Dizzy and FP were breathing heavily as sweat began to stick to their skin making it glow under the little light they had. "Harder FP." FP groaned as he thrusts his body forward.

Then as they both finished, they sighed in victory. "Fuck. That was harder then I thought it would be." FP muttered as he looked at the box, they had just shoved into the truck, in front of them. Dizzy chuckled wiping the sweat from her brow.

"Hopefully that is the last of the shipment." She says leaning on the side of the truck. FP chuckled as well and pulled her into his arms. Dizzy and FP had been busy all day trying to get the new jackets together to pass out to everyone. Dizzy didn't have one yet because she wasn't in a gang. She left The Sons. But FP looked hot in his new one. It had the Serpents in the back and The Sons on the left pocket breast. The Sons have the same but the Serpents were on the right side of the pocket.

"They look pretty damn good, D." FP says, complementing her as he kissed her head. "Today's the day. You ready to fight for what's ours?" FP asked and Dizzy punched his chest a little.

"I'm always ready to keep what's ours. Don't ever think I'm never going to not fight." Dizzy says with a straight and meaningful look. FP just stared at her. Like many times before. FP just watched the way her eyes glimmered. It was beautiful. She was beautiful.

"One of the many reasons why you are my one and only." Dizzy rolled her eyes at his cheesy words. But FP stopped her from saying anything by cupping her face in his hands. She was perfect. It was like she was made just for him. "It's true D. I'll prove it to you. Today and every other day we spend together. I want you. I need you. You are my old lady who keeps me in check." Dizzy smiled brightly. He called her his old lady.

In biker terms, it didn't actually mean old lady. It meant the one who is your significant other. The one you are willing to die for. Once you join that family, you stay in it. No matter what.

"How are you gonna prove it to me lover boy?" She asked smirking. FP smiled and chuckled a little. He looked up at the sky and took one of his hands off her face, digging in his pocket.

FP felt around his pocket and felt that shape. Four edges on each side. Sharp corners that felt as if they would cut his finger. But she was his. He wanted her forever. So FP looked back down at her and sighed. He took a knee down and Dizzys heart stopped.

FP Jones. Forsythe Pendleton Jones II had gone down on one knee and looked up at her with his gorgeous blue eyes. His smile was so perfect and his salt' n pepper beard was the cherry on top. But he had that mischief look in his eyes. The same one he gave her when they first kissed.

"Dizzella Graham Smith," He took her hand in his and her breaths were short. "Would you be the honor of being my last and only wife?" Dizzy didn't say anything. To FP she looked like a guppy fish out of water. He had to convince her. "I know I'm not the smartest, or be rich. But I do know how to love. I know what you need. I can give you that. I need you Dizzy. You give me a purpose to move forward. I cleaned up my act and got my shit together. Not only for my boy but for you. Dizzy I need you in my life. I don't know what I would do without you." Dizzy finally let go of her breath and smiled with a small glossy look in her eyes.

"Yes." That made FP worried. He thought she said no but he had to take a double take. "Yes!" She said louder. And he stood up shocked. "I want you, Jones. Ride or die. Remember?" He let himself go as his body lunched at hers and kissed her with all he had.

He wished he could give her more than he already was. FP wanted her lips to forever remember the taste of his own. He wanted her to feel the way his breath mixed with hers. Like an invisible cloud of lust and love. But he also knew that if her lips remembered his own. Then she was already going to get tired of kissing him. But Dizzy thought the opposite. She could kiss him every damn day and never once get tired of it. He gave her butterflies and it made her happy that even though she had kissed him many times the feeling never died. 

Dizzy pulled away a little as he slides the ring on her finger. It was a snake wrapped around a skulls head. She gasped looking at it. The skull had on a reaper hood. "This is my tie with you. This will be our official contract between The Sons and The Serpents." Dizzy understood now. They didn't make the papers. They only did the blood oath. But this? This was the signed and sealed paper? Dizzy was shocked and yet so happy. She was proud of her boys. 

"This is probably the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. Dispute what I dragged you in. If it were anyone else they would be smart enough to leave and never look back." Her glossy eyes let a tear shed. A wet line fell down her cheeks and to her jaw, leaving a small line of red. Staining her face with evidence.

"I guess I'm just not that type of guy who lets go easily. I want you, baby. I will be better for you. Cause I know I can do better with you by my side. And I guess I gotta be stupid for not running away. Huh?" He chuckled and Dizzy shook her head laughing.

They kissed again. Leaning against the truck. Dizzy was actually happy. For the longest time, she had never felt as this happy. Not since she learned about her baby sister and brother. She was going to enjoy this moment while it lasted.

°°°

It was dark out. The lights in the town were turning on and the moon was the only light in the dark. Bikes were all parked a few feet away from where the titan group stood.

The jackets had been passed out. All of the Gangs had a piece of their brothers with them. It's The South Son Serpents against The Sons of Anarchy rats.

Dizzy stood next to FP as they waited for what could be their last night together. Dizzy's brother walked over to her and held something out. "Diz." He says softly.

Dizzy turns her gaze from her interwoven hands from FP and hers to her baby brother. Jax held out a jacket with the actual Sons on it. But it was the leader's jacket.

"The boys and I have decided it's time for you to be the leader again. Mom would have wanted you to have it. She always saved it for you anyway. It's your spot." Jax says holding it out. FP smirked seeing her eyes glisten like gold. FP then took off her old jacket as she took the new one.

Everyone watched as Dizzy out her jacket on. The arms first then hair ad she got it out if the way. Then the final touch that made it certain it was for her. The famous biker flick.

That was when everyone cheered and clapped. They were excited to have their leader back. But when FP saw her in her jacket he felt hot and bothered. She was hot as always.

But as everyone was clapping they could hear the sound of motorbikes. That's when they realized they were here. Dizzy and FP got ready. The two gang leaders were ready to fight for what they want.

"Hey, Jones?" Dizzy asked FP and he turned to look at her a little. "What's today?" She asked smirking and he had to think.

"Saturday. Why?" He asked and she smiled brightly.

"Saturdays alright for fighting. Don't you think?" FP lost it and just shook his head at her. Of course. Leave it to his girl to say something music related in a gang fight. She was one of a kind. Also very cringy. But he loved that about her.

As the bikes stopped a few feet from them the rain started to fall from the sky. FP looked up and felt it start to rain more. He then looked back at Dizzy who was smoking. If he didn't know any better. He would think Dizzy was all about the dramatic film's where they fight in the rain. Gang against Gang. Like this was the Outsiders or something.

"Well if it isn't my half-sister." A voice called out behind the bikers. Dizzy and FP held hands and kept their fort of solitude together. It was also a silent way of them one another to be careful.

Then as the bikers on the other side began to split off, a man walked out. His black hair gelled back and his leather jacket that was once his fathers. He had a cigarette hanging off his lips as he looked at her.

He had to admit she looked just like their mother. It was creepy. But he also felt a bit worried. Was she like her? But it was gone in a second as he saw their hands together. No. She was nothing like her. His mother wouldn't betray her own gang. Her family. Only if he knew that wasn't true.

"So? This is my little baby brother?" Dizzy asked and the man smirked. He stepped closer. He looked just like his fucking father. His Green eyes were bright as the moon glowed off them. You know what they say about people with black hair and green eyes.

Beware, for they could be the god of mischief himself. That was what her mother told her. But she had green eyes as well. At least she had her mother's eyes.

"Name's, Jason. Your baby brother." Dizzy hissed a little at that. She didn't like how he said that. Like he was In some family reunion. Like hell he was. 

"I only have one brother. You aren't him." Dizzy growled out and Jax smirked standing proudly next to her. Everyone else stood up taller. "Besides. I think you should just shut your mouth. You wanted a war. You want to take my spot in our families legacy?" Jason nods his head. Dizzy smirked. "Then you're gonna have to kill me for it. No weapons. Just fists. Old fashioned, kid." Jason smiled as he flicked his cigarette down. Dizzy flicked hers a bit, getting the ash off.

FP saw they both acted a little like each other. They were hot-headed and strong. You would have to kill the other in order to take what you want. It was either win or die. It was them. Just the way they think. In all honesty. They both acted like five-year-olds waiting to get what they want. If they don't get it they throw a fit.

"Fine. It's a war. Me and you though. I want you." Jason says pointing at her. Dizzy smirked and cracked her neck so she could stretch a bit before getting her self into a bad fight.

"Baby boy. You should have been a coward like your father. Then maybe you wouldn't have to die tonight." Dizzy says glaring hard at him. Her eyes were like knives. Then she moved forward. Jason doing the same.



Dizzy and Jason were now face-to-face. Both glaring hard and trying to intimidate the other. But they weren't scared. They were determined. But Dizzy had more to live for then Jason did. Jason was a rebel while Dizzy was a family woman.

They both raised their fists and as soon as they both tried to punch one another the war started. Jason hitting Dizzys jaw and Dizzy hitting Jason's lip. They both backed up knowing that they needed a second before starting again.

Dizzy kicked Jason's feet from under him and his head smacked the floor. But before she could punch him he grabbed her ankle and pulled her to the floor. Her head smacked on the ground making her groan.

FP kept punching guys left and right. Each one either getting knocked out by one hit or a few. He turned to see Dizzy wrapped her legs around her brother and throwing both of them to the ground. She looked like a god damn ninja. A man tried to punch FP but Jax had knocked him out and they both looked at one another. They nod in respect and went back at it.

Jason had grabbed Dizzys hair and slammed her head to the ground trying to knock her out. It was succeeding a little if it wasn't for his very loose hold on her. She threw her legs around his arm and kicked it down. A snap was heard through the woods and then a loud scream. Jason now had a broken arm but he also got payback by stabbing Dizzy in the leg with his good one. She growled out in pain and yanked it wincing at how painful it was. Now Jason had to fight with one arm and Dizzy on one leg.

"You fucking cheated!" Dizzy yelled out throwing the knife at him. He ducked as it knicked him on the cheek. It then was lodged into a maple tree. "You also made me ruin my cousin's tree," Dizzy muttered and then swung her arm him. He ducts and punches her stomach.

They both fell to the ground out of breath and bleeding. FP had knocked out his side of men out. Then he watched as Jason got on Dizzy and punched her. She was bleeding from her nose as he wrapped his hands around her neck.

"You lose sis," Jason says smirking but still out of breath. But Dizzy smirked and then as soon as it came it was gone. She didn't want to blow her cover.

"No. I think you are the one who's fucked here." She says and he was confused until he had a punch thrown in his face by Dizzy. The fastest fist punch ever.

Jason rolled off Dizzy and landed on the ground with a thud. He was now knocked out. Jason lost. Dizzy won. A fair fight from the Gangs. As soon as Jason laid their knocked out everyone stopped fighting. Juice let go of the man he was punching and Jibs a girl he had thrown a few feet away from him.

Jax stared as Tallboy walked over to Jason. He kicked him a bit to see if he would get up. But he didn't. The other Gang was silent as they realized they had chosen the wrong side. How could they have been so stupid to fallow a child into a war zone?

FP held his hand out for his girl and she was pulled off the ground. Dizzy smirked with blood all over her face and a black eye. She was one hell of a woman. FP chuckled and kissed her hard before she had to leave at choosing what to do with the rats and traitors.

Then as soon as he let go. Dizzy turned to face them. "Anyone who dared to defy me or the Serpents will answer to me or FP Jones. You fucked with the wrong family. You choose your sides. You either leave and never show your faces around us, or you can join and be nothing but loyal till the end." Everyone seemed to be thinking. Then a boy stepped forward to Dizzy and keeled down to her. He now respected her. They all did. She was strong and that was something they all needed.

Soon a few others followed while some walked away leaving the Gang life behind. Dizzy was strong. She was a natural born leader. FP knew this. They all knew this as Dizzy had taken out their leader.

Dizzella Graham Smith was a leader of The Sons of Anarchy who is partners to South Side Serpents. That was how it was supposed it be. FP knew that when she stood proudly with a bloody nose and a black eye. She was born for this. She was right when he called her princess when he saw her for the second time. She wasn't one, she was a fucking queen. Tonight just proved that.