An idea from 'CoralElizabeth' : who have given me the idea and has offered to helped me along while offering ideas until it is finished. *cued with being pushed on stage with a bunch of screaming fans that throw roses* Hope all of you like it.
Stripping the Masquerade
Rated M
Romance/Family
Janelle-OC/Happy (Elisha Cuthbert)
Tara/Jax (she will not be a whiny, annoying bitch but the perfect old lady from him with Janelle teaching her)
Donna/Opie (Janelle will work her magic to get Donna to agree to Opie being apart of the club.
Wendy Bashing! Janelle is not happy at all with the risk on Abel's life and she makes that well known.
Janelle means 'God is gracious' – Yes, I looked it up. lol
Adult themes, sex, cussing, blood
Being in a masquerade is nothing new to Janelle 'Janie' Teller-Lowman. However, the beautiful masquerade mask she wears to hide her anger is thrown aside when she finds her nephew holding by a thread to life. People will find out the hard way to never piss off a hormonal pregnant woman and her family. The princess of Charming is back with a maniacal grin and scythe.
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A feminine groan came from the bed of a brightly lit dorm room of the SAMCRO charter in Tacoma, Washington as a pair of electrifying baby blue orbs blinked open only to be covered by her few-shades- lighter-than-olive-skintoned hand. Fingers that were not her own and were a few shades darker because of mexican blood tightened on the curve of her one uninked hip before softening and dipping down to press on the soft flesh of her flat-for-now stomach. A smile curved itself on her red tinted lips that were bruised from their activities the night before as she turned on her other side and locked her happy, star struck eyes with his own dark brown ones. His eyes slowly trailed down Janelle's body from her flawless sunkissed skin that contrasted well with her honey blond hair that had streaks of icy blond to her bare almost D sized chest to the stomach that their child was growing inside of her to finally one of her hips that showed off the crow he put on her.
It was a very detailed and realistic crow standing on a skull with a Sons of Anarchy styled 'A' scratched into the forehead with feathers of various sizes falling off of it, a heart shaped locket clutched in one of it's talons and curling down it's back was a cursive script of a name that told everyone that saw it that she was his as much as he was hers.
His fingers traced it softly with a smirk on his usual dangerous, no nonsense face.
'Happy'
She kissed him hard as she shivered at his light touches, before glancing at the alarm clock that was on the side table behind him letting him know it was only eight o'clock in the morning. "Hap, darlin'." Her irish accented voice always came out much thicker in the morning or when she was angry, "We have time to get in the shower, eat and have a cup on coffee before we have to pick up your mom. Our flight leaves in less than three hours and you know how long of a drive it is to-"
He pulled her to him to stop her from getting up herself and carried her with her legs wrapped around his waist to head to the bathroom connected to the room. A squealed 'Happy!' fell from her lips before he set her down in the bathroom with an amused heated look that made her insides turn into mush in 3.5 seconds. Damn him, she thought with amusement.
"Relax, Janie." He murmured calmly and pulled her naked body firmly against his when the water of the shower was warm enough, "Don't stress. We'll get there."
Today they were flying back to the place where she was born: Charming, California. She was going to be an aunt, she thought with a squeal that she concealed as her husband pulled her playfully into the shower. She couldn't wait to see her mother, her twin brother and her best friend Opie. It had been alittle while since she was there but she called her mother and her brother Jax often. It had been decided, Happy's idea actually, that since she was going to be pregnant and Jax was having a baby by some sweetbutt he claimed once upon a time ago only to divorce her ass soon after – that they would take Happy's mother, a woman that Janelle was happy to say that they got along famously, to charming and be apart of that Charter.
She liked the Charter that they were with now in Talcoma as well as the people here, but it wasn't exactly home. Nor was it family.
Her thought process was cut off with a loud moan that engulfed the silence of the bathroom as her 'Killah' sucked her weak spot of her neck while playing with her clit. Oh, she would have no problem relaxing if he just kept on doing -
A moan turned into a scream as he thrusted one of his huge fingers into her with a heated smirk that reflected into his eyes.
That.
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Janelle's wide beautiful eyes that always held a hint of devil in them turned to one Maria Lowman from her place of her mother's arms on the couch of the club house and smiled while shaking her head. The almost elder woman, not that Janelle would ever call the woman she loved with open arms as family that out loud, sat at one of the tables arguing with her son about whether she should or shouldn't consme alcohol and she had to hand it to Happy even though he was losing the argument as of now at least that he was putting up one hell of a fight because of the ailing health of said mother.
She sighed and shook her head before looking back at her mother who was watching her old man and his mother go at it like two lions fighting over the same gazelle. "Ma, where's -"
And her question was cut off by the sound of a motorcycle pulling into the parking lot, making both of them look at each other and walked through the club doors and into the hot California air. Janelle's eyes caught sight of a man that looked a lot like her on a 2003 harley davidson dyna super glide sport motorcycle with a black powder coated engine and a tape wrapped exhaust. Like most of the other members with dynas, the bike has the front drag fairing and fuel tank sports the reaper, fading towards the back of the tank. The man had leather fingerless gloves clutching the custom T-Bars with high risers for handlebars. Before Janelle knew what she was doing she put one knee high leather boot with a 'psychotic heel' (a love that she seemed to inherit from their mother) in front of the other to meet the man at the spot where he just parked his harley.
Like Janelle, he had baby blue eyes blond hair with a sunkissed glow on his skin, and clad in leather. Jax. She must have said his name out loud on accident because his eyes shot up from his handlebars, obviously deep in thought and she smiled crookedly at her with love in his orbs that shined with happiness. He got off quickly, not even bothering to take off his helmet as he jogged to hug her softly, mindful of her stomach. His little sister by five minutes was wearing a dark gray tanktop that just only just short enough to see her flat, toned stomach and in turn the crow on her hip with black faded in the front pants and leather heeled boots that went up to her knees. Her eyes lightly lined with eyeliner and her hair curled lightly from the heat.
He smelled exactly like she remembered he did : Grease, a musk smell of cologne that she got him when they were in their teens and the scent of the soap he used since right about the same time too, "Janie." He could say the same thing about her she still smelled like her unique scent of whispers of sweet apple and juicy strawberry with a passionate heart of Jasmine, white musk and warm sandwood.
She closed her eyes to will the tears away as she griped him to her tightly, having missed him too much. They both pulled back at their mother's half sob-half laugh even though they both knew she only would admit to one of them.
"Jane, how long will you be here this time?" Her brother asked her and it was an excited, honest question and she smiled, knowing her family didn't mind that she was mostly on the road on the back of Happy's motorcycle more than she could be seen actually in charming. She kept in touch and always was there for them, they all knew SAMCRO was going to be always apart of her life now matter what life threw at her.
"Happy and I are staying – along with his mother." The mother and daughter smothered a laugh and they remembered the argument that happened a few minutes ago, making the male twin counterpart raise an eyebrow with a smirk, silently asking if he wanted to know. "Happy and Maria are arguing about if she should or shouldn't have alcohol. As of right now, Happy's losing."
"I am not." A rough voice came from the door of the club house, making Janelle smirk and look behind her to see her husband leaning against the doorway with his arms folded and a raised eyebrow. "Hey brother."
Jax nodded respectfully at his brother-in-law and than turned his attention back to his sister and mother, "Can you please check on Wendy for me? I haven't gotten a doctor's bill in alittle over a week.."
Janelle smiled at him, supportive and excited for him, "Sure. You didn't even have to ask."
He smiled at her and she shared a look with her mother before walking back to Happy and gave him a hug to which he returned and whispered into her ear a question of if she was carrying. She walked past him to grab her purse before murmuring with a smirk that 'Now she is.' Walking to her mother's dark blue Porsche, she got in the front passanger seat and waved at only two of the most important people in her life.
It was good to be home.
On the drive to Wendy's her mother caught her up on what was new in Charming, which Janelle couldn't help but grant was nothing really new since they talked often, and when Gemma pulled up in front of a house with stuff all over the yard – Janelle knew whatever Wendy was up to wasn't going to be good. Kicking a few old newspapers that had a rubber band around them on her way to the front door, Janelle couldn't help but scrunch up her nose as she took in the mess outside the house that Jax mistakingly handed over to his junkie, pregnant ex wife. With her mother banging on the door, calling out Wendy's name, Janelle went around the house and yelled for her mother after when she saw what she caught in the window.
"Fucking druggie whore." They both mumured in the silent air around them, fuming. Janelle looked at her mother and told her to dial 911 before she yanked an air conditioner out of the window and pulled her body through it and unlocked the front door.
The red and blue lights of the ambulance were flashing as the paramedics pulled a strung out and pregnant Wendy Case from the house quickly on the stretcher and Janelle looked at her mother with a dangerous mixer of sadness and hatred and the mother with dark curly hair with blond streaks through it was thankful in that moment that that look was never directed at her. "You go get Jax, meet us at St. Thomas."
The mother only had time to nod before her irate and protective daughter stalked to the paramedics, exchanged words before she got in with them. She went to Wendy's car and didn't have to search for long before she found Wendy's empty drug plastic bag on the floor of the front seat. Trying to call her son and him not answering, she got in her car and drove as Fast as possible to the clubhouse. The look on her badass, loyal and protective daughters face was engraved in her mind as she made her way through the streets and into the club house.
She almost felt sorry for the poor doctors if they didn't answer any and all questions Janelle asked.. Almost.
She came to a halt in the middle of the parking lot only to get out and see some club members getting to their motorcycles, one besides Clay stopped and turned to her. "Were you coming back to tell me about what Janie called Happy and told both of us about?" She raised an eyebrow and nodded, while had to fight the urge to smirk since it definitely wasn't the time.
Smart girl. Wonder if she called in the ambulance..
"Shit!" It seemed to make the situation that was at first surreal more solidified for her son who was speaking in clipped tones since he saw her, angry beyond belief. "Follow us to St. Thomas!"
Gemma nodded again, firmly as got back in the car and turned the key. Her last thought before she followed them to St. Thomas was that she didn't have a single doubt that Janelle Teller-Lowman wouldn't be the queen of Charming one day.
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Okay, I would muchly appreciate it if you would review and let me know what you think... please? I am kinda nervous and I may or may not be biting my nails..
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