Willa Grace was born in Westport to a Reaper Enforcer, Red and a former sweet butt, Grace. Her birth was average. Her mother had no complications during the pregnancy, even with her continued drinking and smoking. Red had been a fool and had never once tried to stop the woman. He hardly knew Grace, a woman he had met during a run in Derry. Red had been unable to resist her and he had taken her back to Westport with him, shortly after, she was pregnant.

While Willa grew, so did the Westport Reapers. They managed to keep their ties to the RIRA to a minimum. Willa played at the clubhouse often, Grace usually being the one to drop her off there without Red even knowing. The sweet butts and old ladies always kept an eye on her until Red came by for the lunch. This continued until she started school, only she would be left at the clubhouse later in the day. Grace was far from a mother. She had no desire to raise her child and Red was getting tired of it. When he finally had the balls to tell her to leave, Grace overdosed in a pub bathroom while ten year old Willa sat a booth doing her homework.

Life without Grace didn't change. She hadn't had an impact on Willa's life and most of the time, Willa had forgotten that her mother had died. She received plenty of love and affection from her father. The Reapers were her family and there were plenty of old ladies to turn to when she needed womanly advice. Life wasn't exactly perfect, but it was for her. She had no complaints to the way she was raised.

When Willa was fifteen, Red became vice president of the Westport charter of the Reapers and took on an old lady, Mary. They married shortly after and though Willa wanted to be happy for her father, she just didn't get along with Mary. She came in to their home and disrupted everything Willa had known. Even her bedroom was no longer sacred when she came home from school to find all new furniture and all of her childhood possessions in a box destined for the attic. Mary claimed the room was no longer fit for a young woman, but Willa saved what she could before putting a lock on her door.

Red seemed blissfully unaware of the war brewing between the women in his life. Until he had come home to find them both standing on either side of the kitchen, screaming at one another. Red did what he could to diffuse the situation, but there were many nights he came home to their raised voices, his own temper shining brightly in his daughter.

Tired of feeling unwanted in her home, Willa started spending more and more time at the clubhouse. She partied with the prospects, rode on the back of their bikes. She had been the cause of a few of them losing their chance of getting the coveted top rocker. She didn't care. As long as she was enjoying herself and avoiding going home, Willa would do just about anything.

At seventeen, she started seeing a prospect and instead of staying at the clubhouse, she stayed with him in the flat he shared with three other prospects. Red didn't know and they had managed to keep it quiet for months. Until, a few patches had decided to surprise the prospects and broke in. They found Willa on top of the prospect and before they could stop him, Red had walked in. In a fit of rage, Red pulled the prospect from the bed as Willa quickly searched for her clothes. Scared he would lose his chance at becoming a patch, he spilled everything. He told Red that Willa was pretty much living there, drinking with them. It didn't help his case and Red tossed him out the front in order to deal with his daughter.

Afraid Willa was going to take the same path as Grace, Red wasn't going to ignore her behavior any longer. He contacted the mother charter in Midland, begging Cillian for his help. He needed her out of Ireland and despite the trouble they had over there, Red felt safer getting her away from the prospects she had befriended. With the club visiting, Red told Willa she would be moving to Everman and staying with a patch.