I walked into the Teller-Morrow garage, anger clear in my steps, ignoring how the buzz of shoptalk stopped as soon as I stepped my heels into the first bay. One guy turned to me, but I brushed past him, trying to find the guy I knew would be able to help me. Three bays in, there he was, leaning over some idiot's busted engine block with another young man. Shaking my hair back, I walked over and tapped him on the shoulder.
I had to keep myself from gasping when he turned around to face me. His eyes, they shocked me from the first second he looked at me.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
"Jackson Teller?" I asked back, pushing my sunglasses up into my hair.
He nodded and pulled a rag from his back pocket to clean the grease from his hands. As he looked up from his task, he saw the others staring at me.
"Hey, you've all got work to do! So do it!" he yelled before looking back at me, "Can I help you with something?"
"I'm looking for Clay Morrow," I said, watching his eyes.
They shifted behind me and another voice answered.
"Who's asking?" came the voice I knew so well.
I spun around to see Clay standing behind me, arms crossed; with Tig and Chibs on either side of him.
"You probably don't remember me," I said, walking over to him.
Jax followed, stuffing the rag back into his back pocket.
"No sweetheart," Clay said, "Can't say I do. You got a name?"
My smile was only slightly bitter, "Yea, I do. The name's Jessica. Jessica Serene Amelia Michelle Crow."
The garage went silent as all eyes turned to me.