Chapter 1

Charming was a small town in California, a town where everyone knew everyone else's business. It didn't matter what the person's story was, the whole town was bound to know about it sooner or later. That's one reason Micah had to leave this place. She couldn't stand to see her whole life revolving around everyone else. But it never mattered to a girl who was raised in the life she was raised into.

The name of the club was Sons of Anarchy, SAMCRO for short. It was her father's motorcycle club. He was one of the founding members or the first 9 as they were called. Her mother was an Irish woman that her father had fallen in love with. Of course, when her father had met her, she already had a son. But he didn't care. He would take him in as his own. When the boy turned fifteen, the woman grew pregnant with another child, Micah.

Micah hadn't seen much of her brother growing up. She knew he existed. But it wasn't until he was twenty-two and Micah was seven that she had even met him. He left Ireland and moved to California to be with his family. He joined Micah's father as a member of SAMCRO. That was when she realized that the club was going to be her life. There were two other boys the same age as Micah; they were the only friends she had at the time. They'd known each other since they were babies. Their dads being as close as it gets.

Micah, Jax, and Opie grew closer as they got older; Micah eventually falling for Jax and vice versa. The two began their romance at the age of fifteen. When Micah turned sixteen, her father was killed. That was the worst day of her life. Her mother turned to drugs that same day. She couldn't stand to be around the woman anymore. Gemma, Jax's mother, helped to keep an eye on Micah after that.

The day of her father's funeral, her mother blamed Micah. The woman was still drugged up on whatever drug she could get her hands on that day. She yelled at Micah calling her every name under the sun, blaming her for everything that had gone wrong with her life. Eventually, the older woman pulled a gun on her daughter. Micah's brother Filip was on his way to the house and found the older woman aiming a gun at Micah.

He, in turn, pulled his own gun on their mother. Told the woman she had two choices. She could try to pull the trigger and then Filip would kill her. Or she could drop the gun, and turn around and leave. The woman chose the latter of the two. She disappeared. Filip and Micah told everyone that she just up and ran off, not mentioning to anyone what had really happened.

The week following Micah's dad's funeral, Jax's dad had died as well. It seemed like something was happening, but nobody really knew anything. There had to have been some sort of connection between the two. Matthew Reid and John Teller were the best of friends. Dying within a week of each other had to mean something. At least, that's what Micah had thought. Everyone else just told her it was coincidence. But it didn't matter. Jax was as broken as Micah was now. The only difference was that he still had his mother. Micah only had her brother. Between Gemma and Filip, also known as Chibs, Micah was raised in the best environment possible. She got to keep her father's house, and her life didn't change much at all.

When Micah and Jax had turned nineteen, Micah knew that she wanted to get out of this town. Jax had the same idea. They had a plan, and they were going to leave and never look back. That was, until Jax changed his mind out of the blue. Micah didn't even care anymore. She loved him, she knew that, but she wasn't going to end up like her own mother.

Finally, she packed her stuff and left. She needed a bigger city, somewhere where nobody knew her, or her family's history. She landed herself in Los Angeles. It was only five hours drive from Charming, and nobody knew who she was. Of course, she kept in touch with everyone; including Jax and her brother. And she visited Charming at least once a month, and on holidays. She was in college now, so her life was focused on that.

Eight years later, she had finished law school and she was now a lawyer for the state of California. This had also meant she was now the lawyer for SAMCRO. She would do anything to protect her family, and they were her family. It never mattered to her what their real job was. She had always known. It only mattered to her that they were safe. Besides, one perk of living in Los Angeles was that she was able to investigate what really happened to her father, without any repercussions from the club.

Now, the year was 2007, she was packing a couple of suitcases in as much of a hurry as she possibly could. She couldn't explain to her friends or her roommate, she just needed to go back to Charming. And now. It was almost midnight; it would be after five in the morning by the time she got there. Enough time to settle into her house and get some rest before she had to tell them.

Once she made sure she had everything that she needed, she left the apartment building and loaded up her car. Her house in Charming was still her house. It was still in good condition; after all she stays there every time she visits. It was still loaded with clothes and other things that she was grateful for leaving there.

After Micah made sure she was good to go, she climbed into her car and left. She stopped at a gas station on her way out of town, filled the car and grabbed some coffee, and then she was on her way home.

'How could this have happened? How did my mother know? Why was this happening? God damn it, mother!' All she knew was that it couldn't have been good. Micah's roommate was gone for the night. But what would her friend think when she came home and found that Micah's ex was bleeding out on their leaving room floor. Micah couldn't focus on the details. Her mother found her. That much she knew. He was working for that devil of a woman. It was kill or be killed. What kind of mother wants to kill her daughter? The kind that knew that her daughter dug too deep and now knows too much.