Two of the three composed themselves before heading back out to the main room of the clubhouse. Mina sat next to Molly who asked if she was alright. She nodded as her eyes rested on Tig, who stood at the bar drinking with the rest of his brothers, laughing, seemingly without a care in the world. Mina thought about how all of this was supposed to go down and how she would tell Tig. And what would Molly think now that she had also uprooted her entire life, and her daughter, to be here. It had to work, right? This had to be the right thing to do. She felt awful enough about the whole Damien situation and now, Quint? She knew they weren't entirely sure but every fiber in her being said it was Quint who was causing the trouble; his truck gave it away.

Tig stood at the bar laughing with Hap and Opie about something. He knew it was funny, but was distracted by the look Mina had given him. He didn't know what was up but something didn't feel right about it. He squinted at her to ask what was wrong and she smiled and shrugged. Tig knew she was lying, but he decided not to question it. He had work to do on the job, plus the club had some regular business to attend to. They had recently acquired some business in the porn industry so, naturally, his personal dowsing rod pointed him to Caracara. But, he'd catch up with Mina later, either to talk it out or work out the tension he could feel beginning to gather in his loins.

…

It was in the evening when Mina went back to her home alone. She hadn't said goodbye to anyone, save for Bobby and Jax, and she really didn't intend to.

Molly and Penelope would be happier here and the two had the best protection, Mina knew they'd be ok. As for her other friends, they'd said goodbye more often and to people they knew way better than she, so she knew they'd get over it. Bobby was different, he was family.

Mina's mind drifted to Tig as she turned the corner of her street. He'd be furious, but he wouldn't leave his brothers. She remembered him talking about how he had two daughters, and he hardly ever saw them. He'd be ok without Mina; he, like the rest of his brothers, would get over it. She wasn't sure she'd ever really be over him, but they say time heals all wounds. As reluctant as she was to test that theory, she knew that it was for the best.

She also knew that, when she walked into the door of her home, that HE'd be waiting for her.

She almost expected it.

"Quint."

…

"How'd you find me," she asked him in almost a whisper.

"Followed my heart," he said from the chair across the room. The only light coming from the windows, dusk vastly approaching.

"Why," She fought back tears and anger as her words spewed like venom.

"You're running with trouble, Princess. I intend to save you."

"You don't know what you're talking about, Quint," she said boldly before physically cowering as Quint stood up to walk towards her like a charging bull, his nostrils flared as he breathed.

"I know you're a goddamn liar," he said before turning away from her, his voice trembling with hurt. "You promised me," he shouted causing Mina to flinch. Quint turned to her again. "You promised you'd wait. I waited for you. I did some dumb shit, but you were always there. Your voice, your scent," Quint caressed Mina's face. "Kept me going. Who knew you'd change."

"What do you mean?"

"I didn't think you'd become some biker-loving whore, for one" Mina let his words wash over her as she thought of the break-in. It was him, she was sure of it now. "There was talk in Chicago, you'd run to some biker gang. Not Mina, I thought but I tracked you down and I find you here. And not only that, you're fucking one of them?!"

"You've been spying on me?"

"What was I supposed to do, Min? I got out of Cook County only to find you packed your shit and left me,...left us."

"There was NEVER an 'us,' Quint."

"Oh no," Quint asked as he pulled the crumpled picture from his chest pocket and shoved it in her face, pushing her against the wall in the process. "What's this then, Huh?" She looked at the crumpled photo on the floor. She picked up and looked at it as Quint spoke. "That night, at the bonfire. I told you you were beautiful and you put your head right here and I said," Quint brought his face to her ear and whispered, "Would you be mine?" Mina traveled back to that time in her mind and what was once nonsensical whispering became clear as day and she nodded just like she had then. "See? You promised."

He opened his shirt further to show her the shamrock tattoo on his chest that matched hers on her wrist. "This," and he grabbed Mina's hand to touch his chest, "this is real. Do you feel what beats under it? DO YOU FEEL IT?" Mina began to cry as she nodded, cowering. She couldn't even look him in the face.

"My heart beats for you, Min. Since that night, only you."

"Quint, we were kids. There was never an u-"but before Mina could finish, Quint slapped her to the ground. Mina covered her face to him as he bent down mumbling apologies. While he was down, Mina punched him in the face as hard as he could and ran to the steps. As she passed him, Quint grabbed her ankle and pulled her to him, causing her to hit her jaw on the floor and biting her tongue. She screamed as Quint successfully pinned her to the floor.

"Fine, you don't wanna play nice, we'll play it your way," Quint said as he placed his knees on her upper arms, the pain shooting to her core. She pleaded with him to get off of her, but it was no use. "I tried to be nice," he said as he pulled his belt off, "So much pain, and waiting," Quint pulled his shirt off completely before tugging at hers. Mina kept shouting "no" while doing everything she could to get him off her but years of working out while him prison made him much stronger than her. Quint slapped her but Mina continued to kick until she could feel the circulation in her arms cutting off making the fight harder.

As she lay there, Mina watched a light from her purse flashes on and off. She knew who was calling and there was nothing she could do. She looked to Quint, losing all control of the tears flowing from her eyes as he continued to assault her.

….

"She's not picking up," Tig said closing the prepaid and placing it in his breast pocket. He turned back to Hap and Juice who watched Luanne give direction to the two scantily clad nurses in front of the camera as they massaged the patient's erect penis.

"Hey," Tig said as he nudged Juice in the arm, "You know why Mina wouldn't be answering?"

"No. I thought she was at the clubhouse," Juice said in a robotic voice, not looking away from the screen. Tig sighed and called Jax but he, too, didn't answer his phone. Tig began to become agitated. This isn't like them to not answer. He called Bobby.

"Yep," Bobby answered nonchalantly

"Bobby, where's your niece?"

"She's...she ain't here, Tig."

"What do you mean she's not there. Where is she?"

"You sitting down," Bobby asked as Tig waited for him spill.

…..

The phone stopped flashing. Before he could get her pants down, or his for that matter, Quint knew he'd have to get off her. "Hey, Princess," he caressed her face again only to be bitten by Mina. He slapped her again, harder than before. This caused her to cry out and Quint grabbed her face roughly between his calloused hand. "HEY," he shouted. "If you move, I will fucking kill you. Do you understand me? If I can't have you, no one will so if you wanna live, I suggest you not move, got it?" Mina nodded as he stood up.

Regaining a bit of feel back in her arm, she reached into her pocket and grabbed the switchblade Jax had given her early after she and Bobby talked. Mina popped it open and stabbed Quint in the leg causing him to roar in pain.

"JAX," Mina screamed and Jax busted through the front door lunging at Quint. As the two of them fought, Mina scrambled to her purse. She grabbed something and turned around momentarily. She watched Quint pulled the blade from his leg and stab it into Jax's torso. Mina screamed as Jax fell to the floor and Quint turned towards her. Using the object she pulled out of her purse, she fired and Quint fell.

….

Hap followed Tig out to his bike. "What happened,man?"

"Just stay here," He said as he placed his helmet on his head and revved the engine of his bike. Tig sped away in the direction of Mina's house. He was angry and he was hurt, and like a match to gasoline, Tig felt like he was going to explode.

….

Mina stared at him of the smoking barrel of the gun. She managed to get Quint in the knee cap and watched as he slowly reached for his knee. As he examined the damage, Quint screamed in pain and anger. Mina stood up, gun still pointed at him. She huffed through flared nostrils as she watched him writhe in pain. Quint stopped screaming and looked up at his princess, "you promised." Mina could hear the sound of a bike coming down her street. Bobby must've told him. Mina didn't break eye contact with Quint as the bike turned up the driveway. Mina smirked as she heard Tig reach the doorway. "Hey baby," she said looking down at Quint.

"Hey," Tig said trying his best to comprehend exactly what he was seeing. He went to move towards Mina.

"Stop," she said and Tig did.

"You fuck-fucking bitch. You p-YOU PROMISED" Quint shouted from the ground.

"Quint. For the last fucking time," and she cocked the gun.

"There" BANG

"Was" BANG

"Never" BANG

"An" BANG

US" BANG BANG

Mina stood there in silence as Tig walked past her to check on Jax, would was able to push himself up. "I'm good," he whispered to Tig but not breaking eye contact with Mina. Tig lifted his brother up and the two men stopped to look at Mina who dropped the gun and let out a sigh. Turning to the two men, her face changed realizing what had just happened.

"Are you ok?" Jax asked and she nodded.

"Are you," she asked as she moved towards him.

"Yeah," he said as he directed Tig to take him to the kitchen to sit on a chair, Mina became his other anchor. The two managed to plop him on a chair before Jax pulled out a cigarette and lit it. "Tara is on her way, so's Hap and some prospects to take out the trash." He took a drag of his cigarette before Mina sat across from him. "Mina, you know it was either this or-"

"I know, Jax."

"I was hoping you were gonna call out sooner, but you held your own kid. You did good."

"Yeah," Mina said. Tig had left the room to see if their expected guests had arrived yet.

"What do I tell him?"

"Whatever you want. You don't have anymore shit we should be worried about, do you," Jax asked with a smirk.

"No."

"Well, then tell 'em what we came up with. You were gonna leave, I came to escort you, we were attacked, and he got the best of me and you took him out. I've talked to Bobby and Gemma and they've relayed all this to Clay. Now you can stay and-"

"Happy ever after," Mina said to him but was interrupted by Tara, Tig, Hap, and two prospects entering the kitchen.

"Well, I wouldn't go that far," Jax said before turning his attention to Tara. Tig came over to Mina and pulled her onto the back porch, partially to give Tara a space to operate and remove Mina from the scene, but also to confront her. Tig pointed to the couch on the porch indicating Mina to sit. She followed and he began to pace. It had only been a few seconds of silence but, to Mina, it felt like an eternity.

"Tig-"

"SHH," he said as he continued to pace. He stopped and rubbed his eyes as if it would help him understand the whole situation. "I'm having a moment, Mina."

"Wh-"

"Well, my President wants my old lady to leave and her uncle tells me you concocted some plan to draw this fucking neo-nazi looking ex-boyfriend to OUR house where he roughs you up and when I finally get invited to this party, I watch you murder him in cold blood."

"Tig, I-"

"No, Mina," he said and it got really quiet.

"I'm trying to decide if I should go kill them or fuck the hell out of you," he said before turning his gaze back to her. There was that maniacal twinkle in his eyes that she fell in love with what seemed like so long ago. Tig smirked as Mina stood and sauntered to him. When she was within reach, Tig placed his hand under her chin and lifted it towards the only light source, the street lights. He could see dried blood around her mouth and her cheek turning a hue of purple. "Oh baby," he said as he gently inspected her face, "well if you hadn't killed him, I would've."

"I'm ok, Tig, really," and she placed her arms around his middle. He placed his arms around her and the two stood there in an embrace, no fear or anger any longer. "C'mon," Tig said as he patted her butt and directed her towards the kitchen so Tara could tend to her wounds.