Have you ever had the hair on the back of your neck stand on edge? Sometimes it happens when there's some sort of impending doom but for me it happens when I'm being watched. But being the daughter of a First Nine, I've always been watched. Whether it be from far, or right up in my face.

The sons that knew about me always tried to keep me on their radar, and until Cameron I didn't hide from it. But when I dropped off that radar and only let them keep tabs on me when it was convenient I got used to not having to ignore the feeling of being watched.

So sitting at the bar with the entire clubhouse full of the mother's charters members put my nerves on edge. I was facing the bar, nursing a beer after a few shots and I could feel the eyes on me. Gemma had went back to the office and Jax followed her out.

Redwood Original. Being here in Charming, in the heart of SAMCRO made an ache pound right under my heart, granted I had never seen my father outside of the walls of a prison. But being here in the same place he was at my age made me miss him something fierce. I knew that a club like this could tear you apart, take all the good things outside of the Son's and destroy them.

Being a child of a member usually blowed big ones. Having to always wonder who was leaving and if they'd come home. Learning who to trust and learning to hide your hate and resentment. I had thought when I was younger that I had no chance. I was a product of an outlaw and a whore, I thought I would be no better.

Then I got the fuck out. It took some lying and secrecy but I got out of Charming, and that in itself was harder than running form the fucking CIA. I went on a scholarship to a music school and found a way to escape. But for some unknown reason I couldn't shake the feeling I was leaving behind my family, because I was. For all the faults in the Sons of Anarchy, they were my family.

Gemma taught me to cook and how to keep my spine straight. Jax and Opie had taught me to shoot and fight with the best of them and the few others taught me about who I was and how much I could overcome. Though I strayed farther and farther I knew I'd always come back. Knew I had no choice because I was a SOA daughter and that was the strongest bond I've ever known.

But being here again, even all these years later was like ripping open all my old wounds. Wounds I had stitched up with one other person's help. Though they never knew why I had to do all that healing, they coaxed me out of my shell, and taught me what it was to have peace.

"Charlee" I turned my head to Jax's voice and saw him motion to the chapel

I lifted my beer in understanding and as he walked through the doors I chugged the last of it. Leaving it behind I lifted to my feet and made the walk to the chapel. The sons sitting around were looking at me curiously, after all to most of them I'm a nobody. How I wish they were right.

Well the chapel table still stood like a weathered old woman, who'd seen too much bad and not enough good but still wouldn't give up. I let the doors close and smiled when I saw him sitting at the head of the table, one hand on the wood.

"Wow, that's a sight" I smiled "You look good there Jax"

"Well it comes with good benefits" he smirked

"Oh yeah?" I sat at a chair he gestured to, "and what's that? Booze and pussy?"

"Family"

"Ahh so serious Jax it is"

I sighed and leaned back into the chair, though I would never be stupid enough to allow myself to get comfy.

"Did he say why we needed you?" Jax asked lighting a cigarette and offering me one

"He never really tells me shit" I inhaled as I lit "He said to head back to charming and remember the rules" I shrugged "I know whatever it is, is bad enough that I'm the best option and the safest."

"unfortunately you are, we need someone to dig into something delicate"