Summary/Warning: A young single mom who has fled across the country to escape an abusive past. After reconnecting with her estranged Uncle who is a patched member of the Pittsburgh Charter he points her in the direction of Charming. Her new neighbor is Chibs.
While the story won't necessarily be dark, it will contain sensitive subjects and won't shy away from the SOA life either.
Chapter One
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"Are we there yet?" Donovan asked, slipping his tablet into his backpack, "Mom, are we there yet?" He kicked the back of her seat when she didn't answer.
Riley sucked in a deep breath and released it slowly, nearly three thousand miles trapped in a vehicle for over a week had worn down her patience, "don't kick my seat Van," she stressed out the words slowly before taking another deep breath before explaining, "I need to pay attention, our new street is coming up."
He let out a huff and turned his gaze out the window taking in the town that she had announced would be their new home, "you think that's my new school?"
"I bet it is," she smiled in the rearview mirror, a few blocks later she pulled into the driveway of 1109 B. Adams.
A single story tan duplex that set in the middle of the block surrounded by other similar style duplexes and houses.
She turned her eyes towards 1109 A. her connected neighbor's driveway and took note of the motorcycle before climbing out of her used white four-door Silverado. "Van, carry in your sister's bag, then run out and get your guys pillows," she said ordered, she found the key in the mailbox where her landlord had told her it would be. She unlocked the door and swung it open as she took in the living room of the empty house.
She unbuckled the sleeping toddler from her car seat and carried her inside, placing Alana on her flowery pillow with her blanket. "Watch her, okay?" She ordered Van who nodded not looking up from his tablet. She preceded to carry in the few possessions she had taken with them.
An overseas operation had given her the opportunity she needed to make a clean and easy break.
Before he even boarded his plane, she had deactivated her social media accounts.
He had been somewhere over the middle of the Atlantic when she had crammed the trunk full of their clothes, photo albums, and toys, she didn't bother watching the sunset on her tiny Pennsylvania town as she drove away.
When he texted his plane had landed in Denmark, she was too busy switching vehicles at her uncle's garage in Pittsburgh to respond.
Her Uncle Axe had promised to get rid of her red Kia, that he'd have one of his boys dump it somewhere in Florida in a few weeks. She had hugged him tight as he pressed a kiss to her forehead and wished her luck, slipping her an envelope with a couple grand into her hand along with the documents creating their new identities. "Go to Charming California, I reached out to some of my brothers, there's a house for you there."
"That's everything," she announced, wiping the sweat off her brow. "Van, why don't you put push this box down to your room."
Van rolled his eyes and put his tablet down, "fine," he grumbled but compiled without any more complaints.
She stepped into the bathroom and washed her face, glancing at herself in the mirror. The bruises were gone, her green worried eyes stared back at her. Nineteen-year-old Elizabeth Grace Wood was gone in her place was twenty-three-old Riley Faith Smith, mother of two.
"I'm Riley, I'm Riley, I'm Riley," she murmured to herself. Letting the name roll off her tongue.
She shook her head and put on a smile, "I'm Riley, just looking to start over in a quiet, family friendly small town," she murmured as she opened her fire resistant, waterproof safe box and pulled out nearly seven hundred dollars and tucked it away in her purse. She stuffed the box containing her entire stolen stash of cash under her bathroom sink. "I'll find a safer spot tonight." She promised herself.
"Hey pretty girl," she smiled at Alana when she glanced up from her doll. "Let's get our shoes on, we have a lot of errands to run today." She said, helping Alana into her mary janes as Donovan shoved his feet into his sneakers.
She scooped Alana up as Donovan bolted out to the truck as she locked up the house, "what do you guys want to eat?" She asked as she buckled up Alana.
Donovan wrinkled his nose, "pizza?" She nodded in agreement before closing the door and heading for the driver side door.
"Hey, neighbour," a rugged, heavy accented voice she assumed was Scottish called out to her.
She glanced up, the voice belonged an older man with scars and tattoos, a biker, a Son, she noted his kutte was similar to her uncles. "Hello," she spoke softly, she could feel his brown eyes on her, taking in her small form, breast, hazel eyes and sweet smile.
"I'm .. Riley," she introduced herself, offering him her hand politely.
He smirked and took her hand and pressed a kiss to her knuckles, "nice to meet you lass, Chibs."
"Chibs," she repeated his name, a club name she was sure, much like her uncle was called Axe. "It was nice to meet you but we better go," she stated.
"We?" He quirked a brow.
She motioned to her truck, "my kids and I. Don't worry, we'll try not to bother you."
"Kids," he stated surprised, his gaze running over her once more. The girl didn't look old enough to be out of high school, let alone to have kids as in plural, which means more than one.
He was a pervy fuckin' bastard because his eyes kept sneaking a glance at her spectacular tits.
She was going to be a fucking problem. He could feel it in his bones. "See ya around then, love," he dropped the endearment and watched her blush with pride.