Finally Amber was released by Gemma and she was able to stop for a few moments to catch her thoughts. She had been so busy all day that she had hardly had any time to think about Tig or the fact that she had to smooth things over with Jax and no doubt some of the other guys as well.

At least Bobby seemed to be on my side she told herself as she walked towards her front door. Tomorrow Chibs will be out of hospital and Tig and I will get a chance to talk and all will be well again, she was trying to reassure herself yet she didn't believe it, her own words seemed empty.

"Christ," she said aloud to herself, "if I can't believe what I tell myself who the hell can Ibelieve?"

"Miss Campbell, I do believe they say that talking to oneself is the first sign of insanity," a voice came from behind her.

Whipping around she saw two men, Weston and Zobelle.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Holy shit what do I do? She was scared, not only did she not want and of the Sons to see her with these guys she was worried that they would hurt her in some way but she was certainly not going to show them that fear.

"No Mr. Zobelle, insanity would be standing here talking to you, good night," she turned back towards the house but was quickly grabbed by Weston.

Fuck! God, Tig where are you?

"I had a bit of a chat with your uncle today, he sends his love. He was... a bit concerned at the company you keep these days, wanted me to pass on a message, one that I myself don't feel comfortable relaying so Mr. Weston here will do the honours."

The back of Weston's hand connected with Ambers cheek with heavy force knocking her sideways to the grounds where she hit her head on the curb.

When she woke up she was in hospital with a blonde woman hovering over her.

"Miss Campbell? I'm Agent Stahl of the ATF, how are you feeling?"

Amber had a ringing in her left ear and a splitting headache.

"Agent Stahl you're going to have to step outside while the doctors do some tests," Tara came up beside the blonde woman.

"Miss Campbell, did Alex Tragger do this to you?"

"Agent Stahl she is not able to answer any of your questions right now, leave."

Once the door shut behind Stahl Tara made a face, "good thing she doesn't know that I've been suspended."

"My head," Amber moaned.

"I know, it hurts, you have a concussion but it's only minor so a few heavy duty painkillers should do the trick."

"Tig around?" she asked.

Tara sighed, "he was here but had to go, someone burnt down the porn studio, Jax blames Clay, he wants to go nomad ... the big mess is just getting bigger and messier."

"I want to go," said Amber, "I don't want to talk to any ATF or whatever just let me go home."

"Amber, you should really stay here, at least over night, please."

Amber thought about it, "am I safe here? I don't feel safe."

"This was a random attack right? Mugging gone wrong?" Tara had come to such a conclusion on her own, mostly because she wanted to believe it.

"Weston."

Tara cursed. Seemed no one was safe from these guys any more.

"Okay, I will try get you discharged but you have to stay with me and Jax, for tonight anyway."

While Tara was gone Juice came to visit her, he was obviously upset about something.

"Jax going nomad is a big deal for the club," he sighed, "I don't want him to go but we can't hold him here if it's not what he wants."

Amber didn't understand what it meant to be a nomad, not really but she knew it was not a good thing for anybody.

Amber was discharged after several doctors told her she should stay overnight and a phone call from Chibs telling her it was better for her to stay in hospital. She was about to give in and stay with the promise she could share Juices' room but when she heard Chibs' voice she knew she had to get out.

Chibs visited her once she was at Jax's house, but no one else did.

Like her, he was dealing with issues from his past that he hadn't expected to pop up.

"You still love her then, after all these years and everything that she did to you?" Amber was in bed with Chibs lying across the bed, his head on her belly.

"Aye, I don't know how to explain it, as fucked up as it all must seem, my love for her has never gone away, no matter how much I wish it would."

"Aw Chibby, I wish I could love you instead of Tig, you're much more romantic than him," she said as he was playing with his hair.

He chuckled slightly then stopped, "did you just say you love him?"

That caused her to chuckle, "honestly, I did yesterday."

Chibs raised an eyebrow "and today?"

"Not so much. Where is he? I haven't seen him since yesterday morning and in that time I've been accused of being a rat and attacked. If he loved me like he said he did he would be here or at least called."

"There are many things you need to know about Tig, some you may already know, others you will find out in time but one thing I can tell you is Tig Tragger will never love a woman more than he loves his club."

"And there are things going on in the club right now more important than me, I get that. I don't want him to change I just... I don't know."

"Hey, you've got me, it's obviously not the same but I got a whole lot of love for you darling' and nothing would stop be being here right now looking after you."

She smiled and gave him a kiss on the head.

Over and over again Amber dreamt about walking through a dark house, the further she got the more panicked she became until finally she would make it to the back of the house where she found the bodies of her father and step mother. She would stand and stare at them as their bodies multiplied and distorted, they became Chibs and Juice, Tara and Tig. She was surrounded by dead bodies of those she cared about.