A/N: Go back and read chapter 1 if you are not new to this story. There are some changes through out all these chapters. Certain events have been taken out, so please bear with me as I edit this story, especially because I'm also editing my 'Trust' story for HP Fan-fiction.
Disclaimers: Refer to Chapter 1

"Son of a bitch!" Brianna shouted as a bottle of Jack Daniels fell on top of her toes. She had her hot pink converse on so that she wouldn't hate life that night while tending bar in her boots. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck-itty fuck! Mother fucker!" She tried to breathe through the pain, not caring if she looked like a big baby as tears started to slide down her cheeks.

"What happened darlin?" Chibs asked as he ran into the main room. He had heard her shouting all the way in the back.

"Fucking Jack Daniels fell on my foot." Brianna's reply was said behind gritted teeth. "Now I probably do look like a fucking pussy. Where's Tig when you need him?" She just shook her head as she limped to the other side of the bar to slide onto one of the stools.

"Well, good thing you wore some actual shoes," He walked up to her and took her foot in his hands; taking her shoe off to check and make sure nothing was broken. "Doesn't feel or look like anything is broken, but you may want Tara to double check. I recon you'll have a nasty lookin bruise but otherwise you should be fine." He set her foot down gently and then went behind the bar to finish setting it up the way he knew she liked it.

"I guess that means I won't get to wear my porn shoes tonight," she said in the hopes of taking her mind off the pain by poking fun at her self. Lord knows I just made myself looks like a total klutz in front of him, she thought, hoping her cheeks weren't turning a bright shade of pink.

"Lord, Bri, were you hoping to make all the men kill each other at the chance to see you in nothing more then those shoes?" Chibs said, his voice coming out husky. She'd never heard his voice like that, but she hoped it wouldn't be the last time. "You turn most of those men into drooling idiots when you're in a leather jacket, jeans, and those boots you had on earlier."

"Do I turn you into a drooling idiot?" Where the hell did that come from? Brianna was wishing she could call back the words but it was too late. They were out there and there was no way to take them back.

"Chibs, meeting," Jax called as he walked behind Clay. Opie, Bobby, Juice, Piney, and a few others followed behind them and entered their meeting room that was across from the bar. Tig followed behind with Gemma and Tara. Oh thank god! Brianna thought as she watched the men walk in.

"Playing with the pussy again, Chibs?" Tig said with a sneer crossing his face. Chibs just shook his head and walked into the room with the rest of the men.

"I didn't realize Bri was a crow-eater," Gemma said, her eyebrow rising as she looked between Tig and the girl sitting on the stool.

"Fuck you Tig." Brianna hopped down off the stool, she was going to punch his teeth in if it was the last thing she did. "You low life piece of shit! Just because I wouldn't drop to my knees to suck you off the minute you walked within eye sight!" As she pulled her arm back to sock him in the jaw she felt some ones arms wrap around her and throw her over their shoulder.

"Brianna!" Chibs ran from the room grabbing her, throwing her over his shoulder and walking towards the back; towards his room.

"Chibs put me down. I'm not done with that fucking piece of shit!" Brianna said irritably. She could feel her cheeks burning as her embarrassment grew higher. That's what I get for getting pissed off at an asshole, she thought to herself.

"Baby, you need to calm down before you do something really stupid," Gemma said from behind them.

"Don't you dare lay me on your bed Filip Telford! If I have to be in your room at least do me the courtesy of putting me on my feet," Brianna could only take so much in one day.

"Tough shit. You're gonna fuckin stay here until I'm out of this club meeting. I'll come get you when Tig isn't here anymore," Chibs couldn't believe that he almost saw her sock a member of the club.

Gemma let out a chuckle when she saw the shock on the younger womans face. Yep, these two are going to fight this attraction, tooth and nail the whole way, Gemma thought as she turned to Chibs.

"Come on baby. You got a meeting to be in," With that the two walked out of the room, Chibs looking over his shoulder at the woman on his bed one last time and turned around quickly. Damn it! Now how am I supposed to push that image out of my head? He started chastising himself as he walked into the room. "Sorry about that Clay." The door shut behind him.

"I can't believe you were gonna punch him. Not that he doesn't deserve it," Tara said as she sat next to Brianna, munching on some candy. "But you may not be able to do this stupid party tonight. Shit, they can make one of the Caracara girls do it,"

"So I'm not the only one that doesn't like the girls that hang around," Brianna whispered. She didn't want Tara to read too much into why she didn't like the girls.

"Those of us who have the makings to be an Old Lady never do," Tara said, patting Brianna's hand that was resting on the bed. "I'll be right back, I wanna see if the meeting is over."

As Tara left the room, Brianna rested her head against the wall and shut her eyes. In all of my twenty-four-years I've never lost my cool with a jackass like that before, she thought as she let out a deep sigh shaking her head.

"How ya feelin, Darlin?" Chibs asked from the doorway. Brianna popped one eye opened and eyed the man as he leaned casually against the door frame like he didn't have a care in the world. He'd changed out of the black shirt he was wearing earlier that day and now had a sleeveless black shirt on, leaving his tattoos on his arm visible.

"Like a complete idiot," She opened her eyes completely and started to slide to the edge of the bed. "Not only did I let my anger get the better of me I dropped a fuckin full bottle of Jack Daniels on my toe because of a fantasy. I always get hurt in this place. First, some fuckin Caracara bitch clocks me because some asshole biker slapped my ass. Then I get my head smacked against the wall when Tig pushes me up against it because he's hopin to get lucky, and now I've possibly royally pissed off Clay by tryin to punch Tig."

"What were you fantasying about?" Chibs asked as he pushed himself off the door frame to help her up from the bed.

Of course he only picks that out of everything, Brianna thought before responding. "Oh, nothing. Knowing my luck, I'll break a bone just talking about it." Even if that wasn't true there was no way she was going to tell him that she was thinking about going down on her knees and sucking him off. Dirty thoughts never get you anywhere good, she reminded herself. As she brushed the wrinkles from her shirt, they started for the main room while she continued, "And the last time I told a guy what I was fantasying about, I ended up married and knocked up at eighteen."

Chibs just nodded his head. He didn't realize that she was a mom. She was always out late at the parties if he or one of the other guys invited her. And if she's a mom that would, Chibs paused in his thinking to do the math, make her child six.

"Yes, I have a daughter. She's six but she lives with my parents. I didn't want to take her away from her friends. She's had enough change in her life with her Dad dying," Brianna offered up. She knew that there would be more questions once the shock wore off. As they entered the main room she could hear Clay bitching about her not being able to tend bar.

"Just have the crow-eaters serving the beer," Jax offered. "I'm sure Tig will chill enough for her to be able to do the next party if we need her."

"We need her tonight. Besides she is a crow-eater," Clay said.

"The fuck I am!" Brianna shot at Clay. She didn't give a flying fuck if he was the president of the club. "Fuck you Clay. You don't know shit about me and I sure as fuck don't spread 'em or get down on my knees for just any one."

"Calm down Dar-"

Brianna swung around and slapped Chibs, "Fuck off Chibs. Tara can you get me the fuck out of here please," With that Brianna stormed out of the club house not waiting to see if Tara was behind her or not.

"You okay?" Tara asked as she climbed into the drivers side after Brianna got into the passenger seat.

"Yeah, peachy. I almost punched Tig, half the club thinks I'm a fucking crow-eater, and I just told the guy I could actually see myself opening up to, to fuck off and slapped him. Why wouldn't I be okay?" With that Brianna laid her head back against the seat and closed her eyes. She wished she could go back to that morning and tell them no. That way none of this would have happened.