He heard the rumble of a bike pull into the driveway of TM Automotive. Now, that wasn't anything new but he wasn't expecting anyone else to pull in considering everyone in the club was already here either working or finishing setting up the re-built club house with the crow-eaters. Curious to see who was pulling in Chibs pushed back from the desk in the office and walked over to the doorway.

Pulling in was a 2010 Harley Davidson Sportster Iron 883. The bike was completely blacked out and it looked like it had the silencer set up throughout. He was too busy staring at the bike to notice that all the guys had stopped working on the bitch of a bike they were trying to fix in the garage at first.

"Aye! Get yer arses back to work boys." He hollered once the bike was parked and he peeled his eyes away. He noticed that Happy had a gun in his hand slightly hidden so he just nodded to the killer as if to tell him it was okay.

As he turned his attention back to the mysterious bike, he noticed that it was a woman climbing off the bike. She swung her leg off to stand up then reached up to pull her full face helmet off with her back facing everyone there. He noticed how her muscular legs showed through her tight jeans and how tall she stood as if she was just radiating confidence. When she took her helmet off her waist length wavy pale blonde hair fell down and he wondered to himself how she fit all of that in her helmet without feeling smothered. She placed her helmet on the handlebars, straightened her shirt and bent over to pull something out of the compartment on the opposite side of her bike.

He looked over at the guys seeing that, again, they weren't working on the car they were supposed to be. Instead they were all watching the tall woman bent over the bike and heart Tig whistle out. He shot a glare over and caused all the guys to laugh lowly and sink down back to work. He didn't need them focusing on the girl when that engine needed to be in working order by tomorrow afternoon.

He looked back over at the woman as she turned walking towards him with sunglasses on her face. He noticed that she was young but strong. Every movement she made you could see the muscles rippling under her clothes. She was wearing a leather jacket but it was unzipped revealing a black low cut V-neck t-shirt. He could see she was wearing a grey tank top under the shirt that seemed to press her chest up just a bit. All of the skin showing on her chest was covered with ink but he couldn't see exactly what it was yet. He laughed to himself figuring that her chest was the only part that had any fat on her whole body other than her round ass he was still wondering how she squeezed into her tight jeans.

Looking back up at her face he saw a faint scar running from her hair line down her face where it ended just below her jaw bone. Peeking out from the line of her jacket he could also see what looked like burn scars running up onto her neck but he was unsure how much further it went due to her clothes. She had black gloves on that she was taking off as she walked towards him. She had a stone cold look on her face and he wondered if that was how she was or if it was because of Tig hooting at her earlier. Either way it was impossible to know what she was thinking or why she was there.

As she got closer she pushed her sun glasses up pushing her hair out of her face. She looked up at Chibs and he instantly saw her bright blue piercing eyes. She didn't have any makeup on, not that she needed any. Her eyes reminded him of some of the woman back in Belfast. Her face was pale which made her scar stick out more especially now that her glasses weren't covering it at all.

"How can I help ya, Lass?" He half expect her to make a face with his thick Scottish accent but her face was still unmoved.

She stuck her hand out to him to shake his and said "My name is Riley. We had been e-mailing a bit about the open position here at the garage. We have an interview at 11. I know I am a little early."

He shook her hand and felt a surprised look cross his face. He had been answering e-mails and set up an interview but he had assumed Riley Morey was a man. He silently kicked himself for turning down the resume she had offered to send him via e-mail and could now see it was in her hand.

Her voice also surprised him. It was soft and very feminine but it also had a bite behind it. She was very confident and stood up straight with her head held high regardless of the fact the whole garage was now staring at her again. Chibs motioned for her to come into the office and turned to glare at the men trying to get a look at the woman who could possibly be here much more often than they had originally guessed.

"Do you mind if I take my jacket off? I'm used to the heat but I'm not used to wearing a leather jacket during it."

"Absolutely Lass. Go ahead and hang it there" as he pointed to the coat rack behind her. She nodded and slipped it off her shoulders as Chibs noticed she had a gun holster on underneath it. She noticed it and whipped around to look at him.

"I am so sorry, sir. I forgot I had this on. I'll take it off right now." Her voice faltering for the first time as she scrambled to take it off and hang it under her jacket. Chibs couldn't help but start laughing hysterically at her as he sat down in his chair. She looked at him with no expression in her face again almost gauging if she should pick the gun back up again.

"Lass, don't you be worrin' bout carryin'. No on here will even bat an eye." He watched her relax and sit down in the chair across from his desk he had just pulled over. He pulled his glasses down to his face so he could look at her resume. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that she sat perfectly still watching him with her hands placed on her lap.

"Tell me bout yerself Lass. Yer resume says ya just left tha Army?"

"Yes sir. I served for about 6 years. I was just stationed in Fort Hood, Texas when I was medically retired. I'm still fully capable though. I get headaches now and then from the head trauma I went through in Iraq. Hard time sleeping too so they gave me the boot. I wasn't a mechanic but I picked up a lot from my brother."

"Aye, I see you were a medic. Wouldn't hurt havin those skills around with these boys"

For the first time a small smile flashed on her face but as soon as it was there it was also gone. She straightened back up almost as if she needed to compose herself. He watched her for a second and looked back down at her resume seeing that she had joined the Army straight out of high school.

"New York eh?"

"Yes sir. Up near the Canadian border. I usually sound more Canadian than New Yorker until I get mad. Had a lot of friends from the city so I picked up a bit of the accent from them."

"I'm not sure we can deal with more accents Lass. Mine is bad enough." He made sure to smirk at her so she knew he was kidding. Though his accent was heavy he was interested to hear what her accent actually sounded like. He could imagine her getting mad at Tig and sounding like a Bronx spit-fire. Although she was calm and collected right now he could see in her eyes that she had a fiery passion deep in her soul.

"So yer brother taught you mechanics?"

"Yes sir. He took me in when I was 15 and told me I needed to learn how to survive on my own. Told me he wouldn't always be around to change my tires and my oil. Any free time we had we spend buried in the engine of his truck or working on his bikes."

"Aye. Well, I think I could give ya a chance. I wanna see how ya work though. Mind going with me to check on the lads in the garage? I'll test ya on some tools."

She stood up straight and he finally saw that both arms were covered with intricate tattoos. They seemed to be connected with whatever was on her chest as well. She walked over to her jacket and pulled out a hair tie flipping her hair up into a tight bun. He furrowed his eyebrows and just how proficient she was at making her long thick hair disappear. He motioned for her to walk through the door to the garage. When she passed him he saw that the scar was deep on her face and the burn mark stretched up back behind her head and into her hair line. He noted that she must have been talking about those scars when she talked about her injury in Iraq.

When they walked in Happy, Tig, Rat and another worker were all bent over into the engine cursing and bickering with each other about how to get the engine to fit.

"Chibs man. You must have ordered the wrong damn engine. This thing won't fit and it shouldn't take us this long to get it to fit." Tig said as he turned to Chibs and the woman who had been talking to him in the office.

"Riley, ya wanna see what ya think?"

"Yes sir."

Riley walked over to the other side of Tig and looked at what he was referring to. One of the bolts wasn't lining up right so she walked to the other side of the car seeing that the bolt on that side was connected. She looked at Happy and asked him for the wrench he had. He handed it to her with a stone look at his face that almost matched hers. She loosened the bolt and took it out. When she placed it in the palm of her hand and showed it to Chibs he could see that it was bent and deformed.

"I think this was pulling it wrong. Can you hand me another bolt?"

Happy handed her a bolt and she quickly placed it where she had just taken a bolt from. She walked back over to the trouble side and easily placed a bolt in that side too. She sat down on the roller and quickly pushed herself under the car to ensure that it was placed properly. She slid back up and nodded at Chibs once she stood up. He noticed that she didn't wipe her hands off regardless of the fact that she had grease on them.

"Well Riley, would ya like a job?"

She smiled slightly at Chibs and with a nod she stated "Yes sir. When would you like me to start?"

"Ya can hang out today to get a feel for everyone. We open at 8 every day. 5 days a work okay for ya?"

"Yes sir."

"Alright lets get yer paperwork going for ya."

As they turned to walk back into the office Chibs heard Tig say to Rat "I bet you fucked that up didn't ya? Had to have a girl come in and fix your shit. Get ta workin' before I make you my bitch Rat Boy!"