"God fucking dammnit!" I screamed as i kicked my motorcycle again.
This is the third time this week its crapped out on me.
"How the hell am I supposed to get anywhere if you keep dying on me dammnit!", I sighed and pulled my phone out to call my brother for help.
"Honey cussing at that thing won't get you anywhere.".
I turned around to see a tall woman with sharp features and a lot of leather. She was pretty, in a scary sort of way, if that's possible. She had medium length brown hair with blonde highlights. She wore a lot of eyeliner and eye shadow, and had a almost finished cig dangling between her lips.
"Yeah I guess not, do you know any place I could get this thing fixed for good, me and my family just moved here.".
She pulled out a another cig and lit it, taking her time to reply. She blew a puff of smoke out and finally said, "Yeah, my husband runs a automotive shop, I'll have them come out here and pick your piece of shit up. In the mean time hop in my car and I'll take you to the shop."
. "Thanks.".
I walked with her to her black Suburban, and watched as she flicked her cigarrette and climbed into the car. Not wanting to take to long I jumped in and buckled up.
"So what's your name hon?" She said as she turned the key in the ignition.
"My names Faye, yours?", I was curious to see what this womans' name would be.
"Gemma.", and then she pulled out another cigarrette. I couldn't help but watch her light it. I've never seen a woman smoke so much before, my father says its slutty.
"You want one? You keep eye-ballin' my pack.", she held out her pack and I pushed her hand away.
"No thanks, I don't smoke.". Gemma nodded her head and grinned like she expected as much, "How old are you?".
"I'm 16."
"Ha, what's a youngin' like you doing rollin' around on a motorcycle illegally with a sailors' mouth?".
"I had a weird upbringing.".
She raised her eyebrow at my statement and I could only shrug. I've been through a lot of shit in my life, but I'll be damned if I let this woman make me feel ashamed
. "Why does it matter if I cuss and ride a motorcycle huh?", I folded my arms across my chest and stared at her defiantely.
"Don't get your panties in a bunch, it was just a question. Plus, aren't I giving you a free ride to the shop?", she shot me a shitty look and all my anger deflated.
I grumbled an apology and turned my eyes to the road. We were somewhere in southern California, that much I knew, other than that, I was completely lost. Hopefully Gemma would give me directions back to my general area.
About 20 minutes later we turned into a gated automotive shop. While Gemma was busy parking I got a quick peek at the name of the shop, Teller-Morrow Automotive. "Weird name.".
"Yeah, its a partnership shop, come on they'll be here with your bike soon."
. I jumped out of the car and nearly shit myself when a gigantic man appeared out of nowhere right in front of my face.
"Who the fuck are you?", said the man in front of me.
I couldn't get any words out, I was so shocked by his size that I was left speechless, thanfully Gemma rescued me.
"Calm down Clay, this is Faye, her bike broke down and I offered to help her.". She kissed him on the cheek, smiled at him.
"You offered to help?", he gave her a skeptical look.
"What, I can be nice sometimes, plus she'll fit in around here and she'll pay off her bike costs by working in the shop.".
"What! You never said that!" I screamed.
"From the look of your hands you've worked on that shitty thing before, plus if you had money to pay for it you woulda' said something by now." She said matter of factly.
"Fine.", I grumbled.
"Behave yourself girly and don't get my boys riled up." Said Clay as he walked back into the shop
. "Is he always pissy like that?"
"Yeah pretty much. Looks like your bike is here, come on, I'll let you meet some of the more tame guys here.".
What the hell does that mean, I wondered.
"Jax, Chibs, say hello to the owner of that thing.".
A tall blonde man with long hair hopped out of the truck followed by an older and taller man with dark brown hair slightly graying at the top. They were both a leather vest with patches on it.
The blonde man stuck his hand out, "Hey, I'm Jax.".
"Hi,", after shaking his hand I turned to the man behind him, "and your name?".
"The names Chibs lass.", he said in an attractive Scottish rumble.
He walked up to me and stuck his hand out too. While I was shaking it I noticed that he had a long scar on both sides of his mouth.
But before I could ask him about it Clay yelled, "Jax, Chibs, get the fuck over here, you got a run to make!". "Bye hun." Said Jax smiling at his friend as he walked away.
"Be careful, not all the men here are as respectfuk as us.", exclaimed Chibs.
After watching them walk away I came to the conclusion that accents are sexy, and I need to pay attention around these men.
"Come on hun, I'll introduce you to the prospects.". I followed Gemma and sighed, wondering what the other guys would be like.
