Friend, Family… Enemy?
Sam smiled as they cut off the anklet that had held her prisoner for the last 7 years. She knew that her first stop was back home. Her heart was breaking for her brother.
"Why are you so anxious to leave. You know the agency wants you stay." Stevens smiled at her.
"I'll tell you the same thing I told Stahl, and the Director and Lauren. Go to hell! My sister in law was murdered! My." She paused not knowing what to call Jax. "And Jax's son was kidnapped, and you bastards thought I didn't need to know?"
"All you would have done is gone running back. We had too much invested in you to let you do that." Stevens told her, blocking the doorway.
"I served my time. Get out of my way." Sam tried to move around him but he grabbed her, pushing her against the wall.
"We did you a favor pulling out of prison. I talked them into keeping you here, safe. You were able to have a life."
"Is that what you call it? I couldn't call my family, my friends. I was tracked 24 hours a day. I was never alone. You and Laura were always there, listening. So no I didn't have a life. I served my fucking ten years! I'm done. Get out of my way." Sam pushed her way past him, running down the hall.
Opie and Jax sat outside of the garage talking. "I just wish I knew exactly when she was going to be released."
"When was the last time you were able to talk to her?" Jax asked.
"Seven years ago. Everytime I call or go up there, they tell me she's in solitary, she hasn't answered her mail. I'm worried." Opie responded. "I'm going to get a drink." Jax nodded as his best friend moved away.
A brand new cobalt blue mustang pulled into the parking lot, pulling into a parking space. As Jax watched a slim redhead got out, closing the door. He knew it was her. It had to be.
Jax looked at Sam, he couldn't believe his eyes. He hadn't seen her in almost 10 years. But there was no mistaking the one of a kind tattoo circling her left wrist. Her hair was the same, dark auburn it had been since she started dying it herself, the tight tank top revealing her slim body, her long legs encased in dark wash jeans. Her leather boots gave her a couple extra inches. "Sam?" She turned to smile at him, her short hair ruffling in the wind. She crossed the distance between them, hesitating when she got to him. "Hey."
"When did you get out of Central?" Jax asked he was curious. She didn't look like a woman who had spent the last 9 years in a maximum security prison.
"We need to talk. I'm here to help get Abel back." Sam told him. She looked up hearing a sound behind them. She took off her oversized sunglasses, biting her lip as she looked at her brother. "Opie I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't know, they didn't tell me." He nodded, hugging his baby sister, picking her up off the ground in his strong arms.