~𝙼𝙾𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝙱𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙻𝚈𝙳𝙴~

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕨𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕪-𝕥𝕨𝕠

Bellatrix pulled into the Teller-Morrow lot, she had a bad feeling about today, Her and Tig had already gotten in an argument. As she climbed out of her car, Jax came barreling into the lot, practically laying his bike down, He got the kickstand down before a swarm of Charming Police and ATF flooded the lot. Closing the car door, Bellatrix sprinted over to her husband. She clung to Tig, Fear and anger coursing through her veins. She fucking hated the ATF.

Bellatrix let out a scream as Tig was thrown to the ground. She struggled against the agents, trying to reach him, but they held her back. Tig grunted as he hit the ground, his face contorted in pain. Bellatrix could see the anger in his eyes as he tried to push himself up."Get off me, you son of a bitch!" Tig shouted, his voice filled with rage.Bellatrix fought against the agents, desperation giving her strength. She managed to break free for a moment, rushing to Tig's side. She knelt down beside him, trying to help him up."Tig, are you okay?" she asked, her voice trembling.Tig nodded, gritting his teeth against the pain. "I'm fine, Trixie. Just get out of here, they're not after you."Bellatrix shook her head, refusing to leave him. "I'm not leaving you, Tig. We stick together, remember?"Tig managed a weak smile, despite the situation. "Yeah, we stick together," he said, reaching out to squeeze her hand.But their moment was short-lived as more agents descended on them, pulling Bellatrix away from Tig. She fought against them, but they were too strong. Tig's voice echoed in her ears as she was dragged away, the sound of his struggle filling her with a sense of helplessness.
The older man knew his wife was about to do something stupid. Bellatrix turned around and punched the officer behind her as hard as she could, next thing she knew she was on the ground, in handcuffs next to Tig.

Bellatrix couldn't suppress a giggle as she belly-crawled towards her husband. Tig, equally amused, couldn't hold back his laughter either. "Really, woman?" he chuckled, finding humor even in their chaotic situation.

Tig shifted on the hard bench, trying to get comfortable. "You know what this cell needs?" he mused, looking at Bellatrix."What's that?" she asked, intrigued."Some romance," he said with a smirk, inching closer to her.Bellatrix laughed, shaking her head. "In a holding cell? You never quit, do you, Tigger?"Tig grinned, wrapping an arm around her. "Can't help it, babe. Just trying to keep things interesting.""Of course you are, you dirty old man," she teased, leaning in to kiss him, the tension of the situation momentarily forgotten in their playful banter.

***

As they were released from the holding cell, the officer, sporting a black eye, addressed them, "Mister and Missus Trager, you've been released."Bellatrix and Tig exchanged a glance, noticing the officer's disapproving expression. "Thanks," Tig said, a hint of sarcasm in his voice.The officer frowned, his displeasure evident. "I hope you two are satisfied. You've caused quite a stir around here," he said, shaking his head.Bellatrix raised an eyebrow, unimpressed by his attitude. "We didn't exactly plan for this," she retorted, stepping out of the cell with Tig. Tig smirked at the officer, teasingly adding, "Don't worry, Sarge, we'll try to stay out of trouble... for a little while at least."The officer sighed, rubbing his black eye. "Of course you will," he muttered under his breath, watching as the couple left the station
***
Bellatrix and Tig were baffled when they walked into the clubhouse. It was in shambles, tables overturned, chairs scattered, and club members milling around looking confused and angry."What the hell happened here?" Bellatrix exclaimed, surveying the chaos.Tig shook his head, equally puzzled. "I have no idea. But it looks like a tornado hit this place."They made their way through the wreckage, trying to piece together what had happened. They overheard snippets of conversation from the other members, something about an ATF raid and assault charges.As they reached the center of the clubhouse, they were met by Chibs, who had a grim expression on his face. "It's a mess, lass. The ATF came in here guns blazing, looking for God knows what. We're still trying to figure it all out."Bellatrix and Tig exchanged a worried glance. They knew they were in for a rough ride, but they never expected this. They were going to have to stay strong and stick together if they were going to get through this latest ordeal.
***

Days later, it dawned on the club that the ATF was looking for the illegal guns, but they found nothing. The clubhouse was back to its usual state, albeit with a few repairs still underway.Bellatrix and Tig sat outside on the clubhouse steps, enjoying a moment of peace after the chaos. "Can you believe it, babe?" Tig said, shaking his head. "All that drama, and they didn't find a damn thing."Bellatrix chuckled, taking a drag from her cigarette. "Guess we're better at hiding things than they thought."The rest of the club members were scattered around, some cleaning up, others just relaxing. Jax walked over to them, a grim expression on his face. "This isn't over," he said, looking at Bellatrix and Tig. "We need to be prepared for whatever comes next."Bellatrix nodded, a determined look in her eyes. "We'll be ready. They may have caught us off guard this time, but we won't let it happen again."As they sat there, the sun setting in the distance, they knew that the calm was only temporary. The storm was coming, but they were SAMCRO. They could weather any storm that came their way.
***

As Jax surveyed the chaos in the clubhouse, his confusion deepened. The club had been on their best behavior, avoiding any illegal activities that could draw unwanted attention. Yet, here they were, facing another ATF raid. He knew he needed to talk to Chief Unser to get to the bottom of this.Heading to Unser's office, Jax found him poring over paperwork, his brow furrowed in concentration. "Chief, we need to talk," Jax said, his tone serious.Unser looked up, surprised to see Jax. "What's on your mind, Jax?" he asked, gesturing for him to take a seat."We just got hit with another ATF raid, but we've been clean. No guns, no illegal activity. I don't understand why they're coming after us again," Jax explained, frustration evident in his voice.Unser sighed, leaning back in his chair. "I'll look into it, Jax. Something doesn't add up here. We'll get to the bottom of it," he assured him.Jax nodded, grateful for Unser's support. As he left the office, determination burned in his eyes. He was going to find out what was going on, no matter what it took.

Jax returned to the clubhouse, his mind racing with thoughts of how to deal with the ATF's unwarranted scrutiny. As he walked through the chaos, he could see the frustration and anger in his brothers' faces."We need to stay calm and focused," Jax said, addressing the club. "We'll get through this, but we need to stick together and figure out what's really going on."Chibs nodded, his expression grim. "Aye, Jax. We'll have each other's backs, as always."As they began to clean up the mess left by the raid, Jax couldn't shake the feeling that something bigger was at play. He knew they needed to tread carefully and stay one step ahead if they were going to come out of this unscathed.