~𝙼𝙾𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝙱𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙻𝚈𝙳𝙴~

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕣𝕥𝕪-𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕖

The dim light of the moon reflected off the chrome of the bikes lined up outside the clubhouse. SAMCRO was gathered in tense anticipation, the air heavy with unease. Word had come in that the Mayans were pushing onto their turf again—stealing shipments, threatening contacts, and testing boundaries.

The boys were restless, weapons cleaned and ready, their usual cocky confidence replaced with a simmering rage. Bellatrix, sitting in the corner of the room, lit a cigarette with calm precision, the glow of the lighter illuminating her sharp features. Her burgundy hair caught the light, making it look like fire as she exhaled a plume of smoke.

"They're askin' for it," Happy growled, pacing like a predator. "We need to send a message, and we need to send it now."

Jax leaned forward at the table, his jaw tight. "They've been chipping away for weeks. They think we're weak. We need to remind them who the fuck we are."

Clay nodded, his weathered face unreadable. "We'll ride out tonight. But we're not lookin' for a fight. This is about diplomacy first."

Bellatrix snorted, drawing everyone's attention. "Diplomacy?" she echoed, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "They've already made their intentions clear. You think a nice little chat is gonna stop them?"

Clay's eyes narrowed, but before he could respond, Tig chimed in. "Let her speak, Clay. She's got a point."

Bellatrix leaned forward, her cigarette dangling between her fingers. "They think we're soft. You wanna make a statement? Then let's make one they'll never forget."

Her tone was icy, her eyes blazing with a ferocity that hadn't been seen in years. The room fell silent, the men exchanging glances. It had been a while since Bellatrix had shown this side of herself—the dangerous, unrelenting enforcer who didn't flinch at getting her hands dirty.

The Mayans' hideout was tucked away in an old warehouse on the outskirts of town. The sound of engines roaring in the distance signaled SAMCRO's arrival. The Mayans had posted lookouts, but they weren't expecting Bellatrix.

She moved like a shadow, slipping past the guards with a blade in hand. Within moments, one lookout was down, his throat slit, and she was dragging his body out of sight. Her movements were quick, methodical, and silent.

By the time the rest of SAMCRO stormed in, Bellatrix was already in the thick of it. A Mayan lunged at her with a crowbar, but she ducked, driving her knife into his side and twisting it viciously. Blood sprayed across her face as she grinned, her eyes wild with adrenaline.

"You wanna fuck with us?" she snarled, kicking the man to the ground. "This is what you get."

Another Mayan rushed her, and she grabbed a wrench from a nearby table, swinging it with brutal force. The crack of bone echoed through the warehouse as the man crumpled to the floor.

The SAMCRO boys fought alongside her, but they couldn't help but watch in awe as Bellatrix tore through their enemies with a ferocity that bordered on unhinged. Tig, covered in blood himself, caught a glimpse of her as she bashed a Mayan's head against a concrete pillar, leaving a smear of red in her wake.

"That's my girl," he muttered, a proud grin spreading across his face.

Happy laughed as he took down his own opponent. "Haven't seen her like this in years. Fuckin' missed it."

Chibs, standing over an unconscious Mayan, whistled low. "Remind me not to get on her bad side."

As the dust settled, Bellatrix stood in the center of the carnage, her chest heaving. Her hands were covered in blood, her knife still clutched tightly. The warehouse was silent except for the groans of the few Mayans who were still alive.