Giavonnia knew she was screwed, she was currently being suspended from a rafter, by her arms. She wondered what happened to the dumb assessment hired to protect her. It wasn't the first time and it wouldn't be the last time, she'd have to save herself. Looking down, she winced at her dress, the bastards had stripped her down to her boy short panties, and bra, they'd even taken her shoes, fuckers.
She reached her hands up, pulling herself up, trying to work the knots loose. She heard the door open, she let's out a long line of curse words that would make her mother blush. She dropped back down, to hang just off the floor.
A Latino stood in front of her smiling. "Tell us how to get a hold of Von, and we won't hurt you!"
"Fuck off asshole!" She was rewarded with a slap across the face. Giavonnia laughed at him, she swing her legs kicking him in the chest. Laughing when he fell backwards, she continued to swing, picking up momentum, he was cursing at her in Spanish. She kicked him in the face, knowing she had loosened tge ropes, holding her, she fave a good yank. She fell to the floor, freeing herself, from the rafter above.
The Latino, jumped up pulling a knife on her. "For fuck sake! Just lay down so I don't have to kill you!"
He laughed as he lunged at her "Such a pity to cut up such a beautiful woman!" She grabbed his wrist as the knife came close to her, twisting it until it snapped. He dropped the knife, she held his wrist, slamming him into the wall. She picked up the knife, flipping him to his back, she glared into his eyes.
"Don't ever fucking under estimate your opponent!" She plunged the knife into his chest, getting up she walked towards the door. "Now to find my fucking clothes!"
She walked down the darkened hall, opening closed doors slowly, trying to find her clothes and maybe a phone so she could call Mia to come get her ass. She opened the door to find four more Latinos. "Fucking perfect!"
They jumped from the table, running towards her, she slammed the door shut running down the hall. Not paying attention to where she was going, she ran into a solid mass, falling to the floor. She looked up to see an older gentlemen towering over her. She noticed his facial scars, and his beard, she could see he wasn't Latino, but she didn't know if he was friend or foe.
"Fuck me running!"
"Not right now darlin, but maybe later!" He gave her his hand pulling her ip, pushing her behind him, as the four Latinos came near them. "Stay behind me, love."
She rolled her eyes, just what she needed some macho ass. She heard heavy foot steps coming down the stairs behind her, she was pushed against the wall. Ten other men came down the stairs, she was lifted off her feet, and carried out of the building.
"I can walk thank you!" She was deposited into a black van, tge door was slammed shut, and it took off. "Can you tell me where the fuck you're taking me?" The driver didn't answer, she sat in the back of the van, in her underwear, getting more pissed by the second.
She was full on in a rage, when the van turned into a parking lot, coming to a stop by a building. The door opened and a tall dark haired woman was staring at her. "I'm Gemma, and you are?"
"Gia."
"Let's find you some clothes." Gia climbed out of the van, not ashamed of being just in her underwear, it covered everything.
"If I could use your phone, I can be out of your hair!"
"Sorry, but tge guys are going to want to know why the Mayans had you!"
"So those are the fucktards that grabbed me!"
"Why did they grab you?:
"I will explain all when your guys get back. If I could use your phone, I need to contact my people." Gemma showed inside the club house, providing her with a t-shirt, and sweat pants, she handed her a phone.
"Burner?"
"Of course?" Gemma raised her eyebrows at her, wondering what secrets she had that she needed a burner. Gia walked away to get some privacy, dialing a number she knew by heart, she waited for an answer.
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"Who the hell is this?"
"Gia."
"Where the fuck ate you? The boys are looking for you!"
"I got grabbed by the Mayans, got away, and I'm not sure what I am now."
"Where are you? I'll come get you!"
"Bring me some clothes, and shoes. I'm with the Sons of Anarchy."
"Shit Gia! You have a meeting with their prez today."
"Fuck me running! Get your ass to their headquarters, with everything I need for the meeting. Things just got interesting."
"What do I tell the boys?"
"Not a damn thing, I got grabbed on their watch. Bring Angel, and Tonya with you."
"See you in fifteen Gia." She ended the call, walking over to Gemma, handing her the phone, smiling.
"Everything okay?"
"Fine, my girls are coming to get me."
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Chibs was thinking about the woman from eariler, she had a tight body. When she bounced off of him, she felt her muscles, he could see them as he helped her up from the floor. She came up to right under his chin, her hair was long and wavy. In the darkened hallway, he couldn't see her eye color but he thought they might be dark.
She showed no fear, she was running from Mayans and there was no fear. Even when he pushed her behind him, she wasn't afraid. He was jealous of the Rat, that picked her up, and carried her to the van. He wanted to feel her body next to his, it didn't help she was wearing only her underwear.
He knew she'd still be at the clubhouse, when they got back. They needed to find out her connection to the Mayans. He was standing by Jax, getting ready to ride back.
"Our meeting with De Rousse, has been moved to the club house." Jax said.
"Why?"
"Didn't say?"
Maybe he'd get to know the dark haired beauty after all, after they questioned her, maybe he could convince her to stay. He'd meet with De Rousse, then go back to her. He smiled as he climbed on his bike, riding towards the clubhouse.
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