Hey everyone sorry for the long wait! Mental Health sucks and I'm struggling with writing while it's this bad. Anyway, here's the next chapter. Please forgive any spelling or grammer mistakes, I haven't edited this as thoroughly as usual in an attempt to get it out as quickly as possible! Enjoy!

Bella glanced toward Chapel again. It was New Years Eve, the party was in full swing but the Sons were still at church. Happy had got there just in time to give her a swift kiss before he headed in for the vote. Her first time seeing him in over a week.

She knew from their phone call that morning that he was nervous about the vote. Not that he had said as much but she could tell. She hadn't been, she had full confidence that Happy would be voted in. Everyone loved him. However, now, she was starting to worry. What if he didn't get voted in? These separations were hard, really hard. She would do her best to make it work but eventually he'd be tempted by a Crow Eater or two. He'd be in danger and have no backup out there. Anxiety rang through her as Layla silently passed her another beer. Her second of the evening.

"Sweetheart, everything will be fine. You need to stop worrying and have some fun. You'll see," Gemma said, squeezing her arm.

Bella turned to smile at the Queen who she hadn't even realized was standing next to her.

"I know… I really didn't think he had anything to worry about, and I meant it. I just…" Bella tried unsuccessfully to get her feelings out and went back to nibbling on her lip.

Gemma put her arm around her and gave her a half hug. "You're a good Old Lady."

"I'm not his Old Lady," Bella muttered, her eyes still on the doors.

"You're as good as. You just wait," Gemma smirked before slapping Bella on the ass and walking away. Bella couldn't help but laugh and as Gemma smiled back at her over her shoulder she realized that had been the matriarch's intention.

Bella smiled and walked over to Kat who was watching a pool match between two hang arounds. She didn't think either of them would ever be given the chance to prospect let alone patch. They were both too… normal, coming along to prove they were macho and nothing more. They didn't need the club, they didn't need the family, they just wanted to prove they were badass men.

"Hey you, doing okay? They giving you a night off?" Kat asked, nodding towards the bar where recently Bella had been pulling bitch duty.

"Yup, I'm on clean up duty in the morning though," Bella grimaced, clean up was the absolute worst. The guys and other party goers were disgusting. The bathrooms were particularly repugnant after a night of drinking. It was a good thing Bella had a strong stomach.

"Hey," Kat said and nodded towards church where the doors had just opened.

Bella's heart started thundering in her chest as she saw Bobby step out of the room first. His face didn't give anything away.

A grin broke across her face as next out came Happy who was being hugged and patted on the back by Tig, Jax and Juice. Happy was smiling and returning the affections of the men. His eyes swept through the clubhouse, past all the scantily clad women and the men eager for any type of attention. His dark, burning eyes soon collided with hers. The smile slid from his face as he stalked towards her, instead a predatory smirk appeared.

Feeling her cheeks burn and her stomach leaping she stood her ground. "Congratulations," she said as he was within hearing distance.

"Uh huh, gonna celebrate now Girly," he said, taking her hand and leading her away from Kat towards the rooms.

In moments Bella was in his room, the door firmly shut behind them and Happy's eyes almost black with lust. His first kiss was furious and bruising, she had missed him so freaking much.

"Gonna be quick now Girly, but later I'm gonna take my time," Happy rasped his eyes black and burning as he tugged at the button on her tight jeans. "Later on I want your pouty lips wrapped around my cock and I'm gonna taste your delicious pussy. Ya gonna cum all night long Spitfire."

At his promise Bella's legs trembled as she kicked her jeans off and Happy pulled down his pants. The way he spoke, the words that left his lips had her gasping already, had her ready for him despite the fact he had barely touched her.

"Now though. I just gotta fuck you," he said before hiking her legs around him and pushing her against the door. "God I've missed your pussy," Happy groaned before pushing his substantial length inside of her.

Bella gasped out at the delicious feeling, her legs tightening around him, her hands clenching into his broad, muscular shoulders.

"Oh God, Hap," Bella moaned as he set a punishing pace that hit the right spots straight away. She shivered at the way he groaned before he nipped at her neck, his hands firmly on her ass as he thrust almost brutally into her. She loved it.

Happy was right, it was quick. Both of them found their releases together fast. It had been too long. Bella muffled her scream by biting down on Happy's neck as he cursed and grunted into her ear.

"Fuckin' hell Bella, I missed that," Happy said pulling out of her and tugging his jeans and boxers back up.

"Uh huh, me too," Bella said, her breathing still labored, her legs shaking.

"Now who's eloquent?" Happy smirked, kissing her forehead gently.

"Now who's a smartass?" Bella quipped back, controlling her legs enough to start getting back into her jeans. "I'm really happy for you babe. I knew you didn't have anything to worry about."

Happy nodded once with a smile. "Hmmm. Just glad I don't have to be away for so long again. My balls were so blue I started looking like a fuckin' smurf."

Bella started laughing at that. "So that was all you missed?" She asked once she got herself under control.

"Nah Girly, missed havin' you naked an' waiting for me in the morning. Missed watching you kick ass. Missed those short shorts that hug your perfect fuckin' ass and those perfect fucking tits," Happy said, his eyes once more burning into her. Her lip went to her mouth as she tried desperately to control the wide, goofy grin that wanted to spread across her face. "And Tiggy too, missed that psychotic mother fucker of course."

"Well let's get you back to him then," Bella laughed, turning to open the door for them.

"Wait," Happy rasped.

"Huh?" Bella asked, turning to look over her shoulder.

Happy was so close she could feel the heat from his body seeping into her. His lips softly caressed hers in a kiss so tender it took her breath away. "Glad your mine Spitfire," Happy said, his voice low and quiet.

"Me too," Bella replied, her hand stroking the stubble on his cheek. She reveled in the fact that most nights now they'd be able to fall asleep next to each other and wake in the morning together if they chose. That she could see him most days instead of just talking on the phone.

With a smile that came from her heart that had fallen hopelessly in love with Happy, Bella thought that this was the best start to a New Year possible.

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"Urgh," Bella groaned, gagging once more as she finished cleaning the bathroom in the clubhouse. It had been particularly bad. There was puke everywhere and with a hangover from hell Bella was not enjoying that moment of being a prospect.

So far she had cleaned the kitchen, made two huge pots of coffee, breakfast and cleaned the bathroom. Half-Sac who was supposed to be helping her was once more nowhere in sight. Since Happy had stubbed out his smoke on Kip's arm the other prospect had spoken to her only when absolutely necessary and almost never looked at her. Bella was tempted to leave the rest of the clean up for him, but she didn't want to be given a worse job for being lazy.

With a sigh Bella went to throw out the dirty mop water and grab some trash bags.

"Oi! Keep it down!" One of the hang abouts snarled at her as she walked past him. Bella rolled her eyes and ignored the stout man with a bandana that was halfway down his face.

When she came back into the clubhouse Bella purposefully grabbed the empty beer bottles surrounding the asshole and dropped them loudly into the trash bag by his head. She might be the bitch for the patched members but she had realized a while ago that if she let the hang arounds talk to her like crap then everyone would.

The man went to sit up, the black and white bandana had fallen down from his forehead so it sat under his red rimmed eyes. Glaring at her for a moment he looked her over, his eyes coming to rest on her prospect rocker before he huffed and laid back uncomfortably in the cracked leather armchair he had spent the night in.

With a smile Bella picked up the rest of the discarded trash around the main room. She would do more later on.

Taking the trash out she stood in the weak rays of the sun, a cigarette between her lips, her eyes taking in her Harley. The one that was parked right next to Jax's and Happy's. It fit in.

She didn't think she could have asked for a better Christmas present. Bella hadn't expected anything so when her dad had rolled it out she cried. It was too much, she had said for him and Georgia to take some money for it. She hadn't mentioned returning it though. It was just too perfect. She loved the details on the sides that she knew Happy had done for her as they matched the helmet he had given her as a christmas present.

Bella had never gotten much for Christmas before, it hadn't really bothered her and over the years she had gained a distaste for getting presents. She didn't know how to accept them properly and it made her embarrassed. This year though she had more presents than she had ever got, from all of her christmases combined. All of the guys had got her a present, some funny, some sweet, some practical. Gemma, Layla and Kat had each gotten her a present as well. Even Lowell had gotten her a new wrench set for work along with some chocolate. It was touching and overwhelming. ,

"Where's the other dip shit?"

Bella jumped, she hadn't realized anyone else was outside with her. In fact she hadn't thought she would see anyone else for a few more hours. Turning her head she saw Clay looking worse for wear, a cigar firmly in hand and a huge mug of coffee held like a lifeline.

"Happy New Year Clay. I don't know, I haven't seen him yet," Bella said while finishing off her smoke.

"Fucking useless," Clay grumbled. She wasn't sure if it was directed at her or Half-Sac but decided to pretend it was for the missing prospect.

"What brings you out this morning?" Bella asked, stubbing her butt out. She started gathering bottles of beer.

Clay took a long sip of his coffee, his eyes focused like a hawk on her. "Delivery," he said simply.

Bella nodded, she now knew club business, not all of it she was sure. But she knew about the guns. A delivery meant that some were due in. Which also meant they would have to start clearing the clubhouse out of other, less knowledgeable people.

"How long?" She asked.

"An hour," Clay grunted, his eyes still fixated on her. "You gonna turn those shit heads out are you?"

"Yup," confidently Bella answered. She knew how to get rid of them.

"Alright then prospect. If they aren't gone in an hour you're on toilet duty for a month."

Bella gulped, she was fairly sure she could get rid of all the hungover people in the clubhouse. But gambling that on toilet duty was a big risk.

Straightening her shoulders Bella nodded to Clay before heading back inside, leaving the empty bottles where they were.

With a smirk that others may have said looked slightly evil, Bella pulled out the ancient and very noisy vacuum cleaner.

Fifteen minutes later, more curse words than she had ever heard around the clubhouse and with one brave hang around trying to take the machine off of her the clubhouse was empty. Bella smiled happily at the clean floor, a feeling of vindication running through her as well as the relief at knowing she hadn't subjected herself to toilet duty.

"Hmm, not bad," Clay nodded as the club started making their way out of their rooms, each grabbing a coffee, except Tig who got himself a beer.

Bella stifled her laughs at the sight of Chibs laying his head in his hands and groaning. Jax was staring at a wall vacantly, his eyes bloodshot and his usually quaffed hair sticking up everywhere. Bobby laid out on the bar and refused to talk to anyone. Her eyes focused on Happy as he came stalking into the room. She raised a coffee mug at him which she had filled with black coffee. She also had some aspirin ready and a glass of water.

Happy twitched a smirk at her and sauntered over. He didn't speak but wrapped his arms around her waist as he rested his head on her shoulder and placed a kiss on her temple.

"The merchandise will be here any minute. Happy, Tig, you two take delivery, we'll check we're not light then head up to the warehouse," Clay informed the barely conscious men.

"Why the fuck are we doing this now?" Juice groused, he wasn't wearing any shoes or socks.

"Because everyone expects us to be sleeping hangovers off so no eyes are on us," Clay explained his voice hard.

"Yeah, cause that's what we should be doin'," Tig groaned.

"Hear, hear," Piney said, looking slightly green. Bella sincerely hoped he wasn't going to puke all over the bathroom she had just cleaned.

"Let's just get this done quick, I want to go home to my Old Lady and get laid for the first time this year," Clay said with a smirk.

When the truck full of oil barrels pulled into the lot Happy and Tig left to go meet the driver. It was a quick transaction, apparently everything went smoothly.

Bella stayed inside the clubhouse making coffees as the rest of the club started lugging the barrels inside. As soon as they were inside the guys started taking inventory.

"Prospect! Coffee!" Jax yelled as he started unloading magazine clips onto one of the pool tables.

Rolling her eyes Bella took the pot over to him and refilled his mug. Less than a year left of being the club bitch and honestly pouring coffee wasn't so bad.

Just as Bella went to put the coffee pot back her eyes glanced over to the security system. Four screens above the bar showed various parts of Teller-Morrow, none of the screens showed the clubhouse of course.

An all too familiar and unwelcome cruiser was pulling into the lot.

"Hales here!" Bella yelled at the men, putting the pot of coffee down.

"What, is he doing?" Clay asked through clenched teeth.

"Does it matter, we need to get him the hell out of here!" Jax said, his hands raking through his hair.

"How?" Hissed Juice.

Bella bit her lip, her eyes going to her surroundings. "Bail me out?" She asked Jax as she took the top off one of the cheap whiskeys they served people they didn't like and poured it down herself.

"What are ya doing?" Tig snapped.

"Well Hale promised if I got so much as a parking ticket he'd take me in. He can't be focused on you if he's taking me in for underage drinking," Bella shrugged before mussing her hair up.

"I'll bail ya out in a couple of hours," Jax nodded with a huge grin. "Get a pretty picture taken for the wall."

Happy narrowed his eyes at her, his face closed off. He was not happy. Not at all. Still, she was protecting the club so he wouldn't stop her. She could see that. She was also pretty sure that he'd have something to say when they were on their own later.

Clay clapped her on the back and she staggered out of the clubhouse as she had seen the croweaters do time and time again. She weaved her way around the picnic benches and fumbled her lighter trying to light a cigarette.

"Miss Swan!" Hale called out to her.

"Oh no!" Bella slurred loudly.

"Are you drunk Miss Swan?" Hale asked her with a glint in his eyes.

"Nooo. No. Not at all. That would be against the law…" Bella said, glad she was clumsy enough to literally trip over her own feet trying to walk to him.

"You stink," Hale said flatly.

Bella huffed and folded her arms across her chest as though she was a toddler about to throw a fit. "That's just mean!"

"Isabella Swan, you are under arrest-" Hale grabbed her arms and slammed her much harder onto his cruiser than was necessary.

He forced her into the backseat of the cruiser, her head hitting the door painfully. She glowered at him, he was an asshole.

"You know Miss Swan, if you consumed alcohol within the clubhouse I now have a reason to go inside without a warrant?" Hale asked happily as he drove painfully slowly towards the police station. Bella' stomach gave an uncomfortable lurch. Maybe she hadn't quite thought this through.

"I'm not drunk. I demand a breathalyzer thing!" Bella carried on slurring her words. He wouldn't be able to go in without proof. At least she didn't think so anyway.

"Uh huh. I'll get on that straight away," he smirked his smarmy smirk. For weeks Bella had wanted to punch the cop in the face. He didn't make that desire any easier to resist.

"You're enjoying this entirely too much," Bella grumbled. She hadn't actually drank anything since midnight the night before, after that she should have burnt it all off in Happy's bed. And shower. And against his dresser. A breathalyzer should come up clean. She hoped. Her heart was beating in her throat making it hard to swallow, in trying to save the club had she fucked up?

When they reached the station Hale was again more heavy handed than he had any right to be, especially as she wasn't resisting. She was fairly sure that she was going to have a variety of bruises.

"I demand a breathalyzer!" Bella yelled at the Deputy again as he threw her into a cell without processing her, she was hoping Unser would hear her.

"Like I said, I'll get right on it," Hale smirked before strutting away. "For now, you just wait where you belong."

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"Alright, all set, who's picking up Princess?" Clay asked the club as they reloaded the barrels ready to take the guns to the warehouse.

Happy glared at the barrels, he wasn't goin' to pick her ass up. Yeah, her plan had worked, fine, the club was covered. But that fucker Hale had slammed her around, if he went and Hale was there he'd kill the fucker. He was pissed as hell with his Spitfire for getting herself into that situation, as much as he understood. His Girly though, she shouldn't have to deal with all that shit.

"Hap man?" Tig asked.

"No," he said firmly, still glaring at the barrel he was gonna be lugging to the truck.

"Alright, I'll go get Bells," Jax said. "Where you want her?" Happy looked up to see Jax was speaking to Clay rather than him.

"Give her the rest of the day off. Bring her back so she can get her shit but then send her home. She's done enough today. Half-Sac can pick up any of her slack if he ever turns up again. That shithead's line that he's walking is getting thinner and thinner," Clay said, briefly glancing at Happy. His Spitfire may be a prospect but she was also his Girly. There was a certain amount of respect that would be leveled both him and her because of that. Happy nodded. He'd get the shit sorted with the guns then he'd spend the rest of the day with his Girly. She had earned herself a reward as well as a punishment.

"Jax?" Happy asked as the V.P. went to get his Spitfire.

"Yeah?"

"Take her helmet?" Spitfire wouldn't wear Jax's and Jax wouldn't put up enough of a fight to force her to. "And just cause she's ridin' bitch-"

Jax wrinkled his nose, looking disgusted at that thought. "Man, she's like my sister or something. Plus she's yours, I wouldn't do that to you brutha."

Happy nodded in thanks before getting back to his task. He'd meant it as a joke but he was happy to see his brutha took him seriously.

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"Swan, you're free to go," Unser was the one to release her. He had also been the one to administer the breathalyzer that had shown she had not been drinking. Bella had been able to hear Hale's yells of outrage from her cell. That had made her smile despite the bruises that littered her. It felt good, very good, to get one up on him.

Bella nodded to the Chief and made her way out of the precinct, she held her head high and tried to adopt the self-confident strut that Happy and the others used. Just so she could piss Hale off even more.

Waiting outside, a smoke on the go, was not Happy like she had expected, but Jax.

"What are you doing here?" Bella asked with a frown as she accepted an offered cigarette.

"Nice to see you too. You'd rather walk back?" Jax smirked at her shifting against his bike and holding out her helmet for her. "Good work today Bells, you got the rest of the day off. Think Hap's gonna meet ya at yours."

Bella took a deep drag of her smoke letting it burn down her throat into her chest. "He pissed?"

"Dunno. Your guess is as good as mine, he always seems pissed to me," Jax chuckled, flicking his butt away before he straddled his bike and pulled down his sunglasses. "You comin' or what?"

"Yeah yeah old man, I'm coming," Bella rolled her eyes with a smile and put on her helmet, knowing that Happy would be even more pissed if she wasn't wearing it.

She climbed on easily behind Jax, her hands resting on his shoulders rather than around his waist. The ride back was quick and smooth. Jax was obviously used to having someone ride bitch with him.

"Go on, grab your shit and get home," Jax told her when they got to the clubhouse.

"Okay, thanks Jax," Bella said with a smile.

"Anytime," Jax nodded and pressed a kiss to her forehead.

Bella didn't have anything she needed inside the clubhouse, so was soon riding her bike home.

Pulling up outside her house Bella started. Her door was open. The door frame was splintered, it had been busted open.

Her blood ran cold, her heart pounded. Bella climbed off her bike grabbing her cell and her gun.

"Yeah?" Happy answered his phone on the second ring.

"You at home?" She asked, cautiously.

"No. Why?"

"The doors busted open," Bella said, the cold metal of the gun in her hand comforting, even as the hand holding the phone shook slightly.

She stayed by her bike, looking at the windows to see if she could catch sight of anyone.

"Do not go in! We'll be there in five. You see anyone you shoot first, I'll ask the questions later. Understand?" Happy's voice was deeper and harder than usual. He sounded furious.

"Yeah," Bella replied quietly before the phone went dead.

Putting her cell away she took the safety off her gun and held it in both hands, ready if she needed to be. Why the hell was someone breaking into her place? And who? Her mind first jumped to Hale. But would he stoop to something illegal? She wasn't anymore into club business than anyone else so surely it had nothing to do with that? She didn't have issues with anyone else though. As far as she knew anyway.

Not taking her eyes off her home she had the disconcerting thought that this year was not off to a good start.

It was no more than five minutes before the roar of bikes could be heard. Bella didn't take her eyes off of the house. She had listened to these engines for long enough that she knew they were friendly.

Happy parked up in front of her and threw himself off his bike more or less, his gun in his hand in seconds. "You gone in?" He barked at her, his eyes were wide in his head, flickering from the house to her.

"No," she replied.

"Good girl," he growled, before nodding his head to the house, gun raised and ready.

Bella followed him inside, watching over his shoulder and ready to shoot anything that moved. Behind her were Tig, Jax and Chibs.

Inside was a mess. The cushions from her couch were thrown around and ripped violently. The photos and decorations she had were strewn around and smashed. Their feet crunched across glass and porcelain. The kitchen was smashed, cupboards hanging off walls.

Happy's face got darker and darker as he nodded at the stairs.

Upstairs was as bad. Stepping into her bedroom, the one she had shared with Happy, she bit her lip to stem her tears that she felt building. Her possessions were broken, ripped, destroyed beyond repair. On the wall above her bed were painted in what she sincerely hoped was red paint was, YOUR NEXT BITCH!

"What the fuck?" Tig was the first to speak. "Who the hell did this?"

Bella shook her head, surprisingly she wasn't scared. She had faced death before, it didn't bother her. She was, however, upset and pissed off. Someone had come into her home. Her home. They had destroyed it and threatened her.

"You okay Spitfire?" Happy asked quietly as he came to stand by her side. He gently placed his hand over hers and pushed down the gun she was still holding.

Bella looked up into his handsome face, his eyes were burning, black as a starless night, but a tiny wrinkle at the corner of the fierce depths showed a hint of concern. "Not really," she whispered back before once again surveying the room.

"Call Clay, get someone checking all the houses and on the women. Could be club related, could be someone targeting Old Ladies," Jax said to Chibs, his face screwed up in anger. "We need to find out who did this. Who have we pissed off lately? Who have you pissed off Bells? Hap?"

"Just club biz man," Happy said, wrapping an arm around Bella's waist and pulling her to his side. His arm felt warm, safe, comforting and she leant into his side, taking the comfort he was offering.

"Same, and Hale, but I don't think this is his style," Bella said, feeling glad about the fact that her voice didn't waver.

"You're gonna have to call the cops Princess to get your insurance to pay up," Tig told her while kicking at one of her bra's that had been ripped and thrown to the ground.

Bella nodded, her eyes glued to the writing on the wall. "Whoever did this doesn't have a grasp on grammar. That's almost the most annoying thing about this," she said, the misused 'your' nagging at her.

"Yeah, sure, that's what's important here," Jax scoffed with a small chuckle. "Get anything that's salvageable, you're staying at the clubhouse. I'll get some tools and we'll fix your door for now."

"Thanks," Bella said with a sigh.

"I'll help Girly," Happy rasped, squeezing her just a bit tighter.

"Thanks babe," Bella leant her head into his chest and took in a deep breath, his unique scent helping to comfort her.

Together Happy, Chibs, Tig and Bella got anything that was salvageable put into a couple of trash bags.

They noted with frowns that any of Happy's belongings that had been stored within the house were intact. His clothes, toiletries, his tattooing equipment and a spare bag of weapons that he had put there. This had been personal.

Bella had reluctantly called the police station that she had been held in that morning. The guys wanted to start fixing things for her but the cops would have to see the place first. Once more she was warmed at the sight of most of the club sitting around drinking beers and waiting to put her home to rights so she could move back in as quickly as possible. Even Clay and Gemma were there. Gemma was in old clothes with paint splatter on them and had brought some paint along to fix up her bedroom. It would take a couple of days the guys said, but she would be back in soon enough. Juice had also brought along a security system that he was going to put up for her.

All her good feelings left her as two cruisers pulled up outside of her house. One with Unser, the other holding Hale. Happy was instantly by her side, his hands curled tightly into fists, his stare hard. She wasn't surprised in the slightest when Hale thought twice about walking to her front door to question her. Bella thought it was sensible of the Deputy when he stayed by his cruiser, especially as her family, her club, gathered around her with similar looks of impending violence on their faces.

"Miss Swan, maybe we should take this inside huh?" Unser said, his voice soft but his eyes also took in the hard stares and unyielding stances.

"It's Bella please. Come in Chief Unser," she said pointedly. Hale was not coming into her house; it had been invaded quite enough for one day.

Juice and Bobby stayed outside the front of the house - a silent guard against Hale - as all of the rest of the guys filed in behind her and Unser.

"Well damn," the chief said as he looked around. "Any ideas on who could have done this?"

"No," Clay said honestly. "No one else has been hit, we haven't pissed anyone off more than usual and Bells hasn't as far as we know."

Bella tightened her hold around Happy. For the past hour she had a thought, but she couldn't say it in front of anyone but Happy.

What if it was her past catching up with her? Maybe they were trying to scare her into going back to Forks? If that were the case then Bella was going to need significantly better weapons. She didn't think a hundred percent it was Jake or Edward, after all none of this was their style. She couldn't rule it out though either, Edward had done desperate things in the past to try and get her back. The big thing that had her thinking that it wasn't though were Happy's things. Surely anyone from her supernatural past would have attacked Happy's things with as much if not more violence than hers. The smells to the supernatural would have made it clear that Happy and her had been in her bedroom together, more than once.

"So do we have a time frame at all?" Unser asked, snapping Bella out of her thoughts.

"I was here until about six yesterday, then I came back today after you let me out. So some time then," Bella told him.

"Well alright then, we'll ask the neighbors if they heard anything, I'll get a couple of my guys to take pictures then you can start clearing up. You want some extra patrols around here?" Unser directed that last question to Clay.

The President shook his head tiredly. "Nah, we got this," he said firmly, making everyone in the room aware without any doubt that if anyone came back to try something like this again then the club would be the one taking care of it.

Unser pursed his lips disappointedly but sighed and walked out with a nod for Bella.

"Well alright then, let's get some food and some drinks. We can eat before we start putting this place back together again," Gemma declared taking hold of the situation.