I pushed the last box into the home, and I fell onto the floor in a heap - and groaned. "Fuck, my life." I muttered sarcastically on the floor as the male that was driving the moving van beeped his horn and I flipped him the middle finger.

I grunted as I threw my motorcycle keys on the table, before heading towards the bathroom to get ready for the night and going to sleep, when my phone started buzzing. The id was someone I hadn't seen in over 10 years. Gemma. 

"Hello?" I question, tiredly - yawning tiredly. I ran my fingers through my hair as I sit down onto my chair nearby. 

"It's been a long time darlin'. I heard you were back, people talk."  Gemma says and I chuckle, leaning against the window ledge. 

"Well, they got that right for one thing. What's up Gem?" I question, my eyebrows raising in concern. I've got serious connections to Samcro or SOA, Sons of Anarchy MC. I guess that was perks off being Tigs's little sister. 

"I think you need to get down to the hospital. Like now," Gemma says, and I cock a brow before grabbing my jacket off of the chair. 

"I'm on my way," I say, before ending the call. 

--

I opened the door to the hospital, the air stunk of doctors outfits and it reminded me off when I was last in hospital. I shivered in horror, at the memory. "Hay!" Gemma shouts, running down the hall towards me until I wrapped my arms around her in a tight hug. 

"This way," She leads me towards an area where the children's area was. "That's Jax's kid, heart defect and tear in the abdomen." She says and I close my eyes - oh Jesus. 

"Jesus Christ, the heart defect - family genetic?" I ask, and Gemma nods. "Holy crap." I muttered before sighing. "How's Jax takin' it?" I asked her, leaning against the wall. 

"He's back at the clubhouse, do you want to see them?" Gemma asks, and I sigh before nodding an we walked towards the exit. I needed to see my brother after a decade.

--

She opened the gate, and her car drove in before my BMW - "Tell me one of them doesn't have a bellyful of Trigger juice." I heard Clay say, and I cock a brow at Gemma. She shook her head and texted me quickly the details. 

"Afraid they both do." Tig says and I groaned in distaste. 

"You did time, shithead. Your DNA is in the database," 

Me and Gemma shook our head as we headed towards the entrance to Teller - Morrow. "Jesus Christ my brother is stupid." I say, as I lean against the table nearby - putting a cigarette in between my lips and lighting it up. 

"It's Tig, we'll find a way to cover it up." Gemma says, flicking the ash down into the ash tray. I rolled my eyes - as the door opened. Juice walked in, not noticing my presence. 

"We've got a problem, do you still have Otto's sister's number?" He asks Gemma, and she shakes her head as I put my cigarette between my lips and scrolled through my contacts. 

"Jesus Christ, Tig's lucky that I decided to keep that number." I say, handing my phone to Juice. His eyes widened as I flicked the last of my cigarette down into the ash tray. "My brother is stupid." I muttered. 

"It's been a long time Hay," Juice says, pulling me into a tight hug. I instantly returned it, patting his back before pulling away. My phone started ringing and I pulled it out of Juice's hand, and answered it quickly. 

"Hello?" I asked, raking my hand through my hair - Juice walked out of the office but not before patting his hand on my back. 

"There's ATF agents coming your way, towards Teller - Morrow. I don't think they're for the sons though."  Diamond says and I groan in frustration, running my fingers through my hair. Diamond was one of the strippers in my old gang but she knows I'm on watch lists. 

"Jesus Christ, how far away?" I asked her.

"Five minutes, you might want to get ready." She says before I end the call. 

"Shit," I muttered, "Jesus Christ. You might want to get Clary ready, we've got ATF on the way." I say, and she looks at me surprised.