SAMCRO's Secret

Alexander Carlos Trager-Lowman

-2 years later-

Tyler sighed as she ignored her uncles fifth call of the week. He called her constantly since she left. "Baby, come on we're going to be late!" Dontae called. "Come on! It's Guadalupe's wedding!" he insisted. Tyler stuffed her phones into her small clutch purse, along with her knife and hurried down the stairs. "I'm here, I'm here." she sighed and he grabbed her hand and pulled her out to the truck. They rushed to the other side of town where the small chapel sat. "We're like twenty minutes early." Tyler said rolling her eyes.

"She's my baby cousin, and he's my best friend. I can't miss it. I have to kick his ass!" Dontae chuckled wrapping his arm around Tyler. Dontae soon hurried away from Tyler and towards his large amounts of family members waiting nearby for the ceremony to begin. Tyler groaned, she felt domesticated and bored.

When she first met Dontae, he was a thug, a total hood rat. Then his brother died, and he turned his whole life around. Tyler found him to be disinteresting and needy. She didn't like it, nor did she like the fact that she'd been forced to attend this family event. She could be out killing, yet here she sat in a black dress, scowling at every person in the room.

"Why don't you ever smile?" Robert, Guadalupe's older brother, asked as he sat down next to Tyler. "Why don't you ever have a date?" Tyler clapped back. Robert laughed, Tyler scowled. "You obviously don't want to be here, let me drop you off back at Dontae's." he sighed. "Dontae would have a stroke if I missed a family event." Tyler sighed. "Come on, everyone knows you don't care about that. That's why all the Tia's hate you." he chuckled.

"Good point. Get me out of here." Tyler agreed and followed Robert out to his car. Robert took her back to Dontae's house, "Hey, Tyler. You need to break up with him, you're no good for him or this family." Robert said and Tyler nodded.

She walked inside as Robert drove away. She packed up her two duffel bags, and for the third time in two years she ditched a family that had gotten to know her.

She called Pope, "I need a place to stay." she sighed. "You know where the key is to the apartment on 34th." he answered and hung up.

When she moved into the apartment she quickly curled up in the bed and slept for hours.

She woke up and groaned, her head hurt and her stomach growled. She made her way into the kitchen only to find an envelope on the counter. Her next hit, some low life drug dealer out of Washington. She tossed the envelope back onto the counter and dug through the cabinets only to find them all empty. "So they can drop off a job but not any breakfast." she muttered.

Tyler sighed and walked into the bathroom where she showered and got ready. She packed up what little she had unpacked and loaded it back onto her bike, she was taking a road trip to Washington.

Once she had successfully completed her uneventful job, she decided to stay in Washington longer. Relax, a little.

And she was relaxing, resting peacefully on a park bench. Breathing in the cool air, not a familiar face in sight. Just the way she liked it. Until she saw a patch she recognized. The Sons of Anarchy. "Every. Fucking. Where." she growled to herself as she glared at the Son.

Soon she noticed a couple of them pointing at her, and she tried to make her way to her bike but they reached the bike before she did. "Nice bike." one of them complimented her. "Thanks." she muttered in reply. "Not a lot of chicks ride, that's pretty cool." another said and she simply nodded.

"You don't know the Tacoma Killer, do you?" the President asked. "Nope." Tyler lied through her teeth. "Damn, that's strange cause you look a hell of a lot like Happy's Ole Lady." he sighed. "I don't know any killers or anyone named Happy, plus I have stuff to do. I should get going." Tyler said and got on her bike.