This is about the daughter of the Sons of Anarchy. How does she handle "the life"? She deals with her own life, meanwhile her mother pushes her to hold the title she currently holds. Read to find out about the one and only Rosalie Morrow.
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"Oh my god." Rose whined as she stepped out of the office. "And I'm suppose to be the high schooler!"
All the guys cackled as they watched Half-Sack steal an ambulance.
"Chill out, Rosie." Tig yelled, and Rose just glared.
"Do tempt me to kick your ass, Trager." Rose scoffed.
"Come at me," Tig teased, throwing his hands up in defense. Rose shook her head as the guys continued to watch Half-Sack. She smiled to herself, knowing the guys didn't know about her and Esai. Therefore, they weren't giving her the cold shoulder. All of the sudden Brea pulled in, with her arm taped up with cotton.
"The fuck did you do?" Rose gasped.
"I got some new ink, wanna see it?" Brea smirked as she ran into the office.
"Holy shit!" Rose gasped in excitement as she ran to meet Brea halfway. "I gotta see it."
"You can see it when it's healed." Brea teased as they both walked into the clubhouse.
"I can't wait for mine," Rose said, examining Brea's arm.
"We can do it once mine is healed. I wanna be able to do it, that'd be so sick." Brea smirked.
"Just let me know," Rose pursed her lips jokingly, before her phone rang, she looked down to see it was Esai.
"Hey,?" Rose frowned while she walked into the empty church room.
"Hey, I got some news about that pervert guy, babe." He explained, and Rose widened her eyes. "I heard about your brother beating the shit out of him."
"Yeah, I was sorta there." Rose sighed.
"Well, I was just wondering if you wanted to go out—"
"I can't. Club stuff would be too much, I'm sorry." Rose lied, feeling her own heart stop. It killed her inside to push him away.
"Oh." Is all Esai said. "Well then, I guess just let me know when you're free, I guess."
"I will. Bye," Rose pouted as she hung up.
Rose walked back to Brea, seeing she was taking the bandages off of her tattoo.
"Brea, what the hell are you doing?" Rose yelled as she ran towards Brea.
"I wanted to see it. It's fine," Brea said calmly as she examined the tattoo. "So? What do you think?"
"That's badass." Rose whispered as she took it all in. She knew what tattoo she wanted now.
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Rose sat sprawled out in the chair across from Gemma in her office, finishing up homework for the weekend, while Gemma was working.
