Nearly a week after the incident the Sons were having a business deal going down in their garage when a black limousine turned into the lot. Inside, Amelia grabbed her bag and turned to the bald-headed driver.

"Thank you so much for driving me, Pete. I have absolutely no Idea how I would have managed without you!" she said while opening her door.

"No prob Miss Low, after what you did for me and my family I would do nearly anything for you. Getting you from the airport is nothing in comparison to what you did for my family." He smiled thankfully. "Well it was a pleasure seeing you again, Pete. And that small deed is not even worth mentioning."

Amelia got out of the car and made her way towards the little office of the shop. Her High-heeled boots clicked as she walked over the pavement. Her black cocktail dress, which was only reaching her mid-thigh clung to her body like a second skin and her thick dark hair wafted behind her in the wind.

She was dressed far too nice to be going to a mechanics shop – which hasn´t been her plan originally - but plans change. And as the school´s office called to inform her about an incident involving her son, some other kid named Bradly and a fire extinguisher, she instantly called Pete, an -you could say- `acquaintance` of hers to drive her to her Son´s school and abandoned her Job.

The only problem she had right now, and the reason for her being here in the first place, was that the school not only wanted her to come in but also the father of the little troublemaker. Something about him being from the same gender as their kid and as a role model, responsible for their Son´s actions. However, her husband was not available at that current moment, as he was also working a Job which required him to have his Cell phone switched off. Which is why Amelia couldn´t reach him over it.

That is the reason as to why Amelia was showing up at the Garage that evening, searching for him.

As Amelia walked across the lot of Teller-Morrow Automotive, towards the Garage, she instantly noticed the closed down garage doors. A strange look for the place. Normally, when she drove by, it was always open for Costumers, unless… some kind of Deal was going down in there.

It was just her luck, that they had a Job at the garage today. The one day out of 365 in a year, when she was dropping by for a visit and really didn´t have time to deal with whatever crap they were undoubtedly going to through at her.

Well, at least she didn´t have to search all over Charming for her husband.

Just as she came in reach of the Office door, somebody yelled "Hey! What are you doing!" from behind her. Amelia closed her eyes and hmphed annoyed. She was hoping the prospect wouldn´t spy her as she made her way towards the garage.

Obviously, it wasn´t her lucky day.

His voice was kind of high for a man, it sounded like his balls haven´t dropped yet. In Amelia´s opinion, the voice wasn´t manly enough to be of a Son, more like a young boy of about 19 years. And as Amelia turned around, her suspicions were confirmed.

A skinny kid, possibly in his early twenties, was jogging towards her with wide eyes obviously afraid of what would happen if she opened the door.

"Errr… Mam´ what are you doing? Are you here because of a car or something? Because the garage is closed today. Would you mind coming back tomorrow or the day after?" He was talking at a rapid pace and trying to get her to walk away from the Office and its conjoined garage.

Amelia wasn´t having any of that. She was in a rush to get to her husband and find out what happened at the school. "I am just looking for someone, would you let me pass?" She said, looking longingly at the Office door. She was 99.9% sure, that something was going down in the garage. Most likely involving the Club, something Illegal and somebody who did them wrong in one way or another.

She looked back at the Prospect, who was undoubtedly left out here to stand watch.

"Pease?"

But he remained persisted. "I am sorry Mam´ but I-" Amelia rolled her eyes. She was going to kill that kid if he didn´t step out of her way soon. She just wanted to get her meeting at the School over with. She´s never liked setting foot into a school. So, she definitely didn´t have time to stand here and argue with the pathetic excuse of a bouncer.

The Kid was still talking and anxiously trying to get Amelia to turn around, but she had enough of his babbling. She rolled her eyes, simply stepped around him and headed the rest of the way towards the Office door.

"Hey! I already told you we´re closed today and-" the kid reached for her shoulder, something that he shouldn´t have done. Because Amelia´s natural reflexes kicked in right that second and with a quick turn and kick, she had him whining on the floor, with a broken nose and some drops of blood on her brand new black heels. "Fuck" she uttered under her breath. "Not again." Quickly she pulled a tissue out of her purse, to wipe the blood away. Otherwise, she´d just leave bloody footprints all over the place. When she was satisfied with her work, she started to make her way towards the Office.

Amelia opened the door slowly and slipped into the small room. It was deserted.

Just as she was about to leave the Office in defeat, she heard a muffled "Humph" from her right and discovered that what she thought was a wall, was really a window covered by Venetian blinds.

"Humph" again that sound, followed by a variety of curse words. Amelia stepped over to the window, spread two of the blinds with her perfectly manicured fingers and peaked through.

She could see the garage, in which a group of people, wearing leather cuts with the Son´s Reaper on the back stood, surrounding two people. Another Son, one she recognized instantly and somebody else who was hanging from the ceiling.

Upside down.

For Amelia, it was crystal clear what was going on. She herself had been present far too often at interrogations like this. In all of which she took the role as the person in the middle, the Interrogator. She stood there for a second, watching her husband work.

Amelia loved watching him work.

His muscles flex under his white shirt as he put one tool down to pick up another one.

The saw.

She couldn´t help but let a smirk cover her face and he picked up the tool. It was her personal favourite.

His lips twitched as he saw the guy started to move around rapidly, trying to somehow free himself from the chains, binding him to his undoubtedly unpleasant future.

She knew exactly what he was about to do to him. They´d pulled this stunt millions of times. A quick little bit of sawing at the bastards Achilles heel and he would be singing about whatever he tried to hide.

And as she knew he would, her husband didn´t disappoint the slightest. He slowly lifted the saw up to the victim´s feet and started to saw into the guy´s heel.

The guy thrashed around even more as he did before and tried to scream, but his gag only allowed muffled sounds to come out of his mouth.

Amelia was so fascinated by the Happenings in the garage that she didn´t catch the Prospect from outside sneaking up on her and taking a swing at her from behind.

His punch wasn´t hard enough to knock her out, but it sure as hell made her furious.

With a fire in her eyes that made him take a few steps back, she turned around and took a swing herself. Her Fist hit him square in the jaw and he literally flew into the bookshelf to his right. With a loud thud it fell to the ground and he with it, instantly blocking the door to the garage.

"Shit, kid. Did you have to do that? What did I ever do to you?" Amelia instantly regretted her actions she didn´t come here to start a fight and she definitely didn´t want to explain why and how she punched the Prospect bloody. "You okay kid?"

The Prospect sat wincing on the floor with one of his hands over his face. She bowed down to take a good look at the damage she caused.

"Let me see." She slapped his hand away as he was trying to prevent her from touching him. It wasn´t half as bad as he made it out to be. Her punch barely broke his skin. "A cool pack and a few days of rest and everything will be alright again, kid. Don´t worry your pretty little face will soon look the same again. Maybe you´ll find some Lady that´ll play doctor with you, most girls like a wound or two they can fuss over." She smiled at him reassuringly "You all good, kid?" He looked at her a bit perplex. "Yeah, I´m alright … Thank you, I guess?"

Meanwhile, in the Garage, everyone looked up at the noise of the fighting and fallen bookshelf emerged through the wall.

And as Amelia stood up and started to turn around, she heard the familiar klick of the safety of a gun being disengaged and felt something cold at the base of her head.

"Slow down sweetie, we don´t want any accidents to happen do we?"

_SOA_

Hello Guys, I know it´s been a while, but I´m back! And I have finally (kind of) decided what I want to do with this story and where I want it to go. So strap in fellas, ´cause it´ll be a wild ride!

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