Warning: mentions death of a child

Description: Tig's daughter shows up on the lot and instantly piques Opie's interest.

Opie's POV:

I was in the office looking over the paperwork making sure Gemma had gotten everything that I'd done on the car when a blue Jeep pulled into the lot. I didn't think much of it until the woman stepped out and Tig immediately ran over to her.

"Who's the girl?" I asked. Gemma looked up and smiled.

"That would be the only one of Tig's girls I like," she said with a smile. "Dawn and Fawn have a younger sister."

I nodded as I watched her interact with her father.

"She's single. Great with kids. A tattoo artist," Gemma said.

"Alright Ma," I said. "Didn't ask for her life story."

I sat the paperwork down and walked over to the clubhouse.

(Y/N)'s POV:

I pulled into the TM lot and instantly my Dad ran over and pulled me into a hug.

"Hey baby," he said. "Love the new hair."

I laughed slightly. "Hair holds trauma. I needed a change."

He just nodded. I'd lost my son in a car accident a few months ago. He'd been with his father and both of them were killed by a drunk driver. I never imagined I'd have to bury my five year old, and everyday seems to get harder.

Luckily my Dad convinced me to move in with him and get out of LA.

"Lets go grab a drink," my father said, leading me to the bar in the clubhouse.

"It's 2:00 pm," I said. "And I gave up drinking."

"Okay," he said. He led me inside anyways and got me a bottle of water.

As we were talking, a tall man wearing a kutte and a beanie walked in.

"Ope, meet (Y/N), the sanest of my kids," He said by way of introduction.

"It's nice to meet you," I said softly.

"Are you actually sane? Didn't know Tig had that in him."

I smirked a little. "Sanest. Not sane. There's a difference."

He just nodded as the prospect behind the bar grabbed him a beer.

"You moving to Charming?" He asked.

"Yeah," I said. "Needed a change of pace after LA."

"I bet," he said. "This town may just bore you to death though."

"That is fine by me," I said. My father was on edge watching us interact.

"I've gotta go get my kids from my mom's place but I'll see ya around," he said. "It was nice to meet you."

"Nice to meet you too Ope," I said and he left, leaving the untouched beer on the countertop.

"What's his story?" I asked. My father just shook his head.

"Dad's original nine. Lost his wife about a year ago. Car accident."

I turned and smiled at the blonde who'd spoken to me. "Hey Jax."

"How's my little sis doing?"

"I've been better," I said. He came over and hugged me tightly. He'd adopted me as his sister when I first met him probably six or seven years ago.

"I bet. You got a studio yet?"

"Nope. Funerals damn near broke me," I said.

He nodded and Tig was grinning ear to ear. "You're in luck baby."

"Why?" I looked between my father and adoptive brother and was instantly terrified.

"Sons are trying to get into more legit business. We have the space on Main Street. You can operate the studio. Just gotta let Hap tattoo there."

"Aw did Mr. Grumpy-toes get sick of working on cars?" I asked. Hap and I had a good relationship. My dad had him checking in on me when I was living in LA.

"Watch it little girl," his voice carried from the doorway.

I ran over and hugged him before returning to thank my father and brother for the studio.

"Hey, I gave Ope your number," Jax said. "He was interested to say the least."

"The feeling is mutual."

"No, you're not dating a Son," my father said. I turned to glare at him.

"The options in Charming are Sons or AB," I said. He pouted but knew it was true.