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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"What are you doing?" Clay shouted towards the guards as he helped Gemma up. Jax and Tig walked towards Rose, attempting to take her from the guards. The guards yanked Rose up off the ground, tossing her towards Tig.
"I'm fine." Rose seethed as Tig helped her stand up.
"Yeah, sure you are Rosie." Tig mumbled as he frowned as the blood on Rose's face. Rose quickly brushed him off as she walked towards Gemma.
"Mom, you okay?"
"I'm fine, baby." Gemma exhaled sharply.
"You okay, sis?" Jax questioned as he brought his hand towards her face, wiping away the blood. Rose just winced and nodded. The guards finally let go of Vincent, while the guys walked away from Rose.
"You okay, Rose?" Vincent frowned as Rose chuckled.
"I'm fine. You?" Rose smirked, and put her hand to her side. Vincent looked towards her hand and frowned. "Guard kicked me."
"They didn't do anything to me, just pushed me down. You sure you're okay?" Vincent winced at Rose. She just nodded. "C'mere," He said as he pulled her into a hug. She resented a bit, before actually hugging him back. Clay and Gemma watched, grinning to each other. While Jax and Chibs only frowned.
It was Gemma's dream for both of her children to be included in the club somehow. She hoped Vincent and Rose would work out. Hopefully Rose would take her place in the future.
Who knew how Clay really felt about it...
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Vincent dropped Rose off at her dance studio, and stayed behind until she finished her dance. He didn't have to, which made Rose feel funny. She expected to feel the same way she did with Esai at first.
This felt different, and it scared her.
Rose had the dance room to herself, so she blared the music and danced away. She wrote her dance on a notepad, she was there at least all night. Vincent fell asleep in the waiting room, while Rose quietly left the room, walking into the waiting room, to see Vincent passed out. She chuckled, before nudging his arm.
"Hey, I'm hungry." Rose whispered, smiling. He sat up and yawned, before looking towards her.
"You're hungry?" Vincent frowned before chuckling.
"Yeah. On me." Rose smirked as she held her wallet up.
"I'm surprised you're not tired." He chuckled as they walked to his motorcycle.
"I'm a night owl, you'd be surprised." Rose shrugged.
"So," Vincent smirked. "Is this a date?"
"Sure." Rose bit her lip, trying not to smile too wide. He smirked as they got onto his motorcycle.
