SONS OF ANARCHY MOTORCYCLE CLUB
"What do you think of the prospect's little friend?" Chibs asked Clay and Gemma as they passed around a joint. Grace was talking to Cherry, Half-Sack, and Jax on the opposite end of the club.
"I like her. She's got… spunk." Gemma replied taking a drag.
"She's gonna have your son's spunk by the end of the night." Tig remarked from the next table. "What is it about that kid? He gets all the best pussy."
"I think it's the hair." Opie remarked. "Look who just walked in, everyone's favorite leech."
Wendy walked into the club, making a beeline for Jax. "Hey baby." She purred, putting her arm around his waist. "Who's this?" She asked, motioning at Grace.
"This is Grace, friend of Half-Sack's." He responded pulling away from her. Grace raised her eyebrows at Cherry, who rolled hers not so subtly at Wendy.
"Do you have a problem, darling?" Wendy asked her. Cherry smirked, but shook her head. Wendy walked off to get a beer, and Grace took the opportunity to ask, "who's the bitch?"
"Jax's ex. He's too much of a softie to kick her to the curb." Cherry responded.
"Hey… lay off." Jax said as Wendy walked back.
Grace leaned over to Cherry and whispered to her, "wanna see something funny?" Cherry grinned and nodded happily. Grace put her hand on Jax's neck, pulling him down to whisper in his ear. "Why don't you show me someplace more private?" making sure to grin at Wendy as she did it.
Jax lit up like a Christmas tree, and took Grace by the hand to show her one of the many back rooms of the club.
As soon as they got to the room, Jax wrapped his arm around Grace's waist, kissing her deeply, and moving down her neck and collarbone. "So are you just doing this to piss Wendy off?" He asked her as she pulled his shirt off.
"Uh huh." She responded, stripping out of her shirt and shorts.
Jax eyeballed her before smiling again. "I can live with that." He laid on the bed, pulling her on top of him, and she began grinding on him slowly, running her tongue down his neck. He snapped her bra clasp, pulling it off as if it was on fire, and began kneading her breasts, taking one in his mouth, until she let a small sigh of happiness. He grabbed her by the waist, flipping her onto the bed, and unbuckled his belt, pulling his pants and boxers off, and doing the same to her underwear. Straddling her, he put his hand in between her legs, feeling her wetness and chuckling softly. "Do you want something, darling?" he asked her with a wicked grin. She nodded, spreading her legs open a little wider. "And what is that?"
"I want you." She said as he ran his finger up and down her mound. "Fuck me Jax."
"I aim to please." He replied, entering her quickly. He began slowly, but quickly progressed to hard and fast thrusts, making Grace moan softly. He grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her up to him, kissing her hard. She bit his bottom lip slightly, and he sucked in a breath, to keep himself from finishing. He reached down, rubbing her clit as he felt her walls contracting around him, getting close to orgasm. "Cum for me baby." He whispered to her, nibbling on her ear. "Fuck!" she cried out, as she fell over the edge into a firework causing orgasm, and he followed shortly after her. They lay next to each other, breathing heavily. She finally got up, collecting her clothes and going into the bathroom. When she walked out, Jax was already up and dressed, waiting on her. "Ready darling?" He asked, throwing an arm around her shoulder.
They walked out into the main part of the club, Jax grinning as Bobby and Juice began cat calling. His smile fell, and his eyes narrowed as he saw several headlights pulling into the parking lot. "Who the hell…" he began as bullets started flying through the windows. Everyone hit the ground, and the men pulled themselves over to the bar, grabbing guns. As soon as the hail of gunfire stopped the men ran outside, returning fire, but not hitting anything or anyone. When they walked back in, Tara was patching up Cherry's hand, that she had sliced open on a bottle as she fell, but no one was seriously hurt.
Wendy was livid when Jax walked past her, going to Grace to ask her if she was OK. Grace nodded, a serious expression on her face, and walked away from Jax, over to Half-Sack. "What kind of shit have you gotten into, Epps?"
"I…" He began before he was cut off by Grace.
"You know what, it's probably better if I don't know. Plausible deniability and all that shit." She sighed, looking at her watch. "I'm assuming no police will be called, so there's no reason for me to stick around to give a statement or anything." Half-Sack shook his head. "Alright, well I'm out."
"It's been a God damn month since the Mayan's hit OUR club! It's time we sent a message." Clay yelled, banging his fist on the redwood table.
"We got some intel on a warehouse their using to store their weapons. We could do some remodeling for them." Tig replied.
"Good. We hit them Friday night." Clay said.
"There's a problem with that, Opie and the family are out of town till next weekend, and Bobby's got a gig." Jax responded.
"I'll cancel the gig." Bobby volunteered.
Clay shook his head at him, racking his brain for another solution. "Prospect, what about your friend. The firebug?"
Half-Sack looked surprised at Clay's question. "I…uh… I don't know. I mean she and Cherry and Tara have been pretty close, but I dunno if she'd be willing, she doesn't really want anything to do with the MC."
"The important question is, would she rat if we asked her and she turned us down?" Jax asked.
"No way, she'd never rat." Half-Sack said. "She's at the studio she bought right now with Cherry, they're painting and shit, I could go talk to her."
"We'll all go, use some of our community spirit to help her out, and then maybe she'll help us out. Who knows, maybe you'll get a top rocker out of this, prospect." Clay ordered, and then banging the gavel, ended the meeting.
FIRST POSITION DANCE STUDIO
"What's up?" Cherry asked as Half-Sack walked into the large studio. The other SoA members walked in behind him, grabbing paintbrushes and cleaning supplies, save for Jax and Clay who were waiting in the reception area. Kip kissed Cherry before turning to Grace. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" Grace looked around, eyeing Kip incredulously, before nodding, and ushering him out of the studio and into a small office off of the reception area.
Jax and Clay looked up as the front door opened, and Junior, son of Darby, the leader of the Nords, walked in.
"What are you doing here?" Jax asked, standing up straight.
"I installed the floors here for Grace. Just coming to do some quality checks, maybe see if she needs any of my… assistance." Junior said, with a filthy look on his face.
"Yeah well, she doesn't, so take a hike." Clay said.
"Oh yeah? She a Crow Eater now? Thought the bitch was a little classier than that."
"She's not a Crow Eater, but she's not into white power either, call her a bitch again and we're gonna have a problem, step off." Jax said, walking towards the Nord. Junior put his hands up in surrender, and left the studio.
Half-Sack came out of the office alone, and shut the door behind him.
"Well?" Clay asked.
"She said give her a minute to think about it. She didn't want any details about it, said the less she knew the better." Half-Sack responded.
Grace walked out a couple minutes later with a sheet of paper in her hand. "I need this stuff as soon as possible if I'm gonna do this, and I need the dimensions of the building." She said, giving Clay the paper.
He looked it over, "This is it?" He asked looking at her.
"Yep." She responded. He handed the paper to Kip, telling him to get Juice on getting the dimensions of the building.
"We generally do half up front and half when the job's done for contract work." Clay said.
"I don't want your money. All I want is your promise that none of this shit comes back on me and if I need a favor later, I can give you guys a call." Grace said.
"Done." Clay responded shaking her hand.
"Let's go blow some shit up then." She said with a smirk.