SAMCRO's Secret

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The young girl covered in tattoos pulled her blond hair up into a tight little bun on top of her head. She checked in the mirror one last time, straightening out her black muscle tee, and adjusting her shorts. It's been years since she's seen her uncle. Will he even recognize her? She sighed and walked out of the gas station bathroom. Stop stalling, you're a hit man why are you scared of seeing your family, she thought to herself. She got into the back of the case worker's car and he drove her to a garage. Teller-Morrow, just the same as she left it. She put on her sunglasses and got out of the car. She pulled her backpack on and grabbed her two duffel bags from the trunk. An older woman, she looked strong and in charge walked over. "Hey, Gem." Tyler sighed as Gemma pulled her into a hug.

"Where is Mr. Trager?" the case worker, Tony, snapped. "I'll get him." Gemma sighed and shot him a glare before walking away. Soon enough a man with messy brown hair and piercing blue eyes came loping out of the clubhouse. "That's him." She said to the case worker. Tig threw his arm around her shoulders and she glared at Tony. "Mr. Trager, you'll see to it that she gets everything she needs and that she gets settled in here right away. I'll be back tomorrow to check in on the situation." the case worker said and left. "Okay. He lied. He's not coming back. I'm out." Tyler said and picked up her duffel bags and started to leave. "Woah woah. Where you going, kiddo?" Tig asked jumping in front of her.

"You don't seriously expect me to stay here do you?" she asked. "Well yeah, I do. You're my responsibility now. Besides you're family and Gemma's throwing a party." he said and Tyler groaned. "Come on, you only have to stay until you're eighteen then if you decide to, you can leave. Until then, you're Uncle Tiggy's kid." he said and she rolled her eyes. "Come on, the Prospects set you up a room." he said and tried to take her bags from her. "I got it." she said and he sighed before leading her into the clubhouse. He opened the door to a room and she tossed her bags onto the bed.

"I'll let you put your things away. If you need anything just ask anyone." he said and walked out. She put all of her clothes and shoes away. "I need to relax." she mumbled to herself and dumped the contents of her back pack onto her bed and retrieved another bag from the inside of her duffel bag and dumped it out as well. She sat cross legged on her bed and organized the contents of her bags. Knives, guns, marijuana, a pipe, and cleaning supplies.

She was in the process of cleaning and sharpening all of them when the door opened. "Holy shit." the blond man chuckled. "Do you need something?" Tyler asked as she put the clip back in her favorite gun. "Uh yeah. You remember me?" he asked. "Jax Teller. JT, Clay, Gemma, Opie, Chibs, Bobby, Piney, Tig." she said and he nodded. "Well you remember most of them but there's a few more you've got to meet tonight." he said as his eyes roamed over her. She had a full sleeve on her right arm and most of her left leg was covered. He could see something on her hips but her clothes kept most of it covered. Her tongue was pierced along with her lip, she was small. Except her chest was causing the muscle tee to stretch to try and cover her large breasts.

She had grown up since the last time he'd seen her. She was twelve and he remembered that she was tough. She stood up and he saw that her legs were extremely well defined as well as her arms. She must work out. That could explain why her butt was also very large. She definitely grew into her curves since the last time he'd seen her. "I'll see you later, Jax." she said and closed the door in his face.

He realized that he'd been staring at her. He shook his head and walked away. Then a cute blond girl came strutting into Tyler's room. "Hi! I'm Lyla!" she said cheerily. "Okay." Tyler grunted. "Come on, let's get you ready!" Lyla said perkily as she took Tyler's hand. "What are you doing?" Tyler snapped with a scowl. "Tiggy sent me to get you ready for the party!" she said with a duh tone. "So you a Cro Eater?" Tyler asked crossing her arms over her chest, glaring as Lyla dug through her clothes. "No! I'm Opie's Old Lady." Lyla said and laid out some clothes on the bed.

A pair of high waisted booty shorts with a black tank top and a pair of black heels. Tyler sighed but pulled the clothes on. This Lyla girl is too happy and excited, but Tyler didn't mind her being around.

"Can I do your make up?" Lyla asked with a grin. "I don't really wear make up." Tyler said but it was too late Lyla was already forcing her into a chair. When Tyler looked in the mirror she scowled, but that was typically the expression on her face anyway. Her bright green eyes now had perfectly winged eyeliner and her full lips were now a dark red. "I didn't do too much." Lyla sang.

"I'll be there in a little bit. Let me put my things away." Tyler grumbled. "And when you're talking to the guys, why don't you leave out the part about you having a bigger supply of weapons than them?" she said as she gave a look of concern to the weapons spread across Tyler's bed. "We'll see." Tyler grunted and began putting each thing away very carefully.

"You take care of them like they're your kids or something." Lyla giggled. Tyler just continued to scowl. Tyler followed Lyla from the room and the party was already going wild. They don't need me here I could go back to my room, Tyler thought to herself. It was too late, Chibs had already spotted her. "There's me favorite little lass!" he said throwing his arms around her.

She hugged him back, she'd always been fond of the Scotsman, and he'd always been fond of her. "Why haven't you called?" he asked with his hands on her shoulders feigning anger with her. "Oh shut up! You know I missed you." Tyler said and her scowl started to soften until she saw a familiar face. She turned away from Chibs and walked out of the clubhouse.

"Ty! Ty!" his voice was calling until he was standing in front of her. "What are you doing here?" he asked, reaching for her hand. "I'm Tig's niece." she snapped. "Oh. Why'd you leave? What happened to you? I mean, you look good, but you disappeared and you show up here a few years later covered in tattoos and piercings." he rambled on and on. "Relax, Ortiz. I just took a vacation." she shrugged.

"Come back inside, meet everyone." Juice said as he pulled her back inside. Chibs was watching carefully. He was always kind of protective over her. Juice led her over to Tig. "Hey, kid." Tig smiled at her, she continued to scowl. "Come on, say it." Tig said with a hopefully smile. "Hi, Uncle Tiggy." she said in a sickeningly sweet voice that somehow managed to still sound like a death threat.

"How about I introduce you to the guys." he sighed. "I know Juice." she said and Tig gave Juice a look saying that Juice would be doing some explaining. "This is Half Sac, a Prospect." Tig said as he introduced her to young guy behind the bar. "Can I have a beer?" she asked and he procedures one for her almost instantly. "I like him." she said as she opened it. "Of course you do." Tig sighed. "You just forget about me, girl?" Bobby's voice boomed from the other end of the bar. "What's up, old man?" she asked as she walked towards him. "Bout damn time you showed back up around here. No one else can put the fear of God into someone the way you can." Bobby chuckled. "Oh really?" a raspy voice asked. Tyler let her eyes roam over the man. He was tall, bald, tattoos, a serious scowl etched into his face. She wouldn't mind him being around. "This is Happy," Tig said, "our enforcer, and hit man."

Tyler raised an eyebrow but said nothing. "Hey, gorgeous." a man said walking over. He looked like he was always smiling, his eyes seemed kind of sad though. "I'm Kozik." he said holding out a hand. "Tyler." she said and shook his hand. "Is there anyone else or can I go?" Tyler asked as she looked at Tig. "Don't you want to party?" Kozik asked.

"I'd rather just get drunk on my own." Tyler said as she reached over the bar and got three full bottles. One of Jack Daniel's, the second tequila, the other of gin. "See ya, boys." she said as she went back to her room.

If she had to stay she'd at least do it the way she wanted. Like always.