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TWENTY FIVE

[ The Culling ]

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" I want the whole shebang! A wrap-around veranda where we can sit and watch the sunset, a charming white picket fence that says 'welcome home,' a big backyard that wraps around the whole house perfect for a dog to run around in. Everything I've ever dreamed of. "

~ LETTY MORROW to JUICE ORTIZ 

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TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ : Detailed sex scenes will appear in this chapter, along with mentions of rape. 

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LETTY'S OUTFIT

THE AFTERNOON SUN FILTERED THROUGH THE HALF-DRAWN CURTAINS, casting a warm glow over Letty's bedroom. Cardboard boxes lined the floor, some already taped shut and labelled with bold black marker, while others lay open, waiting to be filled.

Letty was dressed in a faded denim skirt from high school days which was obvious due to how short it was, a white tank top, and one of Juice's shirt used as a throw over. It wasn't the most stylish outfit she's worn, but it was perfect for a sweaty day of sorting through one's belongings. She carefully folded clothes and placed them into the box sitting on her bed, her movements efficient. Her long, brown hair was pulled back into a messy bun, while loose strands framed her face perfectly. 

Standing in the doorway, Rey watched her friend silently, leaning casually against the frame with a small smile playing on her lips - happy for her friend. 

"I'm sorry for leaving you in the lurch like this," Letty said as she grabbed a nearby box and brought it over to her open cupboard, kneeling down on the floor as she started to carefully place her large collection of shoes into the box. And yes, she was aware she had a problem. Shoes were definitely Letty's weakness. 

Rey simply scoffed, pushing herself off the doorframe, "Dude, it's seriously fine," she said, making her way over to the girl's dresser and started to look through some of her jewellery. "If I need to I'll just get another roommate," she brushed off Letty's concern as she hovered a pair of earrings over her ears and examined them in the mirror, before contorting her face in disgust and shaking her head, placing them back into the vintage jewellery box that had been in Letty's family for generations. Letty's style wasn't for everybody. 

"You sure?" Letty asked, grabbing a bunch of her leather jackets that sat on a few hangers and walked over to her bed, dumping them inside the box amongst her other clothes. 

Rey groaned, snapping her head back in frustration as she turned around and leaned back against the dresser, "Yes, it's fine. I'm happy for you," she reassured, sending her friend a genuine smile. "Juice is a great guy." 

A large wistful smile crossed Letty's face, "Yeah, he is." 

As Letty fell into a daydream like state, thinking about her gorgeous boyfriend, Rey found the roll of packing tape placed on the dresser beside her and picked it up, hurling it over at Letty, and hitting her on the head. 

"Ow!" Letty snapped, her head whipping around to glare at her giggling friend. 

"Stop daydreaming about his abs," Rey playfully scolded, pushing off the dresser. "And let's get this shit done," she said, rubbing her hands together, making Letty chuckle, shaking her head in amusement. 

***

Clay Morrow pulled up to his daughter's house, the engine rumbling to a stop as he parked beside Letty's mustang. He climbed out, his boots hitting the pavement with a heavy thud, and adjusted his sunglasses to block out the late afternoon sun.

Furrowing his brow in confusion, Clay eyed the flurry of activity around Letty's front door. There were boxes stacked beside the entrance, some already taped shut and labelled with Letty's messy handwriting. He glanced around, taking in the sight of movers carrying furniture out to a waiting truck.

"What the hell's going on?" Clay muttered to himself, his confusion growing. He hadn't heard anything about Letty moving out. As the president of Samcro, he prided himself on knowing what was happening with his club members, especially his own daughter.

His curiosity piqued, Clay approached the front door, pushing it open without knocking and strode right in like he owned the place, because, well, he did. 

"Baby!" he called, his voice a mixture of concern and bewilderment.

"In here!" Letty's voice called back from her bedroom. 

Making his way down the hall, he stopped at the last door on the right. Piquing inside, he found Letty and Rey in the midst of the final stages of packing. Letty was folding panties and bras into a box, while Rey was busy taping another one shut.

"What's with all the boxes?" he asked, raising an eyebrow as he addressed his daughter. 

Letty exchanged a quick glance with Rey, before setting down the one piece lingerie set she was folding and meeting her father's gaze, her nerves shifting into overdrive as her eyes followed Rey as she excused herself, giving them some privacy. 

"I'm moving in with Juice," Letty quickly blurted out. "Didn't I mention that?" she asked causally, flashing her father her signature innocent smile. 

Clay's eyebrows shot up in surprise, "No, you didn't! I think I would of remembered my daughter telling me she was moving in with her bozo boyfriend." 

Letty's eyes narrowed at her father, "Don't talk about him like that," she scolded, pointing an warning finger at him. 

Clay glanced around the room, his expression stern as he took in the evidence of Letty's impending move. He knew she and Juice had been serious for some time now, but this was a significant step, one that caught him off guard.

Letty stood up, facing her father with determination in her eyes, "I love him, Daddy," she said quietly but firmly. "And I want to take this next step with him, especially with everything going on. Life's too short." 

Clay sighed heavily, he knew Letty was independent and strong-willed, traits she undoubtedly inherited from her mother. As much as he wanted to protect her, he also knew he had to respect her decisions, "You dead serious about this?" 

"Yes!" A wide grin crossed Letty's face, her father's support and opinion were very important to her, so to have his blessing met everything to her. "At least until we buy our own place. He's place was just closer to everything," she said, turning her back to her father as she continued to pack up her undergarments. 

"Buy your own place?!" Clay's voice raise, his initial surprise flooding back. 

"Yes," Letty said as she carefully turned back around to face her father. 

And all she was met with, was a look of concern, "You think that's a good idea right now, baby? With you out of work and all?"

"I know it's not ideal, Dad, but I can start working at T.M. again. I know the ropes, and I can help out until I find something else."

Clay's expression hardened, "Letty, I can't afford to put another person on the payroll right now. Things are tight."

Letty's temper flared as she let out a loud scoff, a look of offence crossing her features, "You can't afford to put your own daughter on the payroll?! Seriously, Dad?! I thought family meant more to you than that."

"It does, Letty. You know it does. But this isn't about playing favourites. It's about keeping the shop afloat. We've got bills to pay, and I can't stretch the budget any thinner."

Letty clenched her fists, feeling her frustration rise, "I can't believe this. I need your support right now, and you're telling me you can't help me out?"

Clay sighed, running a hand through his greying hair, "It's not just about the money, Letty. You need to think this through. Buying a house is a big commitment, and without a stable job, it's a risk."

"I can find another job," Letty snapped. "I'm not helpless. I just need a little help right now, and it hurts that my own father can't see that."

Clay's eyes softened, but his voice remained firm, "I see it, Letty. I do. But I also see the bigger picture. I want you to be secure, not just for a few months, but long-term. Jumping into a mortgage without steady income isn't the way to do that."

Letty felt the sting of his words, even though she knew he was speaking from experience, "So, what am I supposed to do, Dad? Just sit around and wait for a pile of cash to fall into my lap?! I want to build a future with the man I love. Because goddamn it, I deserve to be happy for once," she said as tears of frustration slid down her cheeks, but she was quick to wipe them away. 

Clay's features softening, stepping forward to cup her face with both hands, looking deep into the eyes she inherited from her mother, "You're a Morrow. You're tough and resourceful. You'll find a way. But making big financial commitments right now isn't the best move. I just want you to be smart about this."

Letty's anger simmered, whacking her father's hands off her face, "Fine. I get it. You don't think I can handle it. Thanks for the vote of confidence, Dad!" she hissed, pushing past him and storming out of the house, slamming the front door closed behind her, moments later, the roar of her mustang filled the air. And then the undeniable screech of car tires against pavement sounded as Letty back out of the driveway.

Clay knew Letty was tough, but the world had a way of breaking even the strongest people. He just hoped she wouldn't have to learn that the hard way.

***

Letty sped down the road, her emotions a mix of frustration and hurt. She headed straight for Juice's house, well, her house now too, her mind racing. She needed to talk to him, to find some solace and maybe a solution. As she burst through the front door, Juice rounded the corner, a towel wrapped around his waist, clearly having just stepped out of the shower. His eyes instantly lighting up when he saw her. 

"Welcome home, baby," Juice said, walking over to her and pulling her into a passionate kiss.

Letty immediately melted into the kiss, her hands moving to sit on his bare chest, humming, her eyes opening as they finally pulled away, "I could get used to this," she murmured, wrapping her arms around his neck as she leaned her forehead on his. 

"Yeah?" Juice asked, biting his bottom lip as his eyes darkened with desire. 

Letty hummed in response, nodding her head. 

A squeal escaped Letty's lips as Juice squeezed her ass, lifting her up from the ground as he captured her lips with his once more. 

Letty's legs instinctively went around his waist as Juice backed over to the couch, sitting down on it, their lips never parting, their tongues now coming into play as Letty started to grind against his hardening boner. 

But a whine escaped Juice's throat as Letty pulled away, resting her forehead on his once more, "Sorry," she sighed. "I just--It's my dad," she breathed out, unable to shut out her racing thoughts. 

"That's not what a guy wants to hear when there girlfriend is grinding against their cock, baby," he said, chuckling nervously. 

"I'm sorry, Ju," Letty said, climbing off him and taking a seat on the couch beside him. "He just pissed me off," she hissed through gritted teeth, running a hand through her hair. 

"Okay, pause," Juice slightly groaned as he readjusted the towel to cover his little friend that was threatening to escape. "I'll go get dressed," he said, standing up. "Crack open a bottle of wine," he said, leaning over to hover over her, his hands sitting either side of her head on the back of the couch. "And you can tell me all about it. Sound good?" 

A large smile spread across Letty's face as she reached up to caress his cheek, "Sounds great." 

"Dinner's on the stove too. Help yourself," he said, leaning closer to press a quick kiss on her lips. 

"Ooh...I could really can used to this," Letty said, biting into her bottom lip, before grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him into a somewhat aggressive kiss that still radiated her pure love for this man. 

Juice groaned, pulling back, feeling himself getting aroused once again, "Hold that thought, all right? Five minutes," he said, pushing off the couch and rushing off to go get dressed. 

Letty watched him go for a moment, her eyes lingering down to his ass for way too long, but once he was out of sight, she pushed herself to her feet. Making her way to the kitchen, she was met with the homey and inviting smell of a home cooked meal. 

As she entered the kitchen, her eyes immediately landed on the fridge. There, front and center, was a note stuck with a Harley Davidson magnet. Curious, she pulled it off and began to read:

Welcome home, my little reaper, 

I can't wait to start this beautiful journey with you, Lett. Dinner's on the stove and a bottle of your favorite red wine is chilling in the fridge.

Here's to our first night together and many more to come.

Love always, 

Your JuJu 

P.S. Be prepared for lots of cuddles tonight! 

Tears welled up in Letty's eyes as she read the note, her heart swelling with love and gratitude. Juice had thought of everything. She hugged the note to her chest for a moment, before carefully placing it back on the fridge, securing it with the magnet.

She opened the cupboard, standing on her tipy toes, she pulled down a plate and headed for the stove where her favorite pasta dish, still warm, was waiting for her to enjoy.

As she started to scoop some pasta onto her plate, a set of strong arms wrapped themselves around her waist and she instinctively leaned back, enjoying the feeling of Juice's warm body pressed against her. 

"Hey, baby," he whisper against her ear as he playfully nibble on it, before he started to place kisses down her neck, his warm breath hitting against her skin sent a shiver down Letty's spine, while she squeezed her legs shut, feeling his boner rise against her ass. 

A cheeky smile crossed Letty's face, "Hey yourself," she replied, placing down the plate, spinning around and wrapping her arms around his neck. "I saw your note. It was so sweet, Ju. Thank you."

Juice leaned in, kissing her softly, "I'm glad you liked it." 

"You eaten?" Letty asked as she pulled away. 

"I was waiting for you," he said, his voice sounding so innocently cute to Letty. 

Her heart swelling in awe as a smile tugged at the corners of her lips, her cheeks turning a rosy red, "Well, in that case, why don't you take a seat and I'll serve you some." 

Juice nodded, leaning over to place a kiss on her cheek, his hands lingering on her hips for a moment, before he reluctantly pulled back, "I'll crack that bottle open." 

Letty's smile widened as she ran her hand down his cheek gently, "Sounds perfect, baby," she mused, before turning around to plate up dinner. Her smile turned into a smirk when she felt Juice's eyes travel down to her ass, until shuffling sounded behind her, indicating he had now went off to do what he had said he would. 

Letty carefully scooped the steaming pasta onto both their plates. The rich aroma of garlic, basil and tomatoes filled the air, making her stomach growl in anticipation.

Juice, pulled the fridge open, grabbing out the bottle of wine that sat on ice, placing it on the table as he walked over to grab a corkscrew from the draw, placing a kiss on Letty's cheek as he past her, making a smile grace her face.

Juice's eyes flickered with a mixture of concentration and satisfaction as he expertly uncorked the bottle, the soft pop adding to the kitchen's symphony of sounds. He smiled to himself, glancing over at Letty, who was adding a sprinkle of freshly grated Parmesan cheese to their pasta.

"It really smells amazing, baby," Letty said as she turned to Juice, who placed the bottle on the counter and grabbed two wine glasses from the cupboard. He poured a generous amount into each glass, the deep red liquid swirling gracefully as it settled.

Juice look up from his task, his eyes sparkling with warmth, "Thanks. I hope it tastes as good as it smells," he replied, a playful grin tugging at his lips.

Juice walked over to the table, setting down the wine glasses, before returning to help Letty carry the plates, "With your cooking, I have no doubt," she beamed, her voice full of genuine admiration.

Juice rolled his eyes playfully, waving a dismissive hand, "Flattery will get you everywhere," he teased, as she handed him one of the plates.

Together, they carried their dinner to the small, rustic dining table in the corner of the kitchen. It was a cozy spot, perfect for intimate meals and late-night conversations.

The table was adorned with a simple, yet elegant, centerpiece: a small vase of fresh flowers Juice had bought earlier that day, adding a touch of colour and life to the room.

They sat down, the wooden chairs creaking slightly as they settled in. And as they took their first sips of wine, and bites of food, Letty couldn't help but feel a deep sense of contentment. Here, in this moment, everything felt perfect. They were building a life together, one filled with love, laughter, and the promise of a bright future.

"So, what's happening?" Juice asked, breaking the peaceful silence that came over them as he took another sip of wine. "What did Clay do now?" 

Letty let out a deep sigh, the frustration she felt moments ago had returned, "I told him about us wanting to buy a house, and he totally shit all over the idea. He said it's too risky for me to buy without a stable job."

Juice shuffled over in his chair to sit beside his girlfriend, wrapping his arm around her, "It's okay, babe. We'll figure something out."

Looking up at him, Letty took in a long breath, "But how? Without a job, I can't contribute. I don't want to be a burden on you, Juice." 

Juice simply smiled at the girl in awe, turning them both around in the chairs, he lifted his hand up to caress her cheek softly, "Listen, I've been thinking. I can sell this place...I've got a few grand saved up. With all that, we should be able to buy a new house."

Letty was immediately shaking her head in protest, "No way in hell! I don't want you to give up everything just because I want a bigger house. I want to help, to contribute."

"I know, baby," Juice said softly, the smile never leaving his face. "But I just want to give you everything you've ever wanted. Let me look after my girl. Let me give you your dream home."

"But what about you?" Letty countered, her voice breaking - he was being to generous. "I don't want you to spend all your money and make you sell your home just because of me. I don't want you to give up your dreams."

Juice smile widened, his heart was aching for this beautiful woman in front of him, "You are my dream, Letty. Everything I've saved, everything I've worked for, it's all for us. I want to build a life with you, and if that means selling my place and spending my savings, then that's what I'll do."

Letty sighed in slight defeat, feeling a mix of gratitude and guilt, "I love you so much. But I don't want you to regret this. You were saving that money for a reason."

Letty knew Juice always wanted to own and run his own weed distillery, which he had been saving for - she didn't want him to just give that all up. 

"And now I've got an even better reason," Juice said, taking her hands in his. "You. Us. Our future together."

Letty wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in the crook of his neck, breathing in the familiar scent of his cologne, "I just don't want to be the reason you give up on your dreams."

"I'm not giving up on anything, Letty. We're building something together. It's not just about me anymore. It's about us."

Letty nodded, feeling a sense of peace settle over her, "Okay," she said, pulling back to meet his gaze with a determined look in her eyes. "But I'm going to find a job as soon as possible. I want to contribute, to be your partner in this."

"I wouldn't have it any other way," Juice said, leaning forehead and pressing his lips onto her forehead. "We're in this together, baby. Always."

A mischievous twinkle shone in Letty's eyes as she meet his gaze, a playful smile tugging at her lips, before she pulled him into a deeply passionate kiss. When they finally broke apart, their chest heaved as they struggled to catch their breaths, and Letty whispered, "You want to come play with me?"

Juice chuckled, his hand resting on her thigh, "We've been fucking like rabbits lately and you're still horny?"

Letty grinned, a wicked glint in her eyes, "Shut up and bring me to our bedroom," she said, putting emphasis on the word, 'our'. 

Juice laughed, getting to his feet, before lifting her effortlessly into his arms, making her squeal joyfully, "Your wish is my command, princess."

He carried her up the stairs, the worries of the day momentarily forgotten in the heat of the moment. As they crossed the threshold into their bedroom, Letty felt a surge of excitement and love. No matter the challenges they faced, they had each other, and that was enough. 

Juice laid her gently on the bed, his eyes filled with desire and affection, "You sure know how to distract a guy from his dinner."

Letty pulled him down to her, their bodies pressed together, "It was time for dessert," she murmured, before their lips met again in a fervent kiss, sealing their promise to face whatever came their way, together.

Letty's eyes burned with a fierce intensity as she pulled Juice closer to her. The room seemed to pulse with the heat of their desire, the air thick with anticipation. Letty took control, pushing Juice onto the mattress, his back colliding with the soft, elegant memory foam as Letty wasted no time, straddling him, her long nails digging into his skin as her hands roamed over his chest.

"You're mine tonight," she hissed through gritted teeth, her voice husky and demanding.

Juice's breath hitched, his eyes darkening with lust, "I'm always yours, baby."

Letty leaned down, capturing his lips in a searing kiss, her tongue teasing his as she grinded her hips against him. Juice grunted as Letty bit down on his lower lip, drawing blood, but that didn't stop her as she continued to devour his lips in a hungry kiss, while Juice's hands gripped her hips, guiding her movements fiercely. 

"God, you're so beautiful," he practically growled against her lips. "I love you, Letty."

Letty pulled back slightly, her eyes locked on his, "Show me how much you love me. Take what's yours."

With a wicked grin, she slid off him momentarily to undo his jeans. Juice lifted his hips to allow her to pull down his jeans and boxer briefs. Juice's breath caught in his throat, watching Letty slowly and seductively slid off her denim skirt, letting his shirt slid off her shoulders, before pulling off her tank top and dropping it to the floor. 

Once again, Letty positioned herself on top of him and started to grind against him, Juice could feel the damp fabric rub against his smooth shaft. Pushing her panties aside, his fingers slid into her wet heat, making her gasp.

"Fuck, Juice," she moaned, her hips rocking against his hand. "I need you so bad."

"Then take me, baby. I'm right here," he growled, his voice rough with need.

Letty slid off him once again and lay back to slide off her panties, while Juice leaned over to his bedside drawer and pulled out a condom, ripping the wrapper open and dumping it on top of the small cabinet, he placed it on with ease, just as Letty positioned herself over him, before slowly lowering herself onto his length, savouring every inch as he filled her, her eyes rolling to the back of her head. 

They both moaned, the sensation electrifying. Juice was quick to reach over and unclip her bra, practically ripping it off her shoulders and tossing it across the room. Letty had set a steady rhythm, her movements confident and controlled.

"You're perfect," Juice whispered, his hands caressing her breasts. "I love watching you ride me, baby. Your tits bouncin'. Shit, you're so hot." 

Letty smirked, a flush spreading across her cheeks, as a hiss escaped her lips as her hand grasped around his neck, the force slamming him back down to the mattress, "You like it when I take control, huh?"

Juice rapidly nodded his head, his eyes never leaving hers as they filled with admiration and desire, "I love it. You're incredible."

Letty increased her pace, the pressure building inside her, "Don't hold back, baby. I want to hear you. I want to hear you moan for me." 

"Fuck, baby," he moaned, his hands moving up to grip her hips, helping to guide her movements. "You feel so good. So fucking tight."

Their bodies moved together, a seamless dance of passion and connection. Letty leaned down, capturing his lips in another fierce kiss, their tongues tangling as they lost themselves in each other.

"You're my dream, Letty," Juice murmured against her lips, his voice trembling with emotion. "All I ever wanted."

Tears of love and joy filled Letty's eyes, "And you're mine, Juice. I want us to have everything."

Juice thrusted up into her tight form, making Letty cry out in pleasure, "We will, baby. I promise."

Letty's movements became frantic, her climax building rapidly, "Juice, I'm so close."

"Me too," he panted, his hips meeting hers in perfect rhythm. "Let go, baby. I've got you. I've always got you."

With a final, desperate cry, Letty shattered, her body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over her. Juice followed seconds later, his release tearing through him as he held her close.

They collapsed together, a tangle of limbs and heavy breaths, the intensity of their connection leaving them both breathless. 

Letty rested her forehead against his, their hearts beating in sync, "You know, I've never loved anyway as much as I love you," she whispered, her voice full of contentment. "And it scares me sometimes." 

Juice gently took a hold of her face, getting lost in her eyes as he spoke, "You have nothing to be afraid of, baby. I'm not going anywhere. Because you're the one that taught me what love is," he confessed, kissing her softly. "I love you more than life, Letty. And now that, babe, is a dangerous thing." And right then and there, something flashed in Juice's eyes, something Letty never saw before and it sent a chill down her spine. 

Letty reached out to caress his cheek, her eyes slightly wide, "Juice--" 

Juice grabbed her hand from his cheek firmly as the other hand caressed her cheek as he gazed into her eyes once more, "No one is ever going to hurt you again." 

Before Letty could respond, Juice pulled her down to his chest, wrapping his arms around her tightly, "I'm gonna keep you safe," he murmured against her skin, before placing a kiss on her cheek. 

And as they lay there, wrapped in each other's arms, the world outside seemed to fade away. In that moment, nothing else mattered but the love and passion they shared, a promise of the life they would build together.

***

The morning sun filtered softly through the thin curtains, casting a warm, golden glow over the couple's bedroom. Letty stirred under the sheets, feeling the comforting weight of Juice's arm draped over her. The events of the previous night replayed in her mind - a night filled with fiery passion and whispered promises. She turned to face him, her eyes tracing the lines of his face, relaxed and peaceful in sleep.

Juice slowly opened his eyes, a lazy smile spreading across his lips as he saw Letty watching him. He leaned in, placing a tender kiss on her lips. 

"Morning, beautiful," he murmured.

Letty smiled, her heart swelling with love as she nestled her head in the crook of his neck, wrapping her arms around his waist, savouring the warmth of his embrace, "Morning. Last night was...incredible," she said softly.

Juice chuckled, his fingers gently tracing patterns on her bare shoulder, "Yeah, it was," he said, placing a kiss on her shoulder. "I want to show you something." 

Letty lifted her head from the crook of his neck and raised an eyebrow as she met her boyfriend's gaze. 

Juice reluctantly pulled away, sitting up and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. He grabbed his jeans from the floor, slipping them on, before walking over to the chair where his kutte was draped. 

Letty sat up, holding the sheets to her chest, watching him with a mix of curiosity and anticipation. 

Juice picked up his kutte and turned to face her, his expression serious but his eyes filled with so much love, "I've wanted to show you this for a while, but it only got finished yesterday," he said, walking back to the bed and handing her his kutte.

Letty took it, feeling the familiar weight and texture of the leather. Her eyes scanned over the patches she knew so well until they landed on something new. Over the heart, a small, elegant patch had been sewn on recently. It was a motorbike with the words 'Ride or Die' surrounding it, and in the centre, the initials, 'L.M.' 

Letty's breath caught in her throat. She traced the patch with her fingertips, tears welling up in her eyes, "Juice..." she whispered, her voice shaking slightly with built up emotion. 

Juice sat down beside her, taking her free hand in his, "This is so you never doubt how much I love you again. You're my ride or die, baby. And I wanted something on my kutte that represents that."

 "Like my necklace," she said, instinctively reaching for the small pendant she always wore around her neck.

"Yeah," Juice nodded. "So, no matter what, you're always with me," he whispered, wiping a couple of tears that slid down Letty's cheeks. 

"And you're always with me," Letty murmured, her voice breaking with emotion.

"Exactly," Juice ginned widely.

More tears fell down Letty's face, but a smile was present as she looked up at Juice, seeing the sincerity and love in his eyes. She leaned in, capturing his lips in a deep, heartfelt kiss, "I love you so much, Juan Carlos Ortiz. You have no idea what this means to me," she said, her voice trembling with emotion.

Juice wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. They stayed like that for a long moment, simply holding each other, letting the love and connection between them speak louder than words, "I love you too, Letty. You're my everything." 

Letty pulled back slightly, still holding his kutte, "And you'll never have to prove it again. I know now."

Juice smiled as he brought her in for a slow, but sweet kiss, sealing their vow of love and loyalty.

"Ride or die, right?" Letty whispered against his lips.

"Ride or die, baby," he whispered back. 

They dropped back down together as their kiss deepened and turned more urgent with a hint of hunger to it, the kutte perfectly draping over their nude figures. The patch was a symbol of their unbreakable bond. And in the quiet morning light, surrounded by the warmth of their love, they knew they could face anything as long as they had each other.

***

LETTY'S OUTFIT 

Juice rummaged through the draw, searching for his phone charger, when his fingers brushed against something unfamiliar. He pulled out a small vial of white powder, his expression shifting from confusion to concern. Turning to Letty, who was folding some bedsheets on the bed, preparing for the large amount of guests that were soon going to be occupying the clubhouse, holding up the vial.

"Hey, Lett, what's this?"

Letty's eyes widened as she dropped the fitted sheet she was attempting to fold, "Shit."

"You sniffing coke now?" Juice's voice rose, but he wasn't angry, he was worried. 

"No. God, no!" Letty stepped closer, shaking her head.

"Then why do you have it?" Juice's frown deepened, concern evident in his tone.

Letty sighed, avoiding his gaze as she played with the strap from her leather jacket, "I got it when you were in county."

"Why? How?" Juice's worry turned into a stern demand for answers.

"When we had to give Lyla's dealer a shakedown, I took a vial," Letty's voice was barely above a whisper.

Juice stepped closer, his eyes searching hers, "Again, why?"

Letty's voice broke as she replied, "Because I missed you, you idiot! Because I was worried about you! I heard you got stabbed and no one was telling me a goddamn thing! I thought I was never gonna see you again," she confessed, sucking in a shaky breath as her lips quivered and tears filled her eyes. 

Juice's features softened, replaced by a look of empathy, "Baby--"

"I only took like one hit. I haven't touched it since, I promise," Letty cut him off, her eyes pleading for understanding.

"Then why's it in your draw?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. 

Letty threw her hands up, exasperated, "I don't know! Because I didn't want Rey to find it at home."

Juice shook his head, still not satisfied, "Why not just get rid of it then?"

Fine!" Letty snapped, storming over and snatching the vial from Juice's hand and marched into the bathroom, Juice following closely behind. With a determined look, she opened the vial and flushed the contents down the toilet. Turning to face him with defiance, she asked, "There. You happy now?"

"No," he pouted out his bottom lip, crossing his arms over his chest. "That was good shit," he smirked, trying to lighten the mood

Letty rolled her eyes and shoved him playfully, "You're an idiot."

Juice grabbed her by the waist, pulling her close as she let out a surprised squeal, "Yeah, but I'm your idiot."

"Oh, really?" Letty grinned, chuckling as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Ah-huh," Juice nodded, leaning in to kiss her.

Letty squealed again as he lifted her up and placed her on the bathroom basin, their lips locking in a passionate kiss. Her legs wrapped around his waist just as Juice kicked the door closed, their laughter and wet kisses filling the small space.

The intensity of their emotions spilled over, a blend of relief, love, and a hint of the wild edge that had always defined their relationship. In that moment, all the worry and tension melted away, replaced by a connection that neither of them could deny or truly explain. 

***

CLEO'S OUTFIT

Cleo hurriedly packed the last of her bags into the trunk of Lyla's car. Her movements were quick and efficient, the urgency of the situation clear in her every action. She glanced over at Opie's house that had become home to her these last few weeks, her eyes briefly meeting Opie's through the window. His expression was tense but determined, a silent promise that he would keep them all safe.

Lyla stood nearby, Kaeden by her side, like usual his eyes were glued to his game boy. She offered Cleo a reassuring smile, though the worry in her eyes was unmistakable, "You ready for this?" she asked, her voice steady despite the underlying tension.

Cleo nodded, closing the trunk with a firm slam, "As ready as I'll ever be," she replied, taking a deep breath. She turned to Kenny and Ellie, who were standing by the car, looking a little confused and scared. She knelt down to their level, giving them each a comforting hug, "It's going to be okay, guys. We're just going on a little trip that's all."

Kenny nodded, trying to be brave for his sister, while Ellie clung to Cleo, her hands gripping tightly, "I don't want to go," she whispered, her voice trembling.

Cleo's heart ached for the little girl, "I know, sweetheart," she said softly. "But we have to. Your dad needs us to be safe."

Ellie nodded reluctantly, and Cleo stood up, giving Lyla a grateful look, "Thanks for coming with us," she said. "I know it's not easy, but having you here means a lot."

Lyla smiled, ruffling Kaeden's hair, making him whine as he slapped her hand away. 

"Argh! Mum, stop!" he grumbled in annoyance, desperately trying to fix his hair, while his eyes remained glued to his game. 

"We're family," Lyla declared. "We stick together, no matter what."

Opie emerged from the house, carrying a few more bags. He placed them in the car and then turned to Cleo, pulling her into a tight embrace, "Thank you," he murmured against her hair. "For everything."

Cleo held him just as tightly, drawing strength from his presence, "We'll get through this," she said, her voice firm with conviction. "Together."

He placed a sweet kiss to her lips, before turning to Lyla, "You ready?" he asked, his tone brisk but kind.

Lyla nodded, as she help Cleo guide all the kids into the backseat, "Let's do this."

Cleo, Lyla and the kids, all piled into the car, the atmosphere heavy with unspoken fears and hopes. As Lyla started the engine, Cleo glanced at Opie on his Harley in the rear-view mirror. His eyes met hers, a silent communication passing between them. They were heading into uncertain territory, but they would face it together, as a family.

***

The clubhouse was alive with the sounds of laughter, chatter and the roaring engines coming from outside in the compound, but Letty and Juice found a quiet corner to house hunt on Juice's laptop. Amid the chaos, their focus remained solely on the glowing screen in front of them, where countless homes flickered by in rapid succession.

Juice scrolled through another listing and stopped, "What about this one?" he asked, turning the screen toward Letty.

Instantly, Letty pouted, shaking her head in protest, "But it doesn't have a fence," she whined, folding her arms over her chest. 

Juice chuckled, leaning back in his chair, "You're serious about this dog thing, huh?"

"Yep. I want the whole shebang!" Letty's eyes sparkled as she spoke, her hands gesturing animatedly. "A wrap-around veranda where we can sit and watch the sunset, a charming white picket fence that says 'welcome home,' a big backyard that wraps around the whole house perfect for a dog to run around in. Everything I've ever dreamed of."

Juice grinned, his eyes twinkling with wonder, "Kids?"

Letty chuckled nervously, glancing at him, "Do you want kids?"

"Oh yeah, loads! Like a whole footie team," Juice's smile widened.

Letty scoffed, playfully whacking him on the arm, "Juan Carlos Ortiz, I am not an oven!"

Juice laughed, shaking his head, "I know. I'm only kidding. I always thought two was a good amount. A boy and a girl. How about you?"

Letty looked down, her nerves showing as she started to play with the loose threads of her ripped jeans, "I never really saw myself as a mother, but then again, I never thought I'd meet someone like you."

"Yeah?" Juice inquired, his eyebrows raising as he bit into his bottom lip. 

Letty nodded, a small smile playing on her lips, "Yeah, so maybe one day. It's not like we're talking about tomorrow, right?" 

Juice smiled, his hand covering hers, "No. Someday though."

Before Letty could reply, they were interrupted by Half-Sack.

"Yo, people are arriving," he announced, his voice cutting through their conversation.

Juice sighed, glancing at the laptop, "Shit, all right. We'll finish this later, baby. Gotta get shit sorted."

Letty nodded, closing the laptop, "Okay."

Juice leaned in, kissing her lips with an extra amount of passion and tongue, "I love you so fucking much, baby." 

Letty smiled, her eyes shining, "I love you more."

"Not possible," Juice flashed her a wink, a mischievous glint in his eye as he ran off to handle the incoming guests, leaving Letty giggling in their little corner, her heart full and her dreams within reach. 

And as she watched Juice disappear into the throng of people, Letty couldn't help but imagine their future. She pictured them sitting on the veranda, watching the sunset with a dog at their feet and their children playing in the yard. It was what she had always wanted: a home, a family, and a future with the man she loved.

***

The clubhouse buzzed with activity as everyone arrived for the lockdown. Letty and Juice, hand in hand, scanned the incoming crowd, their eyes seeking out Jax. As soon as they spotted him, they broke into a run, "Everyone's in," Letty informed him, her voice steady despite the tension in the air.

Jax nodded, his expression serious, "Okay, good. Lock it down."

Juice immediately turned to the guys stationed at the gate, his voice carrying authority, "Hey, lock it down!" he called out, jogging over to ensure the order was executed promptly.

The gate clanged shut with a finality that echoed through the compound. Juice and Letty exchanged a quick glance, their hands still linked as they made their way back to Jax.

"All clear?" Jax asked, his eyes scanning the perimeter.

"Yeah," Juice confirmed. "Everything's secure."

Jax exhaled, a brief moment of relief crossing his face, "Good. Let's get everyone inside and settled. We need to go over the plan."

Letty and Juice nodded, moving with purpose as they guided the remaining arrivals inside. The clubhouse was a hive of controlled chaos, members and their families finding spots to settle down, the tension of the impending lockdown hung heavy in the air.

Kids clung to their parents, and the women clustered together, whispering in hushed tones. Letty's heart ached at the sight, but she reminded herself, this was their life, and they had to face it head-on.

Juice came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind and placed a gentle kiss on her shoulder as she instinctively leaned into him, "You good?" he asked, his eyes searching hers as she turned to face him, caressing his cheek softly. 

"Yeah," she replied, managing a small smile. "Just want to get it over with, you know?"

Juice nodded, his expression softening, "We'll get through this, Letty. Together."

Letty nodded, feeling a surge of determination, "Ride or die, baby," she said, pulling him down for a kiss. 

The sound of Tig letting out a loud whistle broke the couple's passionate kiss, "Everybody! Listen up!" He's booming voice then followed, vibrating off the walls of the clubhouse.  

As the music stopped and silence filled the room, Clay made his way to the front of the room, his arm draped around Gemma's waist, the president's presence commanded attention as he began to address the crowd, "Okay. I want to welcome you all to the Club Reaper. I'm glad you made your reservations early 'cause, as you can see, we are booked to capacity. You're here because you're family. And because Samcro takes care of its own. Next couple of days, this club's got some business to handle that could put our members and the people connected to us in...unfriendly situations. Now, chances are, nothing's going to happen, but...people have already been hurt on my watch."

Clay met his daughter's gaze, and she could see the guilt in his eyes as they glistened with unshed tears, the news of what happened to Letty was still a tough pill to swallow, "And that ain't ever going to happen again," he said with determination, the two of them exchanging a look, a silent promise to each other that no matter what, they would face it together as a family. 

Juice's grip around her waist tightened as he placed a few kisses on her neck and shoulder, keeping her grounded, "I got ya," he whispered, his voice steady.

"Yeah, you do," Letty replied, looking up at him with a smile, caressing his cheek and placing a quick kiss on his cheek, before her attention went back to her father. 

"Nobody gets in," Clay announced. "Nobody leaves without an escort. You got a safety concern, you talk to Piney." The man, who sat at his usual spot at the bar, raised his beer in the air, identifying himself. "You got a comfort concern, you talk to my queen." Gemma with a firm stance and stern gaze sent the crowd a nod. "Under this roof, you'll all be safe. I want you to make yourself at home. I love all of you."

"All right!" Tig's voice boomed through the room once more, eliciting claps and cheers from all who gathered. 

Clay made his way over to his daughter and Juice, bringing Letty in for a hug, placing a tender kiss on her cheek, before pulling away and turning to the man who held his daughter's heart. He simply looked him up and down like a protective father for a moment, before patting him on the shoulder and offering him his hand to shake, which Juice took and shook it firmly. 

Clay then pulled him into his chest, bringing him in for a brotherly embrace, patting his back affectionately, "I love you, brother. You take care of my little girl," he whispered into his ear, his tone carrying a hint of warning. 

Juice nodded firmly, "Always," he said with determination in his eyes as Clay pulled back. And with one final nod, he sent his daughter a smile, rubbing her arm, before making his way over to Jax and Gemma. 

***

"Got all the ammo. We just need the AKs," Tig said as he made his way into the Chapel. Letty was already sitting at the table on Juice's lap, who had his hands securely wrapped around her waist, while he rested his chin on her shoulder. Letty was absentmindedly drawing shapes on his hands and arms as everyone filled the room. 

"We got two cases at the safe house. The problem is, ATF will be sitting on it, waiting for Cameron to show," Clay informed them all from the head of the table. 

"And when he does, Stahl's going to get to Jimmy O and tag me the rat," Chibs said, shaking his head in disbelief and frustration.  

"Hey!" Letty reached over to grab his hand. "Your family is going to be protected, right, Dad?" her gaze met her father's from across the room as she raised an eyebrow. 

Clay nodded his head in agreement, "Already put a call in to McGee in Belfast. Club's going to watch over Kerrianne." 

"And I already called Kerrianne, she's all good," Letty reassured him, earning an appreciative smile from Chibs. "Normal teenager, complaining about being on lockdown," she informed him with a chuckle. 

"Thank you," he said, bringing her hand, that was still linked with his, up to his lips, placing a kiss on her knuckles, making a smile grace her face. 

"And you should reach out to Fiona. Bring her in. We'll keep her safe," Bobby said, a cigarette dangling between his lips. 

At the mention of the woman Letty hated with a passion, her whole face contorted in disgust. 

"Letty," Chibs scolded, sending the girl a stern look. 

"What?! I didn't say anything." 

"But your face did." 

Letty simply rolled her eyes. 

"I mean it, Letty. When she's here you gotta show her some respect, all right? No snarky comments, nothing." 

Letty sighed in frustration, "Fine," she said, raising a hand and placing another over her heart. "I, Letitia Lorraine Morrow, solemnly swear I will show Fiona Larkin the respect she does not deserve," she said, flashing the man a mocking smirk. 

But Chibs was not amused, "Really?" 

"What?" Letty asked, playing dumb as if she didn't know what she said was wrong, this elicited laughter around the table. 

"Dude, I'd take it," Tig chimed in. "That's the best you're gonna get. Remember the Lola incident?" Everyone pulled 'ooh' faces, remembering the events clearly. 

"Hey!" Letty called out in offence. "She was a whore. And you deserved better." 

"I wouldn't know. You threw you out before she even made it through the door!" 

More chuckles came from the guys. 

"Just looking out for my boys." 

"Yeah, we know. And we appreciate it," Tig said from his spot beside her, wrapping his arm over her shoulders and placing a kiss on her cheek. 

"So, we think we got a way to get our guns and convince Jimmy who the real rat is," Jax said, looking over to Unser, who had a file in hand. 

"Right. Lifted these from ATF before they left," Unser said, approaching the table and placing the open file down for all to see, an image of Cameron and Edmond meeting with Zobelle, Weston and Polly was inside. 

Jax handed a few photos around to some of the guys, before turning his attention back to Chibs, "We show Jimmy that Cameron and Edmond have been under the ATF's thumb, should be enough to convince the IRA the betrayal's in-house." 

Chibs nodded his head, "Good." 

"And how do we get our guns from the safe house?" Happy inquired from behind Letty.

Letty turned around to face him, a large smirk spreading from ear to ear, "The old bait-and-switch, baby!" 

"We'll move on the Irish," Clay stated, before turning his attention to Jax. "You, Ope, and Juice start spreading the racial harmony gossip, all right?" 

"Ooh...I love a little gossip," Letty said, pushing herself to her feet.  

"No," Clay immediately shook his head. "No way in hell," he said, looking at his daughter in bewilderment. 

"What?" Letty scoffed in amusement. "You think I'm gonna hide in here like some bitch. I'm not gonna give him that kind of satisfaction, Dad." 

Clay sighed, running a hand down his face, "Fine. But you're just spreading the word. Don't start anything," he warning, pointing a stern finger at her. 

Letty gasped, placing a hand over her heart, "When have I ever caused any trouble?" 

At those words, laughter echoed around the room. 

"Every time you open your mouth," Opie retorted. 

Another gasp escaped Letty's lips, "I'm offended." 

"You're delusional, is what you are." 

Letty let out a loud sarcastic laugh, "Go suck a dick, Ope," she sneered, flashing Opie a smirk, before she linked her fingers with Juice's and started to make her way out of the Chapel with the other guys, but stopped by the door when she caught sight of Half-Sack, who look depressed. "Just give me a minute. I'll meet you out front," she said, cupping the side of Juice's face as she pulled him down for a quick kiss. 

"Okay," Juice nodded, patting Half-Sack on the shoulder on his way out. 

"Hey, Sack," she said, offering him a kind smile. "Are you alright?" 

"No," he said with a sigh. "My body rejected the implant." 

Letty's face dropped, overcome with empathy, "Awe, I'm sorry," she said, bringing him in for a hug. 

He loosely wrapped one arm around her in return, but only for a second, before he pulled back, "It was a stupid idea anyway," he said, brushing it off nonchalantly. 

Letty frowned with sympathy, "But, hey, look at it this way if it worked we would of had to give you a different nickname," she started, trying to lighten the mood. "Hey, sweet cheeks," she said, flashing him a smirk as she playfully shoved him. 

"Okay, I have to know. Why do you call me that anyway?" 

"I don't know," Letty thought about it, before shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly. "You just kind of look like a guy that likes to take it up the ass." 

This elicited laughter from the guys left in the Chapel. 

"Aye, she's right," Chibs nodded his head in agreement. "Ey, sweet cheeks?" 

"No, no, no, that's not becoming a thing," Half-Sack protested. 

"Awe, why not," Letty pouted out her bottom lip. "I think it's cute." 

"You really don't make it easy to be your friend sometimes, Lett," he said, before he turned to leave, shaking his head in disbelief as they boys continued to laugh and taunt him on his way out. 

"Hey, you love me!" Letty called after him. 

"No, I really don't," Half-Sack called back over his shoulder, his tone carrying a hint of affection. 

Letty chuckled as she turned her attention to her father and her three crazy uncles, "That boy needs cheering up. Where's he at with this prospect shit?" she directed her question at Chibs with a raised eyebrow, but her eyes also travelled over to her father, who would make the final decision. 

"His year's up in about, uh, a month," Chibs replied. 

"How is everybody feeling about him patching in?" Bobby asked, the cigarette still dangling between his lips. 

Chibs nodded his head, "Yeah." 

"Half a sack...shitload of balls," Letty quipped, before snatching the cigarette from Bobby's lips, lighting it up and taking a drag, earning a glare from the man. "What? It's not like you were going to smoke it anytime soon," she said as she turned on her heel and walked out the door, grinning from ear to ear. 

Charming 

2008

The dimly lit night club was buzzing with the usual Friday night crowd. Letty and Half-Sack were seated at a corner booth, enjoying a few drinks and laughing over stories about when they first met, back when Half-Sack didn't particularly like Letty, but she grew on him once he got to know the good hearted person under the tough exterior she put on. The atmosphere was lively, the music loud, and the scent of booze, sweat and sex permeated the air.

"You know, I still can't believe you managed to get that old jalopy of yours running," Letty teased, taking a sip of her beer.

Half-Sack chuckled, shaking his head, "Hey, that 'old jalopy' is a classic. You just gotta know how to treat her right."

Letty rolled her eyes playfully, "Hey, I know how to treat my ladies just fine. But sometimes, no matter how much you play with it, that old bat's still dry as a bone."

Half-Sack snapped his head back in laughter, "That's real nice, Lett. You kiss Juice with that mouth?" 

"Oh, yeah. And he loves it," Letty smirked as she brought her beer up to her lips, taking a sip as they both shared a chuckle. 

They soon fell back into easy conversation, but it wasn't long before it was broken up when a group of drunk guys stumbled over, clearly looking for trouble. One of them, a tall, burly man with a leering grin, leaned over their table.

"Hey there, sweetheart. How about you ditch this loser and come have some fun with us?"

Letty's smile faded instantly, and she glanced at Half-Sack, who was already tensing up, "Not interested," she said firmly, hoping they would take the hint.

But the man didn't back off. Instead, he grabbed her arm, trying to pull her out of her seat, and that was when Letty's whole body tensed as she froze in fear, which didn't go unnoticed by Half-Sack, "Come on, don't be like that."

Before anything could escalate further, Half-Sack was on his feet, his expression deadly serious, "Let go of her," he demanded, his voice low and dangerous.

The man laughed, clearly underestimating Half-Sack, "Or what, kid? You gonna stop me?"

In a flash, Half-Sack grabbed the man's wrist, twisting it until he let go of Letty. The man yelped in pain, but Half-Sack didn't let up.

"You heard me," Half-Sack growled. "Let. Go. Of. Her."

The bar had gone quiet, all eyes on the confrontation. The drunk guy's friends looked like they were about to step in, but one look from Half-Sack made them think twice.

"Fine, fine!" the man finally relented, pulling his hand back and rubbing his wrist. "Psycho!" 

Half-Sack didn't move until the group had backed off, grumbling as they went back to the other side of the club. He turned back to Letty, his expression softening, "You okay?" he asked, concern evident in his eyes.

Letty nodded, her heart still racing from the adrenaline, "Yeah. Thanks, Sack. That could've turned ugly." 

Half-Sack shrugged, trying to play it cool, "No big deal. Just doing what any friend would."

Letty smiled, genuine gratitude in her eyes, "No, it is a big deal. You had my back. You might only have half a sack, but you got a shit load of balls. There was three of them. And they were huge!" 

Half-Sack chuckled, scratching the back of his head, "Yeah, well, I was doing him a favour. Didn't want him to get shot in the dick." 

Letty then burst with laughter, Half-Sack soon joining in, remembering the first day they had met. 

The roar of motorcycle engines filled the air as Letty, Jax, Opie and Juice sped down the street, their destination clear in their minds. Letty's grip tightened on her handlebars as they got closer and closer to their destination.

As they pulled up in front of Zobelle's cigar shop, the engines growling to a halt as Weston stepped out of the shop flanked by a couple of his goons. The men stopped in their tracks, eyes widening in surprise and recognition as they spotted the Sons of Anarchy bearing down on them.

Letty swung her leg off her bike, her leather boots hitting the pavement with a resounding thud. She glanced at Jax, who gave her a quick nod, his face set in a grim expression. Opie and Juice dismounted as well, forming a united front. 

"You sure you can do this, baby?" Juice asked as he interlaced their fingers together. 

"Yeah, I'm sick of being scared of this asshole," Letty sneered with determination. 

Juice smiled down at her proudly as he cupped her face and brought her in for a passionate kiss, her back pressed up against her Harley, a familiar heat surging between them, "That's my girl," he breathed out as he pulled back, resting his forehead on hers and biting into his bottom lip, his eyes darkening with desire. 

A loud clearing of the throat broke the couple apart as they fought hard not to tear each other's clothes off right then and there. But that's what happens when you are coming out of a dry spell, you feel like you need to make up for lost time. 

Letty's eyes then locked onto Weston, a spark of fury igniting within her. She could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins, her heartbeat echoing, the steady rhythm of the motorcycles still rumbling behind them. This was it. The moment she had been waiting for - she wanted to hurt him as much as he hurt her. 

With a deep breath, Letty took a step forward, her voice cutting through the tense silence, "Well, well, well, look who decided to come out and play."

Weston took a step forward, getting right in the girl's face, "You need to get out of my sight, or I'm going to do you serious harm for the upset you caused my kids," he sneered through gritted teeth. 

Letty giggled, completely amused, "Little Junior's a psychopath. But like father like son I guess," she teased, her signature smirk plastered across her face. 

Weston's whole face twitched with anger, making Opie step forward, placing a hand on Letty's chest as he pushed her back slightly. 

"Not here to provoke," he reminded, his voice low. "Here to educate." 

"Awe," Letty pouted out her bottom lip like a two-year-old who was just told no for the first time. "You're no fun," she whined as she stomped over to stand beside Juice, thinking it was best to let Jax handle the rest or she might snap and ruin the plan. 

"Seems your great white hope only gives a shit about one colour: green," Jax proceeded to educate Weston. 

But Letty couldn't help but chime in, "Can't blame him. I love that green," her smirk returned as her eyes lit up, making Opie sigh as he ran a hand down his face. 

Juice simply slid his hand in her back pocket of her jeans, squeezing her ass as he pulled her closer to his chest. Letty yelped slightly, wrapping her arm around his waist and gripping his kutte with her free hand and pulling him down for a quick but sweet kiss. 

Jax shook his head in disbelief and amusement, but turned back to Weston and continued, "Zobelle is dealing hеrοin with the Mayans." 

"Those AKs that you took from us..." Opie started, grabbing the Nazi's attention. "Gave them to brown to control the street." 

"You're talking out of your ass," Weston practically spat in Opie's direction, which pissed off Letty, who parted from Juice and took a step closer to Weston. 

"The other day, me and Jax followed Zobelle and one of your guys," she started, all amusement disappeared from her face, her eyes now narrowed in anger. "They met with Alvarez and left with a duffel of hеrοin." 

"Guess they've been keeping you out of the loop," Juice taunted, a smirk plastered on his own face, although his eyes were narrowed, the anger and hate clear in his brown irises. "Lots of private meetings, AJ?"

"You being the true believer and all," Jax joined in on the taunting, his eyes shone with fury. 

"You need to leave," Weston sneered, the look of disdain clear on his features. 

An amusement smirk crossed Letty's face as she noticed his lip twitching ever so slightly, making it obvious the effect this information had on him. 

"Letty," Opie said, placing a hand on her shoulder. "Time to go." 

"Be there in a second," she said, sending him a nod. 

The boys started to slowly head over to their bikes, but purposely hung back, waiting for Letty to return. 

Leaning closer to his ear, Letty whispered maliciously in the man's ear, which could sent a shiver down anyone's spine, "Say hi to your kids for me." She then turned on her heel and remounted her bike, her engine roaring to life a moment later. 

***

REY'S OUTFIT 

"So, what do people do for fun around here?" Rey asked as she came to lean on the bar beside Tara, a half empty bottle of tequila in hand. 

Tara turned to the girl with a look of shock, surprised to see her here in the first place, "Don't take this the wrong way, but what the hell are you even doing here?" 

"I'm Letty's plus one," Rey replied nonchalantly. "I know, shocking," she said sarcastically.  "Someone actually cares about my well being," she mocked gasped, placing a hand over her heart, earning a chuckle from Gemma. 

Tara chuckled nervously, "That's not what I meant." 

"It's all right, doll," Rey said, waving a dismissive hand. "No sweat. So, anyone single around here?" she asked, turning her attention back to the crowd. 

"Coffee?" A woman asked Rey, who was walking around with a pot of freshly brewed coffee. 

"Nah," Rey waved her off. "I'm all set, girl," she said, holding up her bottle of tequila. "Cheers," she said, before taking a swig. 

"I see you're still an alcoholic," Gemma chimed in, spinning around in her chair and flashing the girl a smirk.  

A large grin stretched across Rey's face, "Shit! Gemma Morrow! Fucking hell! I almost didn't recognise you, girl," she said, rushing over and pulling the older woman in for a hug. "Looking good!" she said, pulling back and holding her at arms length as she openly checked her out. "As hot as ever," she beamed, before turning her attention back to Tara. "Gemma here was the cool mum on the street growing up. When everyone else's parents use to hide their liquor from their teenagers, she used to buy us a bottle of cheap vodka, telling us to call her if we get too drunk and needed a lift. Oh, and to use protection, 'cause she didn't need a teen pregnancy scandal on her hands," she said, chuckling as she shared a nostalgic smile with the woman. 

"Which I'm surprised never happened to you," Gemma teased. "Seeing as how you got around back then." 

"Oh, the beauty of the pill," Rey said, flipping her hair over her shoulder as they both continued to chuckle. 

"The fact that you didn't get offended by that is concerning," Tara chimed in. 

"She's only speaking the truth, honey. I couldn't defend it if I wanted to," she said, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly. "However, I do like to blame how I turned out on my parents."

"Naturally," Tara muttered. 

"Hey, my mum was a alcoholic in an unhappy marriage, who cheated on my dad every chance she got. And my dad was workaholic prick that wanted to be anywhere but at home with his family. And then when he was home, he was a verbally abusive asshole. So, I'm a result of a bottle of cheap chardonnay and unprotected sex  - an alcoholic whore," she said, as she mock-curtsied. 

Gemma spat out her coffee as she burst with laughter. 

"Anyway, as much as I'm enjoying this conversation about my depressing childhood, I'm going to go mingle. Love ya," she said, blowing them both a kiss and waving goodbye as she headed back into the crowd of people. 

"Oh, I've missed that girl," Gemma mused, watching the girl make her way around the room with a smile on her face. 

***

The rest stop off the highway was a nondescript, secluded place in the neck of the woods, perfect for a meeting between the Sons of Anarchy, the One-Niners, and the Lin Triad. The leaders were currently engaged in a tense negotiation. Jax, Opie, Bobby and Clay stood at the forefront, discussing terms and making their points clear. Behind them, Letty and Juice stood, observing the proceedings with a growing sense of boredom.

Letty leaned closer to Juice, her voice a hushed whisper, "I'm so bored."

Juice glanced at her, a mischievous glint in his eye, "Wanna sneak away?"

Letty smirked, "Lead the way, baby."

They slipped away from the group unnoticed, making their way to the rest stop's dingy bathroom. The fluorescent lights flickered above, casting an eerie glow on the grimy tiles and graffiti-covered walls. 

Letty wrinkled her nose in disgust, a strong stench hitting her nostrils, "This is the grossest bathroom I've ever seen," she muttered. "I swear it would probably be more sanitary doing it in the woods--" 

Her words were cut short as a moan slipped from her lips at the feeling of Juice's lips travelling down her neck, while his hands fiddled with her belt, before sliding down her leather pants and underwear. Letty's protest soon faltered as her lips collided with his in one hunger filled kiss. 

Letty whimpered onto his lips, her head snapped back as her eyes rolled when she felt Juice's fingers brush up and down her slit, "Please, baby," he murmured, his warm breath hitting her ear, sending a pleasurable shiver down her spine. "I've been needing to feel you all day." 

And as soon as Letty nodded her head, giving her consent, Juice backed her up against the wall, their lips crashing together in a heated kiss, before Juice pulled away, both their chest heaving as he rested his forehead on hers, "Use you words, baby. I need to hear you say it," he practically sneered as a sexually frustrated groan escaped the back of his throat. 

Letty's hands moved up to grab hold of his face as their eyes locked, "Fuck me, baby. And don't you dare hold back," she said, before crashing her lips against his in a fiery kiss. 

And that was all Juice needed to hear as he unbuckled his belt. Unzipping the fly of his jeans and allowed them to drop to the floor. 

Following Letty's instructions, he quickly and quite roughly, turned her around and pinned her up against the wall, grabbing a good chunk of her hair, "Fuck!" he let out as he thrusted into her, making Letty gasp as a smile spread across her lips. "Already so fucking wet for me, baby," he groaned as he thrusted deep inside of her, feeling the familiar rush run through his veins. 

Letty gripped onto the side of the paper towel dispenser beside her, biting her bottom lip as she tried to hold back her sweet moans, while Juice skilfully hit her g-spot over and over again. 

"Fuck!" Juice moaned, his head snapping back. "You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock."

"You feel so good inside me, baby," Letty moaned, her grip tightening on the dispenser. 

Juice continued to grunt as his hips thrusted harder and harder with each movement, small whimpers came from Letty, making Juice's hand clamp over her mouth, "Shit, baby, you're gonna get us caught. You're so fucking loud." 

Which only made Letty giggle in response, "I can't help it, baby. I love it when you take control like this." 

Juice growled, her words adding to his ego as he thrusted deeper inside her, making a gasp escape her lips. 

Meanwhile, back at the meeting, Laroy's right hand man stood up from the picnic bench, excusing himself. He walked over to the bathroom, but stopped dead in his tracks as he heard the unmistakable sounds of a girl moaning emanating from within. With a smirk plastered on his face, he knocked tentatively, thinking she might of needed some assistance, but when a man's voice shouted the word, "Occupied," he took a step back and his smirk dropped as the girl's moans only grew louder, which was now followed by a manly grunt. With an defeated sigh, the niner turned back and returned to the table. 

Laroy furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, looking up at the man, "I thought you needed to piss." 

"I was going to. But there's people having sex in there," he said with a mixture of annoyance and amusement on his face.

Clay's head whipped around, his eyes narrowing as he took a quick headcount. Noticing Juice and Letty's absence, he muttered a curse under his breath, "Jesus Christ. Where's Letty and Juice?" 

"I think we all know where they are, boss?" Bobby chimed in, the amusement plastered across his face, while Jax and Opie tried hard to stifle their laughter. 

"Goddamn it," he hissed, slamming his hands down on the table as he pushed himself to his feet, turning to the two gang leaders sitting across from him with an apologetic look. "Excuse me for a moment. I gotta deal with my pain in the ass daughter." 

"No problem, man," Laroy waved a dismissive hand. "I got one of them myself." 

"Letty! Juice!" Clay's voice boomed through the surrounding woods as he stormed towards the restroom. 

Back inside the bathroom, Letty was now prompt up on the basin, her legs wrapped around Juice's waist, her nails clawing into his back from under his clothes, not wanting to damage the leather of his kutte. 

 A small grunt escaped Juice's lips as he continued to relentlessly thrust into her tight form. And Letty swore she could see stars.

"You like me fucking your tight pussy, baby?" he rasped and Letty rapidly nodded her head in response as he eyes rolled to the back of her head. 

"Yes, Ju!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, no longer bothering about keeping quiet. "It feels so good. No one's ever been able to fuck me like you can." 

"Fuck!" Juice groaned, feeling her clench tighter around him. "No one compares to you, baby. You're perfect," he tilted his head back as Letty latched her lips onto his neck, leaving all sorts of marks behind, making him hiss, before he reached down and began to rub her clit, intensifying the pleasure that already caused through her veins. 

Suddenly, the door burst open, the noise startling Letty and Juice as they quickly tried to compose themselves.

"What the hell is the matter with you two?!" Clay barked, his voice echoing off the tiled walls.

Letty was quick to adjusted her clothes, trying her hardest to look nonchalant, "I, uh...needed to pee?" she said like she was asking a question as she tried for an innocent smile. 

Juice, red-faced and still in shock from their interruption, stammered nervously, "Yeah, uh...and I'm here, um...'cause she needed my help?" he also said in a asking tone, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. 

"Yeah, these leather pants are hard to get off sometimes, Dad," Letty defended, crossing her arms over her chest.  

The glare Clay sent them could have melted steel, "Just shut up. And get your asses back out there. Now!"

Letty and Juice exchanged sheepish glances, before pulling their pants and underwear back up and hurrying out of the bathroom, Clay following close behind as he continued to scold them like they were two teenagers caught in the act, "I can't believe you two. You both know how important this meeting is, instead your off fornicating in the bathroom!" 

As they re-joined the group, everyone eyed them curiously, clearly aware of what had just transpired.

Jax raised an eyebrow at them but said nothing, a hint of amusement in his eyes. Opie smirked, shaking his head slightly, while Bobby was hurled over, clutching his large belly as he burst with laughter. 

Clay cleared his throat, resuming his place at the table, "I need to apologise for them. They recently came out of a dry spell, and have been fucking like rabbits ever since."

"Just trying to make up for lost time, Dad," Letty stated, a smirk plastered on her face. "Keep my man satisfied." 

"You, shut up," Clay scolded, turning around slightly to point a stern finger at his daughter. "We will be talking about this when we get home." 

"Just 'cause you haven't got your dick wet in months," Letty muttered angrily under her breath like a teenager would do after being grounded. 

"What was that?" Clay inquired, raising an eyebrow, almost daring her to repeat it. 

"Nothing," Letty muttered, lowering her head. 

"That's what I though," Clay said, turning back around to address the two other leaders. 

Letty and Juice stood at the back again, this time more subdued, "Well, at least he didn't hit you this time," Letty whispered to Juice.

"Yeah, I'm happy about that too." 

The meeting continued, but the incident left a lingering sense of humour amidst the serious negotiations.

***

Letty walked through the doors of the Clubhouse, her father and brother by her side and her eyes immediately widened at the scene playing out in front of her, "Ooh...who's stumpy?" she asked intrigued by the man with two fingers; one on each hand. 

"A damn cockroach who won't die," Clay replied, who looked shocked and slightly disappointed to see the man alive and well. 

"Hi," Chuckie grinned as Letty made her way over to the bar, making Juice casually wrap an arm over her shoulders. "I'm Chuckie," he introduced. 

"Oh, now why would you want to kill a cute, little face like that," Letty pouted out her bottom lip as she turned to her father and motioned over to Chuckie. 

"I like you," Chuckie's grin widened. "You're a lot nicer than your father." 

"She gets that a lot," Gemma said, taking a sip of her coffee. "Just don't piss her off." 

"Yeah," a chorus of laughter and nods of agreement sounded around the room. 

Letty scoffed, waving them all off, "Don't listen to them. I'm a very nice person." 

This made Opie burst with laughter. 

Letty whipped her head to the side to glare at her best friend, "Shut up, Harry!" 

"See what we mean?" Opie asked, still completely amused, earning a deadly glare from the girl. 

"He showed up at the gate," Piney explained to Clay. "He has some eyewitness intel on the Cara Cara." 

"C'mon, Doc," Gemma said, pushing herself to her feet and placing her empty mug on the bar. "Let's go run those errands." 

Tara nodded as she finished bandaging up Chuckie's hands and standing up.  

"You take somebody," Clay said, a beer already in hand. 

"Yeah, baby," Gemma assured, cupping his face as she placed a kiss on his cheek, before she headed for the door. 

"Don't worry. I'll put someone on her," Piney reassured an anxious Clay as he followed after the woman. 

"Thanks, old man," Clay called after him. 

Tara placed a kiss on Jax's lips, before she too headed out the door. 

"So, what'd you see?" Letty asked, accepting the beer Juice passed her and taking a sip. 

"Three or four of 'em. Looked like they all had Aryan ink. They called one of 'em 'Westing'.  

"Weston?" Jax asked with a raised eyebrow. 

Chuckie nodded, "Yeah, okay." 

Letty burst with laughter, her head snapped back in pure amusement, "That Nazi son of a bitch. Why didn't we think of him earlier?" 

"They splashed gasoline everywhere," Chuckie continued. "They set the place on fire." 

"Could you identify Weston, Stumpy?" Letty asked him. 

Chuckie turned to Letty, nodding his head, "Got a pretty good look." 

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't arson claims keeping you guys from collecting on a that fire insurance, Bobby?" 

"That's right," Bobby nodded, realising what the princess was suggesting. "Chucky should share the information before he goes MIA again. Prove to them that we didn't start the fire."

"And collect a very big check," Letty said, a smirk playing on her lips. 

Excited cheers came from the Sons as they all nodded in agreement. 

"Do that," Clay said, meeting Unser's eye, who nodded his head in understanding. 

"Yeah, okay." 

"Chuckie, why don't you go wait by the Chief's car," Jax suggested. "Play with the siren." 

"Really?!" Chuckie beamed in excitement. 

Jax shrugged nonchalantly, "Sure." 

Chuckie was immediately up and out the door with barely contained excitement. 

"Awe!" Letty grinned, watching him go. "He's so adorable. Can we keep him?" she asked, turning to her father wide-eyed and hopeful. 

"He's not a lost puppy, Letty," Clay said, looking at his daughter in bewilderment. 

"He sure as hell looks like one to me," Letty pouted, crossing her arms over her chest as she slumped back into Juice, who chuckled, wrapping his arms around her waist and placing a sweet kiss to her cheek. 

"So, we planted the seed with Weston," Jax informed Unser. "He knows about Zobelle being in bed with the Mayans." 

"Zobelle'll be unprotected," Clay explained. "And Weston will be making all his own decisions."

"Hopefully irrational ones," Letty chimed in, her smirk returning to her face. "But that being said, we might need help inciting him," she continued, her gaze flicking to the Chief of Police, a mischievous glint in her eye. 

***

Letty felt the familiar rumble of her engine beneath her as she pulled up to the police station just in time to see the show. Juice, Opie and Jax not far behind her. 

"See your kids are taking that little trip I arranged," Letty taunted as she dismounted her bike and made her way over to a fuming Weston. 

"You little bitch," Weston sneered, his whole face turned murderous. "I'll kill you for this!" he lunged forward, but Juice was quicker as he moved to stand protectively in front of his girlfriend, shoving the man back, causing Weston to storm right back over, getting in Juice's face, who didn't back down, ready to go toe to toe with the much larger man. 

"Well, at least she didn't gang-rape them," Juice hissed through gritted teeth, and his expression said it all. 

"You want to kill me for what I did to your pretty little girlfriend?" Weston taunted, his eyes travelling to Letty as he looked her up and down like she was a piece of meat, causing Juice's breathing to pick up as he clenched his fists tightly. "Time and place?" 

Jax stepped forward, noticing his brother's anger was about to boil over. Placing a hand on his chest, he gently pushed him back and went to stand face to face with the man he really wanted to put in the ground himself, "Timberland, 8:00," he said with a raised eyebrow. Your ten best against mine." 

"Access Road L-4," Opie continued, his own eyes darkening, wanting so badly to get his hands on this man. "Off the main lumber drive." 

"No weapons," Letty chimed in, linking her fingers with Juice's, sensing his agitation. And by the mere touch, his whole demeanour started to slightly relax. 

"No witnesses," Juice added with a smirk. 

"Either you or me goes home in a bag," Jax threatened, his own smirk playing on his lips. 

"And my bet's on you," Letty said, chuckling mockingly. 

"Oh, don't worry, I'll be there, pretty," he sneered, a sinister smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, making Letty's blood run cold. Weston must of noticed the change in demeanour, because his smirk only widened. 

A yelp suddenly escaped Letty's lips when Juice picked her up by the waist as they all turned to leave. Letty's legs instinctively wrapped themselves around his waist as she cupped his neck, Juice's hands securely placed on her ass, Letty could feel how every now and then he gave her cheeks a squeeze as they headed back over to their Harleys.  

"Are you okay, baby?" he asked in concern, sensing her momentary distress earlier. 

"I'm perfect," she whispered as she gently cupped his face in her hands, her eyes filled with warmth and affection. Slowly, she leaned in, closing the distance between them, her breath mingling with his, before their lips met in a tender, lingering kiss, filled with love and deep emotion, as if the world around them had faded away, leaving just the two of them in that perfect moment - a moment Juice would remember vividly in the weeks that followed like it was his lifeline. 

***

As soon as the ATF were out of sight, the roar of motorbikes echoed through the streets of suburbia. The Sons of Anarchy making a move towards the safe house and their guns. Letty smiled over at her boyfriend, who rode beside her. This really was the time you'd see Letty at her happiest, on her Harley, the roar of the engine beneath her and the wind in her hair, riding recklessly, without a care in the world. 

***

Letty flashed her father a smirk as she knocked on the garage door, earning an eyeroll in return. Moments later, the door slid open, revealing Jimmy O and one of his men inside the garage. 

"Gentlemen, your hardware," Jimmy said, motioning to the cases behind him. 

The Sons immediately went over to check out their brand new AKs, while Clay went over and hugged Jimmy, making Letty gag. 

Bobby started to guide the van over to the garage where they could load their guns into it, while Letty took notice of Chibs stepping aside to light a cigarette, but before she could walk over, she noticed Jimmy approaching him with a somewhat smug look on his face. 

"Glad we could move past our history, Filip," he said, his thick Irish accent hung heavy in the air. 

Chibs' jaw clenched, but found the strength to nod, "Yeah." 

As Letty lit up her own cigarette, she watched the interaction closely, ignoring the scolding looks she was receiving from mainly her brother as everyone else was loading the crates onto the van. 

"Appreciate you reaching out to Fiona." 

Chibs' eyes widened in shock. 

Jimmy tilted his head to the side as a slight smirk tugged at the corner of his lips, "Nothing happens with Fiona that I don't know about. How many times do I have to teach you that lesson?" The Irishman's tone raised, turning more threatening as his eyes slightly narrowed. 

Letty was starting to feel a little uneasy, sensing the change in demeanour as she contemplated stepping in, but noticed Jax sending her a warning look, shaking his head, mentally telling her not to do anything stupid. 

Chibs took a threatening step forward, getting right into Jimmy's face, "You touch her or Kerrianne, and I will cut you into a million pieces." 

Despite her better judgement and Jax's now rapid shakes of the head, Letty stepped forward, "Everything okay over here?" she asked, coming to stand beside Chibs in a protective stance.  

Jimmy sent the girl a charming mile, "Everything's fine, darlin'." 

But Letty's whole face contorted in disgust, "Call me that again," she started, her classic innocent smile plastered on her face as she stepped forward, adjusting his collar as she leaned in to whisper in his ear. "And I'll rip your tongue out...with my teeth." And as she pulled back, her features had now darkened as she patted his shoulder, taking a step back. 

Jimmy simply chuckled at the girl's threat, "Charming. Real good job raising this one, Filip," he said to the Scotsman sarcastically. "Bravo, really," he said, clapping his hands mockingly. 

"He did a great job, prick," Letty sneered. "Let's go, Chibs," she said, linking her fingers with his as she led him away. 

***

Letty wandered through the aisles, her fingers trailing lightly over the various camping gear on display. Tents, sleeping bags and lanterns surrounded her, each item meticulously organised and ready for the next adventurous customer. She picked up a sturdy flashlight, testing its weight in her hand, her mind half-focused on the task at hand and half on the impending storm about to descend upon them.

Her heart beat a little faster, anticipation mingling with a touch of nervous energy. The plan was set. The ATF would storm in at any moment now, thinking they were going to catch Jimmy and Samcro red-handed. She put the flashlight back, her eyes scanning the aisles once more. 

She glanced towards the back of the store, where Jax and Clay were engaged in conversation, their faces tense. Letty then moved towards a display of backpacks, pretending to examine them closely, while keeping an ear out for any unusual sounds.

The minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity. Letty glanced at her watch, then back at the door. Any moment now. She could almost hear the pounding footsteps, the authoritative shouts, the chaos that would erupt when the ATF burst in. 

Suddenly, a loud crash echoed from the front of the store, followed by the unmistakable sound of boots thudding heavily against the floor, "ATF! Everybody down! Hands where I can see them now!" 

"Easy. Okay," Letty said, raising her hands as she lowered herself to the ground, but she couldn't help the amused smile that was plastered across her face. 

Stahl then entered the shop, scanning the room, looking for one particular person - Jimmy O, but he was no where insight, "Where is he?" 

"Jose here is the only one that got out of the SUV," an ATF agent explained, leading a man over to Stahl, while two more placed down a large crate they found in the van. 

Letty tried to stiffen her giggle as she shared an amused smirk with her brother as Stahl remained calm and turned to her partner, "Get that Irish prick in here." 

The man didn't argue and made his way out of the store to grab Edmond. 

"Let 'em up," she stated, and Letty immediately made it to her feet, brushing herself off. 

"Man, they really need to sweep this floor more often. It's disgusting," she said, sticking her nose up. 

"All right, fellas, and lady," she said, turning to Letty with a smug smirk. "Where is Jimmy O?"  

"Jimmy who?" Letty inquired, her amusement clear on her face, eliciting chuckles from the rest of the guys. 

But Stahl wasn't amused as reacted with a hard slap across Letty's face, making her whole head whip to the side, but it did nothing to wipe the smile off her face as Juice stepped forward with a deadly glare, but Letty simply held her hand out, stopping him from intervening. 

Letty rubbed her jaw, turning to her brother as she said tauntingly, "Whoever this Jimmy guy is, she sure as hell doesn't like him very much." 

Jax chuckled, nodding his head in agreement, "Old boyfriend, perhaps?" 

"We're just trying to buy some camping gear," Clay chimed in, his own amusement clear on his face. 

"Yeah, we're planning a family trip to Big Sur," Letty added. "We would of invited you, but we just don't like you very much." 

Laughter erupted throughout the room as Stahl's eyes narrowed, sick of the shenanigans, "Open it," she ordered her men, motioning to the crate.  

"Why don't you open it yourself," Letty muttered. "Jesus, talk about lazy," she said, a smile gracing her face at the feeling of Juice's arms snaking around her waist as he rested his chin on her shoulder, watching the agents lift the lid off the large wooden crate, just as Cameron was led inside, everyone sending him deadly glares. 

"Oh, shit!" Letty facepalmed herself as two dead rats were revealed to be inside the box. "Juice," she turned around to face her boyfriend, her arms folded over her chest. "Did you forget to feed our pet rats again?" she mock-scolded. "Seriously," she huffed, turning to the agents. "I'm so sorry about this, guys. Rats are just a lot harder to look after than you think." 

"Get out," Stahl hissed, pointing to the door. 

"Jesus, you really woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning? You accidentally kill a couple rats and all of a sudden your the devil," Letty huffed, throwing her hands up in the air in mock-defeat. 

"Or maybe we should wait for Galt P.D., baby," Juice suggest, rewrapping his arms around her waist. "File some assault charges," he said, shooting Stahl a murderous glare. 

"Oh, don't worry about it, baby," Letty soothed, looking over her shoulder and caressing his cheek as she placed a quick kiss to his lips. "She hits like a girl anyway," she said, turning to Stahl with that same smirk. Parting from Juice she strode over, getting right in the woman's face as she fiddle with her vest, "Didn't ya Mumma ever tell ya, you should always hit like a man, but make love like only a woman can," she practically purred, their lips inches apart, before she flashed her a wink, linking her fingers with Juice's, and making her way out of the store with her head held high, well aware of the eyes on her as she walked away, but not without running a finger down Edmond's chest first. 

***

Tara was in her office inside St. Thomas, typing away on the computer when Margaret walked in, the same stern expression on her face that was void of any type of emotion. 

"I'm just completing my charts," Tara informed her. 

"That should have been done already," Margaret said in her harsh voice, barely glancing at the brunette as she made her way to the staff cubbies at the back of the room. 

"Yes, I know," Tara said as her shoulders tensed. 

Margaret turned around, her arms folding across her chest as a proud and amusement smirk tugged at the corners of her lips, "Well, you may not have to worry about paperwork after next week." 

Tara's fingers stopped moving across the keyboard in an instant at the woman's words. Closing her eyes momentarily, she took in a deep breath, before turning to the woman, "I pity you." 

Margaret tilted her head as she raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening in amusement. 

"You walk around here with your little administrative degree," Tara continued. "Pretending like you know medicine. You're just a cheap suit. Too stupid and lazy to get into med school. So, now you compensate by making the healers jump through hoops." 

"Well..." Margaret chuckled. "Someone's true colours have finally bled through. I guess you and that biker whοre you hang with--" 

In an instant, Tara had Margaret pinned up against the shelves, a hand wrapped around her throat, "How dare you?! You don't talk about her. Because you don't know anything about her. You don't know any of them," she hissed, releasing her grip on the older lady, but not without making sure to shove her hard in the chest. 

"Oh, my God," Margaret gasped. "You hit me. You are finished," she said, striding forward, straight for the phone. "I'm calling security. This is assault." 

"No," Tara shoved the woman back against the shelves, making her gasp once again, before throwing a hard punch to her face, making her fall to the ground, blood pouring from her nose. "That's assault," she said, storming over to lock the door and pulling Margaret up to her feet, who was crying as she cradled her nose. 

Pinning Margaret to a nearby wall, Tara got right in her face as she said, "Do you have any idea who Letty is. Do you have any idea who her father is? Clay Morrow is the President of Samcro. Do you know what that means? Samcro has the cops on payroll, this town in its pocket. You say a word about this to anyone, it'll be the biggest mistake of your little red life. I also suggest you rehire Letty and drop this bogus claim against us or I'll help her come through with that promise she made you. Do we understand each other?" 

The only thing a terrified Margaret could do was nod her head as she was almost frozen in pure fear, watching Tara grab her bag and make her way out of the office, a new found dangerous confidence in her step. 

***

The clubhouse hummed with activity, alive with the energy of its inhabitants. Letty sat beside Chuckie on the well-worn couch, the soft rumble of voices and occasional bursts of laughter filling the air around them. 

Chuckie, his usual nervous energy evident as he occasionally glanced around at the various members of the club and their families, while Letty leaned back slightly, her eyes scanning the room with familiarity.

The air was thick with the scent of tobacco and the faint aroma of whiskey, a staple during the clubhouse's social gatherings. The clink of glasses and occasional thud of pool balls resonated from the adjoining room, where some of the members engaged in casual games to pass the time during the lockdown.

Letty's gaze shifted back to Chuckie, returning to their current conversation, "So, let me get this straight, they cut your fingers off, 'cause you're a perv?" she recited with a raised eyebrow. 

Juice chuckled, passing her a beer as he wrapped an arm over her shoulders, retaking his seat next to her on the couch. 

Chuckie was immediately shaking his head, "No," he said, sighing in frustration. "I have a condition." 

"Right," Letty nodded her head somewhat sarcastically. "'A condition'," she taunted, performing bunny ears. "One that sounds completely made up." 

"It isn't. It's a real thing. I swear." 

"Hey, Tara," Letty called over to her friend, who had just entered the clubhouse with Gemma, looking very pleased with herself, her head snapping up in Letty's direction. 

"Yeah?" 

"You ever heard of a condition called..." Letty paused, turning to Chuckie with a raised eyebrow.

"C.M.D.," he muttered nervously in response. 

"C.M.D.," Letty called out loudly to Tara, who still stood on the other side of the room, making Chuckie burying his head in his hands, making Juice chuckle as he reached over to give the man a pat on the back apologetically. 

"Yeah," Tara nodded. "Compulsive Masturbation Disorder." 

"Well, holy shit!" Letty said, bursting with laughter as she turned back to Chuckie. "I'm sorry I ever doubted you, Stumpy," she said, patting him on the knee, which cause him to get an erection. 

"Jesus Christ," Letty yelped, yanking her hand back and sliding down the couch closer to Juice. "I'm just gonna...leave," she said, quickly getting to her feet and rushing off, pulling Juice with her. 

"I accept that," Chuckie called back. 

"What the hell was that?" Letty chuckled hysterically as she made her way through the crowd with Juice, who had also found the encounter strange but amusing. 

Making her way over to Tara, she pulled the girl in for a quick hug and hello. And as they pulled away, a big smile crossed Tara's face like she was eager to tell Letty something. 

"What?" Letty asked warily, slightly scared of her overly happy demeanour. 

"So, I got you your job back. You can start next week," Tara informed her, her smile widening. 

"What?" Letty's eyes widened. "How?" 

"I took a play out of the Letty handbook," she replied with a sly smirk as she took a sip of her beer. 

Letty raised a confused eyebrow, "You had a passionate conversation with Margaret in an elevator?" 

"No, I hit her," Tara said way too calmly, shocking both Juice and Letty, their eyes almost jumping out of their heads. "And choked her a little." 

With those words, Letty's head snapped back as she cracked up laughing, "Oh, God!" she said, wiping away her tears of joy. "I love you, Tara Knowles," she said, bringing her in for another hug as she continued to laugh, Tara joining in. 

"What's so funny?" Jax asked, making his way over, wrapping an arm around Tara's shoulders and placing a kiss on her lips in greeting. 

"You're old lady is a badass," she informed him. 

"Why?" he furrowed his eyebrows in suspicion, looking between the two most important women in his life. "What did you do?" 

"Nothing you need to be concerned about," Tara said, sharing a smirk with her best friend. 

"Okay, that makes me even more concerned." 

Letty simply giggled, grabbing hold of Juice's hand and leading him over to Rey, who was chilling out by the bar, a cigarette between her lips. 

"Oh, God, I'm so horny," she breathed out at the sight of Letty, snapping her head back in sexual frustration. 

"What the fuck?!" Letty muttered, her eyes widening in shock, not expecting those be the first words that left her mouth. 

"What? I've been working so much picking up your slack that I haven't had time for a good fuck." 

Letty chuckled, her head snapping back in amusement as she took a seat beside her friend, Juice taking one beside her, "Been through all the interns, have we?" she teased, taking the cigarette from Rey's finger tips and taking a drag, before passing it off to Juice. 

"Shut up," Rey scolded, playfully shoving her former roommate, which only made her chuckle. "Come on, help me out here," she whined pleadingly. "You owe me. So, tell me, who's up for grabs?" she asked as her cigarette made it back to her and she took a drag, blowing a cloud of smoke up into the ceiling as Letty's eyes scanned the room, trying to think through the list in her head of available men for her friend.

"Well, if you're into weird shit, you got Half-Sack," Letty said, pointing out her friend that stood by the pool table talking to Happy and some of the other nomads. "He's got one nut. War wound." 

Rey immediately shook her head, "Nah, I like a full load." 

Juice couldn't help but laugh this time as Letty continued to scan through the options. 

But suddenly, Rey gripped Letty's arm as she caught sight of someone, making the girl wince as her nails had dung into her skin, "Ooh...who is that?" she asked, motioning over to Chibs, who had just entered the room with Clay. "He's giving me sexy daddy vibes." 

This earned her a weird look from Juice. 

"What?" Rey hissed, her eyes narrowing slightly in Juice's direction. "I got daddy issues, don't judge me." 

Juice simply raised his hands in mock-surrender, while Letty was immediately shaking her head, her whole face contorting in disgust. 

"No way! You are not fucking Chibs!" 

"Oh, sorry," Rey deadpanned. "He's the one that's like your dad but not your dad at the same, right?" 

And with a nod of the head from Letty, that was all Rey needed to know for her to back off. 

But when Rey's eyes scanned the room a little more, she spotted someone that made a mischievous smirk tug at the corners of her lips, "Oh, hold up...come to mummy," she said, already pushing herself to her feet and putting out her cigarette in the ashtray sitting on the bar. "Hold this," she said, passing Letty her bottle of tequila that probably only had a couple of sips left in it. Adjusting her push-up bra and pulling down her dress to show off her cleavage, Rey made her way over to Tig with a confidant stride. 

Letty finding the whole thing amusing, chuckled to herself, taking a sip from the bottle, watching the whole thing unfold in front of her. 

"I have no idea what just happened," Juice muttered from beside her. 

"We just got Tig laid. That's what we did," Letty smirked proudly. "And he has no idea what he's in for. You think I'm bad, Rey is an animal," she said, chuckling once more. 

Juice's eyebrows shot up in slight concern, "I'm scared to ask how you know that." 

"Huh?" Letty turned to him, playing dumb. 

"Letty," Juice's tone was stern. 

A defeated sigh left Letty's lips, "Okay. It was a one time thing. A long time ago. We were drunk and afterward we agreed that it was way too weird, and that we should definitely just stay friends," she blurted out, flashing her boyfriend her innocent smile at the end. 

"Right," Juice nodded his head slowly. "Is there anyone else I should know about?" 

"Oh, you want to have the exes talk? Okay then. You first. Why don't you point out every single crow eater in this room that you've had sex with and then I'll give you my list." 

Juice did a quick scan of the room and his eyes widened, before he turned back to Letty as he chuckled nervously, scratching the back of his neck, "You know what? We don't need to have that conversation." 

"Exactly," Letty grinned widely, knowing she won. "Some things are better left unsaid, baby," she said, pulling him in for a quick kiss, making sure to run her tongue against his once, before pulling away. 

"I love you," Juice said, caressing her hip, their bodies still pressed up against each other. 

"I know," Letty replied with a giggle as she hopped off the bar stool and taking off in a jog. 

"Letty!" Juice called after her, but she continued to run off. "Don't you dare leave me hanging."

Letty's sweet giggle filled the air once more as she disappeared into the crowd of people, leaving Juice alone at the bar. 

***

Letty now sat with her mother at one of the tables set up in the clubhouse, enjoying a quiet moment together, which was soon interrupted by Cleo, who had approached them, but she wasn't welcomed with a friendly greeting, instead she was met with looks of disdain. 

But Cleo didn't let that stop her, clearing her throat, she turned to address Letty, "Hey, can I talk to you for a second?" 

"I rather eat glass--" Letty then caught sight of Opie, who sent her a stern gaze from across the room, making her sigh. "What's up?" 

"I wanted to apologise for--"

Letty cut the girl off, finishing her sentence for her, "For trying to seduce my boyfriend even when he told you he wasn't interested repeatedly. So, you forced yourself on him like the desperate whore that you are," she said, flashing her a smirk. 

Cleo scoffed, clearly not amused, unlike Gemma, who tried to stifle her laughter, "You know what? Fuck you, Morrow," she sneered. 

"Now, that does not sound like an apology to me," Letty said, clicking her tongue together as she turned to her mother. "Did it sound like one to you?" 

Gemma looked Cleo up and down with disgust, "Not one bit." 

"All right. I get it," Cleo said with exasperation. "I'm a whore that sells her body for cash. But I'm also a human being with feelings. And I might've hurt you, Letty. But you also hurt me. Remember that? You know the time I became your human vibrator. Someone you can could fuck before a better option came along. I was in love with you for god sake! Even though you never gave a shit about me. But that's okay, 'cause I no longer need your approval or anyone else's," she sneered, her narrow eyes travelling to Gemma at those lost words. "Because I now have someone who actually cares about me. That's all that matters," she said, before she turned on her heel and walked back over to Opie, who was watching the whole exchange. "I'm sorry, Ope. I tried," she said, forcing a smile, but her eyes welled with tears. 

"It's okay," he said, rubbing her arm comfortingly. "Why don't you go check on the kids. I'll be there in a second." 

Cleo nodded, before heading off to do just that. 

Immediately, Opie stormed over to his best friend, a furious expression on his face, "I honestly cannot believe you, Letty." 

"Oh, don't start," Letty hissed, narrowing her eyes at him. 

"You need to apologise to Cleo," he stated firmly. 

Letty scoffed, completely amused, "What? Why?" 

"Because I'm asking you to." 

Letty simply chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief and amusement as she turned her attention back to her mother, trying to ignore her best friend's presence. 

"I care about her, Letty." 

Letty's head whipped around to face him, hearing how genuine he sounded. 

"And she is apart of my life now," Opie continued. "And if you want to continue to be a part of it too, you will apologise to her." 

Letty's eyebrows shot up in complete disbelief, "Really?" she scoffed, shaking her head. "You'd cut me out of your life because I wasn't nice to the pole hummer!" 

Opie slammed his hands down hard on the table, making both Letty and Gemma jump in fright, and catching some unwanted attention from the others in the room, "That is the last time you will disrespect Cleo, understood?" 

"Yes! God, I understand." 

"Now, whether you like it or not, you're gonna be stuck under the same roof as her for God knows how long, so you guys can continue to tip toe around each other or you can both be adults and talk shit out for once." 

Letty let out a deep sigh, "Fine. I'll go talk to her." But Opie didn't move as he continued to stand there with his arms crossed over his chest. "What?" 

"No time like the present," he said, raising an eyebrow. 

Letty groaned in annoyance, but pushed herself to her feet anyway, "You couldn't have fucked any other porn star," she grumbled to herself as she walked towards the dorms. "It had to be Cleo," she said, throwing her hands up in the air. 

Letty found Cleo in Opie's dorm room with Ellie and Kenny. She sat at the edge of the bed, folding some laundry, while the kids were playing board games on the floor. 

"Aunty Letty!" Ellie and Kenny both beamed as they got to their feet and wrapped their arms around Letty's waist. 

Letty chuckled, "Hey, guys," she greeted, ruffling their hair, making them both whine. 

"We've missed you around the house," Ellie said, looking up at the woman with a somewhat sad smile. 

"Yeah, feels like forever since we've seen you," Kenny added with a similar look on his face. 

"I'm sorry, kiddos," she sighed, feeling the pang of guilt tug at her heart strings. "I've just been...dealing with sh--with some stuff. I need to talk to Cleo about something. Can you give us a minute?" 

Ellie nodded her head, before turning to her brother, "Come on, Kenny, let's go find Kaeden. Maybe he will let us play on his game boy." That was all Kenny needed to hear as he happily followed his sister out of the room. 

For a moment, Letty simply leaned on the doorframe, awkwardly examining her nails, while Cleo continued to fold clothes, barely acknowledging Letty's presence, before finally, the Morrow girl spoke up, "I never knew you felt that way about me," her tone was soft and slightly hesitate, her eyes on the carpet beneath her feet. 

"Of course I did," Cleo looked up completely bewildered. "We dated for three years, Letty." 

Letty let out a breathless chuckle, "Yeah, but I wouldn't exactly call what we did dating. We would fuck for a month or two. Break up for a few months, then get back together, fuck for another few months, until the cycle started again." 

Cleo sighed in slight annoyance as she went back to folding clothes.

"You know you were my first," Letty spoke up again, catching Cleo's attention, this time Letty actually met her ex-girlfriend's gaze. 

Cleo furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, "Girl?"

"No, like, first overall sexual experience. Lewis was my first man. And first time actually having sex." 

"Prick," Cleo hissed with disdain, matching Letty's disgust for the man that was clear on her face. 

"Yeah," Letty nodded in agreement, sharing a chuckle with Cleo, before sighing, her features turning serious as she said, "I'm sorry." 

Cleo's eyebrows shot up in shock, "What?" 

"I said, I was sorry." 

"Oh, I heard you. I'm just shocked." 

Letty chuckled, "Shut up," she scolded playfully. "I shouldn't have ended shit with you the way I did," she started to say, rubbing the back of her neck nervously. "It was a dog move." 

"Yeah, it was." 

Letty sighed, "I just needed a fresh start, you know? Cut all ties with Charming. But I guess that didn't work out, did it? 'Cause I'm back. And I'm still the same person I was 3 years ago," her voice cracked with emotion, tears welling in her eyes as she turned to leave, but Cleo's words stopped her dead in her tracks. 

"I don't think you are." 

Letty turned around to meet her gaze with a raised eyebrow.

"The Letty I knew was so closed off from her feelings, I might as well been dating a sex doll," she confessed, chuckling slightly. 

Letty laughed, shaking her head in amusement, "Awesome analogy." 

"Thanks," Cleo sent her a smile, earning one in return. "What I mean is, you're a different person now. The way you are with Juice...that's not the Letty I knew three years ago." 

A wistful smile crossed Letty's face as she thought about her amazing boyfriend, "I wasn't in love three years ago--Shit, sorry, that was really insensitive," she said, facepalming herself at her words.  

Cleo sent her a tight smile, waving it off, "It's fine. I get it. Maybe you and I weren't meant to be. Everything happens for a reason--Shit. Now, I'm being insensitive."  

Letty burst with laughter, and Cleo hesitantly joined her moments later, "Maybe we should cut this short, before we put our foot in it again," she said, turning to leave, but stops and turns back a second later to say one final thing. "Uh, thanks." 

Cleo furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, "What for?" 

"Making Ope smile again," she said as a sad smile crossed her face. "I haven't seen him this happy since--" she stopped herself, thinking it wouldn't be the best idea to bring up Donna, the dead wife, to the current girlfriend. "Well, thanks." 

Before Letty could even attempt to leave Cleo spoke up and Letty could hear the heartache in her voice, "I know I'll never live up to her." 

"You don't need to, Cle. Just be yourself. Because it's already enough in Ope's eyes." 

The two girls share another smile. 

"I would really like to be your friend, Lett. You know for Ope's sanity." 

Letty chuckled, "It would make it easier on him, wouldn't it?" 

Cleo chuckled, nodding her head, "Yeah, it would." 

"Let's just take it one day at a time." 

"One day at a time," Cleo recited, a smile gracing her face.

"I'll catch ya later," Letty said, turning around and stepping back into the narrow hall. 

"Cya," Cleo replied softly, watching Letty leave, glad they finally cleared the air, but she knew it would take a lot more than one conversation for them to completely heal. 

***

Juice paced the length of the dorm room, frustration evident in every step. Letty stood by the window, arms crossed, her resolve unwavering.

"Letty, you can't come with us. It's too dangerous," Juice pleaded, his voice edged with fear.

"I'm not staying behind, Juice. This is my fight too," Letty shot back, her eyes blazing with determination.

Juice stopped in his tracks, his hands running through his hair in exasperation, "Goddammit, Letty, I don't want to lose you!"

"You won't," Letty replied firmly.

The intensity of the argument hang heavy in the air, their emotions clashing like a storm. Juice took a step forward, his eyes dark with frustration and fear, "Baby, please," he started, but she cut him off with a disgruntled scoff. 

"Oh, my God, this is why I didn't that want to tell you in this first place! I knew you were going to start treating me like a fragile little thing that could shatter at any moment. I am not one of them!" she shouted, motioning to her bedroom door, signalling to the wives and mothers of the club members. "I am not some old lady, Juice. I'm your partner. I'm not your little damsel in distress that you gotta save from the big bad wolf. Ride or die, remember? Those words don't go away just because you think it's too dangerous. And there is no way in hell I'm just gonna stand around and watch you go off and risk your life for me. No," she declared, shaking her head rapidly. "I'm gonna be right there by your side, because you are the man that I love. The three words that were so important for you to hear...Well, here they are again. I love you," she said, taking a determined stride forward and grabbing hold of his face, locking her eyes onto his. "I'm sorry to say, but you're stuck with me, baby," she let out a light chuckle. "'Cause I don't just say those words lightly. From this moment on, it's you and me. Together. We're stronger together," she said, resting her forehead on his. "Whether we live or die. 'Cause if I'm going down, they ain't no place I rather be than by your side."

In an instant, Juice's anger and fear faded away, replaced with a urgent need and desire, and before he could even think about stopping himself, he surged forward, grabbing Letty and pulling her into a passionate kiss. She responded instantly, her own anger and determination fuelling the intensity of their embrace.

Their kiss turned frantic, each trying to convey their love and desperation through the fervent exchange. Juice's hands roamed over her body, tearing her clothes off, needing to feel her bare skin against him. Letty followed his lead, practically ripping his clothes off, before digging her nails into his bare back, pulling him closer to her as if to anchor them together. 

Juice backed her up against the wall, his mouth never leaving hers. The heat between them escalated, their need for each other overshadowing everything else. 

"Jump," Juice breathed out. 

Letty did just that, while Juice's hands were securely on her ass as Letty wrapped her legs around his waist, their bodies pressed together in a desperate attempt to merge into one.

"Letty," Juice murmured against her lips, his voice a mix of lust and need.

"Shut up and fuck me," Letty demanded, her voice breathless.

Juice didn't need further encouragement. Grabbing hold of his shaft, he found her entrance, running his tip over her folds, and then, with one powerful thrust, he was inside her, their moans mingling in the charged air. They moved together, their rhythm frantic and raw, each thrust a declaration of their deep and reckless love for each other. 

"God, Letty," Juice groaned, his grip on her hips tightening as he drove deeper, harder.

"Juice," Letty gasped, her nails digging into his back, urging him on. "Don't stop."

Their movements became a blur, a feverish dance of passion and desperation. The intensity of their need for each other consumed them, leaving no room for anything else. Juice's thrusts grew more urgent, driven by the fear of what lay ahead and the need to make this moment last.

Juice's head lay on Letty's forehead as he felt his climax reaching, "Letty..." he growled, knowing he was fucking her raw right now. 

"Cum inside me, baby. I want to feel you. All of you," Letty was spent and breathless as she dug her nails into his back, making him hiss as she pulled him close to her when he tried to pull out. 

"Letty, I can't--" Juice knew he couldn't hold out much longer. 

"It's okay, baby," Letty grabbed hold of his face, meeting his gaze. "Let go." 

With a final, shuddering thrust, they both reached their peak, their cries echoing through the room. Juice held her tight, their bodies trembling from the intensity of their release, his stayed inside her, allowing her juices to mingle with his, their foreheads pressed together as they caught their breath.

"I'm scare, baby," Juice whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion.

Letty cupped his face, her eyes softening, "I know. But we're gonna get through this, baby. Together."

Juice nodded, his fear still lingering but tempered by the strength of their love. They shared a tender kiss, the urgency of their argument replaced by a profound connection. As Juice reluctantly lowered Letty to the ground, they pulled apart and got dressed, knowing that no matter what happened, they would be each other's anchor.

***

The sun was just beginning to set, casting a golden hue over the clubhouse. The air was thick with tension and anticipation as the club members prepared for their showdown with Weston. Families gathered outside, creating a somber yet supportive atmosphere. Mothers held their children close, and wives exchanged worried glances, silently praying for their loved ones' safe return.

Cleo stood near the entrance, her eyes fixed on Opie. He was gearing up, his face set in a determined expression. She felt a knot tighten in her stomach. Despite the danger, she couldn't help but admire his determination and strength. 

As Opie approached Cleo, his expression softened, "Hey, babe," he said quietly, wrapping his arms around her.

"Hey," she replied, her voice wavering slightly. "You ready for this?"

Opie nodded, "Yeah, as ready as I'll ever be. Just...stay safe, okay? Keep an eye on the kids," he glanced over Cleo's shoulder, Kenny and Ellie were standing with Lyla, her arms wrapped around them in comfort.

Cleo nodded, her eyes glistening with unshed tears, "I will. You just make sure you come back to us," she said, clinging onto his kutte like she never wanted to let go. 

"Hey," Opie whispered, placing his finger under her chin and lifting her head to make her meet his gaze. "I'll catch you on the flip side," he said, wiping away the single tear that ran down her cheek, before leaning down and pressing his lips against hers, the kiss was filled with all the words they longed to say. 

And when they finally pulled away, Cleo wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, burying her face in his chest as she murmured, "Only if you promise to catch me," her voice shook with emotion as she soaked his shirt with her tears. 

Opie simply wrapped a strong arm around her and ran a hand through her hair soothingly as they held each other, savouring the warmth and comfort of each other's embrace. The world around them seemed to blur, leaving just the two of them in a fleeting moment of peace, before the storm. 

Letty and Juice walked right past the couple, their fingers linked, but as they started to head to the row of bikes parked up ahead, Letty's arm was grabbed by her father. 

"Hey, what are you doing?" he asked, his grip tight on his daughter's arm, while his other was wrapped around his wife. 

Letty turned to Juice, telling him to give them a minute, before turning back to Clay and yanking her arm out of his grip, "I'm coming with you guys." He opened his mouth to protest, but Letty immediately cut him off. "And I don't care what you say, this is my fight too." 

Clay sighed, but nodded nonetheless, "Okay." 

Gemma's eyebrows shot up as she pulled back from her husband, crossing her arms over her chest, scoffing in disbelief, her stern gaze on their daughter, "The hell you are!" 

"Honey, she'll be fine," Clay assured, reaching for her hand, but she simply recoiled from his touch. 

"This is my life, Mum," Letty argued, crossing her own arms over her chest. "And this is exactly where I'm meant to be. I know that now." 

"These people are dangerous, baby," she said, lowering her tone for the next part. "They hurt you." 

"Yeah, they did!" Letty said, her voice slightly raised, not giving a shit who heard. "They hit me over the back of the head, tied me to a chain link fence and gang raped me!"

Everyone's eyes widened as gasps came the wives and mothers gathered. 

"But you know what, I dare them to try it again," Letty said, spreading her arms wide in a challenging stance, making Jax smirk proudly. "I am done being a victim, Ma." 

Gemma sighed, striding forward and bringing Letty in for a tight embrace, "I love you, baby," she murmured, before placing a kiss on her cheek, making a smile grace Letty's face as she hugged her mother back.

As they pulled back, Opie was making his way to his bike, so Gemma grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks, "Hey, you watch my baby out there, yeah?" 

Opie turned to Letty for a moment, before turning back to Gemma with a firm nod, not needing to ask anymore questions, "Always." 

Gemma sent him a nod and a smile in thanks as Letty linked her arm with Opie's as they made their way over to the row of bikes, Jax soon joining them, wrapping his arm over Letty's shoulders. 

As they reached their bikes, Letty mounted her Harley, the leather of her jacket gleaming in the late afternoon light. Juice reached over and grabbed her hand, bringing it up to his lips and pressing a kiss onto her knuckles, earning a smile in return. 

"You can't be serious?!" Half-Sack blurted out, his eyes wide in bewilderment at the fact that everyone was acting so casual about Letty coming to a fist fight with a bunch of grown ass men!

"Shut up prospect, she'd be a better shot than ye blind folded," Chibs chimed in, whacking the boy on the back of the head. 

"Ow!" Half-Sack hissed, rubbing the back of his head. "And in a fist fight with a bunch of gown men?!" 

"Same principle," Happy quipped with a smirk, earning a glare from Half-Sack, as the others chuckled in amusement. 

"Relax, sweet cheeks," Letty said, sending him a reassuring smile, that did nothing to calm his nerves. "Lightning doesn't strike the same place twice. They got the jump on me once, that ain't gonna happen again." 

With a final nod from Clay, the club members revved their engines and rode off into the sunset, leaving behind the worried gazes of their loved ones. The families stood there, united in their silent prayers, waiting for the return of their warriors.

As the dust settled and the sound of engines faded into the distance, Gemma turned to face the others. They all knew the risks, but they also knew the strength of the men they loved.

"Come here," she said, wrapping her arm around Tara's shoulders and placing a kiss on her cheek. "It's gonna be okay. It'll be all right. Let's get 'em inside. Come on, kids," she called out to the children gathered as she started to lead a worried Tara inside, who was now concerned and scared for two people. "Hey, porn star," Gemma called out to Cleo, who was kneeled down in front of a scared Kenny and Ellie, reassuring them their dad would be fine. At the sound of her name, Cleo whipped around. "Come with us," Gemma said, motioning her over. 

Cleo grabbed Kenny and Ellie's hands and walked over to Gemma, who wrapped her arm over her shoulders and placed a quick kiss on her cheek, before leading everyone inside. 

***

The night was thick and heavy, cloaking the world in darkness. The only light came from the powerful headlights of the Sons' Harleys, casting long, eerie shadows across the deserted lot where they had chosen to confront Weston and his crew. The air was charged with tension, every breath exhaled hung in the cold night.

The Sons of Anarchy stood in a tight formation, their faces set with grim determination. The roar of their engines had died down, leaving a deafening silence that only heightened the anticipation of the up-coming fight. Each man was a silhouette against the harsh beams of light, their kuttes glinting under the glare.

Juice clenched his fists tightly, his eyes darting across the lot where Letty stood with her father, who took the chance to give his daughter one final pep talk before Weston arrived with his crew. 

"If you try to go hand to hand combat with a grown ass man, you'lll lose, that's just the reality of it," Clay whispered to Letty, the girl hanging onto his every word. "It's biology, you can't change it. But you can use his own weight and strength against him. You find a weakness, and you exploit it." 

Letty nodded her head with determination, "Okay," she said, cracking her knuckles together. 

"You got this, baby," he said, bringing her in for a quick side hug and placing a kiss on the top of her head. 

A wistful smile graced Letty's face as she looked up at her old man, "I learnt from the best." 

Charming 

1995 

The sun was beginning to set, casting long shadows across the backyard of the Morrow household. A young Letty, no more than eight years old, stood in the middle of the yard, her small hands clenched into determined fists. Her eyes were focused, eyebrows furrowed in concentration, as she faced off against her makeshift opponent - a punching bag suspended from a sturdy tree branch.

Her father, Clay, towering and imposing, stood beside her, his arms crossed over his broad chest. Despite his rough exterior, his eyes softened as he watched the little girl mimic his stance, her spirit unyielding. From the moment she was born, Letty had always had a fire in her, one that matched her mother's.

"All right, princess," Clay said, his voice gruff but encouraging. "First thing you need to remember is that size doesn't matter as much as you think. It's about where you hit and how hard."

Letty nodded, her ponytail bobbing with the movement, "Got it."

"Good. Now, if someone bigger comes at you, you go for the weak spots. Eyes, throat, groin, knees. Got it?"

"Got it," Letty repeated, her voice a mix of excitement and determination.

"Show me," Clay instructed, stepping back to give her room.

Letty took a deep breath, then launched herself at the punching bag. She jabbed at its "Eyes," kicked at its "Knees," and pretended to strike its "Groin." Her movements were awkward and uncoordinated, but the effort and intention were there. Clay watched her closely, noting the intensity in her eyes.

"Not bad," he said after a few moments. "But you need to be quicker. And don't just use your fists. Use your elbows, your knees. Every part of your body can be a weapon."

Letty paused, looking up at him with wide eyes, "Even my head?"

Clay chuckled, ruffling her hair, "Yeah, baby, even your head. But that's a last resort. You don't want to knock yourself out."

Letty giggled, the sound a bright contrast to the seriousness of their weekly lessons. Clay's heart warmed at the sight of her smile, but he quickly masked it with a stern expression.

"All right, let's try it again. And this time, pretend the bag's coming at you. Move around, don't stand still."

Letty nodded, her face turning serious once more. She bounced on the balls of her feet, circling the punching bag as if it were a real opponent. She threw punches and kicks, her small body moving with surprising agility.

"That's it," Clay encouraged. "Keep moving. Don't give it a chance to get you."

As the lesson continued, Clay couldn't help but feel a swell of pride. Letty was a natural fighter, with a fierce spirit and a determination that reminded him so much of himself at that age. He knew life wasn't going to be easy for her, especially being a young girl around the club and all its dangers. But if he could help her learn to protect herself, he'd be giving her a fighting chance. Well, he hoped. 

After a while, Letty stopped, panting and sweaty, but beaming with pride. She looked up at her father, her eyes shining with gratitude and admiration.

"Thanks, Daddy," she said, her voice breathless but sincere. "I feel like a real fighter now."

Clay smiled, a rare, genuine smile that he reserved for moments he shared with his little girl, "You did good, kiddo. Remember, it's not just about fighting. It's about having the strength to stand up for yourself. You got that?"

Letty nodded vigorously, "Yeah, I got it."

"Good," he said, pulling her into a quick, firm hug. "Now, let's go get you some ice cream. You've earned it."

As they walked back toward the house, the last rays of the setting sun cast a warm glow over them, Clay felt a deep sense of satisfaction, because he knew, without a doubt, that Letty was going to grow up to be one hell of a strong woman.

"Hey, here they come," Jax announced, breaking the father and daughter out of their little huddle. 

The distant rumble of engines approaching could be heard as the headlights of Weston's crew appeared on the horizon, growing brighter as they neared. The Sons tensed, each man readying himself for the imminent confrontation.

Under the stark light of the Harleys, the tension reached a boiling point when Weston and his men jumped out of their cars, the sneers and smirks on their faces illuminated by the harsh beams, the guns they grasped onto shone in the moonlight. The lot declared a battlefield as the night air crackled with anticipation. 

An uneasy Letty took a step closer to Juice, her hand brushing against his. He turned to her, his eyes softening for a moment, "Stay close to me," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart as he gently brought her in for a passionate kiss, his lips lingering on hers as if trying to memorize every detail.

As they pulled away, their forehead rested on one another, "I love you," Letty murmured onto his lips. 

But their moment was cut short as Clay stepped forward, "Whatever happened to ten on ten, no weapons?" 

"Guess you couldn't handle a fair fight, huh?" Jax quipped, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. 

"Fair is for losers," Weston retorted, a smirk playing on is lips, before suddenly it dropped, his eyes darkened as did his tone. "I'd rather win." 

Jax's smirk widened, "Yeah, me too," he said, gutting his chin up in Tig's direction, who placed two fingers under his tongue and blew a whistle. 

Suddenly, the One-Niners and the Lin Triad appeared from the shadows, aimed with some serious hardware, surrounding Weston and his crew, who were now very outnumbered. 

"Put your weapons down," Clay ordered, his voice booming through the surrounding woods. 

"Put them down," Weston said to his men, who immediately lowered their guns. 

"Let's just stick to the plan, hey?" Letty said, stepping forward, matching her brother's smirk. 

"Well, hello, pretty," a sinister smirk crossed Weston's face as he stepped forward, letting out a whistle, while his eyes scanned her body with a predatory gaze, making her face contort in disgust. "Almost didn't see you there. Did you get lost on your way to the mall?" he taunted, eliciting laughter from his guys. "This is a man's playground, honey. Why don't you run along," he said, shooing her away. 

But Letty didn't move an inch, folding her arms over her chest, "Nah, I'm pretty sure I'm in the right place. Can't miss your funeral, now can I?" she taunted, a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. 

"The only funeral you'll be attending is your boyfriend's," he sneered, his narrowed eyes moving over to Juice, who's whole face hardened. "This is your last chance," he said as his attention went back to Letty. "Go home. It's time to stop playing dress up."  

Letty hummed, nodding her head, taking another step closer to Weston, "You know the best thing about growing up inside a motorcycle club with a bunch of outlaws is?" 

Weston furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "What's that, pretty?" 

Without warning, Letty threw a hard punch to the man's tense jaw, causing his head to whip to the side as he stumbled back slightly, giving Letty time to tackle him to the ground. 

"I know how to throw a punch," she hissed in his face as she moved to straddle his waist, keeping him pinned to the ground as she threw multiple punches to his face. 

And that was when chaos erupted, the once-still night was filled with the sounds of battle - shouts, fists against flesh, cracking of bones. The harsh headlights of the Harleys cast frantic, moving shadows, creating a scene of chaotic intensity. 

Suddenly, Weston managed to over power Letty and pined her down to the ground, a tight grip around her neck, making her gag. Juice noticing from afar, pulled away from the man he was fight and went to storm over, but Clay grabbed his arm, shaking his head, "She's got this," he said firmly. 

Juice scoffed, yanking his arm out of Clay's grip and striding forward. 

"Hey!" Clay followed after him, gripping his shoulder and spinning him around, "She needs this," he said, looking him dead in the eye. 

Juice sighed, turning back round, watching on nervously, running a hand over his mohawk as he saw Letty was turning blue as Weston's grip got tighter on her neck. 

"I did more than just break that pretty pussy of yours, I destroyed you," Weston hissed in her face, spit spilling from his mouth. "Your mind." And with each word his grip got tighter. "I bet I haunt your dreams every night, don't I princess? Do you think about me when you fuck your boyfriend?" 

Letty didn't response, as a somewhat unhinged laugh left her lips, which turned hysterical in seconds. And as Weston was taken aback slightly, she took it as her chance to knee him in the groin hard, making him let out a loud yelp of pain. But Letty didn't give him a chance to recover as she head butted him in the face, busting his nose in the process. Pushing him back down to the ground, she moved to straddle him once again. 

"Now, this is how you really choke someone," she said, grabbing his neck with both hands and pressing down hard, making Weston gasp for air as he desperately clawed at her hands. 

Clay smirked proudly as he glanced at Juice with a look that said, 'I told you so'. 

Letty didn't stop choking Weston, his fight slowly weakening as his skin started to resemble a tint of blue. Letty didn't even stop when she heard the sound of sirens approaching or when the red and blue light flashed from metres away. 

Her face was a mask of fierce determination and rage, her teeth bared in a primal snarl. The Sons watched with a mix of satisfaction and grim approval, their loyalty and respect for Letty evident in their expressions.

Juice wore an expression that resembled pride and anger as he stood among his brothers, his fists clenched, ready to jump in if needed. 

Jax and Opie exchanged glances, nodding slightly. They knew this was Letty's fight, and they were more than willing to let her have her moment of retribution. Clay stood with his arms crossed, a smirk playing on his lips as he watched Letty take control back. 

But the moment of fierce satisfaction was interrupted. Deputy Hale's jeep skidded to a halt nearby, the tires kicking up a cloud of dust.

Hale jumped out of the car, his face a mix of shock and determination. He had always harboured feelings for Letty after the night they shared back in L.A., but he also knew she would never return those feelings now that she was with Juice, but it didn't mean, his just disappeared. But seeing her like this, consumed by her rage, was more than he could bear. He stormed over, his hand instinctively reaching for his weapon.

"Letty, stop!" Hale shouted, his voice cutting through the chaos.

Letty didn't hear him at first, her focus solely on Weston. Her grip tightened, and Weston's struggles grew even weaker. The Sons looked up, surprised but not moving to interfere.

"Letty!" Hale yelled again, this time with more urgency. He reached her just as Weston's eyes started to roll back. Without thinking, he grabbed her shoulders and yanked her off Weston, pulling her to her feet and away from her prey.

Letty spun around, fury in her eyes as she shoved Hale hard in the chest, his eyes widened in shock as she panted heavily, her chest heaving, "Go home, deputy, this doesn't concern you," her voice was calm but demanding. 

"You're inside Charming!" Hale roared back, his anger evident in his tone. "Who the hell else does it concern?" 

Letty blinked, the rage slowly draining from her eyes, replaced by a mix of confusion and hurt, "You know what he did to me. He deserves this!" 

Hale's features softened as he placed his hands on her shoulders, "I know, Letty. But this isn't the way," he said, his voice softer but still firm. "This isn't you."

The Sons watched the exchange with wary eyes. Juice took a step forward, his protective instincts flaring up, but Clay held out a hand to stop him. This was Letty's moment, and they needed to see how it played out.

Letty let out a loud sarcastic laugh, confusing not only Hale, but everyone else around her, "You think fucking me in a bathroom stall gives you a clue to who I am?" she hissed, shrugging his hands off her shoulders, making both Clay and Juice's eyes to widen. 

"What?!" Juice blurted out. 

"Shit!" Letty mentally facepalmed herself. "Sorry," she said, sending her boyfriend an apologetic smile. "It was before I met you. I promise." Her attention then went back to the deputy as she continued. "The only thing you know about me, sweetheart, is what it feels like to be inside me. Now, shut up, so I can kill this asshole," she said, turning on her heel as she did just. But that was when she caught the man trying to walk away, so she quickly pounced, pulling out her knife, grabbing him, placing the blade right against his throat, stopping him in his tracks. "We ain't done yet." 

"I ain't going anywhere, pretty," Weston hissed in pain as Letty pushed the blade further into his flesh.  

"Letty!" Hale called out, his hand grasping his weapon that still sat in his hoister. "You go down this road, you ain't coming back." 

"Then I won't come back," Letty simply replied, her voice void of any emotion. 

"Letty, listen to me. Back in L.A., you remember what you told me, about why you left Charming? You wanted to be a better person. Be good. You wanted to know that your actions, everything you did was for something...a reason behind it." 

A amused smirk crossed Letty's face as she shook her head, "Yeah, you know where that got me? It got be beaten the shit out of every goddamn day for two whole years by someone who claimed to love me. It got me hit on the back of the head and dragged to some warehouse to be raped over and over again," her voice slightly cracked with emotion as tears pooled in her eyes. "If that's what being good gets me, then I don't want it," she declared, her grip on the knife tightening.  

Hale panicked, pulling out his gun from his hoister and aimed it at the back of Letty's head, making the Sons stiffen behind him, their hands instinctively moving down to their own hoisters, but Jax slightly shook his head, knowing Hale wouldn't pull the trigger, but remain vigilant in case he needed to step in. 

"Letty, put the knife down," Hale warned calmly, but his tone was firm. But when Letty remained in place, his voice raised, "Letty, put it down! Don't test me," he said, his hand shaking slightly as he gripped his weapon. 

"Shoot me," came Letty's shocking response. 

Hale was slightly taken aback, "What?" 

"That's the only way I'm gonna put this knife down," she hissed through gritted teeth, her strong grip still on the knife that was pressed against Weston's throat. 

Hale's chest heaved as his finger hovered over the trigger. 

"Shoot me or I'm gonna slit his fucking throat!" Letty screamed as she started to glid the knife across the man's skin, causing a painful grunt to come from Weston. 

Moving on his protective instincts, Hale lowered his gun and changed forward, managing to shove Letty aside, her back colliding with Weston's car, the knife dropping to the floor, "Stay back!" Hale warned, pointing his gun back at Letty, making her raise her hands as he kicked her knife aside out of her reach, before turning his attention to Weston. 

"AJ Weston," he started, placing his gun back in his hoister. "You're under arrest for arson. Burning down Cara Cara." 

Candy then finally stepped forward, pulling Weston's hands around to his back, preparing to cuff him. 

"Read him his rights," Hale told her. "Clean him up," he said, looking the man up and down with disgust. 

The woman did so as she started to lead him over to her petrol car. 

"What did you just do?" Letty sneered, glaring at Hale. 

Hale scoffed, "I just saved you from yourself." 

Letty chuckled, shaking her head, "No, you just proved one thing, sweetie. When push comes to shove you can't kill me. And that, David, makes me the most dangerous woman in Charming. Let's go," she said, motioning for the guys to follow her. 

"Man, I gotta say, Lett, you must have a magic pussy," Tig said, a smirk playing on his lips as he wrapped his arms around her shoulders. "First Cleo, then Hale, and now Juicy Boy," he chuckled, finding the whole thing amusing. 

"Or maybe I'm just a good person," Letty retorted, not so amused. 

"No," Tig shook his head, contorting his face in confusion and concentration. "That can't be it." 

"Shut up," Letty playfully shoved him, sharing a light-hearted chuckle with the man. 

***

The atmosphere inside Zobelle's cigar shop was tense, the air thick with anticipation. The dim lighting cast long shadows across the room, giving it an almost eerie feel. Unser sat casually in the armchair near the door, a thick cigar held between his fingers, the smoke curling lazily towards the ceiling. He looked relaxed, but his eyes held a sharpness that belied his calm demeanour.

Polly Zobelle stood behind the counter, her fingers fidgeting nervously with a stack of invoices. She sensed the danger before it arrived, an uneasy feeling settling in the pit of her stomach. Her eyes darted towards the door, as if expecting trouble to burst through at any moment.

Suddenly, the door to the shop was flung open with a force that rattled the windows. Letty and the Sons stormed in, their presence filling the room with a sense of menace. Clay was at the forefront, his expression a mix of determination and anger, followed closely by Juice, Jax, Opie, Tig, Happy, Bobby and Chibs, their faces set with grim resolve. Letty's eyes were cold, her jaw clenched in barely restrained fury.

Unser looked up from his cigar, his expression unchanging, though his eyes flicked with interest at the sudden intrusion. Polly took a step back, her breath catching in her throat as the Sons fanned out. 

Letty stepped forward, her eyes fixed on Polly, who was now visibly trembling, "Where's your father, Pol?" she asked, her voice dripping with barely contained rage.

Polly's eyes widened, her hands gripping the edge of the counter for support. She glanced at Unser, almost pleading with him for some assistance, but when he gave her no sign he was going to do his job tonight, she turned back to Letty, "I don't know," she said, her voice shaky. 

Letty simply backhanded the girl hard across the face, making her whole body whip around. The Morrow girl seethed with anger, ignoring Unser's protests, she grabbed a handful of Polly's blonde hair, pulling her back as she got right in her face, "Now, it's a fair fight bitch! You're gonna get Daddy on the phone. And you tell him, he either gets his ass here now or I'm gonna kill his little girl." 

"I don't know where he is," Polly said over her sobs, tears streaming down her face as blood dripped from the corner of her mouth. 

Letty clicked her tongue three times, "That's not what I wanted to here, Pol," she said in a mock-baby voice, shaking her head in a way a mother would when she was disappointed in her child's behaviour. Pulling out her knife from her hoister, she aimed it directly at a place no woman would want a knife pointed at. 

"Whoa, Letty, Letty! Hey!" Unser shouted in a frantic panic. 

"She's as guilty as the rest of them! She set it all up!" Letty snapped, glaring over at the man - how dare he defend this bitch. "Now, I'm gonna skin this bitch alive and you're not gonna do anything to stop me. Sit down!" 

Unser swallowed hard as he hesitantly sat himself back down in the armchair. 

A large smirk crossed Clay's face as he watched his daughter in action. 

A loud agonising scream came from Polly when Letty started to slowly slid the blade up her inner thigh. 

"Polly!" the sound of Zobelle's booming voice came from the back of the stall, startling them all, but Letty's grip remained on Polly's hair, the knife still aimed at her lower region. "Polly--" 

As Zobelle entered the room, his eyes widened at the scene he was met with, but before he could say anything, he was grabbed by Tig. 

"What are you doing to my daughter?!" Zobelle panicked, Tig's grip tightening on his shoulders. 

"We were just getting a little kinky," Letty said, offering him an innocent smile. "Never heard of knife play? It's very thrilling," her smile now turned into a sinister smirk as she pulled the knife back that was coated with Polly's blood and brought it to her lips, biting the tip of it as she met the girl's gaze, who was frozen in fear. 

"I always preferred killing with a knife. You know why, baby doll?" 

"Why?" Polly croaked out. 

"Because you can feel their life slipping away between your fingers. Knowing that you quite literally have someone's life in your hands. There's no other feeling like it in the world," Letty's whole expression changed into something that could only be described as malice. Her head tilted to the side as her eyes bored into Polly's very soul. 

"Jesus Christ," Zobelle breathed out, catching the Morrow girl's attention. "You're insane." 

"She prefers the term spontaneous," Tig chimed in. 

"Awe, thanks, Tigga," Letty beamed, shooting him a grateful smile. 

"You know what, I like teaming up with you, Letty," Tig started to say. "'Cause when we do I'm the sane one," he said, shivering slightly in fear - Letty really did scare the shit out of him sometimes. 

"Give him to me," Clay cut in, motioning for Tig to deliver Zobelle. 

Tig forcefully shoved Zobelle over to his President, while Letty roughly guided Polly into a chair, the knife placed against her throat. 

"Welcome back," Clay smirked tauntingly at the man, who was being kept securely in front of him by Opie, as he had a tight grip on Zobelle's shoulders. 

"What do you want?" Zobelle sneered. 

"Talk. Outside Charming." 

Zobelle turned to the Chief of police in disbelief, "You're just gonna let this happen?" 

"Walk out the door," Clay demanded. 

"No," Zobelle replied, standing tall against Clay's wrath. "You want to kill me, do it here on Main Street." 

"Fine," Clay hissed, forcing the man down on his knees. 

A smirk was plastered on Letty's face as she grabbed a crying Polly's face and forcefully turned it towards the scene, "Now, you're gonna watch while my Daddy shoots your Daddy in the head." 

"I was just trying to accommodate our friend with the badge," Clay said as he pulled out his gun and the click of his safety being removed echoed through the room, but before he could pull the trigger, the doors swung open, catching everyone's attention. 

Realising what was happening, the new arrival, Hale, pulled out his gun and pointed it at Clay and the other sons. 

"Deputy Chief! Deputy Chief, that bitch assaulted my daughter," Zobelle called out to the man desperately. 

Letty gasped, placing a hand over her heart like she was offended, "I did nothing of the sort. We're just hanging out, right, Pol?" 

Tig simply turned to her with a 'seriously?' look, "She's literally shaking in fear." 

"Who's side are you on here?!" 

"They threatened my life," Zobelle continued over Letty and Tig's banter. "Arrest them!" 

"I've got this, Deputy," Unser said calmly, stepping forward. 

"What are you doing?" Hale turned to Unser with a look of disbelief.

"My shield still outranks yours. And I'm telling my men, there's been no crime here, and there won't be one here. Now all of you, just turn around and go back to the station house. Go ahead." 

The officers started to leave as Jax and Bobby opened the door and started to lead a hesitate Hale outside. 

"Officers, my...my daughter and I are in possession of illegal nɑrcоtіcs," Zobelle called out to them in desperation. "There's a load of them under that cash register in the centre drawer. You can find them there." 

The police officer standing behind the counter searched the draw and pulled out the bag of drugs, "It's here," he announced. 

"There, arrest us! Do it! 

Hale glanced around the room hesitantly, before striding forward and doing his job, pulling Zobelle up to his feet, while the other men went over to grab Polly from Letty, "Cuff them," He ordered. "Take them to the station."

But before Polly could be led away, Letty leaned in close to her ear, making her whole body tense, "I'm going to kill you. Might not be today, might not be tomorrow, but you will die. And until then, my face will haunt you every time you close your eyes."

Polly's eyes widened in fear as the pool of unshed tears blinded her vision as she was led out the door alongside her father. 

As Letty watched them being led away, she walked over to her brother, leaning her elbow on his shoulder as she spoke tauntingly, "You see that boys, that's a dead woman walking. See you soon, sweetheart," she said, waving to the girl as she was placed into the backseat of a petrol car, the sinister smirk on Letty's face sending shivers down her spine. 

When the cars drove away, they all made their way back to their Harleys, "Is that a real thing?" Tig asked, mounting his bike that sat between Letty's and Happy's. 

"What?" Letty frowned in confusion. 

"The knife play thing?" 

"Oh, yeah," Happy chimed in, a wistful smile playing on his lips. 

Letty chuckled, patting Happy on the back as she placed on her helmet. 

Tig looked between the two warily as he spoke, "You two scare me." 

"Thank you," they both said in unison, unaffected as they started up their engines and pulled back onto the road, leaving a stunned Tig behind. 

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