So, I'm thinking 2 more chapters? Should I write another? Gimme your feedback!

Chapter 15

Clay, Jax, Opie, Tig, and Juice were parked in an SUV at a vacant gas station across the way from where the two homes lay. Luckily for them, the Outlanders, probably thinking the Sons would never catch on or be destroyed before they found out the location, placed their kitchens right next to each other in a rural neighborhood on the outskirts of Charming.

It was after 10 when the first of the cooker's arrived; the last of them showing up around 10:30. The Sons knew the houses would be armed, and the guarding Outlanders were no match for the silencer-ridden guns of the Sons. Not leaving any room to ask questions, Clay gave Opie the order to flip the switch, which caused a duel explosion. Sitting in the shadows of the once thriving gas station, the boys stared at the fires like children at a fireworks display, complete with "ooo's" and "ahhs." The windows reflected the bright shades of yellows, oranges, and ambers which flowed into massive clouds of thick, gray ash. "So Goddamn beautiful," Tig announced to no one in particular. With a grin, Clay smiled and started the SUV taking the Sons and their victory back to the Teller-Morrow garage.

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He was, of all things, reading when his phone, and the sound of Chibs', startled him. Damien wasn't a reader, but he needed something to focus on besides his possible impending doom. He didn't know why, but he could sense something wasn't right. Considering the President, VP, and Sgt at Arms were AWOL, he assumed the worst and worried. His head spun, his palms were sweaty, and he felt sick. These feelings only intensified when his pre-paid rang. Looking to the screen, he recognized the number and felt his meal from early approach the back of his throat. He'd only been scared of one man, ever, and here he was phoning him.

Frost's voice was raspy and blunt. "You stupid son of a bitch, do you know where your loyalties lie?"

Damien stared wide-eyed as Chibs' hung up his own phone. Smacking Damien's knee, he announced,

"Church in 15. Go tell Bobby."

…

"Lil Lisa Marie, you know you don't have to do this. You don't have to leave Charming." Bobby sat on the bed and messed with one of the loose strings coming off of the blanket. He suddenly looked up at Mina, who wasn't looking back at him for she was packing.

"I do, I-" Mina stopped herself mid-sentence. She wanted to tell Bobby so badly about what Damien had said; how he had threatened her friends' life, but she didn't want anymore bloodshed. Trying her best to remain calm and hold in her tears, Mina immediately looked down and tried to continue focusing on her packing.

"Mina, if I beat the hell out of Tig, I mean kick the fucking shit outta that hooked nosed, greasy fuck-would you stay? Please, please don't throw all of this away because of him."

"Bobby, if he can't trust me, how can I trust him? I get it-you're bikers. You drink and smoke and fuck and, maybe I'm the moron getting involved in the first place, but Goddammit, I'm not one of those fucking sluts that prance through this place to be pecked to pieces by fucks like Tig. I didn't pick up my life and move here for that purpose, and yet, here I am. So now I find myself feeling used and vulnerable-and I don't like being either."

"Baby girl, Tig could've went straight to Clay. If he would've told him before they had talked to Otto, what do you think would've happened? Instead, Tig found me, and he told me he loved you and that was AFTER I punched him to the ground." Mina stood there for a moment to take in what Bobby was saying to her, which is seemingly what everyone had been saying to her. Tig cared for her and she had cared for Tig, and perhaps all this nonsense could've been avoided had they been adults and discussed this with one another as opposed to blowing up in his face every chance she got. Like life, however, this was complicated and, much to her dismay, she seemingly caused it. Bobby's voice had broke her concentration.

"Mina, loyalties,...real ones...are either a rare thing or go to the highest payer. Shit, I can count the number of friends I have one hand."

Mina snorted, "Bullshit! You guys have chapters of brothers all over-"

"You don't get it. In this life, your friendships can be bought. I gotta live with my hand on my gun at all times, because there's a lot of fucking people I don't trust-be they brother or not. I trusted Heinz, I never ever felt sketchy around him. Same goes with some of the guys here, and you and Molly."

"So, you saying you trust Tig or you don't?"

"Tig is fucking crazy, I agree with you on that, and you know, I'd be lying if I said the thought of you two together didn't frighten and piss me off to no end," Mina had taken a seat on the bed next to Bobby. His hand covered hers almost entirely as it had always done, which brought Mina back to childhood. "You know, Mina, you're a lot like him. Not entirely mind you, and you're much prettier than he his, but, you know, you're safe with Tig. And as long as he's got you, you'll ground him, I think. So do I trust him? Yeah, and a helluva a lot more than any of the other guys here. Though, I must admit, I thought you were into the pretty boys. I figured I'd have to keep you away from Jax."

"Jax? Please, pretty boys went out with the Backstreet Boys."

"The what?"

"Nevermind." Mina leaned into Bobby's chest and hugged him as he placed his massive arms around her. He was right, she was safe. That was until she caught a glimpse of Damien standing in the doorway. She felt like she swallowed a softball as the lump in her throat began to swell. Her eyes widened as Bobby pulled way but before he could see her face, Damien spoke. "Hey, Uh, Juice said we got church as soon as the guys get back." Bobby nodded and patted Mina on the upper arm before leaving the room. As Bobby passed him, Damien stood in the doorway staring at Mina. "You tell them tonight." He smiled at her as Mina felt her knees buckle. He had already left before she crashed to the floor and sobbed.

This was it, she thought to herself. She composed herself long enough to pull out the mini pad of paper and a pen. She wrote out a last will and left it on top of her things. She couldn't help but feel in a haze-she didn't know who to believe and she didn't want to hurt anyone. She knew she needed to tell the Sons because she needed to protect her friends, but what if they took it out on Bobby?

She could hear the ruckus in the front part of the club house as the boys entered. She placed her hand on the paper one last time and waited a bit before making her announcement.

….

As Mina stood outside the door, she could hear the excitement of a job well done. She could hear Jax give praise to his best friend and Tig recalled how the events unfolded. She assumed Damien was waiting, as she couldn't hear his voice out of all of them. She was right. On the opposite side of the door in the room in question, Damien sat staring back and forth from the group to the door. His palms were sweating and his patience wore thin. He was about to speak when there was a knock at the door. "Listen!" Damien shouted, which cause the group to silence up quickly. The knock came again, and Damien grinned from ear to ear. Clay looked to Tig as he nodded towards the door. Following the silent commands, Tig rose from his seat, reached the door, and opened it to a familiar face.

"Yeah?"

"Um, hi."

"Hi." She noticed Tig was short with her, he had every right to be.

"I need to tell them something." Mina noticed Tig jut his hip out like a woman.

"Well, can I take a message?"

"No, I-" but Mina was interrupted by Clay's booming voice. "What does she want?" His voice caused Mina to cower, but Tig simply rolled his eyes before shutting them and answering, "She says she has something to say."

"Maybe we should hear what she has to say," Damien said, and was immediately shut down by the looks from Chibs and Happy. Damien shrugged as Clay told Tig to let her in and Damien became giddy like a school girl. Finally, he'd get out, and Frost wouldn't kill him.

Mina stepped in and swallowed hard as the guys starred at her in curiosity. Bobby looked confused and waited for Mina to speak. She saw Tig sit back down and moved her gave around the room. She felt so uncomfortable and fearful, so it was no wonder her body jumped when Clay asked, "well?"

"I, I know who the rat is." Her voice was quiet as a mouse, but they all heard her. Jax immediately looked to Clay and then back to Mina.

"Yeah? Who is it?" Clay and Damien both leaned in on the table waiting for Mina to answer. Bobby shook his head hoping she wouldn't say what he feared she was about to say.

"Me."

Damien sat back proudly in his seat as the group went into a tizzy. Bobby shouted, "NO," as Jax and Tig both turned to Clay to see his next move. Clay, who arguably had the best poker face imaginable, maintained his gaze at Mina and asked, "Why?"

She felt tears stream down her face as she began her bullshit story. "The Outlanders threatened my family back home...they, they have a chapter out there and they said if I didn't help-If I didn't push,...the tattoo shop was a botch drug deal. I didn't wanna hurt anyone, but, I-" Tears continued to fall down her face, but Mina stood with her head held high and her gaze locked with Clay. She watched him stand up and walk towards her. She could hear Damien at her side as he said, "Looks like it was the girl after all." His voice was syrupy and the very sound of it made Mina want to stab him repeatedly. But she did not give in and look; instead she stared Clay down as he approached her, gavel in hand.

He had finally reached her and spoke slowly. "So, you're the rat, huh?" Mina nodded as he continued, "You know what we do with rats, don't you?" Mina finally closed her eyes and nodded. "Then you know what's coming, don't you?" Clay had practically whispered this in her ear. She could feel the heat of his breath which only increased her fear. She heard a small chuckle escape him as he grinned.

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Molly placed Penelope in the bed as she was asleep. She noticed the bag of Mina's things and a piece of paper with writing on top of it. Thinking she could help, for perhaps this was a to-do list, Molly picked it up and looked it over. "To Whom it May Concern," was how it started. Immediately, Molly wanted to put it away and forget she ever saw it, but something told her to keep reading.

"To Whom it May Concern,

My name is Williamina "Mina" Iver, and here are my final wishes.

I do not have much, but I would hope that the things I do have could be sold and the funds be split between my two dearest friends, Robert Munson and Molly Oakwood. Whatever isn't sold, can be donated, but only after everyone has rummaged through it.

I know this is not typical of wills, but then again, this isn't a typical will. Anyway, I would hope that the following message be told to Alex Trager, otherwise known as Tig.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry for being a bitch, and I'm sorry for not saying I love you enough. I ask you protect Molly and Penelope as you would have me.

I hear the voices of my friends in the other room, so my time grows short. The time spent her, albeit turbulent at times, was a happy time for me. And though I may disagree, it is clear it is my time.

Signed,

Williamina Ivers

06-20-2012"

Molly looked up from her paper to the bed. She saw Penelope asleep and the pile of luggage and immediately ran out of the room.

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The next thing she felt hurt, but not as much as she thought. As she lay on the ground, the sound of the gavel hitting Damien's face repeatedly sent a feeling of relief through her body. He knew, she thought, he knew it wasn't her-thank God. Tig and Bobby immediately swooped her upright and had turned to bring her out of the room when they ran directly into Molly.

"MINA!"