Kimberly was sitting down for five minutes since Ronnie's Karoaki Lounge was having a slow evening. It gave her time to collect her thoughts about everything that brought her from Galveston Texas to Oakland California. She looked back to when she was eighteen when her dad dropped the bomb of bombs on her. Though she escaped and was thankful that her boss Veronica looked the other way four years ago about her being eighteen and not twenty one.
She gave her a job, helped her find a place to live, she offered her two bedroom penthouse. Kimberly wiped a tear from her eye as she thought about what her father did. It was bad enough them being apart of the AB. Something that Kimberly never believed in and was disgusted at the fact.
Well a twenty thousand dollar debt did a lot.
~Flashback four years before~
It was another hot day in Texas. Eighteen year old Kimberly Davis was riding in the passenger seat of her dad's truck. He was secretive about something and she had no idea what it was.
Finally when they pulled into the tattoo parlor parking lot that was near the beach he turned to her. "I fucked up." he simply stated.
"What do you mean, you fucked up?" Kimberly asked.
"Gambling. It finally got me in over my head and now I owe twenty grand to SAMGALV." Butch Davis confessed. "I can't go to the AB becuase it was my own fault in the first place. They want payment so it has to be you." said Butch getting out of the truck. "Come on they intrusted me to take you here before I bring you over to the clubhouse." he said.
"This is bullshit! I have dreams dad, or don't you give a shit!" Kimberly fired at him as she followed him inside.
"Hey Butch Davis. I called for the appointment so you know what I need done." he said to the female tattoo artist.
"Yes. You want it on the forearm right? Just below the wrist?" she asked.
"Oh great. Let me guess, harder to cover up?" Kimberly asked.
"I'm sorry." said Butch. He felt sorry for his daughter. He knew what the tattoo meant. His eighteen year old daughter was about to get a small skyth with barbed wire around it. It was as good as a property patch.
The girls who were willingly the club's property didn't have the barbed wire. just the skyth. Though if you had the barbed wire there were only two ways out. Crowed out or death. That was it. Butch didn't tell her because say if she were to run before pickup and didn't know what it meant she would get a free pass, but have to remain at whatever clubhouse she was sent to. Though she she knew and ran well death would be the punishment. That was the harsh reality of the situation.
He couldn't do it. He just couldn't. He had to think of a way to not only save his ass, but hers also. Then he got an idea. When she was done and he paid for the tattoo Butch put an arm around his daughter and whispered in her ear.
"When we get outside hit me in the nuts, grab my keys and steal my truck and head to the bus station and get out of town. Oakland California is a safe zone. I know there are others, but they are all over the place I have no idea what cities are safe zones and what aren't. Oakland is the only one I know for sure." said Butch.
Getting outside Kimberly turned to her father! "YOU BASTARD! YOU RUINED MY LIFE!" Then taking her oversized purse she bashed him over the head before hitting him in the nuts and punching him in the face before stealing his keys and getting into the Chevy Silverado and pealing out of the lot.
She stopped the truck a few blocks from the bus station and hid the keys behind the tire after locking it. Then she caught the city bus to the station and once she got there she got the first ticket to Oakland.
~End Flashback~
She was lucky her current roommate and boss had found her because she had a feeling she might still be on the streets. Looking around the bar she felt at home. There was a very diverse clientel. Black, white, and brown college students, rednecks, hillbillies, some Mayans, blue collar workers. Though everyone got along and had a good time. This was a drama free zone.
Kimberly had always worn fingerless gloves to cover up her tattoo until she could find some place to get it removed or get it covered over with something else. Problem was people talked and word gets around. So for now Kimberly stayed covered up. Only at home she was uncovered and when there was a knock at the door she quickly put on her gloves.
"Hey girlie, I have an appointment in the morning. Do you mind coming it at noon and opening tomorrow?" Veronica, her roommate, and owner of the bar asked her.
"Yes sure. I need all the hours I can get so I can by myself a car. Taking the bus when we are on two seperate shifts is getting old." said Kimberly.
"Hang on one second! BABE!" Veronica called.
"No don't worry about it." said Kimberly. She had no problem with the One Niners. She wasn't scared of them at all with their leader dating Veronica and living with them. They were always respectful toward her and everyone in the bar. Also if trouble broke out the Niners hanging around were quick to intervene if a fight broke out over something. Yes they controlled the H trade in Oakland, but Kimberly didn't do it so she had no reason to worry about it.
"What's up babygirl?" Laroy asked as he walked over.
"Can Kimberly borrow one of your Escalade's until she can afford to get her own car?" Veronica asked.
"You don't have to do this! You do so much for me already. You have done so much for me since I moved here from Texas four years ago." Kimberly said to her friend, boss, and roommate.
"What about your dream about being in real estate. A good car goes along way when it comes to a sale. Listen get yourself a grant and get your Real Estate license in California and go to Pope Reality. My father is a major real estate mongual in Oakland. He is also like my man, but a major player. Though keep that one on the down low." said Veronica.
"Real Estate?" Kimberly asked shocked.
"You told me when you moved here four years ago that thanks to your asshole father your dreams of getting your real estate license and selling condos up and down the gulf coast was crushed thanks to his debt. Well even though you may not have condos, Pope Reality deals with hundred thousand to multi million dollar homes. Sweetheart you have been like a sister to me for the past four years and you can be my manager and sell real estate. You can do both hunny." said Veronica.
Kimberly wiped some tears from her eyes. Her roommate was telling her that if she wanted to be in real estate her father would hire her after she got her license. She could still manage Veronica's bar also. it all seemes so good, but she still had that hundred pound weight tattooed to her wrist that was holding her back from dating and finding the right man to marry.
At twenty two she was a virgin and the only sexual experience she had was porn and a vibrator. That was it. "Thank you so much Ronnie. I love you so much sis." said Kimberly.
"Love you too. Now babe go get her one of your Escalades. Please." said Veronica.
"Alright babe. I'll be right back." said Laroy kissing her before leaving with one of his guys.
A/N: The timeline is season one after Donna was killed. This chapter was just before Piney came bursting in to confront Laroy. Hope you enjoy! Kimberly Davis is portrayed by Emma Watson.