1 [1] Death

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My original name was Shane T. An early 20's something, obsessed with reading fanfictions from anime to TV shows, even movies and works of literature; I read anything that interested me, even falling into the endless abyss that are cultivation novels.

When Covid 19 hit, I lost my job and was forced into quarantine and became an introvert, by circumstance.

Wasting away my days watching TV shows, reading ffs and trying to write my own ffs, novellas and novels with little success.

During that time I found that I craved social interactions with other people less and less.

It got to the point where when the lockdown was over I would still stay inside and avoid people, since I'd rather not interact with anyone unless I absolutely had to.

The only reason I went out was to earn some money to keep being able to stream/read, and to help out my family if needed.

Doing a little bit of Facebook stalking, I came to find out that everyone was basically the same as before the lockdown if not worse.

Except for a few people, finding that almost all people my age were still immature and unable to perceive a future outside of high school, even though we'd already graduated 4-5 years earlier, and were still slowly killing themselves by doing/selling drugs and partying every night.

Even though I knew it wasn't true, sometimes, I'd think and feel that they'd become inferior to me.

Since, I knew the truth that it wasn't long ago that I was just the same as them partying away, acting irresponsible until I got jammed up with the law one too many times and had to change.

So I didn't judge them too harshly, in fact even felt worried for some of them as we'd been close before my antisocial disposition became so pronounced.

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Chapter 1

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"Haa." I sighed as I ran my hands through my hair before roughly ruffling my hair, and got out of the tractor. as I felt my thoughts growing dark playing different scenarios out in my head while also wondering things that I could never voice out loud; since if I did people would send me to the mental ward and put me on all sorts of drugs if I did.

Deciding to drown out my thoughts and my surroundings with what most people refer to as "slit your wrists music" playing at full volume in my ears.

Closing my eyes feeling the soft dirt of the field I'd just plowed beneath my sneakers, the cold breeze licking my skin feeling wonderful against my dirt-caked sweaty skin, while the early spring rays from the sun shone on me and my surroundings.

Suddenly I felt a very strong cold wind along with a spray of cold rain water hit me, opening my eyes.

I saw thick black thunderclouds above my head on a previously cloudless sunny day.

"Ohh Come On…Fuck Me ! ! !" I whispered as I watched a massive lightning bolt launch down from the clouds, time seemed to slow down before my entire world went white.

I found myself laying on a bed inside of an all white, in one corner of the room there was a desk and a chair like everything else in the room they were white, a computer rested in the center of the desk.

The computer was the only thing not white in the room.

Having my curiosity peaked, I stood up from the bed and walked over to the desk with the intention to use the computer and find out where I am.

Pulling the chair out from underneath the desk before sitting in it and pulling myself closer to the desk.

"So Mr.Computer in this strange white place that seems like the afterlife…Where am I?" I asked the intimate object as I pressed the power button that made the thing whirr to life.

[Please select your world] (Can choose up to two.)

-Sons of Anarchy

-Fast and furious

-Teenage mutant ninja turtles

-The vampire diaries

-Shameless

-Twilight

"What is this?" I whispered softly as once the laptop computer powered up it asked me to select a world and then gave me a few worlds to pick from.

'Shameless, Fast & Furious or Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles…shit that's a really tough decision.' I thought to myself, taking a few minutes before finally selecting the world of Sons of Anarchy and Fast and Furious.

Once I made my choice of world I was brought to another screen that asked me to select two cheats.

[Please select your two cheats]

-Instant mastery

-Blood manipulation

-Grand Theft Auto System

-Mind Control

-Rift Opening

-Harry Potter Magic

-The Spotted Dimension

-Sign in System

-Wolverine's Healing Factor

-The Charms of Bezel

-Archamada Book of Magic

I picked the sign in system and Wolverine's healing factor.

After selecting my choices, my head started pounding and my vision became blurry..before I was struck with the strong smell of a bunch of dudes in tight quarters, as memories of my new/current self's life poured into my brain.

'So the predecessor's name is Vincent and his father is part owner of Teller-Morrow and Keller Auto, and a founding member of SAMCRO along with Piney and John Teller. And I'm in prison. My former cellmate is none other than Dominic Toretto. I'm currently imprisoned in Lompoc Federal Penitentiary, and my release date is later today. Dom got out a few years ago.' I thought to myself while processing all the information I was getting, finding out that I was best friends with Jax Teller, Opie (Harry Winston) and am a member of SAMCRO and have been since forever.

"Huh, I was really reincarnated, in a mix of the fast and furious universe and the FX-verse." I whispered to myself as I got off of my bunk that had been my home since 1991, standing in front of the small mirror bolted to the wall looking at myself in the reflection.

Admiring myself as I ran my hands along my body, before looking downwards seeing and feeling my new body that felt like it should belong to an elite MMA fighter, that was well endowed.

Seeing as I was only wearing the pants of the prisoner uniform my sturdy eight pack abs were on full display, and my full six foot two height, broad shoulders, cut an intimidating figure.

My face was mostly hidden under long curly black hair with natural copper highlights, and thick curly facial hair of the same color, my hair reached my shoulder blades while my beard reached to below my collar bone.

Pulling back my hair, grabbing a scrunchie and putting my hair back, allowing me to see my face.

A face that looked like mine, my eyes, my nose but with the fat gone I had to admit I looked a bit like Dylan O'Brien, except for being taller and with broader shoulders, and all around better looking, my eyes were a hazel that are a dark green, but also had a honey gold color to them with a sunburst around the retina with a dark gray ring containing all of that color.

"Damn I look good." I muttered to myself as I pulled on the waistband of my pants and nodded appreciatively.

A guard came up to my cell door making me look over at him.

"Keller, it's time for your release." The guard said calmly he was one of the ones SAMCRO paid to keep my life as easy and safe as it could be in this jungle.

"Bout, fuckin time." I said in response to him, as even though technically…I'd only been here a few minutes I had the memories and experience of being here for ten years.

"Stop, walk." I heard repeatedly dotted with the sounds of magnetic locks unlocking and relocking.

"Here are your possessions, one leather vest, one leather jacket, one pair of ripped jeans, one wallet with a chain, one black leather belt, one set of black leather boots, one t-shirt, one thousand seven hundred dollars and thirty six cents, one Nokia cellphone." A desk guard said as he took my possessions out of a box that were bagged in evidence baggies, the money was off by nearly eight grand.

I didn't bother bringing up the money as they would act like they didn't know anything and I was lucky I was getting anything back to begin with.

"Can I use the restroom to get changed?" I asked the desk jockey who nodded and motioned for a door guard to walk me to the bathroom to open the door to the restroom.

Kicking off the prison shoes, taking off the prison uniform opening the plastic evidence bag pulling on my jeans, then boots before pulling on my boots and pulling my shirt over my head, before putting on my leather jacket and my cut on over top of it before putting my money in my wallet and hooking the chain to my jeans.

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Walking out of the bathroom and heading to the exit still under guard escort, just in case I experienced some psychotic break and did something stupid so I wouldn't have to leave prison.

Walking through four gates into the parking lot finding it…empty, no one from SAMCRO, no street racer pal nothing.

'Seems like I got nobody.' I thought to myself as I looked back at the prison wishing I had called for a cab before leaving.

[Ding: please sign in to the sign in system.]

I raised an eyebrow at the notification.

'Sign in…I guess.' I thought to myself as suddenly a confirmation appeared and I received a notification.

[1 crate of AK-47's, deposited into inventory]

[Only items given by the system can be stored in the inventory.]

I started walking down the road seeing warehouses and such in the surrounding areas, but nowhere I could go to make a phone call, as it seems phone booths are already gone.

"Fuck." I grunted when suddenly a Cadillac sport coupe pulled up in front of me and Gemma Teller Morrow got out of the car and hugged me.

"Hey aunt Gemma." I found myself saying as I hugged the sexy milf that looked like a slightly younger version of the actress Katey Sagal that played the character in SOA.

Memories of her practically raising me after my mother ran off with some rich investment banker as my father was too busy with club business and banging young tight pussy to raise me.

"Honey, look at you." Gemma said as she did her best not to cry as her hands roam over my body before cupping my hairy face.

"I know, I need a haircut." I joked with a smile as my eyes started to sting as I leaned in and planted a kiss on the woman's cheek.

"Haha, yes you do…but look at you I can't believe how much you've grown." Gemma said as I'd gone into prison at sixteen and spent ten years of my life on the inside, Gemma visited every now and then but I refused visits.

"Ten years does that to a guy." I said softly as Gemma hugged me again and I felt myself starting to grow hard.

"Ha-Haha, sorry." I said soft while Gemma winked at me.

"Don't be honey, you've been in for a long time…it's flattering to know I can still get a young stud hard." Gemma replied to me while smirking at me before standing up on her toes and kissing my cheek.

"You're gorgeous Gemma, if you weren't married, I'd definitely make a play for you." I teased honestly, making the mature woman laugh softly.

"Haha, still such a flirt…I'm glad prison didn't make you gay honey." Gemma said softly before shoeing me to the car once inside I found the Cadillac quite comfy and wanted one for myself.

Soon Gemma was in the car and pulling down my fly I grabbed her hand.

"What are you doing?" I asked because you didn't fuck with someone's old lady not even if they started it.

"Giving you some relief until we get back to the club." Gemma said softly as she slid her hand into my pants wrapping around my semi-erect cock which instantly made it rock hard.

"Fff-uhh-ck." I groaned as Gemma started pumping her hand up and down my length which was a little challenging even with my loose oversized jeans.

"You've got such a nice thick long cock baby." Gemma whispered to me as she started driving, pulling my cock free of my jeans stroking me off in the open.

"So much better than my own hand."I groaned as Gemma seemed to take that as praise before pulling her hand off my cock spitting on it and then starting to stroke me off again.

"Mmm." Gemma moaned softly before pulling the car over into a tow truck turn around and parking her Cadillac before leaning over and wrapping her lips around my cock.

"Fff-uhh-ck." I moaned as Gemma's tongue swirled the tip of my cock, and her lips formed a tight seal around my cock, as her hand continued to massage the base of my shaft, while she worked her mouth on the upper part of my cock, concentrating her attention on the tip and the area around it.

"Fuck I'm cumming, Clay's gonna kill me." I grunted as I started unloading years of built up cum in my balls into her mouth that she gulped down, with the grace and skill of an experienced woman.

Gemma released my cock from her warm wet, heavenly mouth with a pop as she sat back gasping for a bit of fresh air.

'Damn, baby so much." Gemma said as she wiped up the spunk that had stained her lips and chin along with the few doleps that dropped onto her breasts.

"And don't worry about Clay, he won't touch you, not after what you did for him, the club and Jax." Gemma told me as she gently put my cock back into my pants before lifting up the center console using a bit of hand sanitizer, and a baby wipe to make sure she was cleaned up properly.

"Thank you for that…it was the best I've ever had." I thanked her and complimented her, making the older woman smile at me before rolling down her window and throwing the wipe out and putting the car back in gear and pulling back onto the road heading towards Charming California.

"You're welcome honey, once we get back to the club there will be some sweet butts for you to use." Gemma told me while giving me a gentle smile as my cock was still semi-hard as I looked at her breasts.

"Yeah…" I replied while trailing off.

"You're coming back to the club aren't you?" Gemma asked me, her voice growing worried.

"Of course I am aunt Gemma." I replied softly before sighing.

"But there are some things I want to do more than fuck some club bunnies, like eat some food that isn't slop or tastes like shit…and cruise down some blacktop behind the wheel or handlebars, maybe watch a new movie. I don't know, I just don't feel like going back to the club on my first day out…to party and get shit faced." I replied to Gemma which made her grab my hand and make small circles with her thumb on the back of my hand.

"I understand, but the club…you need to go there so your loyalty and commitment to the club doesn't come into question." Gemma said softly and cautiously.

I felt a snap of rage.

"I spent fucking ten years in prison for the club and my loyalty, my commitment will be in question because I'd rather not get drunk and fuck some whores." I growled at Gemma and smashed my arm through the passenger side window.

"Not to me." She said softly while squeezing my hand more tightly.

"Sorry, about the window." I said soft while holding my arm out the window letting my hand surf on the wind like a kid.

"It's okay, it's just a window…but I expect you to fix it before dark." Gemma said to me as she brought my hand up to her face and pressed her lips against my knuckles.

"Haha, I will…" I said softly while trailing off as I pulled my hand back and ran it through my hair.

"Maybe I should go Nomad." I finally said making Gemma take her foot off the accelerator.

"T-that is a big decision, one you should think over before making, especially after just getting out." Gemma said to me unable to keep the stutter from her mouth at first replying to me.

"I know…it's just a random thought I've had for awhile now, I got a friend in L.A. that is a street racer and a truck jacker, we were cell mates I've got an open invitation to run with his crew…could be profitable for the club." I told her letting it show that the club, my family was always my first priority.

We rode the rest of the way without sharing another word as I listened to newer rock music on the radio.

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"This place hasn't changed much, still an inbred backwater." I said as we rolled through the town of Charming which made Gemma laugh and smack me playfully.

"Watch it young man, that's my home you're talking about, your home too." Gemma said to me as we started pulling into the gated yard of the garage and clubhouse, seeing throngs of my brother's in their cuts waiting to welcome me "home".

"My home…is a six by eight cell, this is just a temporary stop, on a long vacation." I told her jokingly though a part of me wondered if it was true, and I just didn't know it yet.

Getting out of the car almost immediately being hugged by Jax Teller/Charlie Hunnam.

"Welcome home brother." Jax said to me and it almost sounded like he was crying, and I felt a lump in my throat and my own eyes stinging as Jax was the only one who came to see me every visitation day and wouldn't take no for an answer.

After Jax let me go, Opie Winston/Ryan Hurst, hugged me quickly but didn't say anything, just released me and clapped his hand down onto my shoulder.

Then Clay Morrow came over and gave me a hug.

"Welcome home son." Clay said before kissing my cheek and then letting me go before the whole chapter came over to hug me and welcome me home.

"Where's the old man?" I asked Jax while taking the beer he offered to me.

"Buried in some barely…maybe legal teen somewhere." Jax replied to me while letting out a sigh.

"Was he excommunicated?" I asked, feeling cold flowing through my veins.

"Yeah…I wanted to kill him, but the club put it to a vote…I'm sorry brother." Jax said to me while looking me in the eyes.

"It's fine, I'll handle it." I told Jax as I couldn't believe the club didn't take his head for being a traitor and almost killing both Jax and Clay.

"I know he's a fucking rat, but he's still your father man." Opie said to me as he came over to stand next to me and Jaz.

I crushed the beer bottle in my hand before walking into the clubhouse to get a towel.

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"So how is he?" Clay asked while sitting at the redwood table with Gemma sitting on his lap.

"His mind is elsewhere, he wants to be on the road, even mentioned becoming a nomad." Gemma told Clay with a sigh as she pressed her forehead against the side of Clay's head.

"We need him here, things with the Mayans and the Niners are picking up again. It won't be long before we're dragged into things we need his skills, and loyalty." Clay said as his hand slid to Gemma's ass.

"You think I don't know that without him you and Jax would be in prison or dead!" Gemma snapped.

"I know my love." Clay replied back to her with a raspy voice.

"Shit, he found out!" Gemma said as she saw Vince enter the club with a bloody hand.

"I'll handle it." Clay said as he patted Gemma's ass in signal to get up.

"You should have handled it by killing that piece of fuckin shit." Gemma said calmly as she watched Vince from the office as he grabbed a clean towel from behind the bar and went down the hall to his room in the clubhouse.

"I said I'll handle it!" Clay shouted and then immediately regretted it as Gemma gave him a look.

"I'll handle it." Gemma told him and Clay nodded in defeat.

"How'd you like blowing him?" Clay asked and Gemma sent a smirk over her shoulder.

"Loved it, wouldn't mind doing some more with him either." Gemma replied, shooting her husband a smirk before blowing him a kiss.

"Haha." Clay laughed before grabbing Gemma around the waist and kissing her.

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Watching as pieces of glass that were stuck in my skin were being pushed out and thumping against the carpeted floor.

"So cool." I whispered softly as I heard a knock on the door to my room in the clubhouse, wrapping the towel tightly around my hand.

"I'm coming in Vince." I heard Gemma say from the other side of the door.

"I'm fine." I told her but the door opened anyway and in came Gemma.

"I should have gave you a heads up." Gemma said softly as she shut the door behind her and came over and tried to remove the towel from my hand but I pulled it away from her.

"Well you did give me head so I figure we're even." I joked softly making Gemma laugh and sat down next to me as she rested her head against my shoulder.

"What does he have on Clay that he let him go?" I asked softly, making Gemma tense up before she relaxed.

"Blackmail, from the creation of SAMCRO to your imprisonment. He made records of everything and gave them to lawyers' post offices in dead drops, we can't move on him." Gemma told me and I found myself laying on my back pulling Gemma with me.

'Its illogical for me to be so attached to these people…at least it should be but the feelings, the memories of my predecessor…of a different version of myself and just as real and intense as my past life and as a person who was ruled by his emotions.' I thought to myself trying to make sense of my new reality.

"So you're here to stop me from going and killing him myself." I said and Gemma nodded to me in response.

"Would it be too much to ask for another bj?" I asked Gemma jokingly.

"There's something else…Melissa she hooked up with some Nord and ended up hooked on crank and became a whore." Gemma told me about my ex girlfriend before I got locked up.

"So?" I replied to her as I couldn't bring myself to care about some junky whore my predecessor was in love with.

"I…just thought you'd want to know, now will you let me look at that hand?" Gemma replied to me sounding surprised aty not caring over Melissa before asking in a maternal tone about looking at my hand.

"It's fine, just a small cut, it's already stopped bleeding." I told her calmly as I stood up and moved over to the closet and dresser where there were some clean clothes to wear.

"What are you doing?" Gemma asked me as she sat up and watched me start kicking off my clothes.

"Grabbing a shower where I don't have to watch my back or follow a clock." I replied to her as I took off my cut, laying it down on my dresser neatly, my jacket was thrown onto a chair before I took off my shirt, throwing it into the hamper in the corner.

"You enjoying the show?" I asked Gemma as I turned around and unhooked my belt.

"It's nothing I haven't seen before." Gemma replied to me as my hand moved to my button.

"Haha, really you see this often?" I asked jokingly as I motioned to my abs and muscles.

'Maybe in my dreams.' Gemma thought to herself as she admired the view.

"I better go and join the party." Gemma said as she languidly got off of the bed before walking over and hugging me once more pressing her ear over my heart.

"I'm really happy you came home to us Vincent, the years without you here have been hard on all of us." Gemma said softly before pulling away and placing a kiss on my cheek.

"Now I'm gonna send you one of Luann's new girls…I think her name is Lyla, pretty little blonde thing with the girl next door thing going on." Gemma told me before taking a few steps away and smacking my ass and leaving my apartment at the clubhouse.

"Haa, crazy old bat." I jokingly signed while kicking off my jeans and walking into the bathroom to shower.