"This message is for Darlene Delaney. My name is Frank Wilson, attorney for Wilson and Associates. Otto Delaney is my client. I'd like to discuss some things with you, if you could give me a call at 555-4568, we can set up a time for you to come into my office in Charming."

Darlene "Darling" Delaney snapped her cell phone shut and tossed it onto the countertop in her small kitchen of the studio apartment she was currently renting. She opened the refridgerator and pulled out a beer. Twisting the cap off as she leaned against the counter, she stared at her phone.

Shaking her head, she mocked the laywer, "We can set up a time for you to come into my office." She snorted, "Yeah right pal."

She left her phone in the kitchen and walked to her bathroom, soaking her troubles away in a hot shower sounded pretty good right about now, she thought.

She was just stepping out of the shower when she heard her phone ringing. Taking her time drying off, she wrapped the plush green towel around herself and went and grabbed her phone. Picking it up she opened it to see a number she wasn't familiar with. "Hello" She sighed into the phone.

"Darling…." Jaxson Teller, Prince of Charming and VP of Samcro's voice came across the line.

"What do you want?" She asked.

"You're not being very friendly." She could tell he was smiling.

"What do you want, Jaxs?" She repeated.

"We need to talk."

"About?"

"We need you to come back to Charming." Jaxs cut to the chase.

"No." She answered.

"No?"

"No."

"Darling, can you not be stubborn right now?"

"I'm not coming to Charming. We can talk now, Over the phone."

"Darling…"

"Jaxson…"

"Please, Darling."

She almost dropped the phone. Did she hear him? Did Jaxs Teller just say please? "What's going on?"

Darling heard his intake of breath. She knew exactly what he was doing. He was leaning against his motorcycle, smoking a cigeratte. "It's your mother." He said quietly.

Sighing heavily, "What did she do now?"

"Darling, please come back to Charming, okay? It's important." Jaxs told her.

The second time he said please. By the feeling that gave her in her gut, something was deffinetly wrong.

"I'm on my way." She told him, hanging up the phone.

Swearing the entire time she got dressed in dark blue jeans and a white tank top, she pulled on a black SAMCRO hoodie before she grabbed her overnight bag. Packing clothes and bathroom stuff, she knew nothing was as simple as just a short visit, something was up and she needed to have her stuff just in case. She didn't know why she was going, her mother and her weren't on speaking terms, they weren't on any terms really.