of a good time."

"I cannot wear this!" One of the girls shrieked from backstage. "Luann!"

Hanna choked back a laugh. She'd gotten used to Ima and her diva routine. Luann let out a long sigh. "I should go deal with her. Thanks again, angel."

Hanna stretched out a hand and let Juice pull her up till she was sitting on the armrest. Chibs eyed the couch. "Looks like my gran's sofa."

"Maybe Luann's going for the horny grandma thing," Hanna suggested with a shrug.

Chibs shuddered. "Great, now I can't ever watch this scene. I'll never be able to get the image of my gran shoving a bottle up someone's ass out of my head." He headed off, still shaking his head as he went.

"Hey, Tris wants you to get dinner with us tonight," Hanna told Juice.

"By us do you mean you and Tristen, or…"

"Oh, god. Yes, just Tris and me. I'm never willingly taking you near Elliot or the step-bitch. I don't have a death wish." Hanna shook her head. "There's a new place in Lodi, we don't even have to be in the same town as them."

"We won't make it back for the wrap party, if we go all the way out there," he reminded her.

Hanna shrugged. "There'll always be more parties. Anyway, Tris has decided it's her duty as my baby sister to approve of all my boyfriends. Her exact words were make sure his intentions are pure." She laughed quietly. "I think she's been watching too many period dramas with Karen."

"I won a bear for her!" Juice protested.

"Trust me, it's not you," Hanna assured him. "She's still a little mad I left her at the ranch alone for three weeks. Just let her play little sister for tonight, and tomorrow she'll be volunteering to plan the wedding."

Over Juice's shoulder, Hanna noticed a redhead porn star watching them together. Hanna put her hand on the back of his neck, and pulled him in for a kiss. The redhead averted her eyes. Hanna leaned back, hiding her smirk. "We'll come over around six."

Hanna made a beeline for the redhead, who had perched herself on top of a table, just waiting for Juice to look her way. Hanna flashed the handgun in her purse. "I wouldn't, if I were you." She pushed the girl's chin toward the back room. "Try the Scotsman, I hear they like gingers."

Outside Hanna found Tara sitting on Jax's bike. "Another fun day at the porn studio?" Tara asked.

Hanna scoffed as she joined her. "When I'm done with this work for Luann, I'm never letting Juice go back in that studio. Hell, I admire what they do, more power to them. But they hover around the boys like flies. If I were you, I'd be watching out for Jax."

"Oh, Jax wouldn't-"

"Neither would Juice, doesn't mean I want hot girls hanging all over him." Hanna shook her head. "Ima's got a thing for Jax."

Tara frowned. "What's an Ima?"

"Caracara's star attraction, and a literal pain in everyone's ass." Hanna rolled her eyes. "If you ever feel like going all Bad Girls Club on her ass, no one would hold it against you. Hell, I'd help."

"I don't know, I think my cat fighting days are behind me," Tara said, though she still frowned. "You were built for this, Han. You've got that take no shit attitude just like Gemma."

"You don't have to punch someone to put them in their place," Hanna said, with a shrug. "Find your own way to deal with the bullshit. But if you don't demand respect, you'll never get it." She hooked an arm around Tara's shoulder and gave her a squeeze.

Hanna pushed herself off the bike and sighed. "Now, I've got to go explain the difference between bruschetta and crostini to a caterer who should already know what the hell they're doing."

OoOoO

It was a busy day downtown, and Hanna walked to lunch instead of driving, just to avoid giving up her parking space in front of the office. As she neared the café, she spotted a black SUV on the other side of the park. Hanna headed toward it, peering through the window. "Gem? I thought that was your car."

Gemma jumped, bumping her head against the doorframe. "Jesus, Hanna," she hissed. "Get in before they see you."

"Who?" Hanna asked.

Gemma shot her a look, and jutted a finger toward the passenger seat. Only when Hanna was safely inside did Gemma show her the brown paper bag. "Got it in the mail this morning."

Hanna pulled out the rubber mask. "Is this what I think it is?" She asked. Gemma nodded. "Fuck."

"Zobelle built his cigar shop in the old Sherman's building," she explained. Her fingers tapped nervously against the steering wheel. "I ran right into one of them, Weston, I think, Zobelle's right hand." She tapped her chest. "Recognized his tattoo."

"That white separatist shitbag?" Hanna clarified. "Apparently he's been all over Elliot too. Guess he needs to have his fingers in everyone's business; cops, outlaws, and businessmen. He wants to own this town."

Gemma glanced in the rearview window as a man walked out of the cigar shop. She pulled her gun out of her purse and rested it on her knee. "We're going to make sure that doesn't happen."

OoOoO

The women followed Weston across town until he stopped at a warehouse. Gemma was quiet while they watched Weston get out of his car. He met with a group of white guys and passed them envelopes that were certainly full of cash.

Finally the meeting broke, and Weston headed toward his car. He stopped to make a quick detour to the porta-potty. Gemma reached for her gun, and checked the magazine. It took her two tries to put it back together. Hanna put a hand on her arm. "You want me to do this?"

For a moment Gemma looked like she might be considering it, then she shook her head. "No, I gotta do this on my own."

Hanna nodded. "Be quick."

Gemma got out of the car and headed toward the gate. Hanna wiggled over the console, so she was sitting in the drivers seat. They were going to need to get away fast. Hanna watched as Gemma hid in another porta-potty, waiting for her opportunity.

Hanna drummed her fingers on the steering wheel while she watched. Weston emerged to take a phone call. Gemma pushed open the door, barely far enough for Hanna to notice across the street. Then the door shut and Weston got in his car and drove off.

A few minutes later, Gemma crossed the street. She threw open the passenger side door. Hanna stared at her, confused. "I couldn't do it," Gemma said, stating the obvious.

Hanna looked in the direction Weston's car had gone. She opened her purse and pulled out her own pistol. "I've got this."

"He's got kids," Gemma told her, looking like she'd just seen a ghost. The blonde gave her a blank look. "Jesus, Hanna. I can't, okay? Just take me home."

Hanna looked at her for a moment before she sighed. "Yeah, okay, Gem. Whatever you want."

OoOoO

It was a clear, sunny day, perfect for riding. Hanna took Brandy out, and Elliot joined her. They rode in silence, but it wasn't exactly comfortable. She was relieved when her phone rang, giving her a distraction. "Hey, Tara, what's up?"

"Gemma nearly jumped a girl at the supermarket," Tara said, her voice sounded a bit nasally.

Hanna side eyed Elliot, before she spoke. He nodded that he was heading back to the barn. "Damn, any idea why?"

"She refuses to talk about it." From her tone, Hanna inferred that Tara had tried her hardest to convince Gemma otherwise. "You think you could go over there tonight? The boys have something late, and I think she could use the company."

"Sure, we'll have a sleepover, braid each other's hair, and talk about boys," Hanna quipped. Tara huffed. The blonde rolled her eyes, though Tara obviously couldn't see. "Yeah, I'll go over."

"Thanks, I'll try to come by later but I'm not sure if I'll make it."

"No problem. You coming down with a cold?" Hanna asked, as she turned Brandy back toward the barn. "You sound a little weird."

"That would be the broken nose," Tara told her. "Courtesy of Gemma."

Hanna let out a whistle. "You should've led with that." When Hanna and her appaloosa emerged through the trees she spotted Elliot talking to Clay. "Gotta go. I'll text you when I get over there."

Hanna dismounted and led her horse to the paddock, keeping an eye on the boys. Clay had brought Opie and Tig, the latter of whom winked when he saw her. She waited, not wanting to interrupt. The conversation didn't look heated, and she was fairly certain the topic at hand was land. If Elliot didn't sell to Jacob Hale and his housing development, the city council was going to build a freeway through it. It was all anyone at the office could talk about, and Hanna was tired of hearing it.

Finally Elliot walked away, and Tig and Clay shared a few words. Tig turned toward her, flashing a big grin. He had a nasty bruise around his eye. "Well don't you look pretty?"

Tig made a face. "Bobby and his stupid bike," he muttered. Clay nodded at them as he headed down the driveway. "Got something you can help us with, Han." She raised an eyebrow. "There's a vote tonight. Juice is the swing, we need him to go with Clay."

"What are you voting on?" She asked, suspiciously. Tig just shook his head. "Look, if I just tell him to vote with Clay, he'll know someone put me up to it. What's the vote on?"

Tig sighed. "Otto got jumped in prison by the Aryans. We know Zobelle was behind it, and we've got to move on him while we've got a chance."

"Zobelle's a scumbag in more ways than you know," Hanna mumbled. She thought about Gemma and how she hadn't been able to pull the trigger. Someone had to get revenge for her. "Yeah, I'll talk to Juice. He'll vote with Clay."

Tig put a hand on her arm and kissed her on the temple. "You're an angel."

Hanna smirked. "That's what they tell me."