I got bored with my other Chibs story so I started a new one. This story does not fit into any of the SOA seasons, it does not follow any of the story lines but takes place in 2010.
I don't own any of the SOA characters, Enya is my character.
"Are these lads like the Sons back home Uncle Mick?" Enya asked her godfather as he turned the large truck into the Sons of Anarchy Cali chapter lot.
"Aye, bit more ruthless I guess nothing you can't handle though love. You just need to remember that Clay looks after himself and his club over everything else, his loyalty can waiver more than the lads your use to hanging around with." I pained him to have to ship his beloved goddaughter off to America, trusting her safety with the likes of SAMCRO but he had little choice.
"What's stopping them from telling me to get lost? You haven't given them any warning, what if..." she was cut off as he killed the engine and turned to her, "we don't have any choice right now. Just stick to the story yeah? I'll set you up with a phone before I head back to Ireland, prepaid, so you can ring your Ma and me without it being tracked or anything."
A group of rough looking men walked out of the building and headed over to the truck, at first she got a bit worried looking at all of them but then she saw a man from her past and a smile graced her lips before she barrelled out of the truck.
Chibs followed Clay out of the clubhouse as Mceevy pulled into the lott. "He's not alone," said Clay not very happy at the sight of a young girl in the passenger seat.
"Holy shit," yelled Chibs receiving confused looks from the other guys as he ran off to meet the girl getting out of the truck.
"Filip" Enya jumped out of the truck and into the waiting arms of the Scot.
"Jaysus Christ it's been a long time. What are you doing States side?" his expression went from happy to worry in a split second "Your Ma, she's alright yeah?"
"Aye Uncle Filip, she's grand, bit pissed at me right now mind but other than that it's okay." Enya pushed away from her sudo uncle and headed back into the truck pulling out a large duffle bag. "Mind if I sent up in Charming for awhile?" she gave Chibs a grin and he knew straight away that things in her home land were not as grand as she was making out.
"What's with the girl?" Clay asked his Irish gun supplier.
"Sorry Clay, didn't have a chance to give you a heads up. That's Enya, my goddaughter, she's in a bit of trouble back home and needed to get off the island for a bit. I didn't know where else to take her, Chibs is about the only person out of Ireland that I would trust with her."
"So what you're telling me is that you want her to be under our protection? We go back awhile Michael I get that but the Sons are not a nanny business, I can't spare my guys to look after her all the time." Clay was annoyed but this surprised visitor, he knew he was going to have to put it to a vote and he knew the guys would all vote to keep her around but he wanted to make a point that he didn't like the idea.
Enya walked over the the group of men with Chibs, his arm chucked over her shoulder. "Boys, this is Enya, I've known her since she was a wee baby in Ireland, she's like family," he took her duffle bag and chucked it to a nearby prospect, "chuck that in my room boy."
"En, this is Clay Morrow, president of Redwood Original, that's Jax his vice and these are their boys. Clay I'm not asking you to have eyes on her all day every day, just give her somewhere to stay, she knows about the guns, can assemble and disassemble faster than any of the guys I know, she won't cause trouble, you have my word and hers, right En?"
"Aye, promise," she gave her sweetest smile possible. "And, I know it's not much but I come with half dozen AKs and a few Glock nines, yours free in return for a roof over my head and protection in the unlikely even I need it."
Clay turned to look at his boys who looked at him and then to her and then to Chibs. His face said it all, having Enya around was what he wanted and so when Clay put it to a vote all hands went in the air in agreement.
"Don't call me Filip round here, I go by Chibs and only Chibs," Enya nodded at his words as he ushered her into his room shutting the door behind them.
"Aw, okay Chibs it is. I really thought Clay was going to chuck me out on my arse, do many chicks live in the club house?"
"Um, none, you would be the first. I think he would have chucked you on your arse if it wasn't for the guns you offered, damn smart move girlie." Chibs sat down on his bed and ran his hands through his hair feeling a little stressed by her presence in Charming, he knew something was wrong but he didn't want to bring up the topic, yet.
"And the fact you have blossomed into a damn fine looking girl would have helped with the guys voting for you to stay," he laughed.
"Ah I know, I'm a hottie," he laughed sitting next to him on the bed getting serious, "thanks F.. Chibs, it means a lot knowing you wanted me around."
Chibs looked at her and felt a pang of sadness remembering his old life in Belfast, "shit, you look like your Da you know that? Same dark hair, same gray eyes but your Ma, she's in your smile."
At twenty-five Enya looked twenty, her skin was flawless, she lacked her mother's red hair and freckles and inherited her father's height ability to tan. She wore her hair out and long to show off the different dark shades of brown that naturally streaked it.
"Hear from your Da much these days?" Chibs asked not looking at her, not wanting to see her face as he mention her father.
"We don't talk about him, you know that," she whispered and he regretted the question.
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