Chapter: Clean Slate
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The gravel in the driveway crackle underneath the tires of the navy blue 2007 Ford F-150 FX-4. The truck came to a stop in front of a closed off carport that was set up beside a cabin ranch style home, which needed maintenance.
"This is it? This was where Grandpa used to live? It looks like shit."
"Neil!"
"Sorry, ma, but it is the truth."
Thirty-six year old single mother Anabelle Kane turned her head to stare at the passenger seat where her sixteen year old son Neil sat. He looked at her with same color pale mint green eyes as her own before he looked back at the house.
"We just have to fix it up." Anabelle said, giving him a small grin.
"Right. From one coast to another. Boston to Charming, California. Is it weird for me to say that I enjoy the New England weather more than this?"
"No, it's not." Anabelle answered as she shut off the truck, unbuckle her seatbelt and opened the driver's door.
"Well, at least we got a neighbor." Neil nodded his head in the direction of the other house.
Anabelle looked to her left where she saw a ranch style house surrounded by many oak trees. There was a carport in the back side of their home.
"Yeah, I suppose we do." Anabelle whispered, shutting the driver's door and throwing her son the Ford truck keys.
While Neil walked to the house and unlocked the front door, Anabelle walked to the trailer which was hooked up to the Ford pickup. Pulling the levers and then dropping the door to the ground, she stared at the boxes all stacked up perfectly behind her other baby—other than her son.
An all-black 2011 Harley Davidson VRSCDX Night Rod Special. She pulled the key out of her right jean pocket and stuck it into the ignition before rolling out the motorcycle.
"I can't wait to ride you year round and not worrying about random ass blizzards hitting." She whispered to the bike as she sat down on the leather seat and started it up.
She revved it a few times and then rode it down the driveway. She turned the end of the drive way and drove back down the road. She saw her son was opening up the carport, but let out a yell. Immediately, Anabelle drove a bit faster until she came to a stop, shut down the Harley and put the kickstand down.
"What!? What happen? What's the matt—"She stopped talking as she came to stand beside her son and stared at what he pointed at.
In the carport sat a 1967 Mustang GT 500 Eleanor.
"Holy shit! Ma I didn't know Grandpa had one of these."
"I thought that he had gotten rid of it." She whispered as she remembered how her father said he thought about getting rid of the Mustang as he couldn't handle the powerful muscle car anymore.
"Ma, do you know how awesome this car is?" Neil ran forwards and began to walk around the charcoal grey muscle car with wide eyes and mouth still agape.
"Yeah, I know." She whispered, shutting her eyes as she was remembering her father taking her for rides as a teenager.
This was the first car that she had ever drove and learned how to drive a stick.
"Alright. Let's check it out later, but as of now. Help me out, buddy boy with the boxes. I want to get things down before I have to go downtown Charming to start fixing up my new bakery." Anabelle patted his shoulder, turning away from the carport before moving towards their new home.
The reason behind the move was because one, her father passed away and left the house in her name, but two, Anabelle needed to leave behind her old life and start on a clean slate. To get away from bullshit and start anew.
Taking everything with her and even moving her well-known bakery to a new area which she hope would make good business like back home.
Stepping up the front porch of this new home, she paused upon hearing a sound of a loud motorcycle. She turned her head to the left to her neighbor's home, watching a black Harley Davidson Touring Street Glide drove down their driveway.
With their houses only about fifty feet spread from each other, Anabelle could see the rider was wearing a leather kutte with the words 'Sons of Anarchy' on the back. She had heard about the SAMCRO from her father years ago.
They pulled the glide into their carport and then appeared out of the port after a few minutes without their helmet on.
Quickly, Anabelle entered the house as the unknown neighbor looked into her direction, as they realized someone moved in the abandon cabin house that was empty for almost a good year now.
Walking away from his late Grandpa carport, Neil had his hands in his jean pockets and he made his way towards the steps of the front porch of the house. He looked to his left to see their new neighbor curiously eyeing over.
Neil only set a nod before going up the front porch steps and entering the cabin where Neil can hear his mother moving around the house, exploring everything.
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Charming appeared to be a quiet town, where there doesn't seem to be a lot of trouble, but then again, that could be a lie. Anabelle knew about SAMCRO running around the town. She knew shit gone down in the past years with them and other biker clubs, gangs, and the justice system. But overall, Charming was a working class town with a rural vibe to it.
Thanks to her father on keeping her up to date about the town, she knew a decent amount about what goes on. Her father left her his house and a hefty amount of money was put in Neil's and her bank savings accounts.
Entering the bakery, Anabelle rested her hands on her hips as she watched the workers she hired finish up the last touches of the display glass cases. The workers were bolting down the cases to the ground.
"Everything will be done today, Ms. Kane."
"Thank you." She replied, shaking the hands of the main contractor of the work.
Anabelle tucked her hands in her back jean pockets as she walked around the place and observed the workers finish up their work. She walked out of the ship to stand on the sidewalk, taking in the surroundings which was around her shop. There was a barber shop diagonally across the street where a cop car was parked at. Her eyes zeroed in to see a cop inside the barber shop was in the barber seat.
The sound of the front door to her shop opening drew her attention. She turned around to stare at the workers pack up their tools.
"Good day, Ms. Kane." Most of the workers said as they got into their trucks and drove off.
With the workers gone, Anabelle entered her brand new bakery.
With the bakery all completed, all she needed to get was supplies and to hire some workers for the counters and maybe two bakers.
The interior of the bakery was way more modernized compared to the center town of Charming. Most of the town was stuck between a 70s or 80s style.
The bakery had dark color wood floors, light maroon red color walls with black wainscoting around all the walls. There was a long glass case that had separation walls inside to separate certain bakery goods. There were four round tables parallel to the glass cases against the wall with chairs for any customers, who would like to sit and enjoy what they brought.
Parallel to the front door, there was a glass case cabinet where any sort of doughy items would go, such as bread, donuts and anything along those lines.
The glass casing was black in color and was connected to a counter, which held the cash register. Sterling silver overhang lights hung down and brighten up the shop. Behind the glass case on the back wall was four large signs, which would show the types of bakery goods available in the case and how much for the items.
Anabelle walked to the counter, unlocking the hatch and pushing up the small black gate. She laid it back down behind her and walked behind the long glass case to examine it more. She walked to the door, which led into the back where the bakery was located. The area where everything was to be made with fresh every day.
Once Anabelle scanned every appliance and made sure nothing was damaged, Anabelle left the bakery altogether. She made sure the lights were out, alarmed the place and locked the place up.
As she stepped onto the sidewalk, she pulled out her Harley's key out of her jean pocket and walked up to her Night Rod. She swung her left leg over the seat and sat herself down, slipping the keys into the ignition at the same time. She pulled her helmet off her handle bars and clipped the helmet into place. She pulled on her aviator sunglasses then started up the Night Rod.
A couple times she revved the Night Rod before she kicked the kickstand out from underneath the motorcycle. She balanced the motorcycle between her define legs, and she went to take off but caught sight of the cop coming out of the barber shop, eyeing her with curious eyes.
With a small nod, Anabelle took off out of the spot in front of her shop and shifted the Night Rod as she began to pick up speed. Her eyes flicker to the side mirrors to see that the cop stood near his patrol car, watching her ride away. Looking ahead of her, Anabelle pulled the clutch in and shifted the motorcycle again, exiting out of the town quickly.
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On the backroads, Anabelle open up on her Night Rod. She was cruising around any bends with swiftness and she sped up on straightaways.
It took about fifteen minutes to return back to her home, where she notice the truck was not in the driveway. She figure Neil was still in school, and she allowed him to have the truck since she had the Night Rod and her father's Mustang.
Anabelle slowed up as she entered the gravel driveway and rode the Night Rod into the carport. She turned the Night Rod around to park the motorcycle beside the Mustang. Shutting off the motorcycle, Anabelle got off and took her helmet off. She set the helmet on the handlebars and pushed her sunglasses up on top of her head.
As she exited the carport, she tugged a rope on the side of the carport where a thin tarp type door came down and hid away the vehicles within the carport. She walked along the stone walkway to the front porch, but came to a halt as she took in the house.
"Definitely need to go to the hardware store and start clean this shit up." Anabelle muttered than resume her way up the front porch steps to unlock the front door.
Before Anabelle entered the house, she took a glance to her left. She had been doing this action since the move to Charming. She was curious about the neighbor. There were a few times she would caught sight of her SAMCRO neighbor pull into their driveway with either a Harley Glide or a Dyna. Her neighbor appeared to ride the Dyna the most as of late. Her bedroom windows faced into the direction of his home, which she would be a creep and eye him from afar.
Anabelle entered her home, and made the decision to make bakery goods for her neighbor and introduce herself. She reminded herself that when she left Boston, she would start on a clean slate. Therefore, she would be a good neighbor and go introduce herself to him.
With the plan in mind, Anabelle immediately got to work on the various baked goods for her SAMCRO neighbor.
As she baked, Anabelle thought about her neighbor and how she would spy on him from her bedroom window. From afar, Anabelle caught some of his appearance and made the assumption the man was in his late forties. He was tall, mixture of dark brown and grey hair that was swept back, and he had a perfectly trimmed goatee.
The next few hours, the kitchen smelled of fresh baked goods. She packed the fresh, warm various baked goods into a container. With the baked goods taking up most of the time, Anabelle started dinner before Neil would arrive home. A simple pasta dinner with breaded chicken on the side with red sauce.
Once the stove was off, dinner was done, Anabelle grabbed the container full of baked goods. She took in a deep inhale and let out a loud exhale.
"You got this Ana. Just go over there, introduce yourself and hand him the container." Anabelle told herself.
Anabelle walked out of the kitchen and exit out of the front door, where she caught sight of her neighbor pulling into his driveway and parking his bike in front of his own carport. She walked with determine strides, forcing herself to be brave and try to act normal.
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The sound of footsteps made SAMCRO President, Filip "Chibs" Telford to turn his head to catch sight of his new neighbor coming in his direction.
For the past weeks, Chibs was trying to make adjustment to his new role as the President of the Sons of Anarchy Redwood Original. Lately, he found himself doing a lot of paperwork to keep the somewhat rebuiltTeller-Morrow Automotive Garage up and running. With the profits coming in from the porn industries, protection of shipments, loan sharking, being part owners of small places, and also, receiving money from some businesses to have protection, Chibs was saving enough to start reestablishing the clubhouse part and fix it up.
Chibs was stressed out with everything being thrown on him. Then upon last week, he watched a new neighbor move into the late Brayden Kane house. Chibs prayed it wasn't weirdos or people who want to be friends, but he realized his prayers were answered. He watched a woman and a teenage boy move into the house. Chibs had a feeling it was Mr. Kane's daughter, since Mr. Kane told Chibs many times about having a daughter and a grandson that lived in Boston.
The late Brayden Kane was an individual that welcome Chibs with open arms. The house that Chibs lived in was a part of Kane's home. He sold it to Chibs a few years back saying he was a fellow Scot buddy. Brayden had been born in Scotland before he made his move to the states as a young lad.
The woman came closer to Chibs, making him to focus in. He stood a little straighter as he got to see this woman up close. For the past week, he found himself spying on her and the teenage boy, but most of his attention was set on her. The sight of the woman owning and riding a Harley Davidson Night Rod Special made Chibs to find it a turn on. He liked that she was a biker chick, and he liked how she looked on the motorcycle too.
As the woman came closer and slowed up her steps, Chibs took in his new neighbor. Immediately, he found her beautiful and he felt himself move a bit unsteady on his boot cladded feet. Usually, it was very rare for him to be nervous around a woman, but upon first glance of this woman, he could tell she was unlike any other women.
Dark brown hair about mid-back length, mint green eyes that stuck out against her smooth lightly and healthy tan skin from being outside a lot. She was slender, but with an athletic built to her. For a second, he gave her a look over behind his sunglasses to see muscles in certain areas of her legs and arms flex. Brayden had mentioned how his daughter was a swimmer and used to do jiujutsu during her college years.
"Hello." She said softly as she came to stand about five feet in front of him.
"Hello." Chibs nodded.
"If you haven't already noticed, which I assume you already have, but my son, Neil and I moved in next door. You probably knew my father, Brayden Kane."
"Yes, he was a great man. I am sorry that he passed."
"Thank you. I came over to introduce myself and to give you fresh bake goods." She held out the container to him.
"Really?" Chibs brown eyes widen a little as he reached out to accept the container.
"I'm opening up a new shop across from Floyd's Barber shop. It is a bakery. So, here is a taste. Also, I'm Anabelle Kane, by the way." Anabelle held her hand out to him.
Chibs adjusted the container into his left hand for him to be able to reach out with his right. They clasped hands and a firm shake was exchanged between them.
"Filip, but ya can call me Chibs. Thank ya for this." Chibs said, eyeing the container where he could feel the warmth of the baked goods through the container walls.
"You're welcome. Um, well, if you need anything I'm right next door." She said with a shy tone, tucking her hands in her jean pockets.
Chibs could not help but find it cute when she got a hint of shyness in her tone. A small smile appeared onto his lips.
"Aye, I will lassie."
"See you later, Chibs." She waved to him and began to walk away.
"See you later, Anabelle. Thanks again." Chibs said and watched her walk away, his eyes flickering up and down her body.
The way her skinny jeans hugged her behind made him to wonder what her behind would look like in leather. The thought made a mental image to come into his mind, which he shut his eyes behind his sunglasses and had to take a few steady breaths to calm himself down.
Opening his eyes back up, Chibs turned on the heels of his boots and unlocked his home. He walked inside and went straight to the kitchen where he set the container down on the kitchen island. He opened the container, pulled the top off and he breathed in the smell of the fresh baked goods. He took his sunglasses off to take in the various baked goods.
There were brownies, thick chocolate chip cookies, sugar cookies, snickerdoodle cookies, and mini red velvet cupcakes.
"Sweet Mother of Christ." He whispered as he reached in to grab a snickerdoodle and bit into it.
There was a low groan that escaped from him upon the taste of the snickerdoodle with a hint of apple in it. He continued to eat the apple snickerdoodle with delight, enjoying the flavors dancing across his tongue.
"This woman is going to make me huge if she keeps doing this." Chibs mumbled as he finished the cookie before he put the lid back onto the container.
He knew these treats were dangerous. He also knew she had her own bakery shop, which was opening up due to her informing him.
Chibs found himself wanting to get to know his new neighbor, especially if she could bake like this. Plus, her attractive appearance, personality and she was a biker chick. He definitely needed to know more about this Anabelle Kane.
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Hi Everyone,
So, I have started watching the SOA series. Therefore, I'm going to apologize now if I'm making any sort of mistakes on informational type things. I'm just going to apologize now so if something is/was wrong, just a nice hint would be great (hint the nice part).
Anyway, I found the show interesting and decided to make a story out of it, but post the show series if you will.
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