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I've stood in hell,
Where many had to suffer,
I stared the devil in the eyes.
Walked many roads to witness ancient idols,
And found the great gates of fire.
Had many storms question my conviction,
Gave armies reason to rise.
The hangman's searching for bones he can borrow,
While I escaped in the night,
Fight or flight.
Live again,
All roads end,
I'll be coming home.
Tend your light,
'Cause on this night,
I'll be coming home.
Coming Home -Avenged Sevenfold
For a whole week we spent trying to find the fuckers who killed our brothers, for a fucking week we came up empty handed. Ripper's info let us know that whoever killed our brothers also killed the sons; the bullets matched but didn't match the guns our guys and the sons were carrying. So some fucker out there is trying to start a war between the Reapers and the Sons. The only one I can think of is Mayan's but Bumble doesn't believe me, saying we've had peace with the Mayan's for year's blah fucking blah. We may have peace with the Mayans but the sons don't.
It sucked that we kept hitting brick walls when it came to the killers, as every fucking time we lost a brother or a sister we could instantly find out who it was, or we knew who it was, and we went and we killed them mother fuckers in retaliation. Hey just last fucking month we avenged the death of two of our sisters.
I remember the first time I asked Bumble why females were allowed to be patched in, He told me it was something to do with his Mama. Shit had gone down with his dad, his wife Bumbles Mama had ended up shooting two cops to help and then got on her husband's Harley and went guns blazing into the police station saying that she'd done what her husband was convicted of. Spent 10 years in the clink for it too, all of it for her man. After that Bumble's dad changed the rules and allowed Females to patch in, saying that they could have a man's back just as good as any man.
I'd met Bumble's Mama, lost to old age but whenever she visited you could see her throwing fond looks at our Harleys, a wistful look shining in her eyes too as if remembering the memory. Then each time she'd look at us women wearing our patches proudly and she'd smile like a cat that got the cream. All of us girls and only us girls have a special patch for Bumble's Mama, a queen bee. You could probably guess why we that were chose.
I shake my head and look over at my Kutte wistfully knowing that for god knows how long it's gonna have to sit in the bottom of a bag hiding. Hiding to keep me alive as in about half an hour I'll be getting on the back of my bike and riding to Charming to spy on the people I once called family. Fucking joy.
A knock comes to my door and I look up to see Disney leant against it, I smile and she walks in.
"You all packed sugar?"
"Yeah" I nod "I'm not taking a lot, I thought it best to shop when I'm over there less suspicions when I play the visiting card which turns into an extended visit"
"Good idea" she nods "You scared"
"Hell no" I laugh "Come on Disney I've stared grown men in the eyes as I've killed me, this should be a walk in the fucking park"
Yeah fucking right
"What bike you taking?" She asks looking up at me seriously "You can't take your main one babe it has your colours on"
"I know, I know I'm taking my old one, the one I came to Vegas on"
"That shits still running?" She laughs
"You fucking betcha it is, I keep that baby in tip top condition"
She just laughs shaking her head as I lean over and place my Kutte on.
"Where you gonna take that off?" She asks as she stands to help me sort the collar out
"I'll pull over on the side of the road about a mile out and chuck it into the bottom of my bag"
She nods and I lean over grabbing my backpack throwing it onto my back before following her out the room. I nod to the guys as we pass 'em and head outside to the bikes, my old one sitting proudly next to my Club one.
"You look after yourself baby" Disney says giving me a hug "And don't forget to check in, Charming doesn't want us rolling down there guns 'a' blazing to find ya"
"I'll check in but hey that would be fun to watch" I smirk returning to hug
"Don't start shit Chaos" Bumble chuckles as he walks over to me and also gives me a hug "And try your damned hardest to hide your back"
I nod as I know he doesn't mean my patch, he means the reaper tattoo on my back. I got it as part of a full bigger tattoo so you can't really tell it's the Hell's Reapers logo but to a MC they'd know it for what it is, my colours.
"I'll be safe" I nod "I've got my gun, my knife and not to mention my fists if shit goes down"
"That's our girl" Bumble smiles "Now don't go killing anyone, I don't want you raising suspicions with getting more birds inked on your side"
"If they try to kill me, I'm killing them" I smirk
"Fair enough, now go and check in when you get there so we know you're okay"
"I will. Love you all"
After a chorus of 'I love you too' I climb on the back of my old bike, the one me, my dad and Jax spent painstakingly long hours on and fasten my helmet before kicking it to life, smirking as its familiar growl emits in my ear once again. I wave once more before driving off through the gates and down the road that will take me out of Vegas and on my way to Charming.
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6 hours, one very numb ass later I see the 'Welcome to Charming sign' and can't help but breathe a breath of fucking relief. I hit the throttle even harder and speed past and down the all too familiar streets that will take me to Teller-Morrow auto shop and the clubhouse for the Sons of Anarchy. As I pull up to the gates and two guys, who I notice by the patches are prospects, I smile a sense of coming home filling my chest. I drive forward before stopping at the end of the guy's bikes and park next to one, who's I've got no clue.
As I take off my helmet I look around, even with it being about an hour of sunrise the place is still thriving, men working on cars some on bikes. I place my helmet on my mirror and climb off and head towards the office, knowing and hoping Gemma's inside. She is. I lean against the door jam and if sensing my presence she talks without looking up.
"Be right with ya darling" She drawls
"It's okay the family reunion can wait a while"
Her head snaps up and I see her looking all over my face before recognition settles into her eyes.
"Nicole Telford as I live and fucking breathe"
She stands up and walks towards me throwing her arms around my neck in a tight hug, one I gladly return
"Hey aunt Gemma"
"Your daddy will be so pleased your home" she says pulling back and once looking over me "God you grew up beautiful"
"I won't be so bent on my daddy being pleased. I left without telling him"
"Oh baby you have no idea the shit he's felt for the last 8 years. He missed you, you remember that even we he's bitching at you"
"I will" I nod
"Come on, their all in the clubhouse"
I follow Gemma to the clubhouse, with each step placing a mask in place hoping and fucking praying they don't sniff me out and realize who I am. I'm not the lay low kind of girl, being a Killer for the reapers has meant a lot of people know Chaos and a lot of people know I will fuck them over. All I have to hope is my name hasn't hit Charming. Yeah fat chance of that happening.
As Gemma opens the door the smell of sweaty men, stale pussy and booze hit my nose and another sense of home hits me.
"Guess who I just found" Gemma smirks to the group gathered before moving out of the way
"Nikki" My dad says clocking me first "Baby girl is that you"
"Hi daddy" I nearly whisper as he stands up and walks towards me.
As he throws his arms around me and the scent I remember and his Scottish accent swirl around me I feel like crying, so I do just that. Once again I'm like a little girl crying in my daddy's arms.
"I fucking missed you" He whispers in my ear his voice full of emotion "Don't you fucking do that to me again. I thought you were dead"
"I'm so sorry"
He pulls back and I give him a watery smile before turning to the others. I hug them all, Clay included though it takes a darn lot for me to do so. Well of them apart from one I don't know, he was taller than me, bald head and from what I could gather extremely muscular. His eyes those, those eyes were the eyes of a killer but also someone who could strip you naked with just a glance. I turn away as he raises an eyebrow a dark shiver running down my back. After very stern warnings from them all about not running off again I'm lead over to the bar and plonked in a seat, my bag taken from me and placed somewhere. A prospect hands me a beer and I smile before turning to my dad.
"Spill 'em" I sigh "I know you've got a ton of questions"
"Where did you go?" Jax asks before my dad can
"I rode for a while before I ended up in Vegas absolutely tired so I stayed there. Got a job in a garage and steered clear of all the MC's. I didn't want to get involved in any of that."
"So you've been in Vegas this whole time?" My dad asks and I nod
"Thank god you didn't piss anyone off" Clays says to my left and I turn to him raising an eyebrow inquisitively
"There's an MC out there that hates the Sons and anyone who's linked to them" Tig starts "They have a new Killer called Chaos"
"She isn't that good" A husky voice says and I look up to see it's the one I don't know.
"No offence but you are?" I ask
"Happy" Clay offers
I bite my lip to hide my laughter and instead try to gather more info, laughter can wait "Why isn't she good and how do you know it's a girl"
"I nearly caught her once when I was doing a run down there" He says his eyes staring deep into my own "Didn't get a good look at her face though. Shame as she had a killer bod"
And this shit just got a whole lot fucking weirder. Looks like I've got to change the game plan a little bit.
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