Fate of her Fathers Crimes

On the devils bed...

"Let's see.. " Lilith flipped through some paperwork.
"...One repo for you right now Kip." She handed the papers over to Kip with the details.
"Why.. Why Don't ya call me HalfSack Miss Morrow? " He questions rubbing his head now as he watched her.
"Because it disgusts me to be honest and just call me Lilith. " She retorted quickly with a small smirk, getting a chuckle from Tig as he walked by. He mutters to himself as he walked to the tow truck soon pulling from the parking lot. Turning she went back into the office of Teller-Morrow. Gemma having taught her for a few days now on their book system, letting her help around.
"Hey where's my mom? " Jax entered, lighting a cigarette he had pulled from the pack, offering her one although she declined.
"She's at the hospital...I'm glad Abel's doing okay by the way." She smiled lightly, knowing Abel was fighting for his life ever since he was born ten weeks premature. And it secretly excited her to be a step-aunt.
"Yeah me too.." He muttered, smiling lightly as he leanded against the wall "..You liking it here? None of these weirdos ran you off yet. " He grinned gesturing outside to the other sons.
"Nah.. " She laughed once "..Tig is the only one that weirds me out, everybody else is pretty cool. " Nodding she leaned back in the chair, crossing her legs. Admiring once again the shoes she wore, thankfully she and Gemma wore the same size, and that the queen bitch was gracious enough to share. Not to mention she threw a fit when she saw just Gemmas shoes, practically going to fashion heaven.
"Yeah he's a fuckin creep. " He chuckled once.
"..Let me know when she gets back.. Gotta talk to her bout somethin.."
"Alright see ya.. " She waved him off, still not used to such normalcy. Having a normal job in a family owned business, but she knew what the sons did off the lot wasn't exactly legal. But she didn't ask any questions just yet. All that she cared was she was comfortable now, and her mother still hadn't tried calling.

Her attention was soon turned to the parking lot as a very nice car pulled into the lot, furrowing her brow she walked out of the office over to the middle aged man.
"Can I help you? " She questioned with hands placed delicately on her hips.
"I need to speak to Clay.. " The man responded, his eyes seemed red from crying, as well as his voice cracking, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.
"Uh sure..." She nodded frowning some at his tone, grabbing Clays attention from across the lot by waving him over as well as Jax. Looking still confused as Clay, Jax and the man went into the office.

She waited at the picnic table in front of the clubhouse, smoking a cigarette as she read through some old text messages. Curious as to who the man was, her head shooting up as she saw the office door open and the three emerge. Boldly walking across the lot to Clay now.
"What's going on?" She snapped, more so worried than anything else. At the back of her mind she wondered if it had anything to do with her.
"Hey, everything's alright kiddo.. " Clay held his hands up to try and calm her worries. "..That was Elliot Oswald.. A friend of the club... His daughter was raped by some amusement park Asshole.. " He mutters, seething with rage as he spoke. It clear to her that it hit a hard nerve with him. She swallowed hard at his tone and the news, crossing her arms over her chest as she suddenly felt self conscious about her looks now.
"Poor girl... " She murmurs softly.
"Oswald wants us to find the Asshole and serve some justice. " Jax nodded once then sighed seeing a patrol car roll into the lot.
"Great, Captain America is here.." He mutters.
"Who?" She furrows a brow turning around, catching sight of the stereotypical looking small town cop. But he wasn't too bad on the eyes for her.
"I'm gonna need everyone who was at Fun town last night back here to give their statements concerning the assault of Tristen Oswald. " Hale stated firmly, glaring down Clay. Hands on his belt, he reminded her of a batman with it.
"You think a son had somethin to do with that rape?" Clay scoffed once.
"Half of 'em have violent crimes on their rap sheets. Just following logic." Hale shrugged with a small smirk on his face.
"Wasn't it just last week four Oakland cops were busted for prostitution and rape? Logic tells me we should ask where your dick was at last night." Jax piped in, with a triumphant smirk.
"And don't say in your momma." Clay jabbed a finger at Hale as he grinned.
She stiffled a soft laugh, causing Hale to shoot a glare at her, she gave him her best bitch smirk now. Man did they have a beef with this preppy cop.
"I'm still gonna need everyones statements.. Get 'em all back here now. " Hale narrowed his eyes before walking back to his patrol car.
"Man, he needs to get laid.. " She murmurs softly, causing Clay and Jax to erupt in hearty chuckles.

"Do they do this often?... Play vigilante?" She questioned softly as she brought her dinner plate to the sink to be washed now. Gemma taking a sip of her wine before answering her.
"Sweetheart, in this town you don't go to the cops for help... You go to the club.. " Her response seemed quite cryptic but she understood.
"Mhm. " she murmurs finishing off her own glass of wine now.
"I cant got to sleep without him here anyways. " Gemma muttered, silently hoping everything was going okay with her boys.
"That's....that's sweet." She smiled softly seeing the real love between them. In the past week and a half she had seen the true Gemma. The queen of the family, but also the baddest bitch you'd ever meet. Someone you wanted on your good side always.
"Guess so.. " Gemma smirked lightly glancing at her.
"..He likes having this chance...you know..to get to know you.. "
She smiled lightly shrugging her shoulders now.
"..It's different...Overwhelming still.. But I like it too..You guys seem...Cool."
At that Gemma busted out laughing now.
"Sweetheart, we are more than cool." She just smiled shaking her head.
"Don't get cocky now, I deal with that enough with the guys at the garage.. " She rolled her eyes now.
"Wait til you come to a real party at the clubhouse. " Gemma smirked lightly at her now. Knowing how wild those usually got, from the beer to sexy. And how most guys would be overwhelming her with flirtatious advances.
"Oh.. " She murmurs not having thought about that. Especially the thought of finding someone else. Getting the hint already from the way the crow eaters seemed to envy her.
"I'm.. Im gonna head to bed now... Night.. " She murmurs softly, crossing her arms as she headed to her bedroom rather quickly. Gemma sighing as she sensed the tension there.

It was simple yet elegantly decorated, adding a few personal touches for her own sake. But it still didn't feel like home to her. Laying in the bed, clutching a pillow to her chest, she felt so out of place, but she was trying. Sometimes she'd feel happy, others she'd sneak off and cry for ten minutes. The gaping hole still in her heart, she needed some answers soon.