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I'm coming home.

Dear Ashley,

I can quite clearly remember, that there was a time in my life when I was pretty certain of the fact that being a good citizen would be something that eventually ought to bring me some justice. Life on the other hand didn't exactly turn out this citizen-of-the-year kind of way. I am an outlaw, always have been. Still the only thing I'm really sorry about is you having to grow up so far away from your family. But it was only for your own safety. You might wonder why it was just you, that we sent off to live on the other side of the earth, and not Jax. All I can say is that when things went south he was already born, everyone knew about him, sending him away would have only put him, and you for that matter, into that much more danger. But when Gemma got pregnant with you, we managed to keep it a secret and that's how we knew that there was a chance of giving you a safer life away from all of the craziness that is the world of MC. But I need you to know, that no matter how far, you're always in our hearts. And when the time is right we will be united again.

Love,

Dad

Ashley folded the letter she had read so many times that its edges were starting to rip apart. The big irony was the fact that the life she had lived so far had been a dangerous one non the less. Her first boyfriend, Alexander, had been the son of a powerful Russian mob boss, Maxim. When Alex died, his father took her under his wing. This new 'family' she had didn't see why she should be kept away from everything that was on the other side of the law. On the opposite, Maxim personaly trained her into a women who didn't take shit from no-one.

"Oled sa valmis?" The annoyed sound of Ruslan outside her door brought Ashley out of her thoughts.

"Mhm, lähme," was all she yelled back, before getting up from where she had been sitting and picking up her favorite knife. She had more important things to do than to swoop around in the memory lane. Like cutting up people for example.

The guy they had brought in was now tied to a shaky looking chair. Her job was to make him talk. After breaking two of his fingers and creating painfully deep slashes to his abdomen, he was ready to spill his guts. She only needed to get the name of the guy who had been stupid enough to order a hit on Maxim.

As she was getting her phone to pass on the gathered information, it started ringing.

"Jaa," she answered. The other side of the line went silent for a moment. Soon enough she heard the familiar deep voice. It wasn't the first time Clay had called her. Their first real conversation took place about two years after she had received his letter. Ash wasn't mad at him, she kind of understood where he was coming from. Her mother on the other hand, according to Clay, didn't have it in her to speak to Ashley. Supposedly it would have broken Gemma's heart to hear her voice. Guess it was easier for her that way. Not to Ashley tough.

"Ashley, it's me. I think it's time for you to come home".

Ashley wiped the blood of her hand. "Why, what's wrong?"

Clay's answer was short and clear "I don't trust anyone else." That was all she needed to hear. They had talked about her coming back to the States many times before, all considering the fact that she was now all grown up and also the heat that SAMCRO had been facing for years was almost under control. Still she wasn't ready to face the life of Charming.

Until now.


The estonian part translation:

"Oled sa valmis?" - Are you ready?

"Mhm, lähme" - Mhm, let's go.

"Jaa" - Yes