The party was in full swing. Bobby had been released from jail and everyone seemed to be having a good time. [Name] had been chatting it up with Juice a moment ago prior to Bobby being dropped off at the front doors of the Club thanks to ATF.

[Name] made sure to stay as invisible as possible, not wanting to draw attention to herself. It was a wish of Clay and the others that she stayed off the radar as much as possible.

She had managed to do so thus far. She had been here a total of a little over four months now and everything was going good. She had managed to bond with the boys a lot more than she ever thought she would end up doing.

But that was something she was extremely happy about. They took her under their wing and helped her out when she needed it. They taught her a great deal about cars and how to fix them on the small things she didn't know how to do.

They had made her part of their family and she couldn't help but smile at that fact.

She glanced around as she walked across the parking lot as she was headed back inside for another beer.

It seemed like everyone was having a great time.

Everyone except for the neo-nazis that suddenly showed up at the Clubs doorstep.

"Excuse me, ma'am."

[Name] turned around at the sound of the voice and came face to face with a skin head that had a tattoo on his neck. She looked at him with a confused expression and he just smiled.

"How are you tonight?"

He asked, sounding polite as possible. She looked at him with a brow raised, who the hell was this guy and why was he here? It was then she noticed that a man in a suit was climbing out of the car that had pulled up behind him. She blinked as she looked back to the man who had asked her the question.

Unknowingly to her Clay and the rest of the boy's were watching as a man in a suit walked up to her about ready to join her in conversation.

"Ah shite, this ain't good."

Chibs spoke up as Tig moved swiftly past everyone. Clay's eyes followed his right hand man knowing that Tig knew what to do.

"Hello there! Lovely evening isn't it Miss. Morrow?"

The man in the suit asked, catching [Name] off guard as to how he knew her name. She didn't know him, but she was smart enough to know that he he knew her -- he was trouble.

"Name's Ron Tully, it's a pleasure to meet you."

He said, holding out his hand thinking she was going to take it in return. She just looked up at him, unsure of what to do. She didn't like this man or the way he was looking at her, something about him gave her a serious stomach turning feeling.

"Baby!"

Tig's voice barked, causing her to start to turn around just in time for an arm to quickly find its way around her shoulder as he pulled her into the side of his chest and slightly away from the men.

"Baby." He almost cooed in her ear, "Are these guys bothering you?"

She looked up at Tig; she was at a loss for words. She wasn't use to being treated this way by anybody even if it was for a protective cover-up, which she guessed it was when she noticed the look on Clay and the other boy's faces when they approached.

"Now, now, we mean no harm here."

The man in the suit said as he went to pull out something from his suit. Faster than [Name] could blink and Tig had his gun pulled and stuffed into the man's face.

Chibs took this moment to grab [Name] and bring her back toward him, allowing Tig to do his guard dog thing.

Her ears were ringing. But they were not ringing with fear, but rather the excitement that surrounded her. It had been a long while since she had been in anything even close like this and she had forgotten the feeling it brought to her.

She could feel Chibs's tight hold on her arms as he stood there holding her to his chest. She knew she was safe around the brothers, butt would she always be the safe? She started to wonder if she looked at these men. And in the back of her mind she asked the question that she often found herself asking when she was down south.

How long before she would have to start protecting them?

The man ended up talking about a peace offering and asked Clay to stop selling guns to the "colors and browns" and handed Clay a box of cigars informing him that he was setting up a cigar shop and that he should come check it out once he was set up.

Knowing that he had overstayed his welcome he went to leave, but before he left he looked at [Name] one last time and gave her a small smile and nodded his head.

"You know I have a daughter about your age. You should come by as well sometime, perhaps you two would enjoy each others company?"

[Name] couldn't help but crack a smile and snort as she allowed her eyes to narrow. She took a step forward, but that was as far as Chibs would allow her to go.

"Last I checked, Hitler hated gays and those that associated with other races."

The look on everyone's face was enough to bring a sick and twisted smile to her lips. Ron Tully said no more as he and his men left. Once they were gone Chibs released her and everyone, including Clay turned to look at her.

"You're gay?!"

Jax almost yelled. [Name] couldn't help but give a distorted type of laugh as she shook her head.

"No, no, no!"

She said between laughter, watching as some of the guys eased up a bit which only lead her to smile.

"But, who doesn't love pussy?"

She bluntly stated.

"Holy mother o' Mary!"

Chibs groaned out, not knowing if she was joking this time or not.

"Are you -- are you serious?"

Tig asked bending slightly while pointing at her. She looked up at him with a knowing smirk that only caused him to covered his faced with his hand.

"What? I'll ask again, who doesn't love pussy!?"

She shouted, causing Clay to cuss under his breath along the lines of not needing to know that. Jaxs to just laugh and give her a weirded out look. Juice was looking embarrassed. Tig was looking confused or slightly turned on it was hard to tell which. And Chibs was looking well shocked.

Needless to say -- it was time for everybody to get drunk.

The next morning was complete hell. [Name] woke up on the bar counter with a pounding headache.

"Fuuuuuuck..."

She groaned. Her head felt like it was split in two as she went attempting to move only to find that she was trapped underneath someone.

But that was the least of her worries.

When she opened her eyes and looked to her right there was Tig passed out drunker than a damn skunk.

She blinked once, twice, three times before looking up and seeing a Croweaters legs on either side of their heads.

Well shit.

"Tig."

She whispered, causing the man's to stir slightly.

"Tigger. Wake up."

She said again this time nudging him slightly causing him to crack open an eye. It took him a moment before he realized their position and looked at the legs of the croweater.

"Holy shit... did we both -- "

"I believe we ate off the same plate."

She informed him. Tig sighed deeply, not really knowing what to do. He had never been in this type of placement prior -- and most certainly never with Clay's niece.

Oh shit, she was Clay's niece.

His mind was suddenly scrambling in a panic to try to remember last night the best he could. Had the done anything? Had he done anything that would get him killed if Clay found out? When he couldn't recall anything he turned to look at her just in time to watch her take her arm and shove the croweater off the both of them.

The woman yelped as she hit the floor right next to Juice -- startling the poor boy awake.

Next thing that happened shocked Tig as [Name] looked down at the croweater before flipping her legs over Tig's waist and laying her body down over top his.

Her head resting over the top of his shoulder off to the side slightly.

"[Name], what are ya doin?"

"It's too damn early to be up. Go back to sleep, Tig."

He didn't know how he was suppose to argue with her about it. He also didn't know how he was suppose to explain the pain in his pants if she asked about it, but she didn't seem to notice -- which was impossible -- or she just didn't care, because before he knew it she was asleep once again back on his chest.

He sighed softly before running a hand over his face as he draped his other arm around her lower back.

What the fuck was happening?