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 36

Bramty - Age 17

Street racing is exactly what you'd think it is; a bunch of people coming together drinking and smoking, watching people race their cars on roads. It's incredibly dangerous and unfortunately illegal but fuck if it isn't the most fun she'd had in a while.

The first time she had come to a street racing event had been with Angel after he let her drive his car one time. He had said she drove like it was a race.

Plus she loved the adrenaline rush it gave her too.

And the feeling of pure freedom a Bramty felt when behind the wheel driving at neck-break speed... that was something she needed right now.

After tracking Katherine down, Daddy had gone with her to kill the bitch. All went well and the feeling of a weight lifting from her shoulders the proceeded it was like nothing she'd felt before.

It was a feeling she used street racing to replicate.

The party was in full swing and if anyone thought that SMACRO parties were crazy then they sure as shit hadn't been to a street racing party cause this shit was wild. Not unlike the club parties, people were having sex all over the place. But this place had shit on fire, tattoo's, fighting, drugs, gambling and more.

Bramty smirked at herself in the window of her car, she was wearing leather pants that looked like a second skin with the way they clung so tightly to her. She was glad she'd gone to the bathroom before she put these on cause she didn't think drunk Bramty would be able to get the off on her own. She had on a black and white checker crop top that really didn't do anything but draw attention to her already fucking large tits.

Bramty smiled deciding that she looked good tonight.

"Bramty!" Luanne slapped her ass laughing when it jiggled, "You know girl, you should really look into making a film"

Bramty simply rolled her eyes in response to the porn producer who was her wing women tonight.

"Yeah, yeah, and you must have a death wish just suggesting it" they both laughed at that knowing Daddy was likely to kill them both for even talking about her being in a porno.

"I got us drinks" Luanne smiled handing her a beer and she took it with a smile as she flicked the butt of her cigarette onto the ground. Tonight she was racing which was why she had on riding boots that matched her top instead of some nice heels.

"I should say I want to be completely sober for this, but fuck I'm all amped up and I need to relax a little" Bramty smiled eagerly popping the cap off the beer before taking a few large sips while Luanne laughed.

"You know, when you gave me money to buy you a car and pretend it was a gift- I thought you were crazy. Until you handed over a shoe box with wads of 100's in it and then I just fucking knew you were crazy... I guess I thought you were selling drugs or doing club shit or something - this though, this was not how I had thought you got all that money"

Bramty smirked nodding, she remembered asking Luanne for that favour.

This was her first race with her own car instead of having a middle man who owned the car and took a percentage of your wins. Bramty had yet to loose a race and that was probably because it was Tig who'd taught her to drive.

And Tig's only experience driving a car was acting as get away driver.

"Yeah. Well, if I had of bought myself a car as tricked out as this one it would have raised some serious eyebrows... but you've got yourself a little crazy bitch rep" Bramty smirked at Luanne who rolled her eyes fighting a smile.

"Tee? You ready girl?" both women turned seeing the race organiser. Bramty nodded stepping forward and getting into the car that she'd parked in the line up ready to race.

"Good luck! I'll be at the finish" Luanne said waving and Bramty nodded shaking out her hands to get the adrenaline pumping through her system.

This wasn't new to her, she'd been doing this for about 2 years already but none of the races had this much money as a pay out.

One of the reasons being that this race had a high chance of cops crashing the party...

Daddy and the club would throw a fit if she got picked up for street racing again because it would be her third driving offence and that would get her licence taken if she was lucky. The money was just too good to pass up though.

Bramty ignored the 6 other drivers in this race, they may have flashy cars or pimped out rides but despite her cars plain look she'd made sure it had the power to win.

A scantily dressed woman wearing only a pair of tiny shorts and 6 inch heels moved out to the middle of the road holding a flag. The countdown started. 3...2...1

Bramty let out a large slow breath letting a calm sense of confidence and familiarity take over her as the flag was waves and she was off.

Turning at each corner and accelerating as the car glided over the road Bramty took lead in the race. The red lambo beside her was the only real competition. It had speed but it didn't have the ability to turn the corners as sharp as hers.

Bramty took full advantage of that.

10,000 dollars richer Bramty was on top of the world as she tucked her money into a shoe box in the boot of her car and headed back to Luanne's place.

Both girls ready to party and celebrate.

Once they got to Luanne's, the older women held up a bottle of fancy ass wine, "We should celebrate with this stuff, it's all sweet and fruity tasting but it kicks you in the ass"

Bramty grinned

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The only reason they heard the knock on the door was cause the music in the playlist paused before the next song started. Bramty was in a dark red lace thong and matching bra while Luanne was in a black silk night gown.

They were drunk off their asses and had been blasting music for hours now, as they danced and sang around Luanne's house.

"I'll get it!" Bramty laughed looking through the peep hole seeing Bobby at the door.

Bobby stood on the other side of Luanne's door knocking loudly over the music. He was sure that she'd have the cops as company soon with how loud this shit is. When the song finally paused to switch in the playlist he knocked loudly again - he didn't have all night for this shit.

The door was flung open and Bobby was stunned when a practically naked, drunk, Bramty flew into his arms laughing. He caught her quickly and realised she was so fucking drunk that her near nakedness hadn't even registered in her head when she greeted him.

"BOBBY!" Bramty smiled when he set her down after recovering from his shock. He watched Bramty sway on her feet smiling brightly up at him. "LUANNE! BOBBY está aquí para ti, Babes"

His brows shot up in surprise. Of course known Bramty and Luanne were close, but now he was left with questions on just how close they were.

He allowed Bramty to pull him through the door and shut it behind them and he frowned when an equally naked Luanne walked out of the kitchen.

"Bobby" Luanne greeted him and he couldn't help but rake his eyes over her entire body, momentarily forgetting Bramty's entire existence. Luanne's walk over to him was painfully slow and all he wanted was to fuck her right here against the door.

Thank fucking god for the prison clause!

When Luanne reached him she ran her hand down his chest but he stopped her only now remembering Bramty's presence in the room. He looked over to see the girl was watching them and she clapped excitedly while dinking from a bottle of tequila which he knew for a fact was something she wasn't supposed to drink.

Happy had okayed beer and that was it until she was legal and only in the clubhouse or family houses. Another rule was that if she had ANY in her system she was not to drive which meant the girlie usually only drank at nights with the rest of them.

"Bobby, baby" Luanne purred and he returned his attention to her and the sexy little pout she was giving him.

What the FUCK is going on here?

He had come over as soon as club business was done for a booty call but had he known Bramty would be here at 2 am he wouldn't of shown up. Especially had he known the girl he viewed as family would be practically naked with a porn star.

"Why are you two naked?"

Both women looked at each other and giggled like they knew something he didn't and Bobby was real fuckin' sure it wouldn't be something he actually wanted to find out.

Bramty stumbled a little as she stood up abandoning her bottle as she strode over to him and Luanne who were still standing toe to toe. "Now, Bobby Munson" Bramty looked real serious as she jammed her finger into his chest, "You are going to fuck Luanne's brain's out tonight or neither of us are gonna talk to you again. Hear me? Luanne deserves a good fuck tonight"

"Yeah" Luanne nodded her agreement sliding arm around Bramty's waist.

He wanted to laugh when Bramty nodded sharply like she'd just made a decision on something and turned back to him. "Either you fuck her or I will" and with that the 17 year old strutted over to the speakers and blasted the music picking up a bottle of something her father probably wouldn't approve of her drinking and then started dancing like she was in a club or some shit.

Luanne looked up at him and smiled pressing herself against him and he couldn't find it in himself to say no.

Bobby picked her up throwing her over his shoulder and stalked towards her bedroom door, kicking it closed behind them and locking the door just in case.

"Your killing me Luanne"

Luanne just smiled and Bobby couldn't resist any longer. Happy Lowman was never going to find out about this night. It was the type of thing you take to the grave because if the killer found out... well, Bobby would be 6 feet u der before anyone could blink.

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