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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(this is Vincent!!! (: )
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Gemma watched Rose as she walked up the steps to their house. She seemed less depressed than usual, and had a grin on her face.
Lately, Rose has been quiet, yet more aggressive. Not only that, but her and Vincent have been getting close, making Gemma hopeful she can be the future queen of the club if it lasts.
Rose was unpredictable to Gemma lately. Like what happened to Vincent—Gemma didn't even notice Rose leave that day, yet she came back with Vincent's face all beat. Gemma didn't know what to think, she was still worried about Rose.
Clay wouldn't tell Gemma, but he was proud of Rose. She overcame something and is taking the time to deal with it, yet still not taking anyone's bullshit. He liked how Rose was becoming more tough. Also, how this time she was getting close with a son. Not a mayan.
"You look like you're in a good mood." Gemma smirked as Rose walked through the door.
"I am." Rose smiled as she sat next to Gemma at the dinner table.
"Whats going on?" Gemma asked.
"Brea is gonna do my tattoo tonight." Rose smiled brightly.
"Where?" Gemma grinned. Rose simply put her hand on her hip. "That shits gonna hurt."
"I know." Rose sighed as she watched Clay walk out of the bedroom, heading towards the door. Rose and Gemma stood up to follow him out, while he stopped.
"Since when did these become family trips?" Clay paused them, wondering why Rose is constantly tagging along.
"Ever since I got on probation, life is boring without drill team." Rose shrugged, as Clay rolled his eyes and Gemma laughed. Rose rode with Clay, while Gemma drove alone. Gemma smiled as she watched Clay and Rose, before pulling out behind them.
It was early in the morning, so Rose didn't expect Vincent to be awake as she arrived to the T.M. with Clay. She took off the helmet and shook her hair out, and Clay chuckled.
"What?" Rose as she set the helmet on his bike. Clay just shook his head and walked into the clubhouse. Her stomach dropped as she watched him walk away for a split second, thinking of him as her 'stepfather'. Rose quickly walked up to his side and nudged him as they walked inside together. All the guys were up and early for church, while Gemma walked inside with paperwork. Rose didn't check what it was, since it did look weird that Gemma was carrying a stack of papers. Rose has been helping out with a lot of it lately, none of it looked like anything normal.
Rose pretended to distract herself, and watched Gemma carefully. Gemma slid the paperwork into one of the drawers, as if she didn't want anyone to find it. Gemma walked out and to her car, before driving off.
