Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters. Full credit goes to Kurt Sutter and the amazing writing team. This is NOT based on any real life events or people and is completely a work of fiction.


They spent nights at both of their houses. But, the nights at Diosa Norte were his favorite. She could be found padding around after business hours, bare feet, skin tight shorts and a hoodie. With her hair in a messy bun and not a trace of makeup on her face. The girls would stay after just to talk to her, whether they sought out comfort, advice, or friendship, everyone found a mother in Gemma.

She was a queen, his queen. Nero would shower and lay in bed waiting for her. After finishing her tea and conversations, she would come in. Kissing him gently before fixing the bed, opening the window and lighting a candle. After a quick trip to the bathroom, she would return. Hair down, teeth brushed, wearing only lace panties and a tank top.

Gemma was by far, the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He always thought that as they mentally agreed on the events the were to happen later that night. Nero had had sex with many women, but never a time as amazing as every night was with Gemma. She gave mindblowing blow jobs, and was open to anything. Her poise and strong personality never let on more than she wanted it to. Just hearing her voice whispering in his ear had the power to give him a hard on.

But the sex wasn't everything. They both craved nights when she curled up in his arms. Head on his chest, absorbing each others warmth, life, and love. She was the only one who made him feel sane anymore. Calming his nerves, making him laugh, she knew exactly what he needed at any given time.

She would rise early each morning, making coffee and waiting for the girls. Some would have her help with makeup, hair, or outfits for the day. They all hoped to look as good as her at her age. Whatever that may be.

After helping the girls she would shower and get ready. Dressed in skintight, leather, and black. It said biker mama, and it drove Nero crazy. He hated when she would leave, going to Jax's to make breakfast and help with the boys.

She was a mother at heart, to her son, to her grandchildren, to the club, the croweaters, the escorts, and most importantly, to her man.