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 2

" 'EY everyon' we're at the table!" Chibs yelled, "Church, now... that includes yer too little lassie" the Scotsman said pointing a finger at Bramty with a smirk.

Everyone stood and walked into Church, Clay had made sure that there was always an extra seat at the table for Bramty. Even though non members were rarely allowed in Church.

Hell not even visiting members from other Charters got to sit at the table!

Bramty, however, was the exception because she was as good as any of them and she had proved her loyalty long ago.

"Okay" Clay drew out as everyone is seated looking to him in silence. "I got one more day out of Laroy, that's it though. Niners are expecting a huge heroine shipment and the carbines are for protection"

"What happens if those Mayans crash that dope party with Laroy's M4's?" Bobby wondered out loud.

Jax, always the one to point out a negative aspect for the business the club conducts states, "We lose all the Niner business, and buy ourselves a huge black-"

Clay cut Jax off, "That ain't gonna happen" The president spoke firmly slamming his fists onto the table and leaning forward. "These Mexi-assholes come into our territory. They steal from us. They shit on our livelihood. I don't care who we gotta grease or kill... I want those goddamn guns back"

That sounded like it was easier said than done, but Bramty had to agree with Clay on this.

They needed those guns back and there wasn't gonna be another option here.

"Alright" Tig nods, "Me, Hap, Bobby can start knocking some heads together and maybe Juice can do some computer shit?" the SAA looks around the room for confirmation and agreement for his addition to a beginning of a plan.

"Wherever you find those guys, Bobby, I want a fat man and a little boy... every inch of that place" Clay ordered

Before Bobby could answer Jax spoke up, "Bobby has Tahoe this weekend"

Bobby leaned forward shooting Jax a look that said he wasn't happy about the VP speaking for him like that, before announcing, "No, I'm cancelling that shit"

Clay sighed, "You got two ex-wives who already spent the goddamn casino checks. Last thing we need is PI's and lawyers camping out front. Go" the president ordered

"Well, if not me then who's doing Pyro? Opie is out with his broken foot" Bobby pointed out gesturing to Opie who grunted in annoyance. The man really hadn't taken kindly to being told he needed a cast on his foot. Opie couldn't ride or work with it on for 4 more weeks.

"Bramty" Clay said in a half order, half question as the president looked to her with a raised brow. "Nobody else can blow shit up like you can"

Bramty smirked and nodded, nobody really needed her to answer to know she'd jump at any opportunity to help.

Especially if it meant she got to blow shit up!

Clay wasn't the only one to smirk at her before the President returned back to the business at hand.

"Mayan retaliation. We're striking tonight" Clay declared earning nods of approval throughout the room as he spoke.

Bramty couldn't help but silently admire Clay as she watched him continue his speech, every word spoken with authority and clear determination. Every sentence holding calm confidence. It was the reason she respected the man so much. Bramty may not be the closest with Clay, nor did she ever just hang out with the man, but she respected him the most.

"The less bodies the better" Half-Sack pointed out

"Agreed" Clay nodded looking around the table deciding on who would be in attendance. All of them was too risky so they needed people who absolutely had to be there. "Me, Bramty, Happy, Tig, Jax"

"How we doing this?" Tig asked

"No bikes, no Kuttes. We can take the van and the truck, hit it after sunset... hand guns and silencers for weapons. We don't take any risks out in Oaktown. We leave here just after 9:00" Clay looked around the room with a small pause, seeing no objections to the plan the President slammed the gravel on the reaper engraved table concluding Church for the day.

By the time it was nightfall Bramty and Dad drove in the van while the others were in the truck. The group quickly and quietly moved through the industrial area of Oakland towards the warehouse they were sure the guns were at. Bramty had all her stuff to blow this fucking warehouse to kingdom come, in the back of the van ready to start setting everything up while the guys loaded the guns.

They didn't need to be here any longer than they had to be.

Pulling up they all got out and Clay stepped forward instructing Tig to cut a gap in the chain link fence letting them all pass through, hopefully unnoticed.

As far as Juice had been able to tell, the location didn't have that much security because it was off the radar. The group moved with ease through the warehouse locating crates with their missing weapons.

"Here brother" Tig looked up at Clay motioning to the crates the SAA had pried the lids off to find their M4's safely tucked in straw.

"I've got the rest over here Pres" Dad rasped

"Get the guns in the van. Wire this shithole up" Clay gave Bramty a nod but she was already moving, Jax hot on her heels.

Bramty smiled at the VP handing him half the explosives to carry back into the warehouse while she carried the rest, saving her a second trip.

Bramty stayed alert of her surroundings as she passed the men loading the crates into the van.

She began spreading out the explosives to wire the place up. "Alright. I need 2 more minutes and I'm good" Bramty called out to Clay.

Clay nodded in response, "Good work Princess. We should be done by then"

Just as Bramty connected the last wire, a triumphant smirk on her face... Jax's hand reached out to stop her. "Hey, Wait a sec before you do anything" Jax told her and she frowned in confusion.

"What the hell are you doin' here Jax? We don't got time for games" Bramty growled in annoyance looking over at Clay who caught the angry look on her face and walked their way.

"What's going on here?" Clay asked

Jax, who was on his phone, looked up at Clay with a frown. "I'm getting Ope to make sure this shit is done right"

Bramty grumbled under her breath and glared holes through Jax's head. Glaring at him the whole time the fucking asshole VP stood there wasting time having her work checked over.

She knew what the fuck she was doing and this was insulting.

It wasn't the first time she'd blown something like a warehouse up anyway.

In fact, since her first trip to Tacoma with Dad and Kozik - Clay had been sending her to Charters along the west coast to help the men. A fact Jax knew and had been receiving updates on for the past 2 years.

Bramty gave the club the perfect advantage cause she was ruthless and dangerous, but she was also the last thing the enemy expected.

Her kill tally was getting high up there and she was willing to bet it was higher than Jax's already.

Whatever, this 'double checking her work' thing is, it sure as shit ain't cause he doesn't think she's capable of wiring a place to blow.

Charter Presidents had been reporting to Clay and Jax of what she'd done to help their charters for a 2 years now... this was nothing new and not even the worst thing she'd done.

"What the hell are you playing at Jax?" Bramty sneered making the VP raise a cocky brow like he was just daring her to question her VP.

She hated when he did that - When he undermined someone who did more for this club than him. Using that damn patch he didn't even work hard to earn in the first place.

"Shit! We got company!" Tig yelled to them in a hushed whisper

"Gotta be the Mayans" Clay grit his teeth glaring at Jax before looking back at Tig. "Get the van outta sight. You and Hap. Lay low" Tig nodded and walked away quickly as Clay looked back at the both of them, "Both of you with me"

The three of them took off outside, quickly ducking behind the dumpster as Bramty tried fiddling with the detonator Jax had stopped her from moving onto. She could blow it up now, but they'd never make it far enough away from the blast. Then there would be the problems of dodging cops heading their way if they somehow did manage to make it.

"Shit, we should have been long gone by now" Bramty cursed in a low growl making her displeasure known. Clay didn't do anything but give her a small nod of agreement while also letting her know now wasn't the time for that.

Another reason she respected the man as a leader.

Jax sighed, "Well, we got the iron. Let's get the hell out of here"

"I came to send a message" Clay shot Jax down. "Those two wetbacks see that busted back door, they'll call for backup"

Bramty smirked at Clay and pulled out her gun as the President gave her an amused smile and did the same. Before either of them could stand up and move into the open, in order to off the wetbacks interrupting their party, Jax grabbed Clay's arm. "Blowing up shit's one thing. We off these guys, could trigger something out of control"

"Well, that's the cost of wasting time, Isn't it?" Bramty hissed at Jax

Jax sighed irritated and gave Bramty a glare she matched with even more anger that Jax had.

The VP stood up grabbing a dirty blanket from the floor nearby and jumped out from behind the dumpster drawing the attention of the two Mayans. With a small growl Bramty watched him lure them near the dumpster before knocking out one of the Mayans out cold.

Bramty and Clay were up and behind the remaining Mayan still standing, their guns trained on him while he pointed his automatic at Jax.

"No bang-bang, por favor" Clay quipes and Bramty chuckled at the President.

Clay pulled the trigger and then the three of them turned ready to get out of there when screeching tires pulled up and another Mayan managed to join the party. Only they didn't make it farther than their van, because they were shot point blank by Bramty.

"I got him" she smirked after the fact, which make Clay chuckle and shake his head.

"Like father, like daughter" the president muttered nodding his head for them to continue out of the warehouse.

It wasn't lost on Bramty that Clay let her take up a protective stance at his side just like Tig or Dad would have if they were here.

Once again, Jax as the VP should have been stepping up and making his number one priority to protect the President... but again it was left to someone else.

Hell, Bramty figured Clay was safer with her at his side rather than Jax anyway.

"JAX!" Bramty yelled catching movement from the side of her eye and whipped around to see a white guy emerging from the building, a small gun in hand that made it so the guy had to get closer to Jax to get a shot off.

Jax raised his own weapon but hesitated pulling the trigger as the fucker advanced on him.

"Fucking pendejo" Bramty hissed and pulled the trigger on her own gun, saving Jax from his contemplation.

All three of them seemed to freeze slightly with realisation of what had almost happened.

Jax and Clay were both looking at Bramty shocked, the rage on her face was now directed at a wide eyed VP. Jax's eyes had grown huge as the man realised Bramty had to pull the trigger for him.

"Get the fuck up and let's get out of here... I'm blowing this mother fucking warehouse up with you in it or not VP" Bramty sneered and turned on her heel nodding for Clay to continue, only sparing a sideways glance at Jax when he scrambled to his feet to follow.

Once the trio reached the truck Bramty pressed the button on the detonator and, "3...2..1" she smirked through her quiet count down, chuckling when the blast went off, taking the building down with it.

Mayan's or no Mayan's - that place was scortched earth now.

The ride was silent all the way back to the clubhouse where everyone was waiting around for Church. Dad frowned and was at her side the second she walked through the doors looking like she could kill them all if someone so much as looked in her direction wrong.

Bramty wasn't weak, but she was comforted and calmed by Dads presence. So when he slung an arm over her shoulders, she leaned into him.

They all walked into Church and Bramty took her usual seat in between Tig and Dad.

"When Me and Hap were getting to the van we spotted a little white boy... One of Darby's guys judging by the ink on his chest" Tig informed them

"Looks like Darby did make some new friends in Chino" Opie commented sarcastically

Tig smirked, "White boy must've sucked lots of brown dick"

"Nords crew up with the Mayans... gives 'em numbers, access to guns" Jax stated before trailing off and looking around the room with a small sigh.

Bramty's hands clenched into fists and her teeth grit together harshly which didn't go unnoticed by Dad, who rested a hand on her knee and squeezed. Thankfully, Dad wasn't looking at her or drawing attention to her reaction as the conversation continued.

Clay added onto Jax's statement, "and a common enemy; SAMCRO"

"Darby wants Charming" Juice stated the obvious but everyone nodded nonetheless.

It wasn't all that surprising to be honest... Darby had lived in Charming his whole life and had always wanted to get his product sold and made in Charming. Only the man was too chicken shit to go against the club.

SAMCRO were firm on their no drugs in Charming rule.

Piney snorted his oxygen tank wire further up his nose, "Darby floods Charming with crank, Alvarez takes over our gun business to protect it" he surmised

"We sent them a pretty clear message" Clay interjected, "Keep your ears open for word on the street about any of their moves."

"We gotta keep an eye on them cause this could get bad for us" Jax warned them all, getting a huff from Clay but the President didn't disagree with the VP either because they all knew it was true.

Just didn't help Jax always seemed to be the one trying to point out everything that is or could be going wrong and making it out as Clay's fault.

"Alright. Everyone head out for the night. Juice check tomorrow morning and see how our message was received by local law" Juice gave a nod and Clay concluded Church for the night.

As everyone stood to leave Clay raised his hand making them pause, "Bramty" he said and everyone else left the room leaving just her and Clay remaining.

"I've got my temper in check, Clay" Bramty assured him figuring that was probably why she was here and Jax was not.

If Clay was going to raise attention to Jax's screw up, the VP would have been here and not her and she knew it.

Clay nodded and gave her a small sympathetic smile which only served to confuse her, "I'm not here to ride your ass about cussing Jax out. Shit, he screwed up big time and you saved his ass. If you were planning on saying shit about it you wouldn't have waited this long. I know you understand the way this club works better than some of the guys do... I actually just wanted to say thanks and that I'm proud of you"

Bramty beamed at Clay, she just couldn't help it.

Smiling Bramty nodded, "Thanks. Means a lot coming from you Uncle Clay... I won't let you down. Not you, not this club"

Clay nodded standing up and kissing her forehead before they both walked out of Church.

Clay saying goodnight and headed home to Gemma while Bramty found herself on the receiving end of her fathers raised brow.

She and Dad had always had a full disclosure agreement since she was young - he told her everything and she did the same - they would protect each other above the club if it ever actually came down to it. However, both of them were too loyal to the club to make anyone have to worry about that happening.

Bramty grabbed a beer from the bar and walked past him up towards her room knowing when he was ready to hear it, he'd follow.

It was only a few minutes later that Dad walked in shutting her bedroom door behind him and laying down on her bed next to her in the silence.

Bramty was first to break the comfortable silence as she told Dad everything that had happened including the conversation with Clay just then.

"VP has you lumped in with me, Tig and Kozik when he's in town" Dad commented in a low rasp

Bramty sighed, she remembered the three of them grumbling about it over the years.

Jax was too soft now. The VP was all about the legal living and getting out of guns, but what the VP wasn't realising was that nobody else wanted that aside from him.

"Yeah, well I don't know what Clay will say to him but he nearly got himself killed tonight... maybe it's what he needed. Y'know, going home to that family and seeing he could have lost it all cause he was a stupid fuck for hesitating"

She looked over at Dad who nodded, "Or it'll just make him more determined to change things"

Bramty sighed knowing her father was probably right about that.

"I love you daddy"

Happy looked at her and smiled, she loved it when he smiled at her because she knew nobody other than Abuela could get him to do it. "Love you too, baby girl"

Bramty tucked herself into Dads side and let out a content sigh. She wasn't one of those girls who needed to chase boys around and find love or pop out some kids. All Bramty needed was her Daddy and everyone in this club.

She liked what she did to earn money and wouldn't change a thing about her life.

"Go to sleep baby girl" Dad grumbled at her when she stifled a yawn against his arm.

Bramty shook her head quickly, "I'm not tiered!"

Dad snorted, "Yeah... sure you aren't" he rolled his eyes and she mumbled her protests to falling asleep all the while her eyes grew heavy. Before she knew it, she was falling asleep and for the next few hours Bramty Lowman would be dead to the world, tucked against her Dads side.

Some people may think it's not right for a 20 year old woman to be falling asleep in her fathers arms or on tough nights going and getting into his bed to cuddle, but neither of them cared.

They shared a father-daughter bond stronger than anyone else had seen before and neither would change it for anything.

They were intense people and found comfortable in the small calming moments like these.

That wouldn't change no matter how old Bramty got.

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Happy rolled his eyes and make a disapproving grumble when Bramty waltzed into the garage where he, Chibs, Piney, Half-Sack and Jax were all sitting around the table. Bramty sat herself on his lap with an arm around his neck as she sat sideways dangling her legs off the ground.

"Your fat ass ain't a baby no more" he sighed, as much of a fuss as he made, he knew it would probably hurt deeply if she ever stopped being his baby girl.

Bramty seemed to know that too because every time she simply rolled her eyes and told him to shut up. This time was no different thankfully.

"You didn't wake me up" Bramty whined

"Yer don't need yer Da ter wake yer up little lassie... yer a big girl now" Chibs added sarcastically

Bramty stuck out her bottom lip in a pout giving the Scotsman her best puppy dog eyes, ones that no matter how old she got, always had them all unable to say no.

"A girl always needs her Daddy, Chibs" Bramty scolded the man.

"Who's your Daddy?" Bobby asked walking towards them with a smirk and a tray of muffins that he set down on the table in front of them.

Everyone took one and fuck if they weren't good.

"Oh, these muffins are great with tequila, Bobby" Piney comment grabbing another muffin and following it by downing a few sips of the old mans morning Patron bottle. Happy was sure that he could count on his fingers the amount of times he had seen that old man without a bottle of Patron in hand.

"Shit's addictive... turning me into a fat bastard" Chibs grunted in annoyance but didn't stop himself from grabbing a second muffin.

"Turbinado sugar, organic flour, no processed shit" Bobby announced proudly and a few of the guys chuckled when he added, "Not that any of you give a damn"

"I'm watching my figure, Elvis" Bramty spoke up running a hand down her thighs and winked at Bobby the Elvis impersonator.

"Watch those hands or I'll cut 'em off" Happy growled in warning when Bramty brought her hand back up her thighs for emphasis of how much she didn't need to be watching her figure.

He sure as shit didn't want to see that and he knew he didn't want his brothers seeing it either, family or not.

He would kill anyone who laid a hand on her.

Bramty smirked and kissed his cheek before settling back against his chest again.

Jax shook his head, "You put hash in 'em, Bobby?"

"You know my rule. No bud before 9:00 am" Bobby chuckled

Before anyone else could say anything Clay walked through the doors setting bag down on the table in front of Bobby. The President smirked up at the rest of them, "Morning, kids. Deal with the Niners has officially closed. Spoke to Laroy and he is giddy about his new assault rifles"

Bobby who's the clubs treasury officer - aka the money man - opened the bag dividing up everyone's portion of the Niner payment and distributing it between them all.

Happy took his and separated a 3rd of it to give to Bramty who pressed another kiss to his cheek in return before tucking the wad of cash in her pocket.

Bramty wasn't a member which meant she didn't get a cut of the money. When she first started helping in everything, they had taken a vote and decided that a small amount of each of their totals would get given to her. It was about a quarter of what the rest of them got and Clay always added it to his stack, so that Happy could secretly give her a little more from his own money.

Any one else who realised what he was doing didn't say anything, they knew better than to speak up and tell her about it.

While everyone agreed that Bramty deserved a full pay check and a kutte on her back, the bylaws for the club forbid it.

Right now with all the high tensions across the Charters, they didn't have the standing to change that.

Bramty understood and was just happy that they gave her the respect and privileges of a member. Always reminding them it was better this way anyway cause now she didn't have to play prospect and could still wear her favourite leather jacket to club meetings.

The others might have bought that, but Happy knew his daughter and he knew that wasn't the full truth.

If Bramty had the option of getting a kutte he knew she would without hesitation. Because Bramty was SAMCRO through and through.

He knew she wasn't lying about being glad she wasn't a prospect. She was great at helping with the club business, but it always meant that without the kutte she was constantly having to prove herself to other charters. She didn't want to have to rely on Clay or himself assuring the presidents she was capable of doing what they needed done... he knew she wished they'd just take her word for it like they did someone with a kutte.

It was bittersweet - She'd get doubted and then she'd prove them all wrong and revel in the shock and fear she could create in grown ass outlaw men.

But Bramty loved it... the outlaw life and at the moment, that was enough.

"Like how we're all about racial harmony!" Chibs hollered snapping Happy out of his thoughts to find Bramty watching him out of the corner of her eye with a blank face. He smiled a little at the fact she had sensed something was wrong, but not drawn attention to his reactions.

She was always looking out for him.

Clay chuckled, "Spend it wisely, boys. Might be a while before we see any more gun green"

"And we love the green" Half-Sack laughed

"All about the Benjamin's!" Jax added nodding and joking around with everyone else

The moment was interrupted when Juice walked in frowning a little, "Hey guys. I just got an update from our city hall snitch. Looks like Hale's got a warrant to search our warehouse"

In no way was that good.

The police who weren't on the clubs payroll had managed to get the first few shifts of looking out for the crime scene and the sheriff over there isn't a club friend - they hadn't gotten those bodies out yet.

A seriously guilty Tig walked into the garage pulling Clay aside for a second.

Nobody else really seemed to pay much mind to it, but Happy knew Bramty was watching the exchange with interest, and that made him watch too.

They were too far away to hear the conversation until Clay yelled, "What were you thinking, brother!?"

"I was thinking about getting my dick sucked, twice" Tig answered back, neither whispering any more and the conversation had all their attentions now.

After moving the conversation into Church, Tig explained to them what they all figured had happened.

Tig was fucking the two dead illegals that died in the warehouse and were about to be taken by Hale.

Making what was ruled an accidental explosion, a homicide investigation.

"All anybody can prove is that a couple of brownies swallowed your chum and died hiding from the fire" Bobby spoke up not worried, "You didn't kill anybody"

"It's not about the manslaughter rap though" Bramty interjects softly but firmly, "CSU team tests those bodies... Tiggy's DNA puts the gun factory at our doorstep"

Juice sighed and nodded in agreement, "And then ATF takes up permanent residence in our collective rectums" there were a few odd looks given to the younger patch for that metaphor, but the meaning behind it was on point.

ATF is a pain in the ass to deal with and those fuckers will have all of them and their mothers tailed until they find something on somebody.

"The warehouse sits on county property. Hale's gonna have to wait days to get San Joaquin to shake loose a forensic unit" Clay told them

Juice sighed again, "It's a local case. County won't get involved. Hale will just end up borrowing a crime scene unit from Lodi"

"Hey, well Big Otto's sister still works for the DA in Lodi" Jax announced looking pointedly at Juice, "Call her. See if there's a forensic unit team heading our way"

"I gotta have a talk with Unser" Clay nodded at Jax and Juice. "Maybe I can convince the chief to put a leash on his hyperactive deputy"

Bramty snickered, she never liked Hale and Happy couldn't blame her for it. Guy was a tool and a cop - both bad things in his book.

"Unser's waiting for the clock to run out. That old Boy's a lame duck" Jax muttered as the gravel slammed down on the table and they all filed out of the room.

Today had been a busy day and Happy slung an arm around Bramty's shoulder as they dropped the phones on the pool table outside Church and then took their seats at the table.

"Jimmy Cacuzza called" Bobby announced when they were all seated, "I didn't know what to say"

Clay snorted, "How about 'the store burned down. They missed the fire sale'?" the President retorted sarcastically.

Not doing anything to ease the tension Juice sat forward adding his 2 cents. "Well, I talked to Otto's sister and Lodi forensic team will be here first thing in the morning" a few groans were heard from members around the table.

"And the shit keeps piling on my head" Clay muttered shaking his head

Bramty leaned forward resting her elbow on the table as she looked to Clay who raised a brow seeing the 'I've got an idea' look on her face. Happy knew though, that if it was an idea she thought everyone would go for, then she would have said it already without prompt. When she didn't, it likely meant the idea would be met with some resistance.

"You know... the only thing that is gonna stop that Lodi forensics team from getting to our warehouse is another murder in Lodi" Bramty drew out.

There was a beat of silence before a few people started nodding in agreement, Happy included in that group.

Bramty was right - they needed a bigger and closer crime scene to stop that unit from getting to the warehouse before them.

"I don't know" Jax sighed, "Hale's on red alert. Mayans, Nords... everyone's twitchy as hell. It's not a good time to kill-" There was that resistance.

"It's never a good time to kill" Clay cut Jax off, "We're talking about protecting Tig here and staying out of ATF's crosshairs. We hit the projects. We find ourselves a scumbag, a dealer, I really don't give a shit as long as they're dead and in Lodi Forensic unit's way"

Tig nodded eagerly, "We should off a couple of Nords, Clay, is what we should do... all right. We should- well we should just do that and then we'll dump the bodies in Lodi. It buys us some time to get those Mexicans out of the hole. It sends a message to Darby. Kill two birds with one stone"

Bramty nodded looking over at Tig who smiled thankful for her support, "Plus. Even if Hale is jumpy... Lodi ain't his jurisdiction" she added giving a look to Jax that said, 'stop fucking this up'.

Clay nodded looking relieved to have one part of the solution to todays mess cleaned up, "Alright. Tig, Bramty, Happy... You set this crime scene up. I'll get-"

Before Clay could finish Tig was standing ready to go but Jax held up a hand pausing everyone. "Wait. Wait, what if I could do this without killing? Brains before bullets, right?" the VP suggested earning eye rolls and huffs from Tig, Bramty and Clay as well as a few doubtful looks.

Happy remained stoic but he was not happy about Jax's suggestion in the slightest.

Clay sighed again, "Let's hear it"

"All we need for a murder are bodies and a crime scene" Jax states with a small confident smirk

Chibs frowns, "Aye Jackie boy, yer lost me now"

"Skeeter" Jax says as way of explanation, "He's got more gambling debt than he can handle. I'll make it worth his while'

"The cemetery guy?" Bramty looked at Happy for confirmation, he gave a small nod.

Skeeter had been the cemetery guy since before she was born but they didn't talk about him much since the Mayan war.

"Cash for cadavers. It's got a flare about it" Bobby chuckled.

"I give Lodi a front-page murder. We don't stir up another shit storm to bite us in the ass" Jax nods, his confident smirk wider now the idea received some approval.

"What about educating Darby?" Tig questioned with a grumble of dislike for what was sounding very much like the new plan.

"I'll figure that out. The important thing is to keep your DNA out of the petri dish - protect the club" Jax narrowed his eyes at Tig.

Happy squeezed Bramty's knee when he heard a low growl come from her at Jax's words. It was a subtle dig at Tig and neither he nor Bramty liked hearing it.

The VP certainly was mighty sitting up their on his high horse. It was pissing him off a lot lately.

Clay sighed before nodding at Jax, "Path of least resistance always best, right? we'll do it your way VP" the gravel hit the table and Church was adjourned for the day. "Don't make me regret this" Clay added lowly

While Jax, Chibs, Juice and Half-Sack were off making sure Jax's plan was successful. Tig and Bobby were out making sure the bodies and anything else at the burnt warehouse that tied the building to SAMCRO was gone.

Bramty sighed as she looked around the empty clubhouse bar.

Clay was at home with Gemma, Opie was off wherever he'd been disappearing to lately, Kozik- who had gone Normad when she first showed up at the club at 8 years old - is in Vegas and her father is balls deep in some gash.

Bramty was bored out of her mind!

Hell, even Piney was busy up in the cabin doing whatever it was the old fucker did when he disappeared for days at a time.

She had tried watching TV but the empty clubhouse had always unnerved her, since no men meant few croweater's and no sweetbutt's who only really showed up on parties. Bramty knew better than to cockblock her father - the man had changed his entire lifestyle to accommodate her growing up when they had shared a room and she knew he needed to get laid.

Bramty sat at the bar knowing the night would end after she'd drank her weight in alcohol.

Grabbing the bottle of Patron she poured herself a glass downing it easily with a small satisfied smile on her face as it burnt it's way down her throat.

That was how she managed to spend an hour of her afternoon before one of the croweater's frowned and walked over, "Uh, Bramty?"

"Yeah... Jess?" Bramty looked up at the croweater that she vaguely remembered being called Jess.

The woman had short red hair, way too much makeup, boobs so big you didn't even have to wonder if they were fake and shorts so small Bramty wondered if her ass cheeks are the material?

Jess smiled and nodded almost shyly which made Bramty smirk a little.

The girls around here had learnt fast that none of the boys would stand for anyone even looking in her vicinity wrong. After a few broken noses, Bramty had proven before she was even 12 years old, that the she didn't need the men to fight her battles - she'd put a bitch down if the situation called for it.

"Um, there is a SUV that just pulled up in the lot and TM is closed so I figured... I don't know who they are and your like a patched member..." the woman trailed off unsure

Bramty nodded standing up quickly, "You did the right thing Jess. I want you to follow me out so I can see if it's just some asshole or someone who doesn't need to be here. If I look back at you, I want you to go get Happy who's in his dorm. Understand?"

Jess nodded and silently followed Bramty out of the clubhouse where a man in a suit got out of his car looking like he owned the place.

"We're closed" Bramty announced bluntly making the man turn to look at her

He nodded and smiled slightly, but it was more of a condescending smile as he looked her up and down taking in Bramty's appearance. Bramty had on skin tight black leather pants that showed off her rather large and round ass, a decorative fob chain on her hip, her favourite old combat boots, a blood red camisole that hugged her large tits and showed off her ink.

She looked good if she did say so herself.

"I'm not here to get my car fixed... miss?" the fucker tried to pry for a name but Bramty stared at him with a blank, bored look on her face. ".. right well. I'm here to speak with someone from the club"

Bramty raised a brow, "Who the fuck are you dickwad?" she demanded glaring at the man who seemed taken aback by not only her icy tone, but also her fucking deadly glare.

The club guys were always impressed when her glare turned out to be worse than Dads.

"I'm ATF sweetheart, so how about you go get me Jax Teller" the man smirked and she growled turning back to Jess who was hanging out near the door of the clubhouse and gave the woman a simple look that had her scurrying off into the clubhouse.

"Well, sweetheart. What I can give you is a size 7 foot up your ass if you don't move along" Bramty let an eerily dangerous grin spread across her lips revelling in the look of slight alarm she saw in his eyes before he covered it up.

He still stood straighter ready to have to defend himself at any moment. "Threatening a federal agent is 9 months in-"

Bramty chuckled lowly, "Yeah save me the song and dance, Pendejo. I know all this shit and you wanna know what else I know?" she raised a brow at him but didn't wait for a response as she continued talking, "I know that as an ATF agent wanting to speak to someone you have to identify yourself and while you were fishing for my name you didn't giver your own. I also know that your not here under any official business that would call for speaking to anyone here because agents don't fly solo. Does your boss know your here?" she taunted smirking in satisfaction when she hit a nerve and his jaw clenched along with his fists.

"My name is agent Josh Kohn with the ATF and you, little miss biker whore, aren't anyone I have to identify myself with. You should run along and-"

"Go suck a biker cock?" she finished for him smirking with a chuckle of her own at his growing annoyance. "Yeah well I'm not free pussy. Which only proves further that you aren't on official business or you'd have been briefed on all of the SAMCRO family associates"

"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?!" Dads low growl may have startled ATF pussy, but Bramty always had an almost 6th sense telling her when Dad was near.

So she hadn't even had to turn around to know he was walking over towards them.

Her eyes never stopped staring down the agent, something about the man felt off and his visit outside of procedure was not making her feel any better.

"Daddy this is agent Josh Kohn and he was looking for an escort off our property" she growled lowly, "Ain't that right?"

The agent looked between the two of them who were both glaring harshly at him, her fathers hand on his gun as they stood close enough to be threatening. Without a word the agent backed away and got back in his SUV before driving away. Nether her not dad moved until he was gone from sight.

"Call Clay and let him know, then you need to tell me what happened" Dad said before walking away.

Bramty nodded pulling out her phone and telling Clay that they had got a visit from an ATF agent before going back inside and finding her father waiting, beer in hand, for an explanation.

"... something was off with that guy Daddy" Bramty stated knowing if anyone would believe her hunch; it was him.

Dad looked up at her and raised a bow, a sign he wanted her to explain that.

"We've all seen ATF agents before, how they operate. I've seen them enough to know the procedure you can expect and that guy didn't follow any of it. He hadn't looked into us, he didn't know shit about us or the club which doesn't make sense if we've got ATF on our doorstep. They don't give a heads up without knowing what they're walking into. He asked for Jax but he clenched his jaw when saying Jax's name... this isn't official business, I think it's personal"

Bramty watched her father turn that over in his head as they fell into a comfortable silence, neither being able to think of a reason why Jax would have an agent looking for him.

It was clear this Kohn guy didn't like Jax one bit and while neither of them liked Jax much either, they knew he wouldn't rat or make deals behind the clubs back.

Dad started nodding slowly, "He was full of rage just hid it well... also hid some fear but a lot of rage. You weren't being helpful but you weren't really doing anything to warrant that much of a reaction- something else has to be going on" He agreed with her

Even though they knew recent events were the most obvious reasons for having ATF here, they recognised that something was off with this guy.

"You think he's in town using what's happened recently as an excuse to be here?" Bramty asked

"Probably" Dad's gruff response made Bramty smile slightly as she pulled her Dad to lay down on his bed from where he was sitting on the edge.

He grumbled in disapproval, but didn't fight it either and she curled into his side.

"Love you Daddy"

She felt the chuckle moving his chest from under her head and arm that was now draped across his stomach before he said, "I love you too, baby girl"

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