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Little Toy Bikers & A Woman on the Run

Chapter 1 Hood

Note 3/26/19 What You Need To Know About Reading This Story

I started this story and it morphed over time, which is great when it happens. This story has broadened and grown to extend to more characters than I originally intended. I use as many SOA characters because that's the whole point of fan fiction.

It's written a little differently from a typical short story or novel. It's written in scenes like a TV show. That's why the chapters are short. It's designed to be read in blocks with different plot points moving to the center of the story, moving off to the side and moving out of the story just like TV.

Each chapter is written from a characters point of view so the reader gets an added bonus of hearing what a character is thinking. This is one thing that I think works better in a written story versus a TV show or movie.

It will have some plot elements of the TV show as well as original ones that I hope to blend them into a seamless story.

Hope you enjoy this story. MV

I also changed the title of this chapter to improve my internal story management.

Late. Late. Late. She was never late. She was fifteen minutes late. Damn. Damn. Damn. Everyone would be impatiently waiting for her.

She opened the door of the house and walked inside. Instantly, she knew something was wrong. It was too quiet. No voices. No sounds of people moving around.

Automatically she reached into her cross body bag and pulled out her gun. She flipped the safety off. She didn't bother to chamber the first round. She always kept a round in the chamber.

She moved silently into the house towards the kitchen/family room. They were all there waiting for her. Dead. Before the horror of seeing the bloody bodies of four people she'd spent the last two years working with could soak in, survival mode kicked in and she went out the front door.

She began jogging the three blocks to her car. The skies opened up and by the time she got to her car she was soaked to the skin. He'd found her again and her identity was burned. Time to run again.

Part of the game was trying to terrorize her as much as possible. Killing her would never just be enough. He wanted to make her life a living hell by killing those around her before murdering her. When he got her, he wouldn't give her a neat clean bullet to the head. He would keep her alive and torture her until she died. The only thing worse than being married to an organized crime boss was leaving him at the altar.

She could spend whatever life she had left letting him toy with her and kill innocent people whose only misdeed was knowing her until he had terrorized her enough and he was ready to torture and kill her or she could take the fight to him.

Her ex-fiancé wasn't the only person who wanted her dead. If her father found her, he would kill her. If the Sons of Anarchy discovered her true identity, they would kill her.

Her plan for survival was simple; bring down SAMCRO and she could do one last final vanishing act into the safety of the federal government's witness protection program and solve her step sister Violet's murder because one of those sons-of-bitches killed her. The last man to see her alive was Jax Teller.

Two Months Later

Her new identity was solid. She was confident that this time her fiancé would never find her. This time her paperwork was perfect or at least it was good enough to buy her enough time to do what she needed to do to ensure her long term survival.

She pulled the 1977 cherry red Corvette convertible off to the side of the road. She got out and adjusted the short cut-off jean shorts and tugged her hot pink lace tank over her breasts. She popped the hood and leaned over the engine. It wouldn't take long.

She heard the motorcycle coming, but she resisted the urge to look to see which bike was driving up. She'd been watching Jax Teller and based on his pattern of movements, it should be him.

The bike stopped. She turned and there he was a blonde, blue-eyed biker. Jax Teller in the flesh. He was quite a sight. She knew from Violet that he was attractive, but she hadn't counted on him being so soaked in sex appeal.

He looked at her long legs and the swell of her breasts under her tank top and gave her that Jax Teller smile that her sister had warned her about.

"Need some help, darlin'?"

He had stopped to help her just as she knew he would. No man can ignore the sight of a classic red Corvette and a woman in shorts bending over.