AN:Hey guys, I just wanted to say that you checking out this story means the world to me. It is the first story on the new account I just created and I would love some feedback! It starts off a little bit slow so please don`t judge it on the first chapter alone *I had to establish a bit of a back story first*. But have no worries I already have chapter two mapped out in my head and it opens up with Tracy being thrown straight into the world of SOA. So I hope you all enjoy; I adore you all for reading and your reviews would be greatly appreciated.

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to SOA or any of the characters that you recognize.

Tracy has always been the type of woman to face difficult scenarios head on; she perseveres and always finds a way to come out on top. But now instead of staying and cleaning up her mess here she is running. She one of the prodigal children of the Donato family is fleeing and she couldn't help but think it was rather shameful.

Tracy has lived in New York since the day she was born but here she is on a private plane with a one way ticket to a the quaint little town of Charming in California. She usually enjoyed jetting off to some far off land and forgetting all her problems but the fact that she wasn't planning a return trip is leaving her stomach in knots. She took one last deep breath as she made her way off the plane and out of the hangar to the midnight black Range Rover she purchased in advance for her stay in Charming. She was not alone in this mess at least; her father would never leave his little girl undefended even if she could take care of herself. He actually sent a whole team of men with her; in total he had sent ten. She had Anthony who has been her closest friend since she was a baby (his father has been an advisor for hers since the fifties); for a while growing up with him she thought he was slightly annoying and didn't really associate but as she began to realize that no matter what she did as a preventive measure that they would still be thrust together she gave him a chance and he has now become her most trusted confidant. He sent her godfather Vincenzo, a stout and cheerful man, and his son Angelo who was quite handsome if she did say so herself. Those were the only notable people that were with her the rest were bunch of guys that had been working for her father over the years; they were all very different in age, stature, and personality and she figured her father peppered them together to form a well-rounded group and ensure her safety at all times.

It wasn't that Tracy was incompetent it was quite the opposite actually; the reason she had to leave so abruptly was that she had taken matters regarding a turf war her family was involved in into her own hands; her father was quite proud of her and her strength to have vengeance on those who hurt her family but thought it best that she leave New York to avoid any blow back. He wanted to send her to Sicily the "home land" while she waited for the heat to die down but she refused because although she loved Italy and yearned for the European air to fill her lungs she knew that her father would send her out into the rural farmlands to make her hard to find and she was unwilling to milk goats and wear rubber boots; it was just not a good look for her. Although she grew up in NY she definitely had the flashy sexy style of a Jersey girl and was unwilling to compromise on wearing her five inch heels and animal print clothing. That may sound a little tacky or trampy but she kept it classy and she usually gets nods of approval from the drooling boys as she struts by. She was gorgeous and she didn't leave it unnoticed either; she has been using her looks to get what she wants from men for years. It was her appearance that made her such a damn good lawyer; she could just bat her eyelashes and a judge would let her clients walk. She was smart too though she was too damn smart for her own good and that is usually what gets her into trouble.

Her brain is what landed her here right now. She had a fool proof plan to avenge her Brother Tony's death and she executed it successfully; she thought of things that no one else ever would. But now she drives down the road in the early hours of dawn trying to find her way to her new home in her new town. She is in the passenger seat as the men talk and be merry and she looks to the car behind her with the rest of her party and can't help but think. How are they all so happy? They have been asked to uproot their entire lives and move from the wonders of New York to this tiny town just for me.

They drove through endless residential areas until they finally reached where they were going. Tracy would be staying in her own five bedroom house by herself; she left that as a non-negotiable and the boys would be sharing two houses that where down the street. A girl needs her privacy right? They dropped Tracy off with Promise to return her Range Rover the next morning when they could pick up their escalades from the dealership. So she went in her house for the first time. She had made sure to order the basic furnishings such as a bed to be delivered before she arrived and had already shipped all of her clothes but other than that the place was pretty bleak. She turned on the security system, locked the door, and went to bed. She found it quite difficult to sleep in this new place all alone and she had thoughts swirling around in her head about how her tomorrow would go. She missed her dogs as she lies in bed by herself; she has two male English Mastiffs both are brindle and from the same litter (both one hundred pounds apiece), she named them Fred and George because of her minor Harry Potter addiction. They always made her feel safer when something went bump in the middle of the night they calmed her down but they would not be in town till the end of the week; they have to be driven in because they are entirely too anxious with flying. She needed them here right now as she mentally prepares herself for her trip to Teller-Morrow tomorrow morning.