Chapter 6 – Her Boys

My first ever club party was… eventful to say the least.

Over the week we had managed to get all 9 of the clients on board with the Sons on Anarchy. Jax had done a great job of making it sound like they were getting the benefit, not us. At no point had we mentioned the Warrens or the plan to run them out of town. I explicitly told him not to mention that he was doing deals with other people, we didn't want them talking to each other and realising they were all paying something different. He did really well and I was proud of him. Clay was also proud, in his own way, and told us over dinner one evening that he was shaping up to be a good leader and I couldn't help but agree.

It was that Friday after the last deal had been made that the celebration took place. I had borrowed an old dress of Gemma's that was short, low cut and clung to my body in just the right ways. I looked really good, if I do say so myself. I wore my hair in a long, messy fishtail braid that fell down my back to my hips. It felt good to dress up like this finally. I used to go out almost every night so going from that to nothing felt almost stifling. Gemma said that we should go in a bit later than everybody else to make an entrance.

"We need to give the princess a big, dramatic debut, right?" she had told me earlier that day as we were picking out outfits.

"Princess? I'm a little old to be called a princess aren't I?" I scoffed as I picked out the dress.

"Why? Darlin' that's what you are to them. Clay is their king and you, as his daughter, are their princess."

"I don't think I like that," I said and wrinkled my nose as I thought of what Nikolai said before he left.

"Get used to it Vee, you'll be hearing a lot of it."

As soon as I walked into the bar I finally understood what it meant to be biker royalty, for lack of a better term. Gemma had linked my arm with hers as we walked over to meet Clay and Jax where they sat with Opie and Bobby. Eyes followed us and I tried to remain confident but the wolf whistle I received from Jax helped.

"Man," he said as he pulled away from kissing my cheek, "if you weren't my cousin…"

"You're disgusting!" I laughed and sat next to Opie who handed me a drink.

I looked around the room, just taking in the atmosphere and watching the people. There were girls in dresses even more revealing than mine, if that was even possible. They were called Crow Eaters, I learned. They were girls that hung around the SAMCRO guys offering sex or company or just whatever the guys asked. It wasn't how I would want to live my life but I definitely didn't judge them for it, they were grown women; they could do what they wanted. I mean, I had been in that position a couple of times in my life too. They clung to certain members. I noticed Tig was particularly popular with them and cute little Juice too. Sat with them, on his own, was Chibs. He had been talking to Tig but it was almost like he had felt my gaze; he turned around to look at me and raised his glass of whiskey to me with a nod. I waved slightly and smiled but internally I was horrendously embarrassed I had been caught staring at him. Suddenly, both of my wrists had been grabbed by Jax and Opie as they dragged me to the middle of the floor.

"What the fuck?!" I exclaimed and they laughed.

"Come on Vee," Opie said with a grin, "we need to dance."

"Like when we were kids, do you remember?" Jax asked and started dad dancing.

They stood dancing around me and I put my head in my hands before finally caving in and dancing with them. I didn't do sexy dancing, my sense of rhythm wasn't up to it, but I flailed around goofily with them. I don't think I had ever laughed so much in my life as we whirled around each other, drawing attention to ourselves but not caring in the slightest. I couldn't remember a time that I felt so care free; in that moment I wasn't thinking about the death of my best friend or the parents I felt never loved me. I didn't think for a second about the Warrens and everything Clay had told me over dinner that night. It felt amazing.

Once the song on the jukebox changed I stopped dancing and looked up at my friends with a huge, genuine smile. They laughed and hugged me tightly.

"Careful of my lipstick!" I cried but hugged them back just as hard.

"It's so good to have you back Vee," Opie said with a warm smile, "we missed you."

"It- it's good to be back," I stuttered out, voicing what I had been thinking all week.

I made my way back over to Gemma and Clay, out of breath and hot. I was thankful of the cold glass of wine when I got back to the table, drinking it down quickly. Clay smiled at me and put his arm around Gemma, squeezing her slightly as they both looked at me with amused expressions. While I chatted to them people kept coming over and introducing themselves to me.

"Hey," a red headed girl chimed as she approached with two other girls.

I stood to meet them and held out my hand for her to shake but she knocked it away to give me a hug. I laughed and hugged her back.

"I'm Kimbra," she said before pointing to the girl on her left then on her right, "this is Cinnamon and Livia."

"Vivania," I greeted, "it's nice to meet you, all of you."

"We know who you are, silly! We just wanted to come and say hi!"

"Sorry, I guess news travels fast around here, huh?"

"Understatement of the century! Charming is a small town, everyone has heard of the SAMCRO princess coming home. We wanted to let you know that whenever you get sick of hanging out with men and stuff you should give us a call! We can go shopping, out for lunch, partying… just whatever."

"That would be really nice, actually."

They seemed like genuinely friendly girls, unlike a lot of the Crow Eaters who were mostly unnecessarily bitchy and rude but in a snide kind of way. They were nice in front of Gemma, Jax and Clay but you could read it in their eyes and in their tone of voice. I could be bitchy too; I let them know that subtly.

"I think your boys are feeling left out," Gemma joked as we stood at the bar.

My boys were Tig, Juice and Chibs. This had started when I left lipstick marks on their cheeks and said that that would be how the other girls would know they were mine. It was a joke but then it stuck and now that's just how my family started referring to them.

"You don't mind if I go and speak to them?" I asked her as I looked over my shoulder at them.

"You've been mingling with people all night, go and have some fun."

I smiled and gave her a side hug and a quick kiss before skipping off to my boys with my drink in hand. When I got to their table they all looked away from me and my face fell.

"Guys?" I asked quietly.

They were ignoring me.

"Come on!"

"Now you talk to us, the party is nearly over!" Juice shouted over the booming music and loud shouts of enjoyment from the other party goers.

"I," I put a hand to my chest and looked between them with wide eyes, "have been mingling!"

"No, we get it, don't worry."

"Stop!"

I slid into the booth and leant over Chibs to kiss Juice on his cheek, leaving a red lipstick mark. I knew I was immediately forgiven when he looked at me with those cheerful eyes of his and grinned. Once I had Juice back on my side the other two followed and started talking to me again.

"Why do you have to do this to me, Vee?" Tig groaned, "I can't even concentrate on the other girls in here! I just want to-"

"Down boy," Chibs laughed something that was quickly becoming his catchphrase towards Tig.

I just smirked at him over my wine glass. My favourite thing to do was to get Tig wound up. It was so easy and I just couldn't help myself.

I was laughing at something that Chibs had told me about one of Tig's various encounters when a blonde girl came over to the table. I hadn't met her, I don't think, although by this time I had had a decent amount to drink and wasn't thinking as straight as I could have been. She just stood at the top of the table with her arms folded, hip jutting to the side and tapping her foot.

"Hey Baby," Tig cooed to her and patted his knee.

She blatantly ignored him and flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder. She was giving me one of the most evil looks I had ever had directed at me. Not the most evil but definitely in my top 10.

"Can I help?" I asked with a polite smile, mildly annoyed that she had interrupted our conversation.

"You think you're such hot shit, don't you?" her voice was shrill and forced.

"I do in this dress," I chuckled and stood up to show her, still holding my drink in my left hand.

Her pretty blue eyes narrowed at me and she sneered a laugh back at me. I realised that she was not here to make friends. I noticed that when I stood up, so had my boys and she was looking between them and me warily. Gemma and Clay were also looking my way. This was going to turn into a catfight if I wasn't careful, I thought. There hadn't been one all night and Gemma had told me there was always at least one during the party and the guys seemed to enjoy and anticipate them. I wasn't much of a fighter but I could hold my own if worst came to worst.

"Who do you think you are? You have been hogging these guys all night, the other girls don't even

want to come near this table." She said, still in that forced tone of voice.

"I'm not stopping them. They can come over if they want. I know Tig has been gagging for some action all night," I said and gestured behind me, I was worried he would be offended then realised who I was talking about and the worry went away.

"You need to leave."

"You're just jealous that they actually like me for who I am, not just because I suck their dicks for free." I laughed; drawing more attention to what was happening over at the table.

I heard a surprised laugh come from Juice and I smiled.

"At least I don't make them pay me. I heard you've been paid for sex," she looked smug and poked me in the shoulder with her cheap looking acrylic nail.

I leant back on the table and put my wine glass down before resting my hands behind me.

"Well," I shrugged, "you know what they say; if you're good at something you should never do it for free."

I smirked when her mouth opened and closed wordlessly. Chibs had come to stand beside me now, but didn't say anything. i stood back up and folded my arms across my chest and raised my eyebrows; waiting, waiting… waiting for a response from her but there was nothing. I was about to tell her how bored I was with our conversation when she finally got a brain and responded.

"You don't want to cross me," she said and put her hand on her jutted out hip, "I'm dangerous."

I snickered at her weak ass response and stepped towards her, enjoying the fact that she seemed decently threatened by me and took a couple of steps back.

"And you think I'm not?"

"Oh please, honey, you're new to this. Leave pleasing the club to the experts. They don't want to talk; they don't want to pay for sex. Just please them and leave."

"Wait. Wait. Wait. What do you think I am?" I asked her as I tilted my head to one side.

I had walked towards her and she was still walking backwards but I stopped us in the middle of the bar for maximum attention. If they wanted something to watch then I was going to give it to them. This would either be a wonderful victory and I would prove that Clay Morrow's daughter was as tough as him, or I would look like a complete idiot. It could really only go one of two ways. I put my hands on my hips as I studied her. I had realised immediately that she thought that I was a Crow Eater. I wasn't offended, like I said they made their own decisions and there's nothing wrong with what they were doing, but I wasn't a Crow Eater.

"You're the new girl, right?" her voice had gone even higher at the end.

She had obviously realised too late that she had made a mistake. Her eyes flickered around the room nervously at our growing audience. I almost felt sorry for her. Almost.

"No, sweetheart," I shook my head at her, my voice going more and more British the more I spoke to her, "I'm not one of your girls. I'm their girl. I am Vivania Teller-Morrow. I'm Clay's daughter."

She did her dead fish impression again.

"You used all of your vocabulary already?"

She clearly decided that she wasn't going down without a fight, even if she had picked a fight with the wrong girl, she wasn't going to lie down and apologise. This was evident by the glass of beer that was thrown in my face. I shut my eyes tightly against the attack and let out a breath of laughter in disbelief. I guess she did have a set of balls after all. I looked back up at her with a smile. This is what I wanted just a bit of fun. She suddenly looked scared.

"Filip, darling," I said and turned to him, "may I borrow this? Thank you."

I took his whiskey glass from his hands, walked up to her and pulled out the top of her spandex dress before tipping the alcohol and ice down her front. I let go of the dress and it pinged back so the ice hit the sensitive skin of her chest and stomach fast. She gasped loudly and staggered back in shock. The fire in her eyes made me step back once but when she shrieked and charged at me, with her hands out in a motion that looked like she was going to strangle me, I stepped to the side last minute. I stuck my foot out so that she went flying to the ground like a sack of shit.

There was a collective 'oof' from the people in the bar as she fell to the ground. I had almost tripped backwards over my heels when she hit my foot but Chibs had stepped behind me so that my back had collided with his chest instead of the hard wooden floor. I was acutely aware of his warm hands on my bare shoulders and his thumbs moving softly over the skin at the nape of my neck.

I blamed my hitched breathing on the excitement of the fight and definitely not on his hands working small gentle circles in my skin and his soft breathing on my neck or the fact that he was closer to me than he had ever been before.

"Honey, the only person you are a danger too, is yourself so take your $2 hair extensions and black market nose job and get out. You're not impressing anybody and you've made us both look stupid."

She staggered to her feet and looked like she was going to come at me again but noticed Chibs stood so close to me and thought better of it. She opened her mouth to speak but I cut her off, I wasn't having fun anymore, I was just getting annoyed.

"You picked a fight. You lost. Get over it and leave before you get a 6 inch stiletto heel through those sandbags you call tits."

The audience I had gathered was still until the doors closed behind her. When she had finally left everybody erupted in laughter and cheers, congratulating me for winning my first fight, telling me that anyone will think twice about picking a fight with me. I laughed with them and thanked everybody.

His hands were still on my shoulders. Once everyone had turned back to what they were doing I looked up at him and saw that he was already looking down at me with a slight smile on his face an humour in his dark eyes.

"I owe you a drink," I said quietly, suddenly nervous, "I spilled yours."

I went to step away but his hands slipped from my shoulders to my upper arms and then to down to the inside of my elbows. He let me go so far then pulled me back by my arms against his chest. My breathing hitched and I prayed he wouldn't notice my heart speed up.

"You give me your mark and well call it even," he murmured into my ear in a voice that made a shiver go down my spine.

I turned my head and went to lift my hand to his face but he held my arms firmly to his stomach and bent down so his face was next to mine. I pressed my lips to his cheek, leaving the lipstick mark that was becoming like a patch of its own. After I had kissed him, he didn't move away and I didn't turn my head back. I let my lips graze over his skin as I spoke again.

"I guess I just won my first fight, huh?" I asked him, trying so desperately to ignore my rapidly beating heart and keep my voice at a reasonable level but failing miserably to stop the blush that was creeping up my neck.

"Wiped the fucking floor with her. I guess you're not the sweet girl you make yourself out to be."

"I never said I was a good girl." I lowered my voice to the same almost seductive tone that his was at, "but I still feel bad about throwing your drink down her dress. Come on."

This time when I went to move away from him he let me. I was thankful that he let me go; I was worried I was going to do something stupid of he hadn't. I looked down at my arms as I walked to the bar and saw faint pink marks where he had held me but they were fading. He had never been like that with me before.

Obviously he had touched me but I had never had that reaction before. The past few times he had touched me I felt safe and comforted but there was something about how he spoke that affected me. I wondered what I had done that made him like that. Perhaps it was my verbal joust with that girl, or maybe it was this dress. It could also be because he was drunk and his inhibitions had lowered. Most likely the latter.

He did as he was told and followed behind me to the bar. People moved out of my way as I made my way through the crowd. Some people, including Kimbra and her friends, patted me on the shoulder with cheerful drunk faces.

At the bar, I got served immediately and the lady serving gave me the drinks on the house. I could get used to this kind of treatment; perhaps I should win fights more often. I stood sipping my drink with Chibs as we watched the party carry on. Tig had finally got some girls to go over to him, one of them was Livia. He was about to burst when 'Cindi-Jo' had come over, bless him.

"You might want to take that off your face if you want some action," I said to Chibs and pointed at Juice desperately trying to get the lipstick off of his face.

"Not feeling it tonight," he replied with a shrug, "I don't feel like I can leave you alone now. You might chase out all of the Crow Eaters."

I laughed and he looked back down at me. He might not have been feeling it but I definitely was, especially after his little stunt. Christ I'm so sexually frustrated. Thankfully, Clay came over to me at just the right time because I was about to tell Chibs I was getting horny, drunk Vivania seemed to like oversharing.

"Proud of you Pumpkin," Clay said gently and gave me an awkward side hug that I returned just as awkwardly.

"Thanks Clay. I knew girls like that back at school, you just have to handle them carefully."

"I wanted to give you this earlier but you disappeared."

I looked between him and Chibs. There seemed to be a silent exchange going on, Clay looking pissed off and Chibs looking calm. I patted Clay on the arm; breaking his gaze on the other man. He pulled a brown envelope out of his kutte and handed it to me. When I looked inside I gasped and had to put my wine down. Inside the envelope was a big fucking stack of green notes. I looked up at him in shock, my mouth gaped open; I had no words.

"There is $20,000 in there. I was thinking you might want to get your own place soon. Your Russian guys and some Italians have paid their first order. These guys have already had their money."

"But… I'm not even part of the club."

I passed it back over to him but he pushed the envelope back. He told me that Jax had taken the notion of me receiving a payment for at least the first payments since it was my idea and I had put some work into getting the deals done. They passed the notion unanimously and I was going to get a small percentage of the first payments from all of the groups. I could have cried.

"Clay…"

"Just keep it. You did good kid, we're all proud of you."

I looked down at the money and laughed in disbelief. I didn't know where I was going to put it since I had zero pockets in this dress. I was still shaking my head when Jax came over with his hands in his pockets and head ducked down so could look at me. I immediately lurched forwards and hugged him tightly, thanking him profusely. He had wrapped one arm around my waist and hugged me back.

"S'ok cousin. Don't mention it. Thank the other guys later though yeah? They passed the vote. They like you."

I nodded and stepped back with a grin. I looked around at Chibs and he stopped his exchange with Clay to look down at me instantly. I showed him the money with wide eyes but he nodded with his eyebrows raised, almost patronising but not quite, and put his hand on my shoulder to shake me slightly. I just couldn't believe it.

When the party had finally calmed down it was around 3am. I had spent a lot of the night chatting to Kimbra and Cinnamon while Tig and Livia all but fucking in their booth. Chibs was still standing with me and joining in the conversation. His hand brushed over my back every now and again, making me shiver every time it did. He had noticed this quickly and so kept doing it. I made a mental note to not tease them all quite so much. It was hell.

"I'm living with Gemma and Clay right now," I said in answer to Kimbra's question, "but I'm hoping to get my own place soon."

"Yeah, yeah totally! You need your own space; it's hard to bring guys back when you're living with your parents, you know?" she nodded enthusiastically, "if you need help looking I'm a realtor, I can get you a good place for a nice price. I know all the good spots in town."

"That's amazing," I laughed at her comment on bringing guys back, although I had been thinking the same thing, "I'll make sure to give you a call tomorrow."

"Oh my god, meet me at like, 10:30. We can go for brunch and I can show you around and stuff. You wanna bring your old man?"

"No, Clay will be at-"

"Not your dad! Oh my god! Your old man." She gestured to Chibs, looking at him like she couldn't believe I had forgotten about him and he laughed.

"'Old man' is like slang for your dad in England," Chibs explained to her and the realisation dawned on her face, "and she's not my old lady."

"Who are you calling old? I'm only 25."

He looked at me and laughed, I was scowling at him but his laugh softened my expression slightly. Kimbra had folded her arms and raised an eyebrow as she watched our exchange.

"You sure?" she asked then rolled her eyes when he nodded, "I'm going to give you a lesson on this biker slang tomorrow since you seem completely clueless! Honestly, kids these days huh? Oh my god, meet me here at 10:30 tomorrow morning and I'll drive us into town yeah? I'll write you in my appointment book so work think its business and I'll get paid, ok? You don't mind if I take advantage right?"

"No! God, no! You get your money."

"Thanks."

She whipped her phone out of her bra and started tapping a few things into it before smiling in satisfaction and putting it back snuggly; sorting out her boobs so they sat nicely again. I chuckled as she pulled them up so shamelessly. I had decided quickly that I liked her and knew we would probably become friends.

"So, I'll see you both tomorrow?" she asked as she smoothed out her dress.

"I'm working," Chibs stated, "thanks though. I trust you'll take care of her."

"Duh, it's my job! I can't let the president's kid get hurt! I'm not stupid.

We laughed with her and I hugged her goodbye before she left. I sighed as the door closed behind her; thankful for the possibility of having a female friend. Don't get me wrong, I loved hanging out with Gemma but I know she liked her space and to have private time with Clay so having me around would be getting tedious for her before long. Kimbra and her friends were most definitely 'party girls' so I imagine my social life will be getting more exciting. I love my boys, of course, but I don't think I could drag Tig and Chibs to a nightclub. Juice might enjoy it though.

"You ok, Sweet Girl?" I heard Chibs ask.

"Hm?" I asked when I realised he had been talking to me, "Yeah. Just happy to have a girl friend, that's all."

"Yeah. She's a nice girl, friendly. She doesn't do much sleeping around but she's fun to have around."

I'm not sure why I felt stung when he said that about her but I ignored the pang of jealousy that had started to build in my stomach. I looked around and noticed that Gemma and Clay had disappeared, looks like I'm ringing a taxi to take me back.

"Thanks for looking out for me tonight, you've been a gem," I said as I turned to face him.

"Anytime," he said with an easy smile, "it's good to see you having fun for once."

Is it hot in here or is it just me? This is a pretty nothing kind of chapter but it was fun to write. I got fed up of her being all professional and stuff. She had a bad reputation when she was in school so I thought she should justify it with a good old bitchfest coupled with a mildly turned on Chibs. I have a feeling he would have definitely notices her even more after she had just sent another girl flying.

Also, he said the thing! He called her sweet girl. I wanted her to have a female friend to go out with and not replace Anya but fill the void that she left. Are you following?

I'm not actually sure if people read this but if you do, you're the real MVP.

Love, Doe xx