Chibs fluttered his eyelids open a drowsy smile appearing on his face when he spotted the sight beside him. Clara remained by his side her arm still wrapped around him.

He'd never thought someone could look so cute sleeping...well hell he'd never thought of anything or anyone as cute.

He wasn't sure if cute seemed appropriate, beautiful was maybe a more suitable description. After all cute was reserved for puppies and kids, not the gorgeous brunette curled up beside him snoring lightly. Yes beautiful was better, Clara looked beautiful.

Sure she was snoring slightly and her face was pale and washed out thanks to her lack of makeup. She was still beautiful to him though, and she was his.

The realization that Clara was his woman was a bit strange for Chibs to contemplate.

After all it had been over a decade since he'd had anything that he would consider a girlfriend.

He was rusty when it came to actually dating a woman. He'd spent the past almost nine years having meaningless sex with croweaters and sweetbutts.

There had never been more to these hookups. It had been just an easy way to relieve sexual frustration for him. There was no emotion, no worries about hurt feelings, and no risk.

His relationship with Fiona did little to help him in this situation. Their entire experience dating had been a whirlwind.

Before Chibs had known it Fiona and he'd been married and Fiona had been expecting his child.

He hadn't had many serious girlfriends before Fiona. He had been to busy worrying about being a badass. He had been immature; worried about partying it up and having a good time.

He'd loved and left women always so anxious to move on to the next girl. He had little interest in settling down.

Fiona had been the one to insist on a relationship, not that it had been that hard; Chibs had been quite smitten with the Irish spitfire.

Chibs frowned not helping but to wonder if Fiona would be an issue between Clara and he. After all he was technically a married man still.

He knew what he'd say if Clara ever brought it up: Fiona and he were over. She was an ocean away married to Jimmy O'. Of course the marriage to Jimmy wasn't legal. Jimmy had insisted that Fiona was now his wife and no one was dumb enough to question it out of fear of Jimmy. Jimmy wanted Fiona and that was that. Jimmy had taken Fiona and Kerrianne and from then on they were his family not Chibs'.

Chibs knew that he would more than likely never see Fiona or his daughter again.

Jimmy wanted it that way. Chibs was meant to be a ghost to his family, never to be spoken of.

He knew that moving on with his life didn't mean that he loved his daughter any less. She would always be his baby and he prayed that they could reunite some day.

He liked to think that Kerrianne would want more for her Da. She would want her father to be happy. She wouldn't want her father to walk around a shell of the man he'd once been.

Chibs' feelings for Fiona were complicated. He knew that he'd always love her as the mother to his child. He'd be lying if he tried to claim that there wasn't more there. He knew that situation would always be a complicated one.

The rational part of his brain knew that whatever Fiona and he'd had couldn't ever be recaptured if they ever had the chance.

Chibs wanted to be happy. Clara made him happy.

Having a relationship with Clara wouldn't change the past, but it could give him a chance of a nice future.

Chibs prayed that his past wouldn't ruin his chances of a future with Clara.

Chibs knew that he enjoyed being with Clara. She was good for him. She was smart, gorgeous, funny, kind, and passionate. She was someone he'd never thought a guy like him deserved.

He knew that Clara was his second chance at happiness. He knew it in his heart that she was what he wanted.

He hoped that she realized this. He knew that if he were in her situation he'd have plenty of reservations about this relationship.

He knew that Clara had been hurt in the past. Her ex had done a number on her. The man had ruined Clara's life.

It probably took a lot to convince herself to trust again. For some crazy reason she'd put her trust into Chibs. He didn't understand why she wanted him, but he was thankful for it.

She had given a guy like him a chance.

He didn't want her to regret putting her trust in him.

It had been so long since he'd felt this way about someone. He feared somehow fucking it all up and breaking her heart in the process.

His mind once again conjured up the look on her face that day at the garage when she'd walked in on Emily Duncan hanging on him. The heartbreak on her face that day had made his heart plummet down into the pit of his stomach.

He had felt like shit, he'd felt lower than shit.

Chibs knew that he had to do whatever it took to guarantee that Clara never experienced that heartbreak ever again. He couldn't allow it.

Chibs reached out smoothing her dark hair amused to find that it was naturally a bit curly and a little wild, apparently she'd inherited that trait from her uncle at least.

He felt his stomach drop the thought of Clara's dear uncle troubling him. He knew that Bobby wasn't going to be thrilled about his niece's choice in a man.

Chibs knew that if he were in Bobby's shoes he'd be pissed. Men like them weren't any mans' choice for a partner for his niece.

Chibs knew that Bobby had made it pretty obvious that he wanted his niece to have a life separate from the world of SAMCRO.

Bobby was always going on about his smart niece; how Clara had such a good head on her shoulders. He had seemed so proud of Clara when she'd been living in Vegas running her own business.

Bobby had beamed as he'd shown off the nice gifts Clara had sent him for his birthday and the holidays; biker jewelry and nice antiques.

Bobby was still so proud of Clara even though her life had fallen to pieces. It was clear to everyone that they were so close.

Chibs feared tainting Clara and Bobby's close relationship. He knew that Bobby wasn't going to take this relationship well. It would be a huge mess.

Chibs knew that there was no turning back now though. Not that he'd turn back even if he could.

Chibs had to do whatever it took to convince Bobby that everything he felt for Clara was genuine. There was no way around it. Chibs had to win Bobby's approval somehow.

He had to grin as Clara opened her eyes wiping the sleep from them. She felt her cheeks flush as she realized that Chibs had been watching her. She tried hard to hide her embarrassment as she spoke. "Please tell me I wasn't drooling."

"Nah no drool. Ya were snorin a bit. It wasn't bad. If ya want to hear the snores from yer nightmares just take a listen ta Juice. He's like a damn lawnmower." Chibs remarked chuckling at her comment.

Clara gave him a playful smile her embarrassment fading a bit. She reached up straightening out her bedhead the best she could as she spoke. "Have many sleepovers with Juice?"

Chibs returned her grin as he replied sarcasm clear in his voice. "Oh yeah all tha time. We braid each other's hair and paint each other's nails. Oh and the pillow fights."

She burst out laughing suddenly picturing Chibs applying glittery nail polish to Juice's toenails. "I knew it. Those Friday night parties are just a big cover up for you two to get in touch with your inner woman."

He was unable to resist leaning in and pressing a kiss to her lips neither of them shocked to feel that familiar spark between them.

Clara placed a hand on his cheek allowing him to deepen the kiss. She knew for a fact that no ones lips had ever felt better than Chibs'

Despite the past two disastrous days Clara was on cloud nine.

Being with Chibs felt so right to her. For the first time in so long she was letting that wall she'd built up around her heart crumble.

Yes it was scary and intimidating but it was so thrilling. It felt so good to feel this way about someone.

She was excited to see what the future held for Chibs and she.

She had always thought that Chibs would be just an unatainable crush of hers. It was odd to think that any dreams she'd allowed herself to have about being more than a friend to Chibs had actually come true.

She was a little anxious about this relationship. It had been a long time since she'd opened up to someone. She was frightened that she would have her heart broken once again.

Clara hoped that these fears would turn out to be just some ridiculous thing she could look back on and laugh.

She tried to remind herself that this was Chibs she was talking about. He had been dear to her for so long now, even if she'd allowed herself to lose contact with him for far too long.

She reluctantly pulled her lips from his as she spoke. "Do we have time for breakfast? I can make omelets or I have some cinnamon and apple pastries I got the other day from this bakery near TM. I just bought some amazing coffee. Its called Donut Shop Blend. It's supposed to be really smooth. I also have some Coconut Crème flavored coffee too if you want to try that. I'm kind of a coffee junkie."

"Aye that sounds good. An omelet would be great. I'll have some of tha Coconut coffee. Jus let me stop next door and change." Chibs blurted out the idea of sitting down and having a nice breakfast with Clara sounding amazing.

Usually he just skipped breakfast and drank the shitty coffee at TM Auto, unless Bobby was feeling generous enough to bring some of his baked goods up to the clubhouse.

Chibs knew that Clara was supposedly a great cook or that was what Bobby said at least. He was curious to find out if this was true.

He pressed another kiss to her lips before reluctantly sliding out of her bed.

Clara didn't get out of bed until Chibs had dressed and left.

She trudged over to her closet her body tired and weak still even though she'd rested all day the day before.

At least the nausea was gone. She still had a killer headache though. She knew she'd just have to tough it out and wash down some asprin with extra strong coffee.

She let out a huff as she quickly picked out her clothing deciding do just go with something casual; a pair of dark wash skinny jeans, a plain black cami, and her beloved pair of red converse.

She quickly applied makeup using just foundation, powder, some mascara, and her favorite bright cherry red lipstick, before she pulled her short hair up into with an elastic band into a tiny ponytail.

Clara let out a sigh studying herself in the mirror not exactly happy with her reflection. Though she'd applied makeup she could still see distinctive dark circles under her eyes.

She felt her stomach roll knowing that she'd have to face Gemma today. She so wasn't looking forward to it.

Though Chibs had covered for her yesterday Clara knew that she was even higher up on Gemma's shit list now.

Clara knew that Gemma didn't like her and she wasn't overly fond of Gemma. She imagined that she would have to at least learn to tolerate Gemma now though.

After all Gemma was the Queen of SAMCRO. Nothing happened without her approval.

As much as Clara wanted to tell Gemma where she could shove it, she knew that it would just be better for everyone if she found a way to at least endure her.

That didn't mean Clara just planned on rolling over and letting Gemma walk all over her. Clara would only take so much abuse.

She knew that if push came to shove she'd crack. She only hoped that she didn't completely alienate Chibs by blowing up at the SAMCRO Queen.

Clara shook these thoughts from her head as she made her way to the kitchen starting a pot of the Coconut Crème coffee.

She busied herself grabbing her last four eyes from the fridge along with some shredded cheese and a few peppers she needed to cook before they went south. She decided to add some bacon on the side knowing that most men had to have meat with every meal.

Clara couldn't help but to hum to herself as she stood over the stove cooking. She had always loved cooking ever since she was a child.

Bobby had instilled a love of the culinary arts in her at a young age. Bobby taught her to make everything from cookies to cakes and muffins to crepes to soufflés. Over the years she'd expanded her horizons from beyond baking. She loved to make everything from Curry Chicken to Lasagna with homemade pasta.

She could remember back when she'd lived in Vegas she had thrown elaborate dinner parties. Her fondest memory was of the huge dinner party she had put together for Victoria's birthday. She had made Steak Béarnaise and French Onion Soup and she'd managed to pair it with the best wine and homemade ice cream for dessert.

Of course Mitch had begun to push her into making big fancy meals for the rich men he was trying to drum up investments from. Clara had always hated that she'd be slaving over a stove stuck talking to a snooty rich woman while Mitch talked business with the men.

She'd only done it because Mitch had sweet talked her into it.

If it was up to her she'd only have thrown the dinner parties for the ones she loved the most.

Clara was surprised that thinking about these dinner parties and Mitch didn't make her heart ache.

She was beginning to realize that thinking about Mitch hurt less and less each time. It was a gigantic relief to realize that she was finally getting over all that had happened.

It was high time she moved on.

She was looking forward to moving on with Chibs. She was looking forward to moving on with her life.

Clara would be lying if she tried to say that there weren't a few things about Chibs' past that didn't worry her.

There was his involvement with the IRA of course. Then there was the fact that Chibs was still legally a married man.

She tried to tell herself that this didn't matter. After all Chibs' wife and child were both in Ireland. Chibs wanted to attempt this relationship with her.

Still though who was to say that he didn't still love his wife? What if she was only second best to his wife? What if Chibs just thought of her as someone to warm his bed while his heart still pined for Fiona?

Clara shook her head refusing to think about Chibs' martial status. She knew that it was an issue that was bound to come up eventually though.

She couldn't help but to dread the answer to all those questions about Fiona that were rolling around in her head.

Chibs made his way into Clara's apartment after he'd managed to take a quick shower and put on some fresh clothing. It was a relief given that he'd been wearing the same thing for two days now.

He smiled as he was enveloped with the smell of fresh coffee and eggs and bacon.

Clara's apartment was clean and so comfortable compared to his apartment. The sun streamed in through the windows giving Clara's apartment a warm safe feeling. It was a contrast to the dim lighting in Chibs' apartment.

Chibs had to love the sight of Clara standing at the stove humming softly to herself as she made them breakfast. She looked completely in her element cooking. She was relaxed and content as she moved about the kitchen.

It was something he could get accustomed to seeing every morning.

He imagined himself standing by her doing his best to help her cook breakfast the two of them joking and flirting as they worked.

He watched her take two navy blue ceramic plates from the upper cabinet before she went back to the stove her hands moving delicately as she managed to use a plastic spatula to place the omelets on the plates without breaking them.

He was unable to resist himself as he came up behind her wrapping his arms around her waist.

She jumped the action taking her completely off guard. She couldn't help but to tense up thoughts of some intruder breaking in and sneaking up on her filling her head.

She only managed to relax as she heard Chibs speak up. "It looks great alainn."

She smiled at the little pet-name; alainn: beautiful. She could never get sick of hearing it.

She turned allowing him to press a soft kiss to her lips as she spoke. "Go sit down and I'll make you a plate and a cup of coffee."

He did just that taking a seat at her little round dining room table. He dug into the food as soon as she placed it in front of him. He was pleased to find that she was in fact an amazing cook.

Clara sat across from him thrilled to see that he was happily eating what she'd given him a look of contentment on his face. It was a change from Mitch who'd always been irritated by her tendency to use kosher salt.

She shook thoughts of her ex from her head as she spoke unable to ignore her anxieties about work. "Hopefully I won't get fired today."

Chibs reached across the table taking her hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze. "Ya won't. I took care of it lass. Gemma would be a fool tha fire ya."

Clara shook her head not sure she believed him.

He spoke again spotting the doubt clear on her face. "Ya make the office at TM run smooth Clara...well as smooth as it can with us lot. Trust me Gemma sees that. Yer good at yer job."

She nodded her head as she took a sip of her coffee. He was right, she told herself. She was damn good at her job.

"I may look into some other options. I don't know what. Maybe I'll open up a booth at that craft place downtown...Miki's Craft Mall. I can sell some of my jewelry and maybe some clothing I've made...dresses and aprons and stuff. I can still work at TM but I can make some extra cash." Clara blurted out her stomach churning at this thought.

She was unsure if a booth would do well, but she knew she would never know unless she tried.

"I think that's a wonderful idea love." Chibs blurted out as he pulled her hand up pressing a quick kiss to it before he went back to enjoying his meal.

Clara nodded her head reminding herself to look into how much opening up a booth would cost. If anything it would get her out from under Gemma's watchful gaze.

The couple sat in silence for a long moment enjoying the domestic moment eating breakfast and drinking coffee; the both of them knowing they wanted to do this together every morning.

Chibs broke the silence hating to ruin the wonderful morning they'd been having but knowing it had to be said. "Juice and I are goin to go pay Roman Becket a visit this mornin."

"Be careful." Clara blurted out her stomach churning at this knowledge. She was frightened.

She was still in shock that this had actually happened to her. She didn't know how long it would take her to come to terms with it.

All she knew was that she wanted revenge. She wanted Roman Becket to pay. She wanted him to learn a lesson, one he would never forget.

She had to fear that this would somehow backfire.

She imagined Juice or Chibs somehow getting hurt or even worse getting arrested.

She didn't want anyone getting hurt or in some sort of trouble because they were doing what she'd asked of them.

"Always am Clara. Trus me this'll work like a charm." Chibs insisted doing his best to give her a calm smile.

He could see the uncertainty in her eyes, and as much as he wanted to deny it he knew she had a reason to worry.

He knew that going after Roman Becket was risky, but he wasn't going to allow the prick to get away with what he'd done to Clara.

It made Chibs sick to think what would have happened if he hadn't gotten to Clara before Roman had. It made his heart ache to think of Roman doing what he'd probably planned on doing to Clara.

Chibs knew if Roman had managed to go through with what he'd been planning then Chibs would have to kill him.

The only reason the bastard was walking away with his life was because Clara wanted Roman to live in fear. She wanted him to learn never to do that to another woman again.

Chibs swallowed the lump developing in the back of his throat as he gave Clara a smile. He would give her what she needed. He had to do this for her.

Roman Becket was about to learn his lesson.

Juice and Chibs sat dressed in plain clothing dark hoodies over their shirts, their kuttes in the backseat of the clubs' black van. They parked out in the parking lot of Charming Fitness Center close enough to the entrance to see who went in and who came out.

It was a large gym that had been built a few years back. The gym was always busy given that it was the largest and the newest gym in Charming. It was a nice place equip with all the newest work out equipment, a huge swimming pool, and a team of personal trainers and dietitians.

In other words it was a place Juice or Chibs would never be able to afford a membership to.

Chibs couldn't help but to feel impatient as he took a liberal puff from his cigarette releasing a cloud of smoke as he let out a sigh.

Juice gave the man a knowing glance. Waiting for the chance to make a move was always the worst part.

Juice couldn't help but to notice how cheerful Chibs had been this morning when he'd told him that it was time.

Juice was tempted to question Chibs' good mood, but kept his thoughts to himself. He knew that Chibs would chide him trying to have a chick flick moment if he asked him about Clara.

Juice was happy for his brother and Clara. It was clear that Clara was good for Chibs. Juice hadn't seen the man this cheery in, well ever.

Juice tapped his fingers against the steering wheel as he spoke up. "So how'd you convince Clay to let you borrow the van?"

"It wasn't easy. I told him I'd explain it later." Chibs admitted not looking forward to this upcoming conversation with Clay at all.

He knew Clay might be a little irritated that Chibs had chosen to move forward with this without the club's help. Chibs refused to make the horrible thing that had happened to Clara public knowledge.

He just prayed Clay would understand. This was for Chibs' girl. Clara was Chibs' old lady and it was a man's place to protect his old lady. If someone fucked with your old lady you made them regret it.

Chibs managed to smile a little as he suddenly realized that Clara was his old lady.

He hoped that every morning would be exactly like this morning minus the anxieties. He could become accustomed to waking up beside Clara each morning and eating breakfast with her before they went to work.

Chibs let out another sigh as a sudden thought entered his mind; he needed to take Clara on a date. It had to be something special. A regular old dinner and a movie date wasn't good enough.

He glanced over at Juice briefly considering asking the younger man for advice, but he quickly threw this idea right out of his head.

Yes Juice might have a better idea of how it was to date nowadays, but the idea of asking for the man's advice was embarrassing.

Chibs wasn't sure what he should do on this date. It wasn't as though Clara and he were complete strangers. They'd been friends for a long while now, so this date wasn't meant for them to become acquainted.

More than anything he just wanted to give Clara a good time. She deserved a nice evening after her last date.

Chibs knew he wasn't the romantic candle lit dinner type.

He stared down at the dashboard as though it would give him a good date idea. Women were so complicated. He'd almost forgot how complicated they could be.

Juice tightened his hands on the steering wheel as he noticed a familiar man wonder out the entrance to the gym his eyes locked down on his cell phone. "Is that him?"

Chibs watched the man walk over to a shiny new black pick up truck before climbing into the passengers seat. "Aye that's him. Follow him."

Juice did as he was told following Roman Becket's truck as it pulled out of the parking lot driving for a few blocks before parking in the parking lot of a sub shop.

Chibs watched Roman disappear into the sub shop his eyes still locked on his cell phone before he spoke. "Let's wait fer him then ambush him."

Juice nodded his head knowing that it would work if they remained calm and casual about it. The sub shop and the parking lot were nearly vacant, so they wouldn't have to worry about any prying eyes.

Chibs and Juice both got out of the van being sure to stand beside the entrance and lean back against the building.

Chibs lit another cigarette as he stared off towards the window being sure to keep a close eye on Roman without making it obvious that he was keeping his eye on the man.

"Is the plan still the same?" Juice asked as he tried to ignore the nervous energy bubbling in his guts.

This was risky he knew it. It was worth it though. This was for Clara, Juice reminded himself. If he were really any true friend to Clara and Chibs he'd do this for them.

Chibs nodded his head as he took a puff from his cigarette the nicotine hitting his brain and calming his nerves. "Aye."

Roman ordered his sandwich to go his eyes still locked on his cell phone as he walked out the sub shop oblivious to the two intimidating men coming up behind him.

Juice spoke up doing all he could to hide any anger from his voice. "Hey man. Do you work at that new gym place? You train lifting right?"

"Yes I do. Are you looking for a trainer?" Roman asked looking up from his phone and turning to face Juice and Chibs.

The friendly grin disappeared from his face as Chibs and Juice appeared on either side of him. Chibs tossed his cigarette aside before he pulled the gun from his hoodie keeping it discreetly pointed at Roman's side out of sight of any possible witnesses.

Roman spoke up his voice rising a few octaves his eyes wide and terrified. "I'm not looking for any trouble man. Just take my wallet...I'll give it to you and everything. Take my truck too just don't hurt me."

Chibs glared at the man his voice taking a dangerous tone to it as he replied. "I aint interested in yer car or yer money. Ya know a lass named Clara don't ya?"

"Shit...listen I can explain." Roman spat out doing his best to stop Juice and Chibs leading him towards the black van, by stopping and refusing to move forward.

"Aye yer goin to explain all righ. We're goin to go fer a ride and have a little talk bout Clara." Chibs demanded as Juice and he shoved Roman into the back of the van.

Both men made quick work of climbing into the van before they pulled out of the parking lot.

Chibs pointed the gun into the backseat at Roman as he spoke up. "Ya messed with the wrong lass ya prick."

Clara sat at the desk in TM Auto her eyes locked down on the ancient computer on Gemma's desk.

She did her best not to scowl as Gemma entered the office raising her eyebrow at the younger woman. "I take it you're feeling better?"

"Yep good as new." Clara replied not missing the knowing look on Gemma's face.

Gemma knew she was full of shit, Clara could see it in her eyes.

"Chibs said you had food poisoning?" Gemma asked her eyes locked down on Clara her gaze intense. She wanted to see how long it would take the girl to squirm.

Clara gave Gemma a calm smile trying to hide how much Gemma intimidated her. "Yeah I got it from bad Vegan. Chibs was sweet enough to get me some stomach meds."

"You can't trust that vegan shit. Can't trust vegetarian either. I didn't know you're a vegetarian." Gemma remarked making it clear that she wasn't just innocently talking about her mistrust of vegan food.

Clara shrugged her shoulders doing all she could to remain casual as she stared back down at the computer screen. "I'm not."

Gemma nodded her head a tense half smile on her face. "That's good. I never could trust a vegetarian. I can't stand anyone who doesn't know and understand their place on the food chain."

Clara tried to resist the urge to pick up the keyboard and bash Gemma's face in with it as the woman spoke again. "You and Chibs seem to be getting close?"

"We were friends before we were neighbors. He's a sweet guy." Clara responded her jaw clinching.

She was tempted to blurt out that Chibs was more than a friend now, but she kept her lips sealed not wanting to give Gemma the ammunition.

"He is a sweet guy. I'd hate to see him get taken advantage of by some gash." Gemma stated her chin tilting up as she watched Clara tense up.

Clara felt as though Gemma was examining her under a microscope watching her every move like a scientist and taking note of her reactions.

She spoke up knowing that she should just get up and walk away. She should be smart about this. "So would I."

Gemma sat back on the sofa as she pulled out a cigarette and lit up. "You're a lot like your mother. Anyone ever told you that?"

"Not really. How so?" Clara asked her stomach turning in on itself. She didn't like where this was going.

"She and I didn't have the best...relationship. She had a mouth on her. She had a thing for bikers. She dated a lot of guys before she wound up with Oak. Things went to shit after that. Tammy had issues with the club...She never understood that we're the glue that holds shit together when things go south. She didn't know her place." Gemma replied her eyes never leaving Clara.

Clara clinched her fists as she pushed the chair back from the desk and spoke. "My father was a difficult man to be with. I'm sure my mother had her reasons. In case you haven't noticed you aren't an easy woman to get along with."

Gemma smirked having to admit she was impressed that Clara had the gall to make that last statement. "So I've been told."

Gemma took another drag of her cigarette as she spoke again. "I hope you aren't too much like her. Bobby always had a soft spot for his little sister...never knew when to tell her enough was enough. I know for a fact your uncle wouldn't want you picking up any of your mom's old tricks...acting like a croweater."

Clara felt a wave of rage wash over her. Yes she knew her mother wasn't a saint. Tammy had been wild when she was Clara's age. Tammy had dated quite a few guys before she'd met Oak. She had always told Clara that she wasn't ashamed of her past. She had fun while she was still young enough to have it. Clara's mother had never once hidden this part of her past from Clara.

Tammy had always told Clara about it in the hopes that Clara would learn from her mother's mistakes.

Clara let the rage take hold of her as she spoke up her voice rising a little despite her best efforts to stop it. "And what give you the idea that I'm acting like a croweater?"

"You seem to be getting more than a little close to Chibs. Juice wasn't being subtle about how interested he is in you. It makes me wonder what you're intentions are sweetheart. Makes me a little concerned. Pick one dick and stick with it. I know for a fact your uncle wouldn't approve of you being a croweater." Gemma stated her voice remaining cool despite Clara's anger.

Clara wanted to punch Gemma in the face. She wanted to grab the keyboard off the desk and whack Gemma with it. She wanted to bash her face in.

Clara wanted to make Gemma second guess ever calling her a whore or talking shit about her mother ever again.

She knew that was what Gemma probably wanted though. She wanted to provoke Clara. Gemma wanted Clara to lash out and prove that she wasn't to be trusted and she didn't belong here.

Clara refused to give Gemma the satisfaction. She took a deep breath calming her rage as she spoke up. "I know what dick I want. Thank for your concern but you can take it elsewhere. I have Chibs and he's it for me. Like it or not Gemma but I'm here to stay."

And with that Clara walked out of the office refusing to even look back.

Clara let out a huff as she stormed over to the clubhouse only one thing on her mind. She needed a drink.

Gemma smirked hating to admit it but she was impressed. She'd expected Clara to back down and give her some spiel about how she didn't want to cause any trouble.

Maybe there was more to Bobby's little niece than Gemma had originally thought.

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Chapter title isn't a song because I honestly couldn't think of a good song.