Chapter 2

There she stood, all 5'5" curve hugging jeans, tank top that showed her muscled arms, and boots that made most women nervous to walk, hands on her hips in the middle of the parking lot just waiting.

"OPIE WINSTON GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE NOW!" Rory bellowed.

Inside the clubhouse Jax was laughing so hard he could barely stand, "What did you do to my sister?"

Opie grimaced when he heard his girlfriend of three years yell, "Painted her truck hot pink while she was out of town with Lore."

This only served to make Jax laugh more while talking between laughs, "She's going to kill you"

"I swear Opie I will come in there and drag you out by your hair." Rory continued getting more aggravated as she waited.

About the time that she started to the club house her mother, Gemma Morrow and her husband Clay Morrow came out of the office.

"Rory baby, what is with all the racket?" Gemma asked her daughter, smiling at the fact she reminded her of herself at twenty-one even though she was adopted.

"Opie decided that it would be a wonderful idea to paint my fucking truck HOT PINK while I was out of town with Lore." Rory screeched the color, she really had no use for bright tones.

Gemma and Clay exchanged bemused expressions, "What are you going to do about it Shorts?" Clay had used the nickname for as long as she could remember, he was also the only one she let get away with it.

"Beat him" she replied simply

"You're cleaning up the blood." Her mother replied just as quickly.

Gemma wasn't worried her kids had fought like this all the time and they were all her kids. Being the matriarch of the Sons wasn't easy especially when Opie was put away for 5 years, getting out earlier this year. Her daughter was the most torn up over that, she cried for months and the only one she would talk to was Jax. She didn't talk to Clay for five months, after he refused to let her visit Opie, he had been heart broken. But watching her now I know she's my daughter even without the blood ties.

Opie inside the clubhouse sighed, "Guess I'm going to my funeral."

Jax sobering up a bit followed him out, "I am not missing this."

Both men walked out, upon seeing Rory standing there with her hands on her hips and fire in her ice blue eyes, Opie stopped dead in his tracks causing Jax to run into him.

When Rory spoke it was much calmer that they had previously heard, "So you thought that painting my truck while I was gone was a good idea?"

Opie swallowed thickly, "At the time, yea."

To those who were looking in from the outside it looked as though Opie's death was imminent, but to those who knew her knew she had something planned and Opie was going to be praying for mercy.

Rory's revenge came late one night when she call Jax and asked him to pick her up from a dance club about 3 hours from the clubhouse, "Yea sis I will be there soon."

Opie looked up at Jax "Rory?"

"Yea she's at Club Dungeon, I really don't want to contemplate that." Jax flinch thinking of his little sister in the club frequented by biker guys that weren't as nice and the Sons were with their ladies.

"Want me to ride with you?"

"Sure, the more the merrier, we will take the rover."

As they pulled up outside the club a few hours later Rory was waiting by the curb in the slinkiest outfit either of the boys had seen.

Rory climbed into the back and leaned forward giving her brother a hug.

"Thanks for the rescue bro! There was no crowd tonight, can we go back to the clubhouse for a bit?"

"Sure thing sis, I left Wendy anyway and I want to get back."

Rory shrugged and sat back ignoring Opie, once they returned to the clubhouse though she got out and turned to talk to him.

"Ya know I have been thinking and I found the perfect thing to get you back!"

"What is that?" Opie asked thoroughly distracted by her outfit

"Go look in the shop."

Opie was curious as he walked to the shop no one pranked Rory without epic retaliation but even so he had done it. What he saw was more than he could take. Rory had painted his bike neon green, he saw red. Marching back across the parking lot he ripped open the door to the clubhouse and stalked up to her.

"This may be over reaction and I may regret this later but I cannot be with a woman especially one raised like you who would mess with my bike." Opie's voice was like a cold stake down Rory's spine. "Stay away from me." With those words Opie disappeared from her quickly blurring sight. The only sound in the club was her strangled cry as she ran to her room.