Disclaimer:
I do not own any of the sons of anarchy and sopranos characters, they belong to David Chase and Kurt Sutter!

This is quite a different story i guess! Being a Stevie Nicks fan, i chose her to be my OC, in the story she is 27 years old. I also chose to combine my two favorite shows, though Sopranos is her past and Sons is her future. In my story she has/gets a place in the world that is dominated by men. Meaning some things might not happen in real life, but i thought it would be interesting to explore this, and to take a strong female lead. I am not following any specific story lines! If you go to my profile you will find a link to a tumblr where you can see photos of the characters!

Chapter 1

"And i guess thats why they call it the blues.." Stevie sighed as she turned up the radio in her Chrysler 300 as she sped up on the highway. When she took a look at her reflection in her rear-view mirror she saw tired golden brown eyes and a thin face framed by wild curly blonde hair.

Leaving was turning out to be hardest thing she had ever done. Leaving her life behind in Jersey, her family, her work. But she had to. She was reminded of his presence everywhere she went. At work, every bar they ever had lunch or dinner, every store they went shopping together, and worst of all, the family, who had never looked at her the same again after it happened. They all had a look of pity and sadness in their eyes.

She had every reason to feel sorry for herself. Her life hadn't exactly been a sweet smooth ride. But she took pride in being strong, in not walking away from pain or danger. But now she was speeding away from her pain, it had finally become too much.

She had tried to take over after her husband had gotten killed. Take over his place in the family. But she couldn't. Tony had been caring and sweet but she felt him and the other men were uncomfortable with her being left alone to run things. They had tolerated her at Silvio's side, being his partner, but a woman running things on her own? That was not something they could picture.

Stevie huffed while she thought about that. If it were a different set of circumstances she would have loved to prove those assholes wrong. After all, she wasn't any old mobwive! She had run her husbands club the BadaBing on her own since they got married, and all the shady business that took place there was under her supervision. She even did time for the family, after being taken in on assault charges when there was a fallout at the club she had been involved in. Hell, she did things she never thought she would ever do, but in this life a gun could be your best friend.

What Tony and the guys couldn't picture was her taking over all of Silvio's business, including for instance loan shark receipt collecting. This was a job that required a man, muscle and presence. What they refused to see was that Stevie had advantage with her appearance. No man would see danger at first glace when looking at the tiny pretty blonde girl. That would be her advantage, to reel them in and take them by surprise. If needed she could use her excellent gun skills or boxing techniques. She had gone on many of these trips with her husband, usually seeing them end with Silvio losing his temper or having to defend himself, forcing the man to pay up or kill him. She knew how it worked.

In spite of all this she didn't put up much of a fight. She rather took it as a chance, a chance to get away. Because if she couldn't be a part of the life there anymore there was no place for her there. She refused to become like those other wives who's husbands got killed somehow, sad, lonely and completely dependant on others. If it was to painful to stay, and she couldn't and didn't want to regain her place in the family, she was just going to leave.

She took a can of coke from her bag and held it to her forehead. Thinking about her husband was painful, increasing the pain of a growing headache. She was relieved to see the sign that read "Bakersfield" and couldn't wait to check into a motel for the night.

Later that night she lay on the covers of her motel bed, staring at the beige ceiling trying to ignore a buzzing fly. Charming was close. Her brother was close. If she was honest to herself she had to admit she was terrified. Terrified of starting over, of having to prove herself all over again. It had taken so damn long to establish her place in her late husbands world, a world dominated by men. And yet here was, once again about to enter a world like that.

"Fuck it" she said, its going to be good to have a change in my life, to be away from the bad memories and start over. She put out her cigarette and turned on her side, trying to catch some sleep.

Thanks for reading! Its very early in the story, and next chapter she will meet her Happy of course, and you will get to know more about her past!

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