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 6

Bramty was lounging in the convertible Dad and Tig were fixing in one of the garage bays. They all saw Half-Sack pull up in the truck with the clubs AK's. She gave Half-Sack a nod from across the lot, noting the fact that he looked tiered.

"He's a good patch in" Tig mumbled with appreciation, "Really stepped up. More than any patch in I've seen before"

Both Bramty and Dad nodded at that - it was true.

In fact, only the three of them really understood how true that was considering what happened when they'd patched Half-Sack in.

"He ain't the type to pull off a hit or nothin' but he'll protect his own and get shit done" Dad rasped in a rare compliment from the harsh man.

Bramty knew Daddy held a lot of respect for Half-Sack because he had helped and protected her while Dad was away in prison. After all, Half-Sack had gone against a brother to look out for her - something the patches weren't supposed to do.

No matter what happens.

"Awe shit - that looks like trouble" Bramty muttered taking her feet off the dashboard and sitting up straighter in the seat. A woman - young, redhead, big tits, little ass - jumped out of the passenger side of the truck after Half-Sack.

This woman gave Bramty the sweetbutt vibe.

Watching shit go down had her shaking her head sadly.

Clay slammed Half-Sack into the side of the truck yelling, "What the hell is she doing here, huh?"

Half-Sack shook his head, "She told me she was getting out in-" he tried to tell the President but was cut off by the woman trying to pull him away from an angry Clay.

"It's not his fault! Okay? I'm just here to talk to someone and then I'll go if you want! Please!" the red-head looked like she was about to cry as she screamed at Clay.

Everyone in the lot was watching now.

"You talk to somebody in some other charter. You got that, sweetbutt?" Clay sneered and Bobby moved to back Clay up.

"Get the hell out of here!" Bobby spat

Juice, who had frozen to watch the scene, now jumped into action and grabbed the woman by the arm leading her off the lot. She didn't fight Juice - in fact, Bramty noticed that the woman seemed to have a lot to say to Juice.

Had he been the one this bitch broke the rules to come see?

"What were you thinking man?" Bobby hit Half-Sack on the back of the head. "Just cause your Old Lady was a sweetbutt don't mean they're all welcome to come chasing patches"

"Awe shit man!" Half-Sack grumbled, "What was I supposed to do? Just throw her out of the truck? She told me she wanted out miles back when I let her ride with me... I didn't think she was trying to get here until it was too late"

Bobby just huffed and walked away leaving Half-Sack to meet the intimidating stare of Gemma Teller-Morrow. Bramty shook her head as she and the guys watched Half-Sack about to be reminded why Gemma lasted in this life for so long.

"Well that ain't good" Tig mumbled, "Gemma's gonna cut Pres' balls off"

"He was nailing that little puta?" Bramty asked knowing it had to of been at the patch over party since that was the only time Clay and the guys had been at another charter in a while.

Dad gave her a look, "Ain't your place, baby girl"

"I wasn't saying it was" Bramty huffed, she knew this life and everything that came with it. What just happened didn't diminish Clay or Gemma in her eyes.

Bramty knew that the couple were strong enough to get past this.

It should never have come to Charming but it wasn't anybody's fault.

"They'll work it out, don't worry" Tig assured her with a dismissive hand wave. "Everyone will be alright. This will blow over between Clay and Gemma-"

"I know that, Tig" Bramty snapped at the SAA who seemed surprised by the change. "I ain't a niñita no more. I know this shit and I don't care about it - that's Clay and Gemma's business not mine. I'll be in the clubhouse" she jumped over the side of the car and walked away.

Bramty wasn't entirely sure why she'd jumped down Tig's throat so quickly.

She knew that he was just trying to make sure she knew Clay and Gemma would be fine despite all this shit.

The thing is though; she doesn't need his assurances.

Bramty knew about Clay and Gemma's 'road rules' and she knew why they were in place.

It didn't bother her at all - never really had.

Of course as a teen she had readily helped Gemma in her 'who's dick is bigger' pissing contest with any croweater or sweetbutt who pushed up on Gemma's man... but where Clay's dick was put never affected Bramty, it was between him and Gemma.

What Bramty didn't like, was the fact that the guys still treated her like they needed to sugar coat shit.

Tig waving off a problem was unnecessary. Especially when she had seen the worry in his eyes when he watched Gemma pull Half-Sack into the office. This bitch showing up here was a problem - a small problem, but a problem nonetheless - and one that she was perfectly able to handle.

Clay was sitting at the bar with a beer in hand when she walked into the clubhouse. He looked up at her with wary eyes knowing she had seen all that shit outside. Bramty knew he was waiting for some reaction from her - waiting to have to calm her down or explain himself.

Because as a woman, they all think this shit has to matter to her, doesn't it?

But she was completely unaffected by this mess.

So, Bramty sat down at the bar, tapped the countertop until the croweater placed a beer in front her, and she sipped it like nothing had happened. She felt Clay's eyes on her the whole time. Bramty turned to him with a raised brow, "What's up Pres?"

Clay frowned in confusion, "You ain't gonna say shit about it?"

"You want me to?" Bramty chuckled only confusing the man further. With an irritated sigh Bramty stood and turned to Clay noticing that Tig and Bobby were also in the room now. "Look, just cause I got a pussy don't mean I'm gonna get all up and offended cause you put your dick in someone who wasn't your Old Lady, alright?" she huffed exasperatedly ignoring the three men's surprised faces. "I love Gemma, and I love you Clay - If Gem calls for some company when she marks her territory, I'll be there... but aside from that, nothing changes. It's a problem between you and Gem; you guys'll fix it. Nobody has to keep an eye on me waiting for me to get mad, cause I'm not"

Clay seemed to let out a breath of relief as he nodded thankfully at her - she understood his reaction and she knew he had been worried she would be mad at him too. Bramty shook her head and kissed Clay's cheek, patting him on the back as she left the room.

She didn't stick around to wait for Bobby or Tig to snap out of their shocked state as they comprehended her words.

She's grown, and she doesn't need them watching out for her feelings.

Never really had.

Before she could get to her dorm room, her phone rang. She pulled it out of her pocket to reveal Celia's name flashing across her screen. Bramty answered with a smile, "Hola, Celia"

"Hola bitch! ¿Estás ocupada haciendo algo en este momento?" Celia asked happily. (Are you busy with anything right now?)

Bramty checked the time knowing Church wouldn't be until just before lunch today. They had to wait for Jax to get back from selling to a few Jarheads Piney knows.

"No... what's up? I got about 2 hours free... you have something in mind, Chica?"

"Sure do" Celia chirped, "Wanna come over and meet Pablo?"

"Oh shit" Bramty's eyes widened. "Sure, I'd love to meet mi sobrino"

"Great. Come on over, I'll make some coffee - listen, I was hoping you'd help me plan his birthday a little. I'd ask Rosa but she'll go overboard on everything" Celia laughed

"Ay, Ay, Ay I've got a headache just thinking about Rosa getting near any type of event planning" Bramty joked laughing as she agreed to come over and hung up the phone.

It didn't take long for her to reach Celia's small house in Oakland.

It wasn't the best house in the barrio but it was enough for a single mother with one child. Better than what Celia would of had if she had been the one to pay for a home - this was just one of the ways that the Mayans stepped up to help Celia after she got pregnant.

With Celia's Daddy dead and a mother who takes religion and tradition too seriously, Celia didn't really have any blood family left.

All the 21 year old has is the club for family.

And the Mayan's take care of their family; blood or not.

Walking up the driveway Bramty didn't even get to knock on the door before it was opened and Celia pulled her into a hug.

"Hola mi amiga" she chuckled returning the hug.

Celia pulled back and ushered her into the house, towards the lounge room. It was nicer on the inside than Bramty had expected. The outside was small, a classic Spanish style home with barely any front yard. However, the inside make the entire house feel a bit bigger. The place was nicely decorated giving off a warm, family vibe.

"Nice" Bramty chuckled looking at the giant silver crucifix hung on the centre wall of the living room.

Celia laughed, "I know, I know. I'm not as crazy as mama pero do I still believe"

Bramty nodded in understanding as Celia handed her a warm cup of coffee. They say in the couch and relaxed. Celia a set a tray of delicious looking Mexican sugar cookies on the table. They were messily decorated, as if a child had done it, and Bramty looked around for Pablo.

"Where's Pablo?" she raised a brow curiously.

Celia had sent her photos over the years that included the boy. Bramty had also seen the videos on Celia's social media, but she had yet to meet the boy in person.

Celia beamed, "He's on the phone to Diana - she called to ask what he wanted for su tercer cumpleaños"

"What does he want?" Bramty wondered not really having any experience in buying kids birthday gifts.

What are three year olds even interested in?

"Oh, no, no, you don't have-" Celia waved it off but Bramty cut her friend off with a pointed look.

"Yo soy familia, ¿no?" Bramty questioned seeing Celia nod. "Then I'll buy him a gift for his third birthday. I'm staying in town now and I missed so much of my families life while I was gone... I don't want that anymore, I want to be a part of everything, I want mi familia back Celia"

Celia smiled as she nodded, "Everyone missed you so much Bramty. You're a bigger part of our family than I think you realise. Nada ha sido igual desde que dejaste California. La distancia no será para siempre, no si no quieres que lo sea" (Nothing has been the same since you left California. The distance won't be forever - not if you don't want it to be. )

"I don't want it to be" Bramty assured Celia with a warm smile that could only ever be brought out by her family.

Neither of them got the chance to say more as Pablo ran into the room. The almost three year old, paused seeing a stranger talking to his mom.

"Mama?" the boy looked to Celia who smiled.

"Pablo, nino, I want you to meet Tia Bramty" Celia took the phone from Pablo who turned curious eyes on Bramty.

He seemed to be studying Bramty just as much as she was him.

Bramty wasn't good with children. She didn't particularly like them - at least not for long amounts of time.

For family, however, Bramty would do anything and that included pushing her discomfort aside to get to know her nephew. Because as much as she didn't like children - she loves her family.

"Hola Pablo" Bramty smiled, "How was your talk with Abuelita?"

Pablo nodded and walked closer to Bramty so he could get a cookie from the table as he answered. "Abuela Diana is going to buy me a present. Abuelo Marc was on the phone too, he said hi and that he would see me on my birthday. And Tio Esai will come to sing happy birthday too"

"I'll bet your going to get muchos regalos" Bramty chuckled at Pablo's excited grin as the boy nodded and ate his cookie. "Tell Tía what you want, something different to what you told Abuela, huh?"

Pablo nodded and that was all it took for the boy to warm up to her; the promise of a birthday gift.

Celia chuckled as she watched Pablo come to sit up on the couch beside Bramty to tell her all about these cool spinning cars he's seen on the television ads in between his favourite cartoon episodes.

"Ay, Ay, Ay those advertisements are going to cost you a fortune, mi amiga" Bramty shook her head on a chuckle as she looked over at Celia once Pablo had finished talking and moved to grab another cookie.

Celia scoffed, "I know. These companies show kids these cool, flashy videos of random toys and it's all I hear about for weeks - I'm not sure what he likes better; the cartoon or the toy ads"

The two spent another hour chatting.

They had started talking about what Celia would need for Pablo's birthday party. Celia decided that she was going to take Diana and Marcus up on their offer to host the family event in the Álvarez backyard.

It was the perfect house for hosting large events such as this one.

When Bramty's phone buzzed with a message of Church in 10 minutes she stood and pressed a kiss to Pablo's forehead. "I have to go back home now, mi amore"

"Will you come back soon?" Pablo asked looking between Bramty and his madre for confirmation.

Both women smiled and nodded making the boy cheer happily.

"Thanks for having me, it was nice sitting and hanging out" Bramty said to Celia hugging her friend and pressing a kiss to each of Celia's cheeks as Celia returned the gesture.

"It really was nice, wasn't it? I missed this... I mean, I've always been close with the others pero I miss you the most" Celia chuckled walking Bramty to the door. "You're coming on Sunday right? To Pablo's birthday?"

Bramty smiled and nodded, "I'll be there, Celia"

"Oh and you can bring your Papi if you want?" Celia offered. "Just no Kutte if he comes with"

Quirking a brow Bramty wondered why Dad was getting an invite to this?

Nobody had really ever invited him to things before... unless it was an event that they were throwing for Bramty.

"I can ask him, but what's with the invite?"

Celia looked a little unsure now as she shrugged and sighed. "Well, I mean, I was talking to Diana the other day and she told me about how Esai doesn't want kids or to settle down... she was saying that was one of the reasons why she considers Pablo her grandson - not that she wouldn't of if Esai did have a kid. It's just that she likes having a big family, I figured that maybe Happy would too?"

Bramty stared at Celia, her mind spinning as she thought about that.

Would Daddy want to have a grandchild one day?

Did Dad wish that she wanted to have a child of her own?

Would her own Abuela want great-grandchildren?

"If I'm overstepping, Bramty, just say-" Celia started

"Nah, your not chica" Bramty smiled calming Celia down. "I just never thought much about that, is all. I'll call when he gives an answer - I don't know what he's got planned yet"

"Alright. See you soon" Celia smiled and shut the door as Bramty headed for her bike - she was gonna be late for Church at this rate.

Bramty arrived at the clubhouse just in time and flashed the guys a smile as she walked through the doors behind Bobby who got there the same time as she did. She had sped all the way from Oakland and was lucky she hadn't gotten a ticket for her law breaking speeds.

"How'd this morning go?" she wondered as they all walked through the double wide wooden doors. Dropping their phones on the pool table she moved to take her seat.

"Jarhead's were dicks" Jax shrugged taking his seat at the table. "Piney made them happy, so it went smoothly"

"Any tails?" Clay asked

Jax shook his head, "Nah, doubled back three times; nobody followed"

Clay nodded then turned his attention to Chibs who had just got back today from following McKeevy. "Who'd McKeevy talk to?"

"A few gun brokers, some Irish ex-pats, some fat black hookers" Chibs smirked and a few of the guys snickered.

Tig chuckled, "Where's he at now?"

"Port Authority contacts. We got a week, then he wants his 200k" Chibs sighed removing his gloves and sunglasses as he spoke.

This wasn't good for them because they didn't have the money yet.

And week might not be enough time to get it.

"We're working on that..." Clay nodded on a sigh, all of them knowing it was going to be a lot of work to pull that shit off.

"Clay, he made it very clear" Chibs leaned forward seriously, "We gotta have the money up front for the IRA to keep them flush, otherwise they sell to the Russians - and we loose our Irish pipeline"

"Laroy's gonna take his three orders today. If we convince Jury to buy some of those guns..." Bobby offered helpfully

Tig scoffed, "At a discount, Laroy knows we need the cash - he ain't paying full price"

Bramty sighed understanding both sides of this argument. Yes, they'd be selling at a discount but they needed the cash and fast. "It's either that or spend a month finding a better buyer" she told Tig knowing they didn't have much of an option.

Jax nodded, "At least this way Laroy puts 50 grand in out pockets. Plus the 10 I got this morning with Piney. Then the Chinese money..,"

"Gets us half way" Opie added nodding

Clay sighed and nodded in reluctant agreement - paying McKeevy was more important right now than Laroy managing to get himself a discount.

However, before the President could actually say anything there was a knock at the Church doors.

Half-Sack stood and opened it revealing one of the Hang-arounds who sighed, "You guys have company" and everyone stood quickly to check on who it was.

Hands on guns, they made their way towards the shiny black cars that just pulled up outside.

Clay led the way and only when everyone realised they were government marked cars did they remove their hands from any illegal weapon they'd had.

"Well, you're either Feds or limo drivers" Clay quipped.

A woman in a pantsuit stepped forward, dirty brown hair cropped at her shoulders, a cocky smirk on her face as she produced her badge. "Agent Stahl; ATF, and I'm looking for the owner of Teller-Morrow Automotive" she spoke looking directly at Clay knowing he was the man in question.

"That would be me" Clay nodded playing along

"Come on, let's go" Hale took a pair of handcuffs off his belt. Clay sighed knowing he was being arrested and didn't fight the deputy as he secured the handcuffs on him.

"You gonna bother to mention a charge?" Clay retorted sarcastically as he was led to the backseat of the fancy government car.

"No charges yet" Agent Stahl smirked, "I just need to discuss our relationship to a one 'Nate Meineke'"

"Who?" Clay frowned actually confused

Bramty shook her head and sighed in irritation - this Agent clearly knew what she was doing. She'd the cuffs on Clay before announcing he wasn't even being charged; smart move. Because now Clay can't get out of going for a chat at the station like he would of, had he known they had nothing on him.

"Nate Meineke. He is one of the men who held up a prison transport vehicle this morning. Killed three people with AK-47's. We found Mr. Meineke's cell phone at the scene and his last call was from your garage" Agent Stahl informed them confidently as she gave them all pointed looks.

Her gaze landed on Bramty and for a split second confusion and a mix of curiosity flashed across the woman's face.

Clearly the bitch knew how the club worked - at least enough to know there was a clear divide between the men and the usual women around here.

Even Old Ladies wouldn't be standing near here to listen to this arrest... at least any Old Lady who wasn't Gemma.

"Preference?" Stahl asked Clay motioning to the car

"Lady's choice" Clay smirked back

Stahl laughed, "Oh! Tattoo's and chivalry. Delicious combination" and moved to help Clay into the backseat.

Once the agents drove off, Jax glared at Piney as everyone stood around waiting to see what was gonna happen next. Jax is in charge now and Bramty wasn't sure how that was gonna go down.

"I was in the garage, I called Nate to confirm the meet. I never thought anything like this would happen" Piney explained sadly. "I let friendship interfere with business, I know better than that"

"We need to get a hold of your friend, Piney" Jax sighed angrily. "Set a meet - we're gonna set the record straight"

"Nate would not rat on me" Piney argued knowing full well what would go down at this meeting if it happened.

"No" Jax agreed nodding, "But his dipshit of a kid sure as hell would"

"It's just a matter of time before the feds connect you to Nate and come after you too" Opie sighed going up to his Dad and clapping the old man on the back.

Piney only scoffed, "You know, Opie, I don't give a shit. How's that?" The willingness to help fix this mess was quickly fading as Piney realised he'd have to turn on his lifelong friends to do so.

Bramty couldn't blame him for not liking it, she wouldn't if she were him.

If her friends threatened the club... she wouldn't stand in the way of what needed to be done. Not when those friends knew exactly the risks they were taking when choosing to be a part of this type of shit.

The reaper would come chasing at some point no matter who you are...

"Yeah, well I do" Jax quickly came to Opies defence as Piney grew angrier. Shaking his head the VP looked to Opie, "Take him to the cabin"

"Oh, so you're calling the shots now, huh?" Piney scoffed at Jax

"Yeah I am" Jax nodded confidently, "Until Clay gets back, the VP patch means I'm in charge... shit falls on my back right now"

"Yeah" Piney grumbled starting to walk away, "On the backs of children" With that, Opie followed after his father giving Jax a clap on the back and an apology for the disrespect.

Bramty didn't exactly have all the confidence that Jax would pull through under pressure.

However, it didn't change anything - VP is still in charge.

Whether she likes it or not.

"Juice look for some shit to cover our asses" Jax ordered then turned to Bobby, "Call Trammel... let get those guns to Laroy"

Bramty looked up at her father and shrugged her shoulders - there wasn't anything she could do right now to help.

Maybe she would call Gemma and let her know what's going on? Check in after shit from this morning.

"Where'd you disappear to this morning?" Dad asked with a raised brow

Bramty smirked, "Where do you think I went?" He didn't look impressed by the evasion of his question and she only laughed. Rolling her eyes she answered, "Celia called. I went over and had coffee, met mi sobrino finally"

"Yeah?" he raised a brow. "How olds the kid?"

"About to turn three in a few days. Which reminds me - you busy Sunday?" she asked seeing him shake his head no. "Great. Then do you wanna come with me to this birthday party? It's a barbeque at Diana and Marcus' place... no Kutte and I got the present handled"

Happy sighed and nodded, "Guess" was all he said before turning and heading for the bar.

Bramty knew that not even she could make him go somewhere he didn't want to go. So, she took that as a yes he'd attend.

With a small chuckle she pulled out her phone dialling Gemma's number after shooting Celia a quick text letting her know Dad would come.

"Hey?" Gemma answered

"Hola, where you at?" Bramty asked heading for her bike. "We got a croweater's ass to beat, or what?"

Bramty fired up her Harley and nodded at Jax before peeling out of the lot.

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-o0o-

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Bramty sat crossed legged on one of the couches in the clubhouse. Dad sat beside her sipping his beer as they waited to be tasked to do something. She had just got off the phone with Vegas and Indian Hills Club Presidents making sure everything was in place for the upcoming charity run.

Jax had been scrambling since Clay's arrest, but he was managing to keep his shit together so far. It wasn't a good situation the club was in currently.

Everyone was doing what needed to be done in Clay's absence.

"Nothing's come up in my searches on Meineke other than some discount mufflers" Juice announced walking over to where Jax was pacing in front of the pool table.

"That's good" Jax nodded and breathed a little easier with that news.

The last thing they needed was to find out that the ATF might have something more than a circumstantial case right now.

They had to work under the assumption that ATF has evidence, but thankfully, it was looking like all they really had on SAMCRO was a theory and some bluffing skills.

"What's going on?" Piney demanded to know as he walked through the clubhouse doors - while he should have been at the cabin still with Opie.

Bramty winked at the old man and he paused in his angry strides to give her a nod.

She had known Piney was too stubborn to be told to go hide and actually listen.

Silently Bramty held an expectant hand out to her father who slapped a 5 note in her hand with a huff. He had put his money on Piney reluctantly respecting an order and Opie keeping him from changing his mind.

"I thought I told you to go to the cabin?" Jax yelled exasperatedly, the stress was getting to the VP apparently.

Not that Bramty could blame him - but she couldn't help but think that Clay would have handled this with more grace and efficiency.

Piney put up a hand to silence Jax, the dismissive gesture making Bramty muffle a snort. Jax grit his teeth but listened when Piney spoke. "Nate reached out. They're in some survivalist bunker outside of Woodridge forest"

"Great" Jax sighed nodding to an apologetic looking Opie who walked up behind his father. "You set up a meet"

"Yeah, and then what happens?" Piney demanded gruffly

"They killed three people in cold blood, what the hell do you think happens?" Jax stared with indignation

Bramty rolled her eyes and stepped in between the men, she looked up at Piney sadly and rested her hand on his arm. "Piney, they're a direct link to the club. It doesn't matter who they killed... but if they go down and ATF ties that shit to us?" she pursed her lips as she saw the resignation in the old mans eyes as his anger faded to sadness. "I'm sorry" she whispered quietly and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

He wouldn't of liked her letting people see his sadness about what was going to happen to the men he considers friends.

She knew that.

Which was why she whispered it and stood to kiss his cheek, giving him time to collect himself.

"Alright" Piney nodded gruffly, his grumpy look back in place as he turned on his heels and left the clubhouse with Opie following after him.

It was then that Bobby and Chibs walked in the room. Bobby shook his head at Jax who sighed deeply. "Just talked to Trammel. The feds got a warrant to rip this place up"

"Shit" Bramty muttered shaking her head in irritation at the bad turn the day had taken.

"We won't be able to get the guns out in time" Juice worried

"Yeah, well feds open them oil barrels... we all got a new charter - Stockton State Prison" Bobby sighed grabbing a beer from the bar

"Yeah" Jax scrubbed a hand down his face. "Bobby, go meet with Laroy. Pick up our money. Tell him he'll have his guns by the end of the day"

Chibs raised a brow, "You gonna Houdini this shite out of here?" everyone looked to Jax wanting to know what the plan was.

"I'll figure it out" Jax assured them walking away.

Bramty turned back to Dad with a raised brow before she shrugged helplessly and took a seat back on the couch.

He tucked her into his side and she let out a content breath - there wasn't anything she could do right now.

Instead of worrying she relaxed and put it to the back of her mind.

"You want grandkids or some shit?" Bramty asked suddenly and winced as soon as the words left her mouth - regretting it instantly.

She was afraid of Dads answer but she'd never admit to that.

Dad tensed and stared at her with creased brows. "You tryin' to tell me some shit?"

"No!" Bramty rushed out quickly, vehemently shaking her head - telling him she is pregnant was not what she was trying to do. Bramty sighed, "I was just wondering if you wanted grandkids or not? I mean, I know Abuela wants great-grandkids some day... what is your opinion on the topic? That's all I'm asking"

Daddy nodded slowly after a second of searching her face for any sign of deceit. Clearly relaxing a little knowing she wasn't pregnant.

"Dunno" Dad shrugged, "I don't really care either way. I want you to have a life your happy with... whatever that includes is fine by me"

Bramty huffed in irritation.

That wasn't an answer!

"If I said I wanted to have kids?" she asked with a raised brow, keeping her face blank as she tried to figure out if there was more to what he was saying.

She didn't doubt that he wanted her to enjoy her life, but that wasn't what she was asking.

Dad narrowed his eyes at her and sighed, "Then I'd ask if you were sure? I'd tell you to really think that through... can't give kids back"

He looked like he had more to say and that worried her - especially when he looked away instead of speaking his mind.

"Tell me" Bramty demanded

"You thinking that you want a kid sometime?" he asked quieter than she had heard him in a long time.

Bramty only shrugged as she watched the gears turning in his mind. The odd look that crossed his face when she let him think she was wanting kids made her wonder what he was thinking even more.

"You ain't pregnant, right?" Dad asked again with narrowed eyes.

Bramty shook her head, "I am not pregnant. Promise"

Dad nodded and out a breath of relief at hearing that.

Bramty narrowed her eyes at him. "Can you just spit it out? I want to know what your thinking Daddy"

"I'm thinking you'd hate it" Dad breathed out moving to sit forward as he avoided looking in her direction.

Bramty raised a brow, not that he could actually see it though. "Why?" she questioned

"Look, Bramty, I love you more than I've ever loved anything else" Dad stated in a low grumble. "It's just - me and you ain't made to be parents. Only reason we work is cause we're the same... you have a kid, it's most likely not gonna be like what we have. I just don't think that's the life for you baby girl; but if it's what you want..." he trailed off sighing

Bramty grabbed his hand and forced him to look at her again. Daddy looked surprised to see only love and adoration in her eyes. He frowned in clear confusion as she launched herself into his arms, a relieved breath leaving her as soon as he hugged her back.

"I didn't mean to scare you" Bramty chuckled, "I just needed to know. Diana wants grandkids, she wishes Esai wanted them, but he doesn't. I don't want kids either pero I needed to know that you weren't gonna wish you had some grandkids"

Daddy growled and shook his head when they pulled apart, "That's some stupid shit, baby girl. Even if I did want more family, I'd never want you to do something you didn't want just for me"

"I know" she nodded, "I still needed to know - for my own peace of mind Daddy"

"Estas loca chica" Daddy sighed and leaned back in the chair. "Fuck I need another beer now!" he snapped

While the nearest croweater scurried to get him a beer, Jax rushed through the door with the others behind him firing off question after question.

Jax paused and smirked at them all, "Grab me some garbage bags and duck tape"

Juice nodded reluctantly and went to grab the shit Jax asked for despite none of them knowing why.

Bobby sighed, "I don't know what fire was lit under you ass just then, but... I got word from Laroy; he won't touch the AK's"

"Aye" Chibs nodded, "Nobody's going ter touch 'em after the shite that went down this mornin'"

"Well, we can worry about that later" Jax sighed, "Right now, it's all about the shit" the VP smirked again before gesturing to the septic truck outside the club window. "That's how we get the guns out"

Bramty looked at Dad who's brows were raised. She shook her head muttering, "¿Y me estás llamando loco? El es el loco" to her father who couldn't argue that point right now.

Jax's idea was a little crazy...

When the Feds finally pulled up to the clubhouse and flooded the TM lot with their sirens and yelling. Bramty, Dad, Tig, Bobby, Chibs, Half-Sack, Juice and Jax were all waiting casually outside on the picnic bench. They had got the guns out already, along with any other illegal shit they'd had.

Whatever theory that the ATF had gone to a judge with to get a warrant, was about to be just that - a theory - because there sure as shit ain't any evidence in the clubhouse.

The cops rushed at them grabbing and forcing them all to the ground on their stomachs, legs apart, hands flat on the concrete.

Hale grabbed Bramty's arm and eased her onto the floor, "Face on the pavement. Spread your legs!" he yelled the same as the other cops grabbing the guys.

"Hey, uh, don't you think your a little old for her?" Juice smirked at Hale and gave Bramty a wink when she laughed at the quip.

Hale only huffed in annoyance and backed away going towards the clubhouse to search.

"You smell nice" Bobby smirked up at Stahl as she paced by him. Sending the group into laughter as they watched the agents turn up nothing.

"Trynna tell me something?" Bramty raised a brow at Bobby

Bobby chuckled, his round stomach making his whole body move as he laughed. "You always smell nice, Bramty" he assured her smirking. "Just surprised these pigs bathed just to come see us"

That earnt the man laughter from them all while the cops around them watched on, unimpressed.

The next three hours continued the same with one of them joking or talking while the cops and ATF agents grew annoyed at the lack of evidence.

Though they continued to search every inch of the clubhouse.

Finally when they decided there was nothing to find, the cops left.

Jax, Bobby and Juice went up to the cabin to meet Piney and Opie. Piney was going to take them up to the survival bunker with some explosives. They couldn't risk Nate or his son talking to the cops.

Not after their close call today.

Juice, Chibs and Half-Sack went to the septic tank to retrieve the guns - a task Bramty did not envy.

She stayed behind to call in the croweater's to come help clean up the clubhouse.

The cops had torn the place up, they'd searched every inch of the place for sure.

Bramty wandered through the place checking out the damages. She found Jax's room was particularly destroyed. It looked like someone got mad when they didn't find anything because shelves were ripped off the walls, the posters shredded, desk smashed in half. A baseball bat was laying on the floor in the room clearly having been used to make this mess. Pictures of Jax and family - Jax and Tara, Abel and Wendy, Oscar and Gemma, Clay and Gemma - were shredded into pieces on the wardrobe.

"Shit" Dad shook his head coming up behind her in the doorway. "They did a real number on this place. The other bedrooms are better off thankfully. Everything's still a mess though" he sighed

Bramty nodded, "Hey, uh, did you see that Agent - Kohn or whatever his name was? Was he here tonight?" she asked thoughtfully.

Dad nodded slowly, "Yeah. He's the one who got Jax onto the ground... I only noticed cause Jax almost had his face smashed onto the pavement" The frown on Dads face deepened as he looked around Jax's room. "You think this was him?"

She sighed and shrugged, she didn't really know - in all fairness it could have been any of the cops here tonight.

Hale included.

"The thought crossed my mind. Who shreds family photos?" she nudged the pieces of the pictures with her boot as some lay on the floor.

"Dunno baby girl" Dad shook his head sadly, "You go fix your room up - Jax can do his own when he gets back tomorrow... Clay's headed up to the cabin and Gemma is refusing to let him pay her bail"

Bramty snickered, "Damn... Gemma really is mad"

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