My life lately has not been so great. My biological father died a couple of months ago, leaving pretty much everything to my half-sister. I should let you know a few things about my past before I get on about my present. My mother, Noime Bennington, was a crow eater. Some people are probably wondering what that means, well it is a woman that likes sleeping with the members of SAMCRO. She was working at a bar when she met Daniel Knowles, my father. He had just been in a pretty bad fight with his wife Aubrey and needed to blow off some steam. They flirted, he got shitfaced, and nine months later on September 2nd, 1977 I was born. My Mother named me Teagan Shawna Knowles, and even thought my father never wanted to see me we still share the same last name, and he sent me money every month until I graduated high school. Over the years my mother got over him and eventually married Mark Hobart. When I was fifteen she passed away from alcohol poisoning, Mark couldn't take in another kid by himself and dad couldn't for the same reasons, so John and Gemma Teller adopted me. This is one of the reasons that Jax and I are so close, other than the fact that he dated my half sister during high school. We got through that together just like we got through John's death. And no we were not romantically together. After John's death Gemma didn't waste a lot of time before she married Clay, but I can see why, she really loves him.

Well now I guess I should catch you up on what I look like. I have brown hair that comes down to the middle of my back. My eyes are blue and kind of almond shaped. My face is a little chubby but I'm 5'10" and only weigh 140lbs. I also have six tattoos, the Sons of Anarchy Reaper on my lower back, a crow on my right ankle that I got with my half-sister, an uncolored rose design on my left breast under the number 5152860430, the number 258317 on my right wrist, and my parent's initials on my left wrist (GNTM and CAM). My best friend is Jackson Teller, the Vice President of SAMCRO. He's been going through some shit with divorcing his meth addicted wife Wendy, trying to reconcile with her after she got sober, Wendy becoming pregnant with Abel and now she's not talking to him. My personal life is a little bit better than his, but it's challenging. I'm dating the infamous Alexander 'Tig' Trager. Yes I am aware that he has a sick mind but I love him for it, and needless to say he is great in bed.

Last night around two the freaking gun warehouse blew up so Jax, Clay, Bobby, Tig and I had to go check it out at the butt crack of freaking dawn. And I couldn't even ride my own bike since while I was out for my yearly birthday lunch that I have with Clay, Gemma, and Jax, Juice decided to let Half-Sack take my bike out on a joy ride. He did have a lot of fun, he also tried doing a wheelie, fell off the bike and the bike fell off a fucking cliff. But now they're both building me a brand new bike. So I had to ride bitch with Tig for the time being, I mean it's not that bad but, nothing compares to rolling down the highway on your own bike. So we just got to the site, I got off the bike and followed the boys over to the rubble. I got a look at Clay's face and saw that he was pissed off, definitely don't wanna be in the line of fire on this one.

"What the hell happened?" Clay asked Sheriff Vic Trammel, who is the local County Sheriff and also on the Son's payroll.
"Propane tanks caught fire. Ammo was in there and the place just blew." All Clay could do was say shit under his breath. Shit doesn't even begin to cover the situation that we were in now, We'd already sold those m4's to the Niners and they would not take this delay in stride. "Yeah the fire dick says it was arson. Saw a lot of boot prints."
"Cowboy boots?" Clay asked while we walked through the ruble
"Yeah I think so." Vic told him
"Shit eatin' MAYANS, man." Tig said aloud
"Where the hell was Rodrigo?" Jax asked seeing if anybody knew
"No sign of your watchmen." Vic told him, before Clay asked the question that we all wanted to know
"What's the exposure?"
"Officially? Me and the fire department. The fire captain can be convinced to rethink his report."
"Unofficially?" I asked before Jax could
"Unofficially, this blast was seen in two counties this location is dead." He told us

"Great." I sarcastically said. This is just perfect. Now we're gonna have to rebuild even farther from our home base.
"Jesus Christ." Clay said before taking a breath and asked about the M4's
"Gone, as are most of the glocks." Vic told us. That pissed Clay off even more, and he started smashing up some smaller pieces of rubble while Jax talked to Vic
"Get the fire department on board. I don't want this shit hittin' ATF's radar." He told him handing him a couple of hundo's to smooth over the firemen with. "Let's get outta here." We were almost out of the debris when Vic said we gotta see something else
"Do we really?" Clay asked, hoping that nothing else bad had happened, well really bad at least
"Yeah." He walked us over to one of our hiding units, and opened the door to find two Mexicans' huddled together with their skin fried
"God damn. Fried and refried."
"Their illegal's, part of our assembly crew." Tig told us, figures he'd know who they are. If you haven't guessed by now sometimes we don't get along, and when we fight he usually goes out, gets a hooker, fucks them, rough's them up a little and comes back home. I'm alright with it though since I know, in the end, he'll always come home. It still bugs me to no end though
"Found them before the F.D. went through." Vic told us. We were all shocked that they had stayed like that through the fire
"Um...after the smoke clears...get rid of the bodies." Clay told Vic while walking away. At this point we all just wanted to get the hell outta this smoke and fire pit before anybody started asking questions.
"What am I supposed to do about our boys up in Oaktown? I'm supposed to deliver five cases to Leroy and his crew tomorrow morning."
"Call the gangsta hot line, set a meeting." Clay told him before walking off and Jax handed Vic the rest of the wad of money from the club before following Clay back to the Road Kings.
"Two in the back of the head…frickin' painless." Clay said holding his gun's barrel and handle out to Jax before putting it back up.
"It ain't easy bein' King." Jax told him, knowing that one day he might be in the same situation
"Yeah, you remember that."

They all were surveying the damage and seeing that come of the ammunition even landed in the lake a few hundred yards away from the ware house while I was talking to Tig "You going to Oaktown?" I really don't know why I even asked him since he is Clay's bodyguard.
"Yeah. You gonna get back okay?" He was getting onto his bike and about to put his helmet on
"I'll be fine. I'll ride with Jax. Be careful."
"Always." He told me, pulling me closer by my belt loops before giving me a slow kiss on the lips. We always do this right before one of us has to go on a run. It's sort of like our own personal goodbye just in case some bad shit goes down. I rested my hands on the front of his cut running my fingers over the patches there. Sergeant At Arms, meaning that he made sure that the rules of the club, carrying out punishments decided by the club, and to protect the Club President at All Costs. It's one of the most dangerous positions in this club and I have to live with the fact that the closest person in my life could die at any second and it would be expected of him. After we finished our passionate kiss he just gave me a look that said he wanted to talk so I knew as soon as he got back we would. He fired up his bike then and I walked over to Jax so I could get a ride back. I really never even asked if he would give me a ride I just assumed that he would, and I was so happy that he was thinking that I'd need a ride. I jumped on the back and we were off to TM.

We rode back to the garage, and I think I saw a first at Teller-Morrow, there was a car being towed in that had a deer lodged into the windshield. Like not a fake one either where you cut it in half then super glue it on either side of the glass, it was an honest to god deer that went through the glass into the passenger side.
"Somedays you're the beamer, somedays you're the goddamn deer." I told the boys before thanking Jax and walking over to my station. After putting my work shirt on I heard the chainsaw and looked over to see Half-Sack gagging as he cut the deer out of the car. I just love watching grunt work, Prospects that want to become full-fledged members are pretty much like rush members of a Fraternity, they will do absolutely anything and everything that you tell them to. I got under the Caddy that was in my workstation and started working on it to make sure that the brake lines were working right before I changed the oil. I was just about to come out from under the car when I felt someone kick my ankle. Jax always did that so I just pushed myself out from under the car to look at him. "Yes sir?" I said with sarcasm in my voice, I don't know why but he always manages to wanna talk to me when I'm busy. Whether I'm working on a car, on the phone with a customer, or having sex that's always when Jackson "Cock-block" Teller wants to talk to me.
"Funny." He said before helping me up.
"So you need something?" I wondered aloud while I took off my work shirt and wiped the sweat off my face, I never realized how hot it can get sometimes under a car. I get the dirty part with the grease and all the other shit that can be lodged in the underside of a car, but I will never get used to the heat.
"Ya, Gemma's got some stuff out in storage for Abel, so you mind if I borrow the Impala?"
"Go ahead. Keys are in the office." I told him
"Thanks." He said before walking away.

So I went back to work after that, I knew that I had to finish my oil change before the guys got back from Oakland because we were probably going to have a meeting as soon as they did. I got two more clients finished and shipped out in the meantime. One was an Escape that needed her brake pads replaced and the other was a Chevy Camaro that needed all four of his tires replaced. I did all that work and before I knew it, it was one in the afternoon. I decided to go into the club house and eat my lunch with a Heineken and I ended up walking in right behind Half-Sack and one of the hang-a-rounds named Frank carrying in a box. Bobby was sitting down on a stool next to the stripper pole the guys keep in the clubhouse playing his guitar, probably practicing some Elvis music for his act. Juice was over at 'his office' working on something. I just walked over to the kitchen so I could get my salad from out of the fridge; after I did I sat down at the bar and tried to enjoy my meal. But I was just in time for Frank to ask Half-Sack how he got that name. Jesus, I did not need to see that while I'm eating, he pulled his pants down to show him that he got one of his nuts blown off in Iraq. Thankfully Clay, Chibs and Tig came inside to make the torment stop.
"Jesus Christ! Put that deformed nut bag away will ya'?" Clay told Half-Sack when he walked in the room.
"Sorry Clay I…?"
"Disappear." Tig told him and I knew we were having the meeting now since the majority of the time Prospects aren't allowed in official meetings. Chibs sat down next to me while I finished off what I wanted from my salad, partially since what I saw ruined my appetite and since there's no food allowed in the chapel. I threw my food and bottle of my first beer in the trash then started drinking my second Heineken, when Clay told Chibs to go find Jax. I was ever so grateful that then Chibs yelled out his name right in my ear while walking off.
"Did he have to do that?" I asked ringing my ear out and walking to the chapel. I put my prepaid LG VX5500 in the cigar box then Tig walked up behind me, grabbed my hips to keep me from walking away from him and whispered into my ear
"Well it's not like you don't yell just as loud sweetheart."
"Perv." I told him slapping his hands.
"No I'm only a perv if it's not true." He told me before taking his hands off me and walking to his seat, but not before giving my ass a light smack.