Chapter 2
|January 4th, 1997|
Elena Neve 'Lena' Trager was a beautiful young woman of average height with a lithe hourglass build, delicate defined features, flawless neutral-ivory skin, dark-brown silky mid-back length spiral curls, sharp-oval dark-blue eyes, and neutral-rose heart-shaped lips.
She wore tight black leather trousers and a sleeveless AC/DC shirt over a pair of black boyshorts and a matching bandeau bra with black three-inch wedge-heel ankle-boots. Her hair was weaved into a five-strand plait secured with a matte-black clasp.
Her arms were crossed over her chest while she leant back against her matte black '96 Softail with her thin zip-up was thrown over the saddlebags. Lena kept her eyes on the silver rings she was twirling around her fingers while lost in thought.
Elena was sixteen years old and all around a good young woman. She volunteered at her old schools and town events, never missed a day of school, started college classes and got a part-time job the summer before her freshman year of high school, and graduated high school two and a half years early.
But she was her father's daughter and that was all her mother could see. She saw the mechanic job and certifications and college classes, the leather bottoms and band shirts... the motorcycle was the last straw for the woman.
"Elena?" A familiar male voice asked causing the teenage girl to look up and meet eyes that matched her own. Alexander 'Tig' Trager would admit that he wasn't the best father and could be considered more than absent in his daughters' lives, but he tried his best to keep updated on their lives and talk to them over the phone.
Here was his eldest child, just sixteen years old, looking so much like him with tears in her eyes. He took in the beautiful motorcycle and sleeveless band shirt with leather pants trying to figure out when his little girl had grown up and how he had allowed himself to miss it. He thought back to all of their phone calls trying to figure out when his little genius with perfect grades and a good heart became a leather wearing, motorcycle riding, woman.
"Hey, Dad." She said softly and he just pulled her into his arms, holding her tight while rubbing her back softly. In that moment, she felt like a child, safe and loved, like nothing in the world could hurt her as long as she was in his arms. She knew it wasn't true, that no one was ever truly safe, but for once she ignored her head and allowed herself to feel safe and loved for the first time in so long.
"It's okay, baby girl, everything's gonna be just fine." He whispered assuringly and a few tears fell from her eyes.
It was hard to remember that she wasn't alone when so often that was exactly what she was. As he let her go, she promised to live in the present now that the hard part was over. Not that she was naive enough to believe there wouldn't be danger and hurt and risk in the future because she knew exactly how dangerous the future would be.
"Ready to meet the guys?" He asked watching her tie her sweater around her waist and grab the saddlebags off her bike. He took them from her not at all surprised by the weight, only that she didn't struggle the least under it.
"Sure." Elena said tucking a loose curl behind her left ear, revealing nine piercings with four studs in the lobe and low helix and five small hoops in mid and upper helix. "Are you sure they won't mind having a girl invading their space?"
"I'm sure they won't mind at all." Tig grumbled not wanting to see his brothers flirt with his daughter. He was just glad she didn't dress like a crow and that they would respect her as his child. Elena just grinned at his grumbling while they walked into the building with the club emblem painted on the wall and a fighting ring near the entrance.
"This her?" A woman with blue eyes and caramel brown hair asked strutting over in beautiful heels. "Hey, Darlin', I'm Gemma Teller-Morrow."
"Lena." She said shaking the woman's hand with mixed feelings. On one hand it was implied that she and her new husband were responsible for the death of her old husband, and it was seen that she had killed her son's wife. On the other hand, she knew that this woman cared about her family above everything else and did what she thought was needed to protect them even from themselves.
"That Clay Morrow and Piney Winston. First Nine, President and Vice President. Gemma is Clay's Old Lady." Tig said gesturing to the two men who waved. "Opie Winston and Jax Teller. They're both legacies of the First Nine." Jax waved his bear in greeting while Opie offered a smile and a wave. "Finally, we have Bobby Munson and Happy Lowman."
"Want a beer, sweetheart?" Gemma asked and all eyes went to Elena. Tig had a mixed look on his face, not sure if he wanted his daughter to say yes or no.
"Got anything good?" Elena asked walking over and leaning on the bar between Jax and Opie. She eyed the stock and grinned. "I'll take a lemonade."
Gemma pulled out one of her special hard lemonades and passed it to the girl with an approving look. "Nice choice." She said causing tension to leave the room.
"Don't like the hard stuff?" Jax asked taking a drink of his Burbon. Elena sighed and eyed him, figuring it hasn't been long since his girlfriend left as he was drowning his sorrows in a half-empty bottle.
"I drink for the flavor, not to get drunk." Elena told him taking a long sip. "But if you want to explain to my dad that you got his sixteen-year-old daughter drunk on her first night in town, feel free, he's right there."
Jax eyed Tig for a moment before grinning at the new girl and pointing his bottle at her. "I like you." He said with a slight slur to his words. "We're gonna be best friends."
"What about me?" Opie asked with a grin, giving her a thankful look for humoring his drunk friend.
"You're not a hot girl." Jax said accusingly while pointing his bottle at his best friend like it was the greatest of betrayals. "She's wearing leather pants and a shirt I can see her bra from at any angle."
Both boys looked at her and she smiled feeling mischievous. "I also wear bikini's and short shorts and sometimes no shirt at all." She said shamelessly.
"She wins." Opie stated dryly while sipping his beer. "No one can beat that."
"I'm sure a naked me could." Elena told them before strutting away to sit with her father as they watched her go.
"She's mine." Jax told Opie as they watched her go.