***This is set before Season 1, I don't own any characters except my OC. Thanks for reading!***

"Cadybug, I need you to get up," Cadence's father's voice roused her from her deep sleep. She groaned at the intrusion, cracking open her eyes to see only his head peeking through the door frame, "Come on and get some breakfast together. Some of the boys are coming over before we make the drive down to Fresno."

"Ugh daddy, can't Heather do it," She groaned again, rolling to her side and wishing he would just leave her alone so that she could go back to sleep.

"No baby, now get up before I do something I don't want to do."

One green eye popped wide open, the other still smushed into the pillow, this was her job, her life sentence. Not that she normally minded much, she loved taking care of people, but when it interfered with her sleep it was a whole different story. She rolled herself up, planting her bare feet on the cold wooden floor and stretched her body, trying to give herself the kick start she needed.

"How many guys are we talking?" She hollered out her now fully open door and petered her way over to her dresser, pulling out a black t-shirt and some cut off jeans.

"Just five or six." Her dad hollered back.

Cadence moved to the bathroom, cleaning herself up quickly and throwing her wavy blonde hair up into a pony tail. She glanced at her reflection in the mirror, wide eyes that could use a little liner, but who cares, they were just bikers with an appetite.

"How long will you be in Fresno?" She said to her dad as she moved into the kitchen, opening the fridge and pulling out whatever ingredients she might need.

"Just under a week I think," Her dad responded.

Cadence turned and gave her dad a look, that was longer than they were ever usually gone for. But he wasn't paying her any attention, his eyes were focused intently on the newspaper in front of him.

"What're you reading?"

"There's some trouble over in Stockton," He answered, not lifting his head at all.

She paused, wondering what kind of trouble was in Stockton, hoping that her dad was not going to stop by to find out. "So why a week? What would take so long?"

Finally catching his attention, his eyes shifted over to where she was stirring batter in a big silver bowl. She watched him as he scratched his gray beard, a habit that usually meant he was hiding something.

"We're going to stop in Charming, catch up for a day or two on our way down."

"Oh," She nodded knowingly. Charming was home to the Sons of Anarchy, a motorcycle club similar to her father's, the Devil's Tribe. Her father and the founder of the Sons, John Teller used to be best friends, a very long time ago. So long, Cadence could hardly remember. But she did remember the story of how John saved her dad's life. She knew that even though John had passed, her father still held a fondness for his family and the club he had created.

"I need you and Heather to keep the clubhouse intact, make sure the girls are behaving and whatnot. There will be a few prospects around if you need anything."

"Ok," She answered, busying herself with finishing her preparations for breakfast. Glancing up towards the side of the fridge, a picture caught her eye, her mom and dad, in happier times. It all seemed so long ago now. She was eight when she found out her mother had stage four ovarian cancer. Two months later she had passed. No one was prepared for what that meant, her mom had not been ready to die, terrified to leave her daughters without their mother. Her dad who had always been the rock, was lost. Cadence was pretty sure he didn't smile for over a year after that, it was all so sudden, so tragic. But one day he woke up, and ever since then he had given them 200 percent. Sure, he was president of his motorcycle club, ran his business at a strip club, but he spent every other minute making sure they were taken care of. Cadence had been sheltered from his life, pushed to go to school and study hard, kept out of the craziness that his life sometimes brought. But he kept her separate, never allowing her to experience anything...nothing, her whole life until now. Now that she was 21, he was slowly allowing her to learn what the other side of his life was really about, giving her responsibilities at the clubhouse and little tasks like cooking breakfast for his guys, and she was determined to not let him down, hoping he would let her in his life even more. Because that's all she really craved.

"What's up bitch?" Cadence rolled her eyes at her sister's obnoxious greeting. "You shouldn't have, I really didn't need that many pancakes." Heather stuck her finger in the bowl before sucking the batter off of it.

"That's disgusting," Cadence responded, pulling the bowl closer to prevent her from doing it again. Her sister was an asshole, truly, and at 26 she was more immature than Cadence was at 11. Heather had been living the club life for much longer than Cadence. She had a history of fooling around with various bikers, giving her dad unwanted stress and causing him to only shelter Cadence more. She was the reason that Cadence wasn't even allowed to set foot into the clubhouse until she turned 21, she was the reason her dad threatened any member who even looked at her a minute too long.

"So what's going on Daddy, you guys are heading to Fresno?" Heather asked him.

"Yes, and I expect you to behave while I'm gone. I'm leaving some prospects to keep an eye on you."

"Are you leaving Sam?" Heather asked, a smirk on her lips.

"Now I'm not," He answered as he stood up, giving her a stern look before leaving the room.

"You are so bad," Cadence told her sister, she always had a way of messing with their dad. Her sister was pretty, with strawberry blonde hair and freckles on her face, she came off way more innocent than she actually was. She also had green eyes, but hers were more of a yellow green and narrower than Cadence's. Her boobs were little, but her hips were wide and she never seemed to have a problem getting the guys to notice her.

Cadence finished preparing the breakfast just as the guys started filtering in. "Jury!" They hollered, sitting down at the table and getting right at it. Setting some orange juice and glasses on the table, Cadence almost laughed at them, they had the breakfast finished off in less than ten minutes. With a quick thank you they were out the door, her father stopping to kiss her forehead before joining them on their trip.

Cadence sighed to herself, she hoped he was safe when he was away. Just the little glimpse of the life she was learning about was enough to make her worry for him.

The week had gone by slowly, Jury had called only a couple of times to let them know how he was doing. The last time he called, he told them to make sure the club house was ready, he was bringing some of the Sons back with him to check out how they were doing.

The pressure was on for her to make sure he was happy. Heather even did more than her fair share to help get ready, eager to see the familiar faces. Finally, everything was in place and the guys would be here any minute.

The doors to the clubhouse opened and in came Jury and Needles. Heather ran over to her father, hugging him hello. Cadence watched from her place behind the bar as man after man entered the clubhouse behind him. With 18 of their own members, the girls who were hanging around and the Sons, the place was bursting at the seams. She eyed her father talking to an older gray haired man who stood tall and full of confidence. Glancing down at his vest she could see he was the president.

Clay.

Another curly haired man joined in on their conversation, laughing and scanning the room, obviously trying to pick out what girl he wanted. Cadence sighed to herself and grabbed some beers from the fridge underneath the counter to have them close and ready, her dad never wanted the men to have to wait.

Glancing back over to where her dad was at, she saw a new man had entered. A really attractive man. His face was striking, his hair long and blond, his body tall and muscular. He must have sensed her staring, because he turned his head and looked straight at her, causing her to quickly turn away. She squatted down to pull more beers and hide the flush she could feel in her cheeks.

"Oh girl, Jax is here," Heather said under her breath as she walked behind Cadence.

"John's kid?" She asked, slinking back up to see who she was talking about.

"Yeah, the extremely hot one, oh come on, like you didn't notice?"

Oh shit, Cadence thought, she couldn't believe she had even remotely checked him out after hearing that. "Whatever you're thinking, dad will kill you."

"What dad doesn't know..." Heather said as she grabbed a cherry, taking little nibbles as she stared very openly. Fighting the urge to roll her eyes, Cadence finished getting the drinks prepped, ready to serve and make her father proud.

The men started walking over to the bar and Cadence suddenly felt a little nervous. Hopefully she wouldn't screw anything up. She popped the caps off and lined them up so they could grab them and go.

"I see you're fully stocked here Jury," Clay said as he put his arm around her father's shoulders.

"I aim to please," Jury answered.

"Looks like you got a lot of alcohol too," The curly hair man chimed in, causing the men to laugh.

"Tonight is your night men, everything is on the house. Only top grade quality here."

"How about that little one," Clay spoke up. Cadence felt a strange sensation suddenly and looked up, seeing all eyes were on her. Her eyes grew wide, he couldn't be serious, he was an old man for crying out loud.

"Yeah, she looks like one tight little..." Curly started.

"No," Jury interjected, loud and catching them off guard, his voice scared even her, "That's my daughter, she's off limits, and that one too," He pointed to where Heather was leaning over the counter, giving everyone a good view. Cadence turned away from them and faced the wall, getting some glasses and trying to appear as though she didn't hear a thing.

"Anyone touches my daughters and I'm sorry boys, but your head will be removed and mounted on a stake outside. As a message to everyone else what happens if you my girls."

"Well shit, my apologies Jury, I can't believe how...they grew up," Clay said. She could feel his eyes still scanning over her body and was honestly repulsed that he would even think of her like that.

"Yeah, I lost control of my Heather a bit, but Cady is still a virgin and God help the man who tries to ruin that."

Oh. My. God. Cadence could not believe that he had actually said that, she had never wanted to disappear so much in her entire life.

"Cady are you hearing this?" Her sister laughed, still leaning her chest on the bar for everyone to see. Sure she heard, everyone heard.

"I hate everyone right now."

"No way..." She could hear Curly and she knew exactly what he was thinking. What kind of freak was a virgin at 21 years old? One whose dad literally threatened the lives of any man who even said hello to her, that's who. She was lucky she had been able to make out with a couple of boys during high school, the one place where her dad didn't have someone patrolling her.

"Dad doesn't realize, but telling them that is only making them want you more. Lucky bitch." Her sister remarked without turning around.

"He's like retirement age Heather."

Finally Heather turned and walked over next to her, "That's not who I'm referring to jackass." She said into her ear, causing Cadence to blush again.

"That one's good for you Clay, she's very...shall we say, flexible." He heard his dad suggesting a woman for him. Cadence coughed out of shock, this is the part she really didn't want to see, or even hear for that matter.

The rest of the night consisted of her making drinks for the men, the men getting more and more drunk, often forgetting her dad's threats until he made his rounds again. Which he always did, about every ten minutes or so. She would sneak glances at Jax, admiring how good looking he really was, in between listening to her sister talk about wanting to "get on that" and bitching about some red head and a blonde hanging all over him.

There was no respect for women, this was a man's club for sure. But she didn't bitch about it, she was here to help her dad, knowing the gratitude he had for the men who joined him tonight. When it seemed they were all too drunk to even care if she was still there or not, she decided it was a good time to go home. Glancing around quick, she saw her father flash her a thumbs up. She smiled to herself, heading out to her truck, satisfied that her father was proud of her.

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