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Jamie snorted laying down the book she was reading. "Stupid Bella can't exist without a boyfriend" she thought derisively. "Doesn't she know you don't need one?"

She continued this train of thought as she got ready for the evening, tight black shirt, tight black pants, black boots, and black gloves, with her long brown hair pulled up under a black hat. She smiled as she took out her prized possessions, three long, deadly knives, named droch (wicked) Géar (sharp) and fulaingt (suffering), and a matte black semi-automatic named luas (speed).

She sheathed the knives, before sticking her gun in the back of her pants. She donned a thin black jacket and headed downstairs where her dad was waiting over soup.

"Hey dad"

"Hey pumpkin" he replied passing her a portfolio

"Really?" she raised her eyebrows seeing her target "I know the Mexicans have been disrespecting us but he's hardly worth it, one of the lowest gang members"

"I understand what you're saying but killing him sends a message without starting a war" he explained

"Your right" Jamie conceded "will you be at the clubhouse later?"

"Of course, I wouldn't miss a patch in party for the world" he laughed

Their newest member, Jesse, had just patched in that morning and the club would be throwing an all-nighter to celebrate.

"As soon as the body drops I'll be there" she promised

"Better get going" he told her, and she did.

SOASOASOA

She fastened her helmet, climbed on to her bike and took off, killing the engine when she was a block away to avoid alarming them.

"La hermandad oscura" or the dark brotherhood had been dealing crank and pussy in the small town of Cunningham California and Machas children would have none of it. All the pussy was theirs and as for drugs, they didn't cross the town limit.

Kissing the pentagram she wore around her neck for luck Jamie crept around the back of the house listening intently for any noise. Snoring. She almost laughed when she heard it. It was just like la hermandad oscura, to not only leave their lowest member at the house where they were dealing, but for him to be alone and asleep. She hoisted herself through a window, left open in the heat, and silently moved to the living room where she found the gangster asleep on the couch. She drew Droch and slit his throat in one swift, practiced stroke.

She took nothing from him but the change from his pocket, an offering to Macha the Celtic goddess of death whose shrine stood inside the chapel doors.

Despite being only twenty she was a killer, born and raised, and had killed more people than most of the club members. She preferred simple assassinations, but that didn't mean she couldn't do shoot outs.

Satisfied she returned the way she came and went back to her bike, sending her dad a text which read simply "on the way" to let him now she had succeeded.

"I should probably change" she realized looking down to see a bit of blood on her pants. She returned home where she showered quickly and dressed in a pair of tight jeans and a deep purple tank top which showed her cleavage nicely. She combed out her long curly brown hair leaving it loose to hang down to the middle of her back, and grabbed the most important piece of clothing she owned, her cut.

The last patch in party had been hers. Machas children was a nondenominational club that accepted women just as freely as men. In fact Jamie's mom had been president before she died of cancer. It was her who taught Jamie to shoot and to kill.

They children were formed at the same time as their sister club, the sons of anarchy.

Jamie's mom had served as a medic in Vietnam and had patched up John Teller and Piney Winston on more than one occasion. They had formed a strong bond and had remained in contact long after the war ended.

"I wonder how Uncle Piney is" she mused looking at the picture of the three of them which hung on the wall in the hallway.

SOASOASOA

Jamie arrived at the club house and was greeted by loud raucous laughter as the newly patched member, Ken, tried to drink two beers at once.

"Congratulations brother" Jamie called out laughing as he spilled beer on himself.

"Thanks" he smiled happily. Ken was a good kid, strong and cunning; he was just what the club needed.

"Can I get you a beer?" one of the sweetbutts asked

"Ya" she replied.

That was another difference, the club being male and female attracted male and female hang arounds.

Jamie had slept with quite a few of the men and a few of the women when she had been really drunk and someone talked her in to it.

The sweetbutt returned pressing a beer into her waiting hands

"Thanks" she said heading over to the pool table.

"Hey Jamie" called Jago the club president, "wanna play?"

"If you mean wanna lose to my president then ya sure I'll play" she joked back.

She liked Jago, the Mexican was young, only thirty five, and had been her mom's VP before she died. She liked the new VP too, Dani was cunning, a bit sly even, but she was level headed and loyal. The typical arrangement was male president, female VP or female president male VP.

"And that's twenty dollars to me" Jago declared triumphantly.

Jamie laughed and handed it over before going in search of more entertainment.

She joined Wren on the other side of the room and signaled a hang around to fetch her more beer.

"Who is that?" she asked the young Asian woman indicating the man on one of their strip poles.

"Not sure" she replied "he's pretty hot though"

"Hey! Dancer boy" Jamie called "you got a name?"

"Dallas"

"Like the place?" she asked

"My momma and daddy weren't too creative" he replied his voice twanging

"Well why don't you come over here and we'll see how creative you can be" Jamie beckoned, downing her beer.

Dallas grinned and allowed himself to be led back to Jamie's dorm.

"No" she thought as Dallas unhooked her bra with his teeth "you definitely don't need a boyfriend"

let me know what you think. also, five points to the first person to figure out where Jamie's name (Jamie Methrick) comes from!