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When most Americans think of organized crime, they think of Mafias on the East Coast, where italians like Jimmy Hoffa and John Gotti controlled their cities and made their money through illegal activities. However, on the West Coast, the mafia has no control, our mafias are motorcycle gangs.

While one commonality between the two is making their money from these illegal activities, Gotti and Hoffa boasted their activities as if they had nothing to hide. The difference between the two is that, motorcycle gains don't get caught.

Or that's how it's been so far.

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Eden Morrow knew she was late.

While most teenagers spent their Saturday morning sleeping in or rolling in from the night before's activities, she was rushing to to get ready and out the door to head work. Luckily she didn't get stuck slinging burgers at the local fast food joint or waitressing for some bar only to get hit on by truckers, like most teenagers. She instead work for her family.

Her family wasn't like most families. They didn't play scrabble after dinner or run PTA meetings. They were the Teller-Morrow's. Her family was made up her father Clay, badass biker man, and her Mom, Gemma, who was a mix of Medusa and Donna Reed. Then there was her brother, Jackson, or Jax has he is known to everyone else. Jax was her half-brother. Her mother was married to her dad's best friend, JT Teller, until he died in a motorcycle accident eighteen years beforehand. Soon after, her mom and dad got married and before everyone knew it, Eden Elizabeth Morrow, was born. She had another half-brother named Thomas, but he died a couple years before she was born. Gemma still says to this day, when Eden was born she was the spitting image of Thomas, a nice tribute to her lost brother.

After brushing her teeth and slinging her hair back in a ponytail. Eden hastily shrugged on her denim shorts and through a grey t-shirt that had her work, Teller-Morrow Automotive Repair, her family's business, name on it. She was too late to grab some breakfast on the way, so being hungry and working on a Saturday morning was not her cup of tea, but it would have to do. She rushed out the door of her house and jumped into her baby, Eden's Jeep Wrangler who she named Roxanne. A badass name for a badass Jeep.

Soon she reached her destination and parked her Jeep next to a sea of motorcycles, no matter what day or what time, there was also at least a dozen motorcycles in the lot. She jumped out of the car and ran towards the office where she was suppose to spend most of her shift working, but she tended to drift off into the shop where her Dad and brother were as she loved fixing cars and motorcycles like the rest of her family. As she was running to the office she stopped in her tracks when a deep voice called her name.

"Looks like someone's late again."

Eden scowled at her brother. Jax was like any older brother, a pain of the ass, but always had her back when she needed him. There was a rather big age gap between them with him just turning thirty and she only seventeen, however she saw him as much as she would have if he still lived at home.

"Looks like someone's got jokes," Eden remarked "My alarm clock broke,"

Jax rolled her eyes "You really think Gemma is gonna believe that one? Looks like your ass is gonna be here doing paperwork till night time."

She knew he was right. Her Mom was not a big fan of tardiness, especially when she had things to do and people to intimidate, waiting around wasn't Gemma Morrow's kinda thing. "Well I guess you should stop making fun of me and let us both get back to our jobs." What she really wanted to say was that if Jax was spending his day in the shop that it must be a slow day in the gun running business, but she would never say that. TM may be a safe haven, but you never knew who was there or who was listening. Another one of her family's sayings.

Jax laughed "Yeah yeah, whatever you say squirt." Jax's nickname for her.

When she finally got to the office, she slowly opened the door, immediately, her mother glanced up from her mess of paperwork with an unhappy look on her face. "You're late." she stated

"I know, I know. I'm sorry. But you're beautiful daughter is here now." Eden joked. She has been told all her life by her mother and friends of the family that was pretty. She didn't know what they saw, pretty wasn't a word to describe herself. She was told she is a carbon copy of her mother when she was a teenager, even the freaking police chief of Charming said there was a strong resemblence. She had long thick wavy brown hair and hazel eyes that remind her of amber. Unfortunately she was also told by a couple of drunk bikers once that she also inherited her mom's great rack, which made her shudder a little.

"Honey, a lady never should have to boast about herself, she shows it by being a hot piece of ass." Gemma pointed out. Her Mom was wise in a sense that she always knew what to say in a situation, sometimes it came out more crass than most mothers would say, but Eden didn't care, she loved her mother.

"Well it's a good thing I have great genes from my MILF of a mom." Eden retorted. Flattery might get her off a little of the work her mother probably has planned for her being late.

"I always knew you were my favorite kid." Gemma said with a gleam in her eye. "Still, you got a mountain of statements and bills that are waiting for their princess to arrive," gesturing the work on the table next her mom's table where she ran the business side of TM. Eden was always good in business and numbers. Maybe it was because everyone in their family had a role, her dad being the leader and owner of TM, her mom running the business aspect, and her brother helping fix the cars and motorcycles that came in. Except she knew that when she was little, roaming around the office, Bobby, one of her dad's best friends, would sit her on his lap and she would watch him crunch numbers for TM and their other activities.

Three hours into the day, Eden hadn't even put a dent into the paperwork she had to do, her brother was right. She was going to be here till at least dinnertime. Her mom had good off somewhere, probably to spend time with her Dad. No one wants to think about their parents in that way, especially Eden but had to deal with it on a regular basis. Her parents acted like they were teenagers, sneaking off random times of the day to fool around. At least they were in love and not divorced like half the kids at school's parents were.

It was getting hot in the office so Eden opened door to let some air in, even though Northern California wasn't the warmest of places, it had it days where the heat crept on you so fast you didn't know what hit you, today was one of those days. Before she could go back to her desk, she heard her brother called her name again. Eden rolled her eyes, wondering what he wanted now.

When she got her brother, he was working on an old Harley Davidson, a classic in her mind that she wouldn't mind owning one day, except her father told her that there was no way in hell she was gonna have a bike of her own.

"Yeah?"

"Come see this. I'm gonna show you how to fix an exhaust." Jax explained. Eden graciously sat down next to her brother, she loved learning new things. She couldn't help but feel like one of the boys when Jax included her in on bike stuff since her father tried to keep her out of SAMCRO business as much as possible.

"Thanks for breaking me out of the jail."

Jax smiled "Anytime sis, I don't know how you spend a whole day in there in a chair, fucking cage." Eden rolled her eyes, Jax referred to many things as a cage. Rooms, her Jeep, anything that wasn't a Harley basically was a cage and Jax, like a little stupid bird, needed to be free at all times.

The sound of multiple motorcycles pulling into TM ended the conversation between brother and sister and they both glanced over to see who was here. It was mostly the Sons, the elite group of men who belonged to her father's motorcycle club. The few who were involved with the real activities SAMCRO actually did. First to walk over was Opie, her brother's best friend, and a surrogate brother to Eden herself. Opie was literally the definition of a teddy bear. Sure he was huge, with a rugged beard and just as many tattoos as her brother and father, but the guy was so lovable and could turn into mush when he was around the people he loved. Next was her dad's right hand man, Tig, who Eden would joke sometimes what Jax would be like in the future, a middle aged man who only loved two things: whiskey and pussy. A few others from SAMCRO filtered in, greeting her.

"Good afternoon Princess," greeted Tig "How is the fair lady?" Everyone called her princess and in some kind of weird way she was. Her dad was the king of SAMCRO and he often referred to her mother as his Queen, because she literally was. Clay may be the face of SAMCRO but she help run the show, the matriarch was the one who kept everyone in line. Of course Jax was the prince, but he hated to be called that. He was though, he was VP of SAMCRO and when her father retired, Jax would step in and become the President.

Eden laughed "I know you like jailbait Tig, but I'm outta your league." In reality, Tig never her saw her that way. Not only was she only seventeen, despite being extremely mature, but all of SAMCRO saw her as one of their daughters, always looking out for her and having her back. The all swore to her on her sixteenth birthday that if she ever brought a boy around they would hang him by the balls.

"Isn't time for your bottle and nap? he joked. As Eden was about to reply with another snappy remark, her attention was focused as someone rode over to where the rest of the bikes were. When he took his helmet off, Eden could have sworn, that her heart skipped a beat and senses heightened. Cliche as it sound but the boy who was walking over to her and the rest of SAMCRO, was the only thing she was thinking about, even though she knew for a fact she's seen him around before.

"Where the fuck you've been Prospect?" shouted Chibs, the Scot of the club. Eden glanced over at the young man's cut and indeed notice that there was nothing really associated with the Sons other than the title that said "Prospect" on the lower end of his cut.

The guy smiled and goofy little smile that warmed her heart a little bit. He may have definitely been older than her but something about him seemed so young. He had this shaggy blonde hair that covered his eyes a bit and scruff that showed that he clearly wasn't a teenager, despite the slight baby face. "Sorry guys, I got held up at the doctor's office." He explained, but tended to stutter over his words, clearly nervous.

"You still a Half-Sack? Bobby asked, she had no idea what Bobby was talking about, but whatever he said made the other guys laugh hysterically while the Propect's face turned a bright shade of red. Before he could explain himself, loud footsteps caught everyone's attention. She knew it was her father, everyone tended to straighten a little more when he came around.

"Where the hell you boys been?" he bellowed

"Had some business to take care of." said Tig. I clearly tell he wasn't shelling out full details because of me by the fact he looked at me then my father quickly, letting him know my presence was not needed.

Clay nodded, understanding "Meet me in the clubhouse." he said then looking over at my brother "Jax stop fucking around with the bike and go with him, have Lowell do it. It's his job anyway." Jax nodded, without protest. Then Clay looked over at his daughter and immediately softened "There's my favorite girl."

"Hey Dad," Eden greeted. Eden was a total Daddy's girl, except most daddy's girls beg their dad's for money and were spoiled, their bond was more about him and Eden doing fun things like going shooting and playing pool, as if he would do this with Jax or a biological son of his own.

"You behavin' today?" he asked with a glint in his eye, he always knew the answer to the question. Like father, like daughter.

"Aside from the armed robbery I committed? It's been a slow day at the office." Eden said casually. Clay laughed, he always wondered how he got lucky was a damn funny kid like Eden. He turned back to his fellow Sons and gave them a look "The fuck you standin' there for? Go to the table, I'll meet you there." The men nodded, Tig turned back to the hot Prospect who has been standing their awkwardly this entire time. "Prospect wait here for us to finish, make yourself useful." After all the Sons retreated to their little clubhouse, Eden went back into office, figuring she should get a move on with this work before her Mom had her ass. The second after she sat down, a knock on the office made her roll her eyes, great another distraction. When she looked up and saw the Prospect, her heart stopped.

"Hey," Eden said casually. She didn't even know this guy yet he made her not think and nervous. This was a first as Eden Morrow was confident, collected, and intimidating, just like her mother raised her.

"Hey, sorry to bother you." The Prospect said, rubbing a hand on the back of his neck "I just don't have anything to do while they're in there and I was hoping you wouldn't mind if I sat in here. The air conditioning feels nice"

Eden gestured to the chair facing her on the other side of the guest, "I don't mind, be my guest."

The Prospect sat down, "I'm Kip by the way, I'm a Prospect." He said proudly. Eden has seen her fair share of Prospects coming in and out of SAMCRO, few actually get patched in as their club was full of strong men who didn't want to be associated with men who were pussies and couldn't hack it being a Son.

"Eden," she replied cooly, shaking his hand from across the desk. She was rather proud of herself how fast she became the collected woman she knew she should always be, despite dying on the inside for the fact that she thought Kip was hot. Gemma would be proud on how her daughter was acting.

"Yeah, I know. You're Clay's daughter. I've seen you around." he said with a goof-fish grin. A good smile was always what Eden liked most about a guy.

"So what are you doing in here?" he asked curiously.

"Mostly do some bank statements and the accounting for TM. This is really my mom's domain, but I help out sometimes."

"That's pretty cool. I wasn't ever really good at math. I was more of a PE kinda guy."

Eden nodded, "So why do they call you Half-Sack?" getting to the point

Kip instantly reddened "Uh...it's kinda a long story. Not one I really tell people, especially girls."

Eden furrowed her eyebrows "I don't get it? What so embarrassing about a story about why you're called Half-" Eden began then finally realized to what Kip was getting at "Oh god, never mind, I get it." Eden herself was now turning red.

Kip chuckled "Yeah, not a story I brag to the ladies." rubbing the back of his neck again "I was stationed in Iraq and their was an accident and yeah well you get the picture."

Eden nodded. So Kip had only one ball. That was well...interesting, but the fact that he was a former solider was something that surprised. "So you were discharged?" she asked

"Yeah, I got a Purple Heart for my...sacrifice, then I was honorably discharged so I can recuperate. I grew up in Lodi."

"Oh yeah? I think that makes you the enemy then. Lodi and Charming are huge sports rivals." Eden pointed out, not that she cared about sports, it wasn't a Morrow top priority.

"Guess we shouldn't be talking then." Kip joked "I played football back in high school."

That surprised Eden. She never was the type to fawn over football players like most the girls at her school. She also wasn't the type to go for any of the guys in her school, period. Not only did they seem immature to her, but the truth was that no guy in Charming would probably asked her out. Her family history was too well known and everyone knew that SAMCRO ran the town and everyone stayed out of their way because they knew they were trouble. Mothers didn't want their sons involved with a girl from a troubled family. Boys her age didn't want to get involved with her, even though she's heard there is numerous talk about her in the locker room. They were too afraid of her father, brother and SAMCRO itself to ever risk it. Plus no guy would ever want to deal with her constant snarky remarks and her voice dripping with sarcasm all the time, as Jax always said. Eden didn't really care, she hoped one day she would meet the right guy outside Charming, who didn't know her family, the very thing that defined who she was.

"Jock to solider boy to perspective Son? Sometime got lost off the straight and narrow." Eden pointed out, maybe she shouldn't pry so much into this hot Prospect she barely knew, but the Gemma in her was busy fishing for details.

Kip chuckled "Now that is really a long story I swear."

Eden laughed as well, she couldn't help that everything he said made her smile like an idiot. She never felt more like a teenager more than ever. "Seriously thought, don't let the guys knock you down with that stupid nickname, it's all about the hazing since you're new. I think it's brave what you did, going to war and all."

Kip looked down at the ground, not meeting Eden's eye "Thanks, that actually means a lot. No one's ever really said that to me before." Clearing his throat, "So you go to college around here?" clearly changing the subject. Before Eden could respond Juice walked in "Come on Prospect lets go. We got business to do." Kip immediately stood up, but before walking out the door, he turned back to Eden. "It was nice talking you Eden." he said goodbye with a wave and wink that surely made Eden's heart stop.

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Walking to their bikes, Juice and Kip were talking about what Clay had planned next to get the new shipment of guns in. As they were putting on their helmets, Juice chuckled. Kip raised his eyebrow, wondering what the Son found so funny.

"What?"

Juice chuckled again "Nothing man, I just see you've met Eden."

Kip nodded "Yeah, Clay's daughter. She's pretty cool. What's so funny about that?"

"Nothing, I'm just gonna warn you once, Sack. Watch your back dude. She's seventeen and if Clay and Jax see you look at her in any way that's more than friendly, you're gonna be skinned alive."

She's seventeen? he thought, honestly shocked. He thought she was at least nineteen or twenty by the way she talked and looked. "Nothing is going on, I literally just met her."

Juice rolled his eyes "Whatever you say. I'm just gonna say this once Prospect. I've known Eden forever and even I, a fellow male, notice that she's pretty hot, despite the fact that she's family to me. Just don't get involved with that if you want to get patched in."

Kip nodded "Don't worry man, I don't want to get involved with some jailbait." He couldn't help but wince when referring to Eden as jailbait, it felt so wrong, a cheap way to describe a girl who was anything but cheap. He was pretty sure Eden was the only person associated with the Sons to call him by his real name instead of that god awful nickname that he had to live with. He couldn't help but like the way she said his name too.

Juice nodded, satisfied with Kip's answer "Keep it that way."

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