Killers not-so baby girl

Summary: A sequel to 'Killers baby girl', this is a collection of one-shots throughout the years of Bramty growing up within the club. Set before season 1 has started but I have included some of the details like Donna's death and the birth of Abel and Thomas early on. This version Donna, Kenny and Ellie die in a car crash. Tara never left town and she is the mother of Abel and Thomas who are similar age to Bramty. Clay is also more of a family man then in the TV series.

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Chapter 32

Bramty - Age 17

Marcus couldn't help but smile as he quietly pulled out his phone and started recording the young couple.

Happy Lowman had told Bramty that if she really wanted to accept Angel's necklace that she could, as long as she stayed out of Mayan business. The girl had accepted those conditions easily and Marcus had never seen her this happy about something.

Bramty Lowman had quickly become a huge part of all their lives within the first few minutes of meeting her and she hadn't left yet. She certainly wasn't just any regular girl. Marcus had watched her for just over 3 years as she grew up with him and his brothers children; a barely 17 year old girl respected and feared in the MC world.

It was a first for them.

Marcus had no doubt that this young woman was going to change MC life as they know it to be now. No woman had been accepted into business among the organised groups in California... matter of fact; he hadn't heard of it happening anywhere else either. Bramty was going to change that. He was sure of it.

While Angel was desperate to have Bramty as his la esposa - Marcus knew, despite her fathers wishes, she'd be involved in one of the clubs businesses. It was coming at a perfect time as well. Whether she knew it or not, Bramty was the reason that the thin truce between Sons of Anarchy and the Mayan's had stayed in tact over the years. But now there was a slow flow of communication between the MC's that had the potential to lead to a partnership or at the very least a stronger truce.

Even if that didn't happen, Marcus would of still welcomed Bramty into their family 'officially' with open arms. Girl was like a daughter to him and a few of the other guys too.

That was the whole reason Marcus was standing here in the park smiling like a proud fool with Chico, Bishop and Gordo. The almost nervous smile on Bramty's face had their grins widening. Marcus stood near his bike watching as Bramty prepared herself to tell Angel that they could go have that la esposa party at the clubhouse now.

"Angel!" Bramty called out as she jumped off her motorcycle, almost dropping her helmet in her haste.

He had sent Angel to come and collect the money from the corn dog vender earlier today as an excuse to have a conversation with Bramty about her fathers conditions.

Angel looked up at hearing his name, a bright lopsided smile gracing the young man's face as soon as he spotted su amor. Bramty made her way over to a grinning Angel, with a smile to match.

The sound of screeching tires alerted everyone in the park to a dark purple van hurtling towards them. The van's doors were thrown open and shots rang out before anyone knew what was happening.

Usually Marcus would have pulled his gun, but the sight in front of him had him frozen in place.

He watched in almost slow motion as shots started ringing out through the park. Bramty pulled her gun at the same time Angel did, the only difference was Angel dropped before he could get off a shot of his own.

His heart sank as he watched Bramty run over towards Angel, dropping to her knees, gathering the bleeding boy into her arms. All colour from her face had drained and sobs from her small body were heard over the commotion.

When Chico clapped him on the shoulder a worried look on his SAA's face he snapped out of it. "Pres?! You okay?!"

Marcus sighed, "I'm fine. They're not" he nodded in the direction of Bramty and Angel. Chico, Bishop and Gordo froze before cursing and they all ran over to see what had happened and how bad it was.

From look he had seen on Bramty's face Marcus already knew the answer.

If Angel was alright Bramty would have moved heaven and earth to start patching the boy up already. Bramty wasn't the type of person to freeze up when her loved ones were in danger.

"Bramty!?" Bishop yelled

"Padre nuestro, que estás en el cielo. Santificado sea tu nombre. Venga tu reino. Hágase tu voluntad en la tierra como en el cielo. Danos hoy nuestro pan de cada día. Perdona nuestras ofensas, como también nosotros perdonamos a los que nos ofenden. No nos dejes caer en tentación y líbranos del mal. Amén." they heard her whisper as they got closer and it broke Marcus' heart further.

"Dios!" Chico sighed as they got close enough to see Angel had three bullet wounds to the chest and it didn't look like he was breathing anymore. It should have been pretty much instant which was the only sliver of good in this horrible situation.

"No, dios no" Bramty cried clutching onto Angel tighter now that she had finished the prayer that she didn't believe in. It had always been Angel who was the one big on faith. It must have been hard for her to recite that, though she did it to comfort Angel in his last few seconds.

"Bramty" Bishop whispered attentively trying to get her to let go of Angel's now, dead, body. She was covered in his blood. The blood was on her shirt, her hands, her face and in her hair. That couldn't be a healthy thing for her to see once she's calm enough to start processing what had happened.

"No!" Bramty only held Angel tighter

"I'll call Clay" Marcus spoke softly to Chico and Bishop who nodded in agreement since Gordo was already on the phone to the guys back at the clubhouse.

He stepped away and dialled the number he had saved for Clay Morrow, "Clay" he sighed when the man answered.

"Alvarez? What can I do for you?" Clay drew out

"We need you to send Happy... it's Bramty... she's fine physically pero she won't let go of him" he didn't really know how to explain the scene unfolding in front of him. "Bramty's going to need her father right now" Clay was quick to agree and after exchanging a few more details they were going to have all of SAMCRO as company soon.

Marcus stood back watching as his crew arrived and looked on as Bramty's gut wrenching sobs were heard throughout the park.

Since they owned the policia they had bought themselves enough time to get Bramty out of here before the po-po would have to show up. That couldn't happen until the Sons got here.

They had all seen her cry once before but even that hadn't been as bad as it was right now. None of them could blame her as they each started mourning and processing a brothers death. They had loved Angel like family but none of them had loved the boy as deeply as Bramty had.

After all, she was seconds away from telling him she was officially Angels mujer.

When the roar of motorcycles approached nobody really moved other than to make sure it was the Sons and not somebody else. He quickly met the Sons halfway through the park, "She won't let go. We have the police on their way as soon as we get her out of here... It's bad" he warned them.

Clay nodded but Happy was pushing past them all and over towards his daughter, the fathers step only faltering slightly when he realised exactly what had happened. Angel had been killed. Happy sunk to his knees and tried unwrapping his daughter from Angel but the raven haired girl wasn't having any of it.

"I didn't tell him yet! He didn't know!" She sobbed

A collective sigh was heard amongst the group of men, who no matter how cold they were, Bramty had found a place in each of their hearts. There wasn't one man here who wasn't feeling for the girl right now. Despite their own loss they knew it was worse for her than it was for them.

"I know, baby girl, I know" Happy soothed smoothing hair away from Bramty's face. "You have to let go"

"I can't Daddy... I can't" she protested

Happy eased one of her hands off of Angel's chest. "You have to... we're going to get you checked out. Make sure your not hurt, baby girl. You have to let go. Let me help you"

"No, no" she shook her head refusing to remove the death grip she had on Angel. "No soy yo quien necesita ayuda ... ¡Está muerto! ¿Por qué?" she sobbed (I'm not the one who needs help... He's dead! Why?)

Happy sighed and pulled Bramty to his chest, he let her cry in his kutte while he worked on prying her fingers away. "Bramty, baby girl, help me out here?" Happy said quietly.

Marcus sighed watching the scene play out as his heart broke further for the young woman. She had been in his life for about three years now and Marcus had never seen anything but strength and resilience from her. Bramty had been through so much, seen and done more than most grown men and she had struggled to truly love someone. Angel had managed to break those walls and now he's dead.

This would break her heart for a little while but Marcus had faith that she would only get stronger for it. Although that didn't change the fact she needed to grieve. It would get worse before it got better. That didn't mean it was any easier to deal with though.

Marcus took a step forward crouching down in front of Bramty, "cariño, les haremos pagar por esto. Pero Ángel necesita descansar. Él no querría que te rompieras por su muerte" he let his hand softly rub up and down hers in support and comfort. (my darling, we're going to make them pay for this. But Angel needs to be put to rest. He wouldn't want you to break because of his death)

Bramty's sobs stopped and she lifted her head to look up at him, her eyes met his and Marcus was taken aback to see her face go from swimming with emotions to nothing. Stone Cold. He wouldn't lie, it sent shivers down his spine seeing the look of a killer on a young girls face. It certainly didn't kelp that she was covered in Angel's blood.

There was a collective intake of breath from the group of bikers, SAMCRO and Mayan alike as Bramty stood up.

Bramty flicked her hand to the side watching as the blood drops flew off her hand. It was a disturbing sight to see. Her black hair was stained in the drying blood, as were her clothes. She looked wild and ruthless.

"Quiero entrar" Bramty said looking Marcus dead in the eyes.

He wanted to say no, he wanted to tell her that she should go mourn Angel instead of seeking revenge. However, the look in her eyes was a familiar one to him. He knew it because it was the same need for vengeance that he and his men got; it was the same look mirrored in all of the men's eyes as they found out their brother had been killed.

"Okay" he breathed out with a firm nod

"What's happening?" Clay stepped forward looking between them all confused.

Marcus sighed, "She wants blood" he told the Sons President who didn't look all that surprised by the answer. "We'll let her help once we have the people... the kills are hers" Clay sighed and nodded before shaking Marcus's hand.

"Thanks for looking out for her" Clay said casting a worried look over towards Bramty who was standing beside her father with a cold dead look in her eyes. There were no more tears, only pure rage and hatred left.

They were both emotions Marcus had seen people loose control over, but Bramty looked eerily like her father as they stood side by side. The rage in Happy Lowman's eyes was the only indication he even felt any type of emotion considering his stoic demeanour and Bramty was mirroring it.

Only it looked more intimidating on the young woman than it did Happy, believe it or not.

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-o0o-

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Bramty held in a sigh as Tig refused to leave her side, he was her permanent shadow for the day. Thankfully Marcus and the Mayan's had done a quick vote to allow Tig into the Mayan clubhouse with her as long as he stayed out of the way.

They were all out finding answers and none of them wanted her to be alone; it had been an easy decision on their part. No matter how much she insisted she was perfectly fine, numb to anything but rage.

Bramty didn't know if that was a good thing or not but at the moment it was protecting her from the pain and she she embraced the calmness with open arms.

"Where are you goin?" Tig asked but went ignored as she walked up the stairs to the dorm rooms. This clubhouse was set out very much like the SAMCRO one. Tig sighed but followed.

She pulled the key out of her pocket and unlocked the door to her dorm room, the one she had still been staying at for the past month despite the fact the Oregon fuckers had gone home. Bramty had been spending afternoons at the Sons clubhouse but she had come back here to spend the nights with Angel.

Bramty sat down on the bed staring at the ceiling while Tig looked around the bedroom. She had told him that she was staying with Angel for a little while longer but she didn't really know if he had put two and two together, about that meaning she was staying here.

He never asked for clarification and she never offered it.

"You've been living here" Tig rasped out, it was a statement rather than a question but she nodded regardless. He sighed and sat on the bed next to her, "You really did love this boy"

"I did" she nodded feeling her heart clench with pain at the past tense they were using to talk about Angel.

Though she was rather proud of herself for keeping any and all emotion in check. Nobody would see her as weak again. Nobody would see her vulnerable or hurting again, she wouldn't allow it.

A knock on the door had Tig getting up to go see who it was while she refused to move. When the door opened and it revealed Felipe which had Bramty sitting up slowly. She knew that right now she was numb to any other emotion but the burning hot rage, but she felt a pang of sadness again as she looked up at Felipe.

"Mi querida hija" Felipe sighed and walked further into the room sitting on the bed beside her and pulling her into a hug. Bramty responded though it was slightly forced. Tig quirked an eyebrow when their eyes met but she gave him a small smile hoping to ease his worry.

"I'm alright, Felipe" Bramty kissed the man's cheek before pulling away from the embrace.

Felipe nodded, "I know you're strong, you'll be fine. His mother is making the funeral preparations for tomorrow"

"That was quick" Bramty commented, more thoughtful than anything else.

Felipe nodded with a sad look in his eyes, "It's what happens when so many people die in this life" He rested a comforting hand on hers. "Bramty, I don't want you to shut down because of this. You'll be okay, but you'll also move on"

She opened her mouth to protest but he waved a dismissive hand at her and she shut up.

"You will move on, Bramty. Like everyone does eventually and I don't want you to stop yourself because you think it's wrong. You're loyal to a fault but you can't be loyal to a dead man" he stated firmly

"I'm going to kill them all" she stood up to look at him, her voice was cold but it communicated just how serious she was about this. "Every last person who had anything to do with his death. I'm going to kill them all and then, only then, will I consider anything to do with moving on. My loyalty is with Angel... they're going to pay for his pain in blood, and a fuck ton of it at that"

"I'm right there with you on that, Bramty" Felipe nodded and she relaxed a little, sitting back down on the bed. "The guys are all out looking for leads on this. They'll pay in blood. Pero that doesn't change the fact you need to be ready to mourn and let go after"

"I should shower" she stated when she noticed that he had pulled his hand away from hers with blood on it.

Bramty stood and went to the mirror on the dresser, seeing someone she didn't recognise looking back at her. She looked crazy. Like she was dead on the inside and she didn't know how she felt about that.

"You right?" Tig asked coming up behind her

Bramty looked up at him in the mirror and gave a firm nod, this was who she was. Bramty Lowman was dangerous and she had always known that. It wouldn't change now. In fact after this she was sure others would know it too.

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Bramty sighed as she held Marcus's hand letting the man lead her to the front row of the funeral reserved for family. Dad was sitting there waiting on the end of the row a few seats down from where Diana was trying to comfort Maracella. Ezekiel sat holding Emily's hand while sitting next to Esai, tears in his eyes that he was struggling to blink back.

"Hola my hija" Diana said and kissed her forehead as she walked past and took her seat next to her father.

Bramty offered Dad a small smile when his questioning eyes fell on her. Marcus and the rest of the Mayan crew had located the men responsible for Angel's death and brought them to a warehouse.

"Alright. You might want to wait out here, we're going to get information from them-" Bishop started but she cut him off.

"I want to help" Bramty told him firmly, if it had been anyone other than Angel she would have backed off and let them handle the situation just happy that she got to kill them.

This was different though.

Bishop looked like he wasn't sure but Bramty gave him a chilling smile and he sighed leading her into the warehouse.

She stood next to a surprised Benzo and Chico watching and silently fuming as Bishop tortured the information from the men. It was brutal and ruthless and they deserved every second of it. The things Bishop was doing were down right sick but she didn't even blink.

"A-Alright!" one of the men yelled, "I-I-I I'll tell you! Just please S-Stop!"

Bishop stopped and stepped back waiting expectantly for the fucker to give up the reason why they had pulled off the hit in the first place. "Speak!" all four men that were tied up jumped at the bark.

"We decided on doing the hit b-because of the a-a-alliance" The fucker admitted coughing up blood as he spoke. His friends who had been relatively unharmed as of yet all winced. "Mayan's and Sons had a truce but it was a shaky one at that"

Bramty refused to suck in the breath that she wanted to at hearing that. This was her fault? Her accepting Angel's necklace was the reason they were shot at? Suddenly it made sense as to why Marcus, Chico and Bishop hadn't been the ones to catch bullets... because they weren't just aiming for any patch; they wanted Angel.

She took in the information that started spilling from the fuckers lips with a heavy heart. It was her being accepted into both the Sons of Anarchy and the Mayan's that had their enemies and allies worried.

The two clubs joining forces had the capacity to crush anyone who stood in their way.

A daughter of a Son becoming a Mayan wife had people scared enough to kill Angel.

The only reason she was still alive and hadn't been targeted was because they felt that killing an innocent woman would cause more backlash than just a patched member.

Bishop turned to her with a sigh and held out his hand, Bramty took it and stepped forward grabbing a knife and slitting the fuckers throat, slowly. Blood splashed back on her and she wiped it off standing right at Bishops side as he moved to work over the next three guys.

There would be no easy death just because they got the answers they wanted. It was going to be a painful and long death.

Of that Bramty had made sure.

The pain they caused her could only be paid back in blood.

"Baby girl?" Dad rasped softly in her ear and took her shaky hand in his own.

Bramty frowned confused as she realised the funeral was almost over, how the fuck had that happened? She quickly realised that she had been too stuck in her head reliving the mornings events that she had missed the majority of the funeral.

Dad pulled her to his chest and Bramty snuggled closer into his side, he was the only person who could ever provide her enough comfort to ease her mind completely.

Bramty didn't leave his side until they were back at the SAMCRO clubhouse.

She grabbed a bottle of tequila on her way past the bar and followed Dad up to her dorm room.

Guess she was moving back in then.

They laid down on her bed and Bramty curled into his side once again but didn't let up on sipping the tequila. If she wanted to sleep tonight then she was going to need to drink enough to pass the fuck out.

"What happened, Baby girl?" Daddy rasped

Bramty looked up at him and as soon as their eyes locked she broke, the tears ran silently down her face and she shoulders shook. He waisted no time in pulling her closer and holding her against his chest. "It was because of me" Bramty choked out

Dad stiffened but she only continued spilling the information about how it had been a Sons and Mayan alliance that had been the cause of Angel's death.

He was dead because she had loved him.

He was dead because he was stupid enough to love her back.

Bramty's mouth was just spilling with information and details about how the men had died and by the end of her ramblings, even her fathers eyes held pain in them.

The fact that it wasn't an accident, wasn't random, but a planned and calculated attack had only hurt worse.

"Daddy I don't know what to do now... I don't know how to just move on?" Bramty choked out in a whisper. "I don't know how to feel again without all that pain flooding back" she admitted. The emotionless and cold feeling had helped but she didn't know how to turn it off without being flooded with the pain again.

Daddy looked down at her and tucked hair behind her ear, "We'll figure it out together okay? Me and You forever baby girl. It'll be okay" all she could do was nod. Bramty knew her Daddy was her rock. If he said that things would be alright eventually then she knew it was true. He was going to help her be okay again.

Once she was okay and her heart had healed Bramty was never going to let another man break down her walls. She had always been sceptical when it came to love. Seeing very few people actually able to handle and thrive in this world they live in had probably been the cause of that. After this... well she didn't think she could do that again.

The pain of loosing a person your in love with wasn't worth looking for love again just to have the same result. Maybe it would be a hit, maybe it would an accident - either way the pain unbearable and she refused to feel it again.

"Close your eyes baby girl, go to sleep" Daddy hushed her

Bramty looked up at him and tightened her arms around him, "Don't leave me?" she whispered knowing there was no way she'd be able to fall asleep if he didn't stay and hold her through the night.

He nodded, "I won't" and so she closed her eyes not taking any time at all to fall asleep after the emotional two days she had just had.

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