A/N: Wow…just wow. That is all can say for the amount of reviews and alerts I got after just one chapter. I would sincerely like to thank all of you and as a gift, I worked hard to get this second chapter posted. Please enjoy and continue to review.

I should also note that I won't be following the original storyline so please don't send me messages telling me that my story is wrong. Also, for those that wonder the character of Leylani is based on the actress Kelly Monaco.

For those that love Maintain the Pain, I should have the next chapter posted in the next few days. The next few chapters for that story is very difficult to write and I'm struggling to make sure that I convey the right emotions.

Okay, enough rambling

"Come in." Happy commanded as he heard someone knock twice on his dorm room. He looked up from tying his boots to see Clay walk in the room and shut the door.

"Hey Pres. What's up?"

"That chick is supposed to show up today?"

"Yeah. She never told us what time though." Clay scratched his beard slightly.

"What was your take on her?" Happy transferred to SAMCRO permanently about a month ago and Clay felt like his table was finally complete. While Tig was and would always be his right hand, Clay knew that there was no one better at being a 2nd than Happy.

While Tig was hyper, unpredictable and wore his insanity on his sleeve, Happy was more controlled. Happy rarely lost his cool and all of his movements seemed to be precisely planned out. Another good trait that Happy had was his ability to always observe every situation. He was the silent observer, constantly watching everything around him and taking mental notes.

"She seemed determined. It's obvious that Honey chick meant a lot to her and she's willing to do anything to keep the meds away from those fucking pricks." If Happy was honest with himself, Leylani had been on his mind since they left her cabin two days ago. She was definitely a tough woman but there was something more. There was a softness and vulnerability in her eyes that showed there was a lot more to her story than the obvious.

"Anything else?"

"She did look like she took a nice blow to the face. We asked if it was someone threatening her about the meds and she said no."

"Abusive old man?"

"Don't know. She seems to be living alone."

"You think she's going to go with this plan?" Happy shrugged.

"That I'm not sure about. She seems to have built herself a nice life. She's in the fucking woods, no neighbors, just a dog."

"Well, hopefully we can convince her to see things our way. When she comes in, we will all sit her at the redwood." Clay went to walk out the door when Happy's voice stopped him.

"There is one thing that's been on my mind." Clay turned back around. "She said that Zobelle came into her job. She didn't mention anyone being with him. She said Zobelle made her skin crawl so I'm sure she would have mentioned Weston if he was there."

"You think Zobelle is going rouge?" Happy shrugged his shoulders.

"Weston's a true believer in this white is right bullshit that he's been spitting. From what I gathered from this bitch, she's not white. She's gotta be some type of Spanish. There is no way Weston would want to do business with her."

"So you are thinking that Zobelle is going behind Weston's back?"

"It would make sense." Clay nodded.

"Okay. We'll keep that in mind but hey, I need a favor. I'm going to ask that you watch over her until she settles in, gets used to how we run shit around here. If these assholes are as dangerous as we think they are, you the right guy for the job to keep her safe."

Leylani pulled her Dodge Ram truck into TM Auto and breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that her GPS thought a town named Charming was a joke and had her running around in circles before she finally pulled over and asked for directions.

Leylani jumped out of the truck and grabbed Scuttle's leash. She hoped that everyone would be okay with her bringing the dog but she couldn't bare to leave him at home when she wasn't sure what time she would be back. She held onto the leash with one hand and she opened the back bed with the other. She grabbed a medium sized satchel as she headed towards the sign that said office.

She noticed a few people staring at her but none of the faces matched the four men that she met the other night. She knocked slightly on the door and a woman with black-rimmed glasses and great cleavage looked up.

"Can I help you?"

"Hi. My name is Leylani. Piney is expecting me." Gemma looked the woman up and down. She had been briefed on the little bit of information they had on the young woman. Clay had come in the office and begged her to be nice, knowing how his old lady could get when it comes to new pussy hanging around the club. Gemma stood up and reached out her hand.

"I'm Gemma. Gemma Teller. I was told you would be coming." Gemma eyed the large dog that seemed to be attached to Leylani's hip. Leylani looked down and blushed.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't think to leave him at home. Is he being here alright?" Gemma waved her off as she bent down to pet the dog.

"It's fine sweetheart. What's his name?"

"Scuttle." At Gemma's raised eyebrow, Leylani continued to explain. "The Little Mermaid is my favorite movie." Gemma smirked slightly.

"My boy used to love it too…just don't say anything, he will never live it down with this group." Leylani smiled as Gemma stopped playing with the dog.

"The guys should be in the clubhouse. If you want, we can hook Scuttle up outside so he can run around a bit?"

"That would be great, thanks." Leylani petted Scuttle, waved to Gemma and started walking towards the area that Gemma had pointed out. She opened the front door and was assaulted with a smell that made her want to throw up. She looked around the darkened room and saw two figures standing by the bar.

"Excuse me?" Leylani asked as the men turned around.

"We have no desire to be saved sweetheart." The one with the black hair and blue eyes said.

"What?" Leylani asked, confused.

"Aren't you one of those bible loving bitches here to save our damned souls. You sure look like one." Leylani looked down at her outfit and things started to make more sense.

She was dressed in a demure three piece black suit, her hair was pulled back in a tight bun on the base of her neck and besides the foundation covering her still blackened eye, she was make up free. Leylani couldn't help herself; she started to laugh much to the amusement of both men.

"Oh God, that was funny. I'm not trying to save shit. I'm looking for Piney. My name is Leylani." The taller one with the shortened grey hair stood up a little straighter.

"You're Honey's girl?" Leylani nodded.

"Gemma told me I could find him in here."

"You met Gemma? And you still have all your teeth?" The black haired man winced when the taller man smacked him the back of the head.

"Ignore him sweetheart. He's fucked in the head. I'm Clay Morrow, President of Sons of Anarchy and this here is Tigger."

"Tig." Tig growled out. He didn't like for people who didn't know him to give him a nickname. Leylani smiled at the both of them.

"Stay right here darling and we will gather up the boys and talk." Clay tilted his head towards the back. "HEY. ONE OF YOU GET OUT HERE AND GET THIS GIRL SOMETHING TO DRINK." Clay and Tig headed outside while Leylani took a seat.

She looked up as a shorter man walked towards her with a pot of coffee with him. However, that was not what startled her. What startled her was the fact that said man was holding the pot with one finger.

"Would you like a cup of coffee?"

"Oh..shit..um..no..no thank you." Not much rattled Leylani but a man with only two fingers was not something you saw everyday. The man nodded before turning to walk away.

"I accept that."

"Yo. The chick is here let's go." Clay announced to everyone standing in the garage. Tig turned towards Jax.

"I thought you said she was a nice piece. That bitch in there looks like she should be running a library." Jax put his arms around Tig.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you that beauty is only skin deep, Tiggy?" The guys laughed amongst themselves as they made their way into the clubhouse. Leylani turned around and smiled. Jax approached her first and gave her a hug.

"This is a different look for you." Leylani smiled. "Left the cartoon pjs at home?"

"I had a meeting with Honey's lawyers today. Didn't think they would appreciate the pajamas."

"Is everything alright sweet pea?" Piney asked as he gave the small woman a hug.

"Yeah. It's just mainly insurance shit that needs to be taken care of."

"Let's take this to the redwood guys. Juice, go in the back office and grab Hap and Koz." Leylani followed them into a room and smiled when Bobby offered a seat. Who says bikers don't have manners? She looked up as Happy and a man she didn't know walked in. Leylani unzipped her satchel and produced a white box. She stood up and walked towards Happy.

"Here is the rest of the medication for your mother. It's a three month supply. I have my supplier putting your list on rotation so there should be no problem getting your next round of meds." Happy nodded his thanks as Leylani took her seat back.

"Alright. You met Tig. That's Chibs, Juice, Opie, Koz, and you know the rest of the knuckleheads. Guys, this here is Leylani." Leylani gave a small wave.

"Piney has informed us of your situation and we would like to help. We want to offer our services to help protect you and your meds." Leylani raised an eyebrow. She wasn't stupid by any means and judging by the stories she heard from Honey, there is going to be more to this story than just a couple of bikers trying to help some girl.

"What's the catch?" Everyone seemed a bit shocked at her question. "Come on, you guys are just willing to help me, a girl that you never met before, based solely on the opinion of a woman who is now dead and you expect me to believe that you don't want anything in return?" Clay smiled slighltly. He had to hand it the girl; she sure had some balls.

"We heard that your little medication business is very profitable. We figure we can share some of the profits."

"What percentage?"

"40"

"20" Leylani counteracted.

"I didn't realize this was negotiation." Leylani sighed as she went into business woman mode.

"I never asked for protection. You guys are doing this as a favor to Honey and while I'm grateful, I'm not stupid. I'm not going to just give up forty percent of my money to a group of people that I don't even know." Leylani crossed her arms on the table. "How about we do 80/20 on a year long basis? After the year has passed, we will sit back and reevaluate our relationship and maybe change those numbers? It's only fair."

Leylani watched as all the guys seemed to be having silent conversations with their eyes. She knew that she could very well be putting her foot in her mouth but she was not about to be railroaded by anyone. She would rather take her chances by herself than make a deal that she knew was shitty. After a few tense moments, Clay held out his hand.

"Deal." Leylani breathed a sigh of relief. "We have one more thing to discuss; your Zobelle problem. We have had a few run ins with that asshole and trust me when I tell you, he's far from friendly. We all talked it over and we think that it would be in your best interest if you would move to Charming."

"WHAT THE HELL?" Leylani asked, a little louder than she intended to. "With all due respect, while I appreciate the fact that you are willing to help me, I don't see why I have to uproot my life. I live alone in a pretty secluded area. The house isn't even in my name so barely anyone knows I'm up there."

"Zobelle is not some hillbilly redneck with a junior high education. He's connected and he's clever. It will be nothing for him to find you if he wants to. You moving to Charming is the only way that we can guarantee your safety." Leylani sighed to herself. She knew that Clay's words held some truth to them but she was not happy about having to pack up her life.

"Where would I stay? What would I do for work?"

"We have an extra room here at the clubhouse just to get you settled."

"Why would you need to work? I thought these meds made you rich." The young Mohawked man named Juice asked.

"I need some type of legal employment to keep the IRS off my ass. The last thing I want is them questioning how I'm able to afford all my extracurricular activities when my status says unemployed."

"I'll get Gemma to ask around and see if anyone is hiring." Clay was ready for anything that Leylani was going to throw at him. After all, 17 years with Gemma has taught him a few things about how to handle a strong willed woman.

"I'm going to need a window."

"How big?"

"At least a week. I'm going to have to find a new space for the meds, call the clinics and tell them that I'm moving, make arrangements with my suppliers, pack up some of my things, get Scuttle ready for the move. That's going to take some time."

"What the fuck is a Scuttle?" Tig asked.

"My dog."

"I'll make sure that at least two of my guys are up there at all times to help you out, make the move quicker. Happy, Jax, you two take the first shift." Clay banged down his gavel and Leylani was less than impressed with the meeting. Clay turned and smiled at her.

"Welcome to Charming darling."