AUTHOR'S NOTE: Just to let me readers know, in my summary of this fic, Tara and the my OC will get into a fight. It clearly states that. What I don't understand is why would you read all the chapters, then comment asking why everyone hates on Tara. It's clearly written in the summary. If you don't like fics that hate on Tara, like this one, I will suggest you don't read it and waste your time? I don't condone cheating and there will be no cheating in this fic! NO CHEATING. Sons of Anarchy have created these men with questionable morals but I am sure they were protective of their Old Ladies. There is no mention of Jax cheating on Tara with my OC. Because I made Happy smile at my OC, that's why in my fic, Jax and the other Sons are interested in OC, not because Jax suddenly got a crush on my OC on the words from Tig.

PHEW. THAT'S OUT OF MY WAY.

CHAPTER TWO

[SUMIRA]

I felt like I slept for 15 hours straight but actually woke up the next morning at nine in the morning. My eyes naturally opened by themselves and body was one with the mattress, even though it wasn't as good as it should be. It was an inn, not Mandalay Bay in Las Vegas. Nonetheless, her stomach growled, reminding her that she really didn't have dinner last night. It was enough motivation to get up from her comfortable spot on the bed and shuffled to the bathroom, rubbing my face.

After cleaning up and feeling my face moisturized, I stepped back into the room and opened my luggage. It looked like it would be hot outside, so no jeans. Shorts? Tank top? Then my eyes settled on the blush pink, halter type sundress. Perfect. I quickly slipped on the dress. God, I loved the color pink! I immediately began to put my makeup on, light and glowy. With a spritz of makeup setting spray, I made sure that my makeup stayed fresh in this heat. I packed my bags, slipping the setting powder, makeup highlighter, and pink-hued lip gloss in my purse. I slipped on my white wedges and grabbed my luggage.

It was a different person this time around and she had a bright smile on her face, a stark difference between her and Sammy, the previous receptionist. I checked out of the inn and packed my luggage into the trunk of my car. I went back inside to ask where I could find breakfast and Laurie, the sweet receptionist, gave me few places to visit but she likes the Green Cafe down the street, right across Steve's smoothie shop, actually.

I had to meet with the realtor around 1 and it was only ten thirty. I followed Laurie's direction to the Green Cafe to see it was really...green. I went inside the cafe and the smell of freshly brewed coffee filled my lungs. They were only a few patrons in the cafe as I went to the registrar. A girl behind the register was reading a book but she put it down when I entered. I could feel her eyes on me as I looked at the menu board.

"Oh my god, Steve was telling the truth!" the girl behind the register said, smiling widely.

"I am sorry?" I asked, confused, distracted. A bagel sounded good with some iced black coffee.

The girl's face colored when she realized that she disturbed me. "I am sorry. It is nothing. Steve was telling me about a new girl in town and here I see you and I got excited! Look at me, blabbering. My name is Beth." she explained, blushing. I gave her a soft smile and Beth relaxed, sensing I wasn't mad at her.

"I will like to have a plain bagel with strawberry cream cheese spread. Do you guys do refills on iced coffee?" I asked and she nodded. "I will have a large iced coffee, please, as well. Thank you." I offered my credit card to her.

"It will be done in five minutes, miss." Beth said, taking the card and swiping it. "If you don't mind me asking, why did you move to Charming?" She gave my card back to me.

"A new place, really. Got tired of the city life and all." I answered, tucking my card back into my wallet. "Well, actually, I like the name of the town, too."

"Only people who move into Charming are people who are running away from something." Beth whispered, and I stared at her in surprise. Beth realized what she had said and gasped. "I am sorry - I didn't mean to -"

"It is alright, Beth. I, myself, did not realize that what I was doing was considered 'running away'. However, it seems you know what a person who is running around looks like." I mused, looking at her patiently. Beth must have known what I was asking for and she smiled, hesitantly.

"Obviously, I am not from here. I used to live in Bakersfield but I had a situation back home that made me run away. A boy I liked distributed my nudes all over town. I could barely walk before I would get accosted by strange men, talking about how nice and pink...it was." Beth said, wincing painfully. I gasped at her, horrified. "Thankfully, the people here are quite adamant that citizens don't get hurt. There is a biker gang here called the Sons of Anarchy. One of them, his name is Chibs, found out why I was running, and he searched around town to see if my nudes reached here. It did but Chibs took care of it and now no one knows me for my tits."

"This Chibs guy sounds amazing." I said, really wanting to meet this guy. Maybe, he is part of the club those two bikers are in? "Now you told me yours, I will have to tell you mine. I was dating this guy named Craig and I know him through my brother. He smiled and I was hooked, hooked. My brother kept on warning me not to fall for Craig's charm and you know sisters; if your brother tells you not to, you do it. In the beginning, everything was fine, the sex was fine, I was happy and so was he. Then I have been getting messages from his ex-girlfriends telling me how crazy he was, that I better drop him before anything could happen. I should have listened to them because a few days later, his true colors showed."

Before I could say anything more, the door opened causing both of us to jump in shock. A man stood there in leather garb. Actually, the cut-off was familiar to the two bikers at the motel. He was slightly chubby and his hair swept back. A long scar bisected his left cheek. He has a beard that only surrounded his mouth. "Hiya, Beth. How's my sweet lass doing?" the man said in a thick Irish accent.

"Chibs! You are here!" Beth said, running around the counter to hug the biker. So, this is Chibs. He looks so huggable but I am sure he will be weirded out if I just hugged him, too. Chibs saw me looking and smirked. I groaned, playfully.

"The new lass, huh?" Chibs said as Beth let go off him. I looked away, embarrassed.

"Steve was right. I should just introduce myself as I go around town." I said, laughing. Chibs laughed as well, walking closer to me, his hand out. "I am Sumira Rena."

"Chibs. Pretty name." he introduced and I smiled at him, shyly. "What were you guys talking about?"

Beth began to push both me and Chibs to a solitary table by the window and told us to sit down. "Wait for me before you continue, Sumira!" Beth said, zooming to the kitchen, and the sounds of coffee machines started up.

"We were talking why we both ran to Charming. Beth told me about her reason and told me you took care of it. So tell me, what did you do?" I asked, placing my chin on my palms, looking at him expectantly. "Did you beat that person up? I hope you did. We should visit him again and refresh his memories."

Chibs laughed, giving me a devilish smirk which made me giggle. "The first thing you do in town is to beat someone up, eh, lass? Got to make sure to step out of yer way." he said, causing me to blush. Beth came back with a tray of food. A bagel smeared in strawberry cream cheese for me and ham and cheese sandwich for Chibs. He got hot coffee while I got an iced coffee.

"Okay, start from the beginning so Chibs can help you out!" Beth said, looking at me hurriedly.

"Okay, okay. So, Chibs, I fell for my brother's friend whose name is Craig and my brother was like 'no, don't fall for his charms' and I was like I will do exactly the opposite what you just said to me because that is what sisters do, you know? As I was saying to Beth, his ex-girlfriend began to message me, telling me how crazy he was and that I should drop him before anything could happen. I didn't believe them; I thought they were just jealous that I was his girlfriend. A few days later, his true colors showed. I was heading to a party of college friend and I was wearing very tight and revealing clothes. He freaking blew up, shouting that I wore that dress so I could go cheat on him. I didn't go to the party because I was so shocked."

I paused, sipping on the coffee. "It was verbal at first. He would nitpick how I looked but when I do try to look good, he accuses me of cheating on him. He would flirt with girls in front of me but if I do even smile at my best friend, who is a man, he will wait until we are home before he blows up. I started to ask for more hours at work which my brother noticed. My brother kept on telling me to leave him but for some reason, I waited for Craig to go back to the way he was. First mistake. The second mistake, I told him that I was going out for drinks with coworkers. That night was the first time and the only time he hit me."

"Feckin' gobeshite!" Chibs cursed then paused. "The only time?"

"Yeah, I didn't want to be beaten around. I am not a punching bag. It was like the hit finally snapped my senses back into their place. I went home, called Rashid and Matt to come over and told them I was done with that man. With my brother and my best friend next to me, I broke up with Craig through the phone." I said, tearing off a piece of ham from Chibs sandwich. In retaliation, he grabbed a bite from my bagel. "Apparently, he thought he could convince me back by kicking down my door. He didn't know my brother and Matt was there and he thought he could take both of them on. Matt is a police officer, well, a rookie, and he knows how to handle men like Craig. Now, Craig is in jail for a year and I have a restraining order against him."

"Why did you come to Charming then if he is already taken care of?" Beth asked, eating her bag of chips.

"As much as I loved Seattle, I was overwhelmed. It was too loud, too many people around. It was too much. My brother upped his protection role and that was taking him away from his very own family. I just wanted to some quiet or somewhere new. Being there after all that happened was sensory overload." I answered and Beth nodded, understanding. "The only fear I have right now is someone posting Craig's bail. If he does go free, will he find out that I am here? Is he that crazy to come all the way down here and find me?"

"Don't you worry your pretty head about it. If he does come here, me and my brothers will take care of him. You met them, I believe." Chibs said, giving me knowing look. I gasped in surprise. I knew it!

"The curly haired one and the bald one?" I asked, excitedly. Chibs nodded, smirking. "How are they doing?"

"The curly one is Tig and the bald one is Happy. They are both doing fine." Chibs answered, "Actually, they were the one who told the crew about you moving in."

"I will make sure to hit them next time I see them." I quipped, causing the biker to bark out a laugh. "In a serious note, you guys don't have to do anything with Craig if he does come here. I can take care of him."

Chibs stared at me, his head cocked to the side. "Nonsense, my girl. You are part of Charming now and if someone harms a Charming, they will get the Sons onto them. You should come and introduce yourself to the crew."

I began to shake my head. "I don't want to impose. I am just a regular girl, not a celebrity." I said, blushing. I couldn't believe that people wanted to know who I am. Chibs just smiled softly.

"You are not imposing. It's time there is a fresh face around the auto shop." Chibs said and my ears pricked at the word 'auto shop'. I looked at him, curiously.

"You guys work at the auto shop?" Chibs nodded, finishing the last bite of his sandwich. "I drove from Seattle to here so I was wondering if I can bring it over either tonight or tomorrow and have it checked out?"

"Definitely! See, two birds with one stone. You say hi and introduce to us while we check out your car. Isn't that an amazing deal? Come tonight. Around seven?" Chibs said and I shook my head.

"I have an interview with Dave's Diner at seven. How about afterward, like 8:30? Sounds good to you, Chibs?" I countered, sipping my coffee, then looked at the time. 11:15.

"8:30 sounds good to me, lassie." said Chibs, smiling. "You are going to work at the Diner?"

I nodded. "I will be meeting with the realtor around one so I need a job to pay the rent."

"Busy gal, huh? Where is the apartment?"

"Rookwood Mount is the apartment complex name. She said the rent was appropriate and it has two bedrooms, one full bathroom, and a half bathroom. The kitchen and living room is only separated by a counter but I don't care much that stuff. For 685 dollar per month, it is okay. I just have to work a lot." I answered, watching Beth take our dishes. "It is only 11:20, I don't know what to do to pass time."

"There isn't much to do here for young girls like you. There is a bar with a pool if you want to play. Are you good?" Chibs said, standing up.

"I am good. I think. Am I not holding you back from your business?" I asked, worriedly, getting up as well. I followed him and watched him throw a twenty in the tip jar. He turned to me and ruffled my hair. I leaned away from him.

"If I had a business to take care of, why would I have offered to play with you?" he asked and my face warmed at how stupid I was. I just giggled, sheepishly. "Come, let me see how you play pool against a biker."

We went out of the cafe and began walking down the sidewalk. "So, bikers have pool lessons in their blood?"

"I am sure I was born on a pool table back in Ireland, darling." Chibs said, smirking. I gave him an impressed look.

"My mom gave birth to me on top of a moving car. That's why I can drive good." I added, causing Chibs to laugh out loud.

"I like your spirit, lass. It may not look like it, but Charming is a wild ride from start to finish and spirit likes yours is needed." he said, stopping in front of a building. "This is it."

I did a double take. "The bar is two doors down from the cafe?" I asked, incredulous. Chibs laughed at my reaction.

"It is a small town. A bar could be 20 feet away from an elementary school and no one would care. They just know where to walk." He explained, winking at me. He opened the door for me and I walked inside the establishment to see that it was moderately packed. It isn't even 12 in the afternoon. "Most people come here to hang, there isn't a lot for grown-ups here so either they hang in the bars or at the mall."

"Makes sense. Ooh, an empty pool table. We got to ask the bartender for the balls, don't we?" I asked, making my way to the bar. "Go, occupy the table while I get it."

"Yes, ma'am." Chibs said, tipping his imaginary cowboy hat. I just laughed at his theatrics and caught the attention of the barkeep. He swaggered over, smiling.

"What can I do for you, sweetheart?" he asked and I watched his eyes travel down my body then back up. Ew, gross.

"I want to play pool with my friend so can I have the ball set, please?" I asked, pointing towards Chibs. The bartender looked over just to see Chibs who waved at him. I watched the flirty look vanish instantly and he nodded immediately. However, he didn't look like the landlord did back at the motel. Maybe this wasn't a good idea. What if I was associated with Sons of Anarchy and people got the wrong idea of me? It is my only second day here.

With a smile of thanks to the barkeep, I headed towards Chibs with the ball set in my hands. Chibs took it out of my hands and started to assemble it. Chibs is so nice, though. He protected Beth, didn't he? A bad person wouldn't do that. That assured me a little. "The bartender didn't give you any trouble, did he? He is known for his...behavior towards women."

"No, he didn't do anything to me. And I can handle myself, Chibs. I don't need a knight in shining armor, or in this case, biker's cut." I reminded him, smiling at him, watching him apply the blue chalk on the cue stick.

"I know, lass." Chibs said, backpedaling. "I am not saying you can't. I am just saying I can beat his ass for you, girlie."

I barked out a laugh, shaking my head at his antics. Chibs told me to break and I did, sinking a solid into the hole. Seeing that it was still my turn, I sunk another bowl and missed in my third round. Chibs sunk three very fast and missed the fourth one. I was impressed. I thought I was good but he is better. Way better. However, I am a fast learner.

It was 12:15 PM. There was a crowd gathering around our pool table watching both me and Chibs battle it out. It was a tie. 3-3 and this last game will be deciding factor who was going to win the jar of money stash in which the whole bar community pitched in. Even the bartender was amongst the crowd and surprise, surprise, he was rooting for me. It was the last round and it was Chibs turn. The magic black ball was sitting innocently at the pool table and the white ball was nowhere near it.

I watched Chibs contemplating his move and honestly, I don't know if he is going to make the ball by where the white ball is. Chibs walked around the pool table, analyzing the possible moves. I mean, there is no way he could make that shot. As I watched sit on the pool table and line up the cue stick behind the white ball, totally opposite to where the black ball, it dawned on me what he was trying to do.

"No fucking way….no way!" I cried out just as Chibs snapped his cue stick against the white ball. I watched the white ball hit the boundary and zoom straight for the black ball. It hit...and the black ball went in. I was part of the group who screamed in astonishment. "That was amazing, Chibs!" I didn't care that I lost; I just saw the most daring and amazing shot in my whole life.

Chibs grinned smugly as bar-goers clapped him on his back. Some also clapped my back, saying that I held my ground against one of the good players of Charming. "You did good, girlie!" the bartender was saying over my shoulder.

"Thanks!" I said, looking at my watch to see it was around 12:30. I walked up to Chibs who looked back at me. "That was an amazing game. I had so much fun!"

"You are a tough cookie to defeat, lass. I enjoyed it as well." Chibs said and I grinned back at him.

"I have to go meet my realtor now. I will see you at the auto shop later tonight?" I asked as he and I walked out the door. "Your brothers won't mind that I come?"

"Nah, lass, they will be excited. The president's wife wants to meet with you because apparently Happy doesn't smile for anyone. Word of advice, the wife, she is a bitch, but that's because the Sons of Anarchy is like a family to her. To see an outsider mingle will make her suspicious of you. So, if she were to say some rude things, don't take it too heart. The plus side, we don't let anyone in. You will be the first outsider in months to come across the doors." Chibs explained and I nodded along. A mother bear to her Cubs, huh. That's fine. I can handle it...right? "Here, have my number. Text me when you reach the shop."

"If you wanted my number, Chibs, just say so. Don't gotta make excuses." I teased as I saved his number on my phone. Chibs blushed and flustered around. "I am just joking, Chibs!" I laughed as I begin to walk away.

"You better watch your back, lass, I will get you back for that one!" he yelled, causing me to laugh even harder.

"Okay, the rent is 685 for an apartment like this?" I asked, shocked. With the exceptions of a mattress and personal utensils, the apartment was furnished. A TV was sitting on its stand, a coffee table in the middle of the living room and a three seater couch with one love seat to the side. The kitchen was the normal basic kitchen with a gas stove and fridge, but no microwave. I had a list with me to buy for the apartment.

"Yes, the market for Charming is actually pretty good so you would be able to afford this apartment and still have money for basic necessities. Your landlord is Vick Dempsey and he mentioned that he will waive off the first month because you are new and it is middle of the month. The rent is due always on the 30th of each month. Seeing that you won't be able to afford to pay this months rent, he waived it and made it that your lease will actually begin the first of next month." The realtor explained, walking deeper into the apartment.

"Wow, that's kind of him. Where I am from, the landlords are not lenient at all. It is still remarkable that it is 685. My rent at Seattle was over 1,000 dollars. I had to work two jobs to keep the apartment." I said, marveled. Do I really need a second bedroom? I could change it into something else, right? "If you were to see Mr. Dempsey, please give him my thanks."

"So, Ms. Rena, is this the final yes?" Rachel asked, looking at me, expectantly.

"Yes, it is my final yes!" I said, laughing. Rachel nodded and made me sign the lease form and handed me the keys. "Where is the place where I can buy the mattress and the microwave?"

"There is a local Home Refurbishment Center in the central square. You can't miss it. It's written in purple." Rachel said, then shuddered. I watched Rachel mumble about respecting people's eyes before she said her goodbye. Thankfully, the apartment was on the ground floor so I didn't need to lug my luggage up the stairs. As I got situated and locked the door behind me, I called Rashid and told him about the apartment. I assured him that I could find another job if my job in the diner can't meet the rent.

I removed the calculator that I always stash for emergencies like this and began the math. "The lady at the work said that hourly is $9.35, now we times that by eight, which we will get 74 dollars and 8 cents, now times that with six and we will get 448 dollars and take that and times it by two: it will 898, approximately. I will have enough money to pay the rent and have some leftover for groceries." I said, placing my calculator down, waiting for him to say I was wrong.

"Alright; you got your shit together. Maybe, I can come down in a few weeks time to see you, eh?" Rashid suggested and I could hear children screaming in his background. That must be Ruhena and Samir, devil children.

"Yeah, that would be cool! Invite Matt, too, or else he will hurt you for going without him." I reminded him, pulling my luggage behind me to the master bedroom to see the bare bed frame. "I have to go and buy myself a mattress. Which is good, really. I don't want to sleep on a used mattress, used by someone I don't know. So, I updated you and it is around 2. I need to begin to unpack so I will call you later?"

"Go ahead. Bye, Sumi."

I had taken a body shower and I smell like I laid amongst jasmines for hours. I decided on wearing a white, button up style dress with spaghetti straps would work for both the interview and the auto shop meet up. It still surprises me that Chibs would invite someone like me, an outsider, to meet with the club. Is it that shocking a person had moved in? Now that I think about it, who would simply just invite a stranger to group of closed friends? What I am assuming of the Sons of Anarchy is that they are a gang. They all share the same symbol (the reaper) and they call each other brothers. Let's call the SoA what it is: a gang. A gang that protects the town but a gang nonetheless.

Did Chibs have an ulterior motive in inviting me over?

Biting my lip in uncertainty, I looked at the watch on my phone to see it was six which hurried me up with my make up. If there is an ulterior motive, a trap, what could I do? I said that I was strong to Rashid but when it comes down to the gritty truth, I couldn't even ward of Craig or had the strength to leave when I should have. However, Chibs was so nice. I never felt scared in his presence but at the same time at the beginning I was never scared of Craig either. Maybe I was too trusting? Now, I can't call Chibs and cancel. It would be so rude and what excuse could I have? I mean, I could say no and not have any excuses.

Just go check them out. They are at least upfront about who they are. Craig his his true colors. You can't compare the two, my inner voice said, as I put on some bronze, dangling earrings. If they don't think you were a right person to say hi to them, they wouldn't have invited me. Chibs must have found me trust worthy to visit his family. It warmed my heart up a little bit and kind put my doubts at ease.

Dave's Diner was bit further away than the central plaza, probably it being a family restaurant and not want the children being in that central plaza filled with bars. There were lots of cars in the parking lot when I turned up. It was 6:50 when I walked through the door and a short girl with blond hair came up to me with menus in hand.

"How many?" she asked, her eyes bright and twinkling.

"I am actually here for the interview at seven?" I informed, smiling. Her eyes lit up and she nodded. She told me to follow her, saying that her name was Stacy Williams and that she couldn't wait to work with me.

"You will definitely get the job; we are kind of short on workers. Arlene got herself pregnant eight months ago during her birthday bash and she left for maternity leave a week ago." Stacy blabbered, leading me to the back of the restaurant where the door to the office was closed and on the door written on piece of printer paper read 'Mr. Kinley". "Sammy is boring, she doesn't like talking to anybody."

Sounds familiar… "Does this 'Sammy' work at the inn as well?"

Stacy giggled then shook her head, suddenly morose. "Oh, you already met her, huh? Don't take offense to her lack of manners and social skill. Her dad got into a wrong crowd and it up to Sammy to get rid of the debt. Poor girl works three jobs."

"Oh, my." I uttered, seeing the girl in a new light. If I was in her situation, I would be doing the same thing.

"She has pride, though. She won't let anyone help her. The Sons offered but she was adamant that she will never owe anyone ever again." Stacy explained as she knocking on the door. On the other hand, I will not be divulging my secrets to Stacy. I don't think Sammy would appreciate if she finds out what I know about circumstances. Was it commendable or damnable that Sammy declined the Sons help? Three jobs to fix her dad's mistake...Would I also deny if they offered their help? Or would I swallow my pride and accept it?

After the 'come in' from Mr. Kinley, Stacy smiled at me, her eyes literally glittering from the excitement of me joining the diner with her. I just smiled at her and checked if my dress was appropriately on and not missing a button. With a wink thrown at Stacy, I entered the office.