JOLIE UNSER'S mother always picked the most infuriating times to call her daughter.

Della Unser had a habit of calling too early or too late, or right in the middle of something important. It was just her thing—something the older woman had done since Jolie was allowed to get her first cell phone.

It didn't matter the Jolie had tried—very matter of factly too, to tell her mother more appropriate times to call or to even text would be better, the matriarch of the Unser family would dismiss her daughter's words with a laugh before ending the call.

But, wasn't that what mothers did? It was normal right? For mothers to bother their oldest daughters with phone calls at annoying times of the day? At least for Jolie Unser it was normal.

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THE MUSIC WAS LOUD AS JOLIE DANCE along to it with some random guy named Chad or maybe it was Brad? She couldn't remember nor did she care to remember. Tonight was about getting drunk with a few of her colleagues from work, not remembering some random guys name.

"Are you from here?" Chad or Brad yelled into her ear over the music.

Jolie shook her head as she kept dancing to the beat. She had to refrain from rolling her eyes at his try of making small talk—they were in a club for fuck sakes. She wasn't here to talk all she wanted was a few free birthday drinks and maybe a one night stand—the latter all depending on her mood.

"Where are you from?" He questioned, placing his hands on her hips.

A groan left her alcohol soaked lips at his question. The club was much too loud for him to have been able to hear the disgust that fell her lips, but even if it hadn't been she didn't care. Jolie hated this bullshit small talk that men tried to do in clubs. It was pointless, and honestly gross.

"My friends. Sorry." Jolie pointed towards the bar where her small group of friends and colleagues were watching her with smirks on their faces.

Jolie quickly removed Chad/Brad's hands from her hips and pushed her way through the crowded dance floor towards the bar.

"Have fun with the frat boy." Siena smirked, handing the dark haired woman a shot once she reached the small group.

Jolie shook her head, her braids moving around her face. "You know guys say all women want is small talk but that's such bullshit." She said before throwing the shot of liquid down her throat.

"At least most of drinks have been free." Brynn pointed out with a shrug.

"Yeah well, turning thirty four is kinda depressing so I think most people just feel bad for me." The Unser woman (semi) joked while pulling her vibrating phone from her back pocket.

A sigh immediately left her lips as her mother's name flashed across her screen. Another one of Della Unser's infuriating perfectly timed phone calls.

"I'll be right back. It's my mom." She rolled her eyes as the group of women nodded, knowing all too well about their friend and her mother's phone calls.

The cool Brooklyn night air hit Jolie the moment she stepped out of the hot club. A few people were hanging around outside—smoking mostly, but it was mostly quiet. Jolie leaned against the cold brick wall before finally picking up her phone.

"Hi mom, what's up?" She questioned, closing her dark eyes and waiting for the daily onslaught from her mother.

Jolie was expecting a happy birthday to quickly fall from her mother's lips. Her father had already called her earlier in the day wishing her a happy birthday and hoping to see her soon, but Della Unser didn't get on phone after her husband and wish her oldest daughter a happy birthday or say her wishes of hoping to see her soon, that wasn't how Della did things. She would do it on her own time—if she did it at all.

"Your father is sick, Jolie."

The phone almost slipped from her hand at her mother's words. It was no secret that Jolie was close with her father, and it had to be bad if her mother was mentioning it.

"How bad?" She quickly questioned, tightening her grab on her phone.

"He needs you to come here." Della said while ignoring Jolie's question. "He can explain everything once you get here." She added in her usual firm tone.

It didn't go unnoticed by Jolie that her mother said her father needed her to come there not the both of them just him. Della would never admit she needed Jolie's help. Especially to Jolie.

"Okay." A deep breath escaped her lips as she nodded at her mother's words even though the older Unser woman couldn't see her. "Uh, I'll be there." She promised, placing a shaky hand on-top of her head.

"Good. Let me know when you land." Della said before ending the phone call without a loving goodbye or a happy birthday.

Jolie stayed standing against that cold brick Brooklyn wall, biting down on her lower lip until she tasted that metallic taste of blood in her mouth.

Della Unser had a habit of calling and ruining her daughter's night.

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AN —
Okay I swear this is my last fic for a loooong time. At least SOA related. Jolie and Della's relationship is going to be so fucking complex and messy. Jolie is going to be your typical oldest daughter sooo fucking tragic. Also I don't know who Jolie is going to go with but like I said I'm leaning towards Tig, but if you have any suggestions let me know! Perhaps a love triangle? Idk.

This story will include sex, gore, violence, etc, and everything SOA includes.