I ONLY OWN MY OC. ABEL AND WENDY DO NOT EXIST IN THIS STORY. TARA LEFT HIM AGAIN, BUT SHE STAYED IN TOWN. MY OC IS MINKA KELLY.
Jax's head was pounding, even the pillow under his head was too hard this mornin, his eyes felt glued shut, the very light hurt his closed eyes, just like it did every morning since she left, a fuckin again. He sat up rubbed his hand over his face and grimaced and grabbed the bottle pain pills and popped a couple in his mouth and chased them down with a healthy gulp of Jack. Ever since Tara left him again all he did was drink, smoke weed and fuck the crow eaters and fight. And he didn't care in which order either. But today he had to get his shit collective together, he had to meet with Laroy at midnight and he had to be sharp.
Jax stumbled into the shower and scrubbed the smell and accumulation of days of weed, booze, dried blood and whores off of him. He had to find a way to snap himself out of his fuckin shit, pull himself out of this black hole he had been digging steadily for himself. He let the water run over his aching back. Once the water ran cold he got out. He had a few hours until his meeting. He might as well be of some use so he thought he would go work on a car or two before then, he would use the time to try and order his mind.
Jax was elbow deep in engine grease and parts when Tig came and got him for the meeting. They had to go meet him about the latest gun shipments. Just Jax and Tig rode out to Oakland. They had just finished their meeting and were walking out the back door of the bar when a tiny black haired girl wearing a short black frayed jean skirt and combat boots topped with a silk blood red halter top that tied around her neck skipped past them holding a wooden baseball bat, giggling.
She climbed on the hood of Laroy's car and started bashing the windshield with the bat. Tig and Jax ran over and Tig grabbed her and pulled her off the car. He set her down on her feet and she kicked him in the shin hard. His face looked murderous. Jax had went around and stood behind her.
His view was perfect to see her tattoo. It was an eight ball but in the middle it had 1-9ers on it. Before he could warn Tig, his temper had got the best of him and he had already back handed her. Her head snapped to the side and she could feel the blood running down her face. She went dead still and just turned her head to look at him. His rings had cut open her face and she had blood in the corner of her mouth.
Jax came around to stand next to Tig and was rooted to the spot by a huge pair of emerald green eyes, set in a tiny perfect porcelain face.
The girl smiled evilly, tilted her head down looked up at Tig through her thick lashes and said "You, hit like a little bitch." She spat the blood at his feet. Before he could say or do anything, the back door flew open. Laroy and two guys ran out with their guns drawn and pointed at Jax and Tig. Laroy walked over and looked at the girl's face. "Fuck! What the hell did you do to her?" Laroy asked Jax. Jax and Tig had both raised their hands. Laroy's gaze snapped over to Tig, who was grinning madly.
"Did you see what this little bitch did to your fuckin car man?" He asked him. Laroy turned and looked at his car. He ran his hands over his head. Before he could even say anything the girl turned to him. "And just what time is it, humm?" She asked him. Laroy looked at his watch. "One am, shit." He said with a heavy sigh. "And just what were you doing at twelve?" She asked him. Laroy looked down at the ground.
"That's what I thought. Give it up; you know the rules, come on hand it over to me." She held out her hand, tapping her foot in her impatience, Laroy dug in his pocket and pulled out his wallet. He handed her a credit card and she kissed him on the cheek. "You deal with whatever this is, I gotta go, and some of us do have to be responsible adults around here." She told him handing him the bat and skipping off. Jax turned to watch her go. Her ass looked mighty fine in that skirt. Jax was the first one to speak. "What the hell was that all about anyways?" He asked.
Laroy chuckled shook his head and the other two lowered their guns. "That my friends, was Sin. Don't ever piss her off, if you can find her best side, stay the hell on it, she runs a tight fuckin ship. Jax and Tig eyed Laroy's car. The windshield was busted in and she had even jumped up and down on the hood and top a few times. "Sin?" Jax echoed. Laroy nodded. "She's a fuckin big ole bucket of crazy but we grew up together, toughest bitch I ever seen. She runs my version of crow eaters. She's tiny but they fear her cause of the crazy thing, shit you just never know what she'll do or how far she is willin to go. Now, what are we going to do about what he did to her face?" Laroy asked, pointing at Tig.
"Man you got to be fuckin kiddin me; she just like killed your windshield, and what do you mean what are we gonna do about her face?" Said Tig looking like he just could not believe what Laroy had just said.
"What do you think I mean? You busted up her face. How is she supposed to draw men in my clubs with a messed up face?" Laroy said. Jax sighed and ran his hand over his closely shaved hair. "We'll give you twenty percent off your next three shipments." He told Laroy. Tig's eyes bugged out and he opened his mouth to say something. Jax cut him off with a glare. Laroy nodded and him and the two guys walked back into the club. Jax and Tig took off for the club house.
Sin sighed as she walked into the house she shared with Laroy. She kicked off her combat boots and untied her top. She slipped of her top and her skirt. She changed into her comfiest PJ's.'s and made her way to the bathroom. She looked in the mirror. There was blood all over her cheek. She carefully cleaned it off. There was three cuts on her face. She hissed as she started to clean it.
The front door opened and she heard Laroy call for her. "Bathroom." She yelled. Laroy walked in and took the cotton ball from her hand. He gently cleaned the cuts and put butterfly bandages on them. They made their to the couch and turned on a horror movie. "I can't keep doing this. Being Sin is starting to wear on me. I need to get away." She told him as he rubbed her feet. Laroy sighed. "I know. I can tell it's becoming to much for you. I bought a house in Charming and put it in your name. It's fully furnished and the fridge is stocked." He told her pulling a key from his pocket. Sin let out a squeal and launched herself on his lap.
THE NEXT DAY
Sin walked around the house. It was huge. It had three bedrooms and four bathrooms. It also had a pool and a hot tub. She was going to have to go shopping to fill the closet however. Good thing she still had Laroy's credit card. She climbed in the car and headed to the mall. She wasn't paying attention and a motorcycle pulled out in front of her and came to a stop. They stopped to close to her and she rear ended the bike. "Fuuuuuuck" Sin said climbing out of the car.
Jax climbed off his bike ready for a fight. He was taken off guard when Sin climbed out of the car. She looked at the bike and didn't see any damage. She dragged her eyes away from the bike and her heart dropped. It was the guy from last night. "Could be worse. Could be the crazy eyed one." She thought.
Jax looked at her cheek. She had three angry looking gashes from Tig's rings. He was extremely curious why she was in Charming. "What are you doing here?" He asked her walking closer. She eyed his chest almost hungrily. "Down girl. Just because it's been two years since you had any dick doesn't mean you should jump him. Even though you want to so bad you can feel it." For some reason he didn't have his cut on. He had on a nice tight wife beater. His arms were huge.
Sin snapped out of it and looked at his face. "I'm here on a small vacation." She told him. He couldn't tear his eyes off her legs. She was taller then he first thought. She looked about five feet eight inches. She was wearing a tight pair of cut offs and a simple tank top. She bit her lip and Jax thought that was the hottest thing he had ever seen.
Sin couldn't tear her eyes away from his chest. The wife beater was stretched as tight as it could go. She could see every single muscle he had. She mentally fanned herself. " Calm down. Do not jump the sexy biker." She told herself. Jax smirked. He could tell exactly what she was thinking. What she didn't know however was that he was telling himself not to kiss her till she forgot who she was.
"Since there seems to be no damage, I'm just going to be on my way. "She told him climbing back in her car and pulling away. Jax watched her go in disbelief. Most women would jump on him. She had ran from him like she was on fire. Jax loved a good challenge and it seemed she was going to make him work for it.
Jax was growing tired of one night stands. He was ready to try a relationship again. He could see through her walls. She wasn't really crazy. She only acted like it so people would fear her. He knew all about walls. They keep you safe, but they also keep you lonely. He knew that all too well.