Warm California air whirled through Ainsley's blonde hair as her 'Cuda's 425 horses stampeded down the highway. The sound of her engine purring over Skid Rows "midnight tornado" set a fire off in her lower abdomen. A smile slipped across her face as her left hand tightened around the steering wheel and her right smoothed down her copilots blue fur. As her foot pressed harder on the gas pedal propelling her forward, smoke began billowing out of her front end. "fuck" she muttered closing in on her new homestead. Charming most certainly wasn't new york. The towns small time charm made her want to puke. She pulled the Cuda over into a seemingly empty parking lot outside a barber shop and stepped out of the car. Leaning under the hood she did what she had to when suddenly Kovu barked to get her attention. She looked up to see a small group of leather clad men gawking at her. The one on the left was big, with long kinky hair and a beard to match, the other two were much slimer..the one on the right was nicely tanned with a stupid looking mohawk. And the one in the center had unruly black hair and a hooked nose "can I help you with something" she asked agitation setting into her bones. The three men smiled at her as they stepped forward. The one in the center bent down over the hood beside her and Kovu started growling, his shaded gaze burned into her as she tightened bolts and dug through her engine. "I think I should be asking you that sweetheart" he joked his gruff voice vibrating through her as the smell of booze and pussy overwhelmed her senses. Her cold glare avoided his as she stood up. Putting on the fakes smile she could she turned to him "you really can't" she said sardonically. He tipped his glasses down so his ice blue eyes pierced hers. "you don't belong under there darling. You belong under me" he winked. She instantly dropped the chrome hood slamming his fingers between the metal. He yelped in pain pulling his now bloody hand to his chest "you crazy bitch" he growled while the other two laughed. He glared at them and they instantly stopped. "I'll be seeing you around bitch" he growled walking away. She could see His hand grab at his crotch as he walked away what she also noticed was the reaper patch on his back with the words sons of anarchy across the shoulders and a dark feeling shivered down her back. Not again she thought and drove off leaving the three of them in a plume of dust. The remainder of the day she expected a bullseye on her back, being in a small town there was no way the bikers wouldn't be looking for her. But as the day progressed she was unharmed. As for her cuda. She didn't yet have the tools to fix it and unfortunately had to take it to the nearest shop.
Teller-Morrow was short of what she expected. Pulling up to the garage a lanky guy rushed to her aid as she stepped out of the car. He shook his Sandy hair out of his eyes "can I help you" he asked. She studied him for a second, puppy dog eyes and all and laughed. "do you even know what this is" she asked bemused he looked offended "do you?" he retorted. Her gaze narrowed as Kovu lunged out of the car he took a couple steps back fear lacing his glare. "step to me like that again boy and he'll rip you apart. Intake valve. Fix it" she said innocently
As her words cut off, the thunderous sound of bikes filled the air as a hoard zoomed in. "great" she growled as she recognized their patches. She had unknowingly walked into their club. "I knew you wanted a piece of me"the familiar voice of the biker from earlier rang through her ears. She grit her teeth and punched him square in the jaw knocking him to the ground. The others oohhhhd as he got up. "get me that fucking valve kid" she growled and walked off the lot Kovu close by her side.
After returning to her newly acquired 2 bedroom shit hole of a house she slipped out of her dress and pulled on a pair of jeans and an old button teeshirt. Blasting the glamiest metal she could find she started dicking around her garage messing around with the punching bag that was down there. The music was so loud she never even heard the bikes pull into her driveway. But once a hand gripped her shoulder she was all too aware of the intrusion and swung around. The black haired biker caught her arm "not gunna get me this time baby" he cooed. She ripped her arm out of his grasp "the fuck you want" she growled turning down her music. He deviously grinned and backed her into a wall "I want that sweet pussy you're toting around" he said brushing his hand down her zipper. Kovu was instantly by her side growling and Ainsley head butted the fucker sending him backwards, with a swift kick to the chest he went tumbling backwards onto the pavement. "come on baby just one ride" he teased. She straddled him and her fist must've connected with his face four or five times, his eyes rolled back in his head and she could feel the bulge swell in his pants. He was enjoying it far too much. Her hands fisted his kutte and pulled his head off the ground "let's get one thing straight motherfucker, I'm not some pussy cat for you to dangle your pathetic little rope in front of. I can and will cut you in half if you don't show some Fucking respect. Got it asshole?" she said through grit teeth. He smiled a bloody smile "marry me" he mused and she slammed his head back onto the ground before getting up. "scoop your friend off my driveway before I do it for you" she growled and walked to her front door. "you got a name" the battered biker asked shakily standing up. "no" she barked and went inside.