JUICE'S POV
Alvarez, Mayans pres, put a hit out on Clay. Clay was looking for revenge, but Alvarez was being heavily guarded, and no Son from any nearby chapter would be able to get a shot in. Today, Happy was supposed to be bringing the solution to our problems.
"I know someone. Name's Alex. Used to be connected to the Grim Bastards, but freelance now. No one will recognize them, no one will suspect them." Happy told us during an emergency meeting of church.
"This guy any good?" Clay asked him. We were desperate, and out of many options.
"The best." Happy told him. "They're looking for a new town to settle in, tired of being nomad. Maybe Charming's the place."
"Get him here." Clay declared.
That was a week ago, apparently this guy had been hard to track down. Happy said he'd be here by the end of the day. So we sat, drinking beers and smoking, waiting for this angel of death to come fix our issues. We stood as Happy pulled into the Teller-Morrow parking lot… with a chick behind him in an old Monte Carlo. A hot chick granted, but a chick. Only about 5'4" maybe 25, blonde hair pulled up into a long ponytail, curves in all the right places, emerald eyes, and pissed off look.
ALEX'S POV
'Great, another group of bikers. I give it five minutes before someone grabs my ass.' I thought to myself, getting out of the car. Happy was an old friend of sorts. We understood each other, understood the life. He told me these guys were in a bad spot, and more importantly, willing to pay for a hit. From the looks on their faces, Happy neglected to tell these boys that I was lacking a certain tool between my legs. It was going to be a long day.
"I didn't realize you were so easily distracted by a piece of ass." The grey haired gorilla of a man, with the pres patch said to Happy.
"You know me better than that. This, is Alex." Happy said, presenting me like a brand new car. I didn't bother saying anything, I highly doubted anything I said would make a difference.
"No way, Hap. We don't let women get mixed up in this kinda shit." The blonde 'VP' told him adamantly.
"You wanted the best, Alex is the best." Happy insisted. "Talk to the bastards if you need references."
"We gotta talk about this." Clay told his club, still not acknowledging my presence. He was going to be a lovely boss, I could tell. The men all walked towards the clubhouse. Happy turned around, motioning for me. I sat in the dirty bar area that reeked of either old beer or fresh piss, drinking a beer and smoking a cigarette, listening to the MC argue in their chapel. Finally, they walked back out. Clay approached me. "Happy says you've got skills. We need a demonstration. There's a piece of shit selling coke in Charming, mostly to high schoolers. This is third strike. You take him out, you get $5,000 and you get the big hit. You don't you get back in your car, and go back to wherever the fuck you came from."
He really was a charmer. I nodded at him, and he called over 'Juice', a nice looking piece of Hispanic man meat telling him to get me the info I need on my hit.
"Craig Kinnen. He deals out convenience store on 40. Gotta go up to counter, ask for Meg."He told me. I stared him down, surprisingly he didn't try to stare back, focusing instead on the computer. A biker without a big man ego? How unconventional. "Did you need to know anything else?" He asked, almost nervously. This man was an anomaly; he should be oozing confidence and swagger, especially around 'a piece of ass.'
"What's his record?" I asked him.
"Oh yeah, uh just the usual drug charges… and a statutory rape."
"He likes em young huh? Good to know." I started formulating a plan, almost forgetting about the hot guy sitting next to me, staring. Almost.
"Uh… Clay said he wants you wired." Juice told me, snapping me out of my thoughts.
"What?" I asked. I wasn't used to having my work questioned.
"Just precautions…" Juice said, this time he was definitely nervous. I decided to throw the guy a bone.
Sighing, I pulled out a necklace with a large cross pendant, handing it to him. He stared at it for a second, and then looked at me, confusion marring his pretty face. "It's got a camera." I told him flipping it over to show him.
"Oh, cool." He said excitedly, turning it on and working the computer magic I never understood to sync the two. When a picture of the bar appeared, I took the necklace back.
"Good to go?" I asked him.
"Yeah, are you… are you going now?"
"I've got some stuff to do first, but might as well get this shit over with. Besides I need the money, so I have a place to stay tonight." I told him.
"You could stay with me… if you didn't have somewhere lined up…" Juice offered. The puppy dog eyes were killing me.
"Maybe." I said noncommittally, walking out to my car to start 'proving myself.' Again.
JUICE POV
I got tasked with watching the computer until something interesting happened, and so far, nothing had. Alex had pulled into some clothing store high school girls seemed to love, pulling out a few clothes and paying, asking to use their dressing room. Figuring the guys would appreciate a half naked chick, I called them over, and I was right. With the mirror, we got a full shot as she pulled her shirt off, revealing a tattoo of stars down her side. Very hot. She paused after unzipping her jeans, looking at the mirror. "I don't think so." She said, flipping the pendant so the screen went black. We groaned, and everyone else went back to what they were doing, leaving me to watch the screen alone again. After a while, her car pulled into the convenience store lot.
"Show time guys."
ALEX POV
I walked into the Pac N Sac ,hoping that I could still pass for 17. The heavily tattooed balding and slightly pot bellied man at the counter seemed to think highly of me, licking his lips as I walked by. Gag me. I grabbed a pack of gum and went to the counter, leaning over just slightly to show a little cleavage. "Is there anything else you need little lady."
"Actually." I said with a nervous smile and a giggle. "I was looking for Meg."
"Oh yeah?" He asked, leaning closer. His breath smelled like cat food.
I bit my lip and looked down at the counter before looking back innocently and nodding. He laughed in my face, something that I should have beat his head on the counter for, and pointed to the back room. "Meg's back there sweetheart."
"Thanks!" I told him, rolling my eyes when I turned my back on him. I walked through the door, and sitting in a small break room, smoking a joint, his feet on the table was a skinny guy with a buzz cut and more racist tattoos than you could count. I cleared my throat, and he stood up quickly.
"Can I help you?" He asked me, leering. Oh good, I was his type.
"I was told you were the one to talk to about having a good time." I said, fidgeting as I imagined a high schooler in this situation would.
"Baby, I'll give you all the good time you could want." He told me. "How much you want?"
"I've got $1,000 to spend." I told him. "Big party tonight, we wanted to be stocked up."
"That's a lot of blow baby. I don't have that much here…" He said, walking towards me. "I do have that much at my place though."
"Oh yeah?" I asked, smiling innocently. "could you go get some then?"
"How about you come with me? Purchases this size, I like to get to know my buyers more, intimately, if I like what I hear, I'll hook you up as much as you want." He said, putting an arm around my shoulder. His message was loud and clear, fuck me and I'll give you as much coke as you can snort.
"Oh OK… can we go now?" I asked eagerly, putting a hand on his chest.
"Yeah baby, follow me."
JUICE POV
"Why hasn't she done it?" Tig asked no one in particular.
"Too messy there, and the guy at the counter got too good a look at her. Just wait, she's an artist." Happy reassured us.
We watched her get out her car at a rundown rat trap of a house. She followed the mark in, sitting on the couch while he pulled the blow out, weighing it. "Want to sample the merch baby?" He asked her.
"Oh, I dunno… I've never tried it before…"
"And you're buying a grand's worth?" He asked suspiciously.
"It's so embarrassing… everyone thinks I'm such a goodie two shoes. I said I was going to do it tonight, with everyone else. I've never even smoked weed before." She was a good actress I'd give her that. I almost believed she was a wide eyed, innocent waif of a girl, not realizing what kind of trouble she was in.
"Well I can fix that." He said, pulling a pipe out, packing it with weed he pulled from the coffee table, and lighting it, explaining to her how to take a hit. He scooted closer to her, watching her take a hit, laughing when she choked on the smoke. She giggled at him, snuggling in towards him as he put his arm around her. His eyes widened and he fell forward, as two soft pops filled the air.
"I'll be damned. Get over there, get rid of the body." Clay ordered with a laugh.
When we got there, Alex was sitting on the loveseat opposite the body and smoking the weed he had filled it with. "Guess you're gonna have to get another tat, eh Ali?" Happy asked her, ruffling her hair.
"Guess so." She said casually, offering him the pipe.
A/N- SO WHAT DO YOU THINK? LIKE IT? LOVE IT? HATE IT? LET ME KNOW! I'M STILL VERY MUCH WRITING ON FAMILY TIES, JUST HAD THIS IDEA ROLLING AROUND IN MY HEAD FOR A WHILE NOW.