A/N: I do not own the characters recognized from Sons of Anarchy. Kurt Sutter - genius extraordinaire created them and they belong to him.
Enjoy! - WIP
The Blacker The Berry
by: Writing In Purple
Prologue
I ran out of the house in a white tank top and black leggings figuring I'd have time to change into jeans and a work tank before my shift at the bar started at 5 o'clock. I jumped in my ride, turned the key and NOTHING happened. It was the third time that month my car was dead and I couldn't even begin to think what was wrong with it. As I got out of the car and locked it I thought about calling my roommate Michaela for a ride but remembered that she was working in the ER so she wouldn't be able to leave to pick me up. I couldn't afford to waste any more time so I threw my bag over my shoulder and, thanking God I had gym shoes on, I started jogging the mile or so to my job.
By the time I flew through the door of the Dirty Bird I was only about 5 minutes late. Nevertheless I was late and Candy the day manager, also my boss, had me in her cross hairs immediately.
"What the hell! You're late again! How do you know I didn't have somewhere to go? I am so tired of you not giving a shit about anyone else that works here! I'm calling Kenny." She walked around the bar to get the phone but a customer interrupted her asking for another drink. I was glad because I was still catching my breath.
"Candy, come on. This time I had no control over it. I left a half hour early and my car was dead. I had to run here! I'm sorry, I really am." I put my arms over my head until my breathing evened out.
"Whatever, I'm so tired of this! I won't call Kenny this time because I have a date tonight and I don't want to have to work all day AND all night. If this happens again I promise you, you're gone!" She smiled when she said the last part and my stomach turned. She really hated me.
"Thank you Candy. Again, I'm so sorry." Another customer came up to the bar to order another drink and I was suddenly aware of how many people were actually in the bar with us. Embarrassed, I turned and walked through the swinging door into the back where my change of clothes was waiting in the break room.
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About 5 minutes later I had changed into a pair of jeans and a black tank top that said Dirty with a white bird under it. I checked the little window in the door to see if Candy was sufficiently occupied. I saw her talking to one of the guys in the local motorcycle club that she had a thing for. I figured she wouldn't miss me so I grabbed my cigarettes and crept quietly out the back door to the alley. I sat on my usual crate and took a deep breath to calm myself. I didn't want to start my shift all anxious and worked up. Just after I lit my cigarette I heard footsteps coming around the corner. Thinking it was Candy coming to bust me for taking an "unauthorized break" I was about to flick my smoke when I saw a familiar face.
"I figured I'd find you back here." He put his hands in his pocket and rocked back on his heels.
"If you're going to ask me out again you know what the answer is, it's always the same." I took a drag of my cigarette, trying my best not to stare.
"No, it's not that this time. I heard you tellin' your boss your car died. Did it really? Or were you just sayin' that?" He shuffled his feet a little and leaned on the wall next to me.
"Yeah, the third time this month! Piece of shit. Why?" I raised my eyebrows at him.
"Well, I'm a mechanic." He gave me a look as if to say "duh".
"And?" I took another drag of my cigarette and made smoke Os.
"Here" He handed me a card that said Teller-Morrow Automotive & Motorcycle Repair. "Call the office and tell them where to pick up your car. I'll work on it personally, if you're nicer to me." He shot me a huge grin and I had to look at the ground to keep myself from swooning.
"I know a guy that does the work for half of what you guys charge at TM. Plus, I'm not letting you do me any favors. God knows what you'll ask for in return you perv. Thanks though." I winked and got up to go back inside.
"Come on, I'm not trying to hit on you by offering you auto service Hazel. I'm just being nice. Can't a guy just be nice to a girl and not want something in return?" He looked so good in his tight white t-shirt and dark grey Dickies I was having a hard time staying focused on rejecting him.
"Not in my world! Men always want something from women it's in your DNA. Whether it's now or later you all want something out of the deal…" I bit down on my entire bottom lip to distract myself from what I was feeling just looking at him. "I gotta get in there before Candy realizes I'm not just in the back changing and freaks out." I opened the door and smiled at him.
"Just call Gemma in the office and tell her your address, you don't have to do anything else. I promise I'll make sure it's not a penny over what that other guy would charge you." He was damn cute and I felt my resolve waning.
"Thanks, but no thanks. It was a really good try Juice. I'll see you around." I winked at him again and went inside. When the door closed I stood against the wall just inside it and tried to even out my breathing. It was getting really difficult to hold my ground. I wasn't sure how many more times I could say no. Despite my hard and fast rule of only dating and hanging out with non-bikers I found myself undeniably attracted to a very sexy one that wouldn't stop asking me out.