"What's going on with you?"

Clara questioned looking at Chibs. He arched a brow looking at her in return. He had come home to change his clothes but then he was leaving again so soon. After the event with Tig, Clara wasn't all to sure about what was going on with the club anymore. Clay had been shot and was in the hospital and it seemed to her that things might have been starting to get out of hand around here.

"Jackson has started a new business plan wit someone."

"The hookers right?"

Chibs did a double take at Clara probably wondering how the hell she knew that. She gave a shrug of her shoulders.

"Tig told me a little about it."

Keeping his brow cocked Chibs slowly turned away from her as he pulled on his new pair of socks having to take a seat on the couch to do so.

"It's not that..."

Pressing her lips together she quickly came to understand that Chibs just wasn't going to tell her anything she wanted to know. It irked her to not be able to know things that revolved around her and her family -- mostly her family.

"I'll be back before it get a too late, love."

Chibs said standing up from the couch. She huffed annoyed with whatever it was he was gonna go do and he was quick to notice. Putting his hands around her hips he pulled her into his chest with a smirk.

"Tell ya what. When I get back we'll watch whatever ya want tagether."

A small smile started to slip to her lips.

"Whatever I want?"

He couldn't help but grin as he leaned forward and kissed her forehead.

"Aye lass."

"Okay. Not too late."

"Promise."

He said hugging her closely. With everything that has been going on between the two of them and their families things were hectic right now. But she appreciated the fact that Chibs was at least trying to make a effort in keeping her happy while having to focuse on club stuff.

As Chibs left she was there all alone. But it hadn't been for very long.

A knock came to her door.

"Tiggy?"

She questioned upon opening up the door and seeing him standing there. She noticed a look on his face that wasn't very sure about whatever was wrong.

"What's wrong?"

She asked moving to side step so that Tig  could come inside if he wanted. He did come inside. Sighing he stood in her doorway scratching his head and unable to keep his hands still.

"Tiggy?"

"I wanted to know if you would come with me -- my kid's been arrested and -- "

"Which kid?"

Clara had known of both his girls and had met them once or twice.

"Dawn. I got a call from the cop where he wants to meet for me to pick her up."

Arching a brow Clara wasn't so sure about this.

"Why would a cop wanna meet you somewhere to get her? Why not at the station?"

Tig narrowed his eyes he seemed not sure either.

"I dunno. Will you go with me maybe talk some sense into her find out why she uh got arrested?"

Frowning she sighed and shrugged.

"I don't have much of a choice do I?"

Tig just smirked a little.

"You always have a choice kid."

"Call me a kid again and I'll -- "

Tig just chuckled and waved her off already knowing her threats.

She had went with Tig. That was her first mistake. Tig had gotten a call that Dawn had been arrested for a DUI and she needed to be come and picked up.

Pulling up along the train tracks she looked over to Tig who parked her truck.

"Why are we all the way out here? Shouldn't we be at the station?"

She asked causing Tig to look at her with a raised brow. His brows then squished together as he looked out the window at the black man that stood out by a car.

He could see a badge hanging from his belt, but now that she mentioned it it was strange.

"Stay here."

Tig told her. She blinked as she watched him open the door to the truck and stepped out. She felt her heart starting to climb, something wasn't right.

Her eyes followed Tig as he approached the man standing at the back of the car. She couldn't hear what they were saying because they were too far away from the truck.

And it was only when the man nodded her way and Tig started to shake his head in a worried manner did she know he was talking about her.

Suddenly, the man had Tig turned around and on the trunk of the car. Her eyes widened as she grabbed her gun that was tucked away inside of her cut and pulled it out as she scrambled from the truck.

"No, no, no Clara! Get out of here!"

Tig shouted, a worried expression plastered against his face.

"Drop the gun Miss. Morrow."

The man said producing a gun to the back of Tig's head. She paused and felt her heart stop. Her eyes looked from the gun to Tig to the man.

"Baby please, please just get outta here!"

"I would suggest against that, unless you want a bullet in the back of Mr. Trager's skull."

She heard him cock the gun and that's when she put her hands up.

"Alright! Fucking alright!"

She called out as she bent down and placed her gun on the ground, not taking her eyes off the man. He smiled before nodding his head for her to come closer.

There, he produced a pair of handcuffs that weren't on a chain like Tig's.

"Turn around so I can put these on you and remember, don't try anything."

"Yeah, you've made your point loud and clear, asshole."

She scoffed causing the man to crack a smile before the butt of his gun came in contact with the back of her skull.

She cried out as she fell to the ground. Tig shouted and tried to pushing the man off him, only to be pushed back further into the back of the car, his face smashing into the steel trunk.

"Please don't make me shoot her, Mr. Trager. We're already running late for our meeting."

Tig sneered as he looked down at Clara who was being cuffed with one hand while the other held the gun to the back of her head.

The black man pulled her up to her feet and shoved her off in the direction away from the cars.

"Let's take a walk."

He said, pushing Tig forward as well. He stumbled to her side and leaned over to check the back of her head the best he could with his hands locked behind his back.

"Baby, you okay? I'm so sorry, baby. I'm so, so sorry."

His voice held a slight waver almost as if he was going to cry. She took this chance to lean up against him as they were made to walk somewhere.

When they arrived to where they were suppose to go Tig was chained up to some type of pipeline that came up from the ground. She watched as Tig was chained like an animal; helpless to do anything for him.

"Well, well, well I see we have an unexpected guest."

A voice called out from behind her as he became visible from the shadows. Her eyes widened as her mouth parted slightly. A man in a suit walked forward. He was shorter than her, but he seemed so much more dealy.

The man, another black man, walked up in front of her as she stood in front of Tig, slightly away from him.

"I'm very sorry we couldn't have met on better terms Miss. Morrow. But I'm afraid it's one of those things where you've just happened to show up at the wrong place at the wrong time. I do hope you understand?"

She swallowed softly as she looked down at him.

"Who are you and why are you doing this?"

She asked, causing the man to crack a smile.

"I love a woman who gets straight to the point." His smile faded slightly. "I'll be honest when I say I'm sorry for your mix up in all of this. Mr. Trager was expected to come alone, but seeming as how you're now here plans have changed a bit."

"What the hell are you going on about?"

Tig asked, standing up directly behind Clara. The man looked past her and over to Tig.

"My name is Damon Pope."

Both of them felt their blood run cold. Danger alerts were going off in the back of her head. This was the man who Tig had ran from a few days back and had his in her garage.

Pope looked back at her and smiled seeing the fear washed across her face.

"Ah, so you know what's happened and why he's here."

"Please -- Mr. Pope, whatever you're planning on doing, please I beg you don't do it."

She begged, shaking her head trying to keep back the tears that threatened to fall. Pope looked into her eyes and sighed deeply before shaking his head and snapping his fingers.

The man that had lead them here opened up a hatch that was located on the ground and once it opened a stench came woofing out.

It made her stomach turn at the smell, she knew that smell, it was dead bodies that had been exposed to the heat.

"Please, after you."

Pope offered up a hand for her to walk over to it. Tig had always made his way over and at the sounds of his distraught voice it was then when she turned and walked over to the pit.

Inside there were cut of bodies, but as her eyes traveled from right to left she noticed what Tig was crying about.

"Dawn!!"

She called out, moving up to the very edge of the pit before a punch came from the right and caused her to tumble back to the ground behind Tig.

Tig screamed and tried to attack the man that had just punched her, but his chain was too short, so he drew back.

"Baby! Baby, no, no, no, Clara it's Dawn!"

Tig cried out as he kneeled down to Clara's side and looking into the pit. Clara rolled over onto her knees, her right cheek buying with the sensation of the punch.

"Please, why are you doing this!? She hasn't done anything to you!!"

Pope was quick in front of them both, just out of Tig's reach as he looked into Tig's eyes.

"My daughter hadn't done anything either. She was just having lunch when she was killed."

Pope said punching Tig in the stomach once, twice, three times.

"Stop it!! Stop, stop!!"

Clara said as she placed herself above Tig, who was crouched down onto his knees. She couldn't help but cry now. She felt so damn useless between Tig and Dawn.

"Please, please, take me. Take me instead. Please, please I beg you."

Tig said looking up at Pope.

"No! Please don't do this -- please don't do this to them!!"

Clara cried out, standing up and looking at Pope. The man almost seemed as if he was going to cry from all the begging over this girl's life.

"Why are you so willing to protect them? She's not even your daughter, Miss. Morrow. And this man here is a piece of shit who isn't worth your words."

"Because -- " She paused for a moment swallowing hard before continuing. "Because even though she isn't my daughter, she's only a child. And Tig -- he, he -- "

She lowered her head and shook it as the tears spilled from her eyes. It was then Pope understood. He nodded his head slowly for a moment before motioning for one of his men to step forward.

"Take Miss. Morrow into the back where she doesn't have to watch this."

Pope said as a man grabbed her by the arm. Tig jumped to his feet.

"No, no, no!! Don't you touch her! Don't you fucking touch her, you son of a bitch!"

Tig screamed out as one of the men grabbed her by the arm and started to drag her away. She looked back to Tig as he was pacing about. She shook her head and started screaming his name at the top of her lungs.

She wiggled around, kicked, fought, even tried biting the man that had her. Another man rushed up behind her and hit her hard on the back of the head, knocking her to the ground where she blacked out from the pain.

"Clara!!"

She heard a voice calling out to her. It wasn't Tig's voice, but someone else. Then the feeling of a cool gloved hand moving the bangs out from her forhead caused her to stur.

Pain erupted in the back of her head as she moved around slowly.

"Hey, hey, hey. Take it easy there love. I've got you, I've got you."

"Ch-Chibs?"

She opened her eyes to see Chibs sitting on the ground, holding her close to him. She sighed lightly, the pain causing more confusion than before.

"What are you doing here... how did you find us?"

Chibs shook his head as he looked down at her with saddened eyes.

"Tha' doesn't matter now, love. I'm here. And we need to get you somewhere safe."

She felt the tears spill from the corner of her eyes as she remembered that she wasn't here alone.

"Tig. Tig is he -- "

She choked on a sob as her bottom lips trimbled. Chibs shook his head as he ran another loving hand across her forehead.

"He's alright."

"Dawn?"

This was when Chibs closed his eyes and looked away with a sigh. She let a sob out from between her lips. What had happened to the young girl?

"Pope burned her alive. I'm sorry."

Clara felt herself cradle more into Chibs as her silent sobs became louder. Chibs pulled her close to him and shushed her, trying to calm her as his hand rubbed her head.

From across the way, Jax watched between the two of them. Tig sat there cradling the dead burnt body of his daughter in his arms, while Chibs cradled the broken body of Clara in his.