Prologue:
I grew up hearing tales of the Sons of Anarchy. Not the typical bedtime stories, but they taught a lesson. Don't go near them, that it will only end in heartbreak or worse. Despite every attempt to get rid of them, they were still a constant figure in Charming. Even after the death of their president, Jaxon Teller. After a few years mourning his death, they came back stronger and more powerful than ever.
Jaxon Teller left a legacy in Charming, or rather two. Abel and Thomas Teller were the only blood lines of the Teller family left. I went to school with Thomas. He was two years older than I was and was the spitting image of his father. It was clear that even at a young age, Thomas would go down the same path that his father had gone down. Abel was different. As soon as he was old enough, he got out of town to study law at Princeton.
I'd never paid much attention to the Sons, avoiding them at all cost. After graduation I moved a few counties over and got into the police academy there. It didn't take long for me to rise through the ranks until I became a detective. All thoughts of my life in Charming had left my mind. That is, until I received the phone call that changed everything.
Angela, my little sister, had gone missing. The only lead that they had was the mention of the Sons. A lead that was a dead end. Anything that was ever connected to the Sons always came up cold. That only made my choice even clearer.
I was going to put an end to the Sons of Anarchy, no matter the cost. When it was all done, I would have my sister back.