A Daughter of Anarchy
The Men of Mayhem leave chaos in their wake. A chaos that washes over the women in their lives, sisters, wives… and daughters.
This is a story about Bobby's daughter who is getting out of prison and trying to find her place. Bobby wants to reconnect with his girl and be family again, but there is another Son who wants to do some reconnecting of his own.
Disclaimer and authors note: I don't own Sons of Anarchy, but I am inspired by it, mad respect to Kurt Sutter! My original characters are my own as are my story lines, please don't copy them.
So without further ado here is the beginning of my story…
CHAPTER 1 – A Breath of Free Air
"Cassandra Evan Munson" a raspy tight voice barked out. Cassie walked forward in shortened steps, impeded by the shackles round her ankles that made a jingle sound as she moved. She stepped up to the officer in front of her and extended her cuffed wrists. The officer carefully unlocked the cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Cassie held still, not moving a muscle, feeling the eyes of every officer in tiny room on her, just waiting for her to make a move, but she wouldn't dare. Today she was getting out of jail. Today was the first day in her adult life that she would see freedom, so she waited patiently for the officer to finish, waited for the door to buzz and open, then was signaled to walk through and she did just that, a few more steps closer to freedom.
"One wallet, one visa card ending in 7749, 60 dollars in 1 dollar bills, and one chap stick tube, you have no personal clothing so you are issued one pair of scrubs and one pair of slippers, these are your release papers, please read them and sign here," said the squat older woman behind the desk in the same raspy tight monotone voice she had heard a few minutes ago, her wrinkled finger pointing toward the line on the last page of the papers. Cassie took a few moments to review the documents and then signed her name. She looked up at the officer in front of her, name tag read Jensen, who peered at her through old style black rimmed cat eye glasses and the officer slid her belongings forward on the counter, Cassie picked up the tiny bundle and began to walk away, "Miss Munson," Cassie turned to make eye contact with the woman, a surge of panic racking her body as she her the older lady finish her sentence, "good luck." She finished and turned up one aide of her mouth almost smiling. Cassie nodded, in response, a thankful look on her face.
Cassie stood in front of the mirror looking at her reflection, long brown curly hair hung down to her elbows, she noted that was starting to get crow's feet and scrunched her mouth to the side in irritation. her skin was paler than she had realized before, and the yellow scrubs were two sizes too large and covered up her shape. She wasn't sure what she was expecting to see on close inspection, maybe she thought upon her release she would look different, mostly she though she just looked haggard, which she realized was a shame since she was only 27, She tossed the hideous orange jumpsuit into the laundry bin and took a deep breath and then out she went.
She stood out in the bright sunlight, squinting her eyes against it, looking around the parking lot for anyone, but the only cars were parked in the employee area.
"This is bullshit," she muttered while shaking her head.
By the time Cassie reached Charming it was hours later and the sun was starting to go down, she was grateful that the heat might fade soon. She had sweat dripping off every part of her body, soaked through her top in the armpits and the chest, her hair was pasted to her head with sweat and her feet and legs were killing her from the long walk in prison issue slippers. She saw it, the garage with the sign that read Teller Morrow. It looked almost the same as the last time she had seen it more than ten years ago only a bit dilapidated now.
She pulled open the heavy front door to the club house and cool air conditioned air hit her face and she was delighted. Cassie felt the pangs of nervousness swirling in her belly almost making her vomit, that and she thought she might have heat stroke.
"Can I help you?" a cautious male voice came from the bar and then he approached her blocking her from coming any further into the clubhouse. The man looked at her questioningly and a bit of disgust in his face, she knew she looked horrifying and probably smelled worse. He noted the sweat she wiped off her upper lip, the scrubs dirty almost to the knee, the slippers, and her face looked sunburned to hell. Cassie looked at the man in front of her, brown skin, wide short black Mohawk; her eyes lingered on the black kutte he wore over a white tee shirt. She figured he was about her age maybe a couple years older. Then finally she spoke,
"Um, is Bobby Munson around?" she rasped out a bit weakly, upon hearing her voice she wonder if might faint.
"No he's not, do you need help?" the man cocked his head to the side, he looked like he was ready to catch her if she went down.
"Piney Winston?" she said, a bit stronger this time, her eyes searching the room
"No, do you need to sit down? You don't actually look well," he kept his dark eyes fixed on her, waiting.
"Jax? Jax Teller?" she asked, in one last vein attempt to get what she came for.
"No, do you want me to call someone for you?"
Just then a water bottle was thrust into her face; the bottle was sweating like it just came out of an ice box and looked amazing. Her eyes traced the hand holding the bottle up a tanned arm, an arm that was well muscled and heavily tattooed, to a grey tee shirt with a black leather kutte on top, and then she saw his face, she knew it instantly. She suddenly thought she really was going to vomit and pass out at the same time. Shaved head and day old stubble trimmed his dark features and deep brown eyes. She looked at the thick perfect lips she had so often fanaticized about in her younger years, her eyes connected with his and she thought she saw a glint of recognition pass over his face. Why the hell was Happy in Charming? Then she started seeing spots and dropped immediately to her hands and knees.
"Juice, call 911," Happy roared with his deep gravelly voice.
"Jesus, no, I'm ok!" she said sharply, the last thing Cassie wanted was to go to a hospital.
"Really? Because you look like shit," Happy snapped out
"It's true, you do," Juice added, genuine concern in his face.
"Oh god," she sighed as she planted her butt and leaned up against the wall, feeling Happy stare at her she closed her eyes, "I'm ok, really"
"Here," she popped her eyes open to find the water bottle now open being thrust in her face.
"Thanks," she grabbed the bottle with a shaky hand and took a long sip of its contents; the icy water slid down her throat and settled in her stomach. She suddenly felt stupid, crouched on the ground, a sweaty disgusting mess, with two Sons staring at her with pity and uncertainty in their eyes. They towered over her making her feel claustrophobic, "well, sorry to drop in like this, thanks for the water," she pushed herself up on to weary legs and turned for the door.
"Where ya goin'," Juice asked intrusively
"Is the Capri Motel still there?" she asked and smiled weakly,
"Yeah, but I don't think you should go there, that place is seedy…" Juice replied winding up to tell her the down low on all the motels and hotels in a 10 mile radius.
"I'm fully aware of what kind of place it is," she interrupted trying to be as polite as possible.
"Can I tell Bobby who dropped by?" he inquired
"it's no big deal I'm sure we'll catch up later" she shook her head, in truth she felt stupid for going there and thinking he would just be sitting there waiting for her.
The two spoke for a moment more. Through this exchange Happy was staring at her. He noted her sticky sunburned face, something about it familiar to him; maybe she looked like someone he used to know. The way she licked her dry lips and sucked them into her mouth, the curve of her lips, he observed the scar on the left side of her mouth across her lips causing the outline of her lips not to meet, who ever had stitched that up had done a shitty job.
"Hap can drop you off," Juice stated, the mention of his name brought him out of his concentration and his head snapped over to his brother,
"What?" then his mind caught up with conversation, "Right, wouldn't look good if you ended up road kill," Happy met her gaze, dark and consuming, and Cassie felt trapped in it. Happy broke eye contact and walked over to the door and pulled it open easily gesturing for her to follow.
Cassie was choking on all the memories that were flooding back to her, most she expected but Happy she didn't. Did he recognize her? No, he wouldn't remember her, no way, it was so long ago, and she was just there to entertain him, he couldn't remember could he? Why was he staring at her so hard?
Cassie hoped up into the passenger side of the white van and Happy pulled out of the lot. She ran her hand over her face feeling the sweat that had dried and left salt granules, she cringed. The two were silent as he cruised smoothly a few blocks down to the motel and parked in front. She pulled her wallet out of her pocket and opened it,
"look I don't have much but," she started but he cut her off by raising his hand to motion stop, "thanks a lot that's real human of ya," she said with a smile as she swept her hair over her right shoulder exposing the small Star of David tattooed behind her left ear. Happy immediately caught it, his eyes widened with shock.
"Lisa?" he choked out in surprise.
Sonofbitch… he fuckin remembers I guess she thought,
"My names not Lisa," she said dryly as her smile faded
"of course it's not, stage name, but… Shugga's a few years back, you used to be blonde?" he inquired he voice, low and husky, trying to catch her gaze.
"You're mistaken. Thanks for the ride," her eyes snapped to his and she said it firmly before she jumped out of the van slamming the door behind her. He watched her walk inside, the scrubs far too large for her small frame.
"Bullshit I'm mistaken," he mumbled to himself resolutely and his thoughts wandered back in time.
"hey gorgeous!" the short platinum blonde squealed out, "can I get you a drink?" she beamed at him bight green eyes, straight white smile, she was wearing an black lace bra that he could see through and little black lace booty shorts that matched. She wore black platform stilettos that gave her an extra 6 inches. He smirked at her, his eyes raking over body and he licked his bottom lip,
"Hey Lisa," he dragged her name out, "I've got one but why don't get one for yourself," he held out some cash to her. She grabbed and then blew him a kiss and winked before wandering off to the bar. She returned a few moments later, drink in hand, and he motioned for her to sit on his lap and she happily obliged. Her large perky breasts right next to his face, she pulled her hair over her right shoulder.
"When my shot of tequila comes I'm gonna lick my salt of you, right here," he said into her ear low and ruff sending a shiver down her body, as he ran his finger over the star tattooed behind her left ear. She grinned at him,
"Happy it's been too long since you've been in here! So you can do whatever you want," she purred seductively, he grinned at her showing his dimples
"You gonna dance for me later?" he asked her snaking his arm around her waist pulling her body closer into his
"You bet your fine ass!" he chuckled when she said it, just then his shot arrived.
He pulled her close, his callused finger tickling her neck, his tongue was hot like fire when it brushed against her sensitive skin, then flicked some salt on the wet spot and went in again, this time he lingered, licking and sucking every grain of salt off her skin before he pulled away and threw down his shot. She had to keep herself from moaning at the sensation of his mouth on her neck. She knew he was paying for her time but she would have done it for free.
"mmmm," he growled in her ear, sending another shiver through her, "you always smell like coconut," he brushed his lips against her ear before taking a swig of his beer. Even in that smoky dank strip club, she always smelled fresh, like coconut and the beach. He loved that. He knew he was paying for her time, and he knew he could get a girl for free, but for some reason he liked to think she would have done it for free, and that is wouldn't have been just because he was a Son, he liked to think sometimes, that something in her liked something in him besides his kutte and his wallet…
The sound of his phone beeping brought him back to reality, he quickly read the text and sped off back to the club house.
It was hours before Juice and Happy heard the rumble of bikes pulling into the parking lot. Moments later Bobby, Jax and Tig entered the club house and gathered around the bar.
"Everything went smooth with the 9ers," Jax said before grabbing a beer. Happy nodded sharply.
"So what the next move?" Juice interjected
"Donno yet, Clays gonna try to straighten some shit with the Mayans and then hopefully things will calm down around here," Jax responded when plunked down on a bar stool.
"Amen brother," Bobby tinked his beer against Jax's
"Hey Bobby, there was some girl in here earlier lookin for you, bout 5'4" brown curly hair, prison scrubs," Juice spouted before he forgot, Bobby froze, his face drooping and a look guilt setting on his face. Jax and Tig glanced at each other and the looked at Bobby,
"Was she getting out today man?" Jax said after Bobby had remained silent, Bobby's sad eyes rose to meet the younger man,
"Her lawyer called me last week and told me it was today, I was hung over when he called, and with all the 9er Mayan shit going down… I completely forgot," Bobby trailed off
"Bobby!" Tig shouted and the two erupted into an argument and Jax dropped his head, Happy sat back and watched the exchange but he was getting a funny feeling in his gut about this girl, his Lisa.
"Am I missing something?" Juice turned to Jax
"Bobby's oldest daughter Cassie apparently got out of the slammer today, she's been in for about 10 years man," Jax responded and shook his head, his words hitting Happy like a ton of bricks, "alright shut up!" Jax boomed and the men arguing next to him stopped, "Juice did she say where she might go? We need to find her,"
All eyes on Juice.
"Yeah, Happy dropped her off at the Capri a couple hours ago," he stated simply but firm, and then all eyes turned to Bobby.
"I'll see you guys," Bobby said before walking out of the club.
AN: Please review me! you know you want to!