A/N: Thanks for all the reviews guys! You don't know how much it matters that you guys are taking time out to read my stories. On a side note, I wonder how you guys picture Tyler? I know that I never gave a precise description of him, but for some reason I picture him as being a cross between Opie and Vince from the fast and the furious. But then again.. I'm probably insane. 3
Chapter 15: Deal with the Devil
Tyler shook his head and smiled. "We already know that. The Niners were after Opie. They had seen his truck at the exchange site," he said. "No. You're not understanding me. Niners didn't do the hit. We did," she said. He scoffed and took a step back. "I don't know whose been pumping you with more shit, the doc with her drugs or Laroy with his tales," he said, walking over to the bed and picking up a duffel bag on the floor. He opened it and pulled out some clothes. He held them up for her approval.
She pointed to the black v-neck shirt and a pair of light jeans. "It makes sense, Ty. Stahl was setting Opie up as a rat. Clay probably planned it out a couple of days before hand. Giving him time to keep digging up dirt on Opie. By that time, it was too late to call the hit off and Dana ends up getting clipped," she said, shedding her sports bra and black booty shorts.
He helped her into her bra and jeans, still shaking his head. "Hale told Jax to watch Opie's back. That the fallout from Stahl personal vendetta against the sons would shed blood," Tyler said, helping her into her shirt. They stood in front of the bed, both of them staring at her cut lying on it. "What do you plan on doing now? You can only go so far with this. You trust Laroy. They don't," he said, picking it up and helping her into it.
Dana shrugged, handing him a scrunchie. "He ordered a hit on a club member, Ty. Whose next? Me? You? Jax?" she said. Tyler stood behind her and pulled her hair into a ponytail. He placed a kiss on the top of her head and lingered there. "This could get ugly, D."
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Dana stepped into the chapel, shutting the door behind her softly. Clay and Tig who were standing next to the window, turned towards her. "What the fuck is going?" Clay yelled, walking towards her. "Let me guess. You gave the order, Tig pulled the trigger," she said, walking over to the redwood table and sitting on it. Clay cocked his head to the side and stared at her. "What are you talking about?"
Dana chuckled and glanced over at Tig. "What happened, Tig? Couldn't shoot him in his face? Did it from behind, so you fucked up and killed Donna," she said. "You shut your mouth," Tig yelled, lunging for her. Clay held him back and glared at her. "Has Jax been filling your head with this bullshit?" Clay asked, sitting down in his chair. She shook her head and lit a cigarette. "When Jax started talking about how you had your lines crossed, you flipped the script and made him look like the bad guy. Now I got other people telling me the same thing about you. Instead, now I believe them. You didn't have the balls to do it yourself, so you got Tig to do it. But then again, Tig is one manipulative son of a bitch. So I'm guessing you were hesitant and he kept pushing the envelope. One fuck up lead to another and here we are."
Tig slid into a chair and held his head in his hands. "I'm not surprised. You tend to get rid of everything that stands in your way. Just like John Teller," she said, taking a pull from her cigarette. Tig snapped his head up and glared at Clay. "From now on you run every decision you make through me. EVERY decision. You step down in a month, without a fight. And if you even think about having our good old boy Tig here, put two in the back of my head, you'll get one hell of a surprise," she said, standing up from the table.
"It was an accident," Clay whispered. Dana shook her head and sighed. "I'm the necessary evil, Clay. Not you. Laroy needs a shipment by tonight, I don't care if you have to sell our reserves. He's paying double. Get the guys on it as soon as the sun goes down. She looked back at Tig and smirked. "You and me, we're gonna be best friends," she said, exiting the room and closing the door behind her.
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Dana groaned as she stretched, trying to reach the cup on the top shelf. Opie reached over her and grabbed the cup, passing it to her. "Don't you think you should be taking it easy?" He asked, leaning against the counter. She shook her head and continued on her quest to make herself something to eat.
"I'm fine. I can still function," she said, grabbing a bottle of juice from the fridge and sitting down at the table. He grabbed the plate with a sandwich from the counter and placed it in front of her. Opie pulled a chair out and plopped down into it, staring at her. She glanced up from her sandwich and cocked an eyebrow, knowing that this wasn't going anywhere good.
"What's going on between you and Tyler?" He asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Dana took a bite out of her sandwich and leaned back in her chair, shaking her head. "Don't beat around the bush, Op. Spit it out, whatever it is that has you conjuring up non-existent shit," she said, wiping the side of her mouth. "When they brought you in, I was there at your side. You said his name, not mines. His," he said.
She scoffed. "Jealous, much?" Opie shifted in his seat and shook his head. "Then two weeks ago, you and him are having little secret meetings. W hat's up with that?" Dana continued to eat her sandwich and poured herself a cup of juice. "If he hadn't been there I would've died. He was the only one that knew that I was allergic to penicillin, so that's why I was calling out to him. And that meeting, I was just thanking him. There's nothing to it," she said.
"I don't want you going on runs or any deep shit like that no more," Opie said. Dana froze and glanced up at him, before pushing her plate away. She glared down at her half eaten sandwich and sighed. "Let me apologize for what I'm sure is about to sound real bitchy. I know you are trying to protect me and what not, but this one is on you. Tyler learned it the hard way and so will you. When I have my cut on, you can't tell me what to do. You need to keep our personal life out of club business. When I'm riding, I'm just another son," she said, standing up and exiting the room.
"What if you hadn't come back from that? What if you had died out there in the middle of the highway?" He yelled after her. "Now you understand what Donna kept telling you. And you above all people should understand that you can't be half in, half out, Opie," she responded, grabbing her cut off of the couch and heading for the door.
Opie stood up and followed her outside. "How dare you bring her into this!" He yelled. She turned around and faced him, throwing her hands into the air. "It is what it is. If you can't understand, then me and you can't hang," she said, climbing into her truck and taking off. Opie stared after her, his body shaking with rage.