Opie ran his hands up and down the lean body on top of him and sighed. "Good morning," he whispered, placing a kiss on her forehead. Dana groaned, pushing her face into him, refusing to wake up. "Unless breakfast is ready or you're up and ready to take me out for some food, this is not a good morning," she said, pulling the comforter over them.

"You gotta get up. Your phone has been ringing non-stop. I gotta go and get the kids from my moms. Eventually we need to rejoin society," he said, poking her in the ribs. She groaned loudly, sliding off of him and rolling over on to the other side of the bed. Opie climbed out of the bed and stretched his limbs out. He pulled the curtains apart and flooded the room with sunlight. "Jesus, Op. You're giving my neighbors a show," Dana said, climbing out of the bed and shutting the curtains.

She leaned against the wall and stared at the naked man in front of her. "You think we have time for a shower?" She asked, walking over to him and throwing her arms around his neck. Opie smiled at her and cocked an eyebrow. "I'll make time," he said, as she hopped up and he placed his hands beneath her bare cheeks and carried her into the bathroom.

Opie kissed her gently as they stepped underneath the hot water and began to lose track of time once again. He didn't feel guilty with her. Usually that feeling of guilt would creep up on him as soon as he saw the kids. Then he would feel guilty about even speaking to another woman. He knew he couldn't keep himself cooped up in the house and never move on. He had to. He wanted to.

An hour later, they emerged from the house, both freshly showered and in their regular day to day clothes. As Dana climbed on to her bike, Opie cocked an eyebrow. "Not taking the truck today?" He asked. She shrugged, pulling her gloves on. "Only reason I drove it was because of Lilah and the car seat," she replied. Opie walked over and gave her a kiss before climbing on to his bike. "Plus, today feels like it's gonna be a good day," she said, smiling at him. He chuckled and turned his bike on.

Opie nodded at her before pulling out of her driveway and taking off down the street. She stared after him for a few moments, before snapping out of her daze. She was throwing her wet hair into a ponytail, when Jax pulled into her driveway. Dana leaned on her handlebars and stared at him. "I've been calling you for the past two hours," he said. She shrugged. "I've been busy."

"We gotta talk about this," he said, taking his helmet off. "So talk," she barked, leaning back on her bike. Jax took his sunglasses off and pulled the stand out for his bike. "I think you shouldn't be playing with Opie like this. He's been through enough with Donna and the ATF. I don't want you to fuck his life up because of me," he said. Dana scoffed and shrugged once again. "I'll learn to love him, Jax. Just how I learned to love Tyler," she said.

"You can't live your life this way. You can't settle just because things didn't go the way they were supposed to," he said. Dana sat still and stared off into the sky, not really paying attention to whatever Jax was saying. It didn't matter. They had gone too far too turn back around now.

"Jax, I think it's time you knew the truth about everything," she said, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. He sighed and motioned for her to continue. "I don't know what it is that you think you have to tell me, but I'm listening," he said, walking over to his bike and sitting down on it. Dana racked her head, trying to come up with the right words to tell him what she had been hiding for years. Tell him everything.

"I was pregnant, Jax. Tara didn't like me. I didn't like her. We both wanted the same thing. You. I knew she was trying to get you to leave Charming with her and turn your back on the club. We had some words. The next night, she waited for me. She kicked my ass, I'll give the bitch that. She also killed my baby. She found out. The next day she was on the fastest moving thing out of Charming. Why do you think she came back while I was locked up? You go on right ahead and stick up for her. Keep on thinking that little miss Tara is harmless, because I know better," she said, putting her helmet on and turning her bike on.

Jax sat there, speechless. Not really knowing what to say or do. "Lost for words? I'm not. Here's a couple for you. I hope that bitch dies and gets what she deserves," Dana said, pulling out of her driveway. Jax yelled after her as she sped off and ignored him. He cursed himself, for being such an ignorant prick. He always stood up for those close to him blindly. He didn't question. He just followed his loyalty. Right to their death.

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"No way in hell am I peeing in there," Dana said, exiting the clubhouse's bathroom. Tig, Chibs, and Bobby laughed while Juice handed her a cup. She smacked it away and flipped them off. "It's like a fucking venereal disease Petri dish in there," she said, pouring herself a beer. She sat on the pool table and lit a cigarette. "So how did it go last night? Ya gave Op some of that hot ghetto booty I hear you got?" Juice asked. The boys hooted and hollered.

She rolled her eyes and smirked. "Don't talk like that in front of Opie or Tyler. They'll both shit bricks. And I know you just say my ass was big," she said. "Well we can't lie about what is apparent. You have a nice, round, plump ass and our boy Op was really hoping to dig into it," Tig said. Chibs patted him on the back and nodded at Dana.

"Did Opie really say that?" She asked. The clubhouse door opened and Jax and Opie walked in together. The boys stared at them and sat silent. "Do I even want to know?" Jax asked, heading towards the chapel. "Clay's waiting for us," Opie said, motioning to their sacred room.

They all disposed of their cell phones into cigar box and entered the chapel where Clay and Tyler were already waiting for them. "I got some things to do today, so let's get this show on the road," Clay said, slamming the gavel. "Anything on the agenda today?" Jax asked, motioning to the rest of the members. After short discussions here and there about club dues and what not, Clay cut their banter short.

"I have a sit down without Irish connection. Have to go smooth out the bumps with our shipment for next month. Dana will be riding with. For the rest of you, Unser has a protection run tonight. New blu-ray DVD players and whatnot," he said. "Any objections?" With the room filled with silence and everyone on the same page, Clay slammed his gavel and everyone dispersed.

"You strapped?" Clay asked Dana, as they made their way towards their bikes. "Never leave home without it," she responded, patting her left side. It was true, she never did leave home without a gun in tow. He nodded and hopped on his bike. She followed suit, pulling out of the Teller-Morrow parking spot she was in seconds after him.

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Twenty minutes later, they pulled up to the drop off spot. After a short meet and greet, the money the Sons had brought exchanged hands. Business for them was done. The gun shipment would arrive next month, giving them the much needed income they needed to continue making moves. "You hungry?" Clay asked, putting his helmet on. "I could eat," she responded. "I saw a diner down the road."

A few minutes later, they pulled into the diner, skeptical of what they thought was food. They entered the diner and were seat in a booth in the back, where they could see who entered or approached the diner. They might have been done with business, but there was no guarantee that they were safe yet.

"I actually wanted you on this meet with me because I wanted to talk to you about a couple of things," Clay said, motioning for the waitress. She took their order and disappeared into the kitchen. Dana sat up in her seat, weary of what was to come. "I think we need to have a chat about the future. What you see happening in the near future to you," he said.

She cocked her head to the side, not really understanding where the conversation was going. "If you're referring to me and Opie and Tyler-," she began to say, but was interrupted by him. "I don't give two shits what you do with your pussy. As long as it doesn't come between club business and members, you can fuck whoever you want and as long as Tyler is fine with it," he said. "So what the hell are we talking about here?"

"I'm talking about your future as vice president of the sons," he whispered, as the waitress approached them with their food. Dana waited until the waitress was gone to reveal her confusion. "I thought Tyler was gonna be v.p. when you stepped down and Jax became pres," she said, pouring ketchup on her fries. "Tyler has no business in upper management and we all know it. If there's a war going on and I need someone to take the trash out, he's my guy. But I need to know that I'm leaving the club in good hands, because once I step down that's it. I'm just another old fart, who gets to advise. I have no real power then," he said.

Dana ate in silence as Clay continued. "Jax is a good leader, but he has his flaws. He believes in brains over bullets all the way. But we're outlaws, we don't play in the same sandbox as the others. Sometimes you gotta shed blood. He doesn't see it that way. He wants fucking pink roses when we need dead ones at funerals." She took a sip of her drink and pondered exactly what Clay was telling her. "What are you saying here, Clay? Don't bullshit me," she said.

"I'm saying that when I step down, I need you to be the reaper on Jax's shoulder. I need you to keep him in line. Remind him of what SamCro stands for. You guys grew up together. You guys have a bond. He'll listen to you. The other guys will listen to you. I need you to keep the peace between the old ways and the new ones that I'm sure Jax will try to instill on the charter," he said. She shook her head and finished the burger she had ordered.

Her becoming vice president would mean that Jax and her would have to mend the broken fences between them. They would have to work together and she knew that there would be resistance. Dana always leaned towards Clay and his methods. Jax had his lines crossed and everyone knew that he was beginning to doubt the club and their ways. The club was her life and she needed to protect it. She also needed to move up on the food chain.

"When are you officially stepping down?" She asked. He shrugged, taking a sip of his drink. "I want to say a month or two. Gotta see how the club looks before I put him in charge." Dana reached across the table and extended her hand, knowing she was making a deal with the devil. "When you officially get your v.p. patch, I'll take you out to a fancy dinner and tell you about the old bones SamCro has in it's closet," Clay said, as he took his hand in hers.

"Only because it's a good day."