A/N ((Omg! Thank you guys for giving me such great feedback, it mean a lot to me. You have no idea. Now, I just wanna say that you guys may or may not get an update until Tuesday night, I'm going to be pretty busy. BUT, I may or may not be able to squeeze out another chapter tonight. Let's just see how motivated I am with ideas later on, okay?

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Den tha páo stous bátsous - I will not go to the cops


"I'm sorry, please don't kill me." she gasped out.

"Shit.." he muttered as he released her throat. He stepped back, smoothing his otherwise gelled back hair with his hands, thinking. What was he doing here? He knew damn well the Club didn't kill innocents. She may have been a risk of going to the police, but he could make sure she didn't, right? "You gonna talk to the police, Darlin'?"

"No!" she said as she shook her head violently. "I would never, I swear. I don't even speak English, see: Den tha páo stous bátsous."

"Oh, really?" Jax smirked. "How do I know you didn't just tell me that as soon as I leave, you're gonna get into your car and head straight to the police station."

Her eyes became wide, as she shook her head. "How I just never talk.. like ever." she made a gesture as if she put a lock onto her lips.

Jax chuckled and shook his head, "Appreciate the thought Darlin', but I'm sure you're gonna have to talk sometime. Just no goin' to the cops, okay?" When he received a nod, he turned and made his way towards the door. Suddenly, he turned. "What was that you were speakin'? Been around Spanish speakers, never heard that type of shit."

She made a mumbling sound. Pausing, she shook her head. "Greek.." she sighed, pushing hair out of her face. "I was speaking Greek."

"Right..." Jax trailed off.

When he was out of sight, Gia let out the breath she'd been holding for what seemed like the whole ten minutes. Quickly she made her way inside and told Valerie that she was leaving. Not that it really mattered though, seeing as how she was locking lips with some random man. When she was finally alone in her cry, before she even started the car, she burst into tears.

It didn't hit her until now that the man, Jax, could have choked her to death. If he didn't have some sort of conscience, she knew he would have done it. Ironically, she realized that saying he if he did have a conscience, why would he have killed that man? That's not something that someone could simply just do. But why exactly had he'd let her go? She could just as easily have gone straight to the cops when he left just as he had said she would of. Didn't he think she would have? Why had this complete stranger put so much trust into her? When she finally realized sitting there and obsessing over it wasn't going to change anything, she started the engine and drove home. Needless to say, for the rest of the night, she did think about him.


Gia clapped her hands together and smiled as the construction workers put the finishing touches onto the store. The large sign reading 'Gia's Sweet Treats' was now firmly in place, making the whole situation seem all the more real to her. Her pride and joy, her baby, was only a week away from opening to the public. Although mainly everything was practically finished, she still needed to get out and advertise. After shooing the workers away, she locked up the store.

Gia huffed in annoyance as she waited in line at the grocery store. The line was moving excruciatingly slow, causing multiple people in line to string out curses under their breaths. "Can you guys open up another lane? Some of us actually have things to do today, if you guys don't mind." she huffed.

An older woman standing in front of her laughed. "My guess is that they do." she said as she turned, then gestured towards Gia's cart. "That's a lot of nothing, baby girl. If you're stocking up for the winter, I highly doubt you wanna stock up on milk, butter, flour, sugar, eggs and... sprinkles."

Gia smiled and nodded. "That may be so, but..." she in turn gestured to the woman's cart. "I highly doubt you'd want to stock up on all those steaks and beer."

"Smart girl." she replied, then held out her hand. "Gemma."

"Gia." Grabbing hold of Gemma's hand, she lightly shook it. "Oh, and the milk, butter, flour, sugar, eggs and sprinkles are for me to bake with. I own this bakery that's about to open out on Main. I'm just making a whole bunch of sweets to drop off at the local businesses. Give them a little sample of what's to come, you know? Plus, I need some people to show up to my grand opening."

"Ahhh, Gia's Sweet Treats, makes sense now." Gemma turned for a second as the cashier began to check out her items. "You know, what? My husband and I own this repair shop, Teller Morrow. I'm sure all my employees would love to try some of your sweets. You wouldn't mind bringing a lot of your stuff, would ya' Darlin'?"

"Oh, of course not! I'll make sure I make a variety of stuff for you guys. When would be the best time?" Gia all but shouted.

Laughing at the young girl's eagerness, she pulled out a business card and a pen from her large purse. In, what Gia could see as perfect writing, she hastily wrote down her cell number and a time. "Eight o'clock tomorrow night is the best, Darlin'. Got a party 'bout to start then, large amount of people from all over Charming will be there. I'll personally make sure they try them, okay?" she finished as she began to push her cart outside of the door.

The next day, with only a few hours left until she had to deliver to Teller Morrow, Gia was adding the finishing touches onto the pastries. Not knowing how many people were going to be at this... 'party,' she went above and beyond. Sitting wherever she could find a place, the dining table, coffee table and counters, she had at least a hundred cupcakes and cookies, ten cakes and cinnamon rolls, and twenty muffins and scones, all cooling down.

When she finally got the time to sit down and take a break, her mind went into overdrive. She'd come to realize that she may have been the luckiest girl in the goddamn world. Opportunities were jumping at her from left and right. Although she may have kick-started the whole bakery by herself, she never expected to be having the chance to give samples to a large amount of people at once. She never, ever, expected that someone would be as generous as Gemma had been to her.

Picking up her phone, she scrolled through the pictures of her back at New York. In her 'Bakery' photo album, she stared at various pictures of her standing with her father and both of them holding up her many creations. She may have not had a real bakery back there, but her mother and father's kitchen was where she would be stationed, day after day. Her father, mother, and sister would all line up to be the first ones to try her pastries, fresh out of the oven.

Wiping a stray tear, she realized that those people were the true meaning of a true family. They'd been there for everything. They'd supported her through her early decision of wanting to own her own small bakery. When she decided she wanted to move here to Charming, they never gave her any problems with it. Simpy helped her back up, drive all the way from New York to California, and helped her travel over. They did all of that out the love they have for her, something she would be grateful for for the rest of her life.


Just like Gemma had said, Gia pulled into the Teller Morrow lot at Eight O'clock sharp. True to her words, there was a party going on... a large party at that.

"You here for the party Darlin'?" An older man said as he walked toward her from the three wheeler motorcycle he'd just rode into the lot on. "Or are you lost?"

Taken aback by his intimidating presence paired with an oxygen tank, she muttered out a small, 'Uhh, what?' but quickly corrected herself. "I'm not here for the party itself, actually. But I met this woman, Gemma, at the grocery store the other day. I told her that I'm opening a bakery out on Main Street, Gia's Sweet Treats. She was nice enough to tell me I could bring some samples for your.. party. I just got here and I have no apparent idea where I could find her. Do you know?"

"Yeah, she should be inside getting ready for the 'real' party to start." he gestured towards the other side of the lot. "Follow me, Sweet Pea."

"What about the.." she paused when she realized he already started walking. "Oh, okay." He wasn't listening, not by any chance. As she followed him further into the party, she chose not to stare at all of the women not wearing very much. Instead she concentrated on the wheels of his oxygen tank, listening to the squeeking sound of the wheel. You gotta get that fixed, Sir.

"Hey, Gemma. Found this little thang standin' outside lookin' as lost as can be. Said you know her?"

Gemma stubbed out her cigarette and pushed herself off the bar stool she was perched on, "Glad to see you could make it Baby Girl. I'm assuming you got all the stuff in your car? You need some help getting the stuff out?" Without waiting for her to answer her question, Gemma shouted to the other side of the room. "Prospects! Come help Gia here get some stuff out her car. Bring 'em in here and set them along the bar, got it?"

"Yeah, Gem. Got it." they all said as if they were Siamese Twins or something.

"You know what Gia? Why don't you let the guys go out to your car and get them for you? I'm sure they can handle it. White 2011 Range Rover, am I right?" Gemma stated more than asked. Holding out her hand for the keys to her baby, Gia hesitantly placed the keys she didn't know she had been gripping into the older woman'd palm. "Nothin' better happen to her car. Understand?"

Once again, the three of them all muttered out the same 'Yeah, Gem. Got it.'

"Come and relax with me, Gia." Gemma patted the bar stool next to the one she had returned to sitting on. "They may have started a little party of their own outside, but it doesn't really start until my boys finish with their... business. Anyway, you smoke? Drink? I really hope you plan on staying around for the party. Only about ten more minutes before the steaks go onto the grill. Gonna be real fun, I can promise you it will."

"O-Oh no." she stuttered. "That's awfully nice of you, Gemma, really. But I don't think I'd fit in. Parties like these really aren't my scene." Suddenly, whooping and hollering could be heard behind this door that Gia had failed to notice before, making her jump in her chair. As she was about to turn to Gemma and ask her about it, the large black doors swung open and a sea of men wondered out. Some of them chattering among themselves, others clapping each other of the backs. Above all, though, they all had wide grins spread across their faces.

"Congrats Brother!" they all hollered at once, followed by one shouting. "Let's party!"

As if there was a parting of the Red Sea, they all stood back. Stepping out of the black doors, was an older man with his arm slung across the shoulders of a very familiar man. The last time she'd seen him had been a week ago, in the back parking lot of the bar by the Charming border. He had just released her throat and was asking what language she had spoken. As the color drained out of her face, she was silently hoping he didn't see her. But suddenly, he turned and his eyes connected with hers.

Sharply breathing in, she turned to Gemma to excuse herself. "It was really nice to see you again. Thanks for giving me the opportunity to get my business out there. Have a nice night." With what she thought was lightening speed, she power walked out the door the older man had led her in earlier. Determined to get into her car and drive out of the gates, she didn't hear the man until he had caught up with her.

Walking alongside her, he smirked down at her. "You stalkin' me or somethin' Darlin'?"

"W-What?" she stuttered. "Of course not. I was here too simply just drop off some pastries for your.. party. I had no knowledge that you were even going to be here." she paused and stopped walking. "And you know what? No offence, but I wouldn't want to stalk someone that was wrapping his hand around my throat, choking me. Didn't leave a lasting impression really. I'd rather stay as far away from you as possible... Sir."

Well.. S'cuse me, Darlin'." he chuckled. "You're not stayin' for the party? Promise it's gonna be fun."

"Yeah, that's exactly what Gemma said." Clearing her throat, she finally met his eyes. Seeing as how he was a little over six foot, her five one frame had so somewhat bend her head back to even do that. "And like I told her, it's not really my scene. I'd rather go home and read a book."

"Oh C'mon, girl." he said, nudging her. "You wouldn't even stay for my own party? What if I first said I was sorry for trying to kill you. You just gotta step into my shoes. You could'a put me in prison, Darlin'. Then what if I said that I would really really like you to stay, have you as my guest. Did I mention it's my own party? Don't you think I should have my own plus one?"

Gia, grinding her teeth, actually thought about it. When he said that he was sorry for what happened, he seemed genuinely sorry. And to actually step into his shoes, she wouldn't have necessarily tried to kill a person, but she still understood the whole concept. "You keep saying it's your party. How?"

Tapping a patch on his chest, he smiled widely. "I was just patched as President. That type of thing deserves a party, Darlin'."

She rolled her eyes. "Riiiiight..." she dragged out.

"Don't make me beg."

"You wouldn't."

"You're right." he chuckled. "C'mon Darlin'. You see all those people watchin'? What do you think they're gonna say 'bout me if they watch you get in that car and leave me? Mean things, I can assure you." He gave a dramatic sigh, "Are you gonna let me be bullied, Darlin'?"

Swearing under her breath, she shook his head. "I guess not. But don't try anything.."

"Jax."

"Gia."