Six months have passed since Harley left PTV, Ron and her love, Alexander, now she's just trying to move on, but putting the traumatic event that took place in California behind her, is easier said than done.
She hasn't had any contact with anyone in the SS since she left, knowing it would have just made 'Moving On' harder, but one evening, she receives an email… from Jemma, begging her to return to PTV and help her and the girls get their outlaws out of Prison.
Will Harley help them out and prove she IS a member of the family after all or is the outlaw biker lifestyle just not for her?
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WARNING for this book; It will contain triggering subjects such as sexual assault/rape and violence. This book WON'T be ''glorifying'' rape, however it is a big subject in the character background. If any of those issues are triggering to you, please don't read this book.
Please note, Until this book is under contract, only the first 15,000 words will be posted. This is being you need to upload a minimum of 15k to apply for a contract with GoodNovel. I have decided to do this because, with my past books, I have been constantly harassed for uploads even when posting daily, multiple times a day. It takes a lot of me mentally, so, I have posted 15k words all at once. Once this book is under contract, I will post the rest of the book, all at once. If you continue to read, you are agreeing to wait for the rest of the book. PLEASE NOTE IT IS UP TO GOOD NOVEL HOW LONG YOU WILL WAIT AS IT DEPENDS HOW LONG IT TAKES THEM TO REVIEW, CREATE AND SIGN THE CONTRACT.
For those curious, while this book series ISN'T a fanfiction of Sons Of Anarchy, it is BASED on a fanfiction I wrote. For legal reasons, Good novel couldn't sign a fanfiction, so the names, locations and information were changed.
For those who don't know the show and want to know what some of these characters look like;
Alexander -- Jeffrey Dean Morgan
Ron -- Ron Perlman
Jackson -- Charlie Hunnam
Harry -- Ryan Hurst
Jemma -- Ally Walker
Once again, this isn't fanfiction.
Enjoy! :)
Chapter One**Six Months Later***Every day seemed to be the same thing. I would get up, go to work, come home, sleep. Throw in some general things like housework and showering and that’s pretty much what my life has been for the past few months.My friends would call me up and ask if I want to hang out, but the truth was… I really didn’t and I was annoyed at myself for that. I’ve been keeping myself busy daily with boring things but when the chance to do something fun comes along... I shut people out.I couldn’t help it. I missed him. I missed them all.I shook my head, refusing to let myself think about PTV, The club or… him. I hadn’t
Chapter TwoThe rest of the day went by pretty quickly considering I didn’t actually do much. Ryan had come home about half an hour ago, I made him dinner and he left me alone, so far, so good. I made an excuse to go to my room and he didn’t ask any questions.I decided to just watch some tv until it was late enough to go to bed. This was literally my life and it fucking sucked. I turned on Netflix and just found a random documentary to keep myself busy.It was only about 20 minutes in when I heard Ryan come up the stairs and I paused the TV and froze, Silently praying and begging that he wasn’t going to come in. I listened carefully, trying to work out where his footsteps were going. I hadn’t even realised I was holding my breath until I heard his bedroom door close
Chapter Three***Hours Later***I walked in the front door and took my jacket off. I could hear football in the living room so avoided it. Ryan was home.Great.There goes any peace and quiet.I headed to the kitchen to see what I could make for dinner and was surprised when I saw Ryan sitting at the dining table. I figured he was watching TV. He just looked up at me, an unbothered expression on his face before he went back to reading the paper.‘Evening’. If I didn’t make an effort to talk to him after I've seen him, he would say I was being ‘’rude’’ and ‘’punish’&rsquo
Chapter FourI waited till Ryan went to bed… and then waited another hour or so until I was sure he was really asleep. I crept down the hallway and peeked into his room. He was snoring loudly, thankfully, he was definitely sleeping.Going back to my room, I looked at my bed. My suitcase packed with everything that actually meant something to me. I didn’t plan on coming back this time, so I didn’t want to worry about what I was leaving behind. On top of the case were my passport and the very little amount of money I had to my name…. And then the plane ticket.I had enough to get me to the airport and something to eat.I kept checking the clock, the flight out wasn’t for another 8 or so hours. I was defi
Chapter FiveI could feel my eyelids getting heavy. I had been up all night and I was so tired. I knew if I could make it one more hour, I could sleep on the plane. Jemma had replied and said she was glad I was coming and that she knew what time my flight was meant to land and she would be there to pick me up.I had asked her how many of the guys were locked up… apparently, all of them were which... Was shocking. I was with them long enough… and had enough experience with their ‘’rivals’’ to know that the whole MC being locked up in prison wasn’t good for business… legal or otherwise.I went and got another coffee before I headed for my gate. We left in about an hour which means we will be boarding any minute now…
Chapter SixPulling into the lot, It was strange not to see the massive row of familiar bikes. Sure, there was a couple, but I didn’t recognise any of them. It was weird being here knowing I wouldn’t be seeing Ron or Alex or Harry or Jackson or any of the other guys.‘After you left, the guys recruited some of the members from other charters’. Jemma told me randomly. ‘After Pulp and Newbie died, they needed some new members and then once all the drama over their arrest, they needed to make sure their turf would be safe while they were inside.’‘How is everyone else handling it all?’‘We’re all doing what we can. The girls have their own jobs so they are supporting their families r
Chapter SevenSomeone shaking my shoulder broke me out of my random dream. I groaned and refused to open my eyes, but whoever it was didn’t let up. For a minute, I forgot where I was and my mind automatically went to thinking it was Ryan. As soon as the thought popped into my head, I shot up and the shadowy figure peering over me, quickly moved back.‘What the hell?!’ I asked confused and disoriented. I didn’t even realise I had fallen asleep. I wasn’t even tired. The room was pitch black. I leaned over and tapped the base of the lamp on the bedside table, instantly lighting the room up with a warm yellow glow and I saw it was just Jemma.‘Sorry darling, I didn’t want to disturb you, but we ordered some dinner, you must be starving’. As
Chapter EightA few weeks have passed since I came back to PTV and not much has happened. Jemma and the girls go and see the guys every week. Even though I didn’t make it obvious, whenever they came back, telling me all about how well they were doing and how great it was to see them, I was bitter. Very bitter and very jealous.Jemma still hasn’t shared what her plan actually was for getting the guys out of prison or why she needed me to help her… which was strange because she said I needed to come back as soon as possible and it just feels like we're all mooching around, wasting time...I tried asking a few times but she just kept telling me she was waiting on some information and then she was going to share it with everyone. It seemed weird but I
Chapter ThirtyNine - FINAL CHAPTER I looked at myself in the mirror and sighed, using my hands to flatten out any of the imperfections on my depressing black dress. It was the funeral today. The day I had been dreading for weeks I wasn’t ready to say my goodbyes just yet. I felt like I hadn’t had long enough with him yet. A lot of people still don’t understand or know what happened. One minute he was here, alive, then the next... He was gone. Just like that. Due to it being a shooting and him dying in the hospital, Police were involved but of course, Allan made it go away so the club could deal with it all themselves. In their own way, I guess. I don’t know how he was able to make it disappear off the police radar, I didn’t as
Chapter Thirty Eight** A few Weeks Later **‘Good Morning Harley, How are you today?’ Doctor Matthews asked, coming into the room, followed behind by his students that were shadowing him on his rounds. I smiled and said I was doing fine and asked if there was any news… but of course there wasn’t.I had gotten to know the doctors and nurses here quite well over the past few weeks. I rarely left Alex’s room, to the point they had actually provided me with a bed to sleep in now. It wasn’t comfortable... But it was more comfortable than the chair and meant I didn’t need to go home at night anymore.I only left when I absolutely needed to, for new clothes or food.
Chapter ThirtySeven Luckily, The chair next to Alex’s bed was big and comfy enough that I could curl up in a ball and sit for hours… which I had been doing. I stayed with him the whole time, One by one, the other guys came in to see him, but I stayed put. I was scared that if I left him, he’d...well, he’d leave me.. Forever, and I wasn’t going to let that happen. As far as I knew, everyone had gone home. It was very late but luckily, when they realised I wasn’t leaving, the nursing staff brought me a blanket and allowed me to stay with him. I mean, what was the harm? The beeping of his machines, keeping him alive, were a horrific constant reminder of where we were and what was going on. I looked out the window, I couldn’t see anything. It was pitch black and most of the outside
Chapter Thirty SixWe arrived at the Hospital and I climbed off the bike, Yelling hysterically that we needed to go and find him... Now! Harry managed to calm me down long enough to tell me he was going to call the guys and find out where they were and what was going on, but when he tried, none of them were answering their phones. I was getting impatient.‘If they brought him in in an ambulance, we would probably be in the emergency room… or at the very least, they will know where he is, right?’‘Yeah, I guess, but-’‘Well then let’s go!’. I shouted, grabbing Harry’s hand and pulling him towards the hospital entrance. He stopped and pulled me back.
Chapter Thirty Five** No One’s Point of View **As the MC made their way to the warehouse, Ron was thinking over and over all the lies he could potentially use. He had already covered his ass by saying he cancelled the meeting and cast doubt on the Devils Angels by saying he forgot to tell them. Sure, he COULD face backlash and some blame for his involvement in that, but it would mean his Club and daughter believed the bullshit. Believed that he wasn’t the one to pull the trigger and end the life of his once best friend, Alexander Coates.Ron rode in front of the others, How it always was. As the leader, how it should be, but all of them dreaded what they could possibly walking into. It wasn’t just unusual for a member to drop off the face of the
Chapter Thirty Four** The Next Day **I headed into the clubhouse, annoyed. Alex didn’t come home last night. I get he’s busy with Club shit, but not coming home?! Not even calling to say he wouldn’t be home?! What an asshole. I was about ready to completely rip him a new one, but his bike wasn’t outside. I guess he was still busy with Tommy...or something else.Maybe someone else?No, No of course he wouldn’t do that. I trusted him. I trusted him completely, I was just very fucking pissed off with him right now!Cleo was sitting at the bar. I knew Jackson was here and Harry, Sarah wasn’t though. Apparently, she was having a few pai
Chapter Thirty-ThreeRon’s Point of View.I left the warehouse and started riding back to the garage, Only stopping to throw the gun into the creek on the way. It wasn’t on the usual ride to or from the warehouse, so none of the others would ever find it. It was a cheap throwaway, Not part of the club or my own private stash of weapons. Absolutely nothing to point a finger at am.I told Jemma I was working late last night and that I was staying at the clubhouse so even if she wouldn't think twice about me not being there when she woke up this morning. I’d simply tell her that I overslept and missed the meeting with Alex and the DA’s. They weren’t expecting Alex, so the ‘’shot on sight’’ excuse would fly. It would caus
Chapter Thirty Two** The Next Morning **Alexander’s Point of ViewMy phone vibrating on the bedside table woke me up. The sun was just coming up outside but it was still really early. By the time me and Harley actually went to sleep last night, it was after midnight. She wasn’t best impressed when I told her I had an early morning start to meet Ron at 6 am at the warehouse.She has this idea in her mind that he’s trying to cause drama and trouble for me and her… and the club. I can’t say I didn’t think the same, but there wasn’t much I could do about it... Just try not to let it get to me I suppose.By the time I dra
*** Thank you so much to everyone who sent their well wishes and asked about my little boy. He’s home now, thank god. Little bugger, has had hospital ‘’sleepovers’’ every month since Christmas :( Thank you for your patience and understanding, I hope you enjoy the chapter (I know it's short, im sorry) and the ones to come! ***Chapter Thirty OneI pulled dinner out of the oven just as Alex walked in the front door. I smiled to myself, glad that I had timed it, literally, perfectly. He came straight into the kitchen and wrapped his arms around my waist, resting his chin on my shoulder.‘What did you make?’‘Nothing amazing, just some homemade Spaghetti Bolognese. I told him.