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

A/N:I'm soooo sorry that I haven't updated in a while. I've had a long writers block on this story and I'm sure that this part sucks a bit, but bare with me. So, enjoy and review!

*updated

When I saw the unit car drive into the parking lot, Gemma and I ran out the office as Jax and Clay walked over to it. It was obvious that they were both pissed.

"This is bad." I muttered, making my way over to him and grabbed his arm after seeing the look on his face. I smiled weakly with a nervous laugh, trying to calm him down a bit.

"Jax please. He's not worth it. I mean, you can rip him a new one verbally. Just not.." I trailed off as he took my hand off his arm ignoring everything I just said.

"Physicially." I sighed, turning around following him. I decided to try Clay, clueless of how he was like when my Mom was alive.

"Clay, talk some sense into him." I begged and a shrug was my answer.

"I wanna get him to for what he did to you. Oh, and if he would beat Bella? That's a more perfect reason for me to help Jax kick his ass." Clay told me, causing me to moan holding my head. I was in deep shit now.

I ran ahead and got in front of Jax as my dad got out the car with a look of apology on his face. I locked eye contact with him, before looking at the angry blonde biker infront of me.

"Jax, let me handle it. He's my father." I told him as I turned around and walked up to Chief Wayne Unser.

"What do you want, Dad?" I asked, with my voice and face emotionless. He looked at my face, taking in the bruises and cuts he put on me and a sad look appeared on his face. He tried to touch my cheek but I flinched, backing away.

That made him mad.

"Lizbeth, get in the jeep. We can talk at home." He told me and I shook my head.

"No." I said, only for him to grab my arm roughly and pull me up to his face.

"I said, get in the jeep." He ordered me.

I looked down at where he was holding me and back at him. Next thing he knows, he's holding his stinging jaw after letting go of me.

"Leave Lizzi alone, Unser." Jax told him, bring his fist back to his side standing beside me.

Then Clay walked up to Dad grabbing his shirt collar with a glare.

"Touch her or ever come here again to hurt her? I'll kill you. Got it?" He told him and got a nod in return. He was about to let him go but, held on to him.

"Oh and would you beat Bella the way you just did Lizbeth?" He asked. Another nod. Suddenly, Dad's on the ground with a bloody broken nose.

"Get the fuck out of here." Clay told Unser. and he didn't move.

"NOW!" He yelled and that worked. I smiled as I heard the tires shriek and away from the garage.

Gemma took me into the bar as the guys followed. Tig, Juice and the rest of them were back to the cars.

I sat at the bar as Clay stood and Jax sat behind me.

"You know you two didn't have to do that." I told them while Gemma got scotch for her and Clay and Jax got a beers for me and him.

"I know but, he deserved it." Jax said, wrapping his arm around my shoulder making me blush a bit no matter how much I didn't want to.

"And you're part of the club. So, we have to protect our own." Clay finished and I felt very welcome.

"Thanks Clay, Jax." I said, kissing Jax on the cheek like I did last night. And of course, Gemma ruined the little moment.

"Are you two sure nothing happened last night?" She asked, making my face blood red again as Jax laughed.

After everything subsided, he said that tomorrow that he would take me to see his son, Abel in the hospital. I inwardly prayed that Tar-pit wouldn't be there.