Disclaimer: I do not own any Sons of Anarchy characters, but I do, however, own Samantha and Arthur.

Chapter One

The sun was high, casting an eerie glow through the closed blinds of my fathers gun shop. It was almost six o'clock, past our closing time on Sundays. I was wiping down the class cases that lined the room, almost finished with my job before I could go home.

The sound of numerous engines could be heard outside, but I disregarded it as only a group of old timers passing by on their way home. In our town of Oakland, there were plenty of bikers coming and going, none ever really sticking around long enough to make an impression.

I had just finished the last piece of glass when I heard the bell on the shop door jingle, signaling me of an intruder.

"Sorry, but we're closed." I simply called out, hoping they would leave without a problem. The bell didn't jingle again, so I knew they were still inside. With an annoyed sigh I stood up and looked to see who had decide to bother me when I was having a peaceful time.

There were maybe about 8 of them, all wearing leather cuts with reapers stitched to the back. Most wore sunglasses to hide their faces, and I got a wary feeling in the pit of my stomach.

"Where's your father darlin'?" A guy with longer blonde hair asked as he looked me over. "We need to see him." I crossed my arms over my chest, giving him a skeptical look.

"Whatever business you have with my father, you can talk to me about it." I said, but was immediately cut off when I felt a soft hand on my shoulder. I turned to see my dad, his eyes serious and full of caution. I dropped my arms back to my sides, looking at him with a soft smile.

"Honey," He spoke to me, his voice soft. "Why don't you show the guys around the shop, tell 'em about some of the inventory." He gave me a 'do as I say for now' look, and I sighed before nodding my head. He smiled, kissed my forehead, and then beckoned a man from the group to come with him to the back of the store.

Once the two were behind the long curtain separating the shop form the storage room, I leaned against the glass case with a silent huff. Something wasn't right here.

"You guys can look around." I told them, gesturing to the vast shop. "Whatever you want to look at, go ahead. I'm sure you've seen most of this stuff anyways." With that I walked over to the cash register, sitting in the worn stool behind it. I pulled out my phone and checked the time. It was six fifteen, past when I was going to clock out for the day. But I wasn't about to leave my dad here by himself, and sat quietly as the guys slowly began to disperse around the room.

"Don't break anything, please." I had to say when I saw one guy forcefully grab a brand new pistol that had a silencer connected to it for display. The guy turned to look at me, his eyes a deep brown.

"I was trying to take it apart; take a look at the craftsmanship." He explained, and I outstretched my hand for the gun. Either I would do it or he would break the damn thing trying. He walked over and put the object in my hand gently.

With a twist of my wrist the silencer came off, and I took the actual gun apart with one hand. I handed it back to the guy silently, his eyes wide in surprise. I bent down to get a stack of papers I had initially was going to start on tomorrow morning, but felt better occupying myself then just standing there.

"You seem pretty handy with a gun sweetheart." The guy said, still not having moved from his spot in front of the cash register. "Where'd you learn it?"

"I grew up around guns; it's not as hard it seems if you've been doing it since you were five." I said coolly, not looking up as I began checking numbers and writing in amounts for the checks received in the past couple of weeks.

"Pretty awesome," He commented, and I didn't reply. "I'm Juice, by the way. What's your name?"

"Samantha,"

"Nice name," I nodded my head, not knowing how to respond to his compliment. No one had said my name was "nice" before. It was pretty original: no need to call it "nice." I clicked the computer screen beside me to pull up the payment screen, but found it not wanting to cooperate with me. I tried again, still with the same result.

"Stupid damn computer…" I mumbled, clicking yet again and still coming up with an empty desktop. Juice leaned over the counter to look at the computer screen, and I backed up slightly at the closeness.

"You're computer's pretty old," He told me. "Do you use software protection?" I shook my head, not knowing what software protection even looked like.

"You probably have a virus; I could attempt to fix it if you don't mind it?" He asked, and I found myself agreeing to the idea with a small nod of my head. I was about to unlock the small door that led behind the counter, but Juice simply jumped over the counter, making me wince as he slapped his hand over the glass. He came to stand beside me, gently moving my hands off the keyboard as he began typing away.

He had a concentrated expression on his face, his eyes focused entirely on the screen as he brought up what looked to be a virus scan. He clicked a few buttons, and the screen suddenly went blank. My heart almost flat lined; he had lost all the shop's information. But it was only when the screen popped right back up that I let out a breath I hadn't known I'd been holding.

"It should work now," He said, and clicked on the payment tab. I almost jumped for joy, and turned to him with a small smile.

"Thanks Juice," I said, and he just smiled in return. This time I let him out through the door, not wanting to re-clean the glass for a second time. I grabbed the gun he earlier had, attaching all the parts back together and sticking it back on the wall. "You're pretty good with computers."

"I guess you could say I'm the technical one in the group." He said with a flirtatious smile, and I found myself smiling back in the same manner. It was only when I heard a cough that I turned to see my dad and the other man emerging from the back room.

"It was good doin' business with you Clay." My dad said as he shook hands with the man. "I'll make sure everything goes smoothly on my end."

"Same goes for our end Arthur, I'll see you in a few days." He responded, and then motioned for all the guys to head out. I looked as everyone placed the objects they were holding back in their original spots, giving me curt nods as the exited the shop.

"Well, I guess I'll see you around." Juice said as he gave me a smile, and I smiled back. He turned to leave, looking over his shoulder at me one last time before walking out the door.

I heard the roar of engines, and saw through the window the guys driving away on their motorcycles. I looked at my dad and gave him a 'what was that' look. He simply shook his head, telling me I didn't need to know. I just gave a nod, going back to the cash register and sitting down.

'I guess I'll see you around…' I replayed his words in my head silently. When would that be?

Well that's chapter one, hope you like it so far. Haha, comments are loved!