Still The Killers Baby Girl

Summary: This is the continuation of the 'Killers Baby Girl' story, it's set after 'Killers not-so Baby Girl' and starts at the beginning of the TV show. Although due to some of the changes I'd made using events form the show earlier on It won't follow the complete Tv show timeline.

The main changes in the plot are: Tara never left Jax after high school and they married at 18, now with two kids Abel and Thomas. Donna, Ellie and Kenny were in a bad car crash and died years before this story is set. Half-Sack is a fully patched member with Cherry as an old Lady. and the new prospect is an OC but not that important to the plot.

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Chapter 1

Bramty was out riding with Dad, passing through San Joaquin from going down to see Abuela in Bakersfield. Abuela had insisted on Bramty celebrating her 20th birthday with just the three of them. It had been about a week since her homecoming and Bramty was settling back into Charming just fine.

It was really nice seeing Abuela again though - and not just on a screen this time.

Though they had FaceTimed every single day when they'd been travelling. Bramty had sent constant pictures to her Abuela of shit she knew the woman would like seeing.

Including a few sneaky photos of Dad.

Dad was currently in the gas station while Bramty sat on his bike waiting. A loud explosion off in the distance caught her attention. Behind the mountain was a flash of fire and then lots of smoke.

"Shit!"

Clay had Tig ride with them the day before yesterday, up to the gun warehouse since it was on their way to Abuela's house. The three of them had stopped in at the warehouse that Bramty remembered being located right behind those mountains that are now smoking.

Bramty ran into the gas station sure that nothing else could have caused an explosion in the middle of nowhere aside form their gun warehouse.

"Dad, you need to look at this" she said and he was out the door following quickly after her, only to stop and curse loudly when she pointed it out to him.

"Call Clay" Dad told her and Bramty pulled out her phone getting on the bike behind him before he took off in the direction of the warehouse.

Bramty held on a little tighter as she spoke to Clay on the phone, having to yell for the President to be able to hear her over the bike engine.

It took an hour for the fire crew to put out the flames and a little while longer for the rest of SAMCRO to get there.

The scene was too hot for the police to go through, which meant they had a chance to go through the everything first. Thankfully the cop on guard was a friend.

Clay dismounted his bike giving her and Dad a nod before he approached the officer, "What the hell happened?" Clay demanded

The officer sighed, "Propane tanks caught fire. Ammo was in there. The place just blew"

"Shit" everyone nodded in agreement.

"There were people here" Bramty announced frowning and gaining the attention of the others. They all turned to her - confused by the statement.

"What?" Clay asked

Bramty scrunched up her nose in disgust, "You smell that shit?" a few of the guys sniffed the air and shrugged. "Well that's burnt flesh boys"

"How the fuck-" Clay started

"You don't wanna know that Pres" Dad sighed. Bramty flashed them all a sly grin and shrugged her shoulders with a small chuckle.

They really didn't want to know.

Though she had only smelt it once before, burnt flesh wasn't a smell she'd likely forget. And this shit smells down right nasty.

Opie stepped forward nodding his agreement, "I'm not gonna ask how you can tell the difference... but Bramty isn't wrong" he announced a few guys eyes widened as they stared at her, looking very much like they wanted to know yet really didn't, at the same time.

The officer cleared his throat, "The fire dicks say that it was arson. Saw a lot of boot prints"

"Cowboy boots?" Tig echoed and the officer nodded in confirmation.

They all knew that meant this was the work of Mayans.

Ever since Bramty graduated high school and had been allowed to help out more and more with club business, she had known that a war with the Mayans was where they were heading if things didn't change soon.

Her Normad travels had given her the chance to see a real MC war - something she had only previously heard stories about. Brutal things with more bloodshed than she had realised.

While going from Charter to Charter she had learnt a lot and seen a lot. A war wasn't something they wanted here in Charming. Going Normad with Dad had given her experience in an MC war and Bramty sure as shit didn't want to see that happen here in her home town.

But the experiences and information she had picked up through it all, was invaluable.

It was some of that experience coming into play once again with her newly found knowledge of fires.

"What's the exposure?" Jax sighed

"Officially - me and the fire department. The fire captain can be convinced to rethink his report. Unofficially - this blast was seen in two counties; location is dead"

"Jesus Christ" Bobby sighed and they all nodded in agreement.

"The M4s?" Half-Sack asked

"Gone, as are most of the Glocks" the officer answered and Clay grunted loudly, kicking some shattered glass on the floor in frustration.

Jax walked off with Chibs to talk to the officer, probably about getting the fire captain on board with an official cover up.

Last thing they needed was to be on ATF's radar, cause that's exactly what explosions get you.

Bramty nudged Opie's shoulder and they wondered through the wreckage in search of the burning flesh smell. They both held their hands over their noses when they found a metal hatch in the ground. "Dad, Clay!" Bramty yelled and the men all walked over to them.

"We found it" Opie shook his head and Bobby opened the hatch with his gloves on. The doors clattered to the ground revealing two burnt women's bodies.

"Goddamn. Fried and refried" Clay hissed and Bramty snorted at the inappropriate and insensitive comment that she happened to find amusing.

"They're illegals. Part of our assembly crew" Tig spoke up, "You think they still got DNA In em?" he asked looking between her and Opie, who both nodded.

"Yeah Tiggy. They didn't die from the flame, they probably died from the smoke and then the flames just burnt them up a little-" Bramty stopped talking when everyone's eyes widened and she gave another innocent shrug. "What? You asked and I answered" she raised her hands.

"That's fucking messed up" Jax frowned, shaking his head in disgust.

"Yeah, well, after the smoke clears, get rid of the bodies" Clay cut off his VP, turning to Tig and the cop while the rest of them took their leave heading back to the bikes.

"Think I freaked the VP out?" Bramty turned to Dad who smirked and nodded.

He always thought the shit she said was funny, especially when it made everyone else uncomfortable.

If she were a man nobody would have questioned her knowledge - especially since it's mostly common sense shit - but being a 20 year old female, even nowadays, it made people uncomfortable that she knew shit like this.

Despite the fact that this type of knowledge was the norm in the life they live.

It was fucking annoying and so instead of getting mad at it, Bramty had learned to find amusement in the reactions of those around her.

"VP looked like he was gonna be sick" Dad smirked widely and threw an arm over her shoulder as she chuckled. Neither her or Dad minded Jax, but she knew Dad didn't like Jax much in the VP seat.

Bramty tended to agree with him on that.

VP isn't the seat for Jax and neither is President unless he's going to be willing to put morals aside and do what needs to be done. However, now Jax seems to be a little too soft for a regular patch and doing the dirty work.

Nothing she can do about it anyway, Bramty reminded herself.

"Can we stop in at the diner on our way home Daddy?" Bramty asked sweetly and Dad nodded in agreement as they got back on his bike.

Jax looked over at her from his bike and frowned, "How are you able to eat after that?" the VP asked still looking sick to his stomach.

Bramty rolled her eyes, "Cause I ain't a pussy"

Happy smiled when Bramty tucked herself under his arm as they walked back into the clubhouse. He was glad she didn't ditch her old man like most kids would have after high school.

She's a good kid and she was made for the outlaw life, just like him.

"Can you work on my new ink?" Bramty looked up at him and Happy nodded. He'd known since Bramty was little that she'd be obsessed with tattoo's once he let her get her first and he wasn't disappointed.

"Sure baby girl... you want that new design or a touch up?" he asked because last time they spoke about tattoo's a few days ago, Bramty had still been designing her next one for him to ink.

Bramty was just like him that way - a perfectionist, had to design it herself until it was perfect.

"New one. It's in my room... wanna look at it? I'm real happy with it Daddy" Bramty smiled and he nodded heading up to his own room next to hers to grab his kit.

Once they got it all set up Happy let her sit down on the chair in the back room of the clubhouse. Bramty handed him the design to look at.

It was a fucking large piece, the biggest one so far but she was right; it looked fucking great.

"You sure? Ribs will hurt" Happy reminded her, though he knew he didn't have to cause Bramty wouldn't have asked if she wasn't sure about it.

Bramty rolled her eyes but nodded anyway.

"I remember when you did my first tattoo" Bramty smiled at him as he started placing the outline on her side after disinfecting and shaving the skin.

Happy nodded and laughed remembering that day as well.

It was her 16th birthday and just like she had been not-so-subtly, reminding him for years, he was gonna give her a real tattoo. Happy had insisted on going for something small to get her used to it and Bramty had agreed. Although he'd been shocked when she asked for Lowman to be inked across her forearm.

Happy looked up at the inside of Bramty's forearm seeing 23 of the same smiley faces he had on his stomach, down her arm from the inside of her elbow to her wrist.

The yellow smiley faces were done in a straight line with their last name in cursive vertically against the row of smiley faces.

As probably fucked up as it was, he was damn proud of his daughter!

"Knew you'd be hooked once you got the first tattoo... hell I knew it before that too" Happy smirked and started up his machine, the familiar buzzing noise filling the back room of the clubhouse.

As much as he loved his brothers and knew they loved Bramty, he didn't particularly need them seeing her with her shirt off. After all, she is still his baby girl, no matter how old she gets.

Bramty laughed, "Yeah. I remember since you guys all had a bet on how long it would take me to ask for another"

Happy laughed at that. They had all bet on how long it would take for her to want her next tattoo. Chibs had won because he had said it would take a month. Happy had put his money on a little longer because he figured Bramty would want to design her own.

And she had.

He remembered the tattoo that she had ended up getting when she was 17, after her scars and burns had healed. It covers most of her right thigh. It was good too. Bramty had designed the tattoo to look like an illusion of a skull - the red rose and leaves on one side forming the skull and jaw and the half butterfly wing on the other making the eye... it was some of his best ink.

The tattoo he'd done on her as his 19th birthday gift to Bramty is a simple snake weaved in and around a rose. It was a simple design on the underside on her upper arm.

He wasn't sure why she chose to put the design there, but since she seemed to like it a lot he wasn't worried. Happy knew she had a plan for other tattoo ideas she was designing.

The next tattoo Bramty had gotten done was one she never actually explained to him. Apparently it had something to do with a conversation Bramty had overheard Gemma and Juice having.

All Bramty had said was she had been inspired by it.

The tattoo was a old-school gothic key with roses that started off black on the outer edges and faded to pale pink in the rose centre. The Spanish words, 'Yo soy el guardián. Conozco cada verdad detrás de cada mentira dentro de cada secreto. Conocimiento que llevaré a mi tumba.' were written in black cursive.

"I am the gatekeeper. I know every truth behind every lie, inside every secret. Knowledge I'll take to my grave" Bramty translated when she caught him looking at the tattoo on her calf again.

Happy smirked, "You ever gonna tell me what that's about?" he asked but he knew his daughter, and he knew she wasn't going to say a word.

Bramty chuckled, "It's not some deep dark secret, Daddy. It's just something I heard Gemma and Juice saying about me one time. They called me the gatekeeper" she sighed and that was the only type of explanation she'd given anyone so far about the ink.

Happy quirked a brow thinking over the phrase, it fit Bramty well.

Bramty is the Gemma 2.0, new and improved. If someone had a personal problem they went to Bramty. Hell even Gemma went to Bramty with her problems.

Happy had never had a problem with Gemma, in fact he was thankful she had been there to help him with Bramty over the years... but it didn't mean he trusted the woman. Gemma always had a less than honest ulterior motive when helping someone, the woman liked the power it gave her and he was relieved that Bramty wasn't like that too.

Bramty had full disclosure on club business with him since she was 6 years old and now she was included in most club business anyway.

Meaning she could help the guys with shit better than Gemma ever could have.

"It fits" he rasped with a firm nod.

Bramty chuckled and rolled her eyes, "I've heard the comments and the small remarks for years but I don't know. I mean, I'm not saying I don't think I'm a big part of this club along with everyone else, but I just don't really know if people realise that all I do is not buy the bullshit they feed me... I'm not gonna cure cancer or shit"

Happy snorted, "You don't see it, but it's still true" he admitted with a small smile as he paused to look up at his daughter. "Seen it for years. This club was still family but people were burning both ends to make things work and everything was dark and serious all the time... you walked in here, your whole life should have been dark and serious, but you always bounce back. You forced us all to do the same"

Bramty didn't respond and Happy hadn't expected her to either; his words were emotional enough for the both of them.

He knew his words were the truth though. He hoped Bramty would see it too.

Judging by the fact Bramty felt the need to ink it on her skin - she does.

Whether she admits it to herself or not, but the words stuck with her enough to make her ink them on her skin permanently.

Returning to casual conversation Happy chatted away with his daughter for the 5 hours it took to finally finish this new tattoo. Bramty watched him the entire time as they talked and joked around.

The pain didn't even bother her at all.

"We're done, baby girl" he smiled and watched as Bramty stood up letting him hold out the mirror so she could get a better look at it.

On the left side of her ribs was a roaring lion with a royal crown on its head. Sharp teeth bared and blazing green eyes just like her own emerald green eyes. The lion had blood around it's mouth that was also staining it's main. It was nice ink and Happy liked it.

Happy kissed Bramty's forehead getting her to sit down again, "Let me wrap this shit"

"Love you, Daddy"

"Yeah, yeah, love you too baby girl" he smirked shaking his head at her while he wiped the skin clean and fixed it all up for her knowing she already knew how to take care of it.

As a little girl Bramty had watched him do other peoples tattoo's with nothing less than awe on her face as she took in every single detail of the tattoo process.

Bramty's tattoos may never just be simple small ones, but they were always good in the end.

Happy liked the tattoo's even more because she always made sure he was the one tattooing her.

She's still his baby girl!

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Bakersfield.

Bramty smirked at her new friend as the officer unlocked the cell and let them go. They'd been arrested outside a bar for being drunk but since they didn't do anything wrong - well, correction, they hadn't been caught doing anything wrong - they were free of any charges and simply allowed to go home like it never happened.

"So? last night was fucking fun! I haven't had that much fun in a while!" Layla grinned from ear to ear and Bramty nodded in agreement.

They had met at a bar last night and since they were both alone, they started talking and got along great.

"Dios! I was bored out of my fucking mind for the past week! Chica we have to stay friends! I'm not even joking. If I don't have someone as wild as me I might just pull all my hair out"

Layla nodded, "Here's my number. Let's meet at the bar again tonight!"

Bramty took Layla's phone number and gave her new friend her own number in return.

The dark skinned girl wasn't as crazy as Bramty is, but she handled her alcohol well and kept up all night. Bramty took that as a good sign of possible friendship.

"I'm gonna text my people - I need breakfast, my shout?" Bramty offered shooting the guys she was babysitting a text to say she'd be back soon and that she was still alive - not that they actually asked or cared for that matter.

"Sure" Layla nodded and they started walking down the street to the little café near the station, both of them in serious need of coffee.

Bramty knew she had to be careful in this neighbourhood since it wasn't the safest, but she was confident that she could hold her own.

She wasn't going to advertise the fact she was with the Sons by asking one of them to follow her around. Clay needed a place to store the guns and Bakersfield was close enough to Charming to work.

The guns were currently being stored at her Abuela's house with 2 Normad's watching over them and 3 prospects there to do god knows what.

Dad was back in Charming and she was here to keep her Abuela company and make sure these bikers don't trash the place without him here.

But fuck it was boring!

Abuela was talking the ears off the prospects and sleeping most of the time since her treatment took a lot out of the woman towards the ends of the day. The two Normad's mostly drank, ate and watched TV leaving Bramty's options of entertainment; the 3 prospects who keep hitting on her or finding something outside of the house.

Finding something to do away from the house won.

Once they sat down Bramty smiled at Layla and sipped her coffee as they ate breakfast muffins. "What's it like living around here?"

Layla shrugged, "Eh. It sucks big time"

Bramty laughed and nodded

Layla continued, "It's all one big boys club around here. There's so many small time gangs that it's hard to make friends. The girls related to the groups can only socialise amongst them and even then there aren't many girls our age around here... they go off to collage and they get out of town"

That was something Bramty understood, in Charming Thomas and Abel are the only club kids now and neither of them had associated with the club growing up. Which meant she had pretty much been on her own as a kid.

It was the same now too, everyone her age in town is off to collage and those who aren't don't like associating with anyone in SAMCRO anyway.

Not that she minded too much, but it was hard to hang with people her age and just have a girlfriend to party with like she and Layla had last night.

That reminded Bramty that she needed to let the girls in Oakland know she's back for good.

"I get that. There's a lot of clubs and groups around Cali... it's like that for me too" Bramty nodded and finished eating her muffin, "But I like hanging out with you - we're gonna have fun"

Layla smirked, "If we don't I'll be disappointed"

"I need to get laid" Bramty announced and Layla laughed loudly, "We finding guys tonight?"

"Yeah" Layla nodded eagerly, "Only thing is - I can't take 'em back to my place and it ain't safe to go to there's"

Bramty smirked, "The bar we were at yesterday. It's a neutral one right? Like it isn't owned by any of the clubs around here?" Layla nodded in confirmation waiting to hear the plan. "Well, I am deeming you my best friend and best friends play look-out for each other"

"Look out?" Layla echoed confused

"Yeah, You find a guy you wanna fuck and I'll guard the bathroom door for you" Bramty smirked.

It was something she had done in high school all those years ago under the bleachers with her friends. One of them was fucking someone and the others made sure nobody else saw what was happening.

"That's so high school, but I love it"

"Look out under the bleachers?" Bramty smirked at Layla who blushed a little, "I see you boo"

Layla just rolled her eyes and they walked out of the café chatting casually before they headed in opposite directions to go home.

"Hey bitch!"

Bramty turned around hearing that familiar voice and smiled at her friend Layla.

Layla had fucking neon pink hair and dark skin that was showing off a nice cursive 'family is everything' over her left boob. Her dress was a simple black one that clung to her curves and her heels were studded gold.

"Look at you" Bramty grinned approvingly at Layla who blushed a little as the girl took a seat on the stool next to the one Bramty was sitting on.

Layla may blush now, but as soon as she got a few drinks in her she'd be rubbing up on the nearest man like a bitch in heat.

"pft" Layla waved a hand in her direction, "Says miss sex on legs, you Latina goddess you"

"Wow" Bramty smirked, "If you call me that from now on, I'll love you forever" they both laughed but Bramty smiled at the compliment.

Bramty was dressed in the heeled boots that she usually wore, a tight white camisole top that really didn't cover much at all. Tucking her barely-there-top into a black mini skirt that only just covered her ass.

"Let's get some drinks" Layla turned to the bartender who set up 3 shots each for them, but Bramty gave him a pointed look and he made it 6 each.

"I need to get drunk" she announced and that was exactly what they did.

An hour later Bramty was pressed up against Layla dancing in the bar/club place that they had moved their party to.

"LET'S TAKE PICTURES" Layla cheered and Bramty laughed both of them pulling out their phones and taking some selfies with each other.

"This has to go on my Instagram!" Layla smiled brightly at the photo on the screen. Bramty nodded in agreement pulling her friend to a small table to they could sit down.

The picture was of Bramty with her arms wrapped around Layla's waist and smiling at the camera as they both laughed. The party in the background was just dark enough in contrast to them, so that they didn't get lost with the figures behind them.

It really was a great picture!

"Tag me" Bramty said giving Layla her Instagram to Tag her in the picture.

Layla nodded smiling wider at the picture of them that some guy had taken where they were doing shots at the bar together.

Bramty posted it to her own Instagram tagging Layla in the picture.

Juice being the clubs youngest and most technologically advanced member had set her up with an Instagram account when she was 15. Dad, right along with the other members, didn't really understand what any of it meant so they didn't bother trying.

Juice had hacked the account setting up software so he could track anyone and everyone who looked at her page.

The clubs intelligence officer had made sure Bramty's account was seriously secured.

Plus her permanent phone had been installed with security codes and shit to protect her from hackers or wires from the cops.

Although any club shit was exchanged using her burner phone only.

Pictures she posted were scrubbed of their digital footprints automatically before uploading. Making it impossible to track her location of GEO-Tag the image to her phone.

Noting would bring backlash into the club, of that Juice had made sure.

"Let's dance!" Bramty said grinning

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