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 11
Bramty sighed and curled further into her fathers chest, not yet ready to wake up and face the day. She had a feeling today was not gonna be any better than the last few days. Her only hope was that this shit storm didn't get any worse. Though she doubted that was going to be the case.
"Wake your ass up already" Dad groaned, his voice merely a deep rumble this early in the morning.
"5 more minutes!" Bramty insisted like she always did when she didn't really have anything particular she needed to be doing.
What kind of sick fucker passes up on an opportunity to sleep in?
Dad chuckled but then sat up in bed, pulling her up with him, much to her dismay. Bramty glared at him but Daddy only rolled his eyes, unaffected by her anger at being woken up. "Go get dressed. We'll go get breakfast at the diner" Dad said
Bramty nodded, "Yeah. okay" she relented knowing she could easily put away a hash brown and a breakfast burrito right about now. Plus, Bramty always had liked the coffee at the local diner despite its average food selection.
Making her way across the hall into her own dorm room, Bramty quickly jumped in the shower.
After all these years living with only men around Bramty had learnt how to look nice and be quick about it too. Dressing in a pair of her favourite dark wash worn skinny jeans and a wife-beater tank top. Bramty pulled on red flannel button up on top. She didn't plan on taking her motorcycle out for breakfast.
Daddy was the only one she liked to ride bitch with anyway.
At least he was the only one since she had gotten her own bike and license. 'Cause before then, she had ridden bitch with whoever got suckered into taking her some place.
Pulling her hair into a secure pony tail, Bramty slipped on her big golden hoop earrings. As much as she liked to say she wasn't that much of a chola anymore... if she wasn't wearing leather then she was wearing something that easily classified as 'chola-wear'. Bramty didn't mind though, she looked damn fine and nobody could say otherwise.
Heading out to the bar area Bramty smiled at everyone who had gathered around the room. "Hey Bobby" Brandy kissed his cheek
They all turned to Clay when he walked out of Church on the phone. "Thanks, Jason" Clay said before hanging up.
"Rosen?" Gemma asked with raised brows, all of them hoping for good news.
Jason Rosen was the clubs lawyer and had been for as long as Bramty could remember. The guy would skirt whatever law you asked him to, as long as he gets paid the big bucks for it.
"Yeah. Luann's in the clear. Otto— not so much" Clay sighed
"Why, what happened?" Piney frowned
Bramty wanted to know the same thing. Stahl had threatened Otto with Luanne not the other way around. Whatever happened with Otto was news to Bramty.
Clay laughed, "He shattered Stahl's face!" The President told them all and cheers broke out across the entire room.
"Oh, I love that man." Tig smirked nodding vigorously
Chibs had to lean on a pool cue to stand as he started cracking up. "Oh! Me too!" Chibs agreed loudly with Tig.
"He was tryin' to prove to the club he wasn't gonna give anything up. We're clear of the A.T.F., ladies and germs." Clay announced as he stepped behind the bar while the others celebrated. Everyone was smiling now - all of them having wished on multiple occasions they could do what Otto had done.
"Breakfast!" Bramty cheered at her father who had just finished his smoke.
Daddy smiled, "You ridin' bitch?"
"Sí" Bramty nodded before following him towards the clubhouse doors.
"Clay, cops!" Juice yelled slamming his laptop shut.
Everyone knew what that meant and they all steeled themselves for what was to come. Not that they had much warning or time to do so before the doors burst open... Glass shattered, doors were busted in and cops filled the clubhouse.
"Get down! Everybody down!"
The pigs in riot gear grabbed the first person they saw and then threw them to the floor or into walls. Making sure every person was secured and unable to fight back against the brutality.
"Everybody down! Everybody down!"
Juice, Chibs and Tig were thrown to the floor with no remorse from the hateful cops. Jax had been grabbed and slammed up against the wall. The force behind the movement dropping a picture frame to the floor, before Jax was forced to the ground. Bramty sucked in a sharp breath when some cop manhandling her almost smacked her face into the wall. She was thankful for her own quick reflexes then, because that would have been a broken nose for sure!
"Hey!" Daddy growled but was restrained and forced to the floor by three cops all trying to stop him resisting.
She knew what her Dad was capable of doing if he thought she was hurt. And right now, amongst all the panic, he didn't need to be worried about her... So Bramty knocked her shoulder into the cop with enough force to allow her to safely turn her head to the other side. Bramty looked her father in the eye and gave him a nod - one that let him know she was alright.
Daddy didn't look the slightest bit happy when the cops forced her onto the ground, but he calmed at least.
"Get off her!" Clay yelled drawing Bramty's attention.
Almost everyone had been secured and restrained at this point by the many cops that were standing around. One of which was grabbing Gemma and pushing her to the floor roughly. The cops had to grab Clay and throw him down beside Gemma when he tried to go after the cop.
Stahl chuckled at the scene when she finally walked into the clubhouse.
An A.T.F. agent grabbed Bobby hauled him to his feet before grinning to place him in cuffs. "Robert Munson, you're under arrest for the murder of Brenan Hefner."
"Who?" Bobby asked playing dumb
"You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say may be used against you in a court of law." The cops continued leading him away from the clubhouse
"I'll call Rosen, Bobby!" Clay yelled from the floor. "You just sit tight."
Stahl kicked Clay in the side for the comment. Bramty resisted both the urge to kill the bitch and winced at the impact.
"Hey! Fucking bitch!" Gemma yelled in protest
Stahl only smirked before kicking Clay again. "Manners, darling. Manners." Stahl tutted before waltzing out of the clubhouse looking entirely too pleased with herself.
Bramty looked around the room as she took her seat in Church. They were all trying to keep their shit together after Bobby's arrest. Fact of the matter is that they still had business to attend to, no matter how much they all wish they could be doing more for Bobby.
"Our retainer with Rosen's good for one more week. If this thing with Bobby goes to trial, we're gonna have to pony up some serious up-front cash." Clay told them all
It was just more bad news to add to the steaming pile of shit being dumped on them.
Bramty sighed, they didn't have that type of money but they would find it for Bobby. She knew that. They didn't have any other option, because these charges Bobby is facing could mean life in prison. There was no way they would leave Bobby to do a life sentence if they could help it.
"We have every dime in the warehouse rebuild." Juice reminded Clay unnecessarily
"I know." Clay sighed, "Which is why I talked to Alvarez. The Mayans want guns. They want them right away"
"We ain't got nothing to sell. Irish don't start shipping till next month." Jax huffed out
Clay nodded, "We pull our security surplus. We sell 'em those."
"Wait a minute!" Chibs interrupts. "I thought we didn't sell that surplus?"
"We don't" Jax snapped
"We sell 'em those guns. It's a goodwill gesture. Mayans turn around, place a big order. They give us half the cash in advance" Tig explained as he figured out Clays intentions and nodded in approval.
"It leaves us nothing to protect the club" Half-Sack piped up from his seat.
"I'm out of ideas here, Jax." Clay grumbled. "If we don't jump on this deal, we lose it. I'm just trying to help Bobby here"
"I get that. But A.T.F. are still camped out at Unser's office. You really want to take that risk?" Jax fired back only loosing a little of his anger at the mention of Bobby.
"If we can do this smart..." Opie trailed off showing he was open to a good plan.
Clay nodded gratefully, "We set up two locations in Oakland, right? We pick up the money from one. We drop off the guns at the other. This way even if the feds are watching us, they never see money for guns"
"Why would the feds still be trailing us?" Juice asked
"We don't know what these feds got on us yet. We can't risk anything" Tig said not leaving any room for argument. Not that there would have been any arguments to being cautious.
"You and Tig pick up the money?" Jax started, "Me and-"
"Bramty" Clay cut off Jax and looked at her with a raised brow in question.
Bramty smirked and gave a nod of confirmation. Nobody had ever had to work hard at getting her to go out and deal with something for the club.
After Church was concluded for the day they all scampered off to do what needed to be done today. Bramty waited at the bar for Jax and Opie to get done collecting the surplus guns. Dad had left last night after Bobby's arrest to go take Cherry and the Irishman up to Canada. Apparently Cherry threatened to rat on the club to Jax so he would break her out.
"C'mon!" Jax hollered
Bramty followed him out to where the van was waiting for them. She jumped behind the wheel before Jax could, earning herself a chuckle from Clay who already knew how bad Jax's driving was. She easily drove them to the location, doubling back to make sure they weren't being followed. The last thing they needed right now was to get more members busted by the feds.
"Here" Bramty announced, "Do you want me to wait here or be with you, Clay?"
Clay nodded, "With us" and then got out to the van with Jax to go exchange the guns for the money with the Mayans.
Bramty followed behind them and gave a nod to the Mayans. She couldn't help but feel a little pride in the fact that they were watching her being included in a business meeting. Of course they knew of her involvement but they'd yet to see it themselves.
"Alvarez" Clay greeted Marcus
Marcus nodded at Clay and the two shook hands. "Bring the money" Marcus nodded to his crew
Bishop stepped forward with the bag of money and set it on the ground in front of Clay. Clay made no move to check the money, instead he gave Bramty a nod and she stepped forward to do it for him. Looking through the bag she counted and checked over the money, finding nothing wrong with it. "We're good, Clay" Bramty confirmed
Clay smiled then and held out his hands, gesturing for Jax to hand over the weapons. "Great!" However just as Chico took the bag from Clay, cars rolled up and started firing shots.
Everyone scrambled finding some form of cover as they went for their own weapons. Shots were ringing out and Bramty realised the attackers were the Niners.
How the Niners had found them?
She didn't know.
Looking around she spotted Jax and Clay taking cover behind their van. The Mayans had scrambled to get cover but Chico had been shot in the leg. Unfortunately Chico was able to do now was stay as low to the ground as possible. "Fuck!" Bramty spat out and looked over at Marcus who was trying to get a good angle on the Niners. At the moment the Mayans weren't their enemy... and Bramty wanted to help her family. Even if they were a rival club. With their newest peace agreement what was stopping her from using the good angle she had of the Niners now?
Nothing.
Those Niners were gonna die.
Like a lot.
"Marc?!" Bramty hollered catching his attention, she held up her gun and gave a nod in Chico's direction. Marcus seemed to understand cause he smiled gratefully in response.
Taking a deep breath Bramty started firing at the Niners. Bullets littered their car and she pulled out her second glock to continue her attack. Bramty only paused when Marcus had successfully pulled Chico to safety. She wasn't sure how many of the Niners had shown up but she knew she managed to kill 3 of them and wound 4 more.
Before anyone else could say anything the Niners sped off - retreating.
Bramty grumbled in anger as she watched them go and then turned to survey the aftermath. Jax and Clay were fine and managed to find cover the entire time. There were a few dead Niners that had been left behind but she didn't see any Mayan fatalities.
Jax pulled the van up beside her, "Get in" he yelled and she didn't hesitate.
Cops were controlled by Mayans out here... they could handle this mess.
When Rosen pulled up in the TM parking lot everyone was quick to reach the man. All of them wanting to know what evidence the Feds have on Bobby. "What's going on?" Clay demanded
"I wanted to give you this news in person" Rosen said nodding at everyone who had gathered around him.
Tig sighed, "Doesn't sound good"
"It's not. The U.S. Attorney is releasing the details on the witness at 5:00. At 5:01, A.T.F. is presenting their case for Hefner's murder. Bring him in for a lineup. From what the prosecution's shared, he's probably not going back home."
"Ay, Dios mío!" Bramty breathed out
"So what do we know?" Tig demanded
"There's an eyewitness. Probably a resident. They offered wit pro, which means he's in lockdown" Rosen explained, "I'll drag my feet. See that they don't bring him in too early. Sorry"
There was silence as everyone processed the implications of this.
Someone had witnessed the hit go down and they needed to die. Of course, none of them bothered telling Rosen that just cause the rat was in wit pro didn't mean he was unreachable.
"...Has my office called you about my retainer?" Rosen carelessly asked
Clay scoffed, "Sure. Thanks."
The group walked back into the clubhouse. None of them done with this conversation yet and wanting to be away from prying ears. "Their whole case against Bobby and Opie is that witness. Without him, they got nothing." Clay says thoughtfully once they were alone.
"So we got to get to him" Tig shrugged easily.
Juice nodded, "Kill him?"
Bramty nodded her head at Juices stupid question. "He's a rat. Rats deserve to die. End of story" she spat though her anger wasn't directed at Juice.
"Wit pro" means safe house. Twenty-four hour protection." Jax added warily
"That's a dead end" Chibs nodded with a dejected sigh
Bramty cleared her throat earning looks from the men. "Yeah, Uh, the hardest thing about wit pro is finding the location" she told them with a wide smirk on her face.
"Right" Tig drew out laughing with a knowing smile that mirrored her own.
Bramty shrugged at the various looks of surprise she was getting. She had done a lot when she was away from them and SAMCRO. Even some things that she knew wouldn't sit right with these men, but it had been what needed to be done.
This was no different.
They couldn't let Bobby and possibly Opie go to prison for life. Bramty would do anything to stop that from happening.
For her family.
For her club.
"Maybe Trammel can help" Jax offered with a shrug, "If the safe house is in San Joaquin, he's probably got sheriffs on it."
Clay nodded, "Okay. You work that and I'll pay Oswald a visit"
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Bramty was sat at the bar with Juice and Clay while they all waited around for confirmation that the rat is dead. Daddy had gone to the location they'd gotten from Oswald with Chibs and Tig. That had been 2 hours ago though...
Now all she could do was wait.
There was a soft ping from Juice's computer and Bramty immediately noticed the man's demeaner had changed. Juice stiffened, his face growing pale and eyes wide as he stared at the screen.
Clay seemed to notice too because he clapped Juice on the shoulder with a frown. "What's wrong?"
"The info on that witness just came out. She's a 17-year-old girl!" Juice choked out
"Holy shit!" Jax hissed standing quickly and approaching the laptop as if checking himself would change that fact.
"Dad will pull the trigger, don't worry" Bramty assured the men knowing her father was very much like herself; willing to do anything for family.
For the club.
"Where are they?" Jax demanded not waiting for an answer before taking the address from Juice and pulling off his Kutte.
"What are you doing, Jax? Where the hell are you goin'? Jax! Shit!" Clay yelled, but was given no answer as Jax raced out the clubhouse.
Bramty sighed and stood getting ready to follow after Jax. Only pausing to give Clay a nod, "I'll get this done, Clay" she assured
Clay sighed and nodded before she raced out the door to her bike and followed after Jax.
She understood why Jax wanted to stop this hit from happening. It was a girl the same age as Jax's own kids. A girl not much younger than herself, but it didn't change facts. This girl - as unfortunate as the situation is - had made an informed choice to rat out Bobbie and Opie and this was the consequences of that. Bramty didn't like the fact that the girl had to die. However her dislike of what has to happen doesn't stop it from needing to be done.
A rat is a rat.
Bramty would choose Bobby over a 17 year old girl without a doubt. Unfortunately, this is what has to happen for them to get Bobby back. Bramty wasn't going to let Jax's moral's interfere with that. She would stop Jax or Chibs from having the weight of this girls death on them... she knew they didn't want that. But at least Chibs would be willing to carry what he viewed as a burden if it hit Bobby home.
Bobby would have done it for one of them.
No matter his own personal feelings on the deed, he would have done it.
When Bramty got to the location she spotted the cops passed out and tied up. Following Jax she held her gun in her hand as she walked into the safe house. They had tied a sweatshirt around the girls face so she couldn't see them. And the girl was sitting in a chair in the kitchen, crying.
"I can do this, bro" Daddy was saying to Tig and Chibs
"No, it's me" Tig decided approaching the girl. "I'm really sorry, kid" Tig said pulling out his gun just as Jax rushed into the room.
"Wait!" Jax yelled
Tig whipped around, "Jesus! You scared the shit out of me, man!" He hissed once he realised it was just Jax.
"Put down the gun, Tig!" Jax snapped
"What?" Tig frowned in confusion before he started shaking his head in refusal.
"We don't kill women" Jax spat
"What are you doing here, brother?" Chibs demanded warily, stepping up to defuse the situation. Chibs was close with Jax and had been for a long time. It was why Chibs always defended Jax when he stepped out of line.
"What the hell is this?" Daddy questioned when Jax aimed his gun, cocking it and placing it to the side of Tig's head.
Bramty sucked in a breath, she knew what Jax was trying to do here but holding that gun at a brothers head... she thought Daddy might just kill the VP for it. That was one of the highest levels of disrespect in the eyes of any club member. Killing a brother or seriously threatening to - wasn't something any Son took lightly. The fact Jax would turn on his brother over the life of a stranger spoke volumes.
"Put it down, or I will put a bullet in your temple" Jax growled out at Tig
"You think you got the balls to do that?" Tig taunted but Jax squeezed the trigger tighter. After a few seconds Tig sighed seeing that Jax was serious. "All right." He sets his gun down on the table.
"This wasn't the plan" Dad snapped looking at Chibs and then at Jax in obvious disgust and anger.
Bramty stepped further into the room and gave Dad a meaningful look. One that told him exactly why she was here. Catching her look and understanding it, Daddy gave Bramty a nod of confirmation in return.
Both of them were in the same page; for Bobby.
"The plan's been changed, Hap" Jax stated in a low voice as he approached the tied up girl.
"You think this through" Chibs threatens pointing at Jax, unaware that it wouldn't matter.
Bramty wasn't about to let Jax screw this up.
Jax drew knife, slicing it through all the tape and released the girl's wrists. He pulled the shirt off of the girl's face and pulled the tape away from her mouth. Bramty pursued her lips in disapproval as Jax let the girl see all their faces. He was planning on letting the girl live after seeing their faces?
That was endangering them all!
Shit.
"You see this guy? He's a bad guy, and he wants you dead. You know why? 'Cause you're gonna rat on two of his friends! So you can't do that, 'cause he will find you no matter where you are. And next time, I won't be there to save your life. You understand? The Feds, the cops— Nobody can protect you. That's obvious. If you testify, you will die."
"I won't. I promise. I won't." The girl promises eagerly nodding at the chance to live through this.
Bramty felt a tinge of sadness for the girl but she easily and quickly squashed it.
That wouldn't do any good.
This girl made her choice and these were the consequences of that choice. Sometimes you just have to let it be as simple as that.
"You get a train, you get a bus, you steal a goddamn car. I don't give a shit. You get out of California tonight, or you're dead!" Jax threatened allowing the girl to get to her feet.
Bramty moved quickly from her position behind Jax as soon as they girl moved out of his reach. She grabbed the girl, shoving her against the wall and pulled the trigger quickly. Bramty watched the wiz of the bullet leave the gun before blood splattered on her face and the wall.
No hesitation.
No guilt.
No resistance.
It was over before anyone else even realised what had happened.
There was silence for a minute after she pulled the trigger and Bramty let the girls body crumble to the floor as she tucked her gun in the waist of her pants. Looking up she met Dads knowing eyes and received a nod of approval from him. Tig's eyes reflecting pride and approval for doing what needed to be done when he was unable to do it himself. Bramty looked at Chibs who sighed. Chibs looked relieved it was over and guilty that it was what needed to happen.
"You just crossed the line" Jax threatened as he stared her down with disgust. "You know that?"
Bramty looked at Jax without so much as flinching at his words. Then, suddenly, she smiled widely at her VP. Her eyes dancing with amusement as Jax looked sick all of a sudden. "Did I?" She taunted
Jax scoffed in disgust, "She was 17 years old, Bramty!" He yelled. "She didn't need to die!"
"Yes she did" Bramty said, clicking her tongue at Jax as if speaking to a child. "Because I care more about Bobby than some girl. It needed to be done whether you liked it or not"
That only seemed to make Jax angrier because he looked like he could kill her right about now. "That wasn't your decision to make! You aren't a member of this club, Bramty!" He spat
Bramty grinned at the insult and she took a threatening step forward. A glint in her eye that had Jax rethinking his words. "I might not have a patch cause I've got a pussy" she started lowly, "but what does it say when I'm more loyal to the club than the VP is? Huh? 'Cause this wasn't your decision to make either Jax... did you forget that? Everyone voted; the witness needed to die. You aren't the President" She sneered
"At least I'm not a psychopath!" Jax snapped as if that was supposed to hurt her feelings.
Bramty only hummed as she stood nose to nose with Jax. "That hurt my feelings" she mocked and then smiled up at Jax, reviling in the fear now showing in his eyes. Knowing her flippant and sudden changed from anger and amusement would communicate the fact she wasn't as innocent as she sometimes looked.
Bramty continued to get in Jax's face.
"I did what needed to be done for my family, for the club. You don't have to like it Jax. But your the VP which means you need to get behind it. 'Cause the longer you keep thinking about yourself and your morals... the more risk you put everyone else in. I won't die for a VP who wouldn't do the same for me" she spat. "And you, Jax, are gonna get us all killed!"
"Bramty" Daddy sighed moving to step forward to end the argument. Though Dad never disagreed with a word she had said. Everyone knew that a club getting pulled in two different directions was dangerous.
"No" Tig spoke up, "Bramty's right. I think it's about time Jax hears it too!"
"Fuck you" Jax spat out
Tig laughed, "Nah man. You going against everything Clay decides, just 'cause you can, it's putting us all at risk. It's dividing the club... if we want to survive then we can't be divided"
Bramty looked over at Chibs checking his reaction.
Chibs looked like he was debating with himself on whether to agree or not. Instead he sighed, "Let's get this mess cleaned up. You should head out Jax"
Jax scoffed but stormed out the back door and left the house.
Bramty sighed as she committed herself to helping with the clean up. They needed to be out of here as soon as possible.
Standing in her room, Bramty decided she needed to get out. She needed to let loose for a little while and have some fun. None of which she was able to do in the clubhouse today. Mostly because they weren't having a party tonight... also because things had been tense since she pulled the trigger on their witness.
A few of the guys felt a little better about the murder since it wasn't a man killing that girl.
As sexist as it is, Bramty knew that most of the guys would have felt bad killing a little girl. While Bramty didn't quite care who killed who - most of the guys did.
She respected that.
Clay had thanked her for stopping Jax from making a huge mistake. Dad and Tig were proud of her for doing it as well. Half-Sack and Juice had plainly admitted they were glad she had been the one to pull the trigger - a woman killing another woman just eased their conscious a little. Chibs and Opie hadn't said anything other than for Jax to back off when the VP had continued to try and berate her for the kill.
Not that Jax seemed to care, he was having none of it.
This had changed Jax's opinion of Bramty, that much was obvious. And the VP wasn't liking what he was seeing. He had blinded himself to the fact she wasn't a little girl anymore. To say Jax wasn't taking kindly to the realisation that she's as much of a killer as her father, is an understatement.
Picking up her phone she smiled at the message for the Byz Latz party tonight.
They partied every night but Bramty hadn't been in while because off all this shit happening in Charming. Tonight seemed like the perfect night for it.
I'm in - Bramty
Great! We've missed partying with you chica! - Rosa
Be ready in half an hour - Benzo
Bramty chuckled and set her phone down again. Only looking over at it when more messages were sent between everyone. Laughing a little at the jokes she started getting dressed. Staring at her closet she grinned at the section she had for her plaid button ups. Sometimes she really did look like a chola!
Usually Bramty's style was either badass biker chick or Chola bitch.
There wasn't much in between...
Pulling on black wife beater tank top Bramty squeezed her ass into a tight pair of ripped up lightwash jeans. Catching a glimpse of her reflection in the mirror she nodded in approval. She was looking mighty fine and ain't nobody could tell her otherwise. Bramty put on a red plaid button up as a jacket and shuffled through her wardrobe for a matching bandanna.
If she was gonna look like a chola, might as well go all out...
That happened to include one of her dozens pairs of gold hoop earrings that hang down to her shoulders. Zipping up her heeled black boots, Bramty only added a little makeup. She had never been a huge fan of makeup. Even back in highschool when all her friends were applying that shit like it was gonna run out. With a small, thinly winged bit of eyeliner, she put on dark matt red lipstick and was done.
Looking in the mirror she smiled at her reflection. She looked like one fine piece of ass!
Bramty grabbed her phone as well as a easily hidden knife and her glock. With a Daddy like hers, she learnt never to go anywhere unarmed. It was better safe than sorry and with the alcohol she was sure to consume she knew her fighting ability would be off if it came down to it.
Be outside in 2 minutes. We're pulling up - Chaos
Bramty sent a quick confirmation text and almost skipped out of her dorm room. Heading for the main bar of the clubhouse she was met with a few whistles at her appearance.
"Where you off too?" Tig asked with a raised brow
"A party" Bramty rolled her eyes at him. "And if you ask me if there's gonna be boys there, I'll smack you" she warned only half joking
They'd had this argument many times during her teen years. It resulted in her sneaking off without saying anything most of the time.
Opie chuckled and Bramty winked before she headed out the door of the clubhouse. Not allowing Tig to get another comment in. However that didn't seem to be how Tig wanted to play this, because he followed, spluttering at her refusal to appease him. Bramty approached Clay and kissed him on the cheek when she spotted him sitting on the picnic bench outside. Juice, Piney, Chibs and Jax were sitting with Clay and smoking.
"Hey!" Tig demanded storming up to her again. Opie and Half-Sack reluctantly following Tig outside.
"¿Qué?" Bramty blinked at Tig with a small sigh escaping
"You know the rules!" Tig said wanting to hear her say them like she had been forced to as a teen.
Bramty's brows shot up in challenge and her hands landed on her hips as she stared him down. "Yeah?" She sneered at Tig. "Ain't a kid no more Tig. I'm gonna do whatever the fuck I wanna do!" She told him taking satisfaction in his anger
"No you won't!" Tig argued making a few of the guys laugh at his attempts to argue.
The rules that Tig and some of the guys had made when she was a teen had been for their own piece of mind. She played along knowing that if she did they'd get off her case.
"You're a tonto if you think I ever listened to your stupid rules Tig" Bramty clicked her tongue at him with a smirk. "I'm gonna go hang with some friends. I'll call if I need anything and I'll be home when I'm done" she told him firmly leaving now room for argument
Tig looked like he wanted to say something but was cut off by the sound of loud Spanish music.
Chaos' pulled his big ass orange Jeep into the TM lot. The roof and doors all removed from the the car as everyone either sat or stood in the vehicle. Rosa's excited screeching could be heard over the music as Celia and Leticia waved. The boys checking out the nice view they had of the girls asses while the car was stopped.
Bramty laughed and only spared a wave at Clay before she rushed off and hauled herself into the Jeep. Hugging the girls she grinned at the guys and stood on the centre consul with Rosa. The music changed to some rap song that they all started singing along to.
Si el ritmo te lleva a mover la cabeza
Ya empezamos como es
Mi música no discrimina a nadie
Así que vamos a romper
Brandy rapped along with the music as Chaos reversed the Jeep. She waved at the Tig and then took the joint being passed to her by Hernando. "What's their deal?" Benzo asked noticing the daggers Tig was glaring her way while the others muffled laughter at Tig's outrage.
"No le se" Bramty shrugged, "Didn't do nothin"
Rosa gave her a disbelieving look and they all threw their heads back and laughed. Nobody who knew Bramty would ever believe that she had done absolutely nothing to piss Tig off when she so clearly had a talent for it.
"Just drive before he guns you down" Bramty snickered not mentioning the fact Tig was crazy enough to do it.
Chaos wasted no time speeding recklessly out of the parking lot. They all laughed and smoked and sung their hearts out. Bramty breathed in the fresh air with a wide smile. She loved being a part of the club and It's businesses... but sometimes she missed just being a 20 year old.
Tonight she had some catching up to do.
And a hell of a hangover waiting for her tomorrow morning!
When they arrived at the Byz Latz clubhouse she grinned at the familiar faces. A few younger Mayan patches were partying in the crowds of people. Although most of the people she recognised were the Byz Latz boys or friends from high school. Instead of having croweaters or sweetbutts the Mayans have a brother Charter called the Byz Latz who deal in porn and pussy. The Mayans offer muscle for any deals and they get to indulge in the pussy working for the Byz Latz. This was where anyone associated with either club went if they wanted to party. It doubled as a club for anyone local too.
Making their way into the party everyone headed straight for the bar for drinks.
"Shots!" Celia demanded at the bartender who approached their side of the bar. The man set out shot glasses for the 8 of them.
"Ay! Ay! Ay!" Bramty hollered and they all yelled loudly as shots were downed.
Bottles of Tequila were purchased and emptied before any of them even hit the dance floor. The group was taking pictures to post on their social media's and a joint of two was being passed around the group.
" Bailar conmigo!" Celia yelled and the group followed to find somewhere to dance.
The music from the speakers was so loud you could feel the vibrations of the bass in your bones. Bramty smiled to herself, this was exactly what she had needed!
She started dancing with Rosa, one of the only other single people of their group. Leticia and Rafael were dancing and grinding together. Everyone laughing as they stayed together despite dancing in smaller pairs. Celia and Jorge were in a similar situation. Although the newly official couple were getting a little more heated with their dancing. Carla was sandwiched in between both her esposos. Bramty had finally learnt their names were Chaos and Hernando. Chaos is a Byz Latz and Hernando is a Mayan. Benzo had wandered off somewhere after they hit the bar. Bramty guessed it had something to do with his regular squeeze being here tonight.
Bramty danced easily with Rosa until a couple of guys started pushing up on them.
She turned her head to survey the two men and decided that she didn't dislike what she was seeing. Looking over at Rosa in silent communication, Bramty chuckled when she spotted her friend practically drooling.
Letting go of Rosa both women let the new men be their dance partners for the moment.
Bramty had her back to the man but she was pressed up against him as they moved to the beat. He was taller than her, had a wider frame and would intimidate most by just looking at them. But that was how almost everyone she cared about looked anyway...
So she wasn't fazed.
Her head tilted back to rest on his shoulder as his hands slipped around her waist. She watched him watching her, but neither said anything. His hands were rough but not forceful. They explored the curves of her hips and even dared to cop of a feel of her ass. Bramty chuckled in response though and made no move to stop him. If his movements became forceful she'd shoot him, but they weren't at the moment - and she was fine with that.
Her hips moved against his and it was easy to tell he has some smooth moves when it comes to dancing. "I'm Bramty" she said, tilting her head to the side again to look up at him.
"Santiago" he rasped, his voice low and deep like he smoked too much.
Bramty nodded surveyed him for Mayan ink. Thankfully she didn't find any. Although his knuckles held the Byz Latz club ink and Bramty didn't mind fucking around with them... but she wouldn't touch a Mayan ever again. Bramty, while she had moved past Angel a long time ago, felt it would be a great disrespect to mess around with another Mayan.
She wasn't a patch chaser.
So, with the confirmation that this man wasn't a Mayan nor a Son, Bramty grew more bold in making her intentions clear to him. Grabbing his right hand off her hip she dragged it up her body as they danced. Apparently the message was clear enough for Santiago, 'cause his lips found the crook of her neck. His teeth grazing her skin teasingly while his right hand fondled her tit and his left slid under her shirt to her toned stomach.
It was exactly the type of fun Bramty had planned for the night.
She looked over at Chaos who briefly glanced her way. Bramty cocked her head slightly at Santiago and raised a brow - hoping Chaos got the silent question.
Chaos nodded at her with an encouraging smile and Bramty took that as the green light to continue.
And despite getting the all clear that Santiago didn't have a la esposa or nothing, she made no move for a private party yet. They were still dancing and having fun. A little teasing wasn't hurting anybody.
It was 2 hours and a few more drinks later that she finally attach her lips to Santiago's.
They'd been on the same page so far tonight and she figured she was ready for the grande finale. Santiago kissed her back his hands going from her ass, up her arms, until he was cupping her jaw. Her tongue swept across his bottom lip and he parted his lips. They fought for control over the kids for a second before she relented and allowed herself a second to loose control. His tongue sweeping against hers made that an easy and rewarding choice. He rubbed his thumb against her jaw catching her bottom lip and sucking on it.
Bramty pressed herself closer to him, then broke the kiss so she could face him properly. Her green eyes locked on his brown ones and they reconnected their lips again.
"C'mon" Santiago broke away and slipped an arm around her waist as he lead her up to the dorms.
Bramty allowed him to lead her into his room. She didn't need to say anything. They both knew what this was and what was about to happen. Once they were in the privacy of his dorm, their clothes didn't stay on much longer. Santiago seemed surprised to when she carefully pulled out her knife and gun... but considering he did the exact same thing, the surprise didn't last long.
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