Thank you everyone who is still sticking with me with this story. I know it's pretty slack but I'm trying and hopefully it comes out how I try to imagine if I were in this situation.

I own nothing but my OC characters.

Merry Christmas everyone. I hope we all stay safe, don't celebrate too much but have fun with all our family and friends. This is just one present from me in the fandom world of SOA to you guys. I won't update again until after Xmas and seeing as I am working during this wonderful holiday, it might be next year that I update again. Stay safe again and as I mentioned before, Merry Xmas.


"Seems to us like your family isn't cooperating how we want them to unless they haven't figured anything out yet" the man grinned down at me. "But first I guess I should maybe introduce myself." With what little eye sight I still had inside of me, I tried to open my eyes and received a nasty glare from the man. His current expression was a sick grin and I swore I'd seen that grin before. I just couldn't place where. "My name is Desmond Morrow." His hands skimmed up and down the sides of my body and I tensed.

"Des, let the girl be" I never thought I'd be so relieved to hear his voice but when this Desmond guy stood with a smirk and stepped aside so I could see Clay, his eyes were stone cold black which I never thought could be possible considering his eye color was far from black. The look on his face told me everything I needed to know though. If Des was my kidnapper and his last name was Morrow then- I gasped in shock, or at least somewhat shock considering my mouth was currently gagged and by their reaction they knew I'd figured everything out. "I see you figured it out then princess" he smirked and knelt down to be level with me. "Don't worry. The sooner I hear back from your old man, the sooner you'll be free to go." I wanted to say something. I wanted to spit in his face and throw my fists in his face but I remained calm. "If you even make it out alive that is" he spoke to put the fear of god into me and that's exactly what he did. I had no fucking idea how long I'd been here for now but I was draining of energy it wasn't funny.

He stood back up and spoke in harsh words with Desmond.

When he came back over to me, he pulled my hair unnecessarily so I looked up at him and spoke. "Now your gonna do as your told. You see everything around here?" I took in the state of the room. It looked as if they were setting up for some film. I saw a bed but that was it. I looked up at the window and noticed it was slightly cracked and made a small note that if I ever got free of these ropes, I'd need something to use as a weapon.


"I asked for this whole charter to watch over my daughter. What the fuck happened?"

"We just assumed by Happy's foul mood that they'd had a fight so we kept our distance. We didn't know." Kozik remarked hoping to step up at take some part of the blame. I looked to Happy who met my sight straight on.

"I should've known better. I thought something was wrong. I'm sorry Prez." I hissed not acknowledging his apology and chose to give him the cold shoulder.

"This could be anyone. We've been getting heat from the Mayan's back home. Could be a slight possibility that the Irish don't like our new arrangement made." I'd almost succeeded in getting us out of guns with the Irish. It was no secret that I was moving us towards another direction. Maybe this was their way of some kinda retribution- hitting close to home. If it was, they were fucking succeeding too. There were other possibilities and also the fact that Happy was our club enforcer. Maybe this was blow back from one of his hits. My head snapped back to him and I tensed my jaw. There was no doubting how good he was at his job but I still had to ask.

"This ain't one of your hits coming back to bite us is it Hap?" The look in his eyes told me wouldn't have an idea.

"Can't be. I mean-" I knew he was lost for words and simply nodded.

"Give us the room"

"Sorry to interrupt-" a prospect spoke uneasy as he burst into the chapel. "But this box was just delivered and I think you should all see it."

I stood almost abruptly as one of the guys reached for the box and kicked him out. Lee pulled the lid open and dropped the contents out on the table.

A note.

A video recording.

And a piece of her clothing I'd recognize anywhere.

The only reason why I recognized that material was because I brought it for her a few months back when we spent some time together.

My hands trembled as I reached out for her floral top and I dropped back into my seat. Everything around me seemed to slow down until I heard her voice over some speakers. Moment's later her face illuminated the white sheet the guys seemed to have set up. The video was a zoomed in close up from the waist down.

"Daddy, you have to find me. They've got me somewhere. I don't have any idea how long I've been here for but I'm scared." All I could take in was how she looked. It was obvious she was terrified by the way she was shaking. She wore nothing but her underwear and bra and I felt like tearing through the video getting it to stop but I needed to find out more.

The guys knew the struggle I was going through and did their best to respect my daughter by turning around so it was only myself and Happy who I knew was also struggling with his feelings. She was bound at the hands and was sitting on a bed but there were no signs of sexual assault from what I could make out. Dry blood had made a trail down her face, falling down the side of her body and stopping just above the waist and I could tell that they were feeding her with words to say. There was no denying that she'd taking a beating and I felt the vial coming up my throat.

"They want you in return for me. Nothing will happen if you hand yourself over but I'm afraid you don't have much time." Before we could get anything else out of her, the video ended and I didn't realize I was holding a death grip on the back of the chair until the video played again and my anger almost tripled. She looked scared and helpless.

"Hey brother's" that sly mother fucker I thought. I heard a chair scrape across the ground but ignored it and focused on the video recording. "Yeah that's right" he grinned again. "I'm the one who took your precious girl. You see, what Freya said isn't actually true" Clay shrugged his shoulders on the screen and I tensed my hands at my side. "Well, part of it is I mean but not all of it." The look in his eyes told me and everyone else what we needed to know. "Let me explain this. I want blood and lots of it too" he chuckled as he picked the camera device up and made sure his face was the center of it as he moved around. "But not just random blood. Teller blood. And I'm getting most of it with this bitch here" he said turning the camera so it was now facing towards my little girl. "I can't say my guys raped her but damn that's a lot of blood and she's one fine looking beauty." He moved the camera back to his face and it was fucking torture knowing what he'd done.

There was blood soaking through her clothes and dripping down her face. "Freya took something away from me and I see it's only fair that I take her life but as she explained, I want the President to come forward and save his little girl." He seemed to adjust the camera back on its stand and sat back down. "Way I see it, you have 12 hours. Times running out and she's looking more paler and paler as the second hand ticks on. I will give you one hint on my whereabouts though." He reached for the camera again and must've walked a few steps to the right before showing us his location. "Good luck trying to catch us on time" he smirked then the video ended there and I swore I'd never felt fear in my life.

"I want all the damn fucking charters on their way to Charming right fucking now. Make sure Gemma and Jax are on lockdown and that Megan is to head to Charming with protection. We need to make a fucking move before he does something stupid" I snapped.

Everyone fled the clubhouse in record speed. No bags were packed, we were on the road and heading straight for Charming and in a day's ride, I knew it wouldn't be impossible to catch Clay from killing my baby girl but I had to push every fucking limit to have my baby safe again.


The beatings had stopped days ago and I only felt now that I could see decently. The dead silence in the room between me and Clay was nothing I'd grown used to. Desmond had taken off sometime earlier in the day from a slight argument I heard them having so it was just the two of us. I hope it stayed that way but I highly doubted that.

"Let me explain something to you" Clay spoke softly at first. He gave me the chills every time he entered the room and it didn't help that I was practically naked. "I lost everything- when you blew the whistle." I never once took my eyes from him knowing his mood swings were up and down. Knowing the reason behind all of this made me that much more alert with what was happening. He had yet to actually sexually assault me but I wouldn't put it past him if he did lay a hand on me- or his brother for that matter.

I stayed silent as he continued.

"I was gonna marry your mom. You, Jax and Megan were gonna be my kids." Clay smiled at the image he'd created in his head. "Your dad, he's lost his way. Has since your brother's been gone" I felt the tears coming on when he spoke of Thomas. "And I was gonna solve that problem by illuminating him." He coughed briefly and stood up before pacing. "One way or another he wouldn't of been a problem for you, your brother and sister, your mom, my club and myself. We were gonna grow SAMCRO and make it better your mom and I" I could see now he was just growing delusional and it made me feel sick to my stomach.

"But you blew the fucking whistle." I had to force myself to remember that he was bedding Gemma behind my dads back to know what he was going on about. I'd tried my damn best to forget all that bullshit. He stopped his pacing now and faced me. "And now you and your old man are gonna fucking pay for that. I hope everything you ever lived for was worth it sweetheart because come tomorrow- you just might not make it out alive."

The last smirk I saw that crossed his face sent another wave of chills down my spine and had my blood running cold.

"Well then I'm glad I ruined your fucking life asshole. And here I thought women were home wrecking bitches. Your just as deluded as Gemma was when I found out about your little fling" I saw the back hand coming my way before I even spoke. I just really needed to say something to this asshole. It stung like a bitch but at this point of this stupid fucking ransom, I could barely feel anything.

"Your last warning girl. You'd be dead already if it wasn't for my plan to do so in front of your pathetic asshole of a father."

"He's more of a man than you ever will be Clay. Remember that" I smirked before I spit out the blood I could feel from the slap he gave me at his feet.

I waited a moment or two before I heard him down the hallway before I started to let loose on the roped. The more I tried to fight the pain of loosening the ropes, the worse I knew the scars they'd leave but I had to try something. I couldn't just sit and wait for someone to come get me. If they'd even come that was.

I now knew why I was in this position now.

Gemma.

I'd taken one of the very few things in life that Clay lived for. Without my mom at his side, or the club behind him, he was nothing and I loved that feeling. I'd rather die in my father's place than live for the day that he wanted to step up in dad's place.

If this was about me telling the whole club of Clay and Gemma's affair then I knew he was gonna kill me. The sick look on his face when he forced me to do that sick video told me as much- I wasn't going to be saved. Clay wanted my dad here to kill me in front of him then do the same to him.


AN. I hope that this has all satisfied you enough to stay tuned for more to come. Thoughts?