Disclaimer-I do not own the show Sons of Anarchy or any of its characters. They belong to the talented Mr. Kurt Suttter. I make no profit from this; it's just a bit of fun.
Author's note- This was very first SOA fic, I hope you enjoy it! I am currently working on the sequel, which I'll post if there is interest. Please remember reviews are love!
Keelin exited the spa section of the health club where she worked. She was already annoyed about being pulled away from her break, but her annoyance surged when she saw the two men waiting at the front desk that had paged her. Standing against the counter in all their biker glory were her uncle Filip and Tig. She rolled her eyes, of course they had to show up at her work. She flashed a smile at the girl working the door, and escorted them in the back with her. On their way to the employee locker room she whirled around, "what in the bloody hell are you doing here?" She asked her Irish accent thick with frustration. Tig just winked at her. She contemplated cursing at her uncle in Gaelic but knew it was futile due to the difference from Scottish and Irish.
"We had business," her uncle said. Once in the locker room the boys did a sweep of the place making sure they were alone. Once they were sure they were alone Tig slipped off his sunglasses and clipped them to the wife-beater poking out from his blue mechanic style shirt. She licked her lip.
"Did you have to wear your fucking cut?" She asked regaining her anger after her momentary lust.
"I thought you liked my cut, baby," Tig said stepping closer to her. Out of the corner of her eye she saw her uncle shake his head. Tig had taken a liking to her since she showed up in Charming months ago. Her uncle Filip neither liked or disliked the attention, or didn't stand in the way of his Sons of Anarchy brother.
Deciding to plead to reason she turned to her uncle. "Are you trying to get me sacked? My boss is going to go mental when she finds out you lot showed up!"
"And I'm sorry for that. But we've a favor to ask," her uncle said. She let out a snort, she knew if they had shown up wearing their cuts their favor was SAMCRO related. And they sure as hell weren't asking, they were telling.
"I need you to alibi me," Tig said moving so he was the only thing in her line of sight.
"For Christ's sake," she said. "And what if I was actually seen on the night in question."
"It's more like we'll be setting up an alibi," Tig said.
"Aww you've a date then Tig. How much is this going to cost Clay? I hope she's worth every penny," Keelin said momentarily forgetting her place.
"I know where to buy my pussy where it doesn't come back knocking at my door…"
"Aye, south of the border," her uncle chimed in. Tig gave him a good natured smile.
"I wouldn't let that threaten my brothers," His eyes narrowed and he moved closer to her. For a brief second she was actually afraid Alex Trager was going to hit her. He waited until she had backed herself up against the wall to speak. "Don't worry I ain't going to hit you. Only if you asked me to, and I'd make sure you like it," he said in a low whisper. She felt her chest still heaving as he retreated.
"Tig has some business to handle, and we want to make sure if the law goes sniffing 'round we're covered," Filip said to diffuse the tension.
"What do you need?" Keelin asked.
"Thursday night you'll come to the clubhouse, we'll hang around for awhile then I'll go home with you," Tig said smirking.
"That's it?"
"You're on a need to know. That's all you need to know. And just come up with a good story if the law comes around. The Sons will back up anything you say."
"Tell me Alex Trager, how am I to provide an alibi only knowing you came home with me?"
He moved to her again, this time putting one hand beside her head leaning in. "The less you know the better you'll be. Make up the details as long as it ends in me spending the night."
"You're plan comes down to me letting people think I let the first bloke looking in my direction into my knickers. That kind of girl you want people to think your brother raised?" She asked her uncle.
"I know you're a good lass," he said in response.
"Oh I could fix that," Tig said earning him a punch in the arm.
She sighed. In the end she of course agreed. "Shit now you've made me late. The least you can do is make appointments for massages. Uncle Filip I'll make sure you get Heather, she'll suit you."
"Those massages, do they come with a happy ending?" Tig asked slipping his shades back on.
"Filthy yank," Keelin said showing them the door.