Chapter 1

The SAMCRO clubhouse was filled with naked sleeping people, empty bottles of booze, and the scent of sweat and pussy. Tig Trager was laying on the pool table with a young blond, snoring away in his deep slumber. The sound of motorcycles from outside did not even wake him from his sleep. Clay, President of the Sons of Anarchy, walked into the clubhouse first, followed by the rest of the members. Chibs, a Scott, walked passed his President and headed toward a passed out Bobby; who was sleeping on a red leathered recliner. Bobby jolted from the kick and quickly came to life.

"What in the bloody hell happened last night?" Chibs demanded with a tint of humor in his voice.

Bobby looked around the clubhouse with yellow filmed eyes, squinting at his surroundings. "What time is it?"

"Time to get the fuck up and clean up this shit," Piney said.

The newest member, Kip "Half-sack", giggled to himself in the background as he and Juice poked a passed out hooker sleeping next to Tig. Clay, looked over to see what the younger men found so amusing and shook his head in disappointment. "This place reeks of used pussy," he grumbled. "Juice, you and Half-sack open up some windows and air out this shit hole. Somebody, I don't give a rat's ass who, wake up Tig and get him to clean up the place before the meeting. Livin' like goddamn rodents."

"Someone ought ta get some air freshener too," Chib's spoke with his thick Scottish accent.

"Or candles," Half-sack suggested with a shrug as he helped Juice open windows. Everyone looked at him strangely.

"Does it look like we got pussies, lad? Jesus Christ," snorted Chibs as he walked up to the pool table where Tig was sleeping. "Hey, Tig. Wake your lazy ass up!" Nothing. Tig continued to snore away. However, the hooker that was laying next to him, awoke and covered her breast once she realized where she was.

"What time is it?" she mumble sweetly.

Juice picked up some clothes off the ground, not sure if it's the girls or not, but handed it to her regardless. "It's ten in the morning. I got you some clothes you can change into." He smiled at her politely. The hooker, however, sneered at him and snatched the clothes out of his hand before heading to the bathroom. Juice only sighed at the response.

Piney rested a hand on the young man's shoulder, "Lesson learned son, all women are bitches."

Charming Police Station

Chief Wayne Unser sat at his desk, filling out some paper work, peacefully. It has been calm and quiet for about a month now, and he was enjoying every minute of it. There was a soft knock at the door of his office, automatically, he had said "come in" with cheery expression on his aging face. He didn't bother to look up to see who it was, for he was expecting it to be a fellow officer. A soft and sweet voice filled his ears, "Excuse me." Uncer paused from his paperwork and slowly raised his head to see who the voice came from. It was a young woman who looked no older than twenty, with long curly black hair, bright green eyes, and skin that reminded him of cream. She only stood 5' 2", and he thought she was absolutely adorable. "Are you Chief Uncer?"

Uncer stood up from his desk and smiled kindly at the young woman, "That would be me. How may I help you, sweetheart?"

She smiled sweetly and handed an envelope to him, "I am looking for Alexander Trager and I was hoping you would help me find him. I was told he lives here in Charming."

The smile Uncer wore, slowly dissolved once he heard she was looking for Tig. "I'm sorry, who are you, miss? I'm afraid I cannot give you that type of information unless you are part of law enforcement."

"My name is Elena Leape, and you may take a look into the file if you wish to know why I am desperate for help to find him."

Uncer took the file from Elena's small hands and opened it slowly, dreading to find out what kind of trouble Tig might be in. Once he had scanned through the files, Uncer looked up at Elena and a smile slowly spread across his face. "How about I take you to him?"

Elena returned the smile, "I would really appreciate that."

SAMCRO Clubhouse

Jackson Teller was smoking a cigarette with Tig and Bobby after their meeting. Juice rolled up a couple of joints to pass around while they talk about the night before. Apparently, it's not a good idea to mix beer and whisky together, or it will cause you to pass the fuck out. Right before Jax could light up a joint, Uncer's police car rolled up to the front of the clubhouse. Jax and Bobby exchange looks as Uncer gets out of the car, along with a rather cute raven haired girl. Jax looked at her up and down, noticing that she was definitely not from Charming. She was wearing black leggings, black boots with buckles on the side, and a dark purple laced shirt with sleeves that only went up to her elbows. Though her shirt did not expose too much of her cleavage, but enough to show off what the good lord gave her. She wasn't a thin girl, but not fat either. She was curvy and had meat on her bones, and Jax found her to be cute; but she wasn't his type. She seemed too innocent.

Jax handed the joint to Juice and stalked over to the Chief of Charming. "Sup, man. What's goin' on?" Uncer shook Jax's hand and said his hello's. Elena stared at the man she had been searching for. He stared back at her, ten feet away, with a strange look in his eye. She hadn't realize she was in a trance until Jax broke her from it. "Can I help you with somethin', darlin'?" She looked up at the man who stood before her, and suddenly felt self - conscious.

"Oh, um," Elena mumbled as she held the file in her hand, which was shaking. She had been waiting for this moment for months now, and she never stopped to think how this would turn out. "I am looking for Alexander Trager."

Once Elena mentioned the name, Jax gave the girl a dark look. "Who is askin'?"

Uncer spoke before Elena could give an answer, "Don't worry, Jax. She's harmless. Trust me."

Jax looked from Uncer to Elena before giving a quick nod, "Follow me." Elena did as she was told and walked as fast as she could to keep up with Jackson. "Tig, you got someone askin' for ya."

Tig stared at the girl strangely, "Do I know you, sweet thing?"

"Well, may we speak in private?" The girl asked sweetly. Tig's heart almost melted after hearing her voice. Tig only nodded his head as he continued to stare at her. She did look slightly familiar to him, yet he knew had never seen her before. Tig led Elena into the clean Clubhouse to talk privately.

Jax raised his eyebrow as he watched the girl walk inside, checking out her backside. "Who the fuck is that?"

"She's a cute little thing," Bobby stated in awe.

"She is Tig's oldest daughter," Uncer answered.

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