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 9
It had taken a day and a half for most of the nearby charters to send a representative. Most had sent their VP's along with someone else. Nobody was riding alone right now for precautionary reasons, of course.
Bramty who had been to all the Sons Charters within her recent years of travelling, had met most of the Sons. She was embraced by more than a few scary bastards much to SAMCRO's surprise.
Apparently they hadn't realised the extent to which she had been helping other Charters.
While most of the men up visiting Charming liked Bramty. Some either held begrudging respect, a little fear that they tried to mask, or simply didn't like her at all.
Although the latter was only in the case of 2 VP's here today.
Clay smiled at her and kissed her forehead before announcing Church. Both of them knowing this was a huge deal. In other Charters she rarely got a seat at the table. Sure, she had been allowed in Church but there had still been a line she couldn't cross.
The line was gone today.
And it was gonna send one big fucking message to everyone!
SAMCRO along with the other charter members all shuffled into Church. Bramty took her usual place in between Tig and Daddy. The significance of being so close to the President, VP and SAA was lost on anyone witnessing it.
Dad squeezed her knee under the table without looking her way - being sure not to draw attention to the action.
Bramty kept complete composure under the heavy gazes that were currently settled on her. Murmurs and quiet comments were made from various men as they stood around the room, not daring to take a seat at the table. Some of them waited to see Clays reaction but found none from the President. Only further informing everyone that this was normal, that she really was considered to be equal to a patched member of SAMCRO.
Clay looked around the room waiting for everyone to settle down.
They'd known and prepared themselves for such a reaction.
"What happened last night can never happen again..." Clay stated leaning forward on the table as he addressed everyone. "Not just someone trying to off me. But bodies dropping in Charming 'cause of us."
Tig sighed but nodded before pointing out, "We had nothing to do with the hit on the Nords"
"Mayans went after me and Darby, all right?" Clay clarified. "Different targets, same war. If we fire back… we can't stop the blowback from hitting home."
Bramty nodded in agreement, she knew that. It was a risk they all took whenever any business goes down. A war would only amplify that. While she didn't want to see a war in her home town... she didn't see how they'd avoid it.
"I sat down with Alvarez" Clay announced shocking everyone in the room.
Bramty's eyes widened and she stared at Clay in surprise. Questions formed in her head as she comprehend his works. There was similar looks of disbelief from all the Sons as they all look to Clay for an explanation.
"What? Just the two of you?" Opie frowned.
"Where?" Jax asked looking annoyed, "When?"
Bramty pursed her lips refraining from commenting. It wasn't a good look for Clay or SAMCRO if the President was off doing shit without consulting his crew.
They all knew that.
However Bramty couldn't blame him for taking a rare opportunity where he saw one. Which was why she was open to hearing him out.
Clay sighed, "Unser's cage. We, uh— We discussed our outstanding issues… and made a deal."
Bobby's eyebrows disappeared into his hair line as he stared Clay down. "What kind of deal?" He asked clearly not alright with hearing this.
"We sell them guns. They settle all their beefs with all of us. Any territory hassles, any business disputes… it all lands in our favor." Clay told them
Bramty sat in the silence that followed and thought the deal through.
It was a great deal in all fairness... one that showed Marcus wanted to make nice.
Bramty wondered who was responsible for the botched hits. She knew that anyone Marcus hired for the jobs wouldn't have missed. That knowledge made it easier to see the good in this deal too, because she knew if Marcus wanted Clay dead - Clay would be dead.
And Darby sure as shit wouldnt have gotten away!
"You made that call without a vote?" Piney huffed speaking what more than a few other Sons were thinking.
"I set it up" Clay corrected, "We vote on it now. If this thing passes, you all sit down with the Mayans in your own territories… You work stuff out."
"What about Laroy and the Niners?" Juice spoke up still frowning warily. "We've had a deal with them for years that we won't sell to the wetbacks"
"Laroy ain't got no loyalty to us" Tig countered before he started nodding in approval of the deal to Clay. Letting the President know he was backing him on this.
"Laroy's been buying from other dealers, he reneged on the A.K sale. Ain't no reason at all we can't branch out" Bramty said giving a subtle nod to Clay telling him she was with him too.
"The peace we make with the Mayans could start something a lot worse with the Niners" Bobby sighed still not on board.
"We'll deal with that fire when it catches." Clay said calmly
"You know, these assholes tried to kill you, man. We're supposed to just pretend that didn't happen?" Half-Sack wondered looking baffled at the idea of just letting it go
"No. No. That debt gets settled." Clay assured them. "I'm thinking it's gotta be either Happy or Bramty?"
Bramty exchanged a look with her Dad. She would do this, could do this, for her club.
"We'll do this thing" Daddy rasped and nodded at Clay
Bramty let a twisted grin form in her face as she agreed. "It'll be perfect." She assured with a wistful edge to her voice.
"I have no doubt about that" Clay chuckled and a few people who had seen their past work scoffed in amusement.
"Everybody in favor of the Mayan deal—" Clay raised his hand and was eventually joined by each one of the members.
"Anybody opposed?" Clay asked and was met by no protests. Clay brought down the gavel onto the reaper table. Adjourning Church for the day.
"Let's party!"
Bramty was sat at the picnic table with Dad, Clay, Opie, Piney, Jax, Chibs, Juice, Half-Sack, Tig and Bobby. They each had beers in hand and Bramty smiled when Bobby lit up her cigarette with his lighter. "Thanks" she smiled and Bobby nodded with a grin.
"Cameron was supposed to kill that piece of shit Hefner before Monday" Chibs sighed telling them about what Cameron had asked him to bring to the club.
"Hefner's squeezing the Irish for more payoff cash, so he's gonna intercept the cargo" Bobby nodded along with Chibs
"How is that our problem?" Tig drew out with a sigh as he reluctantly tore his eyes from the blonde piece of ass he'd been leering at all night.
Bramty nodded her agreement to Tig's question, wanting to know the same thing. She remembered Cameron mentioning something about a hit before Monday when he was getting his ass stitched up. Though she never stuck around to hear any explanation. Clearly though, whatever it was had seemed important enough to Chibs for him to actually bring it to the club.
"It ain't a problem" Chibs told them. "It's a gift, from the Irishman"
Juice spoke up then, "Look. We take out the port commissioner… he's gonna give us back the 200k that we just forked over, plus a month of free guns"
"Our warehouse rebuild is crushing us" Bobby said obviously considering the deal. "It's the cost of raw materials. Free guns and cash? We could be seeing black before we put a roof on"
"Murder for hire?" Clay puffed on his smoke as he thought about it. "That's a dirty business"
"It's not about money!" Piney grunted looking over at Jax pointedly. "That asshole killed McKeevy! Michael was a friend of mine, and yours Clay, and your dad's Jax... he went back a long way with SAMCRO!"
Everyone looked at Jax then, knowing he would be the only one not on board.
"So, what do you think V.P.?" Clay prompted when Jax remained silent
Jax looked around the table, "I agree with Piney. McKeevy was a friend. I think we owe it to the Irish" he concluded
Clay leaned forward on the table in thought before asking, "How was Cameron gonna do it?"
"Hefner's got a Sunday ritual. Church with the fat wife, sex with the black girlfriend. She lives in a shitty hood right outside his nice Oakland suburb." Juice snickered slightly
"And that's how we take him out." Chibs finished for a Juice.
Bramty took a drag of her smoke before saying, "Black on white hate crime? Who gives a shit?"
Clay nodded in agreement as a clear plan started to formulate. "Who does it?" the President asked then.
"I do" Opie quickly volunteers.
"Been awhile since you suited up, brother." Jax reminds him before volunteering himself, "I'll do it."
"I can do this!" Opie snapped at Jax before looking at Clay for approval.
Bramty watched in with narrowed eyes.
Sure, Opie hadn't pulled the trigger in a while... not after that incident where he killed the wrong person. He was real messed up back then after Donna, Ellie and Kenny's deaths. You could hardly blame the guy for the mistake, but Opie had spiralled because it.
While that may be true nobody particularly appreciated Jax trying to call the shots like that.
If Opie said he's really then who were they to deny him a chance to prove it?
"Get Cameron to confirm the payoff." Clay told the group, "Jax, Ope, Bobby… No mistakes" he ordered
"All right" Opie says happily nodding and leaving the table. Jax, Juice and Chibs hot on his heels to set that shit up.
Piney and Half-Sack left the table not long after, easily distracted by some pussy they'd had their eyes on. Bramty chuckled as she watched then leave and kissed her Daddy's cheek before she left to find some fun of her own.
Bramty made her way to the bar, the 'sons of anarchy' fire pit raged at her side.
She tapped her fingers on the bar top as she listened to the rock music that they usually played at these parties. "I'll take a beer" she said to the prospect from one of the visiting charters.
"Well if it isn't the SAMCRO princess!" someone drew out from behind her
Bramty smirked and turned to face the familiar voice, "Hey Tony!" she pulled the man in question into a hug.
Tony smirked and took the seat beside her as he was brought a beer from the prospect. "How you been girlie?" Tony asked with a raised brow, "Seen you in Church today... boys looked like they 'preciated your input"
"Yeah, well" She drew out with a shrug of her shoulders, not entirely sure what to say to that comment.
What did he expect?
After all, it had been Clay who told him that she was to sit in Church with him up in Boston.
Tony nodded as if he knew what she was thinking and took a large pull from his bottle of beer before turning back to her again. "Been hearing more and more about the SAMCRO Princess over the years, y'know" he stated, "You've made a real name for yourself"
"I've been doing good" Bramty agreed, "Working hard for the club and all"
"Even got yourself this job with Happy... on Clays orders" Tony nodded, "I've seen you in action - it's a sight... but are you ready for a hit though?"
Bramty gave him an unimpressed look and swivelled in her seat so she was facing the man. "Ain't the first time and it ain't the worst thing I've done, Tony" she reminded the man who simply nodded at the confirmation. Bramty knew he was just trying to look out for her and all that shit - but she didn't need him to.
If she wasn't on board with whatever Clay needed done then she would have said that.
This needed to be done and if Bramty had any doubts then she would have made sure Clay had someone who was sure to get it done.
"Just making sure, Princess" Tony assured her calmly, "Everyone's got a lot ridin' on this deal now"
"I know that" Bramty sighed, "I'll get it done. No need to worry your pretty little head about it, baby" she cooed with a small amused smirk. Tony swatted at her and shook his head in amusement. "Be seeing you, Tony!" Bramty called to him as he walked away
Shaking her head she looked around at all the people laughing and drinking around the party.
Bramty smiled at Clay when she met his eyes and stood to leave. She was gonna go and take her little party to one of the local bars and get laid. Sure, there are plenty of men around here free and willing to fuck her - but Bramty would never risk having any of these men view her as a croweater or a whore.
It wasn't fair or reasonable but it was just how shit worked.
As soon as you spread your damn legs for any patched member who ain't your Old Man then that's all you are to them. It's some fucked up logic for sure, but Bramty cared more about her reputation in this club than getting an easy lay. So, she headed for her bike and drove to the local bar. Knowing she'd find some easy 9/5 asshole to drool over her, that wasn't gonna jeopardise her position within the club was fine by Bramty.
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Bramty sighed a little as she waited for Esai to show up. This tonto had made one too many mistakes and was about to pay the price for it. Esai had signed up for this life when he prospected and took on too much responsibility with these hits. She looked up at Marcus and could see the pain in his eyes. It didn't matter though, even Marcus knew this is what had to happen.
"C'mon, Mija" Marcus sighed and held Bramty's hand as they walked over to a picnic bench to sit down.
"I'm sorry, Marc" Bramty whispered softly but kept her face blank as she stared straight ahead.
"Me too, mija, me too" Marcus sighed nodding his head before he reached over and squeezed her knee. Neither one of them daring to look at the other just yet. They didn't want to show the vulnerability they knew they both felt. "It's what has to be done though... we both know that"
"I know" Bramty agreed and then smiled when she saw Esai approaching them from the other side of the park.
"Pop? Bramty?" Esai frowned as he looked between them both.
Marcus stood and hugged his son before patting him on the shoulder, "Hey, relax. huh?" Marcus shook his head at Esai and sat back down. Trying to assure his son that nothing was wrong. "Shit happens man"
"Yeah" Esai sighed and rubbed a hand over the back of his head, "I know. I'm sorry, Pop... it just all went bad, you know?"
Bramty wanted to literally reach across and slap the fool for his nonchalance over two botched hits. Even if it hadn't been targeting SAMCRO she still would have been a little pissed off at how little thought Esai put into the responsibility he was given. If she ever wanted to be in a similar position to him within her own club, she'd have to work her ass off for years!
Yet here Esai was - having screwed it all up - actin' like it was nothing to worry about.
Marcus seemed to be having the same reaction as Bramty because she could easily see the disapproval flash in his eyes before he schooled his features and shrugged. If this wasn't Esai's last few moments Bramty was sure Marcus would have lectured the incompetent asshole!
But what would be the point?
"Because of your mistake I had a sit down with SAMCRO" Marcus told Esai, "Made a deal with them, man. Clay's gonna start selling us guns"
Esai nodded casually, "That's good, Pop"
"That happened because of you, okay?" Marcus smiled at his son
Esai looked to Bramty for confirmation and she smiled, standing up and hugging Esai before clapping him on the shoulder, "It's all settled now, Esai. C'mon... let's get a churro"
Esai smiled and the three of them walked over to the churro stand where Bramty knew her father was waiting just in case she couldn't get a good angle herself. Marcus had insisted that Bramty be the one to kill Esai - because he knew she Esai's death would never be just another addition to her body count. He was right about that, Bramty knew for a fact she would always feel sad about what she was about to do... because Esai isn't just some random, he's family.
And she needed to do right by him.
She needed to do right by all her family and this was the best way Bramty was capable of doing that.
"Hey" Marcus smiled at Esai and pulled his son into one last hug right as they approached the churro stand. Esai frowned a little but hugged his father back all the same. "Love you kid"
"Love you too, Pop" Esai clapped his father on the back before pulling away from him, only to be embraced by Bramty. She held him tighter than she usually would have. Esai chuckled, "Missed me or somthin' mami?"
Bramty looked up at him and smiled, "Always" she promised before she reached over to the churro stand behind Esai. Picking up the pick that Dad had placed there for her to grab. Bramty plunged it into the back of Esai's skull before he could even register what had happened.
"Quick and painless" Daddy gave a sympathetic nod to Marcus who smiled weakly as he tried to hold back emotions.
Bramty caught Esai's weight as he slumped against her and she cradled him in her arms. Guiding his now lifeless body to the floor and closing his eyes. Her eyes welled up with tears but she quickly blinked them away. When Bramty stood back up she felt Marcus's hand squeeze her shoulder and she looked up at the grieving father, "I'm sorry Marc" Bramty whispered.
Marcus kissed her forehead, "He got more than anyone else in his duty would have. His dignity and pride are in tact, he didn't suffer, didn't fear the end"
Bramty sighed, "I know"
And she did.
Bramty knew all that shit because she and Daddy had made sure that Esai wouldn't be humiliated or suffering through his death. It had been fast and relatively painless - certainly more than anyone else would have gotten in this situation.
Anyone other than Esai would have suffered in the end for trying to kill Clay.
Bramty kissed Marcus cheek before she looked over at Dad who was waiting patiently for her to be done. She nodded one more time at the Mayan President and then walked over to her father. Letting Dad lead her back to the unmarked van in silence.
"You did good baby girl" Daddy said wrapping his arms around her in a tight hug.
Bramty sighed into Dads shoulder and nodded her head, "I'm glad it was me... anyone else and it would have felt a lot worse. I can live with this - I did him a favour and I'd do anything for the club, but it doesn't mean I enjoyed this"
Dad nodded and kissed her forehead, "Let's go home. I'll ink you tonight"
"This ink has to stand out - cause Esai can't just be another smiley face" Bramty insisted and Dad nodded his understanding. He knew all about having a kill that stood out from the others. His first tattoo was for the death of his little brothers murder and the ink stood out from the rest for a reason.
Because it's not just another kill that means nothing to them... it's different.
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