Chapter 1

I rolled into a small town called Charming, it was 4am I had been driving for hours and now seemed a good idea to pull over before I fell asleep at the wheel. I had left Nevada and hadn't a clue where I was driving too. I had found my chance to leave and took it, taking my stash of cash from a sealed bag I hid in the toilet system and my glock 19 I had hidden in a shoe box the back of my wardrobe. I had stood with it with the safety off contemplating killing myself and the son of a bitch I had spent the last 6 years of my life with. I don't know why but my Nan popped in my head and made me realize it wasn't worth it, so I grabbed my bag, that had been packed for a year, and quietly slipped out.

I parked up outside a diner and sat contemplating life for at least 20 minutes, I let out a long sigh and got out the car. I had my purse with my bag of money and glock in and headed towards the diner, I noticed a few bikes out front and saw guys inside with leather on and stopped myself. Should I go in, these dudes looked scary as fuck, but after a few seconds I realized these pricks could be no where near as scary as the prick I almost shot, whilst he was passed out in our bed, so I headed inside nervously. A I walked through the door everyone stopped and stared, I had forgotten I was sporting two black eyes, busted lip and a blood soaked vest top. I slid into a booth and checked the menu, I flinched as the waitress came over and barked "what can I get you?".

"I'll have a milky coffee and the eggs Benedict" I said.

"anything else?" she asked.

"No I'm good thank you" I smiled, which hurt like hell because of my bruised cheek. She poured me some water, I fished out the painkillers from my purse and took them with a gulp of water.

I saw the bikers starring at me and I felt nervous, I shifted in my seat and looked at the magazine that was on the table. I wasn't taking the words in, I had read the same line 15 times and still had no clue what it was about. The waitress bought my coffee over, as I poured sugar into it I heard someone clear their throat. I looked up to see one of the bikers standing at the table, he was a tall guy, long blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He smiled at me "do you mind darlin?" he asked gesturing to take a seat.

"sure what ever" I said, pulling my bag close.

"that's an interesting accent you have, where you from babe?" he asked, taking a seat.

"England originally, I've lived in the states 10 years" I said

"that's cool, I haven't seen you around here before have you been in town long?"

"just passing through" I replied holding my mug in both hands.

"what happened here?" he asked gesturing to my face and blood soaked top.

" I'd rather not talk about it" I replied starring at my mug.

"fair enough darlin', so how long you in town for?" he asked.

"I was just going to find a motel rest for a few hours get cleaned up and then head out" I said.

"where you heading to?" he asked.

"to tell the truth I have no idea" I said and sipped my coffee.

"I can hook you up with a place to stay for the night, I'm not hitting on you and by the looks of that glock in your purse, It's safe to say you ain't a lady to be messed with" he laughed.

"I'll be fine" I said.

"I know you will, but you don't seem in the right frame of mind to be driving the 8 miles to the nearest motel and by the looks of that car you got out front, that won't be making it either" he smirked.

"why you being so nice to me?" I asked.

"because you're in my town beat up to shit, covered in blood, it's 4am and I'm a sucker for a damsel in distress, so when you've eaten I'll take you to the club house and in the morning I'll get one of my guys to have a look at the broke ass Camaro and then you can be on your way" he smiled.

"thank you" I smiled halfheartedly.

"Its, Jackson by the way" he said holding his hand out.

I shook it " Stacey"

"well Stacey, I'm going to leave you to eat and then you can follow me to the club house" he winked. I ate my eggs and finished my coffee. Jackson and his biker boys came over "you ready?" he asked.

"as I'll ever be" I sighed.

"well these are my boy's Tig, Bobby, Chibs and this is Juice" he said nodding to the Puerto rican looking guy, he was sporting a Mohawk and head tattoos and he didn't seem as scary as the other guys. He smiled at me and said "hey!" I got up and bashed my bruised ribs against the table, I groaned and fell back down clutching my side.

"are you OK?" Juice said lunging towards me and I flinched."I ain't gonna hurt you" he pulled up my top slightly, he's eyes widened when he saw the extent of my injury's.

"we need to get you to the hospital" he said.

"No I'm fine" I said.

"at least let Jax's old lady to check you over" Juice said " please" he said sincerely. I trusted Juice, he had kind eyes, so I let him help me up and to the car.