I do not own any of these SOA characters. This is my first fanfiction, this story has been running through my head over and over and i just had to start writing it down. Im starting to fall in love with these characters and i hope that all of you do as well. Have fun and enjoy :)! I also apologize for any misspelled words or gram, im not the best at editing.
Chapter 1
Cleo Delaney couldn't have picked a worst time to pick up her shit and ditch this low life of a so called boyfriend she has. It was long over due. She never did have very good luck when it came to men, and the prof might as well have been stamped on her face. Starring into the mirror Cleo saw the dark purple outline of Sean's last little "accident" riming around the outside of her left cheek. Needless to say no one would of expected her to have turned out any different with having the infamous Luann and Otto as her parents. To most people she was known as Charming's own little princess. Growing up being one of the only girls born into SAMCRO original nine she was always treated special. Even though at first it took the club members to come to terms that a little girl would be running around their infamous club house. From the moment that bouncing little girl full of spunk came through those doors in Otto's arms everyone couldn't help but fall in love. Having adapting Otto's tough skin and attitude, Cleo was grateful she got most of her looks from her mother. With long curly honey blond hair that went down to her ass and a nice set of tits that she was proud to say came from her mother, it would seem the only apparent trait she got from her old man was, his piercing blue eyes.
With her dad going in and out of jail most of her childhood Cleo spent most of her time with her Uncle Clay and Aunt Gemma at the age of seven, who were just to excited to embrace the little girl into their home. After all SAMCRO is family and family sticks together. Because lets face it her pornstar of a mother, Luann wasn't really the mothering type. Clay and Gemma became her parent figures for the most part. They were wonderful to her, and their son Jax who was only a few years older then her. Jax, Opie, and her were inseparable growing up. Cleo and Jax were best friends growing up. She was always there for him and he her. They were each others backbone. Even when he needed her the most through his fucked up relationship with Tara, sheen was there for him. She grew up falling in love with him. On the other hand Jax never noticed the women that Cleo was starting to grow into. It took Tara leaving him to get his head out of the clouds and back on earth to see what was in front of him this whole time. Who would of thought after two years of them sneaking around to hook up and long night motorcycle drives would of resulted in Jax and her going to the tattoo ship to get his crow tatted on her hip bone. She was only at the age of eighteen at the time, but Jax couldn't have been more happy. Officially marking his claim on her and his and his only. Gemma and Clay couldn't have been more proud when they found out, they always knew they would of eventually end up together. After all they were the Prince and Princess of Charming.
They were never good for each other though. There whole relationship was built on heavy filled lust, passion and adrenaline. There was know doubt that they both were crazy in love though. But at the tender age of eighteen Cleo was to naïve to think what the so called "Life" as Gemma would of put it really entitled. The Sons of Anarchy motorcycle club was full of booze, violence and sweet butts. Growing up around the Club Cleo always herd what happens on a run stays on a run, she just never expected to be given such harsh lession in club life. Until one night she found a blond bimbo Crow-Eater who by the looks of it must have been doped up all over her man at one of the clubs parties. Cleo was so mad that beat the shit out of the girl so bad she ended up having to get stitches in her hand. The whole ride to the ER with Jax that night was a screaming match, and which officially started their four years of on and off.
Four years of empty promise, tears and a whole lot of makeup sex. Until one night when Jax was on a run left Charming and Jax along with it. Only leaving a letter behind for him to find when he came home that night. Going off the radar Cleo went up down to L.A. to start college and finish her degree in business. There is where she met Sean. At first he was just the distraction that Cleo needed. Tall dark and no patch in sight Cleo through herself head first into her and Sean's relationship. It didn't take long for Sean to show his other side. Which is why now at the age of twenty-five Cleo finds herself debating on calling the one person who she is most likely get the less lecture from.
"Uncle Clay I need your help" she whispered into the phone.
1:15am
Clay said he would be sending Juice and her Uncle Bobby to come pick her up at this dingy hotel that her and Sean were staying at, and she couldn't be happier to escape the twisted reality that she had been living for the past three years. The stale taste of beer and cigerates hung in the room, Sean her boyfriend, well soon to be ex-boyfriend laid passed out on the bed. A cigerate still lingering in his hand. She couldn't stand the sight of him. She secretly hoped he would drop it and light himself on fire.
Looking out the through the yellow faded currents Cleo saw she the flash of motorcycle lights shining down the dirt road and hear the roar of the engines. Wasting no time Ray threw on her white converses and leather jacket. Grabbing her backpack Cleo made one last check in the bathroom to make sure she didn't leave anything behind. Walking back into the bedroom Cleo stopped dead in her tracks.
Standing against the door stood Sean belt in hand. "Your not leaving me Cleo" Sean said anger written all over his face.
Fuck, this was not good, She expected him to be passed out until at least late morning. She could hear pounding on there hotel room door, so close but yet so far away from being free of this scumbag. His eyes were blood shot, you could easily tell he had been drinking. Grabbing a fistful of her hair sean backhanded her across the face, causing blood to drip out of her mouth. she started screaming from the increase of pain on her scalp, trashing against his hold trying to break free.
"Fuck you!" she spat in his face, causing her to gain another slap along with it. She should of knew better, once he gets into one of his moods its never a good idea to keep testing him. The banging was getting louder, she wondered how many men her father sent.
"Open the fuckin door!" a voice shouted from behind the door. Her head was spinning to much she couldn't make out who it belonged to but it sounded familiar. "Their goanna kill you, you know. For what you did to me" She whispered, trying to smile at the thought of Juice and her Uncle Bobby bring pain to Sean like he inflicted on her for the past three years. She was sure she looked more like she was grimacing with all the blood she tasted in her mouth. Grabbing her by the hair he yanked her onto to the bed, crawling on top of her while pinning her down he leaned in slowly and whispered against her ear "When I'm done with you sweetheart there will be nothing left to save." Grabbing his belt he started to undo his jeans.
No her mind screamed she knew what was about to come next, she needed to flight but her body was to weak, she was slowly falling in and out of consciousness. There was a sudden slam of the door bursting open slamming against the wall. A shot ran through the room, suddenly the weight that was on top of her suddenly lifted. Looking over she saw Sean's lifeless body laying next to her on the bed, she didn't care though, why should she after how he treated her like a punching bag. The asshole deserved for more then just a quick death.
Cleo tried to sit up but she couldn't really register what was going on around her. She didn't give it much thought nor did she really care about anything at the moment the darkness was starting to take ahold, consuming her and it was just way to inviting to not give in too. Trying to stand up but failing miserably the last thing her mind registered before the darkness completely devoured her was a flash of blond hair with arms wrapping around her to support her fall and the sweet smell of leather.