~𝙼𝙾𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙽 𝙳𝙰𝚈 𝙱𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙸𝙴 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙲𝙻𝚈𝙳𝙴~

𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕪-𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕖

The old rail yard was quiet, the kind of quiet that hummed with impending violence. The air was thick with the scent of rust and damp gravel, the long-forgotten tracks stretching into the dark like veins. SAMCRO arrived first, as planned, engines cutting off one by one, leaving only the low murmur of voices and the occasional clink of a boot against metal.

Bellatrix took her time.

She roamed the yard like a predator surveying its territory, running her gloved fingers over rusted railcars, the distant howl of a train in the background. A smirk tugged at her lips when she spotted it—a familiar railcar, tucked in the shadows, streaked with time and graffiti. Her and Tig had fogged up those windows more times than she could count, tangled in heat and recklessness.

But this wasn't a night for nostalgia.

By the time the Mayans and the Chinese rolled in, Bellatrix was standing beneath a lone streetlamp, her stance effortless, poised. The yellowish glow hit her just right, illuminating the sharp lines of her face—and more importantly, the long, gleaming fangs that curved over her bottom lip as she smiled.

The reaction was instant.

The Chinese leader—the wiry bastard in a slick suit who thought he had this meeting under control—went pale. Then, all at once, he lost his mind.

A string of Mandarin curses ripped from his mouth, his hands shaking as he pointed at her. "Dà mó! Sè guǐ! Xīnxuè de yāomó!" His voice climbed in pitch, fear spilling into every syllable as he scrambled backward, bumping into his men.

Satan. Devil. Succubus. Demon.

The words poured out of him like a sermon, his terror so visceral that even the Mayans looked uneasy.

Bellatrix tilted her head, lips parting just enough to give him a perfect view of those elongated canines, running her tongue lazily over one.

"That's right, sweetheart," she drawled, stepping forward slow, controlled. "You see me now, huh? Ain't no mistakin' what I am, is there?"

The Chinese leader flinched, chest rising and falling like he couldn't get enough air.

Tig, standing off to the side, was fucking loving this. He nudged Jax, who was trying—and failing—to keep his composure. "Damn, Bellie's got this guy ready to piss himself."

Bellatrix stopped just short of the trembling bastard, looking down at him with mock concern. "Now, I could be nice, but I don't like bein' nice when people fuck with my family. So how 'bout you tell me, real clear, what the fuck you think you're doin' getting in bed with the Mayans?"

The leader stammered, struggling to find words, his men shifting nervously.

Jax finally stepped in, his voice calm but firm. "We got a problem, and we're here to fix it. But if you're too busy screamin' about demons to have a real conversation, we can handle this another way."

Bellatrix leaned in close, voice a purr laced with venom. "And trust me, sweetheart, you don't want me handling it."

The Mayans shifted, eyeing the Chinese like they were regretting this partnership already. Alvarez himself was stone-faced, watching everything unfold, but his boys? They were nervous.

Bellatrix took a slow step back, giving the Chinese leader room to catch his breath. He swallowed hard, eyes darting between her and the rest of SAMCRO.

Finally, he caved.

"We... we will discuss new terms." His voice was shaky. "We will not cross you."