Kiera spent the time waiting for everyone to get out of Stockton with Chibs and helping with the babies. She was by Tara's side when the new baby boy was born named Thomas. It took away all of her pain seeing that life come into the world and she appreciated that Tara named him after her little cousin. Chibs held her tightly that night he knew the arrival might be tough on her. "Ye okay, love?" They had moved into a house she bought after she sold her parents house. While he wasn't officially living with her, almost all of this things were there. "I'm happy Chibs. I have you and a new little cousin. I get to see those two boys grow up." He rolled himself on top of her with a mischievous grin. "Ye are amazing. And we can practice as much as we want."

It seemed like forever and no time at all when the roar of the motorcycles pulled into TM. She followed everyone out of the clubhouse toward those returning. Giving Chibs a quick kiss, she turned to Tig as he scooped her up. "How did you get prettier, Key?" He gave her a big kiss on her cheek. "This Scottish cock." Chibs called. Laughing, Bobby grabbed her from behind and wrapped her in one of his bear hugs. "You sick of him yet?" She snuggled into him before others pulled her away. "Not yet, you'll be the first to know. Who the hell is this?" She asked grabbing Juice's head that was covered in hair. Juice gave a small laugh but didn't have the same enthusiasm as the others. "Still me, Key."

"Kiera!" Tig called distracting her from Juice's cold shoulder. "That picture you sent us got us through our time in there." He gave her ass a playful slap before almost getting decked by Chibs. "Quiet Tiggy, you weren't supposed to tell." She could hear her man growl playfully behind her. "Don' think I won' kick yer asses." He grabbed Kiera and gave her a big kiss, claiming his woman.

She made her way to Jax and Clay giving her family a huge hug. "Thanks for keeping them in line darlin'." Jax said, holding his new baby boy. "Tara told me how you've been there for her. Thank you."

"Yeah well, don't be heading back into prison anytime soon."

"Promise."

It was the night of the wedding, Kiera watched happily with Chibs by her side. Layla and Opie exchanged vows and Kiera saw how happy her sudo big brother was. He still mourned for Donna, they all did, but she could see how good that girl was for him and the kids. She got one dance out of Chibs that night. At least he had the decency to look sorry when he got ready to leave early. "I gotta work for a bit tonight, babe." He leaned over and kissed her long and hard, silently promising more for later. Nodding, she said, "I know. Be safe. And don't disrupt the wedding." She tried to sound stern but after that kiss it wasn't easy. "Aye, drink fer me!"

Chibs came home one night visibly upset. He tossed his cut on a nearby chair and grabbed a beer from the fridge without even a kiss to Kiera. She knew better than to take it personal. When it came to the club Chibs was all heart. "What's wrong, baby?" She sat on the arm of the chair with her own beer. He sighed and wrapped an arm around her waist. "Club business, lovey. Something I don't agree with."

"Chibs, trust me I understand my place here. But I know that when the club needed me to talk to Alvarez I was there. I also know about the IRA connections, my family always has. I'm not some clueless old lady here." She moved and slid onto his lap. "Am I your old lady?"

"Aye, ye are." He ran his fingers through her hair. "Best damn old lady a guy could ask for. We voted to sell guns to the Galendo cartel. Next vote up is to run their coke." The thought of them running cocaine made her feel dirty. "Jax won't back that. Abel almost died because of his junkie mother. The sons have never backed drugs." Her and her father kept out of the club illegal dealings but they weren't stupid as to where money comes from. "Jax is backing Clay. I have no idea why. Bobby isn't on board. Opie might be. Piney never would. I don't think Juice will but I'm not sure." She knew Tragger wouldn't back drugs, for starters she would remove his balls. "You need to get to Juice. Talk to him. He owns part of that weed business. I would hope he's more for legit shit. You didn't say your vote." His answer was as predicted but he knew she still needed to hear the words. "It's a no fer me, angel. I'd never go fer drugs." He pulled her in tight for a promising kiss. "If this passes things could really go to shit. I don't trust the cartell." The fear of them hurting his angel made him pull her closer. He silently promised to give his life to keep her safe. "You shouldn't." She stood, pacing a bit in front of him. "Chibs there's something I need to tell you." He started to stand but she placed a hand on his shoulder. "Ye know ye can tell me anythin'."

"I know." She crouched in front of him and put her hands on his knees. It took her a few moments to gather her thoughts and figure out how to tell him. "Turns out mom and dad left me some money. A lawyer contacted me a few months ago. Ma was stashing money in accounts and bonds for years. I think some of it came from the IRA. Obviously, I can't prove any of it. Her parents were deep in the IRA, Fitzpatrick's have been for generations. They weren't poor people. I think she took her inheritance and found ways to invest it. All of it is now mine." She knew she was babbling but wanted to make sure he understood. "Why ye tellin' me this?"

"Because you and me are a team here. This shit is why uncle John wanted out all those years ago. I am offering us an out." She put her head on her hands and looked up at him. "Chibs, there's over three million dollars in my name." As always he lost himself in her deep green eyes. "Jesus, that's some stash. It's how ye bought the house?" She shook her head with a grin. "Naw, that was my own money. When I sold the old house I was able to buy this one. I'm a thrifty girl. Turns out it runs in the family. The cartel is about money, yes? Well, I have enough for the two of us. We can go off somewhere. The end game for Jax and Clay has to be money. Jax has two babies and a future wife. Clay wants enough to take care of Gemma when he can't ride anymore. The cartel isn't something you do short term. It's not a get rich quick scheme. Money that can't be spent when you're dead."

"I can' just leave, ye know that. I don't just walk away." He stood and pulled her up with him. "But, I'll see what I can do. It won't be an overnight thing. I'll do wha' I can to stop this cartel shite." In his arms the world seemed to disappear. Here she was safe from IRA, cartel and any other enemies the club had. "I can't lose you." She wrapped her arms around his neck and played with the hair on the base of his neck. "I won't lose you." He quickly scooped her into his arms bridal style. "Ye won't, I swear it. I love ye. Maybe a little more now tha' I've got me a sugar mama."

Kiera was at the store a few days later when Chibs called her. She was ready to have a home-cooked meal with her man. What she wouldn't tell him was that she would warm up a frozen lasagna and call it "home-cooked". "Hey baby. Any chance I'll get you for dinner tonight?" Once she heard the urgency in his voice she stopped to listen. "No Key. Ye need to get to the compound. We're on lockdown. There was a death threat to Tara."

She picked up a few extra things before heading to TM. If it was a lockdown then they would need some provisions. Sheriff Roosevelt was standing by her car when she walked out. She recognized him from around town but made sure to stay off his radar. "Can I help you?" She added as much ice in her voice as she could.

"Sheriff Roosevelt," he stuck out his hand which she ignored to continue to load up her Mustang. "Alright, having a party?"

"Sorry, invites went out. Yours must have gotten lost in the mail." She crossed her arms and turned to him. "I don't know what you want. And personally I don't care. This club has taken care of this town. You are an outsider. And you can just leave me alone." He wouldn't show it but it was slightly impressed with her. The fiery blonde stood tall and showed no fear. She would make a great biker, he could see that much. He stood by her door, blocking her from leaving. "I don't know how you fall into the club business. You're more than an old lady, that much is clear. We will be in touch." He promised with a grin and placed his sunglasses back on his face. Like hell she was giving him the last word. "You're right, I'm not just some old lady. I'm the fucking Daughter of the Sons." She yanked open her door and headed to TM. Meeting with Roosevelt just pissed her off even more than the death threats. How dare he try to intimidate her. Her knuckles were white from gripping the steering wheel, the needed to punch something.

Alverez was being taken in with blood gushing from his shoulder when she pulled into the lot. "Fuck," she tossed her keys to Chucky. "Get the food and shit inside." Tara and Chibs were getting ready to patch him up when she ran inside. She looked Chibs over, he nodded to her letting her know he was whole. Giving a sigh of relief, she turned to Alvarez with a smirk. "You know if you wanted to see me you could have just asked."

The Mayan president laughed then cringed in pain. "I always like to make an entrance. It's good to see you too, girl." She ignored the jealous look from Chibs and grabbed some gloves. "How can I help, Tara?" Taking Chibs' place she did what she could to help get the bullet out. He had to get into church with the rest of the guys. They needed to get everything figured out before someone else got hurt.

Alvarez was patched up and resting while the guys were still in church. Kiera went out to the bar to grab a drink. She watched as a few of the Mayan members were hanging around and hitting on the croweaters. "Hey gorgeous, grab me a beer while you're back there." She glared across the bar to the guy she heard referred to as Calaca. From her limited knowledge of Spanish she knew that was appropriate for him since he was so skinny.

"Sorry, I don't grab beers for anyone. You can ask one of the girls." She nodded to one of the scantly clad girls. "Si, I am asking 'one of the girls'. You have tits, fantastic tits, you can grab a guy a beer." He was showing off to his buddies by running his mouth. She would happily put him in his place. "You know what Skeletor," she sneered, "how about I prove to you I'm more than just tits? We have a boxing ring outside. You and me. When I win, you get me the beer." His buddies perked up around him at hearing about a fight. "I don't fight chicas."

Tara joined in the conversation to back Kiera. "Key, I think he's scared. Besides, you would break him in half." They heard him growl from across the bar. "Fine, but when I win you better serve my beer in lingerie." She reached across and shook his hand. "Deal. But when I win, so do you."

Tig was wrapping up her hands when Chibs came outside. "Kiera," he stepped between her legs while she sat on the ledge of the ring, "ye kick his arse." She nodded and gave him a big kiss before stepping in the ring. Chibs was there as she grew up. He watched her fight in that ring multiple times and take her punches and keep on going. His faith in her was immeasurable and she would win.

She circled Calaca a few times, letting him get a little cocky. She blocked out the cheers of those gathered around, like Jax and Opie taught her, and focused on her opponent. He danced around a few of her punches that she threw out to test him. They were matched in height but she had a few pounds on him, that was her advantage. She caught an opening and gave him a quick jab to his jaw. It wasn't enough to knock him out, just a reminder that she was there to fight. He stumbled back and shook himself off, that hit spurred him on and brought his head into the game. Now, he was ready to fight.

They exchanged more blows between themselves. She took a hit to her jaw, busting her lip open, she tasted the blood and came back harder. A well aimed kick came to his abdomen, knocked the wind from his lungs. She let him recover for a moment and he came back at her pissed. She knew just how to use that anger against him. Her hands were protecting her face when he hit her stomach. The old bullet wound stung but it wasn't enough to take her down. Calaca left her a opening and she knew she needed to take it and finish this fight before she was too worn out. She put enough strength behind her final punch that Calaca woke up on the ground.

The guys were yelling at the top of their lungs at her victory. She was on top of Chibs' and Tig's shoulders as they paraded her around. Calaca's crew picked him up off the floor and took him away to clean him up. Kiera locked her swelling lip but smiled when she saw the pride in the faces around her.

That evening after they made Calaca serve beer in only his boxers, Kiera and Chibs made their way back to her apartment. He fussed over her swollen lip and poked around where her scar had been punched. She kept assuring him she was fine but he was as stubborn as she was. "Chibs, how long are we locking down?"

"I don't know. If they're targeting families..." He trailed off and pulled her onto the bed with him.

"The Daughter of the Sons is a damn good target." She finished for him and nestled in his arms. "I'll be safe and stay with Gem and carry." She gave his cheek a loud sloppy kiss, getting him to smile. It was the smile she aimed for everyday. The one that cause the dimples on his cheeks to appear. "Don't be too jealous of Alvarez either. He just respects me after I met with him. Ye know I prefer Scottish cock."

"Tha's right ye do! I love ye, angel. Ye are the fiercest woman I 'ave ever met. An' ye kickin' ass in the ring was the sexiest thing ye 'ave done." His kissed her until she couldn't remember her name.

The next morning Chibs left early for a big vote he wasn't opening up about. The fundraiser was happening that night and they needed to be in good standing in this town. This town was going to remember who took care of them all these years. She got herself ready and went to help Chucky start the chili. "Hey Chuck, we need to get cookin'."

"I accept that." He grinned and practically bounced around the kitchen.

They were chopping vegetables when the bullets started flying. She saw Chucky freeze and ran over to tackle him to the ground. "Stay down!" She crawled over and grabbed a gun that was always stashed in the kitchen. If anyone came in and got passed the guys she would be armed and happily take them out.

"Kiera!" Chibs came running back to find her over Chucky with a gun in her hand. She was on her feet and in his arms in seconds. "Ye okay?"

"I'm fine." She pushed him back out after a long kiss. "Go, I'll stay in. Get this taken care of." Jumping into boss mode, she turned to Chucky. "Cops are on their way, Chuck. Make sure everyone out there is alright." Grabbing a broom, Kiera got busy cleaning up glass and the mess of the kitchen. A few other old ladies came in and helped her out while their men found out who shot up their clubhouse.

She was back at her house folding laundry a few days later. Things were going to shit. They were only a few weeks into this cartel deal, Kiera was nervous and Chibs was on edge. She was always carrying and rarely left the house alone. Her connection as Jax's cousin and Chibs' old lady was enough to make her a big, bright target.

He came in and was told her he needed her help with something. "It's Juice." He started. "There's some fucked up shit goin' through that boys head. He needs a good talkin' to by a green-eyed beauty." She laughed and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, I'll look into findin' one of those around here." Things had been tense between her and Juice lately. But for the club she would do what she could to help.

She found an opportunity that very evening. The usual members were around the bar grabbing drinks. She looked over and saw Juice heading back towards the bathrooms. When he came out, she popped her head out of her room. "Hey, can you help me with something?" She nodded her head to inside her room.

"Uh, if you need something in here I should probably get Chibs." He smiled a little and followed her inside anyway.

"Nope, I need you. Sit down." Moving herself in front of the door, she pointed to the bed. "Now, Juicy, you're going to sit down and listen to what I have to say. "

He started to move towards her. "Kiera, I don't want to hear it."

"I'm fucking sorry, did I ask you?" She stood her ground, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "Don't even think you can move me, we both know I will kick your ass. You're going to hear what I have to say." When he sat on the bed, she continued. "I don't know everything that's happening with you. But trying to kill yourself is not the way we do anything. You don't think I haven't thought about it myself? There's a big fucking difference between thinking it and jumping from a tree. I've wanted to take a bunch of pills and just go to sleep. I don't have parents or any way to have kids. God Juice, I wanted to just end it all but I didn't. I just kept thinking about those I have left in my life. The few still alive. I have Chibs and this club. And I better fucking have you." She crouched in front of him and put her hands on his knees.

"You don't. I'll do what needs to be done to keep you safe. Just like I would any other old lady." He stood, forcing her back on her ass. "I don't have you Kiera. You chose him. Even when you were fucking me, he had your heart. You just strung me along."

Standing and angry, she said, "that's not fucking true. When you and I were together there was no him. You pushed me away, wanted to be friends. I gave you that!" She ran her hands through her hair. "Is that what this is about? Me? We haven't been a thing for, what, two years?"

"It's not about you Kiera. I'm alone here."

"No, you aren't. You and I were friends once. What's the reason we can't still be? Juice, talk to me." She tried to take his hands, but he pulled away.

"I loved you. I can't go back to being your friend. Don't worry, I won't be putting anything around my neck anymore." With that, he stormed out. Kiera sat on the bed with her head in her hands. Juice ran into Chibs outside the room, he pulled him down the hall so she couldn't hear them. "Ye love her then?"

"Not anymore. She's all yours." He started to turn away.

"A blind fool would love her." Chibs said to Juice's back. "I wouldn' blame ye if ye did. She's trying to be here for ye." He knew Juice loved her, any man would love that girl. He thanked whatever God there was that she was his. His hope was that Juice would know someone cared about him. Juice gave a small nod and walked away without another word.