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Andrea walked into the clubhouse. There was food out and the whole Samcro company including old ladies and kids were here. Andrea smiled of course her mother would plan a big homecoming. Gemma knew that her daughter hated these sort of things.

Andy walked over to the bar and sat down next to Piney.

"Hey old man."

"You're the one that aged the most darling. How've you been?"

"Bourbon please." She said looking at the prospect behind the bar.

"That bad huh?" The old man remarked.

"Yeah. You could say my eyes have been opened to the worst aspects of this world. " She sighed

"Clay told us you've been overseas..."

"Stop right there Piney. I don't know what Clay told you, but I don't need to talk about it."

"He just told the club except Jax, Juice and Ope. A lot of us are veterans, even Half-sack here."

Andrea looked up at the prospect raised her glass towards him and downed the alcohol before sliding her glass towards the prospect for another.

She swiveled around in her seat so she could get a better look at who was here. She instantly recognized Tara, Jax's high school sweetheart. What the hell was she doing here? Andy would need to get drunk before trying to figure out whatever the hell that was about. Her eyes lingered some more until she caught Unser's gaze and nodded in his direction. Leaning against the pool table she recognized the man who drove the van to pick her up. It was when she saw the tall skinny brunette hanging on his arm her fists clenched in rage.

"Jax I'm over here." Tara called waving her hand in front of his face.

"Oh shit." He whispered.

As if waiting for this moment, Jax dragged Tara quickly over to his sister in attempts to distract her.

"Hey Andy, you remember Tara?"

Andy gave her brother a stupid look.

"We were in a band together, what do you think?" Andrea spat.

"Right." He replied.

"Look Andrea, I wanted to say I'm sorry that I never told you about leaving, you know...abandoning the band and all...."

This caught Andrea attention.

"I know it was your dream, and I'm sorry if you.."

"Stop. I barely even remember that part of my life. All is forgiven if you help me destroy that tart over there." Andrea said, nodding at the tall brunette at the pool table.

A wicked grin swept across Tara's face.

"Absolutely not." Jax said firmly, glancing between the two ladies.

Andrea downed another bourbon. Emilia Oswald. Spawn of Elliott Oswald and some Hispanic tart he had affair with before meeting a more respectable lady. She was his secretary or something? Nobody knew, nobody cared. Okay well maybe everyone cared about Emilia and that was the problem. In high school Emilia got everything because she was hot and rich. Andrea tried out to be cheer captain and who got the spot? Emilia Oswald. Center forward on the soccer team? Emilia Oswald. Lead role in the school musical? Emilia Oswald. They were rivals and somehow the bitch always landed on top despite being the
second best. It was when Emilia won the election for school president that Andrea had enough. The twat didn't even know what a president was. In order to attain some kind of justice, Andrea hacked into Emilia's computer and found a sex tape the brunette had recorded with their senior year English teacher. She stole the video and created an anonymous webpage showcasing Emilia's whoredom. Andy then created a fake email and sent the video to the entire senior class. Quickly the link spread across the whole school and faculty. Needless to say Emilia confronted Andrea, who denied the allegations until Emilia seduced and slept with Andy's high school boyfriend.

"Andy, listen. She's Juice's old lady now. Clay has been forming a partnership with Oswald."

"I don't give fuck whose old lady she is. I'm the president's daughter. It's time to call in a family favor. Executive order."

Jax grabbed Andy's arm as soon as she stepped toward Juice and his lady.

"You can't stop me Jax. I picked up a few skills in my absence, remember?" She said referring to the beat down of the Irish. Andy pulled her arm out of Jax's grasp and marched straight over to the pool table.

Andrea tapped on the brunette's shoulder and as soon as she saw the whore's smug expression she clocked her right in the face.

"You slimly little bitch... you have no right to be here!"

Shocked Juice quickly stepped in between the girls and Opie ran over to hold back a furious Andrea.

"Ow! Oh my god Juice I think she broke my nose get her out of here." Emilia squealed.

"Jax what the fuck?" Juice nearly yelled when his brother came to step between him and Andrea.

Before he could say anything Andrea began shouting.

"Fuck you whore, I will yank that nasty weave out of your hair and shove it down your throat."

"What is your problem? Are you insane?" Juice shouted.

"Oh honey you have no idea." Andrea nearly laughed. "Now step aside! This cunt and I have unfinished business!"

"Let them fight it out!" Tig cheered from the sidelines.

"You're just jealous because I'm better than you in every possible way. Ask Johnny, I'm sure he'll remind you." Emilia spat still hiding behind Juice.

Andrea looked around at her now captive audience and began to nod in realization.

"That's it I'm going to kill you." She smiled before tearing herself out of Opie's grip, knocking over Jax in the process. She ran at the brunette so hard that both girls fell onto the floor.

"Enough!" Clay shouted just as Andrea raised her fist to punch Emilia's face for the fourth time.

Ope regained himself and pulled Andrea off of the battered brunette. She waved him off signaling her compliance with her father's order.

Juice and Jax helped lift up Emilia who seemed to be barely conscious.

"Tara get your bag and meet us upstairs." Jax commanded.

Tara nodded.

Juice gave Andrea a malicious gaze before carrying his wounded lady upstairs.

"All right, all right get back to the party." Gemma instructed.

"You animal Andy! We sure missed that naughty mouth of yours." Tig exclaimed, positioning his arms out for a hug which Andrea jumped into happily.

"Don't encourage her Uncle Tiggy, she needs to stay outta trouble." Gemma demanded with an eyebrow raised at her daughter.

"I can't believe you let that piece of garbage into the old lady club." Andy spat.

"Hey sweet cheeks watch your tone." Clay said grabbing his daughter's chin firmly.

"Listen to me. Juice likes Emilia, and until he decides to be done with her, she sticks around. Got it?" He nearly whispered.

"Fine. But don't expect me to be cordial." Andrea shrugged.

"Wouldn't dream off it." Clay smirked.
She got her stubbornness from him.

She wrapped an arm around Tig's neck.
"Let's party!" She shouted.

Samcro cheered in agreement.