SONS OF ANARCHY MOTORCYCLE CLUB

Tig, Jax, Clay and Chibs were smoking cigarettes and waiting for Grace to show up for their run.

"Now that is a thing of beauty." Chibs said, motioning toward Grace who was walking toward them in black cargo pants, and a black wifebeater, carrying a duffel bag and black hoodie.

"Tits and explosives. My two favorite things." Tig said cackling.

Grace dropped the duffel bag, throwing the black hoodie and stood there finishing her cigarette before speaking. "Are we gonna do this or what?"

"Got some other engagement?" Clay asked sarcastically.

"I've got a bottle of tequila calling my name." She replied.

"What a coincidence, I got a bottle of Jameson doing the same." Chibs commented.

"Alright let's go, I'll drive." Clay said, walking to the black van.

MAYAN WAREHOUSE

The group jumped out of the van, and the guys immediately started opening boxes, taking any weapons they wanted and tossing them into bags, then into the van.

"What the hell is she doing?" Tig asked Jax, watching Grace who was going along the wall, her methods very different from Opie and Bobby.

"Who knows man." Jax replied, "let's just hurry up and get out of here. " By the time the guys were done looting, Grace had finished and was waiting at the door. Jax looked at her, "ready?" he asked, watching her fiddle with a really cheap prepay cell phone.

"Let's go." She said, walking to the van, pressing talk on the phone and tossing it into the warehouse. "We've got two minutes."

Clay drove and was about to pull out on the highway when a large boom, followed by several small booms filled the silence. Tig and Chibs laughed and clapped, watching the fire burning behind them. Grace looked at Jax, giving him a crooked smile, and turned to watch her handiwork.

SONS OF ANARCHY MOTORCYCLE CLUB

When they got out of the van, Clay hugged Grace. "You can come to us for anything. You're family."

Grace laughed. "I'm sure deputy chief Hale would love that, he's already come by to give me the 'Sam Crow is evil' speech."

"Yeah he loves to give that one." Clay remarked. "Make sure you're here next Friday, we'll be patching the prospect in."

SONS OF ANARCHY MOTORCYLE CLUB- 1 WEEK LATER

Grace walked into the club around 10, much later than everyone else celebrating that night. She was wearing a short jean skirt, and a plain white fitted t shirt. Half-Sack was already well on his way to pass out drunk, as everyone kept feeding him shots. "Varaty! You're late!" Kip slurred falling into Grace as he greeted her.

"I don't think you missed me much." She said with a grin as Cherry pulled him off. Jax came over, throwing an arm around Grace's shoulders. "Let's get you liquored up."

"By the Grace of God!" Chibs yelled from behind the bar, placing a peck on her cheek and handing her a shot of whisky. Grace took the shot quickly, wrinkling her nose and face up as she tasted the acidic drink. Jax chuckled, and got her another one. After two more, she shook her head.

"Trying to get me wasted?" She asked Jax with a wicked grin.

"Yeah." Jax replied bluntly.

"You're still gonna have to work for it, pretty boy." She said.

"I'll take that challenge." He said, leaning into her, stealing a kiss.

Grace grabbed a beer and walked away, going to talk to Donna and Tara, but shooting looks at Jax every once in a while.

"Hey sweetie." Wendy cooed, walking up to Jax.

"Hey Wendy." Jax replied, shooting her a quick smile.

"Why don't we go someplace quiet? I haven't talked to you in forever." Wendy said, with a pout.

"Well let's talk here." Jax replied.

"The things I wanna talk about aren't something we should talk about in public." Wendy said suggestively.

"Wendy, we talked about this. You're a friend, but that's it. We aren't getting back together." Jax said seriously.

"And what is she?" Wendy said, motioning to Grace.

"She's a friend." Jax said.

"So you'll fuck her, but not me?" Wendy said accusingly.

"It's not the same Wendy. Don't make a big deal out of this." Jax said, getting angry.

"Fine." Wendy said, storming off.

1 HOUR LATER

Jax pulled Grace into the bathroom of the clubhouse, locking the door and pushing her against the wall, kissing her. She giggled as he ran his hand up her thigh and up her skirt, pausing at the thong she was wearing. "I don't like these." He whispered between kisses, and pulled them down, stuffing them in his pocket after she stepped out of them. He moved Grace to the other side of the tiny bathroom and she bent over the low sink, biting her lip and sending a sultry look to Jax, driving him crazy. He unbuckled his pants, pulling out his already erect excitement, and pushed her skirt up over her hips, driving into her as soon as she spread her legs slightly. She gasped in surprise as he filled her quickly, pounding hard. This wasn't making love, this was fucking. Pure and simple. He pulled her hair as he whispered dirty things to her, making her whimper as she got close to orgasm. He grabbed her ass in both his hands as he pushed her into an orgasm, and followed after her. She stood up, pulling her skirt down and put her hand out to Jax. "What?" he asked.

"I need my underwear back." She answered.

Jax grinned at her. "I like em, I thought they could be a souvenir."

"You just said you didn't like them." Grace countered.

Jax shrugged, "I changed my mind. Besides, they're yours, and I like you."

Grace laughed, "You don't know the first thing about me."

"I know you like to blow shit up."

"Well that's no secret. Give me my panties!"

"No way." Jax ended the conversation as he walked out the door, ushering her back out to the party.