author's note: hello this is my first attempt at SOA fanfiction. just toying around with what-ifs from season 1. this is set around the time just after jax and tara kill kohn. this is a short intro chapter, the next ones will be longer. hope you enjoy and let me know what you think!
Prologue
Once in a while something happens in your life that makes you think. Makes you take a good look at yourself. Reassess. See if it's time for a change.
Changing is easier than people think. All that's needed is the right inspiration. Preachers say the answer is to turn to God. Oprah says it is to strive to be The Best You Can Be. Even gives away kitchen appliances and trips to Australia to prove her point. There are even life coaches to help you along! Peace! Happiness! Love! All great places to start!
And then there is the best inspiration of all.
Revenge.
Chapter 1
If this person had just been walking down the street, or picking out produce at the grocery store, noone would ever have noticed. Too ordinary. Not too tall, kind of skinny, wearing faded jeans and a grey hoodie – it was a description that could have fit any number of people.
But this wasn't any number of people. This was a person stalking around Jax Teller's house. And since Jax Teller was Prince of the Sons, that meant it was Sons' business.
Jax took a drag on his cigarette and motioned with his head. Juice and Bobby nodded, circling around the back of the house. If the stranger decided to explore he would be in for a surprise.
But the stranger didn't explore. He just went up and down the front of the house a couple of times, looking up at windows, staring at the door. When Jax could stand it no longer he motioned to Happy, who immediately strode up to the guy. But no sooner had he touched the stranger on the shoulder when he was flipped neatly off his feet and onto his back.
Instead of rushing to their brother's aid, the Sons found themselves rooted to the spot, gaping. The would-be target had whirled on Happy and now they could see that a wealth of long dark hair had swung free from the hood.
"Who in hell is that?" Chibs' voice was as bewildered as they all felt.
They were staring at the newcomer, who was holding up a small fist to the face of one of the toughest Sons around. Happy was on his knees, reeling from the shock of being slammed onto his back, and as he struggled to get on his feet the fist flew out, connected solidly with his jaw, and he toppled over like a rag doll. Tig shook his head, wide-eyed and openmouthed. His cigarette fell from slack lips. "Goddess," he breathed in quiet reverence.
