Chibs' Dead Daughter, The Angel of SAMCRO

Pilot

(We are back Baby! <3)

It's been a long time since I've been on this bike, but since I just got it running again it's time for a ride. Yesterday was a long day, trying to get this bike running was a bitch and a half, but I guess it'll be worth it seeing I get to ride this bad boy for the first time since Ireland. I've ridden a bike since then, but not on my baby since it took a few grand to fix my bike and now it was better than ever.

Jumping on my bike I took off cruising. Just, cruising. Smiling to myself I thought about my mom, she used to ride. My aunt, she taught me how to ride. My dad, well... He's in a badass biker gang. Sorry, a club of motorcycle enthusiasts. Closing my eyes I let myself feel free. Balancing on the bike I let my arms fly out to my sides and I just, flew.

It was peaceful. It was liberating.

It was... crushing.

Fuck.

Quickly snapping my eyes open as I slid I tried to turn my body so I was sliding on my jacket instead of my face. Shoving my hands and feet under me I slowed down and quickly jumped to my feet. "HEY!" I yelled seeing that the car was on my side of the road. I might not have been paying attention but they hit me. I was on my side of the road and they hit me. "Watch where you are going! You could've killed me! Asshole-"

Guns were pointed my way, from the white guys in the car who hit me. "Wrong move, MC." I rolled my eyes. Who the fuck were these guys and did they not see my long hair?

"MC? I ain't in no Motorcycle club." I threw my arms out to the sides as the guys now noticed their mistake but didn't back down. "So now why the fuck did you hit me, you lucky you didn't trash my bike." Their guns didn't scare me. We were on a public street and they didn't have the balls to shoot me, everyone in the states seemed to have no balls compared to the Irish men I used to have to deal with. "I can see all your faces, and you shoot I report. Oh not only that but if you kill me? I have a bike camera, and who knows what other cameras I have on you. Try and find them before the cops get here I dare you." I was bluffing but as I smiled, they put their guns down and I whipped out two of my own. "I'd run if I were you." I shot two bullets directly into their car. The two pussy's scrambled inside and took off, probably not expecting that.

"Crazy bitch!" They yelled back my way. I know I am. As they took off I hopped on my bike. I need retribution for my blood hitting the pavement. These weren't just any normal white guys. I had seen the Nordic tattoos on their shoulders. These were Darby's men. Bunch of racist, sexist, bastards. I hate men like them.

Following their car, I found it parked outside a bar, The Hairy Dog. Parking my bike right in front, I walked inside through the front door and found the guys laughing with beers. Didn't expect me to find you did ya? Also didn't hear my bike? Now that's surprising and you definately deserve what's coming to you. "Alright. So!" I yelled as they all jumped looking towards me. "Who was the one that hit my bike?" I asked as they went to pull out guns but I rolled my eyes. "I'm not gonna shoot. I just wanna know. Who hit me." They all looked at one another but I saw my men. Two fuckers. "Round of pool, everyone stay out of it. Winner takes it and I'll drop my grudge."

I was bullshitting my ass off and these guys were pissed, but went with it. Pool, yeah I'm here for pool. "I'm not gonna let a chick beat me at pool. Fucking Bitch." The guy said standing up and walking over to the pool table. "I'll win this whore, and then you owe me." He racked off and shot the pool balls all over the table, a stripe going in. "Let's see how you are good on your back or your knees, cumslut." He had turned back at me but I only rolled my eyes and I smirked, grabbing a pool stick I took my aim at a solid.

Eh, I hate solids. I can only win if I'm stripes. So, instead of hitting my pool cue, I took my aim out of the corner of my eye, then swung the stick at my real target.