Scars: bullet wound on left knee, several other smaller scars from fights and such.
âĄPERSONALITYâĄ
Likes: being in charge, Rock and roll music, guns, Samcro
Dislikes: being told what to do, being arrested,
âąORIGINS âą
mother: She never knew her mother very well but the memories she does are of her whoring around and her dad killing her because of this.
Father: He led a life of crime getting ginger involved in it.
BIO:
Ginger Marie Spencer is a rebellious one. She doesnât answer to anyone. The last person assigned to keeping her safe had a really hard time because sheâs so rebellious. Ginger was a firecracker and for good reason. She knew exactly what her father was involved in. She loved partying at the local bars and she loved giving others a hard time because well she knew she could basically do what she wanted because of who her dad was. She lives her life on the edge. She grew up with The club and was friends with everyone in the club. Owner of Spencerâs dive bar in charming.
Part One: Mother - Tragedy strikes when Angel leaves you and Valeria alone for the evening.
Part Two: Bleeding Out - Angel returns home to discover what happened at the house.
Part Three: Touch & Go - Angel discovers where Valeria was taken.
Part Four: Meth Mountain - Angel retreives Valeria.
Part Five: Perfect - Angel reveals what he was really doing the night you were shot.
When you come home, itâs to Felipeâs house.
To a bedroom thatâs been redecorated, to a space thatâs tailored to help with your recovery.
Youâve been in Angelâs old room before. It used to be a blast from the past, basketball stuff littering the shelves, old, chequered sheets on the single bed in the corner, pictures of motorcycles and scantly clad women on the walls.
Thatâs changed now. Thereâs a double bed with crisp white sheets with pretty little plants embroidered into it, a swing cradle for Valeria is situated along side of it. The shelves hold all of your items from home. The various terrariums, the pressed rose in a frame from your Nana. Your clothes are hung up in a gorgeous dark wood wardrobe that had been hidden underneath Angelâs half naked lady posters.
The truth is you canât go back to the house you were injured in, and neither can Angel. The memories are too raw, too vivid so instead you return to Felipeâs. A place where you can rest and recover with the help you need and the proximity to your daughter. You need to be close to her in the aftermath, the same way that Angel does.
Right now, youâre sitting on the edge of the bed, rocking the cradle lightly as Valeria kicks her legs and puts her hands to her mouth. Those dark eyes of hers stare up at the mobile that Felipe had crafted for her, brightly coloured zoo animals that ensnare her attention. You feel settled right now, at peace. For the first time in a long time everything is right where itâs supposed to be.
Felipe clears his throat from the doorway, you tilt your head up with a small smile before your attention turns back to the baby.
âShe doesnât have a care in the world.â You say softly.
Felipe sits down beside of you, the bed dipping as his shoulder bumps against yours. He chucks his finger underneath Valeriaâs chin, and the baby tries to grab at it.
âI never said thank you.â You say quietly. âFor setting us up here. I know it canât be easy having us in your personal space...â
Felipe shakes his head, cutting you off.
 âItâs good to have other people around the house again.â He says, his voice gruffer than usual as he takes over the rocking. âEspecially this little one.â
Thereâs silence between the two of you for a moment as you both watch Valeria. Sheâs getting tired now, her motions slowing as she turns her head.
You hear Angelâs footsteps trapsing up the hallway before he ducks into the room. Heâs wearing a grey wifebeater and basketball shorts that are covered in flecks of paint. Thereâs a streak of green across his cheek, you can see the same colour marring his fingertips.
âPops, you said you were getting more paint for the nursery.â He says, before he sees the two of you sitting alongside the crib. A smile crosses his features as he steps inside the room, grabbing the rag from his back pocket and using it to clean his hands.
âEZâs old room can wait a minute.â Felipe says, continuing to rock the cradle as the babyâs eyelids start to flutter closed. âI want to spend a little time with my family.â
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Five years was the same time theyâd been married. Ginger grew up in Charming, her father working along side the club for years, a con man who wanted to patch but never got a chance before he made an enemy of JT. From a young age sheâd fell in love with Opie but timing was never right. Then when Donna died & they finally got together they were a match made in hell. He left her for Lyla. It had killed Ginger but she understood it. He was still mourning Donna & the club was going down a deep path. She knew they had split ultimately because he didnât want her to end up like Donna. She respected it.
Here she was in the same spot they had met so many years ago. Her hands shaking. It had been five years since she stepped foot on Teller morrow & more so since she spoke to anyone. She didnât know how heâd react especially given the current state of her face. She smelled a rolled cigarette around the corner as she walked in its direction. âHeyâ rolled from her lips as it quivered slightly.
His face filled with an instant confusion & rage as his eyes graced hers. âHey.â He managed to say.
Ginger had been seeing some idiot from southern Cali. His name was Jake. He thought he was better than everyone and had a drinking problem. Ginger had developed one herself since she and Opies split.
Gin was sitting behind her bar at Spencer's. Day drinking when in walked some guy she had dated on and off for weeks. She poured him a drink seeing him flip the sign on the door closed. "I need to be open need the money."
Jake rolled his eyes, "Not in the mood for bikers in this place."
Ginger shrugged her shoulders with attitude, "Also not your bar! So you don't determine my clientele." An eye roll followed.
He walked over pushing ginger against the bar acting as though he was trying to be sexual pushing her against the bar using his hand but holding her throat with his hand. Gin pushed him away slightly, not in the mood. He kept pushing himself against her.
"Get off of me. You're fucking high and smell like a god damned brewery." she pushed him hard.
His face snapped as he tightened his hand around Ginger's throat. He pushed the girl further against the wall. His hand at this point left an imprint on her neck. Gin grabbed a bottle from behind her head on the bar and swung it at his head and missed. It gave her just enough time to run for the safe in the back where she had a 9-millimeter pistol waiting.
She felt him grab her and throw her on the ground before he climbed on top of her and started pounding her in the face. She tried to shielf her face resulting in him hitting her in the abdomen and other areas.
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She was able to get her leg up just enough to kick him in the balls before running for the door this time and unlocking it with her bleeding palm. Running for her bike she climbed on glad the keys were still in the ignition and hauled off toward the club house.
She looked like a war victim. Parking her bike outside of teller morrow she got off. Blood still covering her face and body. Adrenaline had taken over but was slowly wearing off as she searched the room for familiar faces. "I'm looking for Opie Winston?" She said to the girl behind the bar. "Tell him his ex-wife needs him it's urgent"
It was a long fucking night for the club. What was supposed to be a regular night of doing a protection run for Unser, turned into a shit storm of raining bullets and a hard on for retaliation. Ope and the guys were lucky enough to make it out alive due to being outnumbered, but the same couldn't be said for Unser's driver.
Goddamn Mayans.
So much for the reassurance and pact with Alvarez declaring there was no more beef between the clubs. But that was alright, things had been quiet for a while anyway. It was only a matter of time before SAMCRO was back to painting Cali with their favorite shade of Mexi-red, especially since Juice got hit and a prospect got ran off the road. Luckily for Juice it was only a flesh wound, but the prospect broke a leg and dislocated his shoulder. Aside from that, everyone was whole.
When the crew got back to the clubhouse, Tara was waiting to check on the injured. Time and time again she came through for the club. They were lucky to have her, but at times it was hard for Ope to be around when she was there. It brought up memories of how much of a good time he would have with his ex when they would hang around at the clubhouse or at Jax and Tara's. That is, before it all went to shit.
Once it was known that the guys would be alright, and after a hell of a lot of drinks, Opie went to his room to throw himself on his bed. Before he knew it he sank into the depths of sleep.
All of a sudden he was awakened by someone pounding against his door. As he groggily pushed himself up, the door swung open and there stood Heather, "Opie, I'm so sorry, but you need to get out here now".
"What the hell is going on?" He asked in frustration as he got up.
"She said she's your ex. It looks like someone fucked her up, badly."
Her words barely processed before he bolted out the door. When Opie reached the bar he froze for a moment in shock at the sight of her bloodied face. Ginger might've been his ex-wife and things had ended horribly between them, but he never laid a hand on her. That was something he would never do no matter how angry he got.
As the flames of rage roared through him, there was just enough pain cemented in his chest to keep him silent. Opie approached her with fury and sadness filled in his eyes, then he brought up a hand to carefully place his finger beneath her chin to examine her face.
"Heather, get me the kit and some ice. Now!" He demanded without peeling his eyes from Ginger, "Who the hell did this to you?"
Gins face was written with pain and blood. A sight that was few and far between. Ginger was a fighter a lot like Gemma in a sense. She didnât like being seen in a moment of weakness but somehow in the adrenaline of things she had landed herself back on the club house steps like a scared lost school girl.
Her voice was shakey & lower than her usual confident and cocky self, âSorry IâŠ.â She paused the room had started to spin slightly. She wasnât sure if it was the adrenaline wearing off or if she could have a possible concussion from the crashing of her skull on the concrete floor of her bar.
She took a deep breathe collecting her thoughts and looking up at her ex husband. Anytime she had anxiety in the past he was the one who could bring her back to the normal world. âThe guy I was seeing⊠he went fucking crazy & beat the shit out of me. I wasnât in the mood to have sex and next thing I knew I was being tackled on the bar floor.â A pause in her racing voice came. âI ran for my bike and the only place I could think of coming was here. I needed to feel safe.â Jax had told Ginger just recently in his annoying way, âHe will always be your safety net. Even when you arenât willing to admit itâ she had told him he was wrong but in this moment she realized he wasnât.
As he towered over the red head, he was still in disbelief it was actually her. The Gin that he had known, married, and divorced was a force to be reckoned with. Ope would never say it aloud, but there were moments when he would be slightly unnerved when it came to how angry she would get. There were moments he secretly believed Ginger was a long-lost daughter of Gemma's with all that flare, so seeing her in the state she was in had overwhelmed him in the worst way.
Opie swallowed hard when she began to speak. Her voice wasn't even the same. What happened to her wasn't just a physical assault, he could see it was also a mental and emotional one. To be able to break a spirit such as hers, the guy must have done a number on her and it made Ope want to go on a rampage. The more Gin had explained, the more his stomach turned, and his fury rose. He felt sick.
"Jesus Christ..." he muttered.
He carefully grazed his thumb along her jawline as a way to apologize for what she had been through. Hearing that she was with another man, despite being split up, wasn't easy but that wasn't his focus. They weren't exactly on the best of terms, but she was his wife at one time, and the one he let get away, according to Jax. The history between Ginger and Opie didn't matter because no one, especially her, deserved to be treated in such an abhorrent way. Someone was going to pay with their life.
"You did the right thing, Gin. You'll always be safe here", Ope explained with his eyes still locked on hers.
Heather approached hurriedly with a first aid kit Tara had put together for the club and the ice Opie had asked for. Along with her came some patch members to see what the commotion was about and were alarmed at the sight before them. He could have easily told one of the ladies to take Gin and get her cleaned up while he went to handle business, but he needed more information before he could have this son of a bitch have a meeting with Mr. Mayhem.
"Come on, babe. Let's get you cleaned up". That name slipped out with ease, but he didn't care. All that mattered was getting her situated.
He made sure she followed suit before leading the way to his room.
All the attention being on her made her heart sink. Usually she loved the attention on her but this very moment she wanted to run and hide. Keeping her focus on Opies facial features. She could tell he was angry the way his nose crinkled. The rage in his eyes, a rage she used to be able to calm.
Hearing him call her babe lit up something deep inside of her. She hadnât heard those words leave his lips since before they divorced, the divorce was such an ugly mess. Her rage & his mixed it was like throwing kerosene in a fire and playing Russian roulette with a bullet. Someone was bound to get burned or shot.
She froze slightly reaching out holding onto Opie as he took her to help clean her up. Starring at him like a lost puppy, she spoke still shaken but not as badly, âIâm sorry. I know Iâm the last person you wanna see on any given day. This was just always home. YouâŠâ she paused before saying what had came to mind. She was going to tell him he was always home. Instead she said, âJust thank you.â
His room, a place they had shared more than one drunken passionate night over the years. So many times since they split she had found herself just outside the Teller-Morrow lot drunk wanting to rush in like some Hollywood movie confessing her love. But instead she usually found herself with some random from her bar. The guy sheâd been seeing was no different, theyâd only been seeing each other a few weeks on an off. It wasnât serious but how did she tell her ex husband sheâd been sleeping around when the one she truly wanted was him.
He shook his head after her words as he led them into his room. "You don't have to thank me. You did the right thing in comin' to me and regardless of our shit, you still have family here". Usually, she would be right about him not wanting to see her, it was just a reminder of his fuck ups, but given the situation, all that fucked history didn't matter and was far from his mind.
After he shut the door behind them, Opie led her to his bed to sit on the edge then took his place beside her. It was still difficult to think about Gin being with someone else, especially given where they were and the unspeakable things they had done in the same bed they were sitting on, it was something he had to keep pushing out of his mind. There were more important things to focus on.
He opened up the first aid kit and took out some gloves and sterile wipes to properly clean the blood and potential debris from her face. If it wasn't for Tara teaching them to properly clean wounds, Ope would have probably went old school and poured some liquor on her face.
Opie carefully touched her chin and moved her head to in order to get a better look at her injuries. He still couldn't stomach what happened to her, he felt his jaw clench tightly, "Just try to stay still, ok?" The sterile wipe was removed from its packaging and he began to gently wipe the blood away from areas where he thought there were lacerations, that way he could focus on those parts first before cleaning her entire face.
"Once this is done, I'm gonna need info for this asshole, Gin. And I'm not asking", he stated directly.
He was so gentle, something when looking at her ex husband most people wouldnât expect. The way he was doctoring her wounds reminded her of his tender side. She tried not to let her mind wander, although it was a hard task. He was after all the man that had nearly killed her with just words. None of that was important now though.
The lacerations hurt but her pride hurt more, she felt pain in her soul. Not only did a man hurt her, she had resulted in running home like a dog with their tail tucked. Opie was right though, she had family here. The only family she ever knew, her own blood never cared for her the way SAMCRO had but when they split she felt disconnected from that world. His world!
âHis names Jake,â she flinched a little from pain from a wound he was tending to. âI think his last name is Davidson but we met at the bar so I donât know for sure.â This was embarrassing telling her ex husband about the guy she barely knew that had laid his hands on her. âHeâs a brunette, green eyes, shorter hair than yours, smaller body build than you.â She hadnât even realized she had her phone in her pocket. She pulled it out.
A few clicks of buttons on the phone and she showed Opie a photo. âHim.â Just seeing the picture of him made her stomach turn. Sheâd been shot at, beat by her father, and destroyed by people she loved but thisâŠ. This was different he took her self esteem. âHereâs his phone number too.â She handed her phone to Opie. âI donât think heâll answer me though.â
As he cleaned off the blood to expose where her injuries actually were, Ope listened to her not only explain who the piece of shit was, but how much opposite he was in comparison. He opened a new packaging of wipes when Gin passed over her phone to show him a photo. The sight of this Jake guy only infuriated Opie more, causing his expression to switch to disgust as his nose wrinkled in anger, "He doesn't need to answer. All I need is a location. I'll have Juice use his number to track him and I'll handle it."
After touching her phone, he needed to get new gloves and wipes to continue working on her. It was pointless, but Tara made it a point to drill into their heads about keeping shit clean when dealing with wounds, especially after Tig got some nasty ass infection. It was like a goddamn medical boot camp. That was the last time he ever wanted to deal with her in that sort of environment, so now he does shit by the book when it comes to injuries, for the most part.
"Gin," he paused a beat, having a harder time than he thought to say what he wanted, "I'm sorry it took... this shit to happen... for us to sit down without yellin' and... throwin' shit around." Opie went back to carefully cleaning her up, then found the lacerations that needing tending to. He went for the more pronounced one first while attempting to keep composure, but there was one burning question that continued to rampantly run throughout his thoughts.
âItâs not to late to throw things.â She was trying to lighten the mood. She knew how upset this had made them. They may not be together but Opie had always been protective in nature. Hearing him say heâd take care of it brought back feelings that she wasnât sure how to handle. The way he was being caring and tending to her wounds only further complicated things with bringing up old feelings. She had to quickly push back under the surface.
Her face turned almost pale when he asked if Jax knew things about him. She was silent for a few moments before speaking. âHeâŠ. Was there the night I met him. Vetted him out, said he seemed cool enough.â She paused again. âWeâll his exact words were heâs not your soul mate but heâs not a serial killer.â Her stomach had turned repeating her best friends words. Of course Jax had no way of knowing this could or would have happened but still it was haunting. Further more, it didnât prove well for how Opie was going to react to what she was saying.
Her eyes wandered around the room taking in the familiar view. âThis place was always my safe haven.â A small tear fell down her cheek. She wasnât sure if it was from being here with him and missing the old days or if it was from the physical pain she felt from the attack. âIâm sorry to, you know.â A small sigh escaped her bruised lips, âIâm not saying this to change anything, just I shouldâve fought harder.â
Her playful comment got half a smile out of him, but there was nothing good about it. Opie might have been protective to those he cared for, yet as he looked back at how things turned out with Ginger it made him feel like he was a real piece of shit. Instead of being a man and talking with his wife about what he was dealing with, he decided to build a road of distance that only destroyed them. At the time it may have been his goal, but seeing her pummeled made the guilt sink like a concrete block.
Opie kept quiet, wanting to hear everything she had to say regarding Jax's involvement or lack thereof. It might've not been his business anymore, or his responsibility, but Ope still wanted his ex to be okay and it was up to Jax to make sure of that especially since she was his other best friend. There was so much Opie wanted to say, a lot of remarks that could essentially place some blame at Jax's feet, but he didn't want to put more shit on Gin after everything that she'd been through with what happened. It took every bit of him to keep it to himself.
As he saw the tear fall along her wounded face, Opie stopped what he was doing and gently wiped it away. He shook his head at her words of accepting blame, causing the guilt to submerge even deeper within his gut,
"No. It's on me, baby," he confessed, then fell silent to finish patching her up. Once he was done, he managed to pull his thoughts together to finally say what needed to be said. "You were my wife. Instead of talking, instead of getting my shit situated, I ââ flipped a goddamn switch, froze you out," Ope sighed heavily, "I shouldn't have had to make you fight harder."
It was no secret sheâd missed his smile, missed his touch, heâll his voice even but the pain she felt now with this attack was no where near the pain sheâd felt internally when they split. A loose cannon wasnât even close to explaining the shit sheâd gotten herself into and then out of. Her drinking had been so bad that she had no longer stopped drinking but more or less continued on and on through each day.
It wasnât until Jax found her passed out drunk on the floor of her own bar & threatened to end it all for her that she woke up from her drunken stupor & had started to piece together whatever dignity she had left. It wasnât an alcohol problem that she had it was a will problem. A will to keep moving without the love of her life to help her. Hearing his words taking responsibility for the actions during that time it made instant regret set in for everything sheâd done during that time.
âWe really know how to fuck things up.â A small grin had appeared on her face even after all the pain she was feeling just being here with him had made her forget even if just for a few moments. âDonât beat yourself up, you were just doing it to protect me. Didnât want me ending up like Donna because you loved me to much.â A small sigh escaped her lips. âBut even after all that I came running home.â He was her home not some place.
She paused again before saying what had needed to be said herself, âNone of that shit matters. Divorced or not I donât hate you. Youâre still a good man and all that shit I spat at you when we were splitting it was all angry words.â
Hearing everything she said caused Opie to forcefully swallow down all the shit he'd been suppressing. In that moment, everything being suppressed threatened to escape. Every damn thing Ginger said was true and it felt like repeated blows to the fucking gut.
Ope cleared his throat and blinked away the burning sensation he felt in his eyes. The last thing he wanted to do was tear up and feel like some bitch, especially with everything she had going on. But, in spite of everything, he would never feel like the good man she said he was. Deep down he knew he wasn't, felt it, which was the other defining reason why he felt it best they split in the first place. Gin deserved better, Ope knew that.
"You don't have to explain. We both said some pretty fucked up shit to each other during that time. We're good. Ok?" He finished up with cleaning off the dried blood, and began applying the laceration closure adhesive strips to the larger cuts on her face. "I did what I could here. I'll have Tara come by and take a look to see if you need to get stitched up", Ope passed her the bag of ice, "make sure you use this. I'm gonna go call Jax".
Before he left she grabbed his arm tracing it gently with her hand like before. Before slightly letting go for just a moment forgetting they werenât together. âThank you, baâŠâ she caught herself. âJust thank you for everything. I appreciate you.â She took the bag of ice.
âIs it okay if i crash here tonight? If not itâs okay I just donât wanna go homeâ she wouldnât admit she was scared of going home because he knew where she lived but also she didnât feel safe at home. This was where she felt safe.
Gin was hanging out around the club house. After her being attacked she didnât quite feel like going home. Planting herself at the bar she heard Jaxâs voice enter the room. She wasnât sure if he knew sheâd been attacked yet. âLook what the cat dragged inâ
It has been one hell of a morning, but Jax was finally at the clubhouse and ready for a few drinks, and then some. After he was greeted by a few people, he noticed the red head at the bar, but everything came to a stop when he saw her banged up face. Jax's eyes grew wide and automatically felt fury burning within his core.
He approached his best friend and delicately touched her cheek, "Jesus Christ... What the hell happened?"
âGot in a fight with a cheap whore! She was talking shit about Samcro I decked her and she beat my ass.â She rolled her eyes slightly. âIâm guessing you havenât talked to Ope.â She didnât wanna tell this story again. âThat guy you said seemed okay, weâll clearly he wasnât.â
It took him a second to realize what she was talking about, then it all came crashing down. Jax released a pained breath as he looked at each mark that was on her face. The amount of guilt that he felt was insurmountable. Even though he couldn't have known this would happen, there was a part of him that felt he should have.
"That son of a bitch", Jax muttered angrily.
He gently placed a hand on the back of her head and leaned forward to press a soft kiss to her forehead, "I'm so sorry", he whispered.
Jax pulled back to look into her eyes, not disguising the fault he felt, "I haven't talked to Ope. I saw a bunch of missed calls before my phone died. I was hopin' I'd catch him here. Know where he's at?"
âIâm not sure. He said heâd be back to stay put.â She looked at her best friend with a pained look. âDidnât think I wanted to leave anyways.â She didnât have to tell Jax why.
âWhy would I know Opes where abouts?â A small chuckle escaped her bruised lips. âNot like this changes anything.â The anger within herself was starting to build. âI mean think about it, I ran back to him because I was hurtâŠ.. what the hell does that say about meâ
Gin was hanging out around the club house. After her being attacked she didnât quite feel like going home. Planting herself at the bar she heard Jaxâs voice enter the room. She wasnât sure if he knew sheâd been attacked yet. âLook what the cat dragged inâ
It has been one hell of a morning, but Jax was finally at the clubhouse and ready for a few drinks, and then some. After he was greeted by a few people, he noticed the red head at the bar, but everything came to a stop when he saw her banged up face. Jax's eyes grew wide and automatically felt fury burning within his core.
He approached his best friend and delicately touched her cheek, "Jesus Christ... What the hell happened?"
âGot in a fight with a cheap whore! She was talking shit about Samcro I decked her and she beat my ass.â She rolled her eyes slightly. âIâm guessing you havenât talked to Ope.â She didnât wanna tell this story again. âThat guy you said seemed okay, weâll clearly he wasnât.â
