Going Home

I decided to do a rewrite of this story. I didn't like how the start of it began. I hope you all like the revisions. 

Edited

It was a long and hot day, and Tasha was happy to be finally heading home. All she wanted to do was have a shower, have something to eat and throw her feet up. As she finally pulled into her driveway she noticed that something wasn't right. She saw her front door ajar and she cursed under her breath as she reached for the .38 that was tucked up under her seat. "Just what I fuckin' needed tonight." she huffed as she quietly slipped out of her car.

She took in her surroundings as she crept up the driveway and looked through the opened door to see her living room trashed. She quickly made her way through the house, making sure that who ever broke in was gone. When she cleared the house, she went through one more time taking in the damage. She went to her office and cursed when she noticed that all her files were strewn all over the floor.

"FUCK!" she yelled as she went to the drawer that she kept her hard drive in. Thankfully it was still there. Whoever had gone through her things, didn't know what they were looking for and she thanked whatever God that was out there that they hadn't figured out the combination to the drawer. She sat at er desk for a minute making a plan as to what to do and the only thing her mind kept running to was Charming.

She grabbed her hard drive and went to the safe taking out her cash, extra gun and bullets, along with her burner. She was thankful that her mother had instilled her to have a 'go' bag ready at all times and smiled when she saw the intruder hadn't gone through her closet. She grabbed her bag, stuffing the contents of her hand inside and grabbed a few more of her important files and headed for her garage. Throwing her bag into the back of her pick up, she climbed in and peeled out of the driveway.

It was late as she pulled into the familiar lot and wasn't surprised to see a party going on. She smiled as she shook her head, taking in everyone. She noticed some familiar faces and for the first time in months, felt like she was home.

After the death of her sister-in-law and her mother she distanced herself and dove deep into her work. She knew it wasn't the best way to deal with everything, but it was the only way she knew how to deal with all the death and violence that surrounded the club.

She took a deep breath and grabbed her bag as she slipped out of the truck, heading for the club house. She noticed Chucky walking around and winked at him as she pulled the heavy door open. The smell of smoke, stale beer and sweat hit her and she was immediately brought back to when the club was good. When her and her brothers were little, running around the clubhouse while the grown ups handle their business.

She looked around as she searched out her brother and smiled when she saw him leaning up against the bar, chatting with a familiar croweater. She weaved in and out of people as she made her way over and cleared her throat to get his attention.
"Sorry, darlin'. Someone already has my attention tonight." he said, not even giving her the time of day.

She let out a chuckle and dropped her bag, "Now is that really how you talk to your own sister?" she chided through a laugh.

He turned quickly at the sound of her voice and immediately engulfed her into a tight hug. "Jesus Christ!" he said softly. "Where the hell have you been?"

|I've been working, shit head." she laughed as she hugged him just as tight. She let him go and looked him over. "You look like shit, by the way."

He rolled his eyes at her and smirked. "You don't look so hot yourself." he retorted, handing her a beer. "C'mon. We got lots to catch up on."

She nodded and found herself a seat at the bar with him. She was debating on whether or not to tell him what had happened but she decided to wait till the morning to drop all that onto him. Tonight she was going to catch up with her brother and enjoy a well deserved break from the mess her life had turned out to be.

Jax smiled wide as he looked at his sister. "It's good to have you home. How long you staying for?" he asked.

She shrugged and smiled as she took a sip of her beer. "I dunno yet. Taking a bit of a break right now. Been working non stop since mom. Think it's time for me to slow down." she said. "Besides. I need to spend time with my nephews. Make sure you haven't corrupted them yet." she teased.

He scoffed and shoved her playfully. "Asshole."

She wiggled her eyebrows and smiled. "You know it." She laughed. The two siblings sat with one another and caught up with the events of the club. Jax explained the new direction the club was going in and she was honestly proud of her brother. "So no more guns?" she asked skeptically.

He shook his head as he took another shot. "After this last delivery to the Niners, we're done."

"Dad would be proud." she said with sincerity. The two both had read the manuscript their father had written and knew this is where he wanted the club. "So what are you guys gonna do with your time now?"

Jax sighed, "We have Diosa, and Redwoody. Still have the garage. It's gonna be tight but it's better than the alternative. Still gonna do protection runs and stuff, but we'll be out of ATF and FBI crosshairs."

She clapped his back and looked around the clubhouse, smiling at the sight of everyone. The club was finally at a place of peace and she was terrified of dragging them into her problems. She sighed and took another shot.