Chapter 30

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After the cleanup, everyone sat around chatting and waiting on the bikers to return. Lyla, Tara, and Aria sat together as Tara watched her boys playing with some of the other children that were there. A noise outside the clubhouse frightened people so Aria took off for her room for a gun she had packed. Her grandfather taught her how to shoot when she was a little girl and she felt the need to help defend her new friends and the children that were there. Gemma grabbed her gun from her room as well. Several members of L.O.A.N. had burst through the door waving their guns around to frighten the remaining people at the clubhouse. Several bikers had been left behind to watch over the women and children and they quickly took their guns out.

"We're going to kill all of you as a message to the Sons." One guy stated.

"In a cold day in hell, boy. Leave now before we kill you." One of the bikers retorted as Aria and Gemma emerged from the dorms.

Each woman cocked her gun and assessed the situation. Lyla had her children on the ground while Tara was cradling her two boys to her afraid of what was about to happen to them.

"We'll do whatever we want in Charming and the Sons can't stop us." The guy huffed as he cocked his gun.

"I'd put it down before things get bloody in here." The biker warned him.

"Not in front of the women and children." Another biker added in.

"We're going to kill them too." Another member of the gang stated before firing at one biker.

In an instant, hell broke loose. Both Aria and Gemma stood in the entrance to the dorms and began firing at the bad guys. Lyla covered her ears while her children did the same. Tara did her best to cover her sons' ears from the loud gunfire. Aria hit one guy in the side who then turned towards her and Gemma. Right before he could pull the trigger, she fired again hitting him in the head. "Good job, sweetheart." Gemma told her before she took aim at another guy. Aria hit another guy in the side and then in his dominant arm making him drop his gun and hold onto his side wound and cuss. As quickly as the gunfire started, it stopped. The group of L.O.A.N. members were either dead or too wounded to fight.

The bikers picked up the dead bodies and quickly took them out of the clubhouse to find somewhere to store them until they could figure out how to dispose of them. Once the dead bodies were removed, they tied up the still-living men and moved them outside. Kids were crying, women were shaking, Gemma was angry. This was the second time they'd been attacked. It seems this time it was known that most of SAMCRO were off the premises. Gemma and Aria walked further into the room to help the other women and children get up and make sure they were all ok. Tara was angry at being attacked with her children there and Gemma understood her anger. They had been threatened with death specifically to send a message to SAMCRO.

Aria sat back down and put her gun on the table. Lyla moved to sit with her, eyeing the gun. She had sent her kids back to the room she shared with Opie to watch TV. Gemma made the rounds in the clubhouse checking on everyone as Aria sat there stunned at what she had done. She had killed a man. She had wounded another. Granted, her grandfather had wanted her to be able to defend herself if she ever found herself in a life-and-death situation and that's exactly what had just happened. Lyla looked at her new friend and began to worry for her.

"Wolfie? Are you ok?" Lyla gently asked.

"I killed one man and severely injured another." Aria retorted.

"You helped protect us. You defended us and yourself. They were intent on killing us all." Lyla replied.

"I'm gonna go to prison for this." Aria blurted out.

"No, sweetheart. The boys will get back and clean this mess up. No one will tell the cops you killed anyone." Gemma stated as she interjected herself into the conversation, "Besides, Lyla's right. This was self-defense. You were defending yourself and your family from people who were intent on killing us all."

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