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 3
Happy watched his daughter sitting on the railing talking with Bobby as they all waited at TM for the gun shipment to come in. The group; Tig, Bobby, Half-Sack, Bramty, Opie, Jax, Juice, Clay, Chibs and himself were all in their own conversations or thoughts as they waited.
Everyone stood up when the truck drove onto the lot. Clay walking over to make nice while the rest of them unloaded and checked over the weapons.
Popping open the oil drums they removed a small decoy pot of oil from the top, concealing their dissembled guns underneath. Half-Sack and Jax took inventory before they all headed into the clubhouse for a business conversation. The guns were brought inside to the pool table to be assembled by Opie, Juice and Half-Sack.
Everyone else sat at the bar while Clay and Michael, their Irish connection, started talking.
"Mayan's torched the warehouse we store and assemble our weapons in" Clay told Michael on a sigh
"Holy shite!" Michael shook his head, "What does that do to yer business?"
"Ah, we just bought nine acres of Amador County. We start rebuilding, we'll be up and runnin' in two, three months" Clay said confidently
Despite Clay's assurances Michael didn't look at ease with the information as the Irishman asked, "Can't yer jus' assemble 'em 'ere?"
"We learned that the hard way" Clay stated, "We don't cross our money streams. This is strictly a legit automotive business"
"So that means you go three months without buyin' the weapons from us? SAMCRO's a huge piece of our income" Michael McKeevy sighed taking a sip of his beer, "This isn't a business for us, brother. True IRA. We're not merchants. We're soldiers. The guns we sell fuel the cause... without it, we lose ground"
"We support ter cause, McKeevy. Shite like dis just happens" Chibs spoke up placating his old IRA friend.
Clay nodded his agreement, "We'll have our guns up and runnin' in no time"
But Michael only sighed, "That's the problem. No time. Three weeks would cripple us. Three months... we can't wait for that long"
"What the hell are you saying here?" Clay asked with a clenched jaw, obviously as irritated as Happy was at the development.
This was bullshit!
"I'm sayin' if yer can't find us the cash in the downtime... we're gonna have ter find a new buyer" Michael stated standing up from his bar stool as he looked at Clay and Jax apologetically.
"I've been buying guns from you for over a decade, Michael. When you split from Adams, I stayed with you cause of our friendship" Clay shot back at Michael.
"Yer stayed wit me cause the other cowards sold out. We're the only outlaws left. Now, don't take this personal, Clay. Yer warehouse burnin' down is a casualty of commerce. Yer lose our guns, that's a casualty of war" and with that Michael left the clubhouse leaving everyone in the room fucking pissed off and not nearly drunk enough for this type of conversation.
"Well I don't know about you, but I need a damn drink" Bramty muttered to him. Happy smirked nodding his agreement as his daughter retrieved a beer for them both from behind the bar.
And she wasn't the only one who reached for the alcohol in the following minutes of Michael leaving.
Shit was taking a turn for the worse as of late.
Happy could only hope it didn't end in a war because he didn't think that they would come out the other side of that the same.
With a sigh he downed the last of his beer and threw his arm over his daughter shoulders, leading her up towards the dorms. It was already late and there wasn't going to be a party tonight. With everyone's bad moods it would be relatively quiet tonight.
"Tonight didn't go well" Bramty remarked on a disappointed scoff, "What do you think we're gonna do now?"
Honestly, he wasn't quite sure this time either... a 200k debt hanging over their heads wasn't something easily fixed. With the rebuild and possible Mayan issues as well - the potential for shit to go wrong was high.
"Dunno baby girl" Happy rasped with a small shrug as he unlocked his dorm room and let them inside.
They both made their way over to his bed, falling down on the now, comfortable, mattress Bramty had replaced for him a few years ago as a gift.
"You thinking about Abuela?" Bramty asked after a beat of comfortable silence overcame them.
Happy blinked before nodding; his mom's health was one of the things weighting on his mind. She hadn't been exactly healthy for years now - but when they were up there visiting only days ago, it seemed to be getting worse.
"I think we might have to look at getting her into assisted living soon" he admitted to his daughter knowing it was as much her business as it was his. Ever since Bramty had been working for the club she had been helping him with the costs of his mom's medicine.
Not that he'd ever actually admit to it, but, the extra money really helped.
"Figured" Bramty agreed nodding with a small contemplative hum. "Maybe she could get a live in nurse or something first?"
He hadn't thought about that, but it worked and it would probably be easier to get his mom to agree to than a assisted living centre.
Cheaper option as well.
Happy nodded before turning to his daughter, "You sleeping in your own room?"
Bramty smirked at him and chuckled, "Are you kicking me out?"
"I thought that was subtle" he commented dryly before his lips turned up into an amused smile at her mock outrage.
"Well then... I'll see you tomorrow old man" Bramty rolled her eyes and got out of the bed heading for the door to go to her own room across the hall.
Happy remembered when she was little and it had taken months for her to sleep in her own bed.
Despite the fact she had a fully decorated dorm room to herself in the clubhouse.
For years after that she had slept in his bed more often than not. And despite the fact she's a grown ass 20 year old, Happy had never had a problem with her sleeping in his bed, even now.
A lot of the time when Clay had sent him to go Normad for a little while taking Bramty from Charter to Charter - they'd had to share a room for a night or two. Not all Charters had the capacity for 2 more people and a few times they had arrived with other Normads.
Others may have thought it was weird, but it didn't faze him at all.
Bramty is his daughter and he wouldn't ever get sick of having her around.
"I'm not old" he called out to her before she shut the door
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Daddy" Bramty snickered and Happy huffed as she got the last word, but the smile on his face wouldn't budge despite the joke being at his expense.
Finding Bramty had been the best thing to ever happen to him and there wasn't a second that went by where he didn't thank whatever higher power out there for it.
Bramty tilted her head as she studied Clay. The others might have been focused more on what the job Clay's proposing to them on behalf of the Oswald's is... However, her focus was on the why of it all.
Why?
Why was Clay invested in some vigilante business that the cops could figure out for themselves?
Clay had always been one of the members - aside from Dad - that she respected and looked up to the most. He had to look out for the best interest of the club and to do that he often had to approach things from more strategic outlooks than the others even thought to consider.
While what happened to Tristan was horrible, an invasion she knew herself and held sympathy for anyone experiencing it.
The simple fact of the matter is that; going after Elliot Oswald's daughters rapist puts them all at risk.
They're the ones who have to commit a crime, after all... while the Oswald's get peace of mind. Why would Clay risk it when there didn't seem to be anything they get in return for their risk?
Bramty couldn't quite figure it out yet, but she planned to.
"We got a 200k deficit hanging over our heads" Tig snapped from his seat on Bramty's right. He was shaking his head in confusion and disbelief, "Do we really wanna be out there playing some pro bono Lone Ranger right now?"
Jax scoffed, "Guy raped a thirteen year old!" the VP snapped from directly across from Tig, bringing his hand down onto the table harshly.
"Thirteen" Bobby echoed sadly
"I get it" Tig sighed, "I just don't like putting my ass on the line for some outsider. Clay, guys, Oswald doesn't give a shit about SAMCRO"
And while that was true - a statement any other day Bramty knew would have been echoed by Clay - the president leaned forward to argue. "You know, people get jammed up in this town, they don't go to the cops; they come to us..."
"That's right, that's right!" Chibs nodded enthusiastically, Clay's speech managing to rile some of the guys up.
"...and that means something to me" Clay continued as he looked around the room to find only faces of agreement now. "I don't know. Maybe I got something to prove with this guy. You know, that's my shit though. So, anybody wants to pass on this"
There was loud and determined protests from around the table, everyone in agreement to find and gut the bastard going against the rules in their damn town!
"I guess I'm in too" Tig nodded in agreement after giving Bramty a look she couldn't decipher and chose to pretend had never been there in the first place. "Guess we're hunting a tot banger then"
The only two people who didn't share in the loud yells of approval were Bramty and her Dad.
Although she noted easily that Dad wore a look that promised to bring pain to the fucker responsible - it was apparently all the confirmation the others had needed to know he was with them on this. Not that she doubted that he would be.
"Good" Clay concluded, "So what do we know?"
"We saw a couple of guys sporting Aryan ink. Not sure if they were Darby's guys or not" Jax spoke up and Bobby nodded in agreement.
Juice added, "And Macon woods is right on the Lodi border. Darby's got a meth shack a couple of miles from there"
"Rape as retaliation" Bobby scrunched up his face in disgust
"Certainly in the Nord wheelhouse" Clay agreed. "Alright. Tap into the Sanwa database, find out which Nords get hard for underage pussy"
"Got it" Juice answered
"Bobby and I'll go after Darby" Tig offered up looking at Bobby who shrugged at the invitation to track the Nords leader down.
Once everyone agreed the men were quick to get up to leave Church as soon as it had all been settled on their roles. Bramty, however, was slower in leaving as she watched Clay a little longer trying to piece things together.
This had hidden agender written all over it!
Dad tapped her on the arm, a questioning look on his face as he took note of her still in her seat. Bramty shrugged and stood, linking her arm around his waist and letting him lead her out of Church.
She smiled at her father as they reached the bar and retook their earlier seats. Beers were placed in front of them.
She still couldn't help wondering what angle Clay was working on this one?
While she may think Elliot is completely justified in wanting revenge, she didn't honestly think the man was capable of that type of violence. Sure, thinking it was one thing, wishing and praying for it was to be expected... but for Elliot Oswald to actually take a life?
"Do you think he'll be able to do it?" Bramty turned to her father with a raised brow.
"Who? Elliot?" he asked and when she nodded, Dad scoffed at the idea, clearly not believing the white-collared man to be capable. Bramty tended to agree and that only confused her more on Clay's plan.
If Elliot couldn't go through with this then what was the point of them letting him try? Especially when it only added more risk for the person who inevitably has to step in.
Unless that's the point...?
"Dios!" Bramty's eyes widened and a sly grin made it's way onto her face as she stood up and without offering any explanation to Dad, made her way back into Church where Clay was smoking a cigar in his Presidents chair.
"What's up Bramty?" Clay smiled softly at her
Bramty only smirked at him as she shut the door behind her and sat down in Tig's seat at the reaper engraved table.
Clay raised a brow but waited patiently.
"So, I was thinking right. You were working hard to sell everyone on this plan to 'help' the Oswald's protect the town"
Clay frowned slightly, he knew better than to lie to her, but he wasn't going to be forthcoming with his real plan.
That didn't much matter though, because Bramty had always been able to figure him out.
One way or another.
"Then I was wondering why after putting in all that effort, we'd plan to let a man - who we all know won't be able to follow through - try for the kill?" Bramty smirked at the small sigh Clay gave that showed she was hitting the nail on the head. "And then I figured that maybe it was the point. You're going to blackmail Elliot, right?"
Clay rolled his eyes and puffed out some smoke before pointing a ring adorned finger in her direction with a stern look on his face, "Don't go telling everyone, Bramty" and while the warning was harsh and very much real, the small proud smile that curved up on his lips had her fighting off a radiant smile of her own.
"I won't" she promised, "so?" Bramty pried eagerly for the details she had missed in her train of thought.
Clay smirked, "When one of us eventually has to make the kill we leverage him for money to pay for the rebuild"
Bramty thought about it, thinking everything through as she ran scenarios of it through her mind. There was just one thing... "Why leverage him for money though?" she asked
"So we can buy land and a new warehouse" Clay repeated simply, obviously only repeating the details to appease her mind that always seemed to try and work the situation.
It was something Clay had actually taken to teaching her about doing when she started doing shit for the club.
Bramty nodded slowly and squinted her eyes in thought, Clay leaned forward knowing the face she was making was one that only happened when she had a better idea.
And he wasn't disappointed as she started talking him though a slightly different way of using the situation to their advantage.
Clay grinned and leaned back in his chair, "So it sounds like a plan then. Either way - we win" he nodded in approval.
"It certainly does" Bramty agreed with a hum of pride as she watched a man she respected take pride in the plan she had just worked on improving with him.
It was great for the club and fixed a few of their problems all in one fowl swoop.
"We get to stop the Hales in trying to bring in these big new companies to our town and at the same time cover our asses if anything with the warehouse goes wrong. You were spot on about nobody looking for our warehouse on Oswald land" Clay reiterated a few more of the many benefits her enhanced plan includes.
Bramty grinned widely at Clay - somehow no matter how old she got. The man possessed an aura that always had her reverting back to the 17 year old girl who looked to the larger man, eager to take in all the knowledge he could give.
It surprised her slightly that she didn't actually mind that feeling.
It wasn't like that with the other Sons she had met in her time going from Charter to Charter.
Those men had looked at her dismissively, seeing only a girl instead of the strong and smart woman she really is. Bramty may not be old, but for the years she has been alive, she had experienced more than most do in their long lifetimes.
There was nothing about 'The Outlaw Life' that Bramty hadn't seen or participated in now. She was always quick to show those who doubted her that she could play with the big bad Sons like nobody else ever had.
It earnt her respect.
And one hell of a reputation at this point.
Leaning forward Bramty kissed Clay on the cheek before leaving Church. Shutting the double wide wooden reaper doors behind her as she went.
When Bramty looked up her eyes met Dads expectant ones.
Their full-disclosure agreement had never wavered. Being back home in Charming and involved in club business full time, would make no difference to that.
Bramty nodded and they both walked up to her dorm room, she laid down on her bed feeling it dip as Dad relaxed beside her. She turned to him with a brilliant smile and explained everything that she had figured out and the new plan.
Daddy smirked and shook his head in slight disbelief, "Proud of you, baby girl" he rasped gruffly.
The sound was something that scared many people, but Bramty only found comfort in his voice.
"Thanks Daddy" she smiled softly and snuggled into his side as he started talking about kicking Tig's ass once again in a game of pool that earnt him 100 bucks. "...the fucker really never learns" Dad scoffed.
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Bramty sighed when the music in the garage was turned down, she had been taking full advantage of the opportunity to do a tune up on her bike with the garage being mostly empty for the day.
The interruption was not welcomed.
With a low grumble she looked up from her bike to the mechanic that made his way towards her.
"Uh, Bramty, uh, the police are waiting in the lot... they said they needed to talk to the Sons" the mechanic was someone she had seen around working in the garage for about 5 years now. And while the interruption - both from him and the police was irritating - she got a pleased feeling that she had been the person he went to with this information.
A lot of the hang-arounds only saw her as family to the Sons and very few recognised her as more than just Happy Lowman's daughter.
Bramty smiled at the mechanic and nodded as she stood up, "Great. I'll go hold them off, would you run in and grab Clay?" The mechanic nodded and she went out to the lot while he ran towards the clubhouse.
Sure enough, Hale and two other Deputy's were standing parked in the middle of the lot as they looked around.
Bramty grunted, never having liked Hale and the feeling was mutual - that much had been made clear over the years.
The Deputy had a real hatred for the club, but his hatred got awfully personal when it came to Jax and Opie.
David Hale had gone to school with Donna, Tara, Opie and Jax. Hale was the towns golden boy and had Jax not gone to the same school, Hale would have been the most popular guy attending. However, teen girls seemed to always pick the bad boy over the straight lace jock.
Just like Tara had done.
Donna too.
And David Hale had never forgiven Jax or Opie for that.
When Jax and Opie had told her the story of the real reason that the Deputy hated the club, Bramty had laughed so hard she cried. David Hale - now a 30 year old man - still pined over a woman he couldn't have and felt Jax didn't deserve. It truly took the word petty to a whole new level.
"You girls selling cookies?" Bramty hollered to the three who's attention all shot to her immediately.
"Actually we're investigating a sexual assault" came Hale's smug response as he walked forward to meet her half way across the lot.
Bramty barely held back a sneer of disgust, "You serious?" she felt anger bubble up in her at the accusation. They may be outlaws, heartless killers at that, but nobody associated with the Sons of Anarchy would lay a hand on an innocent woman or child, let alone rape one.
Bramty had been a victim on more than one occasion in her life and knew that pain better than most.
There wasn't a Son she wouldn't gut if they crossed a line like that. And there wasn't a Son who'd stop her from doing it - brother or not.
It was a line they never crossed.
"Yeah" Hale nodded looking very much serious in his accusation. "Now, I need to talk to all the guys that were at the carnival last night. If they're not here, get them here. Now"
Bramty scoffed in his face, her lips quirking up in a half smirk and half sneer of disgust as she narrowed her eyes at the Deputy. "You think a Son had something to do with that rape?" Her glare had Hale taking a subconscious step back in thinly veiled fear.
"Half of them have violent crimes on their rap sheets. Just following logic" he raised his hands to placate her as he offered a bullshit explanation. They both knew there's a huge difference from gun charges and rape.
It was a stretch no cop without a bias would make.
Before she could say anything Hale looked over her shoulder. Bramty knew it was the guys approaching from the sound of their heavy riding boots hitting the pavement. She didn't turn as she focused on glaring Hale down.
"Wasn't it just last week four Oakland cops were busted for prostitution and rape?" came Jax's cocky retort, obviously having caught the end of Hale's explanation for being here.
"Logic tells me we should ask where your dick was last night" Bramty tacked on nodding at Jax when he came to stand beside her, his hand falling to the middle of her back in silent support.
Having their family accused of a crime such as rape was offensive to all of them. But Jax seemed to know Bramty would take such an accusation harsher than any of them would. She gave Jax a thankful smile acknowledging his kind gesture with thankfulness.
They might not get along all the time, but at the end of the day, they were still family.
And family looked out for one another no matter what.
Clay leaned forward, closer to Hales' face with a clearly fake smile, "And don't say 'in your mama'" the President quipped sounding amused despite actually being anything but.
Hale bristled at the retort and continued on like it hadn't happened, "Officers Mann and Dain will be taking your statements. It could take hours"
"I'm trying to run a business here" Clay protested but was cut off by Hales uncaring answer
"We can do it here, or at the station house... wherever you wanna do it" Hale stated clenching his jaw before giving a small smirk as he added, "And don't say 'in your mama'"
Bramty snorted quietly and turned to walk away but Hale quickly stepped in her way earning a snarl from deep in her throat. "Move" she curtly spoke to the Deputy
"I don't, uh, think so" Hale waved a hand at his deputy's over her shoulder before looking back at her smugly. "You have to give a statement. You're not going anywhere until you do just that Bramty" and with that Hale turned on his heel and headed to his truck.
Bramty scoffed watching him drive off before turning back to the two dipshit deputy's he'd left behind to collect 'statements'. Shaking her head she turned to Clay watching as he spoke on the phone to someone who she could only assume was Juice.
Tig threw an arm over her shoulder and guided her in the direction Jax had headed - towards the open garage.
Knowing they were going to be here for a long while Bramty settled on the couch in the breakroom beside Tig. They both looked up to the small TV screen, bored already. Tig stood up and pressed the buttons on the side of the screen until some 'epic fails of the internet' show came on.
Bramty rested her head on his shoulder as they silently watched the mindless show.
Both of them knowing they were being given the run around by Hale right now. It didn't mean they were going to be able to do anything about it just yet though.
Two hours later neither Bramty nor Tig had moved from the couch. Clay sat on a chair occasionally getting up and walking around before coming back. While Jax paced around the garage bay and let out irritated groans every now and then.
Half-Sack had been tasked with following Hale who they figured out probably knew that Elliot had come to the club for help.
It didn't matter though, because Hale was getting dead-end after dead-end.
Unfortunately so were they.
Juice, Opie, Bobby, Chibs and Dad had all reported dead-ends on the leads they had been tasked with chasing down. And Bramty knew that people were a hellova lot more likely to give a Son the truth than a cop.
A cop can't kill you for lying to them; a Son can and will.
"I can't believe these assholes are taking another coffee break!" Jax grumbled as the two cops sat on the hood of their cruiser once again.
"Total jerk-off. Hale knows we're looking for the guy" Clay sighed leaning against the door frame. "We're gonna be here all day"
"Oh!" Tig yelled shooting up in his seat, grinning at whatever idea had just come to him. "Two double tranqiccinos coming up" the SAA smirked wildly.
Bramty chuckled and followed after Tig as he searched for his secret stash of tranquiliser pills to put in the fresh pot of coffee they'd just made. She couldn't of wiped the excited grin off her face if she'd tried, especially not when Tig wore a matching one.
They had gotten up to a good deal of trouble together over the years. This reminded her of those fond childhood memories.
Bramty liked that they could still cause trouble together now.
Clay smirked as he walked into the office raising a brow at them. Tig nodded at the president, "We're looking at a 12 hour nap"
"Nice" Clay smirked
"Comin' for refills" Jax whispered when he too walked into the room
Bramty took the pot from Tig with a wink, a small sweet as sugar smile appeared on her face that had the three men chuckling. "Fresh coffee boys!" she called out sweetly to the officers who smiled at her and accepted the coffee.
"Jax?" Bramty offered with a sly smirk at the VP who grinned and refused politely
They only had to wait a minute before both cops started falling, coffee spilling onto the floor as they passed out. Clay caught one of them and Tig guided the other onto the floor gently. "Whoa... whoa!" Tig chuckled
"That was quick" Jax commented
Clay smirked, "Good to the last drop!"
"Sooo bad" Tig grinned shaking his head,
Bramty giggled as she watched it all happen, a wide and amused smirk made it's way onto her face as she sang, "Don't fall on the floor" and they all laughed as they walked freely out of the lot. A calm ease to their actions, that they probably shouldn't of had, considering they had just left two passed out cops in the breakroom.
Though it wasn't the weirdest thing to happen at this point and none of the mechanics would question it, should they stumble upon the cops.
Bramty sat down next to Abel with a raised brow, she had found him sitting in the clubhouse drowning his sorrows in Jack Daniels. The wince on his face as he downed the drink was more than enough proof that this wasn't the norm for Jax's eldest son. She hadn't spoken to Abel in years and so, while she had been back in Charming for about a month now, she wasn't up to date on the going's on of the Teller family.
It wasn't like Abel, Thomas or even Tara showed their faces at the clubhouse very often anyway.
If they didn't make an effort to be apart of the family, why should she go out of her way for them?
They'd never been close, even growing up, so she was unbothered by the lack of interaction.
"What's up?" Bramty asked taking a seat beside him and making herself a glass as she waited for a response.
Abel looked at her in surprise but only shrugged at the question. Bramty nodded, understanding he didn't want to talk about it. She continued drinking her own drink unbothered by the fact the 16 year old most likely was only allowed to have a beer at his age. Though she herself was still underage, she had been drinking long before she was 16.
"So, you're back in town now?" Abel asked
Bramty nodded with a hum of agreement, "Yup. I'm back, working with the club and everything now"
Abel nodded, "I'm not surprised. Dad always said if there was ever to be a female Son; it'd be you"
Bramty wasn't surprised by that - every Son she'd ever met was pretty much of that same opinion. It was flattering but it didn't mean it was ever going to happen and she had come to accept that. As long as she had their respect, then she was fine with working along side them and doing it without a patch.
"You ever going to prospect?" Bramty wondered, she had never imagined Abel becoming anything but the lawyer Tara wanted him to be.
Then again she hadn't seen him in years - nor did she really know the guy.
"I don't really know" Abel admitted, "I want to... don't get me wrong I like the club, I just don't know if it's a risk I can take"
"What do you mean?" she raised a brow at that, confused on why he would hesitate in becoming a Son if it's something he's interested in doing. Screw being a stuffy lawyer, she'd take a bike and a gun over money and a desk any day.
"You don't know then?" Abel hummed bitterly, "I got my Ex-girlfriend pregnant"
"Well damn Teller" Bramty scoffed with a small snicker - it seemed getting your girlfriend pregnant in high school was a Teller talent.
Considering the fact that it was how Abel came to be born too. Jax and Tara had been in their graduating year, only a few years older than Abel is now.
"Yeah" Abel scoffed knowingly, "It's a boy"
"A boy?" When's she due?" Bramty asked curiously. She hadn't spent much time with Gemma for the last couple weeks she'd been back in town, but she figured preparing for a great-grandchild would be high on the matriarchs list of things to do.
"Already had the baby" Abel revealed and Bramty's eyes widened about to ask more when he continued. "By the time she realised she was pregnant it was too late to do anything but commit to having the baby... she didn't want it though. Mom said she'd help take care of Oscar and we'd deal with it. A few weeks ago my ex freaked and stuck a needle in her arm figuring she could get high and then have a miscarriage"
"Fuck!' Bramty whispered harshly, truly shocked at the lengths this teen girl had gone to get rid of a baby she wasn't even being asked to take care of.
"Yup... guess it's why they called her Wendy-case in the first place" Abel commented dryly with an angry chuckle that seemed like something he was too young to be doing.
Hell he's barely even in high school!
"So...? What's up with the kid then?" Bramty frowned, either Abel was in some serious denial or the kid had somehow made it through that shit.
There had to be some reason Abel is talking about the baby in present tense still.
Abel nodded, "Yeah, right, so her parents found her with the needle in her arm and called an ambulance. They sent Wendy to rehab even though she wasn't an addict... the most she ever did was smoke pot on a weekend or the occasional cigarette. Guess her being a drug addict was easier for them to comprehend than her just wanting to murder a baby"
Bramty snorted at that, "They approved of the baby?"
"Nah. They approved of her giving it to us and pretending it hadn't happened" Abel corrected with an eye roll. Bramty found herself unsurprised at that answer.
"The baby still in hospital then?" she asked assuming that kind of damage to the baby couldn't have been an easy fix.
"Yup. They did an emergency C-section and he was 10 weeks premature. Born with a tear in his abdomen. The tear was from the drugs. We were lucky he didn't have an issue with C.H.D like I had. He would of died if that had been added to his list of injuries" Abel explained quietly, "It's been about three and a half weeks since he was born. He's still touch and go for right now but he's made it 3 weeks when they thought he'd only make it one at most"
"Cause Tellers don't die easy -" Bramty told him remembering the many times Gemma had stated it after Jax's few close calls and when Thomas was born with the C.H.D issue.
"-We just die bloody" Abel finished for her with a chuckle clearly having been told that just as much as she had, it if not more. "Yeah, yeah, I know... apparently that's the Irish in us"
"Sounds like something Gem would say" Bramty nodded with a small laugh
"Yeah, she's worried that it got to Thomas' head since he wants to enlist in the military before becoming a Son" Abel commented on an eye roll
Bramty raised a brow, "How olds Thomas anyway? Like 11?" she scoffed
"12... 13 in a month or so" Abel corrected "And he's been firm on wanting to be a soldier since he was like 9, they thought it would stop once he was older. He just reminds them that Tellers don't die easy and if they do it's bloody - apparently both war and club business fit that criteria"
"Guess he's right" she shrugged before turning back to him with a raised brow, "And that's what had you hesitating on prospecting?" she guessed
Abel nodded, "Well yeah. If something happens to me then Oscars' got no parents" the way he said it was like he thought it would be just him raising a kid on his own without help regardless of his club status.
It had Bramty scoffting, "If something happened to you then you realise every single person in this damn clubhouse would step up to raise that kid, right?" she narrowed her eyes at the slightly surprised look that crossed his face. "I mean, I know you never spent much time around here - at least you didn't before I left - but I've never seen people more loyal to each other than the Sons"
"Yeah" Abel conceded to that point easily, "I just never put much thought to that. I still don't spend that much time around here, only been the past year that I have. I just... do you really think the guys would worry about the kid?" he asked warily
"They cared about me" Bramty pointed out
"Well yeah, but you're Hap's daughter" Abel huffed
Bramty frowned at him confused, before she smirked knowing that he obviously didn't know that she wasn't living here for the first 9 years of her life.
"I was 9 when I came to live with him" she informed Abel who looked surprised at the information. "Before that I was living with my bitch of a mom. Dad didn't know about me until I was 5, even then it was only a few weeks out of the year that I'd see him" she edited the truth slightly as she continued. "When I got kidnapped, they found me and your mom noticed the signs of abuse. Told the club. Dad asked me and I told him some of the real truth about the conditions I'd been living in... he brought me to the club and the guys all took me in without a second thought. I lived in the clubhouse with them all my whole life, each of the guys took care of me, loved me and I never went without"
Abel stared at her in silence for a minute as he took in her words.
Clearly he had been too young to remember the fact she hadn't always been around them despite the fact she is older than him by 4 years.
She couldn't blame him, nobody really talked much about the years before she moved into the clubhouse... they didn't matter anymore.
As soon as she met the guys it had felt like she'd known them all for years.
Bramty had instinctively known she was safe to love and trust them.
They became her family.
And they are her family, always will be - Blood or no blood.
"So, I'm positive that your kid would be fine on the off chance something happens. Hell, even with you kicking they'd all jump in and help if you asked" Bramty added with a smirk, "I think your holding back for some other reason. Using the kid as an excuse for not joining"
Abel only sighed and Bramty grinned as she walked away leaving him to either drown in his sorrows some more or get his ass into gear.
That was just about as much emotional shit she could handle for the rest of the month...
Right now she had a rapist to help find!
And the hope for a little violence was more than enough to have her jogging all the way up the stairs to her dorm. Bramty had to change out of the garage uniform so she could go out and help 'interrogate' the carnie-assholes.
Shit like rape didn't go down in their town.
Not anymore.
Not after the club cracked down on making it clear that things like that would earn someone more than just the police to worry about.
It had to be an outsider.
The only people in town who wouldn't know the consequences that would outweigh any sick, twisted pleasure they'd get from the despicable act.
While some of the guys have their money on the Nords, Bramty's was on the carnival crew that set up Fun-Town once every year. Nord fucks knew that rape in charming would have the Sons hunting them down, if they were gonna do this shit, they wouldn't do it in Charming.
After failure to find any information on both Hale and the Sons parts, Gemma had suggested to Clay that maybe it needed a woman's touch. Bramty was all for that approach. It seemed that Tristan was the only lead they had left to find the sick bastard.
This wall Kristen had built around her daughter wasn't doing the girl any favours.
"Alright" Gemma hummed thoughtfully, "I'll distract Kristen, you've got Tristan?"
Bramty nodded and waited in the hospital hallway for Gemma to distract the Mrs. Oswald, so she could slip past into the hospital room.
And surely enough, moment later Mrs. Oswald was storming outside the hospital away from Gemma and away from Tristian's room.
Bramty shook her head with an amused smirk before nodding at Gemma.
Quickly making her way into the hospital room.
Tristan was laying down with her back to the door but sat up and grabbed her phone quickly when she heard Bramty enter the room. "Hey, chica" Bramty spoke softly as she walked in further
"My mom said I have to call if anyone talks to me" Tristan said, what Bramty was sure was supposed to be a warning of some sort.
Bramty sat down on the edge of the bed quickly and gently placed her hand on the phone Tristan was unlocking. "Hey, it's okay, you don't have to do that. I'm a friend of your Dad's" Bramty watched as Tristan finally took the time to actually look at the person who she was talking to.
The younger girl calmed knowing she really is a friend of Elliot Oswald.
Bramty hadn't ever really talked to Tristan before.
The girl was three years younger than herself - meaning she would have either just turned 18 or the big birthday was coming up soon. Tristan had always been snobby towards the club. Elliot's friendship with Clay and a few of the members, was kept away from his disapproving wife and daughter making it even less likely for the two to interact.
Though it didn't mean they didn't know of each other.
In a town as small as Charming, how could you not?
"Your a biker" Tristan pointed out in recognition, her voice wobbly as she spoke with a wince. Bo doubt uncomfortable with the busted up lip and the bruised chin.
Bramty chuckled softly at the comment but nodded in confirmation, "Yeah. The biker chick... and the guys are all working really hard to get the cabrón who did this to you"
"Really?" Tristan looked surprised, "Why?"
"Cause what was done to you was wrong and can't go unpunished" Bramty answered simply.
She knew that a huge part of why the guys were going after this pendejo so fiercely, is because of what had been done to her as a child. Tig and Daddy still carried unease about the attack in her late teens. Although Bramty knew without a doubt that even if what happened to her hadn't happened, they'd of still found and killed this bastard.
But the rage in a few of the guys eyes told her that on some level it was personal... like somehow if they found this one sick fuck - that they could punish him for the sins of what others had done to her.
Crimes which had gone unanswered. Much to everyone's displeasure.
"Yeah I guess" Came Tristan's dejected answer, "Cause nobody wants their daughters to be broken like I am now"
Bramty snorted - which admittedly, was a highly inappropriate response to the girls sad comment - but she couldn't help it. Although it captured Tristan's shocked attention quickly.
"You're not broken" Bramty disagreed recovering easily
"Easy for you to say" Tristan scoffed with tears welling up in her eyes again. While the comment was supposed to be sarcastic, Tristan didn't realise how right she was about it.
"It is easy for me to say... cause I'm not broken" Bramty answered firmly and ignored Tristan's wide eyes snapping to her as she comprehended the implications of what Bramty had said.
"You- you were - but you don't look-" Tristan stammered
"I don't look what?" Bramty echoed with a raised brow
"Like a girl who'd get raped" Tristan whispered, "Everyone in town knows your just as dangerous as any of the bikers. You're strong, confident, beautiful and intimidating... you and your family are bikers"
Bramty held back a smirk as she tried to be sensitive to the girl who she knew was more in touch with her emotions than Bramty had ever been.
Being emotional just wasn't her personality.
But it is Tristan's, and Bramty didn't want to hurt the girl even more than she had been hurt already.
"When I was little I lived with my mom and she would sell me to men, she let her boyfriends or drug dealers do whatever they wanted to me for years... when my Dad found me - he took me away from it all. Kept me safe. It happened again when I was 17 despite me being who I am" Bramty sighed
"Do you - Will i ever get past this?" Tristan whispered
Bramty nodded, "Sure. It won't be easy, you're probably going to change a lot about your life because of it - but you'll move on one day. You'll always remember, but it won't overwhelm you after a while"
"I remember everything and it plays on a loop in my head" Tristan admitted peaking Bramty's interest although she hid the fact.
Apparently Tristan hadn't remembered anything about the night, according to Kristen.
That wasn't what Bramty was hearing now from the girl... it made her wonder if Mrs. Oswald knows and is keeping it from everyone or if Tristan had just refused to tell.
"I know you do" Bramty nodded unsurprised that the girl really did remember what happened.
It wasn't all that uncommon apparently to block shit like this out, but it was hard to just forget something like this.
"Mom says it'll be better to just keep it a secret" Tristan admitted
Bramty reached out and grasped the uncomfortable looking girls hand. The gesture seemed to cause something in Tristan to snap. Because Bramty couldn't of stopped the recount of what happened spilling out of Tristan if she had tired.
After about a half hour of comforting and reassuring Tristan, Bramty finally left the hospital room with the identity of the rapist. She had noticed the complete difference in the Oswald girl after getting everything off her chest and knowing it wouldn't go unpunished now that she broke her silence.
It made Bramty's discomfort in dealing with other peoples emotions worth it - even if she didn't particularly like Tristan.
She didn't have to like someone to know they didn't deserve to be raped!
Bramty nodded at Gemma who she found in the hallway talking to Tara. Gemma met her halfway with an expectant brow raised, "You get a name?"
"The clown" Bramty supplied pulling out her phone
"You got it?" Clay asked immediately when he answered
"The clown at fun town... the same one Jax, Bobby and Tig almost drowned" She told the president remembering how Tristan had told her that she'd seen the Sons messing with the pendejo earlier in the day.
"Alright. You know where to meet us" Clay said before they hung up.
"The boys going to handle it?" Gemma asked though it was phrased as more of a statement than a question. Both of them knowing the guys were doing just that.
"Yeah. And I've got a clown to castrate so let's get going" Bramty smirked and they headed for the parking lot.
Bramty arrived at the fair grounds just in time to join the rest of SAMCRO as they stormed through the grounds of the fair which had shut down already. The group made their way over to the camp where the carnie guys were sitting around a fire.
"Hear you're harbouring a fugitive." Jax called out.
The eyes of the sleazy, pendejo carnies all fell on the group who's arrival had been silent until now.
Bramty stiffened when a few of them leered in her direction. Dads hand on her back said he noticed it too. She was thankful Dad didn't make a move to draw attention to the disgusting men eyeing her like she was dessert. The last thing she needed was the guys thinking they had to protect her instead of letting her fight.
"What are you gonna do about it?" One of the guys challenged.
"Citizens arrest." Clay sneered as he hit him square in the jaw, sending the man flying back onto his ass in the dirt.
Another guy tried to catch Clay off guard as the fight started, which landed him right next to his buddy on the ground.
For an old man, Clay sure does have a mean right hook!
Bramty waisted no time in joining her family in the fight. And there was no mistaking that her ability to fight was equal, if not better, than most of theirs.
The fight was painful, brutal and messy, and it only stopped when every carnie was writhing on the ground in pain.
Bramty met Dads eyes, both of them doing a quick and silent inspection of the other. Once she was satisfied that Dad was perfectly fine, she turned her attention to Tig who was spitting a piece of a carnies ear out of his mouth.
She quirked a brow and chuckled at Tigs antics.
The SAA in question only gave an innocent smile in response. "C'mon Doll" Tig beckoned her to his side with a grin.
Bramty smiled fondly at the man and wrapped her arm around his waist as they walked to meet Chibs and Bobby.
When they arrived in the woods the rapist was on his knees in the dirt, crying in fear.
Elliot arrived only moments later with a face full of anger, uncertainty and determination. In that moment Bramty wasn't entirely sure that Elliot wouldn't go through with the plan.
Not that she minded either way.
Clays plan worked no matter what.
"Here's the scumbag that raped your little girl." Clay pointed as the mans muffled protests grew louder against the gag. "Cattle guys call this an elsie maker… It's used to cut the balls off of bulls."
"Strip him." Tig ordered to Chibs and Bobby, who pulled the rapists pants down.Jax moving to help them.
"Jesus." Elliot muttered, tears in his eyes with his hands trembling in disgust both at the rapist and what he was about to do to said rapist.
"He deserves every second of the pain." Bramty coaxed meeting Elliots eyes knowing what she was saying is the truth.
Elliot nodded as he grabbed the knife and walked up to the restrained carnie clown. Dropping to his knees, Elliot prepared to press the tip of the blade against the blubbering man's skin, as the sick fuck continued to plead and cry for help.
It quickly became too much for Elliot Oswald to handle, shaking in frustration before he ripped himself away from the currently unharmed rapist.
"Oh Jesus." Bobby groaned.
Bramty smirked watching Clays improved plan unfold before her eyes. Clay returned the subtle smirk showing he was just as pleased with how things were going. Both of them eyeing the knife which had dropped from Elliot's hand, to the ground.
"Wadda ya wanna do here Elliot?" Clay asked on a forced sigh
"I'm sorry." Elliot shook his head and walked away to his car muttering something Bramty didn't catch.
Clay quickly picked up the knife with his gloves. Bramty pulled out the plastic bag she'd brought and traded it for the knife.
Seeing this, Jax ripped his grip away from the rapist letting someone else take his place before the scumbag could break away from Bobby. Clay nodded to Bramty as she stepped forward to finish the job.
Her own gloves protected her from leaving fingerprints on the weapon.
Everyone but Dad, Clay and Tig watched her in confusion. Wondering what she was doing since this wasn't a part of the discussed plan.
They didn't have to wonder long as she brought the knife to the clowns nutsack and cut deep into the flesh. In one swift move the organ was detached and the pendejos excruciating screams were the only thing left.
"WHAT the HELL?!" Bobby yelled
"Clay!" Opie said in protest at the same time as Bobby
Along with jax's "Don't make her do this!"
Few of her family had realised how dangerously lethal Bramty really is... Clay and Dad seemed to have always know, while Tig had caught on in her teens, but never truly witnessed it.
The rest still had no idea to what extent she inflicted pain.
To what extent she was willing to go without much thought.
And it was a lot further than this... but she had figured this was enough of a show to make them realise she hadn't been going from Charter to Charter to party.
Bramty stood up from the man who was lying in the dirt, bleeding out, and placed the knife in the bag that Clay quickly extended to her.
"Guess this day was always coming ..." Bobby thought out loud as he looked between Bramty and her Dad.
Dad walked over and placed an arm around her shoulder, giving her a proud smile and a respectful nod. Bramty beamed at him and tucked herself into his side happily.
"Tacoma Killer and the SAMCRO Princess." Clay smirked at the father and daughter pair of killers.
Bramty could only grin at the recognition from Clay.
As they were walking back to their bikes Bramty sighed, "Daddy Can we go get milkshakes?"
"Yeah baby girl" Dad nodded with an amused chuckle as Tig snorted from behind them.
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