Chapter 1:
The party at the clubhouse was in full swing. As always, the music was loud and there was no lack in booze or crow eaters. Young men from town were there too, in hopes of being chosen as prospects if they keep showing up for the parties. The live of SAMCRO appealed to a lot of young men and women- for different reasons. The young girls wanted to be an Old Lady. They wanted to have a Son all to themselves.
With the party in full swing, no one really paid attention to the black van that pulled up outside the gates. It sat there for a moment, waiting for someone to notice it.
"Jax! Clay!" Juice Ortiz shouted, noticing that they were being watched.
A tall blonde walked over. He stared at the van. A few other Sons joined them, watching the van.
Whoever was in the van got what they had wanted. They'd been noticed. The back door to the van opened. The Sons were ready to draw their weapons in case someone fired the first shot. A dark figure was barely visible in the night. The figure threw something out the back of the van before it sped away into the night.
"Looks like we've got a deliver." Jax shouted, weapon still drawn as he made his way towards the bundle.
The Sons walked towards the bundle. There were slight movements from the large object. Juice was the first to step towards it, the others had their weapons raised ready to fire. Crouching down, he removed the blanket exposing whatever was underneath it. A mop of bloody red hair was exposed. Carefully, Juice turned the body over.
"Charlie?" Jax cried out, falling to his knees next to Juice. "No, no, no. Call 9-1-1. We need help!"