A/N: This is a VERY dark chapter. If anyone has ever gone through anything like this I am very sorry. It's simply a part of this story and I mean no offense.

RECAP: As he revved his bike and got in his designated spot, he didn't even give his unconscious wife a second thought. All he could think about was the liquor and pussy awaiting for him at their destination. They would be gone for about 4 days. The only person he called in those 4 days were his father-in-law. He did as he was told, about club business any way, and enjoyed the free, hot pussy and all the alcohol he could drink!

When Lilia woke up several hours later she had horrific headache. She was disoriented and momentarily forgot where she was or where her husband was. Her body began to shake in fear until she finally remembered what had happened. Stumbling down the hallway, she wondered how bad her injury was. She'd never quite felt like this before! He'd beat her unconscious before but this was something new. Finally making it to the bathroom, she flicked the light on and looked at her reflection in the mirror. There was a huge gash above her left eye that had bled down her face. The area around the wound was red and it looked like it was raised up like a huge knot.

She was had doctored her wound and was trying to clean up when the door burst open. It terrified her and she ran into the kitchen to hide. She was all but shaking when she heard a familiar laugh. One that both haunted and terrified her.

"Hello...daughter." He gruffly stated with a laugh that said he knew how much she was still afraid of him

"F...father." She trembled

"I see you still don't know how the fuck to keep house. And apparently you still haven't learned how to listen." He stated, noting the swollen knot/cut on her forehead

"Wh..what are you doing he...here?" She stuttered

He laughed, "Your husband invited me to stay a while. Heard he's prospecting for a motorcycle club."

She merely nodded making the 5'10 man before her laugh. He kicked her before ordering her to make up the guest bedroom for him and putting away his clothes. She quickly made him a hot lunch, afraid of angering both him and her husband. She didn't know he was coming nor just how long he would be staying with them. It bothered her greatly knowing both men she feared would be under one household but she was helpless to do anything.

When her husband returned several days later he was thrilled to see his father-in-law sitting on his couch drinking a beer while his wife was feverishly cleaning. The smell of pot roast wafted to his nose. Mark handed him a beer, which he was glad for, and sat down. Immediately she came out to gather his bag so she could put up his things and get to washing his dirty clothes. Mark had to smirk at his daughter. Some days she was very obedient!

He was less than a month from the end of his 1-year prospectship. His wife had discovered, much to her horror, that she was about 2 months along with their first child. He was infuriated when she told him. Mark, having experience, had begun to show his son-in-law how to "discipline" his wife while she was pregnant without hurting the baby. That was a sure-fire way to have the law come in and sniff around. Being pregnant with his child terrified her more than anything else she'd ever been through before.

She had successfully avoided seeing Gemma nearly every time she'd been invited to go somewhere or do something with the wife of the President. She had done lots of baking for her for various charities & fund raisers though. She was wearing a thin night gown he'd bought her that came to just above her knees one night when both men were beyond drunk and in a shitty mood. Her husband was getting antsy to get patched in and quite tired of the jokes that were played on him at work due to being a prospect. Whenever he had a bad, he took it out on her.

This day was worse than others. Not only had he beaten the living hell out of her, he had started punching and kicking her stomach as well. SHe tried to protect her unborn fetus as best as she could and take the beating in her face, legs & back. The pain was nearly too much for her but she held on. He threw a glass votive holder at her but she held her arms up to protect her face. His fist made contact with her stomach and she doubled over. She stood up like he told her to, hoping if she did exactly as he asked the beating wouldn't be that bad, and his hand smacked across her face and nose. Feeling blood dripping down her chin, she made a mental note to clean up all the blood once he left the house. She feels blood in her mouth, too, and knew he'd busted her lip. 'That'll be all swollen tomorrow' she thought bitterly.

He hit her in her stomach again and again making her cry out in pain and fear. Hitting her knees, he began kicking her sides. She was sure he made contact with her kidneys at least once. . He kicked her hard in the stomach and then picked her up & threw her face first into the mirror on the wall. She blacked out for a moment from the sheer pain until he grabbed her by her throat and slapped her conscious. 'Stupid little cunt!' he called over and over while he ripped off her panties and thrust himself into her. She screamed for him to not do this and that she'd give it to him anytime he wanted it. He just laughed calling her a whore. It hurt more than usual because her body had tensed up and she was dry. She wasn't interested in sex any more and this was only making it worse.

Once he was done, he fixed himself up while she curled up on their bed and cried. Something felt odd to her. His juices were usual feeling but something was different. "Clean this shit up before we get home, bitch", her husband growled before spitting on her. She reached down to touch the liquid. Her eyes went wide when she realized there was blood dripping down her thighs. The slamming of the door startled her and she looked up right as an intense pain hit her. It made her double over in pain. The only thing she could think of was trying to find the woman who had attempted to reach out to her on several occassions. Without a second thought, she stumbled out of her house, still in her nightgown, with blood rushing down her thighs, bloody and bruised and sore every where else.

She was a bit dizzy and in intense pain. The pain in her stomach was such that she had to keep stopping. Her breathing was ragged from the pain and she was still crying. It was about 2 blocks to the Teller-Morrow garage and she hoped someone would still be there that could help her. Much to her relief saw Gemma standing outside talking with some woman she didn't recognize. Said woman noticed her before Gemma did.

"Oh baby, what happened to you?" Gemma questioned, looking over the young woman's face

She merely looked down and her bloody legs before a fresh wave of tears fell down her face.

"Lyla, go get Tara. NOW!" Gemma ordered as she doubled over in pain once more

"It... hurts." She cried, holding her stomach tightly

"What the hell, Gemma?" Tara asked, looking between her and the obviously distressed woman before her

"Can you tell me who did this?" Gemma asked as Tara examined her

"We need to get her to a hospital. Right now." Tara stated

"Why can't you look over her here?" Gemma questioned, eyeing her daughter-in-law suspiciously

Gemma knew the girl wouldn't want to go to the hospital and go through all the red tape bullshit.

"Because she's pregnant!" Tara yelled, making the Martriarch gasp in shock