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 7
Believe it or not, Abel had reached out recently and the more he started hanging around the clubhouse - the more Bramty got to know him. They were family after all and they got along surprisingly well.
Secretly Bramty had always thought Abel was some straight-laced pussy... but Abel actually managed to prove her wrong.
He might look like a mini-Jax and be as book smart as Tara, but Abel wasn't really like either of his parents. A fact that had surprised Bramty. However, she wasn't such a fan of how much he liked talking about his problems... that irritated her sometimes.
Nonetheless It was that growing friendship that was the reason Bramty was currently walking down the halls with Abel to see her nephew for the first time. Baby Oscar was doing much better now and was finally allowed to be held.
"Hey Wendy... mom" Abel kissed Taras cheek and nodded at Wendy.
"Tia Tara" Bramty smiled and hugged Tara kissing the woman's cheek in greeting. She gave a nod and a smile to Wendy as well.
"Hey hun" Tara smiled back before looking between Bramty and Abel. "Is Abel gonna introduce you to Oscar?"
"Yeah c'mon" Abel nodded at her to follow and she did. The little room had a chair and a blanket right across from the 'toaster' - as Tellers called it - that Oscar was asleep in.
Wendy followed them and looked at her baby with look of pure awe. Abel seemed just as taken by the baby boy as the teen reached for the infant.
Bramty shuffled into the room and watched awkwardly. She felt like she was intruding on a private moment.
One she didn't quite understand.
She looked at the baby as it gargled and cried which made Abel and Wendy share a loving smile while Bramty cringed.
This only confirmed the fact that parenthood didn't appeal to her.
Bramty didn't say that though, instead she allowed Wendy to tell her all about the medical updates for the baby. She listened through Abel speaking about how building the nursery was going and his excitement to have a son.
They hadn't been there for long when Wendys phone rang and her mom asked for her to come home. "Alright. See you soon mom" Wendy nodded as she hung up the phone.
"Do you need a ride home?" Abel asked and Wendy nodded sheepishly. Abel smiled, "It's all good. I'm ready to go. Bramty?"
"Yeah. I'll follow you guys... it's on my way back to the clubhouse anyway" Bramty nodded following them out of Oscars room.
"Thanks" Wendy smiled to them both and the three of them all headed to the hospital parking lot.
"How's everything with your parents?" Bramty asked Wendy curiosity. Abel had told her that Wendys parents weren't happy about the baby.
Wendy sighed, "Well they don't think I'm a drug addict anymore. They know I just got scared. I didn't think when I got high. As soon as I saw Oscar and realised what I had done to him..." Wendy trailed off shaking her head with a disgusted look on her face.
Bramty nodded in understanding. She might not like babies but even she thought what Wendy had done was wrong.
And dangerous for both of them.
As they reached the parking lot, and their motorcycles, Bramty hid a smirk when Wendy hesitated getting on behind Abel.
The two might be currently broken up - but it's clear as day that they're still into each other.
And doing a shitty job at hiding it.
After an awkward moment Abel handed Wendy his extra helmet. The two needing distance to keep their composure that wasn't possible to have on a motorcycle. After securing Wendys arms around his waist, Abel finally put the bike in gear and pulled out onto the street.
Bramty right behind them, rolling her eyes as they rode down the residential streets towards Wendys house. Bramty easily picked up the fact that they were being followed by a car.
She wondered if that was the ATF agent?
Pulling into Wendys family driveway, Bramty took note that the silver compact car pulled up to the curb two houses down from Wendys house. She dismounted her bike, pulling off her helmets and hanging it on the handlebar.
Wendy smiled at them both as she removed Abels helmet and handed it back to him. "Appreciate the lift" Wendy said. "And it was nice seeing you too Bramty, it's been a while"
"Yeah" Bramty nodded smiling casually as she watched Wendy attempt to subtly glance around her street warily.
"This worry I'm getting here… that have anything to do with that car that's been following us?" Bramty announced knowing now that Abel had missed it when he said nothing.
Wendy glanced around now with a fearful look on her face. Eyes widened and hands trembling as she searched for the car in question.
"The compact parked halfway down the block." Bramty supplied nodding her head over her shoulder.
Abel's eyes weren't the only ones to grow wide as both he and Wendy spotted the car.
Though Bramty suspected the reactions were for two different reasons.
Wendy quickly backed up onto her front porch reaching in her bag for her keys to unlock the door and get inside the house.
"Wendy! What the hell's going on?" Abel asked following after Wendy onto the porch with a deep and concerned frown on his face.
Kid looked too young to have such a serious face.
"What the hell's going on?" Abel repeated getting only a terrified look from his girlfriend.
Bramty gave Wendy a stern look, "Chica listen to me, alright? Whatever's got you scared... it's not gonna go away if you don't talk to someone" she urged moving forward until she was in front of Wendy. "I can help you. You just have to tell me what's going on"
Wendy burst out into tears and with a few encouraging words from Bramty, stopped crying and sniffled. "Okay" Wendy nodded looking away from a worried Abel. "That A.T.F agent that's been looking into you guys— I think he's here for me."
"What are you talking about?" Abel demanded but Wendy still wasn't looking at him
"I was with him in Chicago for summer break...4 months up with my aunt. I met him at a cafe, I made up some pretend identity because I was bored, he started talking to me. Asked me out, we hung out a little. I told him the truth and he said he didnt care... that he still liked me and wanted to hang out more. He got violent and I tried to end it. He started stalking me and when we came back home I thought it was all over... until- until"
"Until he showed up in Charming" Bramty sighed as she finally understood the situation.
This is personal, like she suspected it was all along.
"He knows about the club? How?" Bramty asked remembering the agent asking for Jax specifically.
Wendy sucked in a deep shaky breath, "Jax texted me that my sister was in hospital with alcohol poisoning - Josh got mad. Thought Jax was my boyfriend"
Bramty let her face fall to a deep scowl at the implications of Wendys horrified shudder. This agent was a sick pendejo - gonna be a dead pendejo soon if she had anything to do with it.
Not only was he threatening a 17 year old girl, but her entire family.
Bramty wasn't about to let that shit happen!
She nodded at a shocked looking Abel and turned away, heading down the road towards the agents car.
"No! Bramty! Don't. He's dangerous." Wendy shrieked from the porch
Bramty sighed and looked back over her shoulder giving the girl a reassuring look. "Go back inside. I can handle myself, don't worry"
"Go inside, Wendy." Abel ordered nodding at Bramty as he started following her down the road. "Lock the door"
Bramty strode confidently towards the silver car, pulling a knife from its sheath on her thigh. She made eye contact with the agent - Josh Kohn - as she jammed the knife into the car's radiator. The pendejo climbed out of the car, having the fucking nerve to look shocked. Kohn stood in front of them as steam leaked for the car, radiator fluid dripping onto the pavement and the smell of fuel filling the air.
"Vandalism. Deadly weapon. That's six months in County, bitch." Kohn spat
Bramty calmly pulled the knife from the car and slipped it back into its shealth before she stepped up, getting into the pinche cabròns face. "Statutory rape and assault of a minor... You'll be in the cell next to me."
Kohn scoffed incredulously before he noticed Abel and sneered - clearly knowing exactly who Abel is.
"They teach you how to suck a dick in A.T.F. school?" Bramty taunted, returning the agents anger and attention towards herself.
She could see Abel fuming beside her and knew he wouldn't be calm for long. He might be hurt about Wendy cheating, but he wasn't the type to let an asshole get away with stalking or hurting his girl. No matter what Wendy had done.
"Badass bikers."
Bramty scoffed. "You guys gave it your best shot. You got nothing on SAMCRO. And you harassing Wendy, that ends here… or next time it won't be a piece-of-shit car I'm draining fluid from."
"You threatening a federal agent?" Kohn asked cockily
"I'm threatening you. Go away. It's my last warning." Bramty stated before turning and walking back to the house.
Abel was by her side watching the agent over his shoulder. She sighed as she mounted her bike again. Abel did the the same after casting a longing look at Wendy's house.
When they got back to the clubhouse Bramty beckoned at Jax who raised a brow, but walked over to talk to her without complaint.
"Whats going on?" Jax's frown deepened when his son barged past him and went straight for the bar and a beer.
Bramty sighed, "You know this ATF agent that's been hanging around? Josh Kohn?"
"Yeah. What about him?" Jax nodded and narrowed his eyes at her expectantly.
"Pendejo ain't here for the club - he's here for Wendy and looks like he's got a real hard-on for the Tellers" Bramty told him
"What the fuck are you talking about?!" Jax demanded now more serious than she had ever seen him before.
Guess he really does take a threat to his family seriously.
Bramty couldn't lie - she was a little impressed.
Dad must have seen the change in their conversation because he walked over looking between the two of them with a raised brow. "The fuck is going on?" Dad growled
"Church" Bramty told the two of them with a sigh as she realised their conversation had drawn a few people's attention.
Once she closed the doors to Church behind them, Jax was up and asking her questions.
"What the hells going on Bramty? What does Wendy have to do with anything?" Jax demanded, "Whats got Abel so pissed off? What did you do?!"
"Shut up for a second!" Bramty sighed and then relayed all the information about the situation to both Daddy and Jax.
She told them about the first time Kohn came to the TM lot, to Wendys reaction at the taste of charming. Bramty explained what Wendy admitted today and her own confrontation with the man than she pointed out Kohn's visit to see Oscar and the ATF asshole only following the Teller family.
Jax looked shocked as he sat down in a chair at the table.
Nobody said anything and Bramty rose a brow at Dad, trying to gage his reaction. Daddy sighed but nodded back at her. A sure way of saying he approved of her taking this information to Jax.
"Alright" Jax sighed running a hand down his face. "I'll deal with this... no backlash onto the club. Keep this between us for now. I'll be back later"
Bramty watched the VP walk out of the room and stood to follow.
Dad threw an arm over her shoulder and she leaned into his side.
This morning had been exhausting!
"I'm glad we finally figured that shit out" Bramty commented quietly
"Could have ended really bad if you didn't" Dad nodded
Lowell, one of the clubs long time mechanics, was in the boxing ring with Half-Sack getting his ass kicked. Bramty sat on one of the empty barrels near the ring watching the ass kicking. She chuckled and pulled out a cigarette as she watched. Looking up at Tig with a smiled when he yelled at Lowell who got a good hit on Half-Sack.
"Jesus, Lowell. Get outta there." Clay groaned as he walked up to the group. "Who's idea was this?" Clay asked
"Tig's."
"Bobby's."
The two answered in tandem trying to place the blame on the other. Bramty smirked and rolled her eyes as she stood to kiss Clays cheek before he took his own seat.
"I don't mind it, Clay" Lowell panted from the ring, "I'm helping Half-Sack train"
"Hey. Well, you killed enough brain cells. Come on, back to work." Clay nodded on a sigh as the two stopped fighting.
"Okay, thanks." Lowell jogged away
"How's he doing anyway?" Clay lowered his voice as he watched Lowell leave. The guy wasn't that much older than Bramty, but for as long as she'd known the guy - he'd been struggling with drugs.
Tig nodded as looked over at Lowell again before answering. "Well, the latest round of rehab seems to be sticking. He hasn't missed any work"
"If I could get A.A. to kick up a vig, Lowell could make us all rich" Clay quipped, sparking up a cigar.
Bramty snorted at the joke and eyed Jax as he rode into the lot. He had disappeared after she told him about Wendy and the ATF situation earlier. She didn't know where he'd gone or what he ha done, but she hoped that shit was fixed.
"He's always been a freak..." Bobby drew out taking a seat on the old table. "Damn good mechanic though. I guess you taught him that." Bobby nodded at Clay
"How's Sugar-Ray-One-Nut looking?" Jax asked when he approached the group sitting around the table near the ring.
They were all watching Half-Sack who had moved his tirade in the ring, to the punching bag. Bramty could appreciate a good fighter when she saw one.
Jax grabbed an empty keg and sat down beside Clay, as he too watched Half-Sack.
"He's got a great right hook" Chibs commented nodding his approval.
"How much money gets thrown around at these bare-fist things?" Clay wondered earning surprised looks from Bobby and Chibs.
"The purse is okay" Tig informed them, sliding his sunglasses into the front pocket of his kutte as he spoke. "It's the betting that's gone crazy. I know a couple guys last year who made six figures each"
"Really?" Clay questioned clearly intrigued by the figures.
"Sack can knock any one of those lightweights out, any day of the week" Chibs said, vouching for Half-Sack easily.
"Absolutely" Bobby agreed
"What'd we pull together for McKeevy already?" Clay asked
"A hundred and 20" Bobby answered warily looking at Clay. "You ain't thinking about betting on the Sack?"
"You know, if Half-Sack takes his first five fights and looks strong going into the finish, we control how it ends, it could be a huge payday." Tig offers his with a grin.
"What do you think?" Clay turned towards Jax, showing the VP some consideration for the first time in a while that Bramty could recall.
The two had been at odds ever since she got back in town.
And according to Tig it had been happening even before that too.
"I don't know." Jax shrugged as he considered it, "But I do know there's no way we're raising 80 grand in the next four days… so it might be our only shot."
"I'm in." Clay answers nodding
"I'm in." Tig agreed easily without hesitation, still sporting an excited grin.
Chibs nodded, "I'm in. Done."
"All right, I'm in." Bobby caved after realising he'd be the only one not to.
"Bobby - take it to Opie and Hap. Then take 50 grand for this" Clay nodded watching Bobby leave before pointing a finger at Tig, "I wanna see it triple."
"No booze. No weed. No pussy." Chibs declared chuckling as he looked over his shoulder at Half-Sack who was still training.
"That include the Old Lady?" Tig asked smirking as he watched Cherry walk up to her Old man.
"Till I'm up a hundred-K, that little cherry tart can cool on the counter" Clay stated with a shrug. "Hey, and, uh call Unser, would you? See if he wants in on some of this fight action?"
"Unser's out on the job" Jax informs them shrugging a shoulder, "Water and power dug up some old bones this morning, I guess"
Bramty raised a brow when she saw Tig take a sudden interest in Jax and Clays conversation with the mention of the discovery of human remains off the highway. Tig walked over slowly eyeing Clay from behind Jax, exchanging worried looks with the President.
Bramty followed and slipped Tig's arm around her shoulders as she stood with the group.
"Where?" Clay questioned with a forced calmness that Bramty knew meant shit was hitting the fan.
"Out on 44" Jax sighed noticing the worried glances that were exchanged between Clay and Tig. "What…" He asked not looking very happy when Clay walked off without a word.
"I don't know" Tig shrugged, breaking eye contact with Jax who looked to him in Clays absence. Tig shook his head as he moved to follow Clay.
"You comin' doll?" Tig asked Bramty with a sigh. She shrugged and got on the back of Tiggys bike.
Jax ran after them and followed as they peeled out of the TM lot.
The four of them dismounted their bikes and stalked over to the overlooking tree line. The cops and the CSU unit were excavating the buried bones from the construction site down below.
"Wheelin out two bodies now…" Jax said as he looked up at Clay and Tig before his eyes landed in Bramty who shrugged, genuinely not knowing.
"There should be three" Tig said with a tense voice as he watched the excavation.
"I'm afraid to ask…" Jax sighed staring at Tig and Clay. Waiting for one of them to start sharing.
"Don't be. There it is." Tig pointed to the third body bag being hauled out by some cops.
"Is this us?" The VP asked warily.
"No shit it's us." Bramty scoffed, giving Jax a duh look. Nobody would care if it wasn't them and clearly Tig and Clay cared.
"Yeah…" Clay confirmed regardless as he looked over at Tig. Neither men said anything until Jax huffed and walked off in frustration.
Bramty knew that there was something deeper with these bones and by the looks of it: Clay and Tig were responsible.
Judging by their reluctance to share the information, she didn't get the feeling that Jax - or maybe even the rest of the guys - were supposed to find out.
"Clay, they are going to push to ID those bones" Tig shook his head in an angry sigh, worry clear as day now that Jax was gone.
Bramty cleared her throat looking between the men knowing by the way they were eyeing her - she wasn't supposed to hear this. "You need help, just let me know"
Clay nodded and smiled at her when she turned and walked back to their bikes. Jax was sitting on his waiting impatiently.
"They tell you anything?" Jax asked
Bramty shook her head, "Nope. I'm sure we'll find out later anyway" she shrugged uncaring before sitting herself on Tiggy's bike.
"And all three of them were Mayan's?" Jax asked looking across the table at Tig, wanting to clarify what Clay had just said.
"Back in '92, Mexicans tried to expand their Oakland dope base - we couldn't let that happen. It was a bloody two years, bodies dropped" Clay continued
"Yeah, I remember. That was right around the time my old man died" Jax nodded somberly as he looked to the reaper engraved on the table with a distant look on his face.
Clay sighed, "That's right"
"Now, we gotta stop the PD from ID'ing those bodies, man. They flag the Mayans, we're their next stop" Tig spoke up
Half-Sack shrugged, "We can pull the teeth to stop the ID, but they'll still be able to DNA test anyway"
"Forensic tests on three bodies? That would blow half off Unser's yearly budget" Bobby scoffed
"Yeah, but if Hale thought it would hurt us - he'd get his new fed buddies to float the cost" Bramty stated trying to help Clay and Tig who were clearly trying to get everyone on board for stopping the ID tests.
Clay gave her a subtle and grateful nod as he realised what she was doing.
What she said had been true though, and they all knew it.
Hale would love nothing more than to end them, but if those bones really were Mayans... well, he would do anything to connect them to SAMCRO.
However Bramty was fairly sure that those bones weren't actually Mayan bones at all.
"Shit, I mean, this was pre-OJ right? We weren't thinking about DNA right back in '93" Tig signed giving her knee a squeeze under the table. "What kind of clues d'we got buried with those Mexicans?"
"If they don't know they're Mayans, they won't take it any farther" Chibs tried to reassure everyone as he started coming around to the point Tig and Clay were arguing.
"We stop the identification, we stop the investigation." Clay said with a raised brow as he looked around the table for any objections. Finding none he nodded, "Alright. Tig, Jax, Bramty and I will handle this"
Everyone got up and left the table with that business concluded.
"Thanks, Kiddo" Clay kissed her forehead as he walked past.
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Bramty and Tig stood outside of a staff room in the hospital, waiting for Jax to return with the entry key from Tara.
Clay had gone over her part in the plan earlier. She knew whatever was going on was something Clay didn't want getting out and she was willing to help with that .
If it was something that could hurt the club - from the inside or outside, it's gotta be stopped.
Bramty had told him as much and assured Clay that he didn't need to explain, just tell her what needs done. It was obvious that he had been relieved with that. Now all she had to do was backup her talk with action.
By keeping the VP distracted on the main level and not letting him into the morgue.
"Lab coat, on the chair" Jax nodded to the visible keycard sticking out of the pocket of the white coat draped across the couch. "Think you can distract the doctor?"
"No problem" Tig nodded with a mischievous smirk, taking a step forward into the room and plastering an innocent smile on his face. "Hey, uh, are you ladies nurses?"
"Yeah" both women nodded at him
"Great!" Tig nodded and quickly unbuckled his belt. Pulling down his pants and shoving his ass in their faces. "Take a look at this for me?"
"Christ" one of the nurses muttered, completely disgusted as she scrambled out of the room.
The other nurse shook her head at followed her friend. Throwing, "Go to the ER" over her shoulder on her way out.
Jax snagged the key card from the couch and shook his head as he walked out of the room. Bramty grinned at Tig and they both followed Jax towards Oscars room. Clay was waiting in Oscars room already. Smiling as he looked down at his great grandson when they walked in the room.
"Hey" Jax greeted his stepfather with a sincere smile, something that Bramty hadn't seen the VP do at all since she'd been back. "Managed to swipe a keycard, should get you guys downstairs."
Clay nodded and took his leave, brushing past Bramty on his way out with a nod. Tig followed Clay quickly.
Bramty decided to talk to Jax while they waited. The two made small talk, joking around and laughing quietly.
When Tara came to check on them, Bramty cleared her throat. "I'll give you guys a minute" and she took to waiting outside instead.
When Tig and Clay came back to Oscars room a little while later, Bramty knew it was bad news from the looks on their faces. She raised a brow at Tig and tucked herself under his arm so they could talk quietly. "So?" She prompted
"Already ID'ed the bodies" Tig shook his head with a long sigh. "This is bad Bramty. It could really hurt the club"
Bramty nodded slowly - she had know that much already.
Why? She had no idea, but Clay and Tig weren't gonna react the way they did over something that's harmless.
"What do we do?" She asked instead
Tig shrugged, "We contain it the best we can. Old mistakes from back when the war was messy and bloody"
Bramty nodded, "Whats the offical story then?"
"You know Lowell?" Tig asked suddenly and Bramty nodded. "Well, his dad was in that grave" Tig said quietly
"He betrayed the club?" Bramty frowned knowing that everyone had said Lowell Sr. ran off and left his family behind years ago.
Betrayal was the only thing that would get a club friend in a ditch with the enemy.
That was no accident - shit like that didn't happen.
It was done with purpose, burying the man with the enemy.
That's justice.
"He was on drugs, Doll. Unstable. He knew shit that could cripple the club and he wasn't gonna protect us" Tig scoffed almost angrily.
"Then why is this a secret?" Bramty frowned not understanding the big deal.
They took out a threat?
So what?
Tig smiled sadly, "Club vote didn't pass. The pressure on the guy got worse and all anyone could think about was that the guy was a friend. We couldn't let him rat"
"Ay mi Dios" Bramty nodded finally understanding what the big deal was.
Going behind the clubs back and killing someone was some serious shit. Serious enough to get you excommunicated.
"Yeah" Tig scoffed shaking his head. "That's not even the half of it, Doll. That war had everyone messed up and doing shit they shouldn't be doing"
Bramty didn't comment on that last part. She got the feeling that even though he was speaking to her, that Tig wasn't actually talking to her - rather himself as he sorted through old feelings again.
"We'll do what needs to be done to stop this, Tiggy. Come on. Let's go home" Bramty urged him through the hallways.
Tig kissed her forehead. "Your a good girl, Bramty"
Bramty was sat silently with Abel drinking at the bar again. The guy was wallowing about Wendy cheating on him. Bramty felt bad for the guy but this sulking was getting on her nerves.
Abel was pissed that Wendy cheated and lied. Then he'd get mad at himself for being mad at Wendy because this Kohn guy was obviously a creep Wendy was scared of.
It was a whole damn cycle that he kept repeating!
Abel's phone rang and Bramty was about to slip away when she noticed him tense up and send her a worried look. So instead she waited as he spoke to Gemma.
"Somethings wrong" Abel said frowning and took off for his motorcycle.
Bramty followed because now she was worried about Gemma.
Abel rode to his house and Bramty followed as they broke a few road rules and sped the entire way. She wondered what could possibly be wrong that didn't earn Clay a call?
Either way, Bramty followed - too much shit had been going down with the Tellers not to warrant investigation.
When they pulled up at Abel's house, Gemmas car was in the driveway. They walked inside, Bramty following Abel's lead as he navigated the home.
"Mama Gem?" Bramty called out
"In here baby!" Gemma called from upstairs and they headed that way.
They walked into the room with Oscars name on the door. It looked like a nursery type of situation - at least it did before someone destroyed it.
The room was completely trashed.
Pictures on the wall, some of the Tellers around town with their faces scratched out. There were pictures of Wendy and Abel together that looked just as scratched up.
Bramty looked at Abel and sighed - they both knew exactly who would've done this.
What made the situation worse was the smell in the room. Fucking sick pendejo pissed on damn the carpet in a child's nursery room.
Who the fuck does shit like that?
"Who would do this?" Gemma asked disgusted as she stood by the door looking at the mess.
"A.T.F." Bramty growled out as she inspected the pictures on the wall.
"Why?" Gemma was clearly confused as to why a cop would do something like this. Apparently Jax hasn't filled in the family yet.
"Because of Wendy" Bramty answered pulling out her phone and snapped pictures of the mess. She sent them to Jax with the explanation that Gemma called when she found the place trashed.
"That stupid little bitch" Gemma growled, her hatred for her grandsons girlfriend growing.
"How's this her fault?" Abel snapped, picking up a picture off the floor and setting it on the table beside him. "She tried to get away" he defended
Bramty rolled her eyes and looked at Gemma seriously, "This guy's dead."
"At least" Gemma gave Bramty a grateful smile as she nodded. Both of them knowing Abel wasn't exactly the revenge type.
Bramty and Abel made quick work of getting on their bikes and heading back to TM. As soon as they got there they found Jax storming out of the clubhouse, phone in hand.
"Yeah. Kohn's still in town." Jax was saying before he hung and turned to Bramty. "He's at Floyd's... you coming with me or what?"
Bramty couldn't hide her surprise as she nodded and peeled out of the lot behind the VP.
She certainly hadn't expected Jax to want her help!
Though she figured if he was gonna ask anyone to rough a guy up for him... it was most likely to be her.
When they pulled up outside of Floyd's barber shop Jax turned to Abel who'd followed. "Stay here"
Bramty dismount leaving her helmet hanging on the handlebar. Jax lead the way inside, Floyd nodded in recognition and moved out of the way quickly. Jax paused next to the chair where Kohn sat laidback, with shaving cream still on his face and waiting for Floyd.
Kohn looked up confused, his smile instantly disappeared and fear flooded his face. The pendejo tried to get up but Jax was faster and grabbed Kohn by the front of his shirt. Bramty grinned as she watched Jax pick Kohn up and slam his face into a mirror.
"You wanna go to war with me, you sick piece of shit?" Jax growled and shoved Kohn backwards once the ATF agent got to his feet.
Bramty grinned and caught the guy pushing him back towards Jax. Kohn stumbled, making it easy for Jax to shove him again. This time Kohn crashed through the glass window at the front of the shop.
Jax jumped out of the broken window with Bramty on his heels.
Clearly having heard and seen the commotion, Abel ran toward them and hung back out of the way.
Jax knelt down and grabbed Kohn by the front of his shirt again, landing two solid punches to Kohns face. Thankfully Abel kept an eye out, not wanting anyone else to get in the middle of it. Fortunately nobody was out in the streets yet.
Bramty jerked forward but wasn't fast enough to stop Kohn from picking up a pair of scissors and stabbing them straight through the center of Jax's thigh.
The wound gave Kohn the upper hand to throw Jax off of him.
The pendejo hadn't been prepared for Bramtys right hook though. She was beating the shit out Kohn before the guy could even comprehend what was happening. Bramty got in a few more hits before Hale showed up and took the three into custody.
Jax having already shooed Abel away.
Hale lifted her up to her feet and helped her into the police car. Bramty nodded at Jax when he was pushed into the backseat of Hales car right alongside her.
She waited patiently when she was led into an interrogation room. Only looking up at the door when Agent Stahl and Unser stepped inside.
The uptight bitch glanced down at the Bramty and smirked smugly. "We're just gonna ask you a few questions about what happened today, then you're free to go"
"Let's just make this quick. I've got better shit to do today" Bramty sighed cracking her neck.
Stahl looked at her and smiled, "What? Like showing those bikers a good time?"
"Jealous?" Bramty grinned not taking the bait.
Both of them knowing full well that she didn't have to get on knees to be a part of the family.
The agent cleared her throat, looking down at her clipboard. "So, the barber says that Mr. Teller came in for a haircut. Agent Kohn attacked the two of you with a pair of scissors. So Mr. Teller pushed him through a plate glass window. Self-defense. You jumped into the fight when Kohn swung at you"
"That's what Floyd saw, then that's what happened" Bramty nodded
The agent smiled sitting down in the chair beside Unser. "Tell me something. Are they all just afraid of you and the club… or convinced that you are a necessary evil?"
Bramty didnt feel like playing Stahl's game today.
"Are you charging me?" She asked Unser
"No charges." He answered easily
Bramty nodded and stood up as Unser opened the door for her with a nod. She walked out, finding Jax and Abel waiting.
They managed to get outside in time to watch as Kohn was escorted out of the station and placed into the back of a cop car. Jax nodded to Hale, who returned it, before Jax rode out of the lot following after Hale.
"C'mon I'll take you to your bike" Abel said and Bramty nodded as she got on behind him.
When they pulled up at Floyd's again, Bramty winked and kissed the barbers cheek. Waving goodbye to the man, She smirked at Abel who shook his head amused.
"Hey Bramty?" Abel stopped her from getting on her bike. "Thanks for helping out with this whole mess"
Bramty nodded, "We're family"
"Family" Abel nodded and they both headed in different directions to go home.
As usual, Daddy was waiting at the bar - beer in hand - for an explanation when she walked through the clubhouse doors. Bramty couldn't help but smile at that.
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