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Levi"SchoolBoy" Janowitz

"Yea...so I couldn't cut it there, now I'm here....guess it's in my blood."

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a character in “The Sons: Vice & Virtue”, originally authored by TheCrimsonLady, as played by RolePlayGateway

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{ Q U O T E }

"And I know it's wrong, and I know it's right, Even if I try to win the fight, my heart would overrule my mind. And I'm not strong enough to stay away"
-Doug Robb, Apocalyptica


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Not Strong Enough ft Doug Robb| Apocalyptica

The Good Life| Three Days Grace



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Name: Levi Jackson Janowitz
Nickname: SchoolBoy, Pretty Boy
Position:Prospect
GenderMale
Age:25
Height:6'2
Description:Levi is a handsome man, something he isn't a huge fan of being pointed out. He looks a lot like his mother, to whom was very pretty, He is tall, with an athletic build, he keeps his dark chestnut hair long, and that falls down in messy curls and waves. He can be often found in an old pair of jeans, and tee fixing a bike, or reading a book, dressed smartly




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Likes:
Music
Fixing Things
Reading
Learning something new
His Bike -He's a biker, at heart, Harley Street 750
Dislikes:
Being Called Pretty
Being Reminded of who his grandfather is
Being Looked down on because of his schooling
Strengths:
Intelligence, Levi is smart, very smart, even when he was in school, he was the smartest is in class, so he's quite skilled with his words.
Weaknesses:
Oddly enough, He doesn't do well with being teased, it's childish, but he's never been good with that sort of thing, it just pisses him off and it tends to land him in many a fit fight
Personality:.
Levi is an introvert by anyone standards, he doesn't do well with large groups, and does even worse when he is scrutinized, why he would join the Club boggles many a mind. He is quiet and reserved, and broods more often then not but with some convincing he can be talked into a party or something like that. Thoughtful and Wise, Levi is a deep thinker, always had be, as a child, for instance, while the other kids played like superheroes, he was the one sitting there, trying to figure out how superpowers would even work. He was always curious, and wondered about things, and that wonder made him want to learn more, and more, resulting in being brighter then anyone else he knew and that hasn't changed, even now he can often be found in his own head, contemplating his next move, for whatever the situation may be. Critical and Clever, He may be a man of little words, but he will let his opinion known if he finds it to be critical to the circumstances at hand. He thinks things through, a million times if he has to, to make sure he has covered all the bases, leaving little room for error. Violent, Levi doesn't do well with teasing, he was always this way, even as a child, he lets things build and build, until he can't hold it in anymore, and he'll lose it. That being said, it takes a lot for him to get angry, he'll hold it in, as best he can, but that's not always a good thing. Kind and Considerate, Levi grew up with a single mother, who had boyfriend after boyfriend, he always saw how some would treat her, decently enough, and others would hardly treat her at all. He hated how some of them would treat her like shit, and he was left to clean up the aftermath. Even in the Club, some members would slap a woman on the ass or something to show that he cared little for how she felt, and while the woman that hung around the club weren't really the type of women that warrant such respect, he does it anyway. He loved his mother, even though she was that type of woman, and always promised himself, that he would never leave a woman the way his father had, with a kid, alone, fending for them both, that, if he ever made the mistake of getting her pregnant, he would be there, no matter what, so he went through life, with that mindset on women, he would be kind and considerate.
Quirks and Habits:
Arching his eyebrow, he often arching his eyebrow when he finds something amusing, added with a slight cock of his head.
Sighing, sometimes he can find his brother, and his coven members exhausting, and often he sighs in response.
Pursing his lips, He is an honest person, but often he has times where he doesn't want to speak the truth, so he rather not speak at all, and instead, he'll purse his lips, and to anyone that truly knows him, they knew he doesn't want to lie, but he's not going answer the question either.





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History:Life as a child with a single mother is never easy, especially when she brings home men of all shape sizes and attitude types. Some were decent enough, those were the ones who only wanted sex, some even pretended to like you, but again, only for sex, and some, didn't give a single fuck about him or her, and wanted sex and a place to crash. One would think that was the worst of it but now, add in that your smarter then half of the adults around you, and your grandfather was a badasss biker, in a very infamous biker gang, who killed three ATF Agents and is in prison for life.

That is the life of Levi Janowitz, the grandson of Lenny Janowitz.

He was never interested in the life, but it was in his blood.

Levi worked hard to stay away from the life, he did, he stayed in school while his teen aged friends started working, he had decent summer jobs, fixing bikes, and babysitting kids, while boys his ages were running guns and selling drugs, he was saving up for college with the hopes that he would leave the life behind and take his mother with him and he had. He earned a full academic scholarship, to a University, and had nearly finished when he realize that he would never be 'legit'.

It began his freshmen year, there he was a hick, a pretty one, all the girls like, but he was a hick, a redneck even though he wasn't, people assumed he was an idiot, but he wasn't and he was often bullied for it, yes, even in college, even his professors thought he cheated, or would cheat, he was hardly trusted. He pushed through it, even made a few friends, but he knew he'd never fit. It was his last year, and finally it took it's toll, he got into a fight with a fratboy, after his girlfriend was talking him up at a party he hadn't even wanted to go to, he thought it was over when he damn near broke the guys jaw with a bottle, but to make matters worse, the fratboy's father was a cop, and someone who knew of his people all too well. They tried to make a case of it, pressing charges, they said that Levi had been approaching the guy's girlfriend, and that, she wanted nothing to do with him, the fratboy told him to back off and things escalated from there. Thankfully, there were cameras in the area that proved, Levi was only defending himself. The stress of it, dropped his grades and that was enough for him, Levi dropped out, and decided, he needed to go back home, to where people knew him, trusted him. He wasn't going to get a real job, not with his record, and decided he'd try his hand at the family business, maybe he'd fair better with his own kind....

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Levi"SchoolBoy" Janowitz's Story

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Stevie had officially been clean off drugs for three months. Keyword, had. Three months was the longest she'd been clean since her addiction had started. She'd spent the entirety of the day at her childhood home, cleaning up after her worthless mother, who spent the better part of her day passed out on the couch. She'd then proceed to wake up to a clean house only to accuse her own daughter of stealing money, she'd forgotten she'd used for drugs. Stevie still wasn't quite sure why she wasted her time trying to help her mother, who told her every time she saw her how she hated her and she'd ruined her life.

It took a toll on the young blonde, she'd gone to the bar and gone upstairs to her small apartment above the bar to get ready for her shift. She'd catch herself itching her skin, because just under the surface she felt that nagging need to take the pain away the best way she knew how. no one could make her feel lower than her mother, she knew she shouldn't care what she had to say, but she did. She always felt like she needed approval, the approval her father and brother use to give her. She couldn't stop the pain, it just kept growing and the loneliness was closing in around her. Until, she finally dialed the number of her dealer.

She felt guilty the moment she hung up the phone, but she needed a hit to get her through her shift. SAMCRO was having yet another one of their notorious parties. She enjoyed them and it was unfortunate she'd be working during this one, but she was also grateful that her mind and body would be preoccupied with something a bit productive.

By the time she got dressed; tight red leather crop top, skin hugging black shorts that let her ass hang out, and her expensive black high heel boots. Her body was craving drugs. Her long blonde hair was curled and pulled into a high ponytail, the right amount of skin and cleavage showing in all the right places. She slipped down the stairs careful to stay out of sight, before her shift. Her eyes did a quick scan of the bar and she spotted Ryker walking into the bar, looking as rough and handsome as ever as he made his way to the bar making her smirk. Other then that though, she didn't take time to try and look for anyone else as she disappeared out the back door.

Behind the bar, it was dark and probably not where a girl that looked like her, should be hanging out alone. She lend against the wall lighting herself a cigarette as she waited for her dealer. She spotted him, a wicked smirk on her red painted lips. He was covered in tattoos and he couldn't be any older then twenty-three. He was a punk ass, who Baby only did business with, because he had absolutely no connection with SAMCRO, so there was no chance of them finding out about her dirty little secret.

"You look good shorty." he said with a smirk stopping a little to close for Stevie's comfort but she ignored his closeness as she pulled a few hundred dollar bills from her bra and handed them to him, in return he passed her a small baggie full of coke. "You wanna ditch this party baby girl and I'll take you back to my place?" he insisted

She took a step back and he took one forward, until he had her back against the wall. She tried to ignore him as she dipped her finger into the bag of coke, before rubbing it on her gums, trying to get instant gratification. She hadn't been paying attention and so she was taken by surprise when he forcibly pinned her against the wall causing her cigarette and the bag of coke to fall to the pavement below. "I'm talking to you." he spat grabbing her jaw and forcing her to look at him, before kissing her roughly and she shoved him away.

"Fuck off Danny." she spat which only seemed to piss him off and he reacted by slapping her hard across the face and backing her into the wall once again. He wrapped one hand around her throat while his other hand started to undo her shorts.

More then anything she didnt want to cause a seen. She just wanted to feel numb. She'd slept with Danny once or twice before and he made her feel exactly what she wanted numb. Maybe thats why she wasnt fighting all the hard because she figured on some sick twisted way, maybe she deserved it.
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Hugh was first of many to get to Samcro. He wasn't one for showing up to these sorts of things, 'Parties', but he always felt he had to at least be there. The most simple way to ignore everyone and everything was either to sleep or fake it. Normally he faked it, like now, he'd sit in the corner of the room, the darkest spot in the whole place and close his eyes with his back straight up against the wall, hands on his knees and frame kept still. He'd almost look like he stepped out of the arm from the way he'd always sit like that. It was also his way of listing to his surroundings. If something were to happen, he'd hear it and be there no problem. When it came 'Parties' like these, he always found himself looking after the girls and the President.

When he heard Ryker's voice, he'd got up from his spot. Making his way through a crowd. One of which didn't seem too fond of that. The guy had no patches or marks that were visible. He was almost average looking apart from his right arm that were covered in burn marks, probably where his tattoo was once. All Hugh could assume was he was kicked out of a Biker Club, but what was he doing here? He was light skinned so it was a bit hard to tell what Crew he had come from.

Hugh was about to shake it off until the guy stopped him from walking off. "Hey you! Don't walk away after bumping into someone." The guy said as he winked at the hooker he was rubbing up against, showing off. He turned his attention back at Hugh with a smirk, but Hugh showed no reaction to any of this, he almost seemed bored, maybe. "Hey dude, are you listening!" A few people around them became quiet as the guy smacked his beer bottle against Hugh's Patches, causing a splash of beer to spill on his leather vest. "Ohh a Serg, huh? I can't see it." He started to burst out in laughter, taking a huge swig of his leftover beer.

The hooker he was with had quickly left and came back with a rag to wipe it off of Hugh's jacket. He let her do so with a nod of thanks and she smiled with a slight blush. But this only seemed to get the guy even more mad. "Hey pal! That's my whore! Don't just go taking other people's things, just because you got your patches out of a cereal box."

He ignored this man's bickering as he checked out his patches to make sure they didn't get stained up. Now everything was fine until this guy had reached over, shoving Hugh back, or tried to. Hugh was a man who stood at the height of 6'3 feet and weighed about 185 pounds, you try pushing that.

The guy who did was acting all badass until he realized it had no effect, it barely even did anything. It also didn't help when Hugh started to stare at him like he was about to witness his own death. "Ah look, man,...f-forget it. I think I had too much to drink." He gave his beer to the hooker and quickly left.

"Listen, thanks. I was about to ask for help. The guy was being too clingy and wouldn't let go." She tucked her fiery orange hair behind her ear and bit her lip, turning her chest into Hugh's direction. "Listen, if you every need anything, don't hesitate to ask me. My name's Ruby Rose." She placed her hand on his chest, sliding her pale fingers down to his belt. And with seconds later, her body was nearly glued onto his.

As much as he wouldn't mind what was about to happen next, he had other things to do. "Perhaps another time." She blushed and nodded as he patted her hand and left towards Ryker.

"Pardons Sir, have you seen Prez?" He nodded to Vendetta in a 'Hello' way almost, but also in an 'Excuse my interruption'.

"Want anything Serg?" The bartender asked.

"NΓ­ hea" 'No', he spoke in his Irish tongue out of habit.

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Character Portrait: Stevie "Babydoll" Cordova Character Portrait: Levi 'SchoolBoy' Janowitz Character Portrait: Hugh O'Hogan Character Portrait: Ryker Dowell Character Portrait: Samantha Montgomery Character Portrait: Clark Heath
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She started her day off the same way, sitting on the side of her bed, just thinking about some things. She often thought about her brother, Stephen and how her life would be if he was still alive. She wept silently to herself every single time her brother crossed her mind as she loved him dearly and deeply with all of her heart and was very much sad when he was taken away from her with an instant. She'll never forget that phone call she had gotten. Sam sniffled and wiped away her tears while getting up from the bed and walking over towards her bathroom, turning on the faucet. She cuffed her hands together then placed them underneath the running water, splashing some of it in her face then looking up into the mirror before her.

Sam shook her head with a sigh then turned the faucet off, reaching for a towel nearby and dabbed her face off. She sighed while now walking over and turning on the shower, letting the water get a bit warm before she steps in. After about ten minutes of showering, she stepped out and dried herself off, wrapping the towel around her petite frame afterwards. When she stepped foot back into her room, her younger brother, Steve was sitting on the bed and almost gave her a heart attack. "Hey there. Thought I told you about coming into my room." Her eyes glanced over towards him as he was holding a picture she kept. A picture of their older brother. "Give me that." She spoke through clenched teeth and snatched the photo away from him. "You cannot just come into my room and touch my things, Steve. God." Sam placed her hand on her forehead, sighing and sitting beside him.

"What's wrong?" She asked in a whisper tone as he looked towards her with knowing eyes. "You still involved with that gang, aren't you?" Steve asked in serious tone while Sam looked off to the side then back at Steve. "It's more than a gang, Steve. We're a family." She said then got up while walking over towards her closet and picking out an outfit to where to the party tonight. "I'm your family. They probably don't even care about you like I do." Sam turned around and folded her arms over her chest in the process. "They do too care about me. Steve, you do not have to worry about me, okay? I'll be fine." Steve got up from the bed in a bit of a rage as he walked past her. "Yeah, whatever." He walked out of her room and out of their apartment, not answering Sam's question as to where he was going. Standing against her closet door, she again sighed then picked out an outfit and changed into it.

After she changed and applied a little bit of makeup onto her face, she walked out of her apartment and down the trail of stairs and finally hit the pavement. She looked left and right before lowering her head, searching for her car keys as when she found them, she unlocked her car and got inside. Tonight was the party and she remembers her first one. Being timid and shy, not knowing what to do until a certain female took her underneath her wings and showed her the way. Sam smiled a little at the reminiscing thought then stuck the keys into the ignition and drove off of the parking lot.

She wanted to drive her bike to the party but decided against it. After a few minutes of driving, she was at the hangout and parked, already seeing people filled up inside. Sam got out of her car and locked it with the simple click of a button then proceeded her trek on inside, waving at a few familiar faces then going ultimately behind the bar, where she stood and straightened out her outfit. She wore nothing more than a muscle, gray t-shirt and a pair of blue jean short shorts that went well over her ass and a pair of heeled boots, black in color. A male came up to the counter and she smiled while asking him what he'd like to drink. The male responded that he'll like to drink her and Sam looked off to the side, chuckling and shaking her head. "Honey, you wouldn't even know how to handle me." She cooed as the male nodded his head and ordered a drink instead.

Sam fixed him his drink and handed it to him then looked out at the crowd. It felt nice to be back in this scene and she didn't miss a step, or so it seemed like it. She loved this feeling this atmosphere was giving her at the moment and hoped that nothing or no one was going to mess things up tonight. She'd hate to punch someone in the face tonight but if they asked for, she wasn't going to hesitate to do it even if they didn't provoke her. After standing before the bar like a rookie, she eventually went out and mingled with the rest of the crew, talking and laughing right along with them.

She even brought them drinks whenever they asked for a couple more rounds. She saw that Hugh didn't want anything to drink and walked over towards him and leaned against the counter with her back and elbows propped on the counter. "Hey there, Hugh. Everything okay with you?" She asked him but didn't want to pry too much as she waited for a response.

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Stevie collected herself, Levi had confused her, but she wouldn’t let him ruin her night. The truth of it was she honestly loved her life and being around SAMCRO. That was what drew people to her, her love for every single member no matter what they’d done. It was clear that she didn’t take life too seriously, she just enjoyed it. She quickly slipped into the bathroom and into one of the private stalls cutting lines of coke on the steel colored toilet paper dispenser. She lend down snorting three perfect lines, before coming back up.

Her nose burned, but she felt incredible. Her senses were cleared and she felt invincible which was just the slightest bit dangerous, because she could smart off and end up pissing someone off. She slipped out of the stall and looked herself over in the mirror one more time. Despite the close encounter outside or the fact that Levi had her head else where she looked fucking incredible and she smirked, running a bit of lip gloss of over her crimson colored lips, before stuffing it back into her bra and heading out to start the night.

She ducked out of the bathroom heading up to the bar, passing Something spiritual and steeped in meaning...I'm thinkin' a cat licking its asshole right here on his forehead." she heard Ryker say making her smirk. She watched him Vendetta shove him away and she shook her head already feeling a million times better. She picked up Ryker’s cigar for him and handed it back to him. β€œPlay nice boys.” Stevie teased, before smacking Angela’s ass in passing, she loved the girl to death and was fairly close with her.

She continued to the bar, excusing the other girl who was behind the bar to take over for her. She saw Levi sitting at the bar but she didn’t bother acknowledging him. She hoped he’d leave what had happened, outside and he wouldn’t bring it up the rest of the night. She did her usual routine, pressing her lips to her index finger and middle finger, before pressing her fingers to the face of her father in a picture of all of the members SAMCRO that was taken weeks before he’d died, it hung in view for everyone to see. She then turned the music up a little louder, putting something a little more lively on. The music started as she started mixing drinks for a few of the members. People seemed to like when she DJ during the parties, because she knew what to play and what to keep off the speakers.

It was quite a show watching her and it was clear she’d been there forever, she could mix a mean drink and the tips she counted at the end pf the night was proof of that, well that and her looks.
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Sam eyed Ryker as he looked at her. Staring at the man made her a bit afraid of him as he had cold, piercing eyes. She gasped softly to herself then saw as he wiggled his eye brows towards her then she rolled her eyes. She honestly hoped that people didn't think that she was falling for the Irishman though she wouldn't mind it since she'd finally belong to someone but that has to happen at the right time and not be forced. She sent over another bartender to top off Ryker's drink but he grabbed Vendetta out of his seat and dragged him over towards Angela's station, where she was doing tattoos. Sam screamed a bit then cleared her throat as she saw the display.

While sighing through her parted lips, her eyes saw Levi come back into the scene then shortly after saw Stevie, as well. 'Hm?' She thought to herself then felt the Irishman's hand graze upon her flesh as she eyed him, biting her bottom lip. Hearing his command, she rose herself up from the counter top and replied. "Yes, Sir." She'd wink towards him then walk to the back, searching for the requested bottle of liquor. She found it then proceeded back out to the bar and Hugh was gone. 'Really?' She sighed then sat the bottle of Irish Ale down on the counter beside her while walking over towards Levi now, seeing his wounds and shaking her head.

Her eyes caught signal for him to get something to drink as she sat down a glass and pour some liquor into it then slid it towards him. "Something tells me that you're going to need more than that." She smiled while sitting down two shot glasses and pouring more liquor into them then grabbed one herself, holding it out towards him before taking the shot for herself. "Ah..." Escaped over her lips as she poured herself another one and Levi, once he took the first shot.

"You seem like you need a friend right about now." Sam inquired while walking around the bar and sitting down beside Levi now. "If you wish to talk, I am here." She leaned over and whispered towards him then looked at him in his eyes with a bit of a worried look plastered upon her face.

"Give me a moment." Sam said while walking away from Levi and going outside to her car and getting her cigarettes and lighter. She walked back in and a male had tapped her on the ass as she stopped in her tracks and turned heel, smiling at the male. It was Diego. Someone she had encountered with intimately once before. "Not tonight. I have bigger fish to fry then you shrimp." She looked down at his crotch region then back up at him. "If you catch my drift." She didn't keep her comment silent as most of the bikers knew what she was referring to. Sam walked away after a wink as the bikers surrounding him began to tease him.

"Sorry about that." Her eyes looked over at Stevie as she had came back onto the scene, looking somewhat like she was close to being stoned. 'Oh, shit. Not tonight.' She thought to herself then put a cigarette in her mouth, lighting it up and blowing the smoke through her parted lips, extending her pack out and offering Levi one.

"So, what's on your mind, Levi? And be upfront with me." She asked while wondering to herself if the fight was with Stevie. Hearing the jams getting cranked up by Stevie, Sam leaned in closer to Levi and talked in his ear. "Want to go somewhere private and talk?" She'd ask him as she didn't mind but no one could really hear themselves think in this type of environment - Especially her. She really wanted to know what was going on with Levi but didn't want to pry as she normally do.

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After the moment of being outside smoking his Cigar, he'd knew something bad was going to happen, bust just didn't understand when. For a while, Hugh has been feeling a bit on edge and uneasy. So spotting the police car didn't set things too right for him. The boss has been missing and didn't bother saying a word about towards Hugh of where he was going or why. He had figured the cop wasn't here to arrest anyone, otherwise there would be more police or at least a backup. The cop was familiar to him, all too familiar. This cop had once tried to make Hugh turn into a rat, but that didn't go out so well. Later on that day Hugh had traumatized that cop into leaving him alone, but in a way this cop is like an inside dog for Hugh.

Getting off the bike, he took a long puff of the cigar and walked up to the cop.

"Boys..." He hesitated, unsure of how to say his next words. "I-Um, we found a bike out off 80 that uh...well a good ways away from that own the hill was a body. He was wearing a leather vest. One like one of yours. We weren't able to find any next of kin so..." Hugh tensed up, he had a feeling of what this man was about to say next, but he was hoping that he wouldn't.

"Prez." Clark Heath." The cop spoke and the same time Hugh mumbled. The worst part was he knew it and what was even more, the cop eyed him as if he were the one who did it, but then his eyes glanced over to how Ryker was acting. Clearing his throat he went on. "We were able to rule out vehicular manslaughter. It doesn't look like he crashed. Given the nature of the body, it's looking like this will be a homicide investigation."

Taking a slight step to the side Hugh's eyes changed, they were that of a man who was searching for death, death that he would create with his own hands. If his look wouldn't work, the air about him was nearly threatening. But his voice was kept normal as he spoke. "Oi ladΔ“, to even have Vehicular Manslaughter as an option is beyond me. But if you think we would let any of this slide and sit back knowing someone is out there roaming free after what they have done, you got another thing coming. His accent came on strong and if you were listening to it almost seemed like he was threatening.

Hugh walked over to Ryker and placed his hand on his shoulder, whispering in his ear. "You're in charge now, what's going to be your first order as our acting Prez?" He even made small eye contact with the boy'o. Hugh was one man who didn't care if cops were near, when something needs to be done, it gets done. This one of those times.

"Hey now!" The cop grabbed onto Hugh's arm. "Are you serious? Someone you know had just died and this is what you think of?" He shook his head and let go with a sigh. " Anyways, I'd need someone to come and verify the body or it would cause a lot of problems for me and you guys."

Hugh ignored the cop, he was in no mood for this. Instead, he slit his hair back with his right hand and took a puff of the cigar as he thought. This was a mess. If it were anyone's fault it would be Hugh's, he should have been there and now because he wasn't, he was going to have to punish those who took action. This is now times where human rights were no more. Animals being slaughtered to just eat would look more innocent than where Hugh was plotting. He sure as hell didn't get the reaper name for nothing.

Once he was done with his Cigar, he flicked it off and slit his hair back into a ponytail. He was ready for anything and this was a sign showing he was.

"Just don't do anything, not yet and if you do, I'd rather not know. Actually the less I know the better. I might be a cop, but this shit is too deep for me."

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Stevie continued to go about her night shift, joking with other bikers, flirting, and touching arms playfully pretending to be interested in their drunk conversation. Her eyes fell on Sam as she sat next to Levi and while she couldn't hear there conversation she could tell where it would end up and that made her the slightest bit jealous and she scoffed as they walked off. She poured herself a shot then taking it, not even wincing as it burned down her throat and she wonder where Clark was for a moment a worried feeling rushed over her, but as quickly as it was there the alcohol removed it.

There was an eerieness to the air that seemed to settle when the bar fell silent and the outside was illuminated by the familiar red and blue lights she'd seen so many times before. As the door opened and the police officer came into view Stevie was quick to tame the music so that she could hear. There were a million things the cops could be there for, however them not having warning meant it wasn't for a members arrest, but for something worse. There was a nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach, she'd been in that very same place, that very bar when the cops had came and said they'd found her father's body.

"well a good ways away from that own the hill was a body. He was wearing a leather vest. One like one of yours. We weren't able to find any next of kin so..." Her body froze and she bit her lip hating that she already knew what he was going to say. It had to be a dream she thought, a nightmare a really fuckd up one that she'd wake up from. " Clark Heath." the cop spoke the name and Stevie let out a soft whimper before covering her mouth. She took a step back fighting back tear, Clark was hr Godfather, he'd essentially been her second father.

She hadn't heard the rest of what the officer had to say, she was in shock, there was no way she thought to herself. She knew almost instantly that it was a murder, it was a rival gang the same why her father had gone out. "Anyways, I'd need someone to come and verify the body or it would cause a lot of problems for me and you guys."

The officer said bringing her back to reality and she'd missed everything Hugh had said, she'd heard it, but she hadn't really heard it. She took a step forward toward the small group made up of Ryker, Hugh, and the officer. "I'm his Goddaughter." she breathed her voice seeming weaker then normal. "I'll identify the body." she volunteered herself.

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Sam got up from her bar stool and walked outside, looking behind her and seeing Levi following her with a bottle of liquor and two drinks. She turned back to face the front of her and raised a brow while thinking to herself. 'He must got it bad if he has to bring the whole damn bottle.' She chuckled to herself at the thought while standing outside, leaning up against the building, back first.

Sam listened to Levi rant as it was best to let him finish before she added in her two cents, which if anyone knew Samantha for real, her two cents was coming soon. When she heard about what happened to Stevie, she lowered her head to the ground with sigh then raised her head back up as he seemed to be finish then asked her what was wrong with her. She raised a brow while accepting the glass that was offered to her as she chuckled lightly.
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"Uhm, let's deal with one problem at a time." Sam bit her bottom lip and breathed a bit before responding and Levi chuckled. He knew what was coming. He knew what she was going to say. "You belong here, Levi, if you didn't, trust me the club would make it known." She said while tapping her chin with her index finger, thinking of how to word her next sentence without sounding like a bitch. "Hm, well, you know people tend to say things they do not mean when they are vulnerable. And Stevie was vulnerable at that moment and probably a bit upset since she was fixing to get raped." Sam took a sip from her drink as she might need the whole bottle after this conversation. It wasn't like he hadn't thought of that, but still, it made him feel odd about everything. Clearly she was used to that sort of thing, was this a place he wanted to be? Where the women didn't expect much else?

"I am not sure myself what that means but do not be a softy in front of the guys, Levi. Do not let them see that you cannot handle this lifestyle. Okay?" Sam basically pleaded towards him with a worried look on her face now and Levi sighed. The second time, he's heard this. He could handle it, he didn't know if he could and stay himself but he wasn't going to tell her that. She thought hard for that, he'd left her have it.

"Now, onto my problem, I am just going through some things with Steve at home. Nothing major but he just hates that I am associated with SAMCRO. It's my decision and not his to tell me what is best for me. Hell, I am the oldest and I should be telling him what's best for him." She rambled a bit then chugged the rest of her drink down before grabbing the bottle and pouring more in her glass, chugging that down as well. Levi only smirked. He and Steve were close growing up. They went to the same school, in the same classes and apparently thought the same. Levi wasn't overly thrilled when she began to hang around, but there wasn't telling Sam anything. He let her grabbed the bottle

"Sorry, I just do not know what to do with him at this point. He walked out of our apartment and I do not know where he is or what he is doing. Every time I hear sirens in the distance, I am terrified that something has happened to him." She sighed while tossing the glass to the ground, smashing it then grabbing the whole bottle and chugging it but stopping to get some air. She sighed and then decided fuck the glass and snatching the bottle and upending it. He smirked. He loved Sam, he had no idea what he would do without her. Her eyes flashed towards Levi with a smile. She was almost drunk at this point. "So, besides what happened tonight, what else is happening in your life?" She asked with a raised brow out of curiosity. Levi frowned a bit, knowing she was trying to get off the topic. She always felt better handling someone else's problems, just as he did. He knew better then to think he could get away with that with her, and the same should go for her.

"Nothing, Sam, don't change the subject." He said, with knowing look. "Look, I'll call him up, tell him to get his scrawny ass home, then if he doesn't, I'll find, beat and drag him back home myself?" He said, playfully taking the bottle himself and rising it to his lips, with a shrug. "Okay?"He offered, slinging his arm over her shoulder, pulling her in with a familial side hug, and kissed her temple, as he always done. "He'll be fine, Steve's an asshole sometimes, but he's not stupid..."
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'Change the subject? Whatever.' Sam thought while shaking her head at Levi and eyed Levi. "Don't threaten him. That's only going to make things worse, Levi." She sighed while he took the bottle back away from her, a bit playfully as she smirked. She always liked Levi but never expressed her true feelings towards him but got a slight feeling that tonight was going to change all of that.

"Yes, I know that he is not stupid. Sorry but I just don't feel like talking about the situation anymore." Again, she changed the subject right after Levi hugged her and kissed the top of her forehead. Sam eyed Levi for a moment and a silence brewed over them it seemed like.

She wasn't going to talk about it anymore, and that was fine. Levi let it go this time, he'd still call Steve, and yes, he will threaten him, if only because of how worried sick Sam---
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Before he knew what happened, Sam got a firm grip in his cut -empty as it was-, tugged him down to her and pressed her lips, softly against his, then breaking the kiss nearly as fast as she brought it.
He hadn't even had time to kiss her back...

Levi, stood there, looking down at her, Sam, who was like a sister to him, family, the only real family he's ever had, and while sure, he thought she was beautiful, he could honestly say he hadn't thought of her that way but now, after that, and the alcohol coursing through his veins, she wasn't the Sam he remembered, she was...attainable.

"S-sam..."He managed as she lowered her head.
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She wiped her mouth with the inside of her hand then lowered her head to the ground, kicking the dirt below them a bit. "Sorry. I just.." She sighed and shook her head as she was still not ready to express her true feelings towards Levi. "You just....?" He needed some sort of explanation because that kiss, as brief as it was, made him want something he wasn't sure trusted at the moment. This was Sam. Goofy, wild and crazy Sam, that would tease him for not cutting his hair, that used to let him sleep in her room when his mother's boyfriend threaten to kill him that one time. He remembered when they'd tried to use the bathroom door to remove his tooth because it was loose and bothering him. It was Sam

"Nothing, never mind. Call Steve. Like, right now as I am worried." Sam ran her delicate fingers through her long locks of hair and still stood against the wall, bit her bottom lip in a flirty notion towards Levi.
The way she bit her lip was not lost on him, but he thought it would be best if he ignored it. They were both nice and buzzed though the shock of all this killed his buzz a bit, so he would leave it at that. She was drunk, and would probably need a ride home.

Why did she stick around with SAMCRO after Levi had became a prospect? She don't know as she wanted Levi bad and right now as he reached in his pocket for his phone, and was just about to dial Steve, Sam came over, laced her fingers between his belt loops and tugged him against her, looking into his eyes.

His hands feel to his sides, looking at her. His gaze fell down from her eyes, over her cheeks, landing on her lips. His heart raced. He wanted her. He wanted her right now but....this was Sam. He shouldn't. Not like this, not when he was fairly certain he hadn't romantic feelings for her, not when he was pretty sure, she didn't feel any for him, especially not when she was drunk.
"Sam," He said, trying to strengthen his resolve but failing when his gaze fell to her lips once more.
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"We shouldn't..." He said, his voice a whisper. He wanted to, but he knew the alcohol was talking, he just knew it, and it was taking everything in him, not to listen. She let out a soft sigh then eyed him as he said that they shouldn't continue what was about to go down between then. She nodded her head, fully understanding but he kissed her again and lifted her up towards him.
Sam knew they her and Levi shouldn't be making out at a time like this but her feelings for him never waived and nor will they ever waived. His hand rose to her face.
Tell her no
A small voice that sounded a lot like himself said as his thumb brushed over her lips.
Tell her no, Levi. it spoke again, but soon the voice was gone, and he kissed her, cupping her face in his hand, while the other slide down to the small of her back, almost lifting her to him.
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Again, Sam broke the kiss and Levi gave her a crooked unsure smirk, but it faded as her gaze shifted behind him. She peered her eyes at the officer that had approached the club house. She eyed Levi then raised a brow while grabbing his hand and walking back towards the inside, standing at the door as they walked into silence. Levi was grateful for it, he wasn't sure what just happened, why suddenly he wanted to do much more then kiss her, so the silence was a gentle reprieve...that is until the officer spoke.
"Boys" the officer began and Levi got a hollow feeling in the pit of his stomach. "I-Um, we found a bike out off 80 that uh...well a good ways away from that own the hill was a body. He was wearing a leather vest. One like one of yours. We weren't able to find any next of kin so..."
Sam, hearing his words then placed her hands over her mouth and nose with a gasp. Levi couldn't breath, only able to mouth the word 'Wha...'He felt like he was punched in the stomach
"Clark Heath"
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'The Pres is dead?' She thought curiously to herself then looked over towards Levi while rubbing a hand on his back. "You okay?" She asked him softly while wondering how was the club going to bounce back from this. Levi's mind was spinning.
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Her ears twitched as Hugh and the officer had got into it. She stood there and eyed Levi again. Levi was still in shock. Not Clark...it wasn't possible. "Maybe you should get closer over there." Sam suggested while letting go of his hand now and watched him to see what he was going to do.

Levi looked at her and blinked. He barely heard anything after all of that. Not a sound beyond what they were told. The President was dead.
The man who potential in Levi, who accepted him, gave him a job and a place to stay after failing at school. Hell he even gave him the name "Schoolboy", and admittedly, he hated the name but a name meant something. Clark was the only one to give Levi the time of day and now...
Clark was gone...
He felt like he were walking up the stairs in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. When your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.
His heart raced and he felt cold and he felt hot.
"Anyways, I'd need someone to come and verify the body or it would cause a lot of problems for me and you guys."
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"I'm his Goddaughter." Stevie... her voice was so small and grief stricken, it broke his heart. "I'll identify the body." Levi looked to her and with that, he let an ocean of anger wash over the grief and sadness. Someone killed Clark...broke this girl's heart, and stole a brother -a father- from them. Someone, somewhere was going to pay for this. They just needed to find out who.

Levi waited a moment. "I'll take you, if you want..." He said cautiously. He was familiar with, he'd done it once when Steph, Sam's brother, took her and Steve to identify his body. Sam cried in his chest until she fell asleep. It wasn't easy to watch but she didn't want to be alone after that, and he couldn't imagine Stevie wanting to either and if he were honest, he knew the day would come, that it would be his turn, with his mother. He didn't think he'd want to be alone after that. It wasn't something anyone wanted to do alone, besides, he figured, there would be a meeting and he was only a prospect, there wasn't much else he could do at the moment anyway as far as helping them.