So here is the next chapter!

I have mentioned it before, but I would like to remind you again. This story does not follow the series timeline, as this is set in a time where Jax is President, Opie is Vice President, and Happy is Sergeant at Arms. I've added a new lot of people in this chapter, as I didn't want to use any of the enemies/associates form the series because I thought it might get a bit confusing.

I really appreciate the reviews and suggestions, so please keep them coming, and if you have any advice on my story I would love to hear it, and I will do my best to improve anything you think needs improving. I've finished a simple 'story plan' for this story so I don't write myself into a hole, but if you have any ideas or suggestions about where the story should go, I would love to hear those too!

Thanks

CDMX

I lay in bed next to Joel, who was sound asleep. I couldn't sleep knowing Jax was only two rooms away, and I couldn't stop my mind racing about my plans. I wasn't sure exactly what I was going to do, but I knew I was going to finish what I started.

Joel stirred, and then mumbled, "Are you awake?"

"Yeah." I whispered back.

"Why?" He asked, rubbing his eyes and turning to look at me.

"Thinking." I replied.

Joel silently looked at me for a moment, and then asked, "About Jax?"

I flicked my head towards him. "What?" I asked, shocked.

"I'm not stupid Ellie." He said, sounding more caring than annoyed. "I know something's up. I heard you yelling at each other when you had your secret little talk outside."

I didn't respond, trying to slow my racing heartbeat.

Joel sighed. "Just tell me what's wrong, Ellie. You know I'm here or you."

I didn't really want to tell him, but he should know, and I was going to leave tomorrow without warning. I sighed and looked him in the eyes. "It's a long story." I say.

He smiled. "I got time."

I started from the beginning. I told him about my dad and brother. I told him about how Zander joined the Sons of Anarchy and was shot dead at their club house and garage. I told him that dad killed himself five months later. I told him that it was all Jax's fault, and then I told him what I tried to do to Jax, and how I failed. I told him that was why I came to Carson City, and finally I told him that I planned on going back and finishing what I started.

Joel stayed silent the whole time I was telling him the story, and then at the end he confidently said one word. "Ok."

I thought over his response for a moment, but couldn't figure out exactly what he meant. "Ok what?"

He smiled sweetly at me and kissed me softly on the forehead. "Ok." He repeated. "Ok, I'll go with you. Ok, I'll help you. Ok, I'll be there for you."

I smiled at him as a tear rolled down my cheek. "You would do that for me?" I asked.

"Of course." He responded. "Always."

"But Jax is your cousin." I argued.

"Not really." He explained. "His mum and my mum are only half sisters, so he isn't even my full cousin."

"But still…" I began, but was cut off by Joel.

"I would do anything for you, Ellie."

I thought about what he was saying for a moment, when the memory of the conversation I had with Brandon before we left that night retuned to my head. He wanted to come because he wanted to protect me, and I let him. I hardly even thought twice about it and he got killed. Because of me.

"I let Brandon come last time." I explain to Joel. "And now he's dead and I don't even know where his body is buried. I can't let that happen to you."

Joel smiled. "Do you really think I'm going to let you stroll into their club house and try blow them up again?" He asked. "I'll help you plan it. We'll do it smart."

"No." I said flatly.

Joel laughed to himself quietly. "I got the car." He whispered.

"So?" I replied. "You're still not coming."

"Yes I am." He argued, almost jokingly.

"You're not!" I said, angry at him for trying to joke around.

"If you think I'm going to actually let you leave by yourself, you've got another thing coming." He said.

I stared deep into his eyes, and he stared back. His blue eyes were mesmerising, and I couldn't bear to see the sparkle in his eyes leave like it did in Brandon's. I loved Joel. He was the only one I had left who I truly loved, and I couldn't let anything happen to him.

"I don't want you to come with me." I say, reconfirming what I had already said.

"I can help you." He said. "You're not the only one with a shady past. I can help you."

I looked at him quizzically. "What?"

"It's not time for me to share it with you." He says. "But I know I can help you. Properly."

I sigh and think about the situation. I can't stop myself remembering Brandon, which makes my heart ache even more.

"But…" I begin, trying to argue my point again, but I am silenced by Joel's finger on my mouth and his soft "Shhhh."

"We'll leave early." He says. "Before Jax wakes up."

I sigh. I know I'm going to regret having Joel with me, but I was in not going to argue it anymore. If ever I truly needed Joel to support me, it was now.

I am woken my Joel lightly shaking my shoulder. He puts his finger to his lips, silently telling me to be quiet. I nod my head and look over at the alarm clock. It's only 5 o'clock in the morning, but we do want to leave before Jax wakes up. Joel hands me a bag. I unzip it to see that he had already packed it with a few essentials. I smile at him in thanks, and he smiles back.

We slowly sneak through the house, moving quietly as possible past where Gemma and Jax are sleeping. Joel leaves a note on the kitchen counter for his mum, which explains that we are going to help a friend move house interstate, and that we will be back in a few days. As far as cover stories go, it's pretty lousy, but it is good enough to buy us a few days.

We sneak back past the lounge room, where Gemma and Jax are sleeping and towards the front door. As I pass them I look back over my shoulder at Jax. The hatred I have towards him is deep, and I can feel it in my bones when I look at him. I wanted to go up to him right now and smother his face with a pillow. I wanted to watch the life leave his body as I watched it leave Brandon's. I was never really a violent person, but all I could think about was killing Jackson for what he did to me, and probably a whole lot more people as well. He deserved it, there was no doubt in that, but I had to play my cards right, or else I would be the one who ends up dead.

Joel grabs my arm and gently pulls me towards the door. I must have been standing there too long. He leads me out to the car at a fast pace. We get into his old red hatchback, and drive off as silently as his bucket of snot car would allow.

We drive in silence for several hours before Joel breaks the silence. "We're gonna have to hide the car." He says. "It stands out and he'll probably recognise it if he saw it."

"Mmm." I agree. "We could park it out the back of the motel when we check in. You won't be able to see it from the street if it's parked there."

"I guess." He replies. "And we'll have to pick up some food as soon as we get there, so we can get to the motel and hide the car before Jax gets back."

There was silence for a few moments before Joel added, "Was he with anyone?"

"I don't know." I reply.

"We will have to watch out for the others then. " Said Joel.

I thought about the other Sons of Anarchy members, their faces returning to my memories. I shuddered when I thought of Happy. I remembered the expression on his face after he had stabbed Brandon. It looked like he almost enjoyed it; he didn't show any sign of remorse whatsoever. He was one crazy, twisted freak.

We drove the rest of the way in silence. Several hours later we passed a sign that, two days ago, I never thought I would see again in my life. "Welcome to Charming". It was almost haunting now. It no longer reminded me of happy memories from my childhood, but rather horrible memories of violence and death.

I was glad we didn't have to drive past the Teller – Morrow auto garage and club house. I don't think I would have been able to handle it. My emotions are already running high.

We pulled up at a small deli on the main street and quickly went inside to buy a few supplies so we didn't have to go out in the open again. I walked inside behind Joel, cautiously looking around checking for anybody who may recognise me. I kept my head down in the shop, avoiding looking into security cameras or into people's faces. Once Joel had grabbed enough food for about three days we made our way to the checkout, where I continued to keep my head down. I had lived in this town my whole life, except the last few years, so the possibility of someone recognising me was relatively high.

We paid for the food and made our way back to the car. We got to the motel without incident, paid for the room and parked the car out the back so nobody could see it.

Several hours later we were sitting down discussing our options. So far neither of us had any idea of how we were going to do anything. We both had suggested a few plans, but they all had major flaws in them and I wasn't willing to get caught this time.

"Fuck." I muttered to myself and went and laid down on the bed. It wasn't a comfortable bed, but luxuries weren't very high on my list of cares at the moment. I shut my eyes and let my mind wander.

I think i had almost fallen asleep when I was woken by a loud noise, which terrified me to my bones. I quickly jumped out of the bed and raced to the window. I peeked through the curtains, and could feel Joel's breath right behind me. I watched in terror as the noise got louder.

Six men on large, loud Harley's drove past. My heart almost stopped, until I read the name on the back of their cuts. I smiled and turned to Joel. A sense of relief had filled me. I finally knew what we were going to do.

"I got a plan." I say to Joel, who looks out the window again. He reads the name on the back of the men's cuts just before they are out of sight and I see the worry and confusion melt from his face and be replaced by a smile.

The name of their motorcycle club was in big letters, above a large flaming devil head. "Satan's Brothers".