Rory's MC Life

Hi my name is Lorelai Leigh Gilmore-Teller-Winston, but most just call me Rory Winston. My name strikes not only fear but respect when it is said and the following in my story.

I was conceived by two high-society sixteen year olds on a balcony in a tequila fueled haze. My mother, Lorelai Gilmore, and my father, Christopher Hayden, were both not ready to be parents, although to give my father credit he did try to marry my mom but she refused. After my birth my mother lived at home for about a year before she couldn't take it anymore and wanted to put as much distance between them and us as she could. We ended up in California in a small town by the name of Charming, which is where my life becomes really fun.

After working her ass off for little to no money and us having to live by the skin of our teeth Lore realized it just wasn't gonna work so she decided to put me up for adoption, it was then that she met Gemma Teller a mom to two boys who really wanted a girl. After sitting down and talking to her for a while Gemma realized that she could help Lore on more than one front, so she adopted me and added Teller to my name and game Lore a job in the bar. I was five, after the adoption no one hid the truth about my parentage in fact it was openly acknowledged by all, but I was Gemma's daughter so I called her Mom and John Teller, Dad.

I wasn't but about 2 years later that my oldest brother died from a heart defect, Jax and I took it the hardest, we vowed never to see the other suffer. Our best friend Opie Winston was our go-to man and the three of us were inseparable till this day. On the day that Dad died everything stopped, Mom suffered the most that day she loved him with everything. It finally took Dad's best friend Clay Morrow to make her smile again. They married two years later, although neither Jax nor I ever called him dad.

After an attack on the mc when I was sixteen Jax and Opie became my body guards, they shielded me from most everything they could and when I got the truck of my dream on my seventeenth birthday they had outfitted it to carry my gun and other fun toys. I have had these boys at my back for my whole life and now at twenty-one there is nothing I want for. Well nothing really…