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-Jennifer11

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Charlotte's POV

I woke up to the loud sound of a door slamming. My eyes blinked away the sleep before realizing where I was. I smiled as Kozik kissed my forehead. He was laying on his back, me on my stomach. His arm was around me just like my arm was draped over his chest. One of my legs was hooked over his and my head was resting on his shoulder.

Last night, he had striped down to his boxers while I had taken off my dress then pulled on one of his shirts and a clean pair of his boxers. I wanted to be comfortable but I didn't want to lead him on by wearing skimpy pajamas. He seemed to understand and kept things light and modest.

Kozik tilted my head up to kiss my lips. I heard him whisper, "Let's just stay in bed today, babe."

I was about to answer when someone knocked on the door. Half Sack stuck his head in, "Ah, sorry to interrupt. But, uh, Clay wants us at the table."

Kozik groaned out, "Kay, I'll be right there." Half Sack left just as abruptly as he showed up. Kozik kissed me again, "I gotta go, but you can stay here if you want…"

Before I could answer, Gemma poked her head in, "Koz, they're at the table. Charlotte, why don't you get dressed and come with me." We rolled out of bed and got dressed. He hugged me tightly before going our separate ways. I wonder what Gemma wants to do with me? What are they talking about in that room?

Gemma's POV

Clay and I were sound asleep when we got woken up by the phone ringing. Bobby said we needed to get to the clubhouse because of some drama that went down last night. He also said that Opie was on his way and we needed to get Tara to come in too. What the hell happened after we left? I wondered as I got dressed and we drove to the clubhouse.

As soon as we walked onto the lot, Juice started informing us on everything that happened last night. At least everything he had heard from Phil or whoever else was still around when it all went down. Damn it, Tig. Why did he threaten Charlotte? She is a First 9's daughter and a member of this family.

I glared at the guys as I stormed into the kitchen to start a pot of coffee. I went into Clay's dorm room to grab a sweater, slamming it on my way back into the clubhouse. I ran into Happy as Clay was pouring himself a cup of coffee. "Hap, is this true?" I received a nod. "Shit. You better make this right."

I patted his shoulder as I went back into the hallway to get Charlotte. He caught me before I could get to far, "Don't have to. Did it herself. Punched Tig." I wanted to ask him what he meant but he disappeared into the chapel. She did what? This I gotta see.

I passed Half Sack in the hall, "Did she really slug Tig?"

He stopped, "Yes ma'am, right in the jaw. But I heard her hand isn't in great shape, though."

"Shit, can you get a prospect to find out where Tara is?" He nodded and kept walking.

After telling Charlotte to get ready and come with me, I went back and got myself a cup of coffee. After Ratboy told me Tara was on her way, I poured mugs for her and Charlotte.

Charlotte's POV

I pulled on a pair of jeans, a tee shirt, and my vans sneakers before pulling my hair into a ponytail. I walked out of Kozik's room and found Gemma sitting at the bar, drinking coffee and talking to Tara. Did they know about last night?

My question got answered as they both turned and grinned at me. Gemma set down her mug, "Hey, did you have a good night?" I felt my cheeks getting warm and I shifted uncomfortably, unsure of what to tell them. "Don't worry, babygirl, he got what was coming to him and even deserves more." She hugged me and led me over to the couch. Tara followed and was carrying a large red bag.

I sat down, Gemma and Tara sitting on either side of me. I could hear some muffled yelling coming from the closed doors. Phil brought us fresh coffees and set them down in front of us before resuming the cleaning he and two other prospects were doing.

Tara was watching me closely as she asked, "How's your hand? It looks swollen. Can I take a look?" I nodded and she gingerly started touching my right hand. "Can you make a fist for me Charlotte?" I tried to curl my fingers, wincing then inhaling sharply. "Phil can you bring me a bag of ice?" She nodded and dug through her bag for an ACE bandage. She placed the ice on my hand then wrapped it firmly. "We need to get you x-rayed and maybe into a cast. I think you fractured your fourth and fifth metacarpals. Sorry, your ring and pinky fingers, in your palm.."

I was unnerved, "I really don't want to…"

Gemma chuckled, "I know baby, you don't want to go back to the hospital. I promise you won't be staying. Plus you can visit with your good friend David."

Before I could answer, the doors banged open and most of the guys came walking out. Tara and Gemma got up to greet Jax and Clay. Piney and Opie came directly over to me and sat down. I was a little worried they'd start yelling at me but Opie broke out into a huge smile.

"Damn sis, can't believe you stood up to Tig." He gave me a one arms hug as he pulled me into him. "Proud of you. What happened to your hand?" He asked as he looked down and noticed the compress.

"Tara thinks I fractured it last night when I hit Tig." I said as I held it up for him to see.

Piney took my hand in his, looking it over, "You gotta be careful, sweetheart. But I'm so glad you hit that pompous asshole. You've turned out to be a breathtaking woman despite all the adversity you've faced." He spoke gruffly but his touch was gently.

I turned to him and hugged him, feeling relief and like I had found the father I never knew. "Thanks… Dad." I choked out as a few tears clouded my vision. I held onto him for what seemed like hours. I finally found my father and he actually wanted me in his life. James never even held me like this. He hardly ever talked to me. This family is all I've ever wanted and more.

I pulled back and saw Piney smiling at me, so was Opie. We hugged, laughed, and talked for fifteen more minutes before I realized Kozik never came out of the room. I was looking around the room and didn't see Happy or Tig either.

Kozik's POV

By the time I pulled on my jeans, boots, shirt, and cut and got to the table, the guys were already seated. I quietly sat and waited for Clay or Jax to start. I shook Happy's hand then looked across the table at Tig. He was seething and seemed embarrassed, I could just make out a bruise coming in on the left side of his jaw. I had to bite back my comment and laughter but it was pretty damn funny that Charlotte did that to him.

Clay started rambling about the gun running and sending extra help out to Lodi. He mentioned we may have to make a run to Tacoma soon but he wasn't sure. He also started talking about finding another way to earn the club some money. Chibs stated that there was a boxing tournament taking place in a couple of weeks and we could use it to earn some money. Bobby agreed, saying we could enter Half Sack to win the whole thing.

Happy, who was still mad at Tig for what happened last night, decided to add his two cents, "Yeah, maybe we can enter Charlotte too."

The guys burst into rounds of laughter, Tig sat there looking smug and annoyed. "Alright, alright. We get it, I got sucker punched."

Opie and Piney looked heated, I just chuckled, "That's your excuse for any time you lose."

Tig stood up, knocking his chair over, "I don't see why you couldn't control your…"

Piney growled out, "If you value your life, you won't finish that sentence."

I jumped up and tapped my chest, "I'm right here, Tiggy."

There was a scuffle as guys tried to get between me and Tig to stop us from brawling right there on the Redwood table. Clay slammed the gavel down, "Alright! That's enough! Let's take this shit outside and work it out. I'm tired of it. Go. Now!" He barked out the orders and then threw open the doors to get himself some breakfast and coffee.

Happy was holding me back while Chibs dragged Tig out the door and into the boxing ring quickly. Happy let me go, "Brother, you can't keep fighting Tig. You better make this time count cause this is the last time." I nodded and followed him outside, barely catching a glimpse of Charlotte sitting on the couch with Piney and Opie. Right now, my attention was focused solely on Tig and pounding his ass.

Most of the guys were waiting around the edge of the ring for me and Tig was standing in the ring after he took off his rings and cut. I hesitated and stared him down. Jax came up behind me, "You better make this quick, Tara said she has to take your girl to the hospital. She cracked her hand when she laid into Tig's face."

I looked at him wildly, "She what?" I roared. My adrenaline started pumping again. I jumped into the ring, throwing my cut over to Happy, leaving my rings on.

Tig was sidestepping around me, dodging my jabs while taunting me, "Shit Koz, I didn't know you were such a pussy that you needed to have a gash fight your battles for you."

Something in me snapped. I ran into him and tackled him as hard as I could, knocking the wind out of him and slamming him into the mat. I started wailing on him as hard and fast as I could. He barely fought back but he managed to take a couple of shots. Before I knew it, Happy was pulling me back and away from Tig, dragging me out of the ring and against the wall. Juice and Chibs helped Tig up and across the pavement to the office.

I was still steaming and my breaths were coming out in wheezes. Tig was smirking at me while blood flowed freely from his mouth. Why is he smiling? I swear if he says one more thing about me or Charlotte, I'm going to kill him.

Bobby must have read my mind because he came over and stood in front of me, "Clay was testing you. Cause we all thought this shit, with you and Tig, was over." I nodded while catching my breath. He's right, me and Tig were almost past our differences but lately he's been listening to Clay and forgetting about our new friendship. Shit, why does Clay have to go and stir it up again?

I looked over to the door of the clubhouse seeing Clay leaning against the wall, he had been watching the whole fight. He really did want me and Tig to keep at it? Or was he still concerned with me going soft. He nodded over to me, almost like he was approving me again. I was pulling on my cut when Gemma came storming out and started harshly talking to him. I couldn't hear what she said but she didn't look happy.

Opie, Piney, and Tara came out of the door followed by Charlotte. I wiped the sweat and a little blood off my face before walking towards them. Piney shook my hand then Opie gave me a quick man hug, "Good job, Koz." I smiled sheepishly as I pulled away and looked at Charlotte.

Her hand was wrapped up with an ice pack but her face was beaming. She must be in so much pain. I've broken my hand before and it hurts like hell. I can't believe she's smiling still. Piney led his new daughter to Tara's car and I followed closely behind them. I kissed her cheek lightly before making sure she was settled in the back seat and shutting the door. Gemma and Tara got into the front seats while me, Happy, Opie, and Miles got onto our bikes to follow them to St. Thomas.

Gemma's POV

I saw the looks on several of the guys' faces as they came out of the chapel. This ain't gonna be pretty. I thought as I watched Kozik and Happy sneak out of the clubhouse. I made sure that Charlotte was preoccupied with Opie and Piney then sent Tara over to make sure she wouldn't notice the fight that was about to take place. By the time I got outside, Happy was pushing Kozik against the wall and Tig looked like a bloody mess. Juice and Chibs took Tig across the lot to the garage to get him cleaned up.

Clay was right by the door, smoking and looking arrogant. I thrust my finger into his chest, "Clay, what do you think you're doing?"

"Proving a point, keeping my men on their toes." He answered, not looking me in the eye.

"Bullshit. You're egging them on. I told you to leave this alone. It'll be fine, I'm gonna take care of it. You better stop."

He squinted at me, "Watch who you're talking to?"

I held my ground, "You're not gonna intimidate me. I'm standing up for this girl, someone has to. You back off or I'll make you." I narrowed my eyes then turned on my heel to take Charlotte to the hospital.

Charlotte's POV

My hand was throbbing but I was trying to put on a brave front for everyone else. I really don't want to be back at the hospital but at least this time I wouldn't have to stay overnight. As Tara drove us to her workplace I kept looking over my shoulder at Kozik riding behind us. He must have seen me because at a stoplight he pulled next to the door I was sitting by, smiled, lowered his sunglasses and gave me a wink.

When we got to the hospital, Tara took me to get x-rayed and then into a waiting room. I sat alone for a few minutes before I heard a knock. I was a little worried but Gemma quickly poked her head in. She smiled, "Do you want some company?" I nodded and she pushed the door the rest of the way open, letting Kozik and Opie inside before she shut the door and sat in the chair. Kozik sat next to me on the table, leaning back onto his hands while Opie leaned against the counter. I rested against him as we all waited for Tara to come back with the results.

I was nervous; the last time I had hurt my arm and gotten a cast, James was the cause of it. He had tried to touch me and when I refused, he pushed me down the stairs. I was glad that Kozik, Opie, and Gemma were in the room. With them there I felt less lonely and less scared.

Thirty minutes later, Tara came in with the films. She posted them against the lighted box, "The good news is: it's not broken. You can see that there is a fracture, right here" She pointed to the outline of my hand.

Gemma folded her hands in her lap, "So how do we fix this, Doc?"

"Standard procedure is to put you in a cast. It'll heal faster that way. You'd be in it for about three weeks or so." Tara was slowly unraveling the bandage that was still on my hand. "What color do you want to get?"

I thought about it and tried to keep calm but I 8was still trying to wrap my brain around having another cast. I shrugged, "Surprise me?" She nodded and left, sharing a look with Gemma before the door shut.

A nurse came into the room after five minutes with supplies to make me a cast but Gemma stopped her. "We'd prefer if Dr. Knowles did this." The nurse shot us a dirty look and stomped out. I was about to argue but something told me not to.

Tara came back in, "Sorry Gemma. My supervisor did that behind my back. I promise I didn't do that on purpose." She gathered the supplies and started making me a cast. After fifteen minutes I looked down and saw she had woven two colors around my two fingers, hand, and half way up my forearm.

"Blue and white?" Kozik, Opie, Tara, and Gemma seemed like they were sharing an inside joke.

Gemma winked at me, "The club colors. Very clever, Tara." She seemed to approve of what Tara did.

Tara smiled and handed me a cup of pills, "Ok, you guys are free to go, here are a couple of pain killers, Gemma can you come sign some paperwork for her? Oh, by the way, I checked and David Hale is asleep right now but he's recovering nicely."

I nodded while I took the tiny cup and watched as they left. Opie grabbed a cup of water and handed it to me, "You should take a pill now so you'll stop hurting."

I shook my head, "No, Opie, I'm fine…"

He stared me down, "No, you're not. I can tell it's really bothering you. Please take it?"

Kozik nudged me after I hesitated again, "What's wrong?"

I set the cup of pills down, "I just don't want to be… loopy." I had made that mistake once. James took full advantage of the situation once the drugs had kicked in. I wasn't about to tell them that though. I know that James is never coming back but sometimes I can still feel his hands on my skin.

Kozik seemed to know what I was thinking because he held out his pinky, "I promise that if anything happens to you, you can put me in one of those." He pointed to the cast on my hand and wrist. "Please take the pills? Me, Ope, and Happy will make sure you're safe and no one will bother you."

I hooked my pinky into his, "You still owe me money." I grinned at him before letting go of his hand to take the pills.

Opie chuckled as he watched us then said before leaving the room, "I'm gonna go get Miles to get the car and then we can get lunch."

Kozik wrapped me up in his arms and kissed my forehead. "I meant what I said." He whispered. "So, uh, are you gonna let people write on your cast or…"

I looked up at him, "Or what?"

"Well, Happy is a great tattoo artist. He could decorate it for you?" He looked like he really wanted me to agree.

I thought: It's only a cast and for a couple of weeks. What's the harm? Shrugging, "Sure, I'd love to have him do it."

He grinned and kissed my cheek, "I'll let him know, c'mon let's go get some grub."

By the time we got to the diner, I was definitely feeling the painkillers. Gemma decided we'd get our food to go and that was the last thing I remembered.

Kozik's POV

After Charlotte agreed to let Happy "tattoo" her cast, I knew exactly what I wanted him to put on there. Opie and I had to convince her to take the meds because she really looked like she really needed them and I knew her refusal had to do with that asshole James. At least he can never hurt her again. I felt bad for her, here she was in pain again because of me and my beef with Tig. Did Clay really set this all up? I want to trust and follow my Prez but if he's pulling stupid shit like this…

We got to the diner but Gemma said that the drugs were kicking in and Charlotte would probably pass out soon. I stayed outside with Happy while Gemma, Opie, and Miles went inside to order and grab the food to take back to the clubhouse. Tara had stayed at the hospital to work for the rest of the day.

Gemma had left the windows down and Charlotte was leaning against the door. I gently stroked her long blonde hair as Happy and I waited and talked. My mind kept getting sidetracked and drawn back to Charlotte. I'm still pissed that she broke her hand but I'm glad there's nothing else wrong. Her face has healed very quickly, you could barely see the bruises and her lip was already scabbed over. I'm glad she took the pain meds even though she didn't want to. One day, I'm going to put my crow on her.

We got back to Teller-Morrow around 1pm. I got off my bike and slowly opened Charlotte's door, catching her head and upper body before she fell. Happy helped me get her out of the car and then into my dorm room. I didn't want to wake her up so I went into the main room to eat and hang out for the afternoon.

I made sure one of the newest prospects would stand by the door, intimidating him into not moving an inch. "Mike, if you move or anything happens to her… not only will you never get patched in but I'll make sure you stop breathing." His face paled but he planted his feet and leaned against the wall.

Charlotte's Dream

I was at the carnival with Kozik and we were laughing and having fun. I felt like I didn't have a care in the world. We decided to go into the funhouse and house of mirrors. I playfully ran in before him telling him to find me. I instantly lost myself in the maze and music, waiting for Kozik to come get me all while laughing.

I heard him calling my name and walking around, then suddenly it was eerily quiet. I crept around, trying to find him and calling out, "Koz? You there?" When he didn't answer it was extremely frightening. "Koz? Please, this isn't fun anymore."

I heard a gunshot and quickly started running through the maze trying to find the exit or Kozik. After I turned a corner, I tripped over something, falling face first onto the floor. I looked back to see what I fell over and it was my mom, she was dead. I scrambled up and hurried further down the row of mirrors. I hit a dead end and felt panicky. I saw David in one of the mirrors but his back was to me.

I started slowly walking toward him but when I got to his reflection, I saw someone else there. I couldn't make out who it was but when I looked around the corner, I saw David sitting in a puddle of blood. I gasped and went to him, seeing him bleeding from his stomach. "David?" I asked worriedly. He didn't respond or open his eyes. I pressed my fingers to his neck and couldn't find his pulse. "David!" I yelled, tears falling down my face.

I held onto his body, letting my tears fall and mix into the pool of blood around us. I didn't look up until I heard my name, "Charlotte, come away from there." I turned my head and saw Tig standing a few feet away. I was about to get up but I saw that he had a gun in his hand.

"Tig, what…?" He looked down at the gun and then back at me before sliding his gun into the back of his jeans.

"Charlotte, I can explain." He was trying to say he didn't shoot David but I wasn't sure who to trust at this point.

Before I could say anything, another gunshot rang out. I jumped and wedged myself between David and the mirror behind his body. I watched as Tig fell to his knees and forward, blood quickly drenching his shirt. I looked up and saw James standing behind him, smirking.

I screamed but I knew no one would come; James took deliberate, menacing steps towards me, still holding a gun at his side. "Don't worry, baby. I won't hurt you…much."

I squirmed and whimpered but I knew it was no use. "Please, please don't." I begged him. He was standing in front of me, reaching a hand out to stroke my cheek.

Right before his fingers brushed my skin, he froze. I heard someone demand, "Don't." James didn't budge and before I could blink, a knife slashed through the air and James started gushing blood from his neck. He gagged and clutched his neck, behind him I saw Kozik walking away.

I got up and tried to run after him but the hallway kept growing longer and longer, he was getting smaller and smaller into the distance. "Kozik! Wait!" Unexpectedly, there was a flash of the brightest light I've ever seen, blinding me.