The rumble of motorcycles was the soundtrack to my childhood. The smell of oil, leather, and cigarette smoke clung to my clothes like a second skin. I was born into the life-Brighton Carter, daughter of Samcro's own Benny "Red" Carter. My dad was one of them, a lifer, a soldier in the club. He lived and breathed for the Sons of Anarchy. And he died for them too. A drive-by shooting took him when I was just thirteen. I remember the blood, the chaos, the way Jax held me as I screamed, my tiny fists pounding against his cut, demanding answers no one could give. My dad was gone. But Jax? He never left my side. Jax Teller and Opie Winston were my best friends, my safe place in a world that had already been so cruel. Jax, with his cocky smirk and messy blond hair, had always been the one to pull me out of the darkness, even when he was the cause of it. At sixteen, that darkness turned to something else-a craving I couldn't deny. We were drunk, reckless, and stupid. But damn, was it sweet. Jax had been my first everything that night, whispering promises in my ear between lazy kisses, his touch setting my body on fire. But promises meant nothing in Charming. I learned that the hard way. When I found out I was pregnant, I ran. I packed a bag, left a note, and vanished. I couldn't stay. Not when I knew what this life would do to my kid. Now, at twenty-three, I was back. I wasn't that naïve girl anymore.

Ten years ago, Avery Mitchell walked away from everything she knew-including the boy who had her heart. After four years in a devoted relationship with Jax Teller, leaving their small hometown of Charming to chase her dreams at Duke University was the hardest decision she ever made. She begged Jax to come with her, but he refused to leave the only place he'd ever called home. So Avery left with a broken heart, determined to build a future in law and prove she could stand on her own. Now, a decade later, Avery is back in Charming with a law degree, a dream, and a new beginning. She's opening her own practice, Mitchell Law, but the long hours and driven focus haven't filled the ache in her chest. Because some pieces of her past never let go-especially the boy who once promised forever. Jax Teller is no longer that eighteen-year-old with stars in his eyes and grease on his hands. He's older, wiser, and maybe even colder. But does that mean he's moved on? Or is the spark between them still buried beneath years of silence and heartbreak? Avery's back to fight for the life-and the love-she left behind. But some second chances don't come easy. Especially when the past still hurts and the future's uncertain. 💥💥DISCLAIMER💥💥 I DO NOT OWN THE RIGHTS TO ANYTHING AFFILIATED WITH SONS OF ANARCHY. THEY ARE OWNED BY DISNEY AND KURT SUTTER. Also, this story will loosely based on the series to make it my own.

The story of the Sons of Anarchy' first daughter. Can these two stubborn idiots finally admit how they feel? (I own nothing but my characters, the plot may not be tv accurate my bad, this is also my first published book so if you hate it don't tell me)