I can be pretty easygoing, but I don’t take shit from nobody. Growing up around the club I know when to keep my mouth shut. Other times I voice my opinion. Having two older brothers they made sure I knew how to hold my own in a fight, and I can definitely do that. Being a mother for five years now I have become overprotective of my own daughter. Realizing where my brothers were coming from being over protective of me all these years. I'm one of those fierce mothers who will do anything to protect her daughter. So you better not mess with me or my daughter. My brothers for that matter either. I grew up a tomboy with three brothers. Still have a lot of that tomboy in me.

[smear:#19c9e6]Positive Traits:[/smear:#d219e6:0]
1)Nurturing: Having the desire and ability to nourish and further the development of others.
2)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.
3)Generous: Sharing whenever doing so might help. Offering gifts with no conditions.
4)Supportive: Providing encouragement and assistance to others.
5)Unselfish: Thinking of others and acting on their behalf rather than being concerned with oneself.
6)Sentimental: Being strongly influenced by feelings or emotional sentiment.

[smear:#d219e6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#19c9e6:0]
1)Resentful: Marked by bitterness.
2)Rebellious: Flouting the law or resisting authority.
3)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
4)Temperamental: Marked by unpredictable changes in mood.
5)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought.
6)Vindictive: An inability to forgive. 

On November 8th 1889 Montana gained it's Statehood. Four years later on November 20th 1893 Big Sky was established as a town by it's first citizen Clovis Deveraux. Joining him were five other founding families. My own great grandparents, Woodston James and Clara Sue Moretti, included in that. The six men of the founding families also established the Wild Wolves MC club in 1899. The were always up on the new trends of motorcycles coming out. The club grew rapidly over the years, and the club today is still going strong. In present day my eldest brother Woody is the president of the club and my other brother Python the Vice President.

I grew up with two older brothers so I grew up tough. I also have a younger brother Cris. I was born in Big Sky Montana and raised there. Only been away for family trips till I got pregnant and I took off for five years not wanting my brothers to know. I actually didn’t mean to be gone that long, but I was diagnosed with cancer and was dying. I stayed away knowing it would hurt my brothers more watching me die. Not to mention the love of my life Axl. He's a totally different story though. And I have gotten way ahead of myself so let me start at the beginning pretty much.

As I said I was born in Big Sky Montana. Woody and Python were ten and eleven when I was born. They were over protective of me since the moment I was born. Mom said they were the best big brothers I could have asked for. Python even caught me as I was about to fall into the lake one time. He caught me losing his balance pushing me back at Woody and he fell in. Even thought it was a bit cold out and the water freezing cold he was more worried that I was alright then freezing to death. Mom had gotten it all on video. Dad had moved fast fishing Python out of the lake.

Around the age of four dad brought me a mini bike. He didn't know, but I'd been trying out my brothers old mini bikes that were parked in the garage in the corner. I'd sneak out and take it for a spin around the house. The first time I did however I accidently hit mom's car on the passenger side as I was pushing it out of the garage. Leaving a mark behind. I just brushed it off as I delighted in riding the old bike around for a bit. I wasn't out long though knowing mom would miss me sooner or later. My brother Cris was two and she had her hand full with him usually so I was able to sneak out.

Dad's the one who found the mark on mom's car down the side of it that was even larger out in the sunlight. I kept quiet afraid of the consequences if I told. They came around to thinking that someone might have accidently keyed it or hit it with something when mom had been out shopping a couple of days before. I got by with that one, but knowing I did wrong weighed on me. Dad was smiling as he taught me how to ride the Mini Bike. As much as I stalked my older brothers I already knew, but I let him have his time.

Moving up to a dirt bike two years later was awesome! Much better than riding on my dad's bike with him or with my older brothers who were getting their Harleys. I wiped out a few times, but I got right back up even finishing a race with a broken arm one time. It was hurting, but I ignored it knowing I had to finish the race. Probably the only time I came in third, but at least I finished it. I even raced with a cast on the rest of the season not wanting to be left out. There were no rules against it, just doctor's advising against it in case something else happened. Mom wasn't too happy, but dad just let me as I seemed to have him wrapped around my little finger, and he could never tell me no.

Boys were only friends as I grew up. My best friend was Axl Koch though. We could get into more trouble than you think. Mom loved him, but when dad and my brother's came home they would run him off thinking he was the cause of our always getting into trouble, but little did they know. To my dad and brothers I was this perfect little angel. Ha! I was far from it always coming up with some hairbrained scheme that could get us hurt or worse killed. Didn't stop my friends from following me right into it.

There was one thing that I loved to do with mom and that was watch Little House on the Prairie with her. I absolutely loved that show. Got me into loving history and exploring it more. We bonded over the show and could spend hours watching it. Especially when there was a marathon on of it. For a few years I was Laura Ingalls for Halloween. Or a biker girl which I ended up doing both for different parties in grade school. Depended on who was having the party.

Father Murphy was another tv show we loved. With the old Jonathon Garvey from Little House now Father Murphy on the show. Lizette was my favorite character on there, and I loved her. She was always protective of her brother Will. Just as I was with my little brother Cris. Always thought I would use the name for any daughter I would have one day. Only I ended up naming my daughter after her grandmothers, and now I share my love of these shows with her. Which so far she seems to love them as well.

Junior high came and of course I tried out for all the sports. I hated running with a passion, but Basketball wasn't bad if you were dribbling the ball or blocking on the court. Volleyball wasn't bad either. Spiking the ball became easy to me, and that was definitely my spot all the way through junior high and then high school. It was in junior high that I started having new feelings for Axl, and I even went with him to a couple of dances. Though we didn't dare tell my dad and older brothers. Mom would take us picking him up and then dropping us off at the dance. She always had a soft spot for Axl. But she had grown up with his mother Patricia, and they were good friends.

We did have sort of a first kiss in junior high but it was more of a peck on the lips. It wasn't till we were freshman and hanging out one day at the track that I cornered him by the restrooms, and kissed him. A real kiss wanting to know what it felt like. I had no idea it was going to rock my world and I wouldn't be able to get enough of it. Unfortunately our alone times were far and few in between. Woody and Python were always chasing him off, and Cris picked it up from them. Cris was always at the track when we were, and would interrupt us just as the wrong time.

Our first time together was a miracle. My older brothers were gone on a run, and Cris was off with his friends. So we'd gone out on a date. Ending up at the local make out place. Losing my innocence wasn't all that great, but he made up for it. And it only got better and better after that. Other guys were a turn off for me. Only Axl held that appeal to me. Don't know if it was his longer hair or what. Didn't matter to me for I was in love with him.

Dad and my older brothers took me to get my Harley when I turned sixteen. I picked out a cherry red one that I fell in love with. Wishing the whole time that Axl could have come with us, but I hadn't even asked knowing that would have been a definite no. If I could get away from them later I would ride out to the Lane Ranch and show it off to Axl. His older sister, Helen, had married Cord Lane and they had a ranch together. Axl had the cutest little blonde haired nephew named Conner. His curls were to die for! HIs brother in Law Cord was a Wild Wolves MC member too with my dad and brothers.

My senior year my parents went off on a anniversary trip. They never came back home from that trip as they perished in a hotel fire. I was working part time at the family garage and gas, and all four of us were there that day when Hank came to tell us the horrible news. Each of us lost in our own agony for a while after that. With it being early in the day my older brothers were shutting the place up and going to take Cris and I home. Cris was sobbing and inconsolable, and I was in shock. Some of the club members showed up though taking over for the day. Word had already spread like wildfire through the club as dad had been an officer of the club. He was the Sergeant at Arms. Nobody was going to be able to fill his shoes like he had. Well in my opinion.

Graduation for me a few weeks later was hard without mom and dad there. Axl and I had been sneaking off when we could, but my older brothers had eyes like hawks. One or the other would come swooping in to stop us, and chase Axl off. I went onto University, but I hated it. I'd worked hard to get a scholarship even though my parents would have been able to afford it. It was my freshman year, and I discovered I loved going to parties. Sure I'd gone to parties in high school, but they were nothing like college parties. Somehow I ended up getting kicked out of college, and I saw the disappointment in my older brothers eyes. I learned to live with it though. They came to understand that I was handling my grief different than they were.

My brothers had warned Axl that I was off limits to them, but that didn't stop us from sneaking around. Dad had left the Garage and Gas station to my brothers and I in his will so I worked there. Working the counter inside since we had a little convenient store in there.
Some would call me lazy just sitting on the high chair behind the counter. Cris would do the sweeping and mopping up the store later in the day and cleaning up. I just didn't really have anything in me. The only times I felt alive anymore was when I was sneaking off to meet up with Axl. Cord and Helen knew we were hooking up, but no one else did.

The years dragged by until about five years ago. My sister in law Sarah, Woody's wife died of cancer devastating all of us. It was shortly after that that I realized I was pregnant. Not really knowing what to do I fled to some old friends that were living up in Canada. I knew I wanted this baby, but my brothers would kill Axl if they knew. I named her after Axl's late mother and mine when our daughter was born. Naming here Isadora Patricia Moretti. I called her Dory and she lit up my life in a way I never thought possible. I kept in touch with my brothers, and even Axl once in a while even though it hurt. I kept my daughter a secret from all of them though. She was mine, and I wasn't ready to face the fireworks that would start when I introduced her to my family.

About a year ago I got sick and was in the hospital for a few days. My friends took care of Dory for me. They just loved her, and I knew she'd be fine with them. I was diagnosed with lymphatic cancer while I was in there. I was put on pills, but never offered radiation or chemotherapy saying it would make it progress faster. Only it kept getting worse over the course of the next few years. My calls home came fewer and farther between. At least my brothers had their own lives and I hoped they just figured I was busy with things.

My last appointment the doctor told me it was stage four and I didn't have long now. I was devastated and didn't know what to do. I told my friends, and they cried with me. I had a few wine coolers that night. It had been a while since I drank. I sent quite a few drunk texts to Axl not even realizing it till the next day. There was what even looked like a phone call to him at 2 am in the morning. I looked at it in horror wondering if I had really called him. I groaned wondering what I would have even said to him in my drunken state. I tried calling him to find out, but he didn't answer. I was sick the rest of the day.

I woke up to the sound of a Harley pulling up the drive and I stared towards the door in horror wondering who it could be. Looking around I found a note from my friends. They'd taken Dory into town to see a kids matinee and get ice cream. I knew whoever was going to be knocking on that door would be someone I loved, and at least Dory wasn't there to be thrown into the chaos that I knew was about to happen. I held my breath as the Harley quieted. Even though I was ready I jumped when someone knocked on the door.