I was a born fighter. Fighting against my parents and brothers who tried to keep me from Nathan as well. I was always different from my family who belonged to the wrong side of the law. So I became the black sheep of the family. I love the title though, and live up to it. I can be charming when I want to be, a bitch when the need is called for. Otherwise I can be very loving and caring towards those I love. I was also known as the party girl during my high school and college years. Nothing more than I love is to drink a biker or try to under the table.

Growing up in my family it was learning to scheme and take others down. Something that I never took to heart. I was a bit more sheltered in the life I grew up in. I have three over protective older brothers and my father. I was that surprise baby being born ten years after my last brother. Instead of wanting things all the time I wanted to give to others. Which my father didn't like at all. Mom would laugh about it and entertain me letting me do what I wanted. Some people describe me as a breeze of fresh air. Lighting up a room when I walk into it.

[smear:#49ebe8]Positive Traits:[/smear:#c61e49:0]
1)Protective: Inclined to safeguard, shield, or carefully supervise the persons or items in one's charge.
2)Adventurous: Willing to try new experiences and take risks.
3)Spontaneous: Enjoying what naturally occurs; given to acting on healthy impulses.
4)Courageous: Possessing the mental or moral resilience to face opposition, danger, or difficulties despite one's fear.
5)Passionate: Being capable of or expressing deep feeling.
6)Spunky: An inclination toward liveliness and high energy.

[smear:#c61e49]Negative Traits:[/smear:#49ebe8:0]
1)Reckless: Marked by a lack of proper caution; being careless of consequences.
2)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
3)Verbose: Wordy; inclined to say more than is needed.
4)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
5)Mischievous: Maliciously or impishly troublesome.
6)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought.

My parents marriage was a marriage of convenience. Joining two Russian mob families together. My father had been born right here in Big Sky, but mom was born in Russia and raised there. So when she grew of age she was sort of like a mail order bride. Dad was five years older than her. She tells me he wanted to control her, but she was something he never did learn to control. The way she was raised was to have control herself. So if orders came in from Russia than she was the one to hand them out which my father hated, but he learned to live with it.

It was a couple of years before their first born Matias came into this world. The heir to the mob, and he was raised to be exactly like our father. Being ruthless and full of vengeance. Two years later Maxim was born and two years after him was Misha. All find sounding Russian names. Mom told him he had three boys now that her days of child bearing were over. Which he didn't like one bit wanting to have a mob of kids himself. Still though she held off. Ten years later she thought she was going through early menopause, and come to find out she was expecting me. I was definitely a shock as she had thought she'd been fixed, but somehow the job had been botched.

When I came into this world on a crisp Autumn day it was warm out, but not too hot. Just perfect Autumn weather with the leaves turning all shades of golden. My father now how a little girl to call Daddy's girl, and mom had a princess to spoil. Mom said I quickly had all three of my older brothers wrapped around my little finger as well as my father. I was a bit of a tomboy, but yet loved the lacy frilly dresses my mother got for me. I always had those cut patent little black shoes. I was protected and shielded from what my parents did for a living. Even going so far as to have tutors and homeschooling me through grade school. It felt like I was a princess up on top of the mountain looking down on everyone.

I was rarely taken out, but when I did get to experience it I would see how others acted and looked. From the homeless to the well privileged I noticed the difference. Mom was horrified when I asked for some money one day, and she gave it to me unprepared for what I planned on doing with it. Of course it wasn't a small bill, but a 100.00 dollar bill. We'd gone to town for something or other, and I saw a man with a sign asking for money for food. When she placed that bill in my hand I didn't hesitate and walked right over to the man holding it out to him. He looked at me shocked and tears formed in his eyes.

That was only the beginning, and mom had just watched on shocked letting me do as I wanted though. After that I wanted to help anyone and everyone which my father hated, and he was horrified over it. Telling me that's not how we did things. I just gave him a kiss on the cheek and a smile telling them that's how I did things. He'd huff and puff, but finally give into me as did my older brothers much to my mother's delight.

When I was around eight we took a family trip to Russia. It was alright, but I didn't like it all that much or my grandparents that I met. I didn't like how they treated others, not knowing my father and brothers were the same since they sheltered me from that. Keeping me sweet and innocent. It was around the age of ten that I followed my older brothers somewhere one day, and was horrified at what I saw them do. I ran back to my mother sobbing and telling her what I had seen. She wasn't happy one bit. I still have nightmares from having seen my brothers actually torturing someone.

Mom and dad had fights about it and in the end she divorced him taking me with her. Getting another place there in Big Sky. My father and older brothers were only allowed to see me if she was around. How I looked at my brothers had changed though after witnessing what I had. It grew less and less that I saw them which was fine with me. Even dad's visits grew less frequent. It was just mom and me, and I still had tutors and was homeschooled. Though after watching some TV that I hadn't been allowed to before I grew curious and started asking questions. Wondering why I wasn't allowed around other kids and wasn't allowed to go to school.

Mom said it was because of our family, but she grew tired of my questioning and just enrolled e in the grade school. Where I found I was way ahead of the class I was put in. Which was fine with me cause I loved being around kids my age. The girls were a bit standoffish, but the boys were fine. One in particular was Nathan Whitney, and we quickly became great friends.

He introduced me to two girls in the other fifth grade school class. Gwen Moretti and Colby Rae Compton who after the first initial meeting with Gwen eyeing me we became fast friends. There was always rumors about my family, but most ignored them not believing them. I wasn't allowed to talk about my family, and I understood why. I picked up that my father and brothers scared some people, but not all of them. Gwen was always blunt and outspoken telling me that her parents didn't want her playing with me, but she did anyhow. I remember her throwing a fit when she wasn't allowed to invite me to her birthday party, and her parents gave in finally. After getting to know me I was welcome at their house whenever I wanted.

Mom grew more lenient with me as time moved on. Letting me spend the night at friends house, and even let me have a slumber party. Though only ones I invited at the time were Gwen and Colby Rae. I was hoping the next year that we'd be in the same class, and I even wistfully told my mother that. So unknown to me she went and talked to the school so the next year I was put in the Sixth grade classroom with them as well as Nathan.

When junior high hit I was fascinated with the different sports making sure to try all of them throughout the year. When Nathan asked me to the Homecoming dance I was more than excited. Mom just shook her head calling it puppy love. Whatever that was. She took me to get a dress though and some new shoes and stockings. The night of homecoming was magical for me and I had lots of fun with Nathan and our little group of friends. I had become a cheerleader as well so I could cheer Nathan on with the sports that he played.

Nathan and I were a established couple by the time we hit high school. Losing my virginity to him shortly after we turned sixteen. Mom and I always talked about everything so of course she knew, and got me on birth control right away. Also making sure we always had condoms. After graduating Nathan asked me to marry him. Of course I said yes. We were going to have to rush the wedding though as he had enlisted. When my father found out about it he forbid me marrying him. Mom and him got into it fighting.

One night in the middle of the night she woke me up telling me if I wanted to be with Nathan I needed to go now. To elope and not look back. She helped me pack my bag giving me a hug and told me she loved me and that she was proud of me. It was the first time I had ever heard her say the word love. She had tears in her eyes though, and I knew she was saying it from the heart. I called Nathan and we met at the clubhouse which was pretty much between our houses. His father was there, and giving him some money. Mom had given me some as well. One of the Wild Wolves who was ordained married us that night, and the next morning we were on the way out of Big Sky to his training. What we told everyone is that we married a few years later.

It was a week later when his sister Olivia called saying that my mother was gone. She'd been found dead in our home that she had made for us. Her throat had been slit and the house ransacked. I wanted to go back right away, but Nathan wouldn't let me. I had finally told him when we were around 17 some things about my family. My mother's body was sent back to Russia so I wouldn't have gotten a chance to see her body. Her funeral was held live though being from a prominent family over there so I was able to watch. All the while Nathan holding me to him trying to comfort me. I knew in my heart that it had to of been one of my brothers or father that killed her. None of them had showed up to her funeral, and I was the only one named when they read the names of her children.

Nathan's dad had gotten a visit from my father thankfully as he was leaving the clubhouse with a few other Wild Wolves club members. Demanding to know where I was. His father informed mine that I was legally married to his son, and that we were safe from them. I'm sure my father didn't take lightly to that, but at least he hadn't hurt him. It wasn't long after that that I became pregnant with our first son Corey. Named after his father.

Over the years we did make trips back to Big Sky, but thankfully I never ran into my father or brothers. I did go by the house and it had a new family living there which stung some. Our second son Michael came into this world two years after Corey. Nathan called his dad to tell him he was a grandfather again, but he never answered. It was about an hour later we got the call that his dad had gone down on black ice riding his bike on the way to the clubhouse. He didn't survive. That was a hard time for us.

I always wondered if my father and brothers had something to do with his father's death or if it was just a accident. We never discussed it, but I always felt like it was my fault. Two years later our daughter was born and we named her Ashleigh. It was when I was pregnant with Ash that Nathan and I realized that we weren't really in Love anymore. We were still best friends and loved one another, but not the way that we should be.

It was more than heartbreaking when his commanding officer and another showed up on my doorstep to tell me that Nathan had been killed in action. His convoy he was in had been blown up. I cried for days over that one. When his body was transported back to Big Sky I had packed up what little we had and headed back to Big Sky too. I moved in with Olivia and she and I took care of all the funeral arrangements that were left. Since he was a Wild Wolves MC member I wasn't left with much to do, and they were there every step of the way.

I noticed that her health was declining and she brushed it off. A few days after the funeral though she passed out on me. I took her into the doctor and she seen Kayla Garard who was Blaine's girlfriends, older sister. Her test results were devastation as she had stage four brain cancer. I was there for her after that knowing how much Nathan had loved her. My kids loved her and Blaine. I did catch up with Colby Rae, and asked where Gwen was. Gwen had taken off five years ago and was living up in Canada with a couple of classmates from school that were gay. I knew about her on and off again relationship with Axl.

When I ran by the clubhouse one day I was dropping off something for Oliva. Walking in I walked right into someone not seeing them as my eyes didn't adjust that fast from the bright sunlight to the darkness inside like they liked to keep it. I gasped almost dropping the bowls of casseroles I was carrying. When I looked up it was into the brightest blue eyes of Cord Lane. Butterflies had erupted in my stomach as he steadied me and the bowls. How long passed I'm not for sure till someone cleared their throat. Who did I wasn't for sure, but I blushed and quickly said that Olivia asked me to drop these by that we had run out of room. Leaving them in Cord's hands I quickly ducked back out bright red.

I haven't seen my dad or brothers since I have been back, and plan to leave it that way. I want nothing to do with them. I'm quite fine with the little family I have left that I married into. My children are never going to live the life that I did for the first part of my life. They are going to have a normal life if I have anything to say about it. Grow up in the club life like Nathan did. As far as I know my father and brothers know nothing about my children, and it will stay that way!