Description: Chibs old lady gets mouthy with Clay and he has to remind her of her place.

"(Y/N)," Clay said, earning my attention. He held up his beer and I grabbed him and Bobby two new ones. I knew he just thought I was sitting too close.

I walked a bit away from the two as I was waiting for Chibs to be home. I knew it'd be a bit still but I was getting antsy and there were rumors about a lockdown. I just knew Chibs would be the only one to shoot straight with me.

Shortly after I sat down on the couch in the clubhouse, Chibs came in, covered in blood from a gunshot wound on Happy's shoulder. I stood up and went to help Chibs. He asked for his medical bag and some whiskey. I grabbed what he wanted and stood nearby to help him. As a nurse, my skills came in handy on occasion.

"Lass, apply pressure," Chibs said as he went to move. I nodded and stepped in instantly. The guys had carried Happy immediately into Church so before long it was just me and every single Son around the table.

"(Y/N)," Clay said again. "Go wash up and wait outside with the other old ladies."

"Chibs needs help," I said.

"It wasn't a question. Out," he said.

"No."

"I'm fine," Happy said.

I looked up at Chibs and could tell he was angry with the way I'd been speaking to Clay.

"Go wait in my dorm," he said lowly. I just nodded and stormed out, running to the dorm and scrubbing my hands clean from the small amount of blood on them.

I laid down on the bed and waited for nearly and hour before Chibs pushed the door open before slamming it, causing me to jump. He locked it and hit it with an open palm before turning to look at me.

"What the hell was that lass?" He asked lowly, probably trying to keep his brothers from hearing us fight.

"What? Helping you?"

"You can not talk to Clay like that," he said. He was beyond angry as he stalked over to the bed and stood in front of me.

"He wasn't in control of that room. You were," I said. "You needed my hands in there."

"Clay is the fuckin President. I just sat in church and got a fuckin lecture on your smart mouth. Your behavior comes back on me Lass," he said.

"I'm sorry you got the lecture but he had no right to kick me out when I was he-."

"He's the president. He does what he thinks is best."

"He was wrong," I said. That clearly didn't sit right with him as he pinched the bridge of his nose and exhaled sharply.

"Listen, your smart mouth attitude comes back on my ass. Do you understand that?"

I nodded a bit.

"Then why the hell do you continue to give my president hell? Get your fuckin attitude in check. You do not speak to anyone with a patch that way ever again. Am I making myself clear?"

"Crystal," I said. I crossed my arms and leaned back against the headboard.

It was silent as Chibs stared at the wall and I refused to talk to him. He pissed me off. Clay had no right to throw me out when I was helping patch Happy up.

"Lass, I'm-."

"Save it."

"What?" He asked once again angry.

"I don't want to hear your shitty ass apology about how you're in up to your eyeballs with the club and how it was just misplaced stress. I know the line. Isn't working this time," I said.

"You're an old lady (Y/N). You're my old lady. That means you represent me to this club and my president. You start acting outta line they think I'm outta line. I'm not going to apologize for expecting ya to act like an old lady. Lets go."

He motioned for me to stand up and follow him.

"Where?" I asked.

"Home," he said. I glared at him some more.

"Now."

I still didn't move. I was angry with him.

"Get a move on lass," he said.

"Why?"

"So I can fuck the attitude outta ya," he said. "Threats over we've got three seconds to breath and I want to use mine to fuck the shit outta my old lady."

I still didn't move. As nice as it sounded I was still angry.

"I'm not telling you again Lass," he said. I sighed dramatically as I got up and allowed him to lead me out to his bike.

By the time we got home, I'd calmed down a bit about the Clay thing.

"Chibs," I said. "I am sorry that you got a lecture cause I've got a smart mouth."

"Not the first time," he said. "I'm still gonna fuck the attitude outta ya though."

"I don't think you've got that much time baby."

He chuckled as he threw me over his shoulder and carried me into the house and to our bedroom.