GEMMA'S P.O.V.

I looked up from my desk when I heard the sound of a car door closing. It was quiet on the lot today since most of the guys were on a run to Nevada and not due back for a few more hours. I stood up and headed out the door onto the lot when I saw Lowell, one of the TM Mechanics, point in my direction.

"What can I do for you?" I called out in greeting. The petite redhead approached, almost hesitantly. As she got closer, and removed her sunglasses, I thought I was looking at a ghost. There's no way...it couldn't be, I thought to myself.

"Yes, Ma'am. I'm looking for Clay Morrow." the voice, thick with a Southern drawl replied. "Listen sweetheart if you don't know the rules then let me make it clear. What happens on a run stays on a run. Road pussy does not follow any Son home, especially my Old Man." I said snidely, knowing full well she wasn't what I was insinuating. She looked too much like her mother to be road pussy. At barely 5 feet tall, this stunning redhead with long curly hair and freckles sprinkled across her pale ivory skin had a DD size rack and a perfectly round tight ass that was going to make the guys drool. She was the spitting image of Lori Doherty...other than the eyes. Lori had emerald green eyes and this girl had royal blue eyes...the exact same shade of blue as Clay's, I thought bitterly.

"Road pussy!? Who the fuck do you think you're talking to!? Who the hell are you to judge me? You obviously have me confused with someone else. If you'll just tell me where I can find Mr. Morrow then I'll be out of your way." she said, obviously agitated. She has a temper that rivaled the tempers of both her mother and her father.

"I would be Gemma Teller-Morrow, Clay's wife. You obviously don't need any repair work done to your car, so what do you want with my husband?" I replied as my eyes took in a new model white Range Rover Sport with Georgia plates.

I looked her up and down, taking in her tight black leggings, which she paired with a tight emerald green v-neck shirt, short black leather jacket and black over the knee leather Louboutin boots with a 4" heel. Her jewelry was simple but elegant...a diamond and platinum pendant necklace with diamond stud earrings. I didn't see a wedding or engagement ring on her left hand, just a large blue topaz gem set in a diamond and platinum band on her right hand. Rich bitch, I thought to myself, thankful she wouldn't be looking for a hand-out. Wonder where her money comes from.

"I would prefer to speak with your husband directly. It's a private matter." she replied evenly, her blue eyes flashing with anger and irritation.

"Well he won't be back until Friday so come back then if you need to talk to him. You should know, little girl, Clay tells me everything so why don't you fill me in on your private matter. Or give me your name and I'll tell him you stopped by." I said, continuing to push her buttons, as I lied about when Clay would be returning.

"Fuck this. Tell him I have a gift and letter for him from Lori Doherty. You can let him know Lori's daughter, Lexi Montgomery, who is also his daughter, stopped by. I'll be back to meet him on Friday." she said, confirming her identity and my suspicions. She turned and walked back to her SUV just as the roar of motorcycles was heard coming down the street.

Shit. I was hoping to have a few more days to get Unser to dig up information on Lexi before I mentioned her to Clay. Figures Lori had a kid and kept her from Clay...from Clay and the Club. Lori didn't have what it took to be an Old Lady. I was married to John and the mother of two young boys when Clay first brought Lori around. It didn't take long after Thomas died and John went off to Ireland, to run Lori out of town. I just didn't know she was pregnant when I did. That might be a problem if Clay ever finds out why Lori left.

LEXI'S P.O.V.

What a lying bitch, I thought to myself as I watched the motorcycles pull onto the lot and park. I crossed my arms and leaned against the back of my Range Rover, knowing my eyes were filled with fury behind my oversized dark sunglasses.

"Hey baby! How was your ride? How did everything go in Nevada?" I heard Gemma ask, her voice almost dripping with honey, as a tall gray-haired man walked over to her and kissed her. Dear old Dad, I'm guessing. "Good." he replied. "We have to head into Church for a bit and then I'll be home for dinner."

I wasn't sure what to do. I could feel eyes on me and as I looked away from Clay and Gemma I saw a good looking blonde-haired guy staring at me. I couldn't see his eyes since he too was wearing sunglasses as I took in his appearance. He was dressed in jeans, a white t-shirt, white sneakers, an SOA baseball cap and his kutte. He started heading my way and I pushed myself away from the back of my SUV as he approached.

"Jackson! I need to see you over here." Gemma called out urgently, from the doorway of the garage's office. The guy gave me one last look before turning towards Gemma. "Hey Ma. Everything okay?" I heard him ask as he hugged Gemma. I didn't hear her response. They went into the office and closed the door leaving me feeling exposed on the lot. I turned to see nine pairs of eyes on me.

"Lori? Lori Doherty?" I heard a voice call out. I looked at the old man who was breathing with the help of a portable oxygen tank. I walked over to him and introduced myself. "Lori was my Mom. I'm Lexi, her daughter." "I'm Piney. I met your Mom twenty-five years ago. You look just like her. Other than your eyes. Hers were green if I remember correctly. How is she? Is she here with you?" Piney asked, looking around the lot. "She passed away twelve years ago, when I was eleven." I replied.

"If your Mom has been dead for twelve years, what brings you to Charming?" a tall bearded man asked looking at me skeptically.

"She's here to see me. Church is postponed until tomorrow." a gruff voice said from behind me. I hadn't heard Clay approach until he was towering over me. "Lexi, come with me." he instructed leading the way into what I would later learn is the Sons of Anarchy Clubhouse. I followed him into the Chapel, a meeting room of sorts containing a large wooden table with the Sons of Anarchy reaper carved into the middle of it. Clay took a seat at the head of the table, and after closing the doors behind us, the blonde and Gemma sat to Clay's left.

"Have a seat." the blonde said, motioning to the seat across the table from him. "I'm Jax Teller, Gemma's son and apparently your step-brother." he said with a smirk trying to ease the tension in the room. "That remains to be seen." Gemma commented.

"Enough." Clay growled. "Lexi, I'm Clay Morrow. I understand from my Old Lady, Gemma, you believe I'm your Father. If your Mom died when you were eleven why did you wait so long to find me? Why did she never tell me about you? Who raised you after she died? How did you find me? I'm more than a little confused." he said.

"I'm sure it was a shock for you to have me show up here today. This isn't exactly the way I planned for this meeting, our first meeting, to go. I've known, since I was 16, who you were and where you were Clay. The name on my birth certificate is Alexis Kathryn Morrow. I was born on December 24, 1995. That was, in case you don't remember, five months after my Mom left Charming and moved back to Savannah. My grandparents didn't exactly welcome her home with open arms, but things changed after I was born. We were happy and well provided for." I only looked at Clay while I spoke but when I paused, I let my eyes dart in the direction of Jax and Gemma. I couldn't get a read on Jax's thoughts, based on his expression, but Gemma looked like she wanted to kill someone. I decided to ignore her and turned my attention back to Clay as I continued with my story.

"When I was three my Mother was working as a paralegal in a law firm. From what I was told Robert Montgomery, a senior partner at the firm, fell head over heels for my Mom. Two years later they were married and Robert adopted me. I'm not sure how I was legally adopted since you were never notified, but I have the paperwork at home. On her death bed my Mom made Robert promise, when I was old enough, to tell me the truth about my biological Father and the two years she spent in Charming. She wrote me two letters before she died. One letter Rober gave me on my 16th birthday and the second he wasn't supposed to give me until my 25th birthday. That plan changed when Robert was diagnosed with stage four cancer and given three months to live. He passed away last month after deciding to give me the letter my Mom wrote twelve years ago." I paused, dug into my oversized Michael Kors purse and pulled out three other envelopes. I slid them across the table to Clay.

"I also have letters for you. One from my Mom and one from Robert. The third envelope is a copy of my birth certificate along with some photos. My cell phone number is in there as well. I'm planning on staying in Charming for a month, at this point. I've already been here for a week. I just wanted to meet you. I'm hoping to get to know you a little before I head back to Savannah. Call me if you want to get to know me. If not, I understand." I finished and before another word could be said I walked out of the Chapel and into the main room of the clubhouse.

The nine men who had been on the lot earlier were all in the main room. I ignored them and made my way outside to my car. I could feel my hands shaking as I pushed the start button and put the Range Rover in reverse. Jesus Mom, what did you get me into, I couldn't help but wonder thinking of the letter and the last request she made of me.

CLAY'S P.O.V.

"You don't really believe her do you Clay? We know nothing about her. For all we know she could be a Goddamn Fed." I heard Gemma say, noticing the worry in her eyes as she looked at the envelopes sitting in front of me. I opened the one with Lexi's birth certificate and there it was. Alexis Kathryn Morrow with parents listed as Lori Anne Doherty and Clarence Morrow.

"Lexi-Kate. She really named her Lexi-Kate. We talked about that maybe a year into the time we were together. What we would name our kids." I heard myself murmur as I looked through the ten pictures Lexi had included. Pictures of Lexi as a baby, a toddler, multiple photos at Christmases over the years, a cheerleader in high school, one of her in a car with a big red bow on it, a cheerleader in college, her college graduation and standing in front of a store cutting a big red ribbon. Un-Southern Charm Clothing and Apparel was the name of the store.

I handed the picture to Jax. "Have Juice run a full background on her and her store. I want to know everything. Tell him I want this done by tomorrow morning." I instructed. "Also, VP, find out where in Charming she is staying. I want to make sure she is protected while she is here. If she's my daughter and the Mayans find out it could mean trouble for her."

Gemma didn't say a word until Jax left the Chapel, shutting the door behind him. Then she tore into me..."You knew!? You knew Lori was pregnant when she left Charming!? What the fuck is with all this Lexi-Kate bullshit, Clay? If she really is your daughter she should have been raised here with family."

"Enough Gemma! Lori never told me she was pregnant before she left but I had suspected. That's right after you and I started getting together...when John was in Ireland. She knew once you got your hooks into me there would be no other woman for me, and that included her. Jesus, Gem...if I had known about the girl I would have fought for her. She would have been ours." I replied, wondering if Gemma had known or suspected all those years ago that Lori had been pregnant.

"Let's go home baby." I said as I slipped all three envelopes into the pocket of my kutte. "Aren't you going to read the letters?" Gemma asked. "Not now. I have a lot of thinking to do before I read them and open up old wounds." I responded leading the way out of the Chapel.

"Clay..." Tig called out to me, confused as were the rest of my Brothers about what had taken place over the past couple of hours.

"Not now Tiggy. I'll see you all tomorrow." I responded noticing Juice, Opie and Jax weren't in the room. "Let's go baby." I said to Gemma as I put my arm around her and lead her out into the late afternoon sun.

JAX'S P.O.V.

It only took minutes for Juice to find out where Lexi was staying. I got the address and hopped on my Harley Dyna-Glide Super Glide Sport with Arlen Ness fairings and drag-bars. "Hold up Brother." I heard Opie say. "I'm coming with you. I saw the way you looked at her and I'm thinking Clay will kick your ass if you talk your way into his daughter's house." he said with a knowing grin on his face.

"She's fucking hot man but she's Clay's daughter and he would probably castrate me if I touched her. He wants her protected and that's what I'm going to do. I'll take the first shift and then put a couple of prospects on her. Go home to your family, Ope. I don't need a babysitter tonight, man." I replied, knowing full well I was lying to my best friend. There was nothing I wanted more at that moment than to see Lexi naked, writhing in pleasure under me, calling my name and begging for more as I fucked her over and over again. There's something about the redhead with the Southern Drawl that practically gave me a hard-on as soon as I saw her on the lot.

I made a right onto the cul-de-sac where Lexi was staying. I noticed her white Range Rover Sport in the driveway. I parked across the street and as I removed my helmet I looked at the sprawling ranch style home. It's a lot of house for one person, I thought to myself before deciding to take a closer look. There was a two-car garage on one side and a front porch that ran almost the entire length of the exterior. I walked around back, noticing the meticulously landscaped lawn gave way to a back deck overlooking an in-ground swimming pool and jacuzzi. This isn't a low-income neighborhood so I wasn't surprised at how nice the house was, but I wondered who owned it.

As I turned to walk back out front the sliders to the deck opened. Shit...she was about to catch me. I looked up and grinned as she leaned over the railing giving me a view of her cleavage. "You know where I'm from we shoot trespassers first and ask questions later. You're here and I haven't shot you so you might as well come up." she said with a smile.

LEXI'S P.O.V.

I heard the Harley come up the street. I had been in the kitchen pouring a glass of wine and considering my options for dinner when I saw the very sexy Jax Teller creeping around my back yard. Busted, I thought to myself with a grin when I walked out onto the deck.

"Hey darlin'." Jax said with a come-fuck-me-grin as he swaggered up the stairs. There is no other way to describe how the man walked. He swaggered and oozed sex. I was pretty sure I had cum just looking at him. I had changed when I got home from TM and was now in a pair of extremely short distressed light jean shorts and a fitted ribbed black tank top without a bra. I knew he liked what he saw as he looked me up and down.

I leaned back against the railing and sipped my wine. "You get a good enough look?" I teased. "Not quite. There's still a lot more that I want to see." he said walking towards me. Oh shit. I'm way out of my league where he is concerned. "What are you doing here Jax?" I asked, trying to act like I was completely sure of myself and in control.

"Wanted to make sure you're okay. I'm guessing it wasn't the easiest day for you. Going toe-to-toe with my Mother didn't make it any easier I'm sure." he said as he brushed a stray curl away from my face. "Jax Teller! Are you trying to seduce me?" I asked, moving a safe distance away from him. "Consider me Charming's Welcoming Committee." he responded, flashing me another wolf-like grin.

Before another word could be said the roar of two Harley's could be heard out in the cul-de-sac. I looked at Jax with questions in my eyes. "They're here to protect you. Clay's orders. Two of the Club's prospects, Filthy Phil and Rat will be outside all night. You need anything you tell them." he told me. "I gotta get going. We'll have to continue your Welcome to Charming Celebration another time." he said before walking over to me and lightly brushing his lips over mine. He walked down the stairs and around the corner to the front of the house without even a glance back.

Later that night, as I laid in bed, I couldn't help but wonder if I had made a mistake in coming to Charming. Clay was obviously shocked...Gemma was a complete bitch...Jax was...Jax was everything the Private Investigator I hired had described and then some. Most of what I had told Clay was true but there was another reason for my visit to Charming...a reason that could potentially ruin any chance to have a real relationship with Clay and his family.

GEMMA'S P.O.V.

I could hear Clay softly snoring as he slept next to me. How could he possibly have gone to sleep without reading those damn letters? It was killing me. I needed to know what secrets from the past were in them. I didn't believe for one minute the red-headed she-devil showed up out of the blue just to get to know her sperm donor, Clay.

JAX'S P.O.V.

I slowly sipped my beer as I looked around the Clubhouse. A Clubhouse filled with hang-arounds, sweetbutts and croweaters. I knew I could have my pick of the litter but it was a redhead from Savannah that I wanted. For the first time in a long time, for the first time since Tara left for Chicago, I went to bed solo and sober.