Charming looked the same, but there was something off, this place wasn't so serene anymore. I could feel it in the air, tension was surrounding the people walking and when they saw my big black Harley truck they looked away. What had gone down here? The last time I checked, the townsfolk loved the Sons. I had grown up outside of Charming, on the outskirts because daddy had put mom and me up in one of his houses. A whore house, but at least we had a house.

Dad had a name in the club, a name that was, in retrospect, the reason I was the way I was. Lenny "the pimp" Janowitz, was incarcerated the year I was born and even though he wasn't physically there for me he made sure that ma and me were looked after, and that we had everything I would need. But after twelve years ma bailed and a year later got herself killed in a hit gone wrong. There was no retaliation, Daddy asked if I wanted vengeance I said no, she walked out on me she didn't deserve it. Of course I hadn't honestly talked to my dad until I was about nineteen when he got his visitation rights.

Even then I couldn't always make the trip out to Stockton, but when he got real sick I made sure his lawyer got him good care. After staying with SOA's Queen for two years she agreed to let me move. But only if I moved to a state with some Sons in it. So I opted for Arizona, it was close enough to my dad and close to the club. A widowed old lady took me in, when her old man had died she stayed close to the club but never had kids so she looked after me until I got emancipated at 16. Making the next part short I moved to New York when I got accepted into a music school and of course got an apartment close to the New York charter's clubhouse.

I had made it my mission to stay on the sidelines of club business Simply because I didn't want to die. If the enemies of the Sons knew I was a First's daughter, I'd be a huge target and dad seemed to understand. He gave me as much freedom as he could and I never rebelled against the rules laid out for me. Until I met Cameron. I was 22 living in Washington when we met and 23 when we moved in together, I stopped making such an effort to check in with the club and I strayed a little further. But I kept my ear out.

They kept losing members and getting married and having Sons turn rat. I had been there for the funerals, standing in the back and only noticed by the Queen. Piney's and Opie's had been the hardest but I stood my ground, paid my respects and went back to where I was staying. The only thing I didn't go back to Charming for was the weddings, especially when Jax married a croweater, they did not need to think that they could promote up to old lady status but hell guess the bitch did, I'd also heard that he married the broad who bailed too. Boy didn't have any sense but seems Tara smartened up and stayed put.

Gemma had stayed a constant in my life, we'd talk on the phone at least once a month and she'd keep me updated with Dad's business and I'd lie to her about how great my relationship was going, I knew if she found out Cameron and me beat the shit out of each other I'd wake up to an apartment full of Sons and Cam dead. She had always asked why I kept moving from state to state and I never really told her, but I had her blessing so long as I stayed in Son states. Most of the time when I moved only one or two patched members knew who and where I was. These members were always older, loyal sons that dad trusted.

For the most part the only people who knew of me were the mother charter's older members and about six others, other than that no one knew Lenny "the Pimp" had a daughter he'd left all his money to. When I turned eighteen my dad's lawyer had informed me that I owned several strip clubs and a ranch out in the middle of the desert. I let him run things until I could personally speak with my dad. When he got visiting rights again I went to see him and he told me that he had left it all to me so I was cared for and that the club wouldn't take it over. There were three rules: give the club the help they need, stay anonymous as long as I possibly could and don't ever go to any business deal with less than three weapons on me. Until now I had kept my face off the radar of the business.

But apparently daddy wanted me to help the club with something, I wasn't sure exactly what but I was about to find out. Pulling up to the garage I slipped my sunglasses up into my hair and pulled into a parking spot. I didn't get out right away or shut off my engine which of course got me weird glaces. Teller-Morrow stood proud and red and in the office I saw the blinds move and knew Gemma or whoever was behind would be coming to investigate. I lit a cigarette and told myself I'd quit again tomorrow.

I took a deep drag and decided it was now or never. Coming home to Charming after ten years of being gone wasn't exactly how I wanted it but hell it was how it had to be. I switched off the truck, replaced my sunglasses and made my way toward the office when I heard a shout. Turning I saw Jax walking toward me wiping his hands on a grease rag.

"Charlee?" Jak turned to his mother's voice

Gemma was standing behind him with her hand blocking the sun, trying to get a better look at me.

"What the fuck happened to your face?"

I lifted my lip in a smile and flicked the butt of the cigarette "I got into a fight with an iron fist"

"Well, I hope to hell Iron man got his dick cut off"

***I own only my OG character