A/n: I always forget to put up the disclaimer. I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING SAMCRO OR SONS RELATED. I ONLY OWE MADISON. I want to thank those of you who had favorited and reviewed. It means a lot that you guys read this 3

"Easy there kiddo, you got quite a bump on ya head." I started to sit up but hands pushed me back down. Slowly opening my eyes I blinked a few times and slowly Tig and Jax's faces came into view. Shakily I sat up and gingerly touched the side of my forehead where I must of hit it. Sure enough I had a huge egg and more than likely a bruise. "Hey Prospect grab her a water." Tig shouted over his shoulder. I took the time to look around and noticed I had been moved to a couch way off to the side in the bar. My first thought was who or what had been done on it and I immediately felt sick. A bottle of water was pushed into my hand and I raised it to my lips to take a sip.

"How are you feeling baby?" Gemma sat to my side in a chair pulled over from a table. I merely nodded, too afraid to speak. Clay's confession rang in my ears and I felt like I was going to pass out again. "Whoah there sugar just relax." I felt her hand smoothing my hair and I leaned into her. "Boys, why don't you give us a minute." She suggested but I knew just as well as they did it was an order. As they shuffled off Gemma moved to sit next to me taking my hand in hers. "Between you and I, that wasn't the way to go about telling you about your dad. I wanted to tell you baby but Clay made it clear no one was to know. I hope you know he makes the decisions he think is best." I wanted to say yea for the club but I didn't have it in me. I knew she was right though. Clay had always made the decisions he felt was best, even if at times they were selfish.

"Why didn't he say anything when I was there? I stayed with him for two years Gemma. Two goddamn years and I didn't even recognize him. His accent…Maureen…did she know?" I asked in a raspy voice. I could tell by the look in Gemma's eyes the answer was yes. "Why did she get to know and I didn't?" I could feel the tears welling up.

"That I can't answer baby but some advice from one Samcro women to another? Quit your crying. You can't be weak around here. Do it behind closed doors."

"I'm not Samcro Gemma. I wasn't the minute I left."

"You'll always be Samcro. It's in your blood." Sighing in defeat I did as she said and forced myself to stop crying before it started.

"I'm so angry, I feel so betrayed." I confessed. The Queen of Samcro nodded in understanding but didn't say anything. We sat in silence for a few minutes before Jax came over.

"Hey Ma, I wanna get her out and go for a ride. You think she's up for it?" He knew it was all up to his mother and my decision didn't matter.

"Ya, she should get some air. Go slow baby okay?" She stood and kissed the top of my head before leaving. Looking up at Jax I knew he felt guilty as hell for that ambush. I had seen it on his face before Clay even spoke the words. Jax took my hand in his and pulled me up before slinging an arm around my shoulders.

The ride was a nice get away but ended too soon. Eventually we had to go back to the club and get ready for the night. Clay was throwing some kind of party for something that had happened while I was knocked out. I didn't know what is was nor did I care. I was currently standing behind the bar with some sweetbutt filling drink orders. I wasn't in the mood to party and I needed to stay occupied. Much to Clay's surprise when I came back I didn't say much about what happened at church; just hugged him then wandered off. It truly was amazing what these guys did when they drank. Tig was currently surrounded by three sweetbutts all kissing and touching him. Shaking my head I tried to erase that sight from my mind knowing that man was not very clean when it came to women. Clay had Gemma sitting in his lap as he pressed small kisses to her head and neck while Jax and Tara were in a deep discussion with Opie and Lyla, Opie's Old Lady. The rest of the guys were in various games of pool or quarters. All accept the one sitting alone at the back of the room watching ma like a hawk. It was the same guy from church and the first time I had entered the bar when I first returned. It felt like every move I made he saw. Growing in aggravation I excused myself from the bar to grab a smoke. Closing my eyes I leaned against the picnic table and inhaled deeply.

"I want a word with ya lass." Opening my eyes I found myself looking at the Son. I took note of the scars on either side of his face, his dark hair a mess on his head and his bright eyes. He looked angry and something else but I couldn't put my finger on it.

"About time you talked to me instead of glaring across the room." I commented returning to my smoke. He was quick on his feet, looming over me menacingly. I wasn't about to deal with some bullshit like this. "What the fuck do you want?" He snatched the cigarette from my hand and puffed on it, more likely a way to calm down before he sat down next to me. Pulling out another I quickly lit it and tried not to notice how my hands were shaking or how close he had sat down next to me. Every time I moved my air it brushed against the leather of his cut and sent shivers down my spine.

"I want to talk about ya Da." Slowly I turned my head to face him.

"Thanks but no thanks. I've had enough of that today." I had no time to react before I was pulled up and shoved against the wall nearby. His hands held my upper arms tightly, his face too close to mine. "Dude, I already have one fucking bump on my head." I snapped trying to hide my fear.

"I dun care about what ya have. I want to talk to ya and ya will listen like a good lass. Ya owe me tha'." His hands slide from my arms to the wall behind me caging me in. "Your Da was the one who killed ma boy. I dun like ya. Guilty by association and all tha." He lowered his mouth to my ear and I felt guilty at the spark that went off in my lower belly. "Ya owe me because of ya Da and I will collect. I am a man of mah word." I pushed against his slightly and heard his his. He pushed against me harder and I could feel the beginning of his arousal. It both sickened and turned me on. I slid my hands up the front of his cut and whispered into his ear.

"I don't owe anyone shit." Grabbing the opening of his cut I lifted my knee quickly and got him good enough that he staggered back a bit. Not giving him a chance to collect himself I threw the hardest punch I knew to the side of his face before rushing back inside. Jax immediately was at my side, worry written on his face.

"You alright? You look spooked." I nodded and smiled.

"I'm fine. Just…excited." There was no way I was about to tell him. "Oh hey Jax? The Scotsman…he have a name?"

"Yea Chibs." I nodded once before returning to the bar. He didn't come back for the rest of the night.