November 1st, 2004 - SAMCRO's Club House Charming, California

Sunlight seeped through the cracks in blinds, and onto Melena's drowsy face. She blinked into the bright light of the late morning and smiled lazily, eying the man before her. She truly loved every inch of him. Melena propped herself up on her elbow, using her free hand to toy with his wild curls. She pressed a small kiss to his temple, cheek, to the corner of his mouth, and made her way down to his jawline, leaving kisses soft enough to allow him to continue sleeping.

It wasn't until she caressed his bicep that his nose twitched. Melena smiled, knowing he was awake, and let her lips pull into a smirk. She dragged her hand gently to his chest, her touch making his muscles tense under her fingers. Down, down, down, she went, leaving kisses on every inch her fingers touched, until she was at his navel.

Melena grinned, looking up at Tig, shaking her head softly when she saw he was still pretending to be asleep. Pushing the covers aside, Melena wet her lips, happy to see that he was fully erect. Melena held the base of his cock, pumping slowly before taking his tip into her mouth, tongue flicking over its slit rapidly. She could tell very suddenly that Tig was no longer pretending be asleep, seeing as he bucked his hips while simultaneously grabbing her hair, forcing himself down her throat. Melena groaned as he delved into the depths of her mouth. "Fuck, yeah, doll, just like that."

Melena took her hand from his base, and used it to cup his balls, dragging her head up against Tig's heavy hand. When she encompassed him once more, Tig cursed, as she took more of him than ever before. "That's it," he pulled out of her mouth and in a single swift motion, she was on her back. Melena laughed, rolling her eyes up to meet his.

"Something wrong, Tigger?"

"Yeah, doll, something's wrong." he remarked as he rummaged through his bedside table. "I'm not buried balls deep in that tight little cunt of yours."

"Get to it, baby." she paused, clicking her tongue. "What the fuck are you looking for?" they'd stopped using condoms weeks ago, when Melena got herself on the pill.

Instead of a verbal response, Tig dangled a pair of cuffs in front of her. Melena shuddered, and Tig leaned down, pressing a soft, and somewhat sticky kiss to her forehead. "Trust me, baby. I ain't gonna hurt you." Melena nodded slowly, a smile creeping to her lips. That's his girl. Tig's hands slithered up her lithe frame, fingers lingering on the skin that stood out from the rest, just under her clavicle. Melena frowned, "Every inch." he muttered, shit eating grin on his lips. He could've sworn his girl blushed.

Not one for tender moments, Tig secured the handcuff around her wrist, weaving the chain between the bars of the headboard, before encompassing her wrist with the other. He watched as her chest rose and fell, admiring the metal glistening on either side of the peak of her nipple. Tig captured a bud in his mouth, tongue flicking over the balls of her piecing. Melena arched her back forward, and the metal of the cuffs and headboard clashed, indicating resistance.

"Ah, ah." Tig scolded, dragging a nipple between his teeth. Melena mewled. "I want you still, baby doll. Can you do that for me?"

"I don't-"

Tig pinched one of her nipples, and smiled as she cried out. "Can you do that for me?" he rolled the soft peak between his fingers, flicking the metal sharply. "Tell me you can."

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes, I can stay still for you. Please, God, fuck." Melena choked on her own words. Tig gave her breast an approving squeeze and dragged his tongue from one nipple to the next, offering it equal treatment. Melena, while noisy as fuck, remained almost perfectly still, aside from the rapid rising and falling of her chest. "Baby, please…"

"What do you want?"

"To cum." she deadpanned, and Tig smirked. He loved when she got mouthy. As though she hadn't said a thing, Tig proceeded to grope and toy with her. "I want you to fuck me." she pleaded, finally, after a few long moments of a rare exhibition of Tig's self control. "Please just fuck me."

Smiling, Tig withdrew from her body to admire it. He adored each divot and soft curve. The way her chest swelled around the sides and below her brand. Loved the way her hipbones protruded ever so slightly from the flat of her stomach, and the nearly hairless haven between her legs. Tig ran his hands up her calves and as soon as he reached her knees, he pulled her legs apart savagely, fixing himself between them. Steadying his cock in his hand, Tig pressed it against her core. He nearly moaned as he dragged it up to her clit, and down again, feeling her get increasingly wet.

Tig drew in a steady breath as he eased his way into her. She was warm, she was wet, and she was oh-so tight, as always. He was only halfway in and he could visibly see the pain he was causing her. "Laina, baby, relax. Let me make you feel good." he cooed, hand sweeping gently over her hips. Melena bit her lip and nodded. "Good girl." Tig rocked his hips slowly, doing his best not to cum as her walls alternately tightened and eased around him. When she'd relaxed completely, her pussy no longer a vice around him, he bucked his hips firmly, causing a small yelp to pass her lips. "You'll get used to it, baby doll, you always do." he assured her, finding himself a moderately paced rhythm.

Steadily, Tig thrust, closing his eyes as her vagina swallowed him whole. Melena moaned each and every time filed her entirely, and Tig couldn't think of anything he'd rather hear. "That feel good, baby?"

"Mhmm," she hummed, a moan dancing in her throat. She grunted, pained as he lifted her leg, dragging it from his hip to his shoulder. "Oh-Oh, fuck, oh, fuck." she cried, unabashed. Tig grunted, the force of his thrusts increasing with each stroke. "Oh, fuck, Tig,"

"Yeah? Tell me how much you like that. Tell me you're my dirty little girl."

Melena froze, her body suddenly extremely tense. Tig, noticing the change in her, stopped completely. "Laina." She was crying, now, thrashing violently against the restraints. "Laina, baby, shh, calm down," he tried to comfort her, but it only caused her to struggle more. Tig swiped the key from his bedside table and tried keeping her still enough to undo the handcuffs. "Melena, stop fucking moving. I can't unlock -"

"Don't fucking touch me." she shrieked, "No, no, no, no, no."

Tig managed to uncuff her, and grabbed her shoulders, slamming them down roughly against the bed. "It's me. God fucking damn it, it's me. Tig. Melena, it's me." suddenly, Melena stopped struggling. For a moment she was still. Too still. He couldn't feel her breathing, and Tig distanced himself from her, making sure she wasn't unconscious. "Laina?" she fell into his arms like lead, body racked with sobs. He held her, pulling her as close to him as possible.

Melena didn't speak for a good five or six minutes. She wiped her eyes, and distanced herself from Tig's grip. "I'm sorry," she croaked, voice hoarse from the tears. "I'm so fucking sorry."

"The hell are you sorry for, Laina?"

"I didn't-I, I don't know what happened up here," she tapped a finger against her temple. "I couldn't. I couldn't, I fucking couldn't, so I panicked." she looked up at him. "I was six the first time."

"Jesus,"

"Ron came into my room, he was drunk, I could smell it. He got into my bed."

"You don't need to-"

"It happened with him until I was ten. Then, he brought Bartholomew and Kane."

Tig's brows furrowed over his eyes. "Tholomew and Kane? Your dad's-"

"My dad walked in when I was twelve, and I was so relieved, because I knew he wouldn't believe me until he saw it. He joined them." her voice was dull and vacated. It was as though Melena had been sucked out of her body. "It wasn't until I was thirteen that it finally stopped. Dad said enough was enough, and that I was becoming a woman, and no man would want me if I was getting dick in every hole on a nightly basis. So they had their last night of fun, and then everything was fine. They acted like nothing ever happened.

I talked to my dad about it last year, finally. I went to visit him. I told him how no man wanted me, now, anyways, despite his supposed kindness. I told him that no man wanted me, because I wouldn't sleep with anyone, because all I could think about was my dad and his boys.

He cried. The only time I'd ever seen that man cry, was when I told him nobody would fuck me.

He said I was too beautiful to waste. That I couldn't end up like my mother, with six bullets in the back from the father of her unborn child. He told me he loved me. That he'd make things right." Melena laughed. "How fucked up is that?"

Present day, SAMCRO Club House - Charming, California

Bitch was a nasty piece of work, he'd give her that. Happy stared at Melena for a long while, studying her pretty features as if to memorize each line and curve of her face. She was a marvel, too. Sharp cheekbones dipped into a deep valley before rising at her strong jawline. Her nose suited her, though it was a bit too small for the rest of her face. She had doe-like eyes, wide and wondrous, that blazed a brilliant steely grey. Her body didn't hurt either. All lean muscle and soft curves. The contrast between the swell of her tits and her waist was stark, but not extreme as the croweater's, and Hap found that appealing. She had this natural, casual beauty, altough she put in an obvious effort. Even now, after spending the night tied to a chair, she was in tip-top shape.

Hap's attention was taken away from her body and to her words. "I know the ins-and-outs of things. Every procedure, every protocol, every last detail, I know."

"Go on, darlin'," Jax urged, more interested than he'd ever dreamed of being.

"I can tell you the way they run heroin, pussy, and guns. Every resource they have, I know of. I know the way things are run behind bars. I know the members, their ranks, jobs, and how vital they are to what operations and why."

Hap stared at her, curiosity now peaked. "That's alotta talk, girl. What're you looking for with the club?"

Jackson nodded in agreement, approving of Happy's question. Melena looked down at her hands clasped tightly together in her lap before bringing her eyes up to shift between the two Sons. "I want you to take those motherfuckers down. I want the brand demolished. Leaders, members, and affiliates killed." she paused, soaking in their expressions of surprise. "I'll provide all the info, I'll see to it that you get the money and the businesses, but I want them taken down."

"That's a big request, Melena."

"But it's a tempting one." Melena replied evenly, confidence not faltering even a smidge. "You get rid of an enemy, guaranteed. Not only that, but you keep their business, and the mountain of cash they have stored around the country. Your club only gains, and at a very small price."

"I have a feeling we've only heard a part of the cost."

"Smart man." the girl beamed, "In order to get some of these men alone, you'll need bait. As long as my name is clear of suspicion, I can be that bait. The Baron doesn't take betrayal lightly, and any of the AB not coming to my aid is a great one."

"Still not naming your price, darlin'."

"I have a few that I need to die by hand. I understand and have the utmost respect for the club's ways of handling things. Your enforcer does great work," she regarded Happy with a nod. "But this is where the personal shit comes into play."

Jax was evidently deep in thought. "I need a reason." he said, finally, eyes meeting Melena's. "I need to know your motives."

"Despite the circumstances, I'm no rat. I'm not gaining money, here. I have nothing to gain but closure."

Seeing the look exchanged between the Pres and his right hand, Melena decided to elaborate.

"My old man and his three closest men raped me from the time I was six, until I was thirteen. I should have never been trusted with the information I have, because anyone else would have broken down long ago, which I thought about, trust me. However, I'm not stupid. I know one has to be strategic when playing with the wolves. They were sloppy, they were wishful, and now, they're fucked. They handed me the loaded gun, now all I know to do is shoot. My loyalty never lied with the brand, Jackson. You know this."

"That ain't what your chest says," Hap rasped, referring to the clover. Melena smiled softly.

"I was fourteen, and it was a gift from my old man's right hand. I didn't have a choice." she cleared her throat.

"I'll take it to church. We'll have a vote." Jax declared, standing up. "And don't worry about, Tigger, Laina, I know he'll set aside your difference to do what's best for his club."

Melena smiled at the use of her old nickname, and stood, extending a hand. Jax shook his head, and Melena quirked an eyebrow. "We're not allies, yet, we're just old acquaintances."

Thank you all so much for the follows, favorites, and reviews. This chapter gives a little bit of insight onto Melena and Tig's beef, her future role in the club, and the way things are gonna pan out. I apologize if her story was hard to read, but there will be more detailed flashbacks of her trauma in later chapters. Consider yourself warned. Your comments are much appreciated. Please feel free to voice any comments, questions, or concerns.