Clara sighed moaning a bit in her sleep. She started to wake up little by little feeling the warmth pressed against her back. A smile slipped to her lips as she felt the warmth over her chubby stomach. She turned her head a bit and seen Chibs with his arm tossed over her naked body and his body pressed against her.

She hummed a little more and that must have been enough to wake him as she felt his face pressing into her neck.

"Mornin'."

She whispered a bit. Chibs sighed and groaned a little as he pressed his erection into her butt. She tensed a bit feeling warmth spread through her legs.

She grinned a bit. Ever since the agreement was signed Chibs had used that as a leverage to get her in bed as much as possible.

"Again?"

She questioned feeling Chibs's lips pressing against her neck. She shuffled in bed a bit, but Chibs had different ideas.

"Chibs!"

She gasped feeling him slide into her already sopping wetness from last night. Sliding in from behind Chibs rocked his hips into her backside while his nimble fingers came in front and rubbed circles.

And then the doorbell rang.

Rolling out of bed, Chibs went and slid on his pants with a huff. Whoever was interrupting their time together wasn't going to find a good greeting when he reached the front door. Clara couldn't help but smile a bit, glancing at Chibs as he went to leave the room walking through the halls giving herself time to climb up out of bed and get her own clothes on. Their target had been to stay in bed all day and attempt to put a child in her, but it seems like everyone else had other plans for the two of them.

By the time Clara had managed to get her top up and over her head Chibs had walked back into the bedroom. He looked at her almost defeated seeing her clothed now. She arched a brow.

"What?"

Clara questioned looking at the way Chibs was looking at her. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her stomach kissing her neck. His beard brushing across her skin causing goosebumps.

"Tiggy's here. He says the club needs me for a few hours."

"Oh of course they need you. What would they possibly do without?"

Clara half teased causing Chibs to chuckle.

"The Irish are still in town, Clara. It's about the dealing we have with them."

She frowned. But of course the Irish were still in town, her uncle and mother both wouldn't leave that fast, that wasn't her luck at all. Sighing she leaned back into Chibs's naked chest. Her hands came down across his arms that were wrapped around her in a loving manner. He held her there for a moment rocking her back and froth.

"I won't be long lovey."

"Promise?"

She asked turning to look at him better. He took that opportunity to kiss her and she allowed him. Kissing him back she couldn't help but smile a bit into the kiss. When he pulled away he hugged her one more time before he fully pulled away from her.

"Promise."

He reassured her. She smiled, though it was sad, as she watched him go over and pick up his discarded shirt that had been at the edge of the bed. He pulled it down over his chest and went to sit down on the edge of the bed pulling his boots on. He grabbed his cut and put it over his shoulders. He glanced her way for a moment seeing that she was watching his every move. He came over to her side and kissed her once more. His hands wrapping around her waist as she pushed herself closer to him.

It was a short kiss when he pulled away and stepped back heading for the door. Then she was left alone as he was gone. She heard the bikes outside start up and then take off down the street and fading into the distance. Frowning Clara looked around the empty room and sighed a little, not sure what to do with herself now that she was left alone.

She walked into the living room and glanced around for a moment before she realized that the last thing she wanted right now was to be left alone. So, she was going to pay a visit to Gemma. If anyone would be willing to have her visit, it was her aunt for sure. Although she thought for a moment and realized that the older woman would probably want to know about how the progress to the agreement was going. She rolled her eyes for a moment thinking about all the questions Gemma was going to ask and that made her start second guessing if she even wanted to go and visit her.

But what else could she possibly do with her free time? It wasn't as if the house needed cleaned, she had done that already. Laundry was cleaned, garage was fixed in place, dishes were done – there was nothing here to do what so ever.

"To Gamma's it is then."

She told herself as she walked out to the garage to get on her father's bike and head for her aunt's house.

Upon her arrival she parked her bike and headed inside like she normally did.

"Aunt Gemma!"

She called out coming into the kitchen. She heard someone shuffle around in the dining room. Arching a brow Clara walked in through the kitchen and into the dinning room. Her heart stopped in her chest as she seen her aunt sitting there at the table with her face bruised and swollen.

"What the fuck happened!?"

Clara yelled as she rushed over to her side. Gemma refused to look at her, almost as if she didn't want her to see her this way, but she had seen it before. Clara took a seat down next to Gemma and felt her emotions get the better of her. Last she had seen her aunt she looked fine and wasn't looking like a human punching bag.

"Who did this to you?"

Her voice was softened now as she sunk down into the chair to Gemma's right. Gemma put the cigarette in between her lips and took a long drag.

"Doesn't matter, it's done."

"Don't give me that shit! Who put their hands on you!"

Clara snapped causing Gemma's eyes to widen as she looked at her niece. It was rare that she ever took that tone with Gemma, mostly when she was extremely pissed off – which was so rare – because she had respect for the woman. Gemma exhaled the smoke between her lips and shook her head a bit while she extended her hand and extinguished the cigarette into the ashtray in front of her on the table.

"Clay and I got into an argument about the club. It's nothing."

Clara fell silent. Never in all her years would she have expected uncle Clay to lay his hands on Gemma. She shook her head angry, her whole body tensing up as she was about to cry she was so angry. But instead of crying, Clara rose from the table and headed for the kitchen door. Gemma quickly turned and looked with horror worried about what Clara was going to do.

"Where are you going!"

She called out best she could. Clara didn't answer as she just slammed the kitchen door behind her. She hadn't even heard Gemma call out to her the anger in herself was pounding against her ears so loudly she couldn't hear anything but that. Reaching her bike Clara hopped back onto her bike and started it. She half expected Gemma to come chasing her out of the house, but that didn't happen as Clara pulled off the property and onto the street headed for the clubhouse.

When she reached Club Reaper, Clara pulled up beside Clay's bike noticing his was the only one in the lot. She climbed down off her bike and stormed into the club house. She slammed the door behind her as she entered, wanting Clay to know that someone was here. Sure enough it worked causing the older man to come out of the meeting room. He looked at her wide eyed wondering what the hell was wrong with her more than likely.

"Clara what the hell is wrong?"

He asked as she stormed up to him. He seen the way her body tensed and knew she was going to throw a punch, which he managed to barely grab right before she smacked him in the face with her fists.

"Clara!"

Clay shouted angry and confused. He took her fist and turned her around to hold her with her back facing the meeting table. She struggled to get her fist free, so she took another swing at Clay which managed to land this time as it was unexpected while he was fighting against her hold. She punched him in the side of the upper left arm, but she still managed to land a hit on him.

"God damn it!"

He shouted pushing her back against the meeting table holding both of her wrists in his hands. He towered over her, causing her whole body to shake in absolute terror and anger. The longer she looked at him the worse it got. All she could see when she looked at Clay was Gemma's wounded face. The thought that Clay could do that to her caused even more anger to rise in her and she started to use her legs to kick him.

"You wanna beat up on a lady, uncle!"

She shouted as she hit the side of Clay's leg causing him to buckle a bit in the pain. He yelled out, his hand coming down and smacking the side of her face hard before he went back and held her wrists again. She cried out, her lip feeling like it was now split open from the contact that his rough and ringed hand had come into against her face.

"Is that how you hit aunt Gemma too! Come on you asshole!"

She cried out taking both her legs and trying to put them into his chest and push him off her. He grunted pulling her up from the table only to slam her back down against it. He was pissed now, maybe just as much if not more than she was when she had first come rushing in ready to fight. He didn't need this today, but this was the cheery topper on the cake.

"You stupid bitch!

He shouted, sending another hard smack against her face. She cried out again as he took her shoulder and slammed her against the hard wooden table. Tears formed in her eyes as she pain rushed through the back of her head from the impact that it had against Clay throwing her against the table like a rag doll.

"You just always have to sick your nose in all the shit that doesn't have anything to do with you don't you?"

He grunted taking his hand and this time punching her with his fist. She cried out, a loud and blood curdling scream. There was blood in her mouth she could taste it and the attack didn't let up after one, two, three, even four punches. Clay was screaming at her now his anger at full force as he just laid into her face. She started to fade in and out as the attack continued and her biggest worry started to come into the back of her mind.

What if Clay killed her with just the right punch?

She had gotten herself into this situation from her anger and now this could have been the biggest mistaken in her life. Finally her eyes closed and she felt one more punch slip across her face before all the weight fell from her and she slid off the table and onto the floor between the chairs. She coughed up blood from her slip cheeks and inhaling hurt her mouth. She couldn't even open her eyes, not that she wanted to in the first place, for fear of seeing Clay looking at her in the manner that she knew he would be looking at her.

She heard him move away from her and the meeting room doors closed behind him. He had shut her inside by herself alone. She coughed a bit before she toppled over onto her side and laid there on the ground in so much pain she didn't even think she was going to live at this point. Between the pain and the massive taste of blood in her mouth she was afraid to look at herself in a mirror – if she could even get her eyes open at this point anymore.

Clara had laid there for who knows how long before the meeting room doors opened again. She heard someone gasp and pause in the doorway before they quickly shuffled to her side.

"Clara, baby, what – "

It was Tig. She knew from that voice. Tig had found her beaten and bloody on the meeting room floor. But if Tig was here then where was Chibs? Hadn't he went with him earlier?

"Tiggy?"

She manged to ask meekly. She felt his hands wrap around her shoulder and helped her to her feet. She cracked open an eye, able to barely see at this point – but she could at least open her eyes, which she guessed was a good thing – as he lead her back to the back of the clubhouse toward the spare rooms.

When they entered the room, Tig laid her down slowly watching her hiss in pain as her head landed against the pillow. He paused for a moment just looking at her. She couldn't see it, but he had tears in his eyes as he ran his hands through his hair. He shook his head as he went back to the bathroom and fetched the first aid kit bringing it back to the bed.

"Who did this to you doll?"

Clara could tell by his voice he was trying to hold it together. She didn't move as she just laid there defeated. Her voice rough and dry despite all the blood.

"Do you really have to guess?"

Tig didn't say anything else as he went to clean her wounds.