She stood aside, letting him enter her home- her safe haven. "I bring goodies," Opie said, holding up a brown paper bag. Dana grabbed the bag out of his hand and opened it up, revealing a bottle of Johnny Walker and some Tylenol. She grinned, knowing that she couldn't stay mad at him. It wasn't his fault that things went down the way they did. He had no control over Tyler and his actions, but she knew he felt guilty. She knew that he was blaming himself for not being there to protect her. To save her from him.

"Thanks," she mumbled, tearing the Tylenol box open and removing a few pills from the bottle. She popped them in her mouth and washed it down with some of the Walker. "Easy there, tiger," he said, sitting down on the couch. Dana shrugged and walked into the kitchen, grabbing some glasses for them. She walked back into the living room and poured them each some of the alcohol. "Let's hope tonight doesn't turn out like last night," she said, handing him his drink and sitting down next to him.

Opie turned and faced her, taking in the damage. "I should've done something. I shouldn't have let you face them alone," he whispered, taking a swig of his drink. Dana scoffed and downed her drink in one sip. She coughed, as the fiery liquid burned going down. "There was nothing you could've done, Op. He would've either done it there or waited until we got back to Charming. Either way he was gonna explode," she said, reaching over and pouring herself another batch.

He stared at her quietly, reaching out and caressing her face with his hands. She pulled away softly, not quite knowing how to feel about what was clearly going on. She had felt that slight amount of tension between them and she didn't know what to do about it. She had mixed feelings about Opie. Hell, she had mixed feelings about herself right now.

She wasn't in the right frame of mind to make decisions about herself as she felt the room start to spin slowly. I need to slow my roll down, she thought to herself, striking up a conversation with Opie. She was trying to divert the attention from what proved to be the impossible. Before she knew it, he had her face between his hands and he was kissing her. Dana froze but her lips kept on going as his kiss turned into a full on make out session.

She felt her stomach turn and jumped up from the couch, running towards the bathroom. Dana dropped to her knees and emptied out her stomach contents into the toilet. Opie appeared behind her and flushed the toilet when she was done. She leaned against the wall and sighed. "Well, the night didn't quite go how I had planned," she said. He chuckled, giving her a hand and helping her off the floor. He dragged her into her bedroom and tucked her in. Opie sat on the edge of the bed and glanced down at her, wondering what the fuck he was doing.

"I'm sorry for kissing you. I don't know what I was thinking," he said, staring into her eyes. She nodded, settling into bed. "I think you should leave before anything else happens," she whispered, reaching over to the night stand and turning off the light. He nodded and stood up from the bed, exiting the room. He glanced back at her before he went down the hallway, towards the front door.

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They slid into the booth at the local diner, picking up their menus and flipping through it. After the waitress came over and took their beverage orders, Jax cleared his throat, addressing Opie, Tyler and Dana. "I called this meeting because we need to get past this. We can't go about club business when you're holding grudges against the next guy- the one that is on your team," he said.

They grunted and shifted in their seats, neither of them wanting to make the first move. The waitress came back with their drinks and took their orders. "Come on, we don't have all night," he continued, waiting patiently. Tyler cleared his throat, knowing that things were gonna be bad between all of them no matter what Jax made them say. "We're cool," he mumbled, taking a sip of his drink. Opie nodded and Dana shrugged.

Jax had no other choice but to take them for their words and actions. He knew that he wouldn't get anything better than that from either one of them, so he gave up and tried to enjoy what was left of his evening. Dinner was passable, Dana and Opie were trying to make the best of the situation while Tyler was just his usual jolly self. When dinner was done, Jax picked up the bill and they exited the diner, heading to their corresponding modes of transportation.

As they walked around the building, Jax spotted a figure looming over their bikes. He stopped walking and crouched behind the dumpster, the others following suit. "What is it?" Tyler asked, peering over the dumpster. "Mayans, trying to boost our bikes," Jax whispered. "Let's take care of this," Dana said, retrieving a gun from the inside of her cut. She twisted on a silencer at the end of it and removed the safety.

The crew moved closer towards the Mayan that was currently dismantling Jax's bike. He was moving quick, knowing that he was in SOA territory and that at any moment the owner could come back and start a war. But this time around, there wouldn't be any war, because there wouldn't be any dead bodies to start one.

They surrounded the lone Mayan and caught his attention. He drew his gun, landing it on Tyler. The men froze, thinking of how to work the stand off they were currently in. Seconds later, the Mayan's brain was splattered all over Opie's face and Dana's gun was smoking. They all stared at the man laying before them, mixed emotions amongst them.

"I'll head to the club house for the tow truck," Tyler said, walking over to his bike. "I have a tarp in the trunk," Dana said, unlocking her car and rummaging around for it. Jax looked around for any witnesses and upon finding none he breathed a sigh of relief. "Give me your car keys. Ride with Opie and get cleaned up. I'll take care of our friend here," he said, grabbing the tarp and her keys.

Dana nodded, taking her gun apart and replacing it in it's rightful place- the left inside pocket of her cut. Jax threw a handkerchief at Opie and shooed them off as he rolled the body up inside the tarp. Dana and Opie drove off, checking the mirrors for any signs of other Mayans. They rode in silence as the adrenaline rush flowed through Dana's veins. She knew that what she did was wrong, but it made her feel alive. Made her feel like life was worth living.

"Is that basically what you do for a living?" Opie asked, as he pulled up to her house. Dana turned around, speechless. She didn't know how to answer the question. She didn't want to be on the wrong side of this conversation. "It is what I primarily do for the club. It's what I'm good at. It's what I know. I'm sorry for what I had to do back there," she replied, climbing out of the truck and ending the conversation.

Before she shut the door, she glanced back and saw his face. A look of disgust sat on it. She sighed and shut the door, walking briskly to her door and into her safe haven. She shook her head sadly, shedding her cut. She didn't know if she should be disgusted with him for looking down on her for doing what was necessary for the club or if she should be disgusted with herself for what she did. She couldn't help it. She felt no remorse every time she took a life. She felt nothing.

Dana fell on to her couch and lit a cigarette.

She was a monster.

And she didn't feel a damn thing about that statement.

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Dana pulled into the driveway and shut her truck off. Jax had managed to return it back spotless and in one piece, something she was glad about. She knocked on the front door and took a deep breath in as she heard footsteps approach. The door swung open moments later and Opie stood in front of her. "I was just putting the kids to bed," he said, crossing his arms over his chest. "I'll wait, " she stated, pushing past him and entering the house.

Ten minutes later, Opie plopped down into the chair across from her in the living room and sighed, throwing his feet up on the coffee table and removing his hat. He ran a hand through his hair and stared at her. Dana lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply, not quite sure why she was here. She didn't know why but she knew that it was right. She didn't understand why she needed or wanted his approval but there she was, on his couch, looking for words to put her in the right. Looking for words that would clean the image that he had of her.

"What are you doing here?" He asked, lighting his own cigarette. "I feel like things didn't end on a good note when you dropped me off," she replied, tapping the end of her cigarette to remove the built up ash. "Well that because they didn't. I'm still trying to wrap my head around it," he said, standing up from the chair and walking into the kitchen, returning moments later with a six-pack of beers. "What is there to understand? I killed someone, Opie. Don't act like you've never taken a life for the club," she said, grabbing a beer from the package.

"Yeah, but I don't enjoy it or do it with such ease like you. You're like a serial killer in the making." Dana scoffed and told him to go fuck himself. "I don't take joy in it. As a matter of fact I don't feel anything towards it. It's a job. I do it and go about my way, like as if it was nothing." Opie shrugged his shoulders, not really caring anymore. "I was just shocked. How easy you went about it. I feel like I should fear for my life," he muttered.

Dana scoffed and took a sip of her beer. "Never. I would never turn my gun on someone that I cared for," she said. Opie perked up at her statement and sat up in his chair, but as soon as his heart skipped a beat at what she said, it sunk at what he thought he should be saying instead. He should be telling her that he didn't feel any type of way towards her. That he was a widow and that he would stay as one, but what he really wanted to do was kiss her and make her his. That's what he wanted, but he knew that things didn't quite work like that. Only in his mind.

"Are you going to the Charming formal?" He asked, thinking back to last year's monstrosity of a party and how mad Gemma was when the Sons completely disobeyed her orders and got trashed before the party, showing up to destroy her creation. Gemma started the annual Charming formal thrown by the Sons of Anarchy years ago. It was the one time that she could bring all of Charming together and get the club dressed up.

She spent months in advance planning it. Everything had to be perfect and everybody had to be dressed perfectly. Black tie and she would take nothing less than that. It was her baby and last time around the club spent months groveling at her feet so that she would talk to them once again and so that Clay would get off their backs. They apologized, begged, pleaded and before they knew it Gemma was using them as personal slaves and they promised to make the next Charming formal a night to remember- a good night. She had them all helping her set up and clean up and she swore that they would uphold their end of the bargain or they would suffer.

"Yeah, I told Gemma I would help her make some of the party favors and what not. So I have no other choice than to show up," she said, placing the empty beer bottle into the package. She reached for another one when her cell phone rang. She reached into her pocket, pulled it out and answered. It was a short conversation. Mere seconds, but she stood up with a determined look on her face and headed for the door. "Sorry. Gotta run," she said, opening the front door.

Opie stood up and followed her. "Would you like to go to the formal with me?" He blurted out, blushing as soon as the words left his mouth. Dana turned around and faced him, one foot outside the door. "Do you think that's a good idea?" She asked, not really giving a damn about Tyler but about him. He shrugged and chuckled. "I think we'll have a good time," he replied, sticking his hands deep into his pockets. Dana nodded and smiled, blushing also. "Yeah. I think we will have a good time," she replied, placing a kiss on his cheek. "Drive safe." Dana waved and walked briskly towards her truck.

Time to take care of business and take care of the trash.