~𝙼𝙾𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝙱𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙻𝚈𝙳𝙴~

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕖𝕟

Running 99 down the highway, rolling 9 deep was NOT how Bellatrix wanted to spend her "sexy Saturday." But when your father calls you at seven o'clock in the morning, right when sexy Saturday is set to begin, you forgo a day of nasty, disgusting lovemaking and get your voluptuous ass on your Harley and go.

An urgent matter had arisen in San Diego, necessitating the club's attention, although SAMDINO could have handled it just as well. Fortunately, Clay allowed Bellatrix to ride bitch with her honey, ensuring she could finally get some much-needed rest. As the rain poured down in torrents, soaking through their leather jackets and jeans, Tig couldn't help but smile at the sight of Bellatrix snoring softly against his shoulder. Despite the discomfort of the rain, her presence brought him a sense of contentment that he cherished. The group had been on the road for seven hours straight, nearing the end of their journey when the downpour hit them with full force. Clay signaled to Jax and Tig, raising his voice over the roar of the rain and engines. "Hey, what do you say we pull off and get Sleeping Beauty here to somewhere that's dry?" he hollered. The suggestion was met with unanimous agreement.

As Tig cut the engine of his bike, Bellatrix finally woke from her slumber. "Daddy, I hate to tell you this, but we have a problem. I'm soaking wet, and not the kind you like," she said, her voice groggy with sleep. Tig chuckled softly, brushing a strand of wet hair from her face. "Don't worry, baby. We'll get you dried off in no time," he reassured her, his affectionate tone carrying through the rain-soaked air. After snagging the "Baby Trix" card from Clay's wallet, they went shopping for dry clothes for Bellatrix, ensuring they wouldn't have to worry about it affecting their bank accounts. While the rest of the crew checked into a skeezy hotel, the pair of "psychos" hunted for the nearest mall.Bellatrix relished playing in the rain, but she absolutely despised the feeling of wet clothes clinging to her skin.

***

The following morning, the Sons woke up with the sun, ready to hit the road once again. After a quick stop for gas and some South California breakfast tacos, they were off, their engines roaring as they resumed their journey. The blast of ice-cold air walking into the San Diego charter clubhouse was a welcome feeling for Bellatrix. "I don't care what happened, but wake me up when it's time to leave. I'm gonna take a nap in actual fuckin' AC!" she snapped, exasperatedly.  The tiny woman's nap was sadly cut short by a San Diego prospect nudging her awake. "Excuse me, Missus Trager, but Clay said for me to come wake you up. He needs you," he all but whimpered. Bellatrix swung the chapel door wide open. "I TOLD YOU THAT I WAS GOING TO TAKE A GODDAMN NAP! Why do you feel the need to pester me, Dad?!?" she exclaimed, her frustration evident in her voice.

Clay adjusted his rings, a sign of his irritation. "Because you're my daughter, and a member of this club. That's why!" he snapped, clearly frustrated with Bellatrix's attitude.

***

Days later, tensions within SAMCRO had eased, and the club was back to its usual routines. Bellatrix had reconciled with Clay after their argument, understanding his reasons for waking her. She had also resumed her role in the club, balancing her duties with her personal life.

Bellatrix reclined on the couch, surrounded by the chaos of moving boxes and the sound of men's voices drifting in from various parts of the house. She took a sip from her tumbler, savoring the sweet combination of Crown Vanilla and Dr. Pepper as she delved into the pages of her raunchy romance novel. Despite the hectic nature of move-in day, she found solace in the familiar comfort of her drink and the tantalizing escapism of her book.

Tig was exhausted, feeling "wore slap out," as Bellatrix would say. However, each time the tiny red-haired woman on the couch let out wolf whistles or an "ooo look at dat big boy" as he passed by to fetch another box from the U-Haul trailer, it made all the effort worthwhile. Her playful banter and appreciative comments lifted his spirits and gave him the energy to keep going, despite his fatigue.

Meanwhile, Happy and Jax were steadily complaining, their grumbles filling the air as they carried boxes and furniture into the house. Happy, with his trademark scowl, muttered about how he hated moving and how his back was going to kill him the next day. Jax, trying to keep up with the pace, grumbled about the heat and how he'd rather be riding his bike. Tig, feeling the strain of the day, snapped at them, his irritation evident. "Shut the hell up! If you're gonna complain, do it inside your head where the HBIC can't hear your stupid asses," he barked, his frustration boiling over as he hoisted yet another box from the truck.

Bellatrix stood in the front doorway, her hands resting on her daisy duke-clad hips, her fiery gaze fixed on Jackson Nathaniel. "You drop my bar, and I'll beat you black and blue," she warned, her tone laced with a mixture of playfulness and seriousness.

Her big brother rolled his eyes. "Don't tempt me. Nobody needs a $600 bar setup," he retorted, his tone tinged with exasperation.

* 

After finally completing the move around 5:00 in the afternoon, Bellatrix found herself lacking the motivation to cook. Fortunately, it was wing night at the clubhouse, so she and Tig decided to take advantage of that opportunity instead.

Bellatrix stood behind the bar, munching on some boneless chicken wings, as she observed the club members enjoying their food and drinks. Meanwhile, Juice stood off in the corner, his face buried in his phone, a big lovestruck grin plastered on his face.

***

Juice's phone buzzed, and he glanced down to see a message from Leighton. His heart skipped a beat as he opened the message, reading it quickly. A smile spread across his face as he read the invitation to dinner. He had been hoping for a chance to spend more time with Leighton, and this seemed like the perfect opportunity.

Quickly composing a reply, Juice typed, "Hey Leighton, that sounds great! I'd love to go out for dinner with you. The Italian place downtown sounds perfect. When were you thinking?"

As he hit send, Juice couldn't help but feel a flutter of excitement. He was looking forward to getting to know Leighton better outside of club business.