~𝙼𝙾𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝙱𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙻𝚈𝙳𝙴~

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕤𝕚𝕩𝕥𝕖𝕖𝕟

Bellatrix was seething with anger, her usually playful demeanor replaced by a steely resolve. She felt betrayed and disrespected, and she was not going to let it slide. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides as she stormed out of the clubhouse, her jaw set and her eyes blazing with fury.

She straddled her bike, the engine roaring to life as she peeled out of the lot, the sound of her engine drowning out the chaos in her mind. She needed to clear her head, to find a way to channel her anger into something productive.

As Bellatrix sat at the truck stop, she took a moment to collect her thoughts. She had ridden all the way to Nevada in a fit of anger, ending up at this random stop. Looking around, she noticed the quaint charm of the place—the neon lights casting a warm glow, the faint sound of country music drifting through the air, and the smell of diesel mixed with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.

Bellatrix walked over to the counter and ordered a cup of coffee. As she sat sipping her drink, she couldn't help but feel a sense of peace wash over her. The open road had always been her refuge, a place where she could clear her mind and find solace in the hum of her bike.

Lost in her thoughts, Bellatrix realized that she needed to head back. She had left without a word to anyone, and she knew Tig and the others would be worried. With a sigh, she finished her coffee and made her way back to her bike.

As she rode back towards Charming, Bellatrix felt a sense of calm settle over her. She knew there were still challenges ahead, but she also knew that she had the strength and resilience to face them head-on.

She could feel her phone ringing in her kutte pocket, as she took her hand off the handlebar and reached into her pocket to retrieve it. She glanced at the caller ID—it was Chibs. With a sinking feeling in her stomach, she answered the call. "Chibs, what's up?" she asked, her voice tinged with worry.

"Hey get down to the clubhouse, Clay needs you, lass."said Chibs, a tinge of urgency in his voice.

Bellatrix nodded, even though Chibs couldn't see her. "On my way," she replied before hanging up. She revved her bike's engine, as she got closer and closer to Charming"s city limits.

***

Clay sat behind his desk, a serious expression on his face, as Bellatrix entered his office. She was tense, her eyes fixed on him as she waited for him to speak.

"I've been looking into the issue with your pay," Clay began, his tone neutral. "And it turns out there was a mistake in the calculations. You've been shorted a significant amount of money over the last few months."

Bellatrix's eyes widened in disbelief. She had suspected that she was being underpaid, but she never expected the discrepancy to be so large. "How much?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Clay slid a stack of bills across the desk towards her. "This should cover what you're owed," he said, his voice softening slightly.

Bellatrix counted the money, her eyes widening in shock as she realized just how much she had been shorted. She looked up at Clay, her expression unreadable.

"I'm sorry, Bellatrix," Clay said, his voice sincere. "It was never my intention for this to happen. I hope this makes things right."

Bellatrix stared at the money in her hands, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. She was grateful to finally receive what she was owed, but she couldn't shake the feeling of betrayal. She had trusted Clay to treat her fairly, and he had let her down.

"Thank you," she said finally, her voice tight with emotion. She stood up, clutching the money in her hands, and walked out of Clay's office. She knew that things would never be the same between them, but at least she had what was rightfully hers.

***

Bellatrix and Tig arrived at the old church, the historic building casting a solemn yet majestic presence. The wooden doors creaked as they pushed them open, revealing the grand interior bathed in sunlight filtering through stained glass windows.

Bellatrix's eyes sparkled with excitement as she took in the high vaulted ceilings, intricate arches, and ornate details adorning the walls. Tig stood beside her, his hand gently resting on the small of her back, a silent yet supportive presence.

"This place is amazing," Bellatrix whispered, almost in awe.

Tig nodded, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Yeah, it's perfect for us," he replied, his voice filled with warmth.

They wandered through the church, exploring every nook and cranny, imagining how their wedding would look in this beautiful space. Bellatrix could already picture herself walking down the aisle, surrounded by their friends and family, with Tig waiting for her at the altar.

As they stood in the empty church, Bellatrix turned to Tig, her eyes shining with excitement. "I think this is it. Our perfect wedding venue," she said, her voice filled with certainty.

Tig pulled her into a tight embrace, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I think you're right, bug. This place is perfect," he whispered, his voice filled with love.

And in that moment, Bellatrix and Tig knew that they had found the perfect place to begin their forever together.

*

Bellatrix and Tig sat at the kitchen table, surrounded by stacks of wedding invitations. Bellatrix carefully placed a finished invitation into an envelope, her handwriting elegant and precise. Tig watched her, a soft smile on his face, as he addressed another envelope.

"I can't believe we're actually sending these out," Bellatrix said, a hint of excitement in her voice.

Tig nodded, sealing an envelope with a kiss. "Yeah, it's starting to feel real, isn't it?" he replied, his voice filled with emotion.

They worked in comfortable silence, the only sound the rustling of paper and the occasional scratch of a pen. Bellatrix glanced up from her work, her eyes meeting Tig's.

"I'm so glad we found that church. It's going to be the perfect place for our wedding," she said, her voice soft.

Tig reached across the table, taking her hand in his. "Yeah, it's going to be beautiful. Just like you," he said, his eyes full of love.

Bellatrix blushed, a smile spreading across her face. She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Tig's lips. "I love you," she whispered.

"I love you too, bug," Tig replied, pulling her into a warm embrace.

As they finished addressing the last of the invitations, Bellatrix and Tig sat back, admiring their handiwork. They were one step closer to their dream wedding, and they couldn't wait to celebrate their love with their friends and family.

*