Prologue/Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER: I own nothing of the sons that is all Kurt Sutter's doing. I do own my character Aria and any plots not relating to the show. Warning this story contains abuse, rape, sex, drugs and hot outlaws on motorcycles. This chapter contains background information as well as part if not all of chapter 1.

Aria Blake was your typical small town teenager living in Charming, California. Her mother ran off when she was 3 and left her with her alcoholic abusive father. Aria did not let that affect the way she lived; she took the beatings and went on with her life. Aria knew everything there was to know about the Sons and for her entire life was told to stay away from the men on motorcycles.

Aria was intrigued though by their lifestyle. She first met Gemma Teller when she was 16 and brought her junker car in for repairs.

*"Stupid piece of shit car! Fuck," Aria yelled as she kicked the tires of her beat up old ford, as it spluttered and died. She had barely made it into the parking lot of the Teller-Morrow garage.

"Well, honey kicking it and cursing at it is not going to make it run," a woman chuckled from behind Aria.

Aria turned around and was face to face with the Queen of SAMCRO, Gemma Teller Morrow. Aria blushed and mumbled under her breath delivering another kick to her car before looking in to the eyes of the queen.
"I know; it is just the worst day for this thing to die on me! I am Aria, Aria Blake," she said, putting her hand forward, unsure if the woman would be offended at the idea of shaking hands.

"Gemma. So what is going on with this hunk of junk anyway," Gemma replied, shaking Aria's hand before returning her gaze to the dead ford.

"Ha! Everything! I need an oil change, the radiator just blew, I am pretty sure I need four new tires, and the air conditioning does not work. Unfortunately I cannot afford all of those repairs on my waitressing job. It would be cheaper for me to save up for a new car, than to pay to get this shit fixed," Aria rambled.

"Why doesn't your parent's help you out and get you a new car? You can't be much older than 16. Hell, you look barely old enough to be driving a car, let alone cursing like a sailor," Gemma asked.

Aria looked at her feet at the mention of her parents and chose not to voice a reply, knowing that if she said one word about her father and he found out she would be in for the beating of her life. Aria knew she looked younger than she was; it was all due to being severely malnourished for most of her life. She was only 5'0 and 80 pounds dripping wet.

Gemma noticed Aria's attitude when she asked about her parents and decided not to push it, for now. She didn't know why but she liked this little girl and wanted to help her. Asking Aria to wait there she went and spoke with Clay about taking on the young one as an assistant to pay off the repairs she needed on her car. After much discussing, Clay finally agreed and told Gemma to keep Aria in line.

"Aria, I have a proposition for you," Gemma said, walking back towards Aria.

"Yea?" Aria questioned.

"We will do all the repairs on your car and you can assist me in the office to pay off the bill. I warn you though I am not easy to work with and I do not tolerate laziness. The men around here can be vulgar but they will not touch a hair on your head. If you do not work to my standards, we will keep your car until you can pay it off. How does that sound?" Gemma asked.

"That sounds great! I won't let you down, I can come after school every day and work until closing and I will work all weekend. I am a hard worker," Aria rambled on again.

"Ok, I will get the guys to start on your car today, depending on any parts that may be needed it could be a few days until its ready. You can start working with me tomorrow. Do you need a ride anywhere today?" Gemma asked as she walked towards the garage.

Aria followed Gemma and replied, "Yes ma'am. I need to get to my waitressing job and put in my resignation and work my final shift. I can walk home from the diner."

"I will get one of the guys to drop you off and take you home afterwards. What time do you get off?" Gemma asked in a tone that left no room for argument.

"3 a.m." Aria replied.

"You work that late on a school night?" Gemma asked, slightly shocked.

"I work that late every night," Aria replied, as she thought *it means less time for my father to be able to beat me*.

Gemma just nodded and walked over to garage. "Hey Chibs! Come here for a second, I have something I need you to do."

Chibs wiped his greasy hands on an even greasier rag as he walked over to Gemma. "Yea Gemma?"

"This here is Aria Blake; she is my new assistant starting tomorrow. Her car is that junker over there and is in need of a lot of repairs so she will be working here to pay it off," Gemma told Chibs.

Chibs raised his eyebrows at the idea of an outsider working in their office, but knew not to argue with Gemma. He looked this tiny girl up and down noticing her long red her and piercing emerald eyes. *She can't be any older than 16, and tiny even for a lass*, Chibs thought. "Hi there, lassie. Names Chibs," he said out loud as he stuck his dirty hand out.

Aria smiled and shook his hand, not caring that it was dirty. "Aria Blake. Your name isn't really Chibs now is it? I know that chib is the Scottish word for knife or blade." She grinned at the shocked expression on his face. Aria took in his appearance. She noticed his muscular body and his dark hair and eyes. She saw the scars on his face and was not at all bothered by them. She also noticed his dimples when his shock turned into a full blown smile.

"You know Scottish, lass," Chibs asked.

"Aye ah ken a bawherr o' th' scots leid (Yes, I know a bit of the Scottish language)" Aria replied, the grin on Chibs face getting wider. "I study languages a lot; I can pick up any language fairly quickly."

"Well aren't you full of surprises, darling," Gemma said, smirking. "Anyway Chibs I need you to give the girl a lift to the diner for her final shift as a waitress."

Chibs nodded "Ever ride on a motorcycle before, lass?"

Aria's eyes opened wide and she shook her head nervously. "No, I haven't, but I wouldn't mind giving it a try."

Chibs smiled and waved his hand for her to follow him. He handed her his spare helmet and straddled his bike. Aria eyed the machine cautiously and jumped when the bike roared to life. Chibs chuckled and winked at the now blushing girl.

"Are you going to stand there all day or are you going to get on?" Chibs asked, grinning.

"I don't know what to do," Aria admitted her blush growing a deeper shade of pink.

"Just climb on behind me and use your legs to grip my hips and wrap your arms around my waist. When I lean you lean. It is really easy I promise. Just hold on tight," Chibs said.

Aria did as he said wrapping her arms tightly around his muscled chest, scooting her body so she was flush against him, with her face buried in his back. "Hold on, lassie" She heard him shout as he pulled out of TM and headed towards the diner. Aria smiled as the wind whipped through her hair; feeling more free than she ever has in her life. The ride to the diner was short, too short in Aria's mind. She wouldn't mind spending more time on the back of Chibs' motorcycle.

"Thank you so much for the ride, Chibs," Aria said handing him his helmet back. "By the way, what is your real name?"

"Filip, lassie. My name is Filip," Chibs replied. "I'll be back to pick you up after your shift."