Today was the day that I moved away from everything I knew just to start over. I glanced over at my friend, Melody, as I threw my last bag into the car. Then I turned to her.
"You know this isn't goodbye, its just see you later," I told her as I embraced her.
"I know but why do you have to move to another country? Why not just move to London or Edinburgh?"
I gave her a look, "You know why. As long as I stay in this part of the world HE will always have someone looking for me and I think him taking away my brother and doing what he did to my face is enough for me."
She nodded her head and sniffled, "I know but I don't have to like it. You gonna tell me where you're going?"
I shook my head, "Nay, that way if someone asks, then you can tell them honestly that you have no idea where I went. I may go to different places before I stop in one place."
She gave me another hug and then stepped back, "I think its time for you to go so that you can leave before they decide to come back."
"Aye, I love you Melody, never forget that."
I got in my car and she waved as I drove away to the airport in Edinburgh. Within a few hours I was on my way to New York City and then getting a car and driving across the country to Charming, California.
Once I got to New York, I went to a motorcycle shop and bought a new Harley, along with everything that was needed due to the laws of the country. It was all bought under an alias and I had my hood over my face, that way no surveillance cameras could get shots of my face.
Three days later, I pulled up to the one motel that I found in the town. I figured that since it was after midnight, the realtor that I had purchased the house from would be in bed and I couldn't get the keys until tomorrow. I rented a room for the night and crashed.
I woke up around nine the next morning and after a shower, I called the realtor. She said that I could come by anytime to get the keys. I told her I would be there sometime this afternoon for them as I had some business to take care of before hand.
When I got outside, I saw that someone had messed with my bike and upon closer look, I realized that they had made it so that I couldn't start the bike. That put me on alert but I decided I was just going to call the repair shop in town and get them to fix it before I came to any conclusions. I went into the office to get the number. There was a different person at the desk.
"Excuse me, did you see who messed with the bike that is outside? And do you have a number to a repair shop that can tow it and get it fixed today?"
"Sure, here's the number and I didn't see anyone mess with the bike."
"Thanks."
I went back to my room and called the shop from the room phone.
"Teller-Morrow. How can I help you?"
"I'm at the motel here in town and someone messed with my ride so now it won't start. Can you send someone to tow and fix it for me?"
The lady on the phone said, "Sure, give me about 20 minutes to have a couple of the guys come out. Is it a car, SUV, or truck?"
I laughed, "It's a bike."
She was quiet for a minute, "Alright, they will be there in a few. You will need to come with them so that you can fill out the paperwork."
"Thanks." Then I hung up.
I grabbed all of my stuff and was sitting on the ground smoking when the tow truck came up with two guys in the front. One had a mohawk and the other had long hair and a beard.
I stood up with my hood up when they started walking towards me. "You the lady that called bout the bike?"
"Aye. As you can see someone messed with it."
"Sure, go ahead and get in the truck while we get this on the bed and strap it down. What's your name by the way?'
"Alieen."
"Last name?"
I smirked even though I know they couldn't see it, "Now why would you boyos need to know that? I sure the lady with the paperwork will tell you what it is after I fill it out."
They looked at me shocked but nodded. Ten minutes later we were on the road to the shop. It took us about five minutes to get there. Right after we pulled in, a group of men pulled up on bikes behind us. I was just jumping down from the cab when I caught sight of one of the men walking towards me. I stopped in my tracks but grinned beneath my hood. This would be interesting.
The blonde whistled when he saw the bike, "Who would do this to a bike?"
I shrugged and before anyone could answer I said, " I dunno but the boyos here picked me up to get it fixed."
As soon as they heard my accent, they all got quiet and the scarred man stared at me with narrowed eyes.
"What's a lass doing here all the way from Scotland?"
I put my hand under my hood, "Trying to start over away from bad memories but you should know all about having to leave Filip."
He started when he heard his name and the others stood still with just their eyes moving between us.
"Now how is it you know my name, lass?"
I grinned and removed my hood, "Its been a long time eh big brother?"
He looked shocked and the next thing I know he had me in a death grip swinging me all around the lot. I was laughing but finally had to say, "Filip, put me down before I get sick."
He did and then held my face between his hands. The first thing he noticed was the scars on my face.
As he traced them, he asked, "How did you get these lass?"
"That Filip is a tale for another time. For now, introduce me to these fine boyos and the lady that is looking through the blinds in that building over there. Im sure they would like to know what is going on."
He laughed, "Still the same little lass, never can get anything past you. Gemma, come out here and meet someone!"
She opened the door and walked over to the older man with 'President' on his cut. Filip turned me towards them and put his arm around my shoulders.
"Boys, this is my baby sister Aileen Telford. Lass, this is Clay, the president, his wife Gemma, Jackson, the VP, Bobby, Piney, Tig, Opie, Juice, Kozik, and Happy."
When he got to Happy, I stared at him a little bit longer than I had everyone else and then smirked.
"Nice to meet you all. If someone could help me get the bike off the truck and wouldn't mind if I borrowed some tools, I can fix the bike meself while you boyos do what you have to do."
They just stared for a bit more before Clay spoke up, "I think before we do that, you should tell us how you got those scars."
My face lost all emotion and my glare turned ice cold, "Clay was it? I will be as nice as possible when I say this but I am not part of your MC so you will not order me around. After I tell Filip what happened, he can decide if you should know it. And before you think that you can order him to tell you, know this, I will not tell him anything if I think that you will do that. Is that clear?"
Before he could say anything, I felt someone come up behind me and had my gun out and against the persons forehead before anyone could blink. When I turned around, I saw that Tig had managed to sneak away from the group as I was talking to Clay.
I narrowed my eyes at him, "And what exactly were you trying to do back there Mr. Trager?"
Again before he could answer, I felt someone come at me from the other side, and I had my knife at their throat without taking my eyes off Tig. When I glanced out the corner of my eye, I saw that it was Jackson that I held the knife too.
I just rolled my eyes, "Now before any of you other boyos decide to try me, remember I could probably kill the both of them before any of you could reach me. Now Mr. Trager, why were you sneaking up on me?"
He held his hands in front of him, "I saw the bulge of your gun and was going to take it from you."
I tsked, "I know for a fact that there was no bulge from the gun as this jacket is two sizes too big for me. Now tell me the truth before I decide to shoot your cock off just to spite you."
His eyes bulged, "I was going to force you into the clubhouse to make you tell Clay what he wants to know."
I nodded and removed the gun and knife, "There is the truth. Now boyos, will someone help me remove the bike. I will tell my story on my own time but it will not be today."
I looked at the rest of the men and saw their shocked faces, except for Happy who was standing there with a smirk on his face.
I raised my eyebrow at him, "Is there something that's funny Happy?"
He nodded, "Of course there is. I only know of one person who could have done that beside myself and I haven't seen her since Vegas a couple years ago."
I just smiled and walked up to him, "is that so? Would this Vegas trip of yours have a big significance in this lass's life?"
He nodded, "Yeah, I would think so. It's the night she and I got drunk and married with an Elvis impersonator. A couple weeks later she left for a job in Scotland and haven't seen her since."
I looked over my shoulder and smirked at everyones shocked expression about what happy was saying. When I turned back to him, I pulled a chain from under my shirt, "Would this by chance be the ring that you gave her?"
He nodded once he looked at it and then did a full rare smile, "Its good to see you, little bit. But can you not kill any of my brothers while you're here?"
I nodded and then turned back to my brother and sighed at his face, "Welll now that everyone knows that, might as well tell everyone a story about the last two years but it is not for out in the open."
Clay smirked and I turned to face him, "I am not doing this for you, I am doing this for Filip so that he doesn't flip out and try to kill Happy for touching me. Got it?"
He nodded and kissed Gemma on her cheek, "We can do it in the chapel."
I waited for Filip to go ahead of me and Happy walked beside me with his arm around my waist. Once the cell phones had been deposited outside the doors, we walked inside and everyone but me sat around the table. When I just stood there, Happy pulled me on his lap, which earned him a glare from me. He knew I didn't like to be manhandled. He just smirked at me.
I rolled my eyes and looked straight at Filip, "I know this must be a shock for you brother, since when you left I was just 16 and finishing school. Mum and Da are doing okay and told me that if I saw you to tell you that they still love you." He nodded at me.
"Okay, I'm going to start but I will not be stopped for questions in the middle of the story, it will be after that I will answer some questions. Also I will not tell you how I got the job that I have or who I work for."
Everyone nodded. Happy just put his arms around me and squeezed, he already knew that part.
"Okay, the job I had started in Scotland and then moved to Ireland. I was supposed to follow Liam O'Phelan around and tell my employers what he was doing. At first it was a very easy job as all he did was go to meetings with people and then get drunk and fuck anyone willing to have him. Then about a month into the job, it started to get harder to find him. I'm pretty sure that he somehow figured out that he was being followed. A week after that, he suddenly moved to Belfast and into his brothers house, which if you haven't guessed is Jimmy. Well I found some dealings going on in that house that were not what either brother was supposed to be doing for the IRA. Don't ask how I know about the dealings or what they are because I will not tell you."
I paused for a drink of Happy's beer and a breath and looked at my brother's face. "Filip, I was Fiona and Kerrianne while I was there. They went to the rectory one day when I was there and I will tell you this, Kerrianne has turned into a fine lass. I even have some pictures the good Father took for me. Now, during this visit, Fiona just kept asking question after question about why I was there and if I had anything to do with some of the deals of Jimmy's falling through. I didn't tell her anything. By this time, it was almost the two years into the job that I was doing. Once I left, I got a phone call from my boss that they had some footage that I needed to look at and listen to and then I could kill both Liam and Jimmy as I saw fit. That footage is not something that I will speak of but just know that Liam is dead because of it and Jimmy is still healing from the fight that we had. Now, during this fight, I was actually beating Jimmy and was about to kill him when I was hit over the head from behind. It is the first and only time that I had not been paying attention to my surroundings. When I came to, I was chained to the wall and a girl was standing in front of me. She had a knife in her hand and before she gave me these scars, she said that I might as well look like my brother before I died. But they had forgotten to chain up my feet and I was able to kill her with a well placed kick before she could put the knife through my heart. I always carry a way to pick a lock with me, so I used that and was able to escape back to Scotland and a friends house. However, jimmy kept sending people trying to find me because of who I killed, and I decided that it would be a good idea for me to leave to a place that the high IRA has told Jimmy he is not allowed to come. There, that is the story."
I took another drink as I let everyone digest what I had just told them. I looked at all their faces and could tell a range of emotions were going through each of them.
Filip was the first one to ask a question, "Who was the girl that you had to kill?"
I sighed, "I do not know her name but I do know that she was one of the sweetbutts that hung around the Belfast chapter of SOA. I had a suspicion that Jimmy or Liam had placed her there to let them know what was going on with the MC. But I also know that she didn't ever get any information."
