Harley Moretti was born and raised in Milan, Italy. She was born to Giovanni Moretti and Dulce Cacuzza. Harley is the youngest of four kids, but the only girl. She was gifted the name mafia princess. The Moretti and Cacuzza family was a very well-known mob family. They had ties with the ATF, DEA, FBI, CIA, and any local law enforcement in the cities and states in which they resided. Chicago, Detroit, New York, Miami, Southern California and of course Italy were where they had businesses. Although known to be very ruthless, people had a lot of respect for them. Harley was the child prodigy, with an IQ of 200; she also had an eidetic memory. Harley finished high school at the age of thirteen, she then attended Bocconi University of Law, where she graduated by the time she was sixteen. A lot of things came naturally to Harley. Since she had finished her schooling, Harley took the bar exam for every state that her family had business in, passing the first time. She was then taught the family business. She went through self-defense training, and military style boot camp. She had to be tough, sharp and confident, and she learned to speak seven different languages as well as cook like a chef in a five star restaurant.

When Harley was eighteen, her family moved to Miami, Florida, she started working for the mayor's office, learning how the government worked and storing information to use later in life. Harley then decided to go back to school and took up business and economic courses. She wanted to be a jack of all trades. She already knew how to hack into computers and code. She was everything that she needed to be, spoiled, sophisticated, sexy, classy, all in all, she was a force to be reckoned with. By the time Harley was twenty-two, she had achieved any and everything and she just wanted to relax for a while. She never had a boyfriend and that was because she never wanted one, plenty tried but all failed. Harley was the epitome of female perfection, she was 5'7", olive toned skinned, hour-glass shaped, bubble shaped round ass, warm cognac brown eyes, a round face, full pouty lips, a button nose, and full silky black hair that stopped just above her breasts. She was a beauty and she knew it, but it didn't make her, she had such a nice personality but just don't cross her.

Around the age of twenty-four, Harley started working at her uncle's law firm and quickly made partner. She worked the high profile cases and was bringing in the big bucks. She had just won the most talked about case; the mayor of Miami hired Harley to be his attorney. He was being charged with felony battery and assault and murder. She got him acquitted of all charges and he got his position as mayor back. Harley Moretti was a beast and everyone knew it. Her family was proud of her and they loved that she was doing what made her happy. As a celebration, Giovanni Moretti sent his daughter on a vacation to anywhere she wanted. Harley took that vacation and found herself in Nevada; her family had a vacation home there in Incline Village. Upon arrival at the 30,000 square foot Italian styled mansion, Harley went up to her room to shower and change. She was going out to have fun.

Dressed in a pair of knee high lace Louboutin's, white high waist shorts, a black silk tank top, and a white quarter length blazer, Harley sprayed on her signature scent of Lancôme Hypnose, grabbed her fire red Birkin bag and headed out. Harley jumped into her '66 red candy painted Chevelle convertible and drove the 36 miles to Reno. She pulled up to a bar called Red Rock Bar, parked her ride and walked up to the bouncer and walked inside. The bar was crowded and people were having fun, she spotted the pool table and knew she had to get some of that action. Walking up to the bar, Harley ordered a tequila sunrise and told the bartender to keep them coming as she made her way to the pool table. When she arrived, she saw a lot of different faces, all trying to get to know her, but Harley's eyes zeroed in on the man that had shoulder length blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He had some pain and sadness in them but Harley had to know who he was. She had seen a lot of sexy men but something about this one made her body ignite, she had to clench her thighs to some friction because the way he looked at her made her want to do rude things to him.

Harley made her way over to him and gave him one of the smiles she was known for giving that made men weak in the knees, she walked right up to him, invading his personal space and said

"Hi, I'm Harley."

Jax had seen her the moment she stepped into the bar; he was with his best friend Opie. Jax was telling him how sexy she was but she looked to be out of his league, so when she made her way over to the pool table and they locked eyes, Jax knew he had to have her. He was used to having any girl he wanted but he was tired of fucking crow eaters and sweet butts while only seeing Tara's face. He knew if he had his chance with this beauty in front of him, he wouldn't even be thinking of Tara. So he gave her his panty dropping smirk and said

"Hey darling, name's Jax."

"Well Jax, can I play a game of pool with you?"

Jax smirked again and said

"Are you any good?"

Harley took his que stick from his hands, kissed his cheek and said

"Let's make a deal, if I win, we do whatever I want. How's that sound?"

"And if you don't?" Jax asked.

"Then we'll do whatever you want. Deal or no deal Jax?" Harley purred seductively.

"Oh darling, I'm all in. Deal"

An half hour later, after teasing Jax the entire night with light rubs and brushes against his body, Harley only had to sink the 8 ball and the game was hers. She aimed her pool stick and looked at Jax smiling seductively, while holding each other's gaze; Harley made the shot and walked towards Jax.

"Ready Jax? I do believe I won?"