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 10
Bramty rolled over in bed when she heard her phone buzzing and she contemplated hurling it across the room instead of answering. It was only when she unlocked the screen and saw the numerous '911' messages from Lyla and Luanne, that she jumped out of bed and pulled on pants. For once in her life, Bramty was glad that she had passed out half-dressed the night before.
And god was she glad that she had been tiered not drunk.
Cause a hangover in the middle of an emergency couldn't have been fun.
Bramty jogged down the stairs noting quickly that nobody else was awake yet and started up her bike. If it was something that needed all the Sons then they'd of gotten messages as well. She wondered what the big deal was... but knew that it had to be something for their emergency texts to be warranted.
Especially if Luanne wasn't the only one sending them.
Pulling up outside of the porn studio Bramty swore when she spotted sirens and cops crawling all over the place.
"Motherfuckers!" Bramty spat and pushed her way through the building to see what was going on.
"Bramty!" Ima screeched, pausing in trying to prevent the cops from going through her dressing room when she spotted Bramty. All the girls here knew that if they had trouble, they should call Bramty and or the Sons.
"Where's Luanne?!" Bramty urged before Ima could start screeching about something Bramty knew she wouldn't care about in the slightest.
"They're taking my shit-" Ima started to say but Bramty cut her off by grabbing her arms forcefully.
"Where is Luanne, Ima?!" Bramty urged with complete seriousness that had Ima quickly squeaking out an answer. Bramty rolled her eyes and jogged over to the main area where Ima had said Luanne was talking to some agents.
"Oh Bramty!" Luanne spotted her and let out a relieved breath, completely ignoring Agent Stahl that had been trying to ask her questions. "Your here! Look what they're doing to me!"
Bramty pursued her lips as she looked around at all the cops and then back to the smug looking agent. Stahl was watching Bramty closely, no doubt wondering how big of a player she was with the sons. If this bitch knew anything about the Sons of Anarchy, then she knew it was a man's world. However, Bramty's presence clearly threw the agent off her game and Bramty found satisfaction in that.
"What the fuck is this shit?" Bramty demanded and set Stahl with a dangerous glare that took the cocky woman by surprise. "Luanne's permits are up-to-date, actors all have their H.I.V card. What's Luanne's shit got to do with ATF?"
Stahl quickly composed herself and huffed with a little smirk, "Well..." she drew out amused by the whole power-play. "Why should vice get all the fun, huh?"
A cop walked up to Stahl then and held open a box which the contents of had Stahl smirking a little wider. "Ah" Stahl pulled out a packet of pills. "Viagra, poppers... and blow. Tool of the trade?"
"This is bullshit!" Luanne snapped
"No, actually it's possession" Stahl countered smugly, "Maybe even intent to distribute. Shut this place down!" Stahl called out to the cops who all started ushering people out of the building immediately.
Luanne turned to Bramty helplessly, "Can they do this?"
Bramty sighed and gave Luanne a small nod as she glared at Stahl and the other cops around them. Unfortunately they can and will shut Luanne down. This is probable cause for a warrant which was all they really needed and there wasn't a thing Luanne could do about it.
"That's a wrap for Cecil B. DeMilf" Stahl snarked walking away
Bramty shook her head in annoyance, the snippy comments from the agent did nothing to help with her temper. This was some bullshit going after Luanne to get back at the club when Stahl couldn't find shit on them.
They all knew this was exactly what this shit here is!
Bramty sighed when a cop cuffed Luanne who hurled insults and cusses at him that had the cops cheeks flushing. She smirked a little, Luanne certainly had a creative vocabulary.
What else did you expect from a porn producer though?
That she was a sweet little lady?
"I'll make the calls, Luanne!" Bramty yelled after Luanne as she was led to a cop car and Bramty pulled out her phone calling Clay.
"Hey, Bramty-" Clay started when he answered the phone
"We've got a problem" Bramty cut Clay off as she headed for her bike. "ATF have Luanne in custody for possession and intent to distribute. They can't get to us... so their going after anyone associated with us, Clay. It doesn't look good up here. ATF is shutting the studio down"
"Shit!" Clay spat out, "Fucking ATF bitch!"
Bramty scoffed, "Took the words right outta my mouth"
"I'll call Gemma... make sure she knows that the problem she's looking after needs to be under lock and key" Clay sighed, "Just get back here as soon as you can. I'll call Rosen for Luanne"
"I'll be there in 5" Bramty nodded and snapped her phone shut before starting up her motorcycle and taking off for the clubhouse again.
God damn she needed a drink already and wasn't even fucking 9am yet!
By the time Bramty got to the clubhouse everyone else was already there, probably discussing what the ATF was up to. Heading straight for the bar, Bramty smiled at Tara who was currently talking to Jax looking a little worried. Bramty wondered if ATF had paid Tara a visit as well?
Maybe they were going after the clubs Old Ladies?
Either way Bramty was beyond done with this ATF bitch and her bullshit power-plays!
Bramty smiled as Half-Sack passed her a beer from behind the bar and she shook her head while sipping it. Shit it wasn't even lunchtime yet and she was already drinking. If this wasn't an indicator of how shit today was gonna be then Bramty didn't know what was.
"Bramty!"
Bramty turned at hearing her name and was almost barrelled into by a frantic looking Wendy. Bramty frowned and was about to speak when Wendy looked at her with tears in her worried eyes, grabbing Bramty's arms Wendy let out a shaky breath. "She knew everything about me, Bramty! She knew about Abel! She knew about- about what I told you!"
Bramty blinked in surprise and guided Wendy into the stool at the bar ignoring the looks they were getting from Juice and some of the other guys sitting around the clubhouse. Though none of those assholes made a move to help calm the emotional girl, of course.
"Okay" Bramty sighed, "I want you to breath, Wendy. Take a breath and then explain what your talking about. Okay?"
"O-okay" Wendy gulped in a large breath of air before she nodded that she was calm enough to explain herself properly. "T-the ATF agent... some woman, her, uh, her name was-"
"Agent Stahl?" Bramty said gritting her teeth in annoyance
"Yeah her!" Wendy nodded, "She was saying all this stuff to me about him"
Bramty perused her lips, she knew exactly who Wendy was talking about; Agent Kohn. However, what Bramty didn't know was what happened to the guy that had Wendy so worried. As far as Bramty knew, Hale and another deputy escorted Kohn to a flight back to Chicago.
The agent hadn't bothered the club again and Bramty wasn't sure what the big deal was?
Why did it matter that this ATF bitch knows Kohn's a creepy paedophile stalker?
"What exactly did she say about him, Wendy?" Bramty asked with narrowed eyes
Wendy gulped, "She knows that Kohn never got off the plane in Chicago... I think she knows he never got on the plane in the first place" Wendy whispered, the 18 year old was shaking like a leaf.
Bramty was surprised but she didn't dare say that to Wendy. Bramty might not have been informed on what exactly went down with Kohn disappearing but she could piece it together just fine. Which is, no doubt, exactly what Stahl had done as well.
That of course didn't mean that Stahl had proof of shit all. If the ATF did have proof? Well they'd of been arrested already.
"It's all smoke" Bramty assured Wendy, helping the girl to breath and calm down again. The last thing they needed was this girl becoming a liability. "Look, Wendy, they've got nothing on you or us"
"But she said-" Wendy started
"This bitch can say anything she wants to, that doesn't mean she knows anything" Bramty said firmly and waited until Wendy started nodding in agreement with the sound logic. "They have nothing on SAMCRO which is why they're harassing people close to the club"
"Yeah, yeah that makes sense I guess" Wendy calmed down and then looked sheepishly around the clubhouse where various of the patched members had witnessed her tears.
"Kohn was a wanted man, he didn't show up in Chicago because he didn't want to go to jail. He's probably halfway around the world by now" Bramty suggested, speaking as if she knew it to be fact rather than a carefully crafted lie.
"Yeah, half way" Wendy scoffed but let out a small relieved breath
"You" Bramty started then sighed, "You didn't say anything did you? Cause you need to tell me if you said anything and we can fix it"
"No!" Wendy quickly denied, her eyes growing wide at the implication of her having become a rat. "No, I wouldn't do that! I didn't do that. I promise. This is my family, I don't want anyone to get hurt cause they protected me"
"Good" Bramty smiled at Wendy hoping to show the young and impressionable girl that she had done the right thing. They needed her to stay loyal to the club, especially right now. "You did really good, alright?"
Wendy beamed and nodded her head, "I didn't even cry until I knew that woman was gone" the girl admitted and Bramty bit her tongue not to laugh. Instead she pulled Wendy into a hug and ignored her own discomfort at the action. Reassuring the scared girl that she had done good.
"Your gonna be a real good Old Lady to Abel" Bramty smiled and kissed Wendy's forehead before handing the girl a shot of tequila.
"You think?" Wendy blushed
"Of course" Bramty smiled kindly as she resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "You protected Abel, you protected the club... your family at all costs"
"Cool" Wendy smiled
"Yeah, cool" Bramty muttered shaking her head before she left to head into Church with everyone else now that Unser had arrived and Bobby is back. They had some serious shit to talk about today and they were all gonna have to steel themselves for the next few weeks to come. They weren't gonna be easy with ATF looking for a weakness and if shit like Luanne kept happening, they might just find one.
And Bramty would stop at nothing to prevent that from happening...
Bramty nodded at Clay when she walked into Church and told everyone that ATF had paid a visit to Wendy. "...girl didn't say anything. She seems to want to be an Old Lady more than a rat which is good for us" she concluded with a shrug
"Ain't that just great" Clay commented sarcastically before he sighed again. "Well, right now they've got Lianne on drug charges and Cherry on theft and arson"
Bramty blinked in surprise and looked over at Half-Sack who shifted uncomfortably in his chair with a big frown on his face.
Clearly Half-Sack was as surprised as anyone about the charges on his Old Lady.
"When did shit with Cherry go down?" Bramty asked
"This morning" Bobby shrugged, "She was arrested in the store... tried to make a run for it"
"It don't make sense" Half-Sack said still frowning, "Cherry didn't steal nothing and she didn't set anything on fire either"
"Maybe they were old charges?" Juice offered
"Either way" Unser spoke up giving Half-Sack a sympathetic look before continuing. "Stahl is trying to use RICO. If she can prove her case, she can take everyone down"
"And if we go down?..." Chibs asked setting a hard look on the lawman who didn't seem pleased at the subtle threat.
"...then I go down" Unser grumbled, "Why do you think I'm sitting at the goddamn table, Scotty?"
Clay nodded to Chibs, signalling for the scotsman to backdown. Which Chibs did without complaint. Unser had been on their side for too many years for them to not take the man at his word.
"We got anything to be worried about with the doc?" Clay asked Jax
"No. Tara is with us 100%" Jax assured almost looking offended that anyone asked.
However, if there was any Old Lady aside from Gemma who could end this club by ratting; it's Tara.
"Okay" Clay nodded backing off as he looked to Bobby, "It's RICO, so anything your ex-wives could bring to the ATF?"
Bobby thought for a minute then shook his head, "Nah. First Ex-wife died a few years ago... she was the only one who knew anything about the club. The others I didn't tell shit to"
"Good, Good" Clay nodded, "What are we gonna do about this shit?"
"Well, Rosen can't get through to Otto in Stockton. He's on Federal watch" Tig announced shaking his head in annoyance
"Ay, no bueno" Bramty muttered to herself feeling a headache coming on - fuck she was too young for that shit!
"No calls in, or out" Opie huffed knowing what that meant - they couldn't tell Otto about RICO.
Bramty sat forward in her chair, racking her brain for anything that could help them at the moment and thinking of nothing. Goddamn nothing!
Fuck this stupid ATF Pendeja!
"Stahl's pressing him for history, huh?" Jax sighed
Bramty nodded, "And using Luanne as leverage" she hummed not surprised at this point in the slightest. It was some dirty tricks that this agent seemed to love using against them.
Weren't the cops supposed to be the good guys?
Saving families and all that shit?
"Otto will never rat" Piney huffed in offence
"You know if it was me..." Clay started thoughtfully, "If it was me and they had Gemma, I'd just give them something useless - some old shit that wouldn't hurt the club"
"With RICO" Unser cut in, "No info is useless"
"but that's Clay's point" Bramty spoke up nodding her understanding of what Clay was getting at here. "Otto doesn't know about RICO... and while I don't think he'd ever turn rat on purpose, he doesn't know that even small, old shit can hurt the club" she sighed
Jax nodded, "The way Otto pines for Luanne, he'll do anything he can to protect her - we have to get word to him quickly"
Everyone nodded now that they understood what Clay had been saying and how important it was that they get to Otto before it's too late. The Past crimes and evidence was what was going to be the hardest to find on the club and also what would bring them all down.
"little Cherry pie knows all about Indian Hills" Tig pointed out
Half-Sack sighed, "Cherry wouldn't say anything" he tried to sound confident but even Half-Sack was looking a little unsure.
After all, he hadn't even known his Old Lady was a wanted woman in the first place.
"We all have our past and present indiscretions, boys" Bramty broke up trying to get them back on track before Tig could explode. She knew that look of frustration in Tig's eyes, it was mirrored in each of the people sitting around the table right now. However, Bramty also knew that Tig dealt with it the worst of all of them and an argument wasn't what they needed right now.
"Goddamn ATF bitch!" Clay yelled, "THAT GODDAMN BITCH!"
"Hey!" Jax suddenly looked all smiles as he turned to Unser with a raised brow.
Everyone waited with baited breath, hoping this was a great idea that would save them all.
"They keep the girls in your cells overnight?" Jax asked
Unser nodded slowly, "Yeah?"
Bramty laughed and her entire face lit up in relief at the idea she caught onto before anyone else. The others watched in confusion as she too turned to Unser, "You still got the keys?" Bramty grinned
"Yeah?" Unser nodded again still looking as confused as everyone else
"What are you guys thinking here?" Clay leaned forward in his chair waiting to hear what was gonna fix a few of their problems.
"Get a message to Luanne" Jax said, "She talks to Otto, she can warn him about Stahl using RICO" the VP supplied
"See where Cherry is at as well" Bramty added
Jax nodded before looking to Unser, "You think you can get me inside?"
Unser shrugged, "I doubt the feds are working round the clock... but I got 4 guys and dispatch on 11:00 to 7:00"
Tig smiled, "Well, maybe we can come up with something?"
"Keep them busy and all that" Bobby chuckled nodding along with Tig
"Well, you clear them out, I'll get you in" Unser agreed easily
Chibs held up a hand though to pause Unser as he asked, "What about security cameras?"
"It's a police station" Unser said as if that answered Chibs' question. Seeing raised brows Unser added, "I got cops. I don't need cameras" everyone shrugged, they didn't particularly care since it worked in their favor.
"Everybody in favour?" Clay asked and everyone raised their hands in agreement... even Unser raised his hand as if his vote actually mattered. Bramty chuckled and kissed Unser's cheek, it was cute how he tried to be a part of the group sometimes.
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"Enough of this goddamn pussy shit, I need a fucking brawl!" Bramty complained as she followed Tig, Bobby and Piney into the bar that they planned on causing a scene at. "And a fucking drink!" she added almost pushing Tig out of the way to get to the bar and signal down a bartender.
Tig laughed, "You aren't even legal"
Bramty gave him a seething look then pulled down the top of her shirt further. Giving everyone a better view of her ample chest. "I don't need an ID when I've got tits" she said looking at Tig as if he were stupid.
"Kids these days!" Piney grumbled in disgust at her actions.
Bramty sent Tig a smug look when the bartender didn't even bother asking her for an ID. It wasn't like she didn't look her age or something, cause she's close enough to drinking age for fucks' sake!
What the hell difference does a few months make anyway when it comes to killing your liver?
Though considering she had been 14 when she first started drinking, her liver had pretty much been doomed from the start.
Once they had been served their drinks they sat at the bar waiting. They had to wait until Jax and Opie got to the station before they had people callin' the cops.
"You ever get high off of this?" Tig asked while twirling the oxygen tank that Piney had set on the bar.
Piney didn't look impressed by the question but sighed and answered anyway. "It's just oxygen" he told Tig
"No, I know. I know." Tig nodded before turning the dial on the bottle, listening as the oxygen started flowing more freely. "But can't you turn it way up and get, like… you, know, the Blue Velvet kind of thing going on?" Tig put his hand over his mouth and to mimic the sucking noise.
"What the hell is wrong with him?" Piney grunted in annoyance, turning away from Tig.
"The list is too long, my friend." Bobby laughed with an exasperated shake of his head.
This phone went off and the SAA read the message before giving them all a nod. "Bobby, we should do this now" Tig announced
Bramty's smiled and stood before tucking herself under Tigs arm as they made their way over to the table of Mexicans.
Watching as Bobby started to get up but Piney stopped him, "Listen, Bobby. I'll do it."
"All right. No, hey." Bobby removed Pineys oxygen tube's. Agreeing to letting Piney approach the white cowboys.
Bramty smiled slightly as she and Tig came to stand in front of the table of Mexicans. She looked up at the group who paused at their approach. "Hola" Bramty greeted, "¿Cómo estas? lamento interrumpirte..."
Tig nodded when Bramty looked at him and continued for her as he looked to the men of the group. "Look, guys, uh… last thing I want to do is start any trouble. My girl, she's Mexican, too. These assholes over here - the ones at that table… the shit they're saying about your girl..." Tig trailed off
Bramty made a face of disgust of nodded in agreement. "Pinche pendejos!" She swore
Bramty held back a smirk at the growing anger on all the men's faces as they heard that their women were being disrespected. It really was an impressive sight. Sure, some might call it misogynistic but Bramty thought that you should always defend your own.
If she had a man of her own she wouldn't be letting anybody talk shit about him.
Hell Bramty respected any man willing to fight for his woman!
Turning to look back at the table Piney was feeding the same bullshit to - she spotted a guy immediately approaching them. The gringo looked pissed too as his fist found Tigs face. Bramty grinned and levelled the Gringo with her own mean right hook.
One of the guys from the table she and Tig had approached, stood and placed a hand on her back as he guided her to a seat before he too jumped in the fight.
Bramty didn't take offence though.
These people didn't know she could fight and hold her own easily. So, instead she sat back and watched the brawl before returning to Bobby's side and placing a call to Charming Police.
"Charming Sheriff-" a woman answered the phone
"Yes! There's a brawl! At the little bar in town! OMG I think that guy just lost a tooth! Please hurry!" Bramty rushed out before hanging up the phone and smirking at Bobby when he laughed.
"You enjoy this too much" Bobby chuckled
Bramty pouted in exaggeration but smiled when Bobby took her hand and they walked back out to their bikes. They didn't need to be here when the cops arrived.
They weren't looking to get arrested too!
"Well done." Bobby smirked at Piney.
"I do what I can" Piney laughed taking his oxygen tank back from a Bobby before they all headed back to the clubhouse.
Stahl sighed as she sat down in her temporary offices chair. It felt good putting that old dog Unser in his place - in the middle of his own station no less.
Hale barged into the office right behind her. "You didn't have to humiliate the guy…" Hale commented looking a little guilty on her behalf for the low blow she delivered.
Stahl smirked, that suited her just fine...
If David Hale couldn't grow a pair and do whatever needed to be done then so be it. She didn't need Hale for anything other than getting laid... and she could find that anywhere.
"You're the one who got the ball rolling, sparky. You wanna play in my backyard, or the cow pastures?" She told him
"I want to stop SAMCRO." Hale vowed determinedly
"Good." She nodded, she could work with that. "Alright let's catch you up then"
Stahl splayed out the file she had been working on recently. Watching Hale closely as he moved towards her desk to see what she had gathered on the sons so far.
"We know that the Sons are getting their guns in oil barrels from Dungloe, Ireland" Stahl started
"True I.R.A. territory, right?" Hale recalled
"Yes, but these guys did not buy into the peace accord. The guns are how they keep their pro-Irish agenda on fire." Stahl told him before she produced a mugshot of a middle-aged man. "Michael McKeevy… Big Irish player. He was found beaten to death two weeks ago. Pier 56, Oakland shipyard."
Hale sucked in a breath as he looked at the crime scene pictures. "You think this was Clay?"
"No, I don't. I think it was this guy" She pulled out another photo - this one of another older man, only he was lying dead outside of an apartment.
Hale frowned, "Who is he?"
Stahl smirked a little as she answered. "Brenan Hefner - Oakland Port Commissioner. Very dirty. I think that a deal went south and Hefner killed McKeevy"
"So who killed Hefner?" Hale looked between both photos.
Stahl widened her eyes and shook her head mockingly. She liked that Hale was determined to squash SAMCRO, but she needed to be sure he was smart enough to work with her in this.
"SAMCRO…" Hale said with realisation
"McKeevy was a friend, Hefner was an obstacle." She explained glad that he had been able to figure it out fairly quickly. "Oakland D.A.'s gonna keep me informed."
"This intel, the murders we had here last week, the shooting - this all points to the Sons." Hale pointed out as if she didn't already know that.
Stahl rolled her eyes, "Don't be creaming those khakis just yet, Deputy. It may point to the Sons, but we've got shit to convict. It's all circumstantial evidence."
Hale sighed, "So how does Luann tie into all of this?"
Stahl raised her brows still amused at how flustered he always gets.
"RICO. We need to prove that Sons of Anarchy is an ongoing criminal enterprise - that there's been illegal activity over the past ten years. So, we use Luann's incarceration as a bargaining chip with her husband, Otto Delaney." She held out the mugshot of the long haired man. "We dig up the dirt in the past, and then we go after the present."
"These guys will never rat on each other " Hale scoffed.
"You're really missing the theme here, honey…" Stahl shook her head slowly, staring at him mockingly. "Outlaw clubs do not keep their women in the dark. They're smart. They use them… We go after the ones who have the most to lose" She placed three photos in front of him. "Job, family, freedom." pointing to a photo of Luanne, Tara and one of Cherry.
Hale nodded and sat himself down in the edge of the desk as he looked over the notes of the file.
Stahl watched him and then pursed her lips as she recalled the one person of all the women she had not gotten a good read on.
Supplying the image Stahl handed it to Hale. "What can you tell me about her?"
Hale sighed, "Bramty Lowman is Happy Lowmans daughter"
Stahl nodded thoughtfully - she had known that much from the last name. However, in all her time investigating outlaw clubs she had never seen a woman so involved with the club.
Bramty almost appeared to be one of SAMCRO's members...
"Her mother never told Happy about his daughter and when he found out years later he adopted the girl. Took full custody. Bramty lived at the SAMCRO clubhouse since she was 5" Hale continued, "Dont think she's innocent in all this though. Bramty is one of them - she's practically a member"
"Really?" Stahl couldn't hide her surprise at hearing that.
Of course she suspected that, but she never really thought the club would actually allow a woman to know all their business. Hell if Bramty was that involved then the girl must also be conducting SAMCRO business! Sure, they used their wives to help them but the wives were rarely considered a member of the club...
Bramty Lowman has to be one real special girl!
"Yeah" Hale scoffed angrily as he nodded. "None are more loyal than that Bramty. Clay will betray that club before Bramty does"
"How does a members daughter end up following in Daddy's footsteps?" Stahl hummed begrudgingly impressed Bramty had managed to do what many died trying to do.
"I don't know any specifics" Hale sighed, "But from the town gossip and rumours I've heard... she's been going around to visit other Son Charters. Helping them with business"
"She's the real Queen if SAMCRO then" Stahl smirked
"The Princess" Hale spat out
Stahl almost asked what his problem was before she remembered seeing the incident report between Hale and the Lowman girl. She didn't think Hale was into jailbait - though she could never really be too sure - but his anger suddenly made sense.
"What?" She blinked at Hale as a smirk tugged in her lips. "Got a little stiffy for Miss. Bramty, Deputy?" She taunted
Hale straightened up hearing the allegation but before he could comment there was a knock on the door.
"Where should I put these?" One of the detectives asked, holding a stack of boxes.
"Put those in my office. Thanks Bill." Hale nodded and stormed out of her office.
Stahl watched him go with a wide smile on her face. She might be a law woman but she liked being a bitch sometimes.
And who better to piss off than the Boy Scout deputy?
Shaking her head she flipped the file closed. Her eyes once again falling on the image of Bramty Lowman. Stahl knew flipping this woman, hell even making it look like she flipped, was not an option. Not if she wanted these bikers to actually believe it. Bramty seemed to be the definition of loyal.
Though that just meant Stahl was going to take Bramty down alongside the rest of these thugs.
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