The first encounter Amelia ever had with a Son was at a Rest Stop in the middle of nowhere, Nevada. She was only stopping for gas and some junk food. But while she was deciding whether she liked her chocolate bar with or without nuts, a guy in a black ski mask entered the little Shop pulled out a gun and shot warningly into the ceiling.

What neither he nor Amelia knew at that point in time was, that the shop stood under the protection of the friendly neighbourhood MC. The Sons of Anarchy, Nevada had their Clubhouse in the next city down the road, and as soon as the intruder set foot inside of the shop, the Cashier pressed a secret button behind the counter, to inform them of what was happening. So they were already on their way and the only thing to do was to entertain the intruder for a few minutes.

But due to the fact, that Amelia didn't know that, and heard a gun go off, she acted on instinct.

She has been in these kinds of situations far too often to not know, that the first thing she had to do was hide. So she ducked behind the shelves she was inspecting seconds before. The second thing she knew to do, was to pull out her gun.

She was always armed. Mainly because of these kinds of situations but also because of her Job. You see, she was not only working at a bookstore -at that point in time- but she was also a woman, one would hire to get information. Especially when the information was stored in the brain if some pitiful creature. Because Amelia was the best in the Business, she was feared, and you could find her on one or two wanted posters scattered across the world. That's why she was carrying a gun everywhere she went.

But let's get back to the robbery.

„Attention! I want all of that pretty little money, you have stored behind the counter!"

The deep voice came from the direction off the door. As she glanced over the shelf, Amelia could see, that a well-built figure was standing in front of the counter. The man was wearing a ski mask and an all-black outfit.

He had a gun pointed at the cashier who immediately took two steps back and lifted his hands up in surrender.

„Woah man! Fuck! Yeah, of course, you can have all of the Cash! Just take it easy man. "

While the young Cashier held all of the robber's attention, Amelia snuck closer to them.

Another look over the shelf insured her, that the intruder was facing the Teen behind the Counter and hadn't yet noticed her, as she was sneaking up behind him.

Her eyes crossed with the Cashiers and as his grew wide with the realization that there was somebody else in the shop, she held her index finger in front of her mouth in order to shush him and pointed at her gun.

She tried to reassure him that everything would be alright and that she had the situation under control.

And she did have the Situation completely under control. She knew exactly what to do. When the robber stepped forward, to empty the cash register, she silently got out of her hiding spot, gun at the ready, crept up behind the ski-mask-wearing-guy and leaned in closer so that she was basically breathing directly into his ear.

In the sweetest voice, she could possibly muster, she purred „You've been a bad, bad boy, haven't you, sweetie?"

Well, that was her plan anyway. But the robber was so shocked to hear her voice – or anybody's voice for that matter- that she could only say the first few words before he turned around abruptly while shooting blindly all around himself.

With a precisely calculated bullet of her own, Amelia put the robber down right as he got the first glimpse at her.

She smiled.

The Cashier, on the other hand, looked quite shocked at her, but before he could come up with anything to say to the woman who just killed a man right in front of him, they both could hear the roaring sounds of motorcycles approaching.

Amelia's head shot up towards the glass doors at the front of the small shop. She could see three bikes parking at the rest stop, and three men in leather jackets jumping off them and heading to the doors.

As the three men walked into the small shop, Amelia analysed them.

To her, the two in the back looked like normal everyday people. If they wouldn't have knives strapped to their legs, or wearing, what she could now identify as kuttes made out of leather, she would just assume, that they each had a normal eight to five job, with a housewife and two kids.

The third one, however, would never fit into the married-with-two-kids-category. He was covered from head to toe in tattoos and his body language was basically screaming: DANGEROUS.

He was bold, even though at first Amelia thought he wasn't because of the big tattoo covering his head. He wore a white T-Shirt, his Kutte and a pair of baggy Jeans. A toothpick was placed in between his lips and he was chewing on it constantly.

Amelia was instantly attracted to him. She couldn't even fight it. He was completely her type: Tall, Mysterious and Handsome.

Plus, he obviously knew the life, and the way he looked at the dead body lying to her feet turned her on immensely.

The three men were looking around carefully, as if somebody was hiding in the back of the Shop, waiting for the best possible opportunity to attack them.

Amelia rolled her eyes.

"There is no one back there, it was just him." Amelia said vaguely waiving her gun towards her feet, where the dead body was lying. When the one with the toothpick nodded his heading a way, that indicated for the other ones to check out the back of the shop, she rolled her eyes. "You don't have to go back there."

"Is that so?" the one in charge asked, lifting one side of his lip into a lazy half grin and came closer.

"And how do you know that little girl?" his eyebrow went up challengingly. "Ah, you see," Amelia stepped over the body and came even closer.

There was just a little under a foot left between them now.

"I was back there, all alone" she was pointing towards the back of the small store, "minding my own business, as all of the a sudden, this idiot decided, that it would be a fantastic idea, to shoot up the shop." She looked down at the body and gave it a kick. Just for good measure.

Then she slowly lifted her head back up again and gave the stranger a look through her thick eyelashes. "What else was I supposed to do, if not defend myself?" Amelia´s voice trailed off at the end, and her hand, that wasn't holding the gun started to play with the front of Happy´s kutte.

"So… you killed him?" He asked.

His voice was even more throaty than it was before. His hands snaking their way around her lower back, pulling her closer.

The question wasn't necessary. He did find her with a gun in her hand, standing over a dead body. Its purpose was just to continue the little game the two of them were playing.

"So," she made a dramatic pause while getting even closer to his face. "I killed him."

Amelia´s breath caressed his skin. There were only millimetres in between them now. Finally, she had enough of the tiptoeing around the subject. "What're you gonna do about it?" The soft whisper of her voice seemed to have been the last drop that's been missing because not even a second later, their mouths collided in a passionate kiss.

Amelia's eyes fluttered shut as she let her gun fall to the ground. The muffled sound it made as it hit the floor went ignored as her hands snake over his broad shoulders until they made their way to the back of his head where they clung to his kutte. His hands slid further down until they rested firmly over her ass-cheeks.

Normally Amelia wasn't this blunt in the way she acted, but there was something about him that just mesmerized her deeply. Something that was pulling her further in the closer she got.

Later on, she couldn't say what it was, that made her act the way she did, and she was definitely not planning on running into that biker ever again. But -as always- Destiny had something else in store for her. After all, this was the first kiss she ever shared with her husband.

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