The Killa's little girl

~Nightwatch~

The Sons of Anarchy clubhouse, a haven for brotherhood had the party still up and running. It had brought them together, but it was Mileena who fractured their celebration.

Mileena, Jax's cousin, had fled the London charter seeking refuge in Charming. Her past was a murky canvas—betrayals, debts, and a love that had turned to ashes. She'd arrived with haunted eyes, exhaustion pulling at her bones. The nightmares had followed her across the ocean, their tendrils reaching for her even here.

As the clock ticked toward midnight, Mileena's cries echoed through the dorm hallway. The nightmares clung to her like chains, pulling her into the abyss.

Down the hall, the party continued. Clay, the grizzled sergeant-at-arms, slammed his glass on the bar. "What's with the screaming?" he grumbled. He nuzzled into a drunk Gemma who was completely oblivious to the screams.

Jax, the vice president with a heart as heavy as his cut, glanced toward the hallway. "Nightmare?" he said. "She has been through hell from what it sounds like."

But the screams persisted, a desperate plea for salvation.

"I think we should check on her man" Juice said as he nervously looked back and forth between the hallway and the rest of the men.

Happy decided it was enough and after sighing rather loudly, he abandoned his beer and made his way towards Mileena's room. The others followed—Chibs, Tig, Bobby, Opie and Juice—brothers bound by more than leather and ink. Clay groaned before he slammed his glass on the bar counter. "What the hell?" he growled. "She's ruining everything." he began to following them, Jax close behind. Before leaving he turned around to face the bar,

"Party's over, everyone hit the road" He huffed before turning back around. The groans and complaints of the drunkards bounced off the walls. Everyone cursing the new girl, croweaters grabbing their clothes off of the stage floor where they were dancing on the pole minutes before. Mileena became their joy kill.

Multiple pairs of footsteps pounded across the floor, until they came face to face with Mileena's dorm. Her crying somehow even louder than before.

The door swung open, revealing Mileena thrashing in her sleep. Happy knelt beside her, his rough hands gentle. "You're safe," he murmured. "It's okay."

Her eyes shot open, she kept pointing at the open window. She had seen the masked men sneak through, blade in hand. They loomed over, the blade drawn and a single movement came down swiftly towards her neck. It felt so real. She could see the decapitated bodies of her mother and father pleading for her help in the corner of the room. Hands stretched out, she could still see the look of fear in her mothers eyes, and the look of defeat in her fathers.

She heard voices but couldn't put a name to them. Her eyes were open, connecting with the plain ceiling. Mileena saw all the men around her and finally moved into a ball. Her baby blanket tucked under her chin, fresh tears cascading down her face as she kept pointing at the window. Opie walked over to the window and shut it.

"There's no one here" He soothed.

"Aye, no one can hurt you" Chibs added.

"T-the m-men..." She stuttered, choking on her own saliva. It made the men look back at the window, confused at her words.

"What men?" Bobby asked clearly confused.

"The-they're here f-for me" She stuttered.

"No one's here though" Tig spoke up confused as he looked around. It caused Jax to roll his eyes at his brother's stupidness.

Happy was still the closest to her, her eyes connected to his and she could see the pity that resonated within him. The rest of the men minus Clay, looked at her with pure sorrow and sympathy. Her breathing began to calm as he kept staring at her. Silent promises of safety.