The late afternoon sun hung low over the desert as Bellatrix stood at the head of SAMCRO's gun deal, the barren landscape around them swallowing up the tension that crackled in the air. The Irish were running late, which wasn't unusual, but it always made Bellatrix's nerves tingle. She stood tall, dressed in her signature leather jacket and jeans, her fingers casually drumming against the grip of her holstered gun.
Behind her, the boys—Tig, Chibs, and Happy—stood by the two trucks packed with firearms. Bellatrix had been the one Clay trusted to oversee the deal, and she wasn't about to let anything go sideways. Not today.
Finally, a convoy of black SUVs came into view, kicking up dust as they approached the meeting spot. Bellatrix felt her pulse quicken, not from nerves but from the thrill of the deal. She'd been doing this long enough to know that everything could go to hell in a split second, but that was part of the rush.
The SUVs came to a stop, and out stepped their Irish buyers, led by Declan O'Malley, a slick yet dangerous man Bellatrix had dealt with more than once. His sharp eyes landed on her, a slow grin stretching across his face. "Bellatrix," he greeted, his accent thick. "Always a pleasure."
She didn't bother with pleasantries, her expression cold and calculating. "You got the cash, O'Malley?"
Declan chuckled, signaling one of his men forward with a large black duffel bag. "Right here. You got the goods?"
Bellatrix nodded, stepping aside to reveal the crates of guns in the back of the truck. "Take a look."
One of the Irishmen moved to inspect the firearms, pulling out a sleek AK-47 from the crate. He checked it over before giving Declan a nod of approval.
"Everything looks in order," Declan said, tossing the duffel bag at Bellatrix's feet.
Chibs moved forward, crouching down to unzip the bag and inspect the cash. After a few moments, he looked up at Bellatrix with a nod. It was all there.
"Well, I'd say we're done here," Declan said, stepping back with a satisfied smirk. "Always a pleasure doin' business with you lot."
Bellatrix gave a tight smile, her hand resting on her hip. "Let's keep it that way."
As the Irish began loading up the guns, Tig sidled up beside Bellatrix, flicking away the cigarette he'd been smoking. His eyes roamed over her, catching the way she stood so composed despite the intensity of the situation. "You good, darlin'?" he asked, his voice low and gruff.
Bellatrix turned her head slightly, her lips curling into a smirk. She looked him dead in the eyes and said, "Oh, I am so fucking turned on right now."
Tig blinked, a look of surprise flashing across his face before a grin spread slowly. "Yeah? All this illegal gun-running gets you hot, huh?"
Bellatrix shrugged, her smirk deepening. "What can I say? You know I love a little chaos."
Tig's eyes darkened, his pulse quickening as he looked at her. But before he could respond, the Irish finished loading up, and Declan gave them a final wave as they hopped back into their SUVs. The engines roared to life, and in moments, the convoy was kicking up dust as they sped off into the distance.
As soon as the Irish were out of sight, Bellatrix turned back to Tig, her body still humming with adrenaline. "This shit's what I live for, baby," she muttered, her voice low and husky.
Tig wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. "Fuckin' hell, Bellie, you're somethin' else." He kissed her hard, the taste of cigarettes and leather lingering between them.
Chibs walked over, shaking his head as he watched the two of them. "Alright, lovebirds, save it for later. Let's get this stuff packed up and back to the clubhouse."
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FanfictionThe First book in the MDBAC series Bellatrix Eileen Morrow is no ordinary SAMCRO princess; she is the daughter of Clay Morrow, a fact that has shaped her life profoundly. Her journey to Charming began tragically, as she relocated after her mother...