Chapter 1
The thing about motorcycles is that when you have the wind in your hair and the vibration between your legs it feels like freedom. If freedom ever had a feeling. Life is unreliable and inconsistent. The only for sure thing I have ever had was my bike. Right now, I was driving into a small town in Northern California. Charming, per the welcome sign I just passed. Finally, I'm here.
Pulling into the gas station to fill up I pulled out my phone and pressed the speed dial.
"hello?"
"Hey Rabbit. It's me. Just checking in letting you know I made it to Charming."
"Good. You have any problems on the way?"
"No. It was pretty clear the whole way. I'm going to get checked into a motel and settle in. Then I'll get started."
"Alright good. Be sure to check in. Keep us posted"
Shutting the phone I got onto my bike and drove to the first motel I came across. Tomorrow would be the day.
Waking up I knew today had to go according to plan. So, I got out of bed and took a shower, before getting dressed for the day. I put on a clean pair of high waisted dark wash jeans, a black tank top, my leather jacket and riding boots. I walked out of my motel room and down to my bike. I got on and began my drive to Teller-Morrow Automotive. I pulled in and saw all the other bikes parked neat in a row. Knowing it would be disrespect to park with them I pulled in to one of the parking stalls. I got off my bike and walked over to the row seeing the one I was looking for. I could feel multiple sets of eyes on me so I looked over towards what I assumed was the SAMCRO clubhouse.
"Hey! Can one of you tell me where the owner of this bike is?"
"What does it matter sweetheart? He leave before you woke up this morning?"
I walked over to the man that spoke. He was tall, blonde haired blue eyed and the smirk he had on his face right now was sure to drop panties daily.
"No. He's an old friend and I'm just passing through. Figured I would stop in and say hello. Now could one of you gentlemen go fetch him? That would be great thanks."
"Of course, darlin'. Juice! Go grab Sack." I watched as a man with a mohawk and tribal tattoos on either side of his head stood up from a picnic bench and walked inside. So far so good I guess. I stood there glancing between the remaining three men that have yet to move or talk. They simply watched me. One was a bigger man with unruly hair. Another had scars on his cheeks, the remnants of a Glasgow smile. The last made my breath catch in my throat. He was staring right into my eyes. Those electric blue eyes piercing into me. He seemed to notice my response to him and smiled. He would be it. This was how I would do it. The sound of someone clearing their throat brought me back to reality. I looked away from the man and over to the door seeing him.
I walked over to Kip and pulled him into a hug. I pulled away and smiled at him.
"Cousin! It's so good to see you. It's been too long." He looked shocked to see me, but I guess it had been eleven years since we had seen each other. It wasn't exactly the best memory either.
"Aurora, what- what are you doing here? We haven't seen each other in a long time."
"Well Kip, if you must know. I have recently decided to move to California. I haven't exactly chosen where yet but, I thought I would make a stop in Charming and say hello to my favorite cousin." Good job keep it up girl.
"First off, I am your only cousin. Second, why are you moving? Did something happen between you and Mr. business man?"
"Mark and I went our separate ways long ago. He decided his secretary was simply irresistible. In that we agree though. My fist simply could not resist smashing into her face." I heard a couple of the men chuckling.
"Well, I'm sorry to hear that. How long will you be in Charming?" I looked over at the blue-eyed man with dark curly hair and smirked.
"I'm not sure. Was going to be just a few days, but something about this town has caught my eye. Is that alright? I know you are busy with your little motorcycle club, but is there any way you could show your cousin around? Or maybe get one of your friends to show me around?"
"Trust me pumpkin we are anything but little."
"Tig! Leave Half Sacks cousin alone. I'm sure she wants nothing to do with your crazy ass." Tig. So, that was his name huh? Good to know.
"Sorry about that darlin. Tig doesn't know what self-control is around beautiful women. I'm Jax by the way." These guys were very trusting. This would be a piece of cake.
"Half Sack? Does that have anything to do with your ball being blown off? Sorry for being rude. My name is Aurora Kane. Most people just call me AK though." I laughed.
"AK? Well isn't that cute." Cute. Great. They think I'm some damsel in distress type. Fine, I guess I'll let them think what they want for now.
"I like it. Fits me quite well doesn't it Kip?"
"Yeah it does. This girl can take apart and put together almost any gun with her eyes closed. In fact, I don't think I've ever seen one she couldn't do. Plus, she is a damn good shot." I beamed at Kips words.
"Prove it pumpkin. Show daddy what you can do." I heard a husky whisper in my ear and was being pushed to the picnic table and made to sit down. Normally I would punch someone for shoving me but right now I did not mind Tigs hands on me. As I sat down I had a gun set in front of me.
"How cute. A Smith and Wesson model 915 9 mm. This is child's play." I smirked. They had no idea. "Tell you what boys. If I can do this in under a minute Tig must show me around town tomorrow. No complaints."
"What about if ye can't lass?" I froze. That accent was so similar. So close but I knew it as Scottish, not Irish. I looked over and saw it was Glasgow speaking.
"Well Scot, If I can't I'll blow you. Sound fair?"
"Names Chibs love, most guess Irish but I am indeed Scottish. Aye, sounds fair to me." He truly seemed shocked I knew the difference.
"I can see where they get confused. The accents sound so similar, but scots rolls their tongues differently" I winked at him.
"Oh, I'll show you what I can do with my t- "Again interrupted by the clearing of someone's throat. It was Tig this time.
"Can we please just get this started." He held out a handkerchief and put it around my eyes.
"How many fingers am I holding up?" Jesus Christ, did he just say that?
"Seriously? Are we twelve? Let's just do this. Tell me when" I got prepared to start.
"Alright, Alright. 3,2,1…Go!"
46 seconds later I was done. I took off the blindfold and looked around at everyone. They all had stunned expressions on their faces. Well, except for my cousin and Tig, they were both smiling at me. I handed Tig his gun, got up from the bench and leaned towards his ear.
"By the way, you're not my daddy." I pulled away and turned to walk over to my bike.
"Cousin, let's go. We're getting dinner and you're buying." I sat on my bike and watched as Kip ran to his and started it up. We both pulled out of the lot and headed to a local diner for some dinner.
Last night was nice. Kip and I had dinner and caught up on our lives. He was just a prospect for the sons so he wasn't exactly privy to everything yet. So, I knew he wouldn't be of much help, but he was my cousin and I did want to spend time with him. I decided to bring him some breakfast to the clubhouse. I rode my bike over with some food in my backpack. Parking in the same spot I had the day before. Looking around the lot I was the same bikes as yesterday and a few more but no one was outside this time.
"Let's see what I can get away with." I smiled. Walking towards the clubhouse. I got a little nervous as I got to the picnic benches. Knowing normally if someone did this they would be met with a gun to the face, but maybe not here. Maybe here they really were as trusting as I thought yesterday. There was only one way to find out though. I slowly approached the front doors to the clubhouse and put my hand on the door knob turning it. I opened the door and stepped in. Immediately I was met with the smell of liquor, smoke, and sex. How lovely and inviting. Turns out not everything was different here. I looked around and saw everyone there was staring at me. I found Kip and walked over to him, pulling off my backpack and grabbing the food out of it.
"Here, I thought you might want some breakfast." He was about to respond when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Looking I saw it was an older man with gray hair and stubble. I glanced at his kutte and saw the president patch on it. Well shit this should be interesting.
"You can't just come walking in here sweetheart. Only members, ol' ladies and sweet butts." Looks like I can't just flash a pretty smile at this one. Guess I'll have some fun.
"Actually, Clay she's my- "Kip started to speak but I cut him off.
"Hello, I am AK. I'm Half Sacks cousin." I stuck out my hand for him to shake which he did. Still eyeing me, not sure what to think. "I kept him up late last night and wanted to apologize in the form of breakfast. I hope that's ok. I didn't know I'm not supposed to be in here."
"You're family sweetheart. That makes is acceptable." He smiled. Something about his smile gave me a chill up my spine. This was not a nice guy.
"Also, I have one more thing. You see your guys lost a bet yesterday and so your Sergeant at Arms is supposed to show me around town today. Any way you can spare him for a few hours? If not understand."
"Well, I think I might be able to spare him. After all, he did lose the bet. You'll have to show the rest of use this talent of yours sometime. They have been talking about it all morning." I smiled at him and nodded. Turning to Tig.
"Well princess let's get going. This town seems bigger than I thought at first." He did not appreciate that nickname at all. Good.
"ok Pumpkin. Let's go." I laughed. It was going to be a very interesting day. We both said goodbyes and headed out of the clubhouse. Then over to our own bikes, starting them. Tig went first and I followed behind him.
The town was beautiful just as I had expected. Surrounded by woods. This town was quite perfect I guess being here for a while wouldn't be as bad as I had thought. Riding behind Tig though, now that was a sight I could get used to. I had to admit he was quite handsome. I bet he was a great lay too, Probably into some kinky shit. My thoughts were interrupted by the vibration of my phone so I honked and pulled over right behind Tig.
"Hello?"
"Rory, how's it going? Everything alright? You haven't checked in."
"Yea. Everything is good. Sorry I've been preoccupied."
"I know you're busy but there was a hit that popped up close to you. You interested?"
"Of course, Details."
"I'll send you a picture. They live in Oakland. Pay is 10k."
"Alright G. Send it. I'll take care of it."
"ok Rory. Be safe." I shut the phone and put it in my pocket. I walked over to Tig and smirked.
"You in for a little adventure? I've got some business in Oakland."
"What kind of business?" He questioned.
"It'll be fun I promise. Come on, let's go." I walked back to my bike before he could protest. I led this time and we were off to Oakland.
