CHAPTER ONE  // WELCOME HOME

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PRESLEY MUNSON'S HANDS GRIPPED HER STEERING WHEEL TIGHTLY as her hazel eyes stared at the Teller-Morrow automotive sign. It had been years since she last set eyes on the SAMCRO owned automotive shop let alone set foot on it's pavement.

She may have been the daughter to Bobby Munson, a long time member of SAMCRO, but she wasn't raised by the man or around the cub often enough to get the title of SAMCRO's Princess. Her mother had made certain of that using Presley as a sort of leverage against her father if he was late on his child support payments or just felt like being a vindictive bitch.

Nerves formed in the pit of the dark haired woman's stomach as she glanced back at her peacefully sleeping daughter, a small smile forming on her drained face. She had hoped her abrupt appearance didn't cause too much of a headache for her father or anyone else. She hoped her father was happy to see her but mostly she hoped he was happy to meet his granddaughter.

She would have called, but everything happened so quickly. One minute she was in the apartment she shared with her boyfriend and father of her daughter and next thing she knew he was telling her to leave — his new girlfriend was moving in. Sure, it shouldn't have came as a surprise that he would do something so horrible to her and their daughter — Will Graves had been a shitty person once the rose colored glasses broke.

There weren't many options for her after Will kicked her out. Sure, she had a decent amount of money saved — her job payed well. But, she was sick of being in New Mexico and going back to live with her mother wasn't an option either. So, she packed up her and Keely's things and left.

It was a rash decision and one that Presley wouldn't normal make, she was known to make well thought out decisions ever since having Keely. So packing up her car and just driving off in the middle of the night to see her estranged father wasn't like her.

It felt like she had been sitting in her car for hours but only a few minutes had passed. She couldn't find the courage to leave it just yet. There were too many thoughts racing in her mind. The main one being her job.

Presley had gotten into the porn industry a few years ago, and while most people saw her as a girl with daddy issues or just issues in general because of her job, she ignored all of those people who looked down on her. Her job paid better than most people's and it let her provide for her daughter. What did it matter what others thought? Though right now she couldn't help but wonder if her father would be one of those judgmental people. Would he look down on her with disgust?

"Mommy?" Keely's sleepy voice questioned from the backseat. "Where are we?" Her big blue eyes looked out the window with curiosity.

Presley turned around in her seat, looking at her curly haired daughter with a smile. "We're in California. Your grandpa lives here." The dark haired woman spoke gently as she reminded the four year old.

An excited smiled took over the young girl's face at her mother's words. She had never met her grandpa, but she was full of eager excitement to finally meet the man her mother had talked about so much.

"Let's go see him, mommy!" Keely practically bounced up and down in her car seat with her arms outstretched, waiting for Presley to unbuckle her from the confines of her annoying seat.

A small laugh fell from Presley's lips as she shook her head and with a sigh exited her car and quickly unbuckled Keely from her seat and held the excited curly haired girl in her arms.

Presley's feet walked across the pavemented lot, her hazel eyes looking for someone — a familiar face perhaps. She quickly spotted a guy with tan skin, a mohawk, and tattoos on the side of his head. The man was in no way familiar to her, but then again it had been years since she last saw anyone from SAMCRO so even a familiar face could look different to her.

"Hi, I'm looking for Bobby Munson." Presley greeted the man with a smile as she hoisted Keely higher up on her hip.

Juice stared at the dark haired woman in front of him. A look of shock crossed his features for a moment, there was no way Bobby was screwing this chick. She was way too hot an old man like him.

"Uh, I'll go get him." Juice nodded as he stared closely at the woman. She looked familiar to him, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. "Wait here." He added before walking off.

Presley stood there watching him walk off. She had seen the look her gave her and how closely he studied her face. It was apparent he knew exactly who she was. He probably had seen one of her many videos and knew her as Dani California. A nervous feeling filled her stomach as she waited. Maybe this had all been a bad idea.

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JUICE WALKED INTO THE CLUBHOUSE FINDING Bobby sitting at the bar with Tig and Happy. He quickly made his way towards the Elvis impersonator with a grin on his face.

"There's a hot chick outside asking for you." Juice told the older man. "She's got a kid with her."

"Damn Bobby, you knock up some chick?" Tig laughed as he patted Bobby on the shoulder. "You already got child support for Precious that you're behind on." The dark curly haired man reminded as he took a sip from his beer.

"Can't be that hot if she's lookin' for Bobby." Happy teased in his raspy voice causing Tig and Juice to laugh.

"Shut the fuck up." Bobby muttered as he pushed Tig'a hand off of his shoulder. "What's the chicks name?" He asked.

Juice shrugged. "Didn't ask."

"Idiot." Bobby shook his head as he reluctantly got up from the bar stool and made his way outside with Tig, Happy, and Juice all following behind him.

"Holy shit!" Tig exclaimed as they stood outside staring at the dark haired woman a few feet away. "You knocked up Dani California?" He grinned as he looked at a confused Bobby.

"I fucking knew she look familiar!" Juice nodded as he finally put the pieces together. "She's one of the best. Helps me fall asleep every night." He grinned.

"Legendary shit." Happy added as a small grin crossed his face.

Bobby tore his gaze away from the dark haired woman and child. He looked at his brothers with a confused and disgusted expression on his face.

"What the fuck are you talking about? Who is Dani California? That's Presley." He stated matter of factly not at all enjoying the way his brothers were looking at his daughter like she was just another piece of ass. "My daughter." He spoke through clenched teeth before walking towards his waiting daughter.

"Shit." Tig cursed running a hand over his beard.

"Yeah." Juice and Happy agreed before walking back into the clubhouse in shock.

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BOBBY STARED AT HIS DAUGHTER WITH A SMILE ON HIS FACE. The blonde curly haired girl in her arms stared at him with a smile as she held tightly onto Presley. It had been years since he last saw his daughter, and seeing her now felt like a dream. He knew their relationship was strained and he blamed himself. He gave up after a while — became a shitty father.

"Are you okay, kiddo?" Bobby questioned. He could see the exhaustion on her face and the shock of finding out she was some big time porn star was still fresh in his mind, but that could wait until later.

"Not really." Presley shook her head. "A lot has happened dad. I'm sorry for surprising you like this, but I didn't know where else to go."

"It's okay, kiddo. Don't be sorry I'm happy you're here. You're always welcomed here." He assured her, pulling her into an awkward embrace.

"Is this grandpa?" Keely's small voice questioned as she stared up at Bobby.

"Grandpa?" Bobby questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes." Presley nodded a small smile on her face. "Grandpa."

A giggle left Keely's mouth at her mother's confirmation. She finally knew who her grandpa was and nothing was going to stop her from talking the old man's ear off.

"We got a lot to catch up on, huh?" Bobby rubbed a hand over his long beard as he wrapped an arm around his daughter's shoulders.

Presley nodded as she allowed her father to guide her towards the SAMCRO clubhouse. There was many lost years they needed to fill each other on, and hopefully they had the time now, because now she was home.

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AN —
Idk why but i feel like writing first chapters are my Achilles' heel. I feel like they never come out how I expect them to.