A/N - Oh dear, I am addicted to the drama. So sorry for mass chapter-bombing. Hope I'm doing it justice!

Nero Padilla was a calm man. He was rational. Too many years of being out of his mind high and blowing up at nobodies had given him a keen sense of perspective, what was worth the fight, what wasn't.

His daughter, on the other hand, was most certainly worth the fight. Nero had been a terrible father for most of his life. He was too much of a mess to know what was going on, he was neglectful and, now he was clean, he regretted every second of it. Lucius had made him realise, the affect of his disregard in a physical form had shaken him from his selfishness.

He knew it must have been hard for her to come and find him in Charming. They had hardly even spent any time together, things kept getting in the way. He shook his head as he eased his car into the TM lot, he had relied too heavily on the 'friendship' the Sons had been providing Nina.

He parked up right in front of the garage and looked around. The place was fairly empty, plenty of work to be done and a few SAMCRO boys doing it but only a customer or two. One scarpered into the office just at the sight of Nero shoving his sleeves up roughly, but the woman with the Cadillac continued to pose, pushing her breasts forward as she flirted mercilessly with Tig.

Tig was covered with oil. His pale skin was streaked with black, he knew that she liked it when he looked dirty. He'd offer to drive her back, she'd blow him, they'd fuck and he'd leave, it was his favourite kind of tip for manual labour, much much better than a cash alternative. He was leaning under the hood in a black vest and jeans, smoking a cigarette as he listening to her yapping on about getting her hair blown out, daydreaming about getting something else blown out instead.

"Excuse me, miss," Nero said politely, touching the woman's arm lightly. "Do you mind if I just ask you to wait in the office?"

She looked at him in contempt, her eyes rolling up and down over him before dismissing him as not worth her time. Ignoring him, she continued to talk. Tig didn't even bother looking up, disinterested. Nero gave her a tight smile, another bit of racist white trash in Charming, why wasn't he surprised?

He turned back to his car and pulled out a baseball bat. Weighing it in his hands for a second, he gave it an almighty swing into the back windscreen and listened with satisfaction to the sound of the glass shattering into thousands of pieces. It scattered across the backseat, and the woman hurried toward the main building as Tig ducked out from beneath the bonnet.

"What the-"

He didn't even have time to think about it. Nero swung the bat at him with brute force, clipping him across the jaw and hard. Tig felt himself grunt as he flew back into a Sedan, and Nero made no small feat of ruining the car as he smashed the bat into it multiple times.

"Jesus Christ, Nero, have you lost your goddamn mind?"

Gemma came hurtling out as she saw him turn on another couple of vehicles, destroying lights and windows and bodywork before refocusing his hateful energy on Tig. He launched at him with a roar, determined to smash his skull to pieces.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?"

Nero hurled the bat at Tig's knees now, sending him sprawling to the floor. Tig landed in the dust, choking as it filled his throat. Dropping down, his weight in Tig's back, he slipped a knife from his belt and held it tight to his throat.

"You hurt my daughter," he snarled, his voice low and threatening. Tig felt himself gulping, she was a little fucking rat.

"No," Tig stammered quickly. "She wanted to. She fucking begged me."

Nero wasn't listening, there was no way in hell he would trust this asshole over Nina. He pressed the blade roughly to Tig's throat, satisfied to feel warm, sticky blood on his fingers in that instance.

"Stop!"

It wasn't Gemma who objected this time, it was Jax. Nero looked up and took to his feet, grabbing the bat in his hands and holding it firm.

"Stop?" Nero's eyes narrowed. "I bet she said that too, right, mano? And you just ignored that?"

Jax shook his head. "I don't know what you're talking about but whatever it is? You need to calm the fuck down, this isn't the place."

"He attacked my Nina!" Nero barked in rage. "He raped her, Jax. Like a fucking animal."

Jax looked at Tig, but Tig was shaking his head as he scrambled up and moved towards his president for protection.

"I swear, man, I didn't, she wanted to." His eyes were pleading, he was not going to die at the fury of an angry Dad, there was no glory in that.

"She tell you that?" Jax asked, studying Nero for a moment. Nero wiped the sweat from his brow and nodded before, evenly, Jax murmured, "It's her word against his."

"Are you calling my girl a liar, ese?" Nero asked, swinging the bat casually in his hands. Jax swallowed, he was committed.

"If the boot fits. I don't know your kid but I know my men."

Nero lost it. All he wanted to do was shred Tig but the guys on the lot had tightened their flanks to protect him. Instead, he started his way through the row of ready-to-go vehicles, jumping up onto the bonnet and destroying car after car after car. Jax watched him for a moment before jogging in to try and intercept him.

"Come on, man, what the hell are you doing? You're costing me a lot of shit." He snatched the baseball bat from Nero's hands and used it to back him down off the cars. He looked at the damage and shook his head. "You know what the insurance on this lot is?"

"I don't know, about the same as you tried to rip my girls off?" Nero snapped. "Guess we're even."

Jax dropped the bat and shoved Nero's chest roughly. Nero wound his fingers into Jax's hair and slammed his face into the Cadillac, breaking his nose and leaving his face caked in blood before he stepped back as Gemma forced her way between them.

"Both of you, stop it." She put a hand on Nero's chest, willing him to stop with her eyes. She could feel his heart racing beneath her palm, it filled her with a nervous energy. "This isn't going to resolve anything."

"That piece of shit dead will," Nero muttered, pointing to Tig as he pressed a rag against his throat to stem the bleeding. Clay moved defensively in front of him, shielding him from view. "He doesn't deserve to live. We do our shit in this business but we have honour amongst ourselves." He shook his head. "We used to, anyway."

Jax tried to regain his sense of calm. "Just pay for the damage to the cars and this is all over," he said coolly. Nero laughed.

"I ain't giving you shit, Teller." His eyes narrowed. "This, uh, business? We got going? It's done, completely done. My lawyer, he'll bring up papers tonight, buy out your share of Diosa. I'm not staying in bed with a liar."

Bobby's face fell and he gripped Jax's arm. "He can't, we need that income. Lump sum'll cause a lot of problems, it's the long term cash flow we need."

Jax shook his head. "He'll calm down," he said before looking at Nero. "You need our Cara Cara girls."

"I don't need shit from you," Nero muttered. "You, us, this?" He gestured between them. "It's done, it was all done when he touched her. I told you that but you didn't think. You never think."

He retreated to his car and slipped into the driver's seat. Jax stood, his hands on the back of his head as he watched him turning to leave.

"Fucking Christ," he muttered as he started to breathe out as Nero moved to leave. He turned his back to start examining the damage to the cars in the garage when an explosive set of shots caught his attention. Nero was leaning out of his car window with a semi-automatic, laying round after round into the row of Harleys as he left. As Clay, Jax and Rat hurtled towards the line, Nero slammed his foot on the gas and screamed out of the lot. For now, at least, he felt better.