Hey guys! I really want to make this story for one of my favorite shows, Sons Of Anarchy :D It's for happy. If you haven't seen it, it's a REALLY great show
A bastard child, that's what he is. He's going to mess my whole life up. Maybe if my father would have kept it in his pants, none of this would be happening. What do I know? That was 28 years ago. Not my problem, right?
"Vanessa, Brandon, I think it's time to get some skeletons out of the closet.
Skeletons out of the closet, Ha, funny. More like a whole damn graveyard.
"28 years ago, I've done some things i'm not proud of, i'm so sorry."
Didn't matter, right? I wasn't born yet. Why was he sorry.
"I had an affair, an affair which a child resulted in. You have a brother."
Another brother? Isn't one enough?
"I know what you're thinking, yes, I've known about him the whole time."
Who is that man I call my father?
I could only hope you will except him, and eventually claim him as apart of this family."
Tears, that's all I remember.
"I still love you both unconditionally. Please understand."
Please, let this be a dream.
Here I am, trying to make my father proud. Standing infront of the Teller-Morrow. Breathe in, breathe out. You can do this Vanessa.
I looked down at the paper, here goes nothing.
I drove up the path towards the garage, then getting out.
"Oh damn baby, what can I do for you? Or, can I do you?"
Ew. Here's this man with black hair sticking up in all different place trying to hit on me? Please, come correct.
"I'm looking for Jean Carlos Ortiz."
"Yo, Juice. You got a visitor."
"Who?"
"Some sweetbutt. Calling you by your real name. That your girl?"
Who the fuck is he talking about.
Juice walked outside, eyeing some girl sitting at the picnic table with a water.
She had the same dark shade of hair he did, same skin color.
She turned around, yep, same eyes. He had to admit it, she looked just like him. She is hot.
"Can I help you?"
"Are you Jean Carlos Ortiz?" What's up with calling him by his old name?
"Uh, yeah? But around here, it's Juice."
Juice, what the fuck kind of name is that? What the hell is up with his hair? Mohawk and lightening bolt tattoos, Seriously? Chains, boots, leather? Obviously, my 'bother' is damn biker.
"Okay, Juice. I'm Vanessa. You probably don't know me." No shit.
"Look Vanessa, You're wasting my time. Around here, time is literally money."
"I'm sorry, I just thought you would want to know about your fathers part of the family, guess not. Goodbye."
My father..? What does she mean. I haven't seen him for about a month.
"No it's fine. What do you know about my father and his side of the family? You a family friend?"
"Uh, no. More like daughter. Ernesto Ortiz is my father, i just thought you would want to know about us.
I met him, I really met my brother. We talked for hours on end, about really nothing. I'm starting to actually like my brother, we have a lot in common.
"Juice, Church meeting in five, let's go."
Oh my hot damn, who is this? He was at least six foot two. My kind of man.
He had tattoos that showed under his large white tee, which was overlapped with his cut.
Juice told me that a cut is just another word for vest.
"Yeah, i'm coming. It was really nice to meet you, sis." We smiled at each other. Maybe i'm going to like having this brother.
"Yeah you too, call me, okay? I would really like to hang out with you. Maybe even meet the rest of the family." I looked over the guy, his eyes connecting with mine. He's dangerous, yet sexy. Nevermind, not my kind of man.
"Alright, I will."
The man was very quiet, who is he?
Who is she?
"All in favor for truce between us and the Mayans, Yay or Nay?"
Yay, obviously.
"So I just have to ask. Juice who was that sweet ass you had with earlier. You hittin' that?" Leave it to Tig try and get into everyone business if it involved a pretty face, breast, and a vagina.
"Vanessa."
"Vanessa is..?"
"My damn sister! Calm your ass."
"You hittin' your sister, that dancing in Tig territory my friend."
"Jax, I just met her. I guess my dad had a family on the side besides me and my mom. She wanted to meet me."
"Well, I'm your best friend. So hook me up man! Tigger has done the dirty with someone with that big of an ass in a while."
"No, just lay off alright?"
"Killah, what do you think? You saw her, right?"
Everyone looked at the silent man in the spotlight, Happy.
"Tig, it's his damn sister. Have some respect."
"So, you're saying if she threw that ass at you, you wouldn't beat that pussy up?"
Everyone knew the answer to that question, Of course I would.
Happy is a ladies man, in some ways more than others.
Could he attract a woman from a mile away, of course.
Could he keep a stable relationship? Of course not.
Hit It and Quit It. Hump and Dump. That's Happy and Tig.
Ain't no way they're going to change, not for any sweet butt.
"I'm home, Babe." Vanessa walked into her small apartment she shared with her current boyfriend, Antonio.
"Where have you been? And why do you smell like another man?"
Here we go.
"Antonio, you can't assume that just because I smell like another man, that i'm cheating on you. I went to see my brother."
"Liar, Brandon is out of town for a fight."
"Not him, Juice."
"Juice? Stop fucking lying to me! Brandon is your only brother."
"Actually, my dad had an affair. I told you, remember? Now I have a new brother."
Antonio was in her face now, she knew what was coming next.
SLAP. Vanessa fell to the floor, this would leave a killer bruise and she knew it.
"Why do you insist on lying to me? I've done nothing but girl you my heart and you repay me by lying and cheating!"
Vanessa was crying now, why won't he believe how much I love him?
"You don't love me anymore do you, Vanessa?"
"I do baby! I Promise."
Antonio was now crying too.
"I'm going to show you how much I love you."
He picked her up and dragged her into the bedroom.
Another weekly rape.
So, what do you think? Should i continue on? I would love too, but I want to make sure that I actually have people reading it. Also, for the people who read my other story, I'm still going to continue on, I just had this idea. So, REVIEW !