Another chapter this week because one of you all is recovering from surgery. Best wishes, hope you get better soon and I hope the rest of you enjoy this chapter!

Quinn sat outside his daughter's house smoking a joint. It was almost two in the morning but he couldn't sleep. He wondered if he'd done the right thing setting her up in Charming, with the club. She had been shot, had been abducted and almost raped and now things were getting tricky with the Niners. On the plus side, because of her the Mayan war was pretty much over. By just being herself and protecting an innocent kid she had saved a lot of Sons all over the country.

Then there was the Old Ladies, trying to play matchmaker.

Georgia and Gemma may have thought the guys were clueless and a couple were for sure, he wasn't though. Fuck. Maybe she should just head out somewhere else and live a normal life. Then again, she seemed to have been getting more confident there. And SAMCRO was really protective over her, had truly taken her under their collective wing, if he hadn't known better he'd have said Bella had been there years not months. She seemed a part of them, hell even Tig was acting like she was his own flesh and blood.

In trying to sooth his mind he couldn't help but think back to earlier at the garage with Georgia stirring shit up. She thought he'd brought that bullshit about her wanting to see him. He let her think that, but he knew better. It was the second time in three days she'd brought Bella by, dressed more provocative than the kid usually dressed. This time it had been leather pants that he knew were his Old Ladies, not his daughters.

Chibs, Happy, Tig and him had been sitting at the bar in the clubhouse. Work had been slow and there was a pretty enough crow eater serving. Quinn looked, how could he not, but he never touched. He appreciated other guys having the what happens on a run stays on a run philosophy and he had been tempted before, but he was just too hung up on Georgia. She truly was his other half, ballsy, brassy, hot as fuck and as brutal as some men. To his surprise both Happy and Chibs had turned down the special attentions of the crow eater too. He hoped it wasn't why he thought it might have been. Then they walked in.

Happy and Chibs had instantly sat up, their full attention on his daughter. He squeezed his eyes shut and stopped himself from wanting to wring their necks. Just. After what she had just been through she did not need two Sons panting after her. One who wasn't much younger than he was. The kid had been oblivious too, hadn't a clue that she had the guys attention.

"Hi!" Bella had said brightly, her face flushing slightly at being the center of attention but her smile had been genuine. "I baked, I didn't want to try muffins after Bobby's the other day, no way am I competing with them, but I baked cookies."

"We get to try them?" Happy asked her with a raised eyebrow and a small smile. Fuck.

"No, I brought them here for you to look at," she giggled sarcastically, laying a bag down on the bar.

"Smart ass," Happy chuckled at her. Fucking chuckled. Georgia had been wrapping herself around Quinn who let her while keeping an eye on his daughter.

"Your verbal skills know no bounds Happy," Bella shook her head and giggled again.

"So lass, what cookies we got here then?" Chibs had apparently not wanted to be overlooked any longer. His eyes fixed on Bella's ass as she bent over the bar to open some tupperware. Quinn pulled Georgia closer so he wouldn't smack the Scot. In front of Bella anyway.

"So I made chocolate chip, butterscotch and some macadamia nut cookies," she laid the three boxes on the bar top. "Georgia said the butterscotch are your favorite dad."

"She's right. Thanks Bells," Quinn said, his heart filling. He loved that she called him dad now, that she was feeling that relationship he'd felt since they first met. He'd kept his promise making up for lost years and it seemed it was working.

"Did ye know chocolate chip are me favourite lass?" Chibs asked her with a wink.

"I guess I'm just that good," she smiled as she took the tops off the tupperware. "Don't suppose I got either of yours, did I Happy, Tig?"

"Nah, my favorite is sugar cookies," Tig sighed dramatically but winked at her as he grabbed one of the baked goods. Quinn took one of the butterscotch. They were good, real good. He smiled wider at her and kissed Georgia's cheek. His girls were taking care of him.

"What about you, Happy?" Bella asked, her bottom lip between her teeth that seemed to mesmerize the killer and the Scot. Fuck.

"Ginger snaps," Happy grunted at her before taking one of the nut cookies.

"Guess I'll be making sugar cookies and ginger snaps next time then," Bella said.

"You're a sweetheart," Tig grinned at her before turning his attention to the crow eater who was looking frustrated.

"Come on the Bells, let's get home. Let these boys carry on with their very busy day," Georgia said before kissing Quinn in a way that made him want to take her to the dorms out back.

Quinn looked on, annoyed as Chibs and Happy watched his daughter walk out. Fuck.

"That might be a problem," Tig said into his ear.

"You fucking think?" Quinn growled back. Fucking Georgia. What was she thinking?

"Dad?" Bella's voice snapped him out of his reminiscing. Kid looked like crap. He guessed another nightmare. He wasn't surprised after the week she'd had. It killed him that he couldn't protect her, that he hadn't been there.

"Hey Bells, bad dream?" He asked scooching over so she could sit next to him.

"Yeah," she sighed, sitting as he hoped she would.

He passed the joint over to her and she looked at him in confusion.

"Trust me, it'll help," he said. He knew she needed to relax some and that shit would help. Yeah probably not the most fatherly advice but it was what he knew.

She took a drag and about coughed up a lung. Quinn tried not to grin as he slapped her back. The second drag she took seemed to go down better and for a while they passed the joint back and forth in an accepting silence.

"Wanna talk about it?" Quinn asked after the joint was gone.

"It was my second ever date," Bella said quietly and Quinn's heart broke a little for her.

He didn't know what to say so instead wrapped an arm around her shoulders, feeling like he might have been doing something right when she leant into him.

"I thought that was how I was gonna lose my virginity," Bella whispered after a few more minutes, he could feel her tears soaking his top as he rubbed her arm. This wasn't exactly a subject he was comfortable with. He wasn't sure how to feel about her still being… you know… intact?

"You're okay though. You got out Bells. Maybe one of the guys can give you some more pointers when your shoulders better. Make you feel stronger and able to kick ass. You did a damn good job though kid. Damn good. I'm proud of ya. You're a fighter, don't let one prick let you think you're not. Nightmares will go eventually, you'll get there," Quinn said, pulling it out of his ass and hoping it gave her a little comfort.

"Thanks dad," she said, kissing his cheek. "I'm going to try and get some more sleep. I'll see you in the morning."

"Night kid," Quinn said with a small smile. He hoped he'd helped some.

With a sigh he went to head back inside, hoping he too could sleep.

"Fuck me, I need some gash, I've got tha worse case o' blue balls ye've ever seen," Chibs groaned at the usual Friday night party.

"Well there's Emily and Amanda over there brother, looking ready for a good fuckin'. But seeing as how you've got blue balls and all I'll let you have 'um instead," Tig grinned and raised his beer.

"Ye a fuckin' arsehole," Chibs said but grinned back.

"Seriously though man, go, get some. Sort that shit out," Tig said nodding towards the two girls by the bar. Skinny, blonde, big tits, perfect for a good night.

"Hmm…" Chibs looked to be in thought. Tig sighed.

"Are you waiting for an invite? Or are you waiting for something else? Like a brunette perhaps?" Tig waged a guess.

"I've no clue watcha talkin' aboot Tiggy," Chibs said, finishing his beer in one.

"Sure ya don't. You and Hap have both been watching her fine ass for days," Tig pointed out to the Scot. "And her daddy noticed too."

"Shite," Chibs swore looking around, Tig guessed for Quinn. "Happy, really?"

"Oh yeah," Tig nodded to the bald headed Son who was currently ignoring one of the Caracara girls as he played pool with Jax.

Tig got it, he could see what the two brothers saw. But the girl was a sweetheart, reminded him of Dawn and Fawn. And she'd started calling them family. The girl who a handful of months ago could barely look any of them in the eye for fear of having done something wrong, who had wondered why she had been invited to their family dinners and had thought they were joking when they asked her to get a drink with them had called them family and meant it. Tig was an asshole. A horny asshole at that, but he was loyal and family meant everything to him. So he'd look out for the girl like he would his own or one of his brothers. Didn't mean he wouldn't look and flirt though.

"Huh, guess I'm getting me some porn pussy then," Chibs shrugged.

"Really?" Tig asked surprised, it wasn't like Chibs to bow out. The Scot didn't know when to back down, a real hot head.

"Not goin' against a brother," Chibs shrugged.

"You weren't serious then?" Tig asked.

"Not sure, but she's only a few years older than me Keri. If Happy's got a shot...," Chibs shrugged again and walked over to the two women standing at the bar with a wide smile on his face. Tig noticed it didn't touch his eyes though.

Tig glanced over at Happy who had caught what the Scot was doing and was frowning. Maybe Tig had been wrong, maybe Happy was wanting one of the blondes instead. If Bella was free maybe Tig would give it a shot. Couldn't be worse than the last asshole who took her out. He smirked to himself at the thought.

His smirk turned when he saw Happy lay down his cue and stormed over to the Scot. This shit was going to be interesting.

Happy grabbed Chibs by the kutte and the noise died down enough for Tig to hear Happy growl. "Ring. Now!"

"Well alrigh' then," Chibs nodded and went willingly shedding his rings as he did.

Tig grinned, a boxing match between those two was always good to see.

"What's that about?" Quinn asked, following behind Tig out the door.

"Told ya it was going to be a fucking issue," Tig grinned to the father.

"You're fucking kidding me? Those assholes are fighting over Bells? No fucking way," Quinn surged forward but Tig placed a hand on the mans chest.

"Let them get it out of their system," Tig said. "Plus it'll be a good show."

"Hell fucking no, they're not treating her like a fucking trophey to be won after a fight. No!" The man growled out.

As a father Tig got it. Boy did he. However, he wanted to see the fight. And put a bet on. His money was on Happy.

"Don't look at it that way," Tig tried to appease the man.

"Then how should I look at it?" Quinn asked as they joined the crowd that started forming around the ring.

"They could both kill each other and you'd have nothing to worry about," Tig chuckled, lighting a cigarette as the men squared off.

Quinn looked thoughtful but a small smile was playing on the man's lips.

"I put seventy down on Hap!" Tig called out to whoever was taking the bets. One of these assholes would be.

"Not tha' I mind, I'm always down fe a good scrap, but mind tellin' me why ye dragged me arse out here?" Chibs asked as he faced an enraged looking Happy who was just now stripping his top and shedding his rings.

"You, stepping out on Bella. Ain't right. She's had enough shit without you messing her around," Happy all but growled out. Chibs was taken aback. Tig had said that Happy wanted a crack but Chibs had only half believed him. Who knew Happy actually had feelings?

"There's note goin' on with me an the lass," Chibs told Happy as he wrapped his hands.

"Sure," Happy snarled.

"I was steppin' aside fe ye ya pillock," Chibs rolled his eyes, more than ready for the fight. He'd been a week without any pussy and this was as good a way as any to relieve some of that strain. "God knows ye wouldn't get anywhere with tha lass if I was chasin' 'er," Chibs teased half joking. He knew the sweetheart had a crush on him, but he also saw the way she had been with Happy even as she had shied away from him after that arsehole had hurt her. He'd half hoped they'd had a sibling type relationship though. Still the lass should be with someone closer to her own age. Someone who could give her more than Chibs could.

Happy looked surprised at this and just nodded his head respectfully. Then the fight was on.

Chibs fucking loved this shit!

Bella followed Georgia across the forecourt of the club, she had put her foot down that night. She had agreed to go to the party but that was it, she was wearing her own clothes and had done her own hair and makeup. She was done being Bella Barbie again. Instead she was in a nice pair of dark denim jeans that clung nicely and wouldn't look out of place. She was wearing a black top that dipped low both at the front and back but not too low and a pair of flat biker boots. At least she knew she'd fit in that way and wouldn't fall off any heels.

A crowd was gathered around the ring the guys always set up for the weekend. Or the prospect set up anyway. She waved as she spotted her dad and Tig and followed Georgia over to them.

Turning her head to see who was in the ring she stumbled a little. Chibs and Happy were facing each other, both with their shirts off. Happy looked angry but Chibs looked amused. She knew the guys fought for fun sometimes but, at least for Happy, this didn't look like it was for a laugh. She watched as they circled each other, her eyes kept slipping to Happy's muscled torso. His tattoos standing out in stark relief against his tanned skin. She wanted to trace each design and find out the story behind each one. She wanted to see the detail on them and the small ones she couldn't make out from as far back as she was.

"Who you putting money on then sweetheart?" Tig asked her with a chuckle pulling her out of her daze.

"What? I'm not betting!" Bella said in shock, she couldn't bet on the two men beating the crap out of each other.

"Ah c'mon, I'll give ya good odds. Go on, tell me. Which one d'ya think would win? Gotta get your bet in before the first strike," Tig teased her.

Bella watched both men who were circling each other still. Happy reminded her of a panther the way he moved with coiled muscles just waiting to pounce and strike. Chibs was more casual and loose in the way he moved. His limbs flowed in a fluid manner.

"Happy," Bella said, feeling her face burn.

"Hmm… interesting. Okay, what twenty, thirty?" Tig asked her with a chuckle. She felt she was missing out on the joke, but then she felt like that a lot of the time around Tig.

"Twenty on Happy," Bella said just as Chibs threw the first punch. Bella winced seeing it connect with Happy's jaw. The man in question just smiled though as he threw the next punch.

"Just in time," Tig nodded and chuckled.

Bella wasn't sure how she felt watching the brutal fight. The men weren't pulling their punches and they seemed fairly evenly matched. But as the fight went on the noise of the crowd, the excitement, it got to her and she found herself yelling with the others.

By the time Bobby jumped in the ring to break things up both men were bloody but Tig was handing over forty bucks to Bella. Happy had been the winner, she was pretty sure Chibs wouldn't have lasted much longer without getting properly knocked out.

The two men who moments ago had been punching each other viciously were hugging it out to cheers. Smiles on their faces as they did. She would never get men.

As they pulled apart Happy glanced around and as he caught sight of her he sent her a wink and a broad smile that had her knees wobbling slightly. She smiled at him before her teeth caught her bottom lip. Banged up, bleeding, sweaty, he was still hot. In fact she thought it made him look even hotter.

Bella frowned as the men stepped out of the ring and were swarmed by girls. Crow eaters and sweetbutts if what Georgia had told her was right, some of them even genuine porn stars. She turned her head, she didn't want to see Happy go off with one of them again.

"Where are you going?" She heard Georgia ask and looked over as her dad was walking over to the two men. Bella's eyebrows raised as her dad put a hand on each man's shoulder and started steering them away to the currently unoccupied picnic benches. She shrugged assuming it was club business and went to find herself a drink. A nice soda should cool her down after watching that. And that wink.

Happy couldn't help but let the emotion he was named after flood his face when he saw his Spitfire watching his victory. And collect money off Tig which meant she bet on him. She'd put money on him to win over Chibs, that swelled some part of his male ego, she saw him as the better fighter, the alpha out of the two males. He grinned that bit more as he saw her returning smile and then blush at his wink. That shit was cute and had him wanting to go collect the prize he'd been fighting for.

Of course he couldn't, not just because he saw her turn away when the club pussy flocked him but because suddenly Quinn was there forcing him away with Chibs. The man's large hand clamped down firmly and uncomfortably on his shoulder. After years working alongside his Prez and friend he knew that touch meant the man was pissed. Happy wasn't sure why, wasn't like Chibs and he had fucked each other up properly. They'd both still be able to ride.

"Sit!" Quinn barked at the two gesturing to the bench.

Happy exchanged a look with the Scot before they both did as they were told. Quinn paced the other side of the picnic table for a few moments before he faced them. Happy saw the anger burning in the man's usually docile eyes.

"I hope I've got this wrong and if so you two guys can be on your way and I'll get ya some shots," the man started. "Was that display of testosterone regarding my daughter?"

Happy wanted that drink.

"In a way, aye," Chibs said hesitantly, at least he didn't lie. That would have been the worst thing either of them could have done. Quinn would have strung them up by the balls and walked away laughing, he had a built in bullshit detector.

"You care to clarify that for me?" Quinn asked, his voice quiet and deadly.

"No' really," Chibs said, wiping blood off his face with a rag he'd been passed as they climbed out of the ring.

"Sorry, let me rephrase that, tell me what the fuck that was about before I take you into the fucking ring," Quinn barked. Happy was more than okay with Chibs talking himself into a grave there. He thought the quieter he was the better

"Hap go' tha wrong end of tha stick is all. Thought somethin' was happening between me an tha lassy," Chibs said with a shrug. "Saw me chattin' up a couple o crow eaters and dragged me ta the ring. Ain't nothin' happenin' there though brutha."

"So Hap was defending Bells honor?" Quinn questioned like he wanted to call bullshit. Happy shrugged, it was the truth, he hadn't wanted to see her hurt, not again. If he had to fuck over a brother for her in the ring to make sure he never had to watch as she cried again then that's what he'd do for the Spitfire. Fucking feelings man, he could happily have gone without that shit.

"Aye," Chibs nodded. "Now we done brutha? I wanna cash in on tha gash waitin'."

"Sure, we're done. Sorry Chibs man," Quinn nodded, Happy stood in some relief with the Scot. "You and me though Hap, we're just getting started, why don't ya sit back down man?"

Happy sighed and pulled his cigarettes out from his back pocket. He'd never done the meet the parents shit. He'd not even got the girl yet either. He knew he would though, he knew that look in Bella's eyes, he knew that blush and he relived her moaning his name in her sleep almost nightly. He would have her.

"I love you Happy, you know that. We go back a long fucking way. You're the man I'd go so far as to call my best friend. I'd trust you with my life, there's no one I'd rather have at my back. However the thought of you with my daughter makes me want to take a knife and gouge your eyes out," Happy tried not to wince at that mental image, he'd done it before himself, he knew how fucking painful that shit was. "So, you and my daughter, I'm guessing it's not a done deal as of yet considering you knocked the shit out of Chibs."

"Not yet, she's gotta agree first," Happy said, his first words in the conversation.

"Man, she's not a crow eater, she's not some slut wanting a fuck and nothing more. She's… ah shit she's gonna kill me for this so don't fucking say anything. She's a virgin man. If and I do mean if, she agrees to somethin' with you, you treat her right, and you go at her speed. I mean it Happy, I love you, but for her I won't hesitate putting a bullet in you," Quinn said, his arms crossed in front of him. Everything about the man uttered just how serious he was.

"You done?" Happy spat. He was pissed too.

"I don't think you should be taking that tone with me, considering."

"No, you can listen," Happy insisted, his eyes fixed on the father in front of him. "I know the girly ain't like them. I also know she's not been with anyone before, don't bother me none. But you don't get to accuse me of pushing her into shit. I haven't so much as kissed her and I wouldn't if she didn't give the go ahead. I don't hurt women. In any way." Happy got up, he was done, he didn't want to listen to anymore, if he did it'd be Quinn and him in the ring and he wasn't so certain he'd win that one. Or win Bella if she saw him kicking the shit out of her pops.

"You're straight with her, about road pussy and everything," Quinn said and Happy just walked away trying to stop himself from turning around and hitting his mentor. If his girly wanted something with him then it would be with the view to her wearing his crow. He wouldn't fuck around on that. That's what he'd always told himself. He found a chick who could handle him. All of him and that would be it. No road pussy, no road head, nothing. It'd just be him and his Old Lady. He wouldn't want his Old Lady screwing around on him while he was on the road, so if he found someone who could get him, he would do the same.

Now he just had to go give his girly the heads up that he was gonna make her his as soon as he could.

Bella was playing pool with Opie, badly. It was the first time she had seen him in his kutte and wondered why. It suited him and he looked more confident and comfortable in it. She sighed as she scratched again. She was just glad that she hadn't torn the red cloth yet, she was sure replacing that would come out of her wage. And though she wasn't hurting for money she wasn't exactly rolling in it either. She put a decent portion of her wage into savings.

"You're holding it wrong," a deep raspy voice said from behind her that made shivers dance down her spine.

"I am?" She questioned turning to look at him. He was back in his plain white t-shirt and kutte, his face no longer bloody, his eyes, though, were still burning. He was still angry, not at her, she could read that but he was pissed with someone.

"Yeah, here let me show you," he said and she went to pass him the cue. Happy shook his head no and gestured for her to take her place at the table. She did with a frown wondering where he was going with it.

Happy came up right behind her and adjusted her hands with his torso pressed up against hers. She hoped he couldn't feel her knees shaking or her heart beating fiercely.

Together they took the shot and Bella grinned as she actually managed to hit a ball. It even went near a pocket.

"I'm out of here on Sunday but when I come back I'm taking you out girly," Happy said into her ear, still pressed up behind her. She swore her heart skipped several beats as his words sunk in.

"You are?" Bella said, turning around in his hold.

"Oh yeah," he said quietly, his eyes burning a different heat now as they locked with hers.

"Well okay then, are you going to be able to handle it?" She asked, biting her lip and smiling a little. At his widened eyes she chuckled. "Well, taking me out means some form of conversation will be needed."

"Smart ass," Happy said with a true smile, his hand came up to rest on her cheek. Her stomach swooped at the feel of his calloused hand there, it felt right. Warm and perfectly imperfect. The warmth felt as if it might burn her from the inside out. "I can handle it."

"Your shot!" Opie called from behind them sounding like he was holding back laughter.