"I always knew that she had some kind of Irish accent!" Tig pointed out. The rest of the group in the room were murmuring yea, and I saw Sam looking at Chibs in shock. Chibs was looking at the table, head in his hands.

"Yeah, sure you did." I said Tig gave me a look that said everything and I quieted down, looking at the two. "Sorry. But how do you know she's your?" I asked. Chibs looked at me very calmly and looked back at Sam and sighed.

"I noticed very similar differences between the two. You know, like when the Mayans came in and she fought?" Piney said. I nodded, and then spoke up.

"And when we saved her from the Mayan in the first place. She was very calm, like Chibs is. Even with a gun pointed to her head the stubbornness of Chibs was shown." I looked back at Chibs and Sam, and saw her leaning back in her chair.

"Are you okay Sam?" Chibs asked quietly. She nodded, and looked at Chibs. I suddenly saw how similar they looked, and smiled. Same eyes and face.

"Yeah, I'm just happy that I get to meet my dad."

CHARACTER CHANGE

I said, and hugged Chibs. He hugged me back, and we both felt tears on our shoulders.

"Aww, father meet daughter." Tig teased. I let go of Chibs, and wiped my tears off my cheeks. I suddenly remembered that stray dog I had found, and muttered shit.

"I gotta go… Get the rest of my stuff… Hey, do you mind dogs at all?" I asked. Tig suddenly looked away, but Clay shook his head no. "Okay, I'll be back in an hour." I said.

"I'll come. Just in case Mayans come with guns again." Chibs said. I heard the rest of the room laugh, and walked away, shaking my head.

"I think she has it handled, based on what we saw earlier." Tig shouted, and I flipped up my middle finger over my shoulder, giving him a clear view of what I was trying to say. Jogging outside, I walked towards the gates.

"Do you wanna go on my bike? I can't exactly run like someone your age." Chibs- dad shouted over to me. I slowed down and turned around.

"The rest of my stuff we can't exactly throw in a motorcycle and call it a day." I said simply, waiting for him to catch up. When Dad did, he threw an arm over my shoulder, and we walked over to the alley I used to sleep in.

"You used to sleep in this dump?" He asked. Dad hugged me again, and then walking over to a backpack and picking it up. It revealed a German shepherd pup, and I scratched my head, waiting for him to say something. "Oh, Tig will not like this at all…" Dad said, but picked up the dog at put the collar and leash on her. Giving me the leash, I waited for Dad to get the other duffle bag holding food and toys for the pup.

"Thanks for helping me. And what's up with Tig and dogs?" I asked, grabbing the duffle bag with food while Dad held the duffle bag with a gun and clothes.

"Long story, not mine to tell. But it involved a German shepherd all right." He explained. "What's her name?" He asked me. I looked back at the collar, still not accustomed to the name and back at him.

"Apparently Princess. I've had her for a few days and had a friend at the dog clinic check her out. She's up to date on shots and everything. Apparently the owners just didn't want her." I explained. We didn't talk after that, and only listened to the pit pat of Princess's paws against the pavement. We finally got to Teller Morrow, and Dad pushed the gate open, with me closing it.

"Wait here with Princess and her food. I gotta bring the guys out first." Chibs said. I heard him talking, and then the opening of the door after a couple of minutes. I looked at them, and picked up Princess. Tig looked at her, and then sat in a seat crying. The other guys thought she was cute and handed her over to Jax, while I went over to Tig.

"What's wrong?" I asked him. Tig pulled me into a hug to my shock, and Piney motioned for me to hug him back, seeing the event taking place. After a couple of minutes, I pushed him away and looked him in the eye. "What. Is. Wrong?" I asked firmly. He sighed, and got out his wallet, and then a picture of him and a dog that looked like Princess. Getting the message, I sighed.

"She was the only thing I've ever loved, besides my daughters. But that's a whole different story. Another Son found her after she was lost and I don't know what happened but he was soon at the clubhouse one day with her. I was so happy, and so was Missy, the dog. Bobby took the picture, but then a couple weeks later she was killed. We don't know how." Tig said. I hugged him again, and then went over to grab my dog. I smiled at Bobby who was holding her, and went over to Tig.

"Here, hold her. You need to." I told him, and handed Princess to Tig. For the first time, I saw a genuine smile from him. He was laughing and teasing the dog, and I walked over to Dad.

"We haven't seen him like that in a few years now. I don't know who you did it." Dad said, and then Tig gave me her. I smiled and he patted me on the back, walking over to the bar after me to get a beer. I walked to my room instead, bringing Princess with me. I put my duffle bag down next to the other one, and unloaded my clothes into the drawers. I put the two bags of food next to my nightstand, and the two dog bowls on the other side of my bed, along with a towel in front of them for Princess to sleep on. I grabbed my gun and checked the ammo, which then ended up in the third drawer in my desk. The dog toys went in the bottom drawer of my nightstand, except for a bone and stuffed hedgehog. Tig must have taken the leash off, because it was on the hook next to the door. I brought Princess with me back into the main room, where every guy was drinking. Another club must have been here, because there was another group of guys and a lot of girls. I couldn't find Dad, but I had a feeling I didn't want to. I walked through the room, clutching my dog and keeping my eyes on the door, not wanting to see what was right next to me. I walked out the doors, and sat in a seat that I was in earlier.

"Hey, I'm Gemma, you must be Sam." I heard next to me, and jumped in surprise.

"Jesus, not much of a noise maker, huh?" I said, and the lady named Gemma smiled.

"Yeah, your Chibs daughter alright. I'm Clay's wife, by the way. Told me everything that happened. Thought I'd stop by and meet you." Gemma said. I shook her outstretched hand, but when I heard the door open and all out the people except Tig, Dad, Clay and Jax, I walked towards them with Gemma.

"What's going on?" Gemma asked. I put Princess on the chair next to me, and she instantly fell asleep.

"Mayan retaliation. That's what the other guys left for. And us? We got a special kind of payback." Clay said.

"Do you still know where your step-father lives?" Jax asked. I nodded, and Dad handed me a handgun out of a bag full of guns. A bigger gun was slung in between his cut and shirt, while I was given a bulletproof vest. I strapped it on and threw on a sweatshirt over it, and then looked at Dad, after writing down the address and giving it to Clay. He nodded, and we walked outside.

"Where are we going?" I asked him. He walked towards a black van, and me and him went in it, while Jax, Tig, and Clay started up their bikes. They went first, then us, then Tig.

"Your step-fathers." Dad said simply as we pulled out of the parking lot.