Finally home ~ A Sons of Anarchy story~

Prologue

Waking up in this airplane was the worst experience of my life. What the fuck was I doing here ? In the distance, I heard two distinct voices, speaking about a girl (probably me actually) and what to do with her.

- She is the President's daughter. We can't let her die here.

- But she saw us ! We're dead soon, man.

The first guy who spoke turned around in a spectacular move and came to me.

- So, you're awake.

He punched me in the face and I sobbed. It hurts !

- Don't cry little pussy. You'll be with your family soon.

My family. Here we are. I am the Sons of Anarchy president Clay Morrow's daughter, Amelia Morrow. I'm 27 and my life was always full of shit 'til I decided to move to Ireland to escape this fucking clubhouse. But. Some mysterious full-of-shit guys are now ruining it, by taking me closer to my father and his goddamn "clubhouse" as he likes to call it. It's been five years since I moved in Ireland and my life gone better, but these guys are taking me back to my another boring dangerous life.

- Charming is a cute tiny town, isn't it ?

The second guy, taller than the first one, stared at me, a little smile appearing, distorting his ugly face.

- You're Mayans, aren't you ? I said, spotting a little Mexicans accent when they spoke.

- How'd you know ?

- I spotted your fucking Mexican accent.

Another punch in the head. I was smiling.

- You're so susceptible. He'll kill you.

The tallest guy took is gun off his pocket and pointed me with it.

- You dead, he said, nearly pulling the trigger.

And then, blackout. I don't remember anything of what happened after that. I just woke up in this goddamn hospital, beeps around me and a catheter in my arm. I took a look around and spotted a red button to call a nurse. I sighed and pushed it. Immediately after I pushed the red tiny button, I saw a nurse entering the room, and men voices behind her. Shit.

- Five years !

I sighed again. Clay Morrow, a.k.a my father, entered the room. He seemed furious but also reassured. Tig, his right hand, entered after him, smiling.

- My dear Am' ! he said, hugging me warmly.

I hugged him back and my father finally smiled at me.

- I missed you.

I looked at my father and hugged him. I wasn't about to admit it, but I missed him so much too.

Then, another person entered the room. Tall, blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes.

- Jax !

I began to cry. Five years and he was so handsome, as always. He entered, smiling too, and hugged me.

- It's been a while, he said, kissing my cheek.

I looked at my father, Jax and Tig and remembering why I left five years ago, I closed my eyes.

- We heard some Mayans men took you here. Why ? asked Tig, by sitting on my bed.

It was a long story actually. When I moved to Ireland, my father tried to find me and put many efforts to finally take me back home. I left without a word, and I believe Clay thought I had been kidnapped. Every motorcycle clubhouse friends with my father's one tried to find me, by any means they could use. But, without success. When I heard my father had been trying to find me, I sent him a letter to explain everything and since this day, he never tried again, he abandoned. I know he would have been pissed off by what I did, but in this room, he was smiling, and after all these years far away from this clubhouse, I finally felt good. I was home.