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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Rose held onto him tightly as they followed to police cars. Unser was already at the scene, as well as the guys.
"What happened?" Rose yelled as she hopped off the motorcycle, and jogged towards the guys.
"Donna was shot," Unser answered sadly.
"Did she..." Rose's voice trailed as she looked at the body bag. "Oh my god," She gasped, and looked over to the guys, seeing how Vincent joined, they all silently paid their respects. Rose wondered if the Sons really did this, they wouldn't kill an old lady. This had to be someone else.
It had to be.
Tig eventually drove Rose to Brea's since Rose didn't want to go home, and Clay needed to go home to Gemma. All the guys went home sad, while Rose walked into Happy's home, with Tig behind her and had small talk with Happy as she walked into her room.
"Did you hear?" Rose started as she crawled into Brea's bed as Brea was putting up her clothes.
"Yeah. I heard the gunshots. Is Opie really gone?" Brea frowned.
"Oh, Brea..." Rose winced.
"What?" Brea paused as she held a t-shirt in her hands.
"It wasn't Opie that got shot tonight." Rose paused as well.
"Okay? So who did? Do I even want to know?" Brea questioned as she sat on the bed.
"Donna, she was shot and killed tonight." Rose explained softly as she shivered.
"Oh my god," Brea gasped. "Opie's kids.."
"I know..." Rose sighed.
"Do you think... it was us?" Brea widened her eyes.
"I really, really hope not." Rose shook her head. "If so, it might have been meant for Opie. Things might have been messy."
"Who do you think did it?" Brea asked.
"I have an idea." Rose mumbled.
"And? Who?" Brea crawled closer to Rose, eager to listen.
"Who else is Sargent at arms?" Rose asked.
"Dumb question, Tig is the only—" Brea gasped as Rose simply nodded.
"I saw him leave the party early." Rose explained.
"Is there a serial killer in my house right now?" Brea widened her eyes.
"I bet this was all an accident. We aren't evil people. They aren't evil people. Tig isn't a bad person." Rose reassured. "Also... Your dad?"
"God, this is so, fucked." Brea exhaled sharply before getting up and tossing the shirt in a drawer. "And shut up,"
"Tell me about it." Rose sighed. Brea continued to pick up her room, while Rose thought about Vincent.
