"Braetin; I have missed you, Were you okay out there on your own?" Tig...I mean my grandpa asked.
"Grandpa I was fine."
"Why couldn't we find you we tried; after what happened to your mom..." My grandpa's voice trailed off; probably at the anger that was suddenly very clear on my face.
"Yeah after what happened to my mom?" My voice was ice.
"What do you mean?"
"After I left I found Aunt Fawn; You know living a normal life; She told me what really happened..How you found mom down in a whole in the ground. How you were called to where she was and you watched helplessly as Damon Pope burned her alive." Yeah I know my words were harsh, but I was angry. Not just at my grandfather, but at all of them. They had all known the truth; and they sat there, and agreed with him as he told me that my mom was in a car accident when I was a little girl. To young to remember it all clearly. That was why she wasn't buried.
"I should have never told Fawn the truth." Was all he said. Yes he was my grandpa, but he has been a part of the club since he was a teen. So he was a hard ass through, and through.
"Braetin? Is that you?" I recognized Kip's voice. Kip, and I met by my Grandpa. Our first conversation was about how no one in the club knew about him. He was born in Irlend to a girl named Rita, but the club called her Cherry. She was in love with a member His name was Kip Epps. He wasn't was officially patched in when he was killed for protecting Jax Teller's old lady, and son Abel. I had seen pictures of Kip's father. He was a redhead, but Kip wasn't his hair was burrnette like his mom's had been before she ran from Charming. His eyes a green that was almost hazel lit up when he seen me.
"Kip?" I couldn't help myself I flung myself into his arms. They caught me just like no time had passed.
"I still have your ring. Why did you leave?" The whole club looked to me for an answer. I hesitated; they had no clue what had happened. It was another club; a club that the sons supposedly had a peace with. I pulled up the left side of my shirt a scar was there.
"This is why I ran; I didn't leave, I ran." I said.
"What do you mean?" That was my Uncle Chibbs; oh god how I missed that man. I ran into his arms which folded around me in a tight embrace.
"I ran; as I look back now I should have came straight to the club, but you were doing so good, and I knew the minute you seen me all hell would break loose."
"How did you get that scar Braetin?" My grandfathers cold voice brought us back to the here and now.
"A man named Alvarez; He cut out my spleen, and sent this photo." I pulled a worn out piece of paper that I must have folded and unfolded a thousand and two times. It was of a knife that I had never seen before it was still bloody from the removal of my spleen. In a very dark messy script it read.
'This is just the beginning, leave now or things will be bad for your grandfather, and the Sons."
"That's Jax's knife." Chibbs said, his voice had taken on a husky tone as if it were suddenly hard for him to speak.
"How do you know this was Alverez?" Happy spoke up from the back.
"Some man said his name, and he got all mad in case I had heard it." I answered back. "Alverez had called that man Nero in a very hushed tone."
"Nero?" A couple of members asked at the same time
"I thought he was taking care of Wendy and the boys?" Tig asked "What if he is working with Alverez? Is Thomas, and Abel okay?" The club was suddenly in a flurry of harsh words, and anger. I didn't understand who was this Nero, and why is the club so shocked by hearing his name.
"I don't understand; why does that name mean more than Alverez?" I tried asking around all of the noise. Chibbs was the only one who looked up.
"Aye be quiet; Braetin you don't know about Nero?"
"Um...no why would I? No one ever told me anything about the club history." I didn't mention that I knew almost everything; I've read every article, or file ever written on Samcro. I might have broken a few laws doing so, but hey when there is no proof of a crime it never even happened.
"Aye well theres quite a bit for you to learn; lets go inside." We all filed into teller-marrow. The clubs anger was thick in the air. I felt like I was walking back into my old life. I felt a hand grab mine; holding back the anxiety that I felt, and the fear that I now realized I had about returning. I didn't want to be scarred again. I looked down at the hand clasping mine. Slowly I looked up at the owner of that hand, Kip. I smiled at him, I felt my fears leave. I missed how it felt when I held his hand, or looked at his eyes. Things where falling back into place, and that is what was the most important to me.
