Tara had decided to try to reschedule the meeting to make up for the time she'd lost the previous night due to Chibs' hand injury. However, there was also supposed to be a SAMCRO meeting that evening, and because it was a special one to discuss the newest situation the old ladies were expected to there as well so she was on a time crunch. This made her all the more irritated when Wendy showed up almost thirty minutes late with what could be best described as sex hair.

Crossing her arms over her chest Tara glared at Wendy "Where were you? I told Lowen you'd get here around the same time I did."

Wendy almost looked apologetic for a second, but then something flashed across her face and Tara knew she wasn't about to get an apology. "I had to take care of something."

"Like what? Sex with someone you just met?" Tara snorted. She knew it was probably wrong to chide the other woman on her sex life, but it was irritating that eventhough she'd know she was expected at the meeting she'd arrived late in favor of some unknown party whom she may or may not have met recently.

"Look, I'm not that late, and I honestly forgot about the meeting until after I'd slept with him." Wendy tried to remain casual.

"I get it, this meeting may not mean that much to you, but this is my life! My family!" Tara couldn't help but rage a little at Wendy's casual attitude to her lateness.

For a brief moment Wendy softened "look, it was a mistake that won't happen again. The guy was kind of a bastard anyway so I doubt I'll continue the relationship."

xxx

Most of the time the members of the Sons of Anarchy motorcycle club appeared to be stoic and unafraid of anything they encountered. However, the men gathered in the back room at Diosa all looked incredibly unerved, quietly glancing at eachother with most of them trying to measure their position in the room so they were on exactly the side they thought would be most safe. Jax had positioned himself at a true neutral between the glares of his mother and Fiona Larkin. Chibs was sitting on his wife's left side, holding her hand with his uninjured one. Although his nervousness was obvious to every person in the room, it was easy to assume that it had everything to do with the fight everyone assumed would break out and nothing to do with ulterior motives. He'd already discussed his plans with Fiona. At first she'd argued that he should stay with the club, but something in her eyes told him that she was only trying to play devil's advocate to make sure he planned to stand by his choice. In that moment he knew that he had to stand by what he was insisting, he couldn't let her or Kerrianne down again by choosing the club. He knew he would also have an upper hand on Jimmy O'Phelan by listening to the one person who had been forced to deal with his wrath for years, the person who also happened to be the only one who could reign his own bouts of self sacrificing gallantry in.

Having arrived late, Tara took the only seat left in the room which was to the right of the couch the couple was seated on. Out of the corner of her eye she caught Gemma glaring at her as if she'd chose the wrong side of the room, but she didn't believe in holding petty grudges and while she knew full well that Gemma could be dangerous, all she'd done was take a seat in a chair. It wasn't as if this one innocent move would turn Gemma completely against her.

Before Jax could start to speak, Chibs cleared his throat. When the entire room turned to the big biker, he let go of his wife's hand and slowly began removing his cut.

"What are you doing?" Jax asked warily eyeing him.

"Something I should have done the moment you accused me of working with that bastard O'Phelan." Chibs snarled taking out his pocket knife.

"You're crippling the club!" Jax leaned forward in his chair as he spoke, as if he thought he could intimidate the older man into staying by threatening to get in his personal space.

Almost as if Jax's remark and body language had actually intimidated him, Chibs stopped his sloppy attempt at cutting the Vice President's patch off his cut. "I can't do this."

Jax sat back in the chair, his body relaxing, assuming he'd managed to get Chibs back on his side until the other man continued.

"I can't cut this bloody patch off with my injured hand!" ,frustrated he passed the cut over to the only person he trusted to actually remove his patch. It was in a way another act of defiance to Jax Teller. As an unwritten club rule it was universally frowned upon for the old ladies of SAMCRO club members to touch, or remove their husband or boyfriend's patches from his cut.

However, the only person brave and foolish enough to try to come in between what was happening was Ratboy. "Let me do it for you." The prospect started to reach over Fiona's shoulder to grab the cut from her lap. Before he could complete his intended action, the woman grabbed his wrist in a strong almost bone breaking grip effectively stopping him in his tracks. In that moment the prospect was sure the bone was about to crack. Finally, Fiona released her grip and the prospect stumbled backwards clutching his wrist.

The rest of the room, other than Chibs, watched in silent shock. The stares however, didn't bother Fiona and she continued cutting off the patch where her husband had left off removing it in record time and placing it on the table before her.

Turning back to Jax, Chibs reached over and pushed the patch towards the SAMCRO president "You need to give that patch to someone that you're not constantly accusing of working against you."