[Name] Morrow was the only living child to the President of the SOA located in Modesto California and his current location was the big house. He and a few of his boys were caught smuggling and ended up doing some pretty hard time.

Seems like the law hadn't had a big enough payoff this time - shame really.

That's why [Name] Morrow currently found herself in the middle of the SOA club house parking lot in Charming. She had phoned her aunt Gemma about two hours ago telling her that she needed a place now that her daddy was up in the Pen for the next at least 15 years of her life.

So much for setting the recorder straight this time round.

[Name] was left with her daddy's bike since he was put up - and boy was it a nice one. A 1993 slick black Harley Davidson with a back mount for the person riding bitch. She remembered the first time she ever road it - she was four years old and she remembered the feeling she had going up and down the countryside on the back, her feet weren't even long enough to reach the bottom so she had to wrap them around her daddy's waist to hang on.

A small smile came to her lips as she remembered - but it quickly faded.

She sighed deeply, knowing that the Brothers were all inside, their bikes parked outside told her that. She rolled her neck and kicked one leg over the bike and hung her helmet over the handlebars.

"Better now than never." she muttered to herself.

Walking across the parking lot she made her way to the door of the building and couldn't help but feel slightly nervous. It had been well over a good six years since she had seen everyone - she was twenty-three as of this year.

Pressing her lips together she blew out the air from her lungs and turned the nob of the door before walking inside. Her large steel-toed boots sounded on the floor as she walked through the front door and what voices she had heard buzzing about inside had all hushed when they seen her standing there dressed in leather and black.

Her open long sleeve HD jacket hung open and exposed her Ozzy shirt, along with the Reaper necklace that her father had given her that hung around her neck. She looked at everyone and they all seemed to look back at her. Her hands were stuffed in her jacket pocket as her eyes slowly slid over everyone in the room.

A man that had longer hair and shades on the top of his head was sitting on a couch looking at her rather shocked. A young red head boy - or what he blonde, she couldn't really tell - was looking at her as if he seen a ghost, he was standing by a pool table. Another man stood there with him, he had dark and short curly hair.

Then there was an older man who was using an oxygen tank was sitting at a table next to a slightly younger looking man whom she recognized right away.

"I'm guessing Aunt Gemma didn't inform you I was coming?" she asked, shrugging her shoulders.

The man whom she recognized only broke out into a large smile and laughed loudly as he went to stand up and approached her, holding open his arms for a hug, which she gave him.

"It's good to see you again, Doc."

"Just wish it was on better terms, Uncle Clay."

Clay pulled away from her and looked her over, not as happy looking as he was prior to the hug. She was right, it had been too long since he last seen her and she was only here now because of what happened with his brother down south. Clay sighed deeply and shook his head, his hands resting on her shoulder.

"I'm sorry about what happened with your dad. I don't know what my brother was thinking."

"He obviously wasn't - we both know that."

Clay nodded, knowing that this was a mistake that could have been easily avoided had it not been for sloppy work. Removing his arms from her shoulders and allowing them to fall to the ground and couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head.

"I'm still glad you're here. Gemma did tell me you were coming, I just wasn't expecting you this soon."

"Hey Clay, whose this?"

The man with the brown hair that was by the pool table asked as he walked up next to Clay. He was only about half a head taller than her, putting him somewhere around the six foot area - herself being about five eight.

"Tigs - this here's my niece [Name] Morrow, don't tell me you don't remember her?"

Tigs seemed rather baffled as he looked between Clay and [Name] and then his eyes landing on [Name] again with a smirk upon his lips.

"No shit? It's been a long time since I last seen you. You were a kid the last time I seen you."

"Yeah, and the last time I see you, you had your head between some Crow Eater's legs about ready to pass out over there on that bar." she said, giving her head a motion toward the bar counter round the corner.

Clay broke out laughing, along with the younger man in the back who still stood there with the pool stick in his hands. Tigs didn't seem to know what to do after such a bold comment besides looking at her rather wide eyed before breaking out in a smile himself.

"Glad to know you haven't forgotten me, either." Tigs joked, that smile plastered widely across his face.

The other man who was on the couch came walking up and stopped at her side between Tigs and herself. She turned to look at him as he looked up at him, him being around the same height as Tigs.

"This here is Chibs, you remember him?" Clay asked, wondering what type of comment she'd give next.

"Depends, was he the one motorboating two of the Crow Eater's on the couch or was that just my imagination?"

"Well, she's not wrong there. Sounds like you." Clay said as he laughed and patted [Name]'s shoulder.

"You got a lotta nerve sayin' all this not moments of walkin' in thru tha' there door."

[Name] raised a brow, she had completely forgotten all about his accent and boy was it something that sent a chill down her spine. [Name] slowly shook her head as she inhaled deeply through gritted teeth and with raised brows as she looked his way.

"Sorry man, can't help it, it's just the Morrow in me."

Chibs scoffed as he crossed his arms over his chest and took a quick look down at his boots before looking over to Tigs and then Clay.

"So, why is she her'?" Chibs asked the question they all wanted to know about.

Clay's smile faded and was replaced with his rather serious demeanor.

"Her daddy's in the PIN for getting caught smuggling guns - he's doing some hard time this time. So, she here's gonna be staying with us for the long haul, best get use to seeing her round - oh, and getting along with everyone would be wise too, Doc."

Clay said, turning toward his niece at the last bit. She just shrugged again and put that pretty innocent girl smile back in place.

"Not my fault that their last impressions were bad ones."

Oh yes, her time here was going to be a joyful one indeed.