I've been thinking of writing a SOA fanfic for a while and i'm finally getting around to it! Hopefully you guys enjoy it enough to want to see more! So, read and review! Thanks! 3

CHAPTER ONE.

FUCK! My knuckles are so fucking sore but it is so worth it! Here I am, a dainty nineteen year old throwing punches at a man twice my size and triple my age. Serves him right for touching my ass! Fucking pervert was asking for a beating. Somebody grabbed my arms to try and pull me out of my rage and away from my victim but I fought back and threw my head back to headbutt the wannabe hero in the face before tackling the fat shit to the ground, catching him off guard as he tried to steady himself. I guess all those punches to the face had made him dizzy. Poor guy!

"Try and touch my ass again! Go on I dare you!" I screamed to his bloody face. Literally, I'm not using English slang or swear words; his face is actually bloody; soaked in blood from a busted nose, brow and lip. All thanks to me!

"Come on, that's enough!" someone called from the crowd but I continued to beat the shit out of this man, I was on an alcohol-fuelled rage and it wouldn't end anytime soon. I was naturally an angry, aggressive person and alcohol often made it worse.

"He's had enough when I say he's had enough!" I growled, wrapping my fingers around his throat to block off his air supply. Let's see how you like that, you sick son of a bitch. His eyes widened in shock as he came to realise that I was blocking off his air supply and that's when he really started to squirm and thrash beneath me. I grinned a sadistic little grin as I stared down at him, tightening my hands around his throat. Around me though, the crowd began to separate and that was due to the arrival of the damn cops. Why they always gotta come and spoil my fun?! Damn Hale and his Captain America personality.

"HEY! THAT'S ENOUGH!" he yelled as he and his colleagues pulled me away from the guy I had been quite close to killing. I struggled as they restrained me before laughing and giving up, shaking my head in disbelief.

"Man this is great." I laughed before collecting some blood in my mouth from a cut lip to spit on the ground, still grinning like the fucking Cheshire cat.

"You're coming with us. I'm sure you know your rights." Hale mumbled, leading me out of the trashed bar to the cop car sat outside with the lights still flashing.

"Personal transport for me? Oh David, how sweet." I was always sarcastic, it was a trait of mine and it was like a second language for me. All my close friends and family got used to it over time – we're all the same anyway.

"Just be quiet and get in Maria. It's late, I don't have time for this." He responded, opening the back door and guiding me into the back seats of the car.

"Yeah, whatever Hale. Take me to my second home." I smirked, leaning awkwardly against the car door because of the freaking hand cuffs keeping my hands behind my back. It's funny really, how they have to go through so many precautions to control a woman of my build. I'm 5'6 and slim but I guess you could say I'm pretty strong and toned due to my extreme workout regime and my uh, extra-curricular activities.

The rest of the journey was spent in silence, with me spreading myself across the seats to get comfortable during the five minute journey. Charming was small and everything was in close distance! And now, here I was sobering up in a cold, empty and smelly holding cell. I spend so much time here it's unreal. But thanks to my ties with the Sons of Anarchy, the local MC club, I never spend any longer than a night in this shithole.
"Ugh! This place is so fucking boring!" I yelled into the empty cell and quiet police station, it was at least three in the morning so the few cops that inhabited the place were probably out dealing with drunken brawls similar to mine or just patrolling and causing unnecessary grief for us innocent folk. Ha! Movement caught my eye and I looked up to see Unser standing on the other side of the bars, looking in at me with a disappointed expression upon his wrinkled face. "Don't look at me like that man, it breaks my little black heart." I teased, pouting my lips and sniffling like I was crying. Man I'm a bitch. And what? I'm beyond caring.

"You know I really hate seeing you in this position.. But sooner or later it'll get to a point where I'm happy to see you in here. At least that way I know you're not out there causing trouble!" There he goes with his fatherly-like rants. Acting like he gives a shit when he doesn't.

"Eh, pops. Just because you knew my pa doesn't mean you can treat me like your own, ok? And don't give me that 'he would want me to take care of you' shit because he doesn't want anybody to look after me but the fucking club, ok?" I snapped, pushing myself up off the crappy little bed to pace around the small enclosure like a lion in fucking captivity.

"Don't bite my head off for being concerned Ria.." I rolled my eyes and gently kicked the foot of the bed.

"Unser.. just fuck off okay? Fuck off and get me the fuck out of here!" I snapped, kicking a trash can full blow, sending it flying across the small space, where it crashed against the wall opposite and rolled across the floor.

"Hey! What's with the commotion?" I heard the familiar voice of none other than Gemma, someone I looked up to as a mother. "Christ, Ria.. what have you done this time?" she sighed, resting her hands on her hips as she looked in at me.

"Just stop staring at me and get me outta here. I want to go home." I whined quietly with a pout. I could always act like myself in front of Gemma, even if it was a weakness. Who gives a shit? I love the woman!

"Okay baby girl, let's get you out of here." Unser unlocked the cell door and at last, freedom was mine. For tonight at least.