BANG BANG BANG
The redhead woke to a loud banging on the door to her apartment and moaned at the interruption after only a few hours of restless sleep, the usual dreams plaguing her.
BANG BANG BANG
Again she heard the noise and with a sigh got up and grabbed her robe ready to open the door to see who the hell thought it was a good idea to bang at the ungodly hour of 4am.
She reached the door only to hear a sound she never thought would come close to her. "This is the DEA, open up now." She stood frozen, unsure of what to do next when the decision was taken from her and the door burst open.
The redhead screamed as she was apprehended by one of the agents, reciting her her rights as he led her from her small apartment. She sobbed as the remaining agents tore apart everything she owned.
The woman shivered as the cold Portland air hit her bare arms, the cuffs on her wrists making it impossible to pull her robe closer. Fortunately a female agent stood by an SUV walked over to help. "Here miss" she said as she pulled the robe closed and wrapped a spare zip up for extra heat.
The redhead sighed as she was pushed into the SUV and the same agent started to make small talk with her. "How did a pretty thing like you get wrapped up in drugs?" she asked. The woman knew to keep quiet and just smiled, letting the agent know she wasn't going to say a word.
She remained silent until they placed her into an interrogation room at the Portland DEA offices. "I want a phone call," she demanded. The agent charged with sitting with her sighed and brought her to a phone. She dialled a number she hadn't used in years and waited patiently for an answer, pushing a breath through her teeth when she heard the voice she willed to hear. "Daddy, I need some help."
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The group of Harley's rode through the streets of Charming and pulled into the lot at Teller- Morrow, all lining up in their usual spots and shutting off the noise that was deafening to some. One by one they pulled their helmets off and made their way inside to grab a beer or maybe one of the women who were simply there for their entertainment.
They were all aware of a cell ringing and every one of them searched their pockets, relaxing and walking away when it wasn't theirs. One man stood by his bike, staring at the device in his hand, an unfamiliar number flashing on the screen.
With a sigh he answered and felt his heart stop at the voice on the other end. "Shit Cammy doll, is that you?" he asked, immediately gaining the attention of the blond president.
"Daddy, I need some help.. I've been arrested but I didn't do nothing, I swear." his daughter said with desperation in her tone.
"Ok Cammy, where are you baby? Daddy can't help if you don't tell me." Tig said, gesturing for the mohawked man to get his ass to his side.
Tig put the phone on speaker as soon as Juice was close enough. "DEA offices in Portland, they trashed my place." she complained and Jax smirked hearing the pout in her voice.
Tig's face was instantly a shade of red Jax knew had to be close to his daughter's hair. None of the Sons of Anarchy had seen Camila Trager since she stomped out the lot 7 years previous and hadn't looked back. She hadn't called, hadn't text, honestly none of them had a clue what had happened to her, until now. The first sign of trouble and she did what anyone would do - called her dad.
"They got anything to hold you on?" Tig asked and Jax winced, knowing exactly what was going to follow. "ARE YOU SERIOUS RIGHT NOW?" she screeched. They all heard someone warn her to be quiet and TIg sighed "Cammy don't" he warned at the same time they heard her say "Bite me asshole." followed by a thud and a whimper.
Juice was tapping away on his laptop and cleared his throat to get Tig's attention. "They ain't got shit on her, her neighbour yeah, but not her." Juice confirmed.
Both Tig and Jax visibly relaxed at the news "Hold tight baby, I'll have someone come get you and bring you home." Tig promised.
"Home?" she asked. "Yeah baby, Charming, you're coming home, no arguments." Tig said in the stern voice he saved for his baby girl, knowing she would laugh. "Ok, I'll come home" she conceded.
Tig hung up the call and looked at Jax. "I gotta go get her myself man." Tig said to his president. Jax nodded "Take Hap and bring our girl home" he told the older man who just scowled at the easy use of "our girl"
Tig whistled to get Happy's attention "Road trip to Portland?" he asked. Happy just nodded and grabbed his stuff and the two of the most dangerous men in Charming left to bring a princess home.
