Disclaimer:I do not own anything Sons of Anarchy. But, I really wish I had Jax. I only own Lizbeth and Bella.

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I told Jax the way to my house and was relieved when Dad's car was gone.

"He went to work, thank god." I said, getting off the motorcycle taking off Mom's halmet as I shook my hair. I wasn't really used to wearing helmets.

"You have a boyfriend?" Jax asked, hearing what I had said. I just laughed ever though he wasn't the first to say that. Well wait, actually he was.

"No. I'm staying with my dad until I find a place for myself." I told him, before biting my lower lip.

"Want to come in for a beer?" I asked Jax, pulling out my keys to the house from my pocket.

"Why not." He said getting off the bike and putting the stand down on it as I walked to the door, unlocking it.

Unknown to both of us, an agent from the ATF by the name of June Stahl was watching us from her car.

"Unser's going to have a fit."She said, with a smirk on her face as Jax and I went inside the house with me closing the door.

I got Jax and I beers, opening them and we sat on the couch in the Living room just drinking and talking.

"So, how'd you get with my cousin?" I asked him, referring to Tara.

"Tara never mentioned that she had a cousin." Jax said with a somewhat surprised look on his face.

"I'm sure, she'd like it to be that way too. You not about knowing me." I told him, taking a swig of my beer.

"She has her moments, but she's not that bad." He said defending her, not knowing what she was really like. She was a moody, suicidal bitch. Though she was only suicidal when it came to someone leaving her. Sure she had done that to him a few times.

"If she's not that bad, why does Gemma hate her so much?" I asked in a matter of fact type tone. He got a kick out of that because of the laugh.

"Mom doesn't like most of the girls I go out with." Jax told me, making me roll my eyes. Yeah fucking right.

"She likes me." I said, proving a point.

"Yeah, but we're not dating or anything." He said back, drinking more of his beer.

"So? She still likes me." I said, doing the same.

Then the phone rang and I got up to answer it on the third ring.

"Hello?" I asked, sitting the bottle next to the phone and leaning against the table.

"Lizbeth, I was just calling to ask you if you made any new friends since you've been in town?" Dad asked as a smile curved my plump lips.

"A few. I even met a couple of Mom's old friends. Clay and Gemma Morrow." I told him, looking back at Jax who had his back to me, and I bit my lip still smiling, before turning back around.

"Did you happen to meet their son, Jax?" He asked, with venom dripping on every word and I didn't miss that one bit.

"Yeah. Why, what's wrong?" I asked back. What was the beef he had with handsome biker?

"I thought I told you to stay away from him." Dad told me, causing me to clench my fists. I hated it when he would treat me like I was eight.

"He's not that bad, when you get to know him." I said back since before Jax and I got on the subject with Tara, he told me that he lost his dad John Teller about fourteen years ago and Clay was his step-dad. Even told her that he has a son with a bad heart in the hospital courtesy of his druggie ex-wife.

"I don't want you hurt. I'm surprised you're Mother never got hurt when she was with the club." He mused.

"Mom was tougher then you think and I'm happy to have inherited that." I said snapping back, tried of his bull.

"Watch your tone with me." He said, in a stern voice as if to warn me but it wasn't going to work.

"No, I'm 21 fucking years old and I can take care of myself. I've hated how you always tried to control me, since Mom died." I told him off, feeling better and better with each word.

"Because I was afraid of you doing this. Being just like that bitch Bella." Dad snapped, making me glare at a nearby picture of Dad embracing Mom on their wedding day.

"Call her a bitch again and you're dead." I hissed at him, before slamming down the phone. I had put it down pretty hard because it caught her guest's attention.

"I take it that was your dad."Jax said while getting up and walking over to me. I sighed turning towards him, running my fingers through my hair. It was a habit that I wanted to get rid of but, it was a nervous habit that I couldn't quit.

"Who else? Hey, is there a fight at the clubhouse tonight?" I asked, remembering Gemma say that Mom would fight.

"Yeah. How'd you know?" He questioned making me laugh.

"Lucky guess. Can I come?" I asked, wanting to blow off some steam.

"Sure. Come on." Jax said, walking to the door as I followed.

We got outside and I put on my helmet, before getting on the bike behind Jax and he rode out the driveway, heading to the clubhouse.

We got to the clubhouse by the garage and I got off the bike first taking off my helmet, waiting for Jax.

He got off and lead me to the door, it was open so both of us walked in.

"It should be in the back." He said, walking that way so I followed and we got to another door.

Jax opened it and I instantly heard men yelling and noticed the ring with two guys fighting in it. It was a good fight too as the smells of blood, sweat and alcohol filled the air.

"I wonder if it's okay if I fight." I thought outloud and Jax heard me and looked at me strange.

"Aren't you afraid that you'll break a fingernail?" He asked, making me glare at him squeezing a slight chuckle from him.

Then Clay walked up.

"Hey Liz." He greeted, with a warm smile.

"Hey Clay. Do you think that I could knock a guy out in the ring?" I asked, looking at the ring and back at President of the Club.

"You can try." He told me, making me smile.

"And I know that smile. Your mother would do that when she wanted to blow of some steam." Clay said as I nodded. Lucky for me, the fight in the ring had just ended.

"That's what I aim to do." I said back before walking to the ring.

Men started to look at me strange, when I started to climb in. Then I heard Gemma exclaim.

"Like Mother, like Daughter!" Making me laugh because she was speaking the truth. Though the men didn't like it.

"Who let the girl in here?" Most men asked, booing at me making me smirk.

"You men too chicken to fight a woman?" I shouted back, pulling my hair back and twisting it into a messy bun causing every thing to go quiet.

Then a tall yet musculer rugged type guy climbed in.

"How about we make this interesting.. If I win, I get to fuck you." He said, making me glare at him.

"No way on Earth, am I going to do that. But, if I win, you have to go fuck a pig." I told him, making everyone laugh.

He scoffed before punching me in my stomach.

"Cunt." He called me, as I stayed bent down.

I looked up at him with a smirk and an evil look in my eyes.

"Chickenshit." I said back socking him hard in his jaw and then a left hook to his nose, breaking it.

Twenty to thirty minutes later, he was on the floor bleeding from his nose, eye and cheek since I had cut him in those places. I get ontop of him and grabbed him by his shirt collar.

"Give up or do you want more?" I teased, glaring down at him making him eagerly shake his head no with a whimper.

I smiled before getting up and climbing out the ring, with a few cuts and bruises on me. One of my stomach, a cut cheek as well as black right eye. I walked over to the table where Clay, Jax and Gemma were and sat next to Jax.

"Still think that I was going to break a nail?" I asked him, with a sassy smile.

"Nah not really. Now, I don't want to get on your bad side." He said with a slight smile.

"You won't. Ugly guys get on my bad side" I told him, before my cell phone buzzed against my hip.

I took it out and saw it was a text message from my Dad. So I opened the message.

Get home NOW!

I bit my lip, putting it back in my pocket.

"What's wrong?" Gemma asked, seeing the look on my face.

"It was my Dad. I better head home, it doesn't look good." I said, getting up and pulled my hair loose from the bun.

"I'll take you home." Jax said, getting up as well.

"Okay. Be careful you two." Gemma told us, as we walked off.

We got outside, put on our helmets, before getting on the road.

Jax got to my house and I got off, taking my helmet off and holding it in my hands before seeing the unit car.

"Crap."I sighed. I was in deep shit.

"Hopefully, he's not too mad." I said, walking to the door.

Jax followed me like a gentleman, of course.

"If anything happens, just call the garage, okay?" He told me and I nodded.

"Thanks Jax."I said, hugging him which he awkwardly did back.

I broke the hug giving him a smile, which he returned gladly before unlocking the door and walking in the house. Just to lean against the door when I closed it.

I heard his motorcycle fade away and smiled, before walking into the living room, only to be slapped in the face and land on the floor.