AN: There might be a little M action in this chapter, if you don't like it, skip over it and read on!
Out of sight out of mind.
So Tig is out of town for a few days and I booked into a motel waiting for him to return. The more time passes, the more I doubt my sanity. Most of my time I have spent either sleeping or staring at the ceiling wondering what on earth inspired me to stay in Charming hanging around waiting for a man. It sounds mentally disturbing to me. It is not like I have to beg for male attention and no offence, Tig will undoubtedly be a great in the sack, but to wait for him? For three damn days? What is he, God's gift to women, the last man on earth?
I keep trying to convince myself I am on some sort of mini vacation and granted I like the atmosphere Charming breathes, but after three days I have done all my laundry, done my hair and nails, drank with the locals in the bar and right now I am bored out of my skull.
I admit, Wednesday turned out to be a great day financially. I made enough money to cover my expenses for the next week or two. I never worry about money, but it is a good feeling having it already sitting in my pocket than when it is still waiting for me in someone else's. To top it off I could have never imagined that I would have so much fun that day when I walked into the Crossroads. The evening in the clubhouse was fun and I enjoy hanging out with the Son's. I know my little stunt with Tig deemed me into 'camp Tig', but to be honest I think Koz is a great guy and not half bad looking either, probably a lot less fucked up in the head than Tig as well.
Ah Tig, the reason I have been mentally kicking myself.
I love the way he carries himself, funny, cocky and he walks around like he is ten feet tall. I might border on idealizing him, which is easy to do when you don't need to get to know someone, but all the weird things that draw me in to a man are wrapped up in the package called Tig. He has some weird streaks about him like … nevermind I don't even want to go there. Like I have ground to talk about someone else having issues and being fucked up in the head. It takes one to know one. Still that doesn't justify me waiting for him so he can fuck me, or does it? God knows it has been a while and I am not going to deny that I feel very attracted to him. I know I walk and talk like a whore if that is what it takes to get me what I want, hell I do just about anything to get what I am after. I am a lot of things, but I am not a hooker and I know how to keep my legs together. I never fuck with someone I just robbed out of his money or who I am doing a job for, that's either too risky or the guy is too damn boring. Tig is just part of my vacation. Yes that's it, he is my little holiday fling and tonight I am going to let loose, get wasted and get laid. Tomorrow I kiss Charming goodbye and hit the road again.
Apparently Tig hasn't forgotten about me either since I received a message from him at the reception of the motel telling me to come to the clubhouse tonight at 10 pm.
I don't need long to get ready. I have a quick shower, blow dry my hair and curl the ends a bit. I know what I want to wear so I get dressed quickly and do my make-up.
At 22.00 sharp I turn into the parking lot of the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse. There are more bikes than there were Wednesday evening and there are several cars scattered around the parking. There are men and women hanging outside around the picnic tables and it looks like the party is already in full swing. I always get a little self-conscious in these situations. My Ford pick-up isn't the smallest car on the market and it is a hell to park the fucking thing, especially with an audience.
I find myself a space where I literally dump the pick-up. I prepare myself mentally for the next step; getting out of the truck knowing that there will be plenty of eyes glued onto me.
Suck it up buttercup, no better time than the present. I sort of gracefully hop out of the truck and start making my way towards the clubhouse. Like I expected a lot of men and women are looking my way eying the fresh bait.
I see Tig standing next to the clubhouse door with a curvy blond latched onto his arm. Of course he already noticed me when I drove up. He is standing there with his head held high, his chin up and his whole stance is oozing confidence. Seeing him again is giving me shivers and maybe that's my answer to the question that has been haunting me the last few days. His eyes lock onto mine with a challenging stare and I suspect 'curvy blond's purpose is to be the arm candy to get under my skin.
The way towards the clubhouse seems ten times longer than it in reality is. I receive appreciative glances of several of the men when I walk passed, some cocky comments and I hear some wondering about who I am and who I am here for. Some girls don't seem to be very pleased with my arrival; they are looking at me more cautiously, others are just curious and don't seem to be too bothered.
I keep my eyes on Tig and move towards him. I see the corner of his mouth curl up in half a grin. He eyes me up and down and I suppose that I passed initial examination. Just when I wonder how I am going to introduce myself to 'curvy blond' he leans closer to her and whispers something in her ear. When she turns around Tig gives her a slap on her ass and she smiles back at him over her shoulder before she walks inside the clubhouse. That solves that problem.
My eyes smile at him, I like playing games. Tig quickly scans the crowd when I am only a few feet away from him. Before we could say anything to each other 'curvy blond' returns with two bottles of beer. TIg takes them both of her and kisses her, tongues included. "Thanks doll, now go see if you can be useful to someone else."
Oh my, she doesn't look impressed one bit. I give her a wink, "It's alright after tonight, whatever is left of him is all yours again sweetheart."
She gives me the evil eye but keeps her mouth shut as Tig pulls me flush to his side. I wrap my arms around his waist and we both ignore 'curvy blond'. Your dismissed blondie.
"Just one word of advice Tig, if it is me you want to night, then you better make sure everyone else here knows too, men … and women." I was sad enough that I waited for him and I sure as hell ain't going to fight over a one-night-stand and risk a broken nail.
He smirks and looks in the direction of where 'curvy blond' disappeared to. "And why would I do that?"
"I seriously doubt that you are the only dick around here who wants to keep me company tonight." Juice looks our way and I give him a generous smile and wave at him. Juice holds his beer up to me and gives me a wink in return. Awe, thanks Juice baby, you couldn't have done better. "Plenty of other dicks around Tig. Your call."
His eyes follow the direction I am looking in and he growls dangerously. His hand shoots up to my throat applying a subtle amount of pressure, enough to make me feel my own pulse underneath his grip. I feel the blood pressure in my head increase and my heart starts beating more rapidly.
"I will fuck you tonight." His voice is deep, dark and full of promise while his eyes are staring into mine.
I blink both my eyes at him in acknowledgement. I feel his hand move from my throat to the back of my neck never loosening up on the tight grip he has on me. I grab him by the waistband of his jeans and pull him flush against my body feeling the bulge in his jeans press against my pelvis.
"You better Tig." His hips thrust against my body and his mouth covers mine in a bruising and possessive kiss. I feel every muscle in my body react to him and I close my eyes to savor every single movement of his tongue. Did I question my sanity earlier today? Fuck that, this is going to the best vacation I had in a long time. He breaks off the kiss and pushes one of the beer bottles in my hand.
"Come, move."
Tig walks behind me towards the door of the clubhouse, his hand possessively resting on the small of my back steering me in the right direction. I nod and smile softly at the familiar faces that I have seen Wednesday as they throw their playful banter at Tig.
We make our way to the bar and have a shot of whisky each. The liquid burns down my throat and goes straight to my head. Tig is sitting on one of the barstools and I am standing in between his legs. His hands are roaming freely over the bare skin of my thighs. I wrap my arms around his neck and let my fingers play with his hair. His calloused hands on my thighs make me all warm and giddy and I press my lips on his. My tongue sweeps over his mouth asking him for entrance. He opens his mouth and takes control over the kiss. His tongue moves slow but tenacious and with determination. He makes me so fucking hot for him. It is almost embarrassing … almost.
"How long are you planning on keeping me waiting?" My words are accompanied by a daring, seductive grin.
He cocks his eyebrow at me wondering what I mean.
"I had to keep myself entertained for three damn days waiting for your ass to come back." I whimper in his ear.
Without a moment spare he grabs the bottle of whisky from the bar and with his other hand he takes me by my wrist and whisks me off to the back of the clubhouse. I laugh as I try to keep my balance on my heels and I hear the whistling and hollering from his brothers while he drags me along. He opens a door and pushes me inside kicking the door shut behind him. He leans back against the door and brings the bottle to his mouth and takes a long swig from it. He looks at me with a playful sparkle in his eyes. "So, you have been entertaining yourself then Suzy Sue?"
I shiver at his words and I lay my hands in my neck and let them slowly fall down to my breasts. I feel my nipples erect under my touch. My hands are following the curves of my body down to the bottom of my skirt. With my left hand I pull my skirt up a tiny bit and my right hand disappears between my legs. I am already moist and I feel my fingers slide over my swollen clit.
"It kept me of the streets and out of trouble." I shrug, my voice is hoarse and desperate with desire. I step back and feel the edge of the bed on the back of my knees. I bring my hand to my mouth and suck on my fingers, tasting the juices that come from between my legs.
In two steps Tig stands in front of me and grabs my hand, licking my fingers before he forces his tongue into my mouth. I know he can taste my pussy on my fingers and my tongue. His hand drifts between my legs pushing my panties to the side. He flicks his thumb over my clit and the side of his hand pushes down my slit.
"You dirty, wet bitch." He says in the reprimanding tone he seems to like to use on me so much. I moan while I grind against his hand. I have cast my sexual inhibitions a long time ago and knowing I will be gone before the morning makes me free of any reservations and all the more determined to make it worth my while.
I eagerly try and undo his belt to get him out of his jeans. He lets go of me and takes off his cut and his shirt. I fumble with his jeans before he releases me from that responsibility by undoing them himself. I quickly remove my top and skirt and kick my heels off. I press my tits against his now naked chest, skin to skin and I inhale his masculine scent of leather, booze, cigarettes and him. He pushes me down onto his bed as he drops his jeans and kicks his boots off. In no time he is standing naked before me and I am looking at his half erect member. He slowly strokes his cock and I sigh in frustration. "Give it to me, Tig."
Tig grins wolfishly and a growl escapes from his chest both adding to the adrenaline rushing through my body. The moan that escapes me looking at the sight of his hand moving up and down his hardening cock sounds like a half complaint. "You're an impatient little slut aren't ya?"
I look up to him and meet his eyes. Damn right I am impatient. "I've been waiting long enough, don't you think?"
He moves towards me, his body closer to mine. His thick, long shaft now even closer in front of my face. I suck on my bottom lip and bite down onto the flesh. "Let me see what you can do, Suzy Sue."
My left hand reaches for his stomach and I rack my nails over the skin, with my right hand I grasp the bottom of his shaft. I open my mouth and take his bulging cockhead inside, when my lips close around the tip I can't help but letting out a groan. I hear Tig laugh at my despair. I begin a gentle suction with my lips and mouth as I pump up and down his length with my hand.
Tig grabs a handful of my hair making me moan in response. I take a little more of his cock into my mouth and I look up into his eyes. My tongue is now swirling and licking it at a slow pace. His hand guides my head into a gentle bouncing motion, moving my head up and down at a steady speed.
"You like sucking cock Sue?" I moan with content, my mouth full of him, sending the vibrations of my moaning through his hard dick. I hear him let out the first pleasurable moan and I get soaked between my thighs by the sound of it. It spurs me on I keep bobbing my head, my wet lips tight around his cock. I release him from my mouth and lick it with my tongue, swirling up and down the length of it softly grazing him with my teeth. I continue to do so for some time before I take him back into my mouth. My mouth is now sucking and inhaling his cock, then releasing it only to take it back in. My pace is quicker now, more frantic and I hear Tigs encouraging moans and groans.
I feel myself shiver and I feel the urning sensation between my legs. I want to feel him inside me. I play with my hands, dig my nails in his stomach, pump up and down his shaft and keep sucking him harder and faster. I really want to feel him inside me, as in right now. I let him slip out of my mouth and lick it openly locking eyes with him. "I want to feel you inside of me Tig." I suck on his cock one more time "I want you to fuck me like you are never going to see me again."
He leans over me and I feel his tongue forcing itself inside my mouth. "How bad do you want it?" he says as he plucks at my erect nipples and sucks at both of them waiting for my answer.
"Don't play games, just give it to me." I beg him as I move farther up the bed hoping he will follow me.
He pushes me back on the bed slipping his hands under my panties pulling them down.
He leans over me forcing me on my back, his body hovering over mine. His eyes wandering over my body for a moment before he lays down on his back next to me.
"If you want it, come and take it baby." He dares me. "You better work for it."
I crawl on top of him, licking and sucking my way up starting on the skin of his stomach, my tits pressing against his cock. I move up farther keeping my body in contact with his, trying to feel as much of him as I can. My knees on either side of him and I push myself up against his chest so I am sitting on his dick. Right now it is all about me, I take what I want and he is just the tool to use. I close my eyes and focus on my slow grinding and sliding on his hard member getting us both lubricated with my wetness. I feel the head of his dick stimulate my clit and I try to regulate my breathing. I feel his hands go over my side lifting me up slightly. I buck my hips a little and feel him push against my entrance. I lower myself down to the base in one agonizing slow movement. I feel the walls of my pussy getting deliciously stretched and I gasp at the feeling of him filling me up. I hold still for a moment to allow myself to get familiar with his size. I feel my inner muscles contract, trying to suck him in and gripping onto him as tight as they can. I am drifting off in my own world of need and greed. He holds my hips, keeping me still. "Fuck, you're tight baby."
I look into his eyes and giggle. Thank you for removing the cobwebs down there.
"Feels so good, baby." I whisper. "I want to feel you."
His hands start pulling on my hips as he thrusts upwards to encourage me to start moving. I roll my hips in a slow motion and I need to focus not to reach my climax already. I swallow and lay my head in my neck as I dig my nails behind me into his thighs. I start moving faster and set a quicker pace and I hear him moan with satisfaction. My eyes open wide and lock onto his when he brings his hand between our bodies and starts rubbing my clit. "Come on baby, take it, take what you need so bad."
My breathing becomes louder and I hear the incoherent sounds I am making. I am rolling my hips and moving on his dick, riding that never ending wave of pre-orgasms, trying to prolong it for as long as I can. The intense feeling increases with every thrust of his hips and before I realize it I am falling over the edge and cum hard, panting and gasping for air. I feel the twitching of his cock inside me as my body is dealing with the aftershocks of the ordeal. I lean forward on his chest, breathing and trying to get back to my senses. He pushes me off him and flips me over on my stomach. He takes a strong hold on my hips and pulls me up, I spread my legs wider for him and I feel him line himself up. With one hard thrust he plunges straight into me. My hands grab into the ruffled sheets of his bed and I can feel him pounding into me. I wriggle underneath him, pushing my ass out more for him to reach me deeper. I can feel Tig needs his release just as much as I did and it doesn't take long before I feel him tensing up and reach his orgasm. His moans and grunts take me right there with him and finally I feel the frustration leave my body making place for a hungry desire for more.
Tig pulls himself out of me and moves up to the headboard of the bed to sit down. I am lying on my stomach. "We are not done yet are we?" I mutter. I can hear Tigs sarcastic laugh and feel his hand ruffle my hair. I hear how the whisky swirls in the bottle as he takes a swig. I crawl up to the headboard only using my arms and lay my head on the pillow.
"You greedy bitch." He says.
I turn my face to him. "I know." I give him a cheeky smile. "I don't care."
He presses the bottle against my side as a movement of retaliation and I move up rapidly when the cold glass touches my body. I take up the same position he is in, resting my back against the headboard and take the bottle from him to get a sip myself.
I sigh relieved and released. Again he laughs at me. "I take it, It's been a while then?" His voice sounds soft and caring but the words are caked with sarcasm.
"Was it that obvious?" I laugh and take another swig out of the bottle. "Thank you for letting me have that, I will make it right with you."
He leans down to me and gives me a long, warm kiss. "All good Suzy Sue". It sounds as warm as the kiss felt and I hadn't expected that of him. Like he surprised me giving me what I needed instead of taking what he felt was his.
We share a smoke and I look at the clock. "Come we are missing the party."
"You sure you wanna go out there?" He waves in direction of the main room.
I get off the bed and gather my clothes. "Tig it is not even 23.30 but if you are worried about the walk of shame then you can stay here, I don't mind, I'll check up on you later." I say with a wink as I am trying to straighten out my after sex hair.
He shakes his head and I see his lips form into a smile. "Like I give a fuck."
"Stop whining then and take me out there. I had two goals when I came here tonight, get drunk and get laid. I still need to get drunk and by then I need to get laid again."
We step into the hallway and I wait for him to close the door. Before we walk back into the party Tig stops me and whispers in my ear. "We're not done Sue, we haven't even started."
"I know." I whisper back and look at him. We make a beeline for the bar and decide on a couple of shots to get our heads buzzing. Our return didn't go unnoticed and I can hear the muffled laughs and comments around us.
Tig is standing at the head of the bar, the veins on his outstretched arms visibly popping out when he leans with the palms of his hands on the surface of the bar. I watch as he lifts his glass, grabbing around it and leaving his index finger free as he brings it to his lips, tilting his head back as he pours the whisky down his throat. He breathes in through his teeth, feeling the burn of the liquor. He puts the glass down and slides it down the bar for a refill. I like studying him. He is reactive, passionate and true and will respond accordingly, maybe in unconventional ways at times, but he will only do so when he wants to. I think he is calculated, he likes to provoke and likes to be provoked. You can't however push his buttons if he doesn't want you to push them. He would only laugh at your attempt. The way he is standing now, looking around the room like he is untouchable and at the same time he is sending out this vibe to anyone to come and dare to tell him otherwise. He seems in his element, content and I like seeing him this way.
This man is full of contradictions, surprises and does all the things that make me weak to my knees and it really does my head in. It probably doesn't make sense, but I love a man that makes me hate him for doing so.
He catches me in my thoughts and nods his head up asking what I am thinking. I lean closer to him and search for his eyes, "mmmm … I really do hate you for being you baby." I say sweetly.
He laughs at me and thankfully he doesn't ask me to explain. "You make me want to hate you too Suzy Sue." I am tempted to ask him if it is just an answer to my words or if he feels the same annoyance when he is around me as I feel when I am around him.
I never get the chance, maybe that's for the better anyways, because one by one his brothers come to collect the gossip or to blurt out some snidy comment. Back so soon? Couldn't keep it up Tig? You're getting old bro, she too much to handle for ya? If Tig here can't deliver baby, then come and see me.
It looks like we are having some sort of standing reception and I am enjoying the company. Some talk to me like Chibs , Juice and Bobby. Others like Happy only talk to Tig, I wouldn't say he ignores me, we just don't talk.
Tig has pulled me between his arms, my back towards him and I feel his hands wander over my body and the hairs of his chin on my shoulders. I truly feel happy, I like hanging out here with his brothers. Well, more like downing shots with them and just observe what's going on. The only one who didn't come near us is Koz. I have seen him tonight off and on and I have seen him glare at me several times. I don't care, it's not my problem. I am enjoying the hands on my body, the tongue in my neck, the dirty talk in my ear and I am well on my way getting absolutely wasted.
The crowd is thinning out slowly and most men have found themselves some skin to keep them warm for the night. Tig and I make our way back to his room. The night was rowdy, rough and noisy but we connected in a tender way as well. I did keep my promise and made things right. Tig done his part and fucked me like he was never gonna see me again.
I open my eyes and am greeted with this pounding feeling in my head from the heavy alcohol consumption of the night before. I try to shake it off and realize that is probably the biggest mistake of the day. Note to self: no rapid movements. Tig is still asleep and lays spread out on the bed like a starfish. I locate my clothes, put them on and rustle through my purse. I can't seem to find my bloody car keys. I hate it when that happens, it pisses me off. I walk out of Tig's room in search of the missing buggers. When I am looking around the bar area I hear Koz's voice behind me. "What ya looking for?"
He's up bright and early I think to myself. "Can't seem to find my keys. I want to grab some clothes out of my truck and have a shower before I leave."
"Are these yours?" He holds up the keys to my Ford.
"Yeah." I answer as I hold my hand up for him to toss them over. What the hell is he doing with my keys?
"Someone found them last night and I put them behind the bar."
"Ah right, thanks Koz." I say to him with a genuine smile on my face and walk off to get my clothes and at least a toothbrush.
When I am in the shower I can hear a lot of commotion down the hallway. I turn off the water and listen to the voices. I hear them say that Clay called church and that everyone needs to get up to attend. Must be something going down. I towel myself dry and put on my light blue boyfriend jeans, a white tank top and my sneakers. Perfect for driving and plain enough to be able to approach different people on the road when needed.
I make my way towards the bar. There is a pot of coffee brewing and Koz offers me a mug which I gratefully accept. I pop down the two Advil's he offers me with a glass of water and sit down to drink my coffee.
"You want something to eat?" He asks me.
Since when did he become so friendly? He never spoke a word to me last night and now there is coffee, painkillers and breakfast.
"Nah I am good. I wait for Tig to say goodbye and then I am off. I'll get something on the road."
Tig appears from out of nowhere and takes a seat next to me and bumps my shoulder. "You off in a bit?"
I nod and finish the last of my coffee. "Yup, just wanted to say goodbye and thank you." I give him a wink.
"It's all good Suzy Sue." He answers as he rubs his face. "Whose fucking brilliant idea is it to call church on Sunday morning?" He asks at no one in particular.
I see Clay and Juice come out of the chapel and everyone is slowly making their way over there now. "Take care of yourself Tig. It has been fun." I grab my bag, give Tig a peck on the lips and feel a well-aimed slap up my ass in return. When I walk towards the door I hear my name and I turn around.
"We need to have a little chat." Clay says as he motions for me to go inside the chapel. I look around and see half-awake, hung-over faces that are just as surprised as I am.
"Ok." 'oops' I look at Tig who gives me a sour grin. I walk towards the double doors and wait till I am appointed to a chair. I get the feeling this is not going to be a casual chat. Tig is seated next to Clay and I am at the other end of the table. I give him a quick glance and he meets my eyes telling me he doesn't know why we are here. The language of unspoken words. I focus on Koz who is leaning against the closed double doors with a smug face. I don't know where this is going but it sure as fuck doesn't feel like Sunday morning breakfast. My defense mechanism spontaneously flares up and I feel my survival instincts kicking in.
Clay speaks up, his voice calm and leveled. "Who are you?" He makes himself comfortable in his chair sitting sideways, half leaning against the back of his chair and half leaning against the armrest. One arm lies on the table and he is smoking his cigar.
A lot of people who try to intimidate will retort to active aggressive ways; getting in your face or raising their voice. Clay however is a different breed. He knows there are more ways than one and he knows the principle of less is more. The less he shows, the more I am supposed to wonder what he is going to do. There is nothing more frightening to a human than not knowing what is going to happen next. It's simple, if you don't know what is coming than you can't prepare your next move. Well, it works, he has the advantage over me. I have no idea what is coming to me and I don't know if I should get my defenses up or put my charm on. His body language shows me that he is in full control of the situation, that he hasn't got a worry in the world and that I am the one who should start shivering.
"Sue." I answer flatly. The minute I hear that word leave my mouth I know I am going down this road the wrong way. I am trained through life to adapt to people, absorb their ways, make that click and connect to them to gain their trust, sympathy, or whatever it takes to get what I want. I play with people's weaknesses, feelings, strengths, values and ego's to get them to do what I want. Action is reaction, always. Right now, Clay has the upper hand; I am reacting out of insecurity, out of not knowing why I am sitting here with all these men behind closed doors. I hate closed doors anyways. 'Damage control, damage control' I scant over and over inside my head. I am physically trapped while my mind is already halfway out of Charming, which means I can't go anywhere but at the same time I don't give a flying fuck and in my case that normally spells trouble.
"You care to explain why you hooked up with my Sergeant at Arms?"
I raise my eyebrows at him and look at Tig. I swear that I could see Tig's ears perk up for attention at the mentioning of his 'name'. How to answer this one? 'Because your Sergeant at Arms hadn't fucked me yet?' I don't think that is a very respectful thing to say so I just give him a confused look for an answer. I am trying to keep myself in check, I really am but I feel the little rebel awaken inside me.
"Koz has brought some interesting facts to my attention this morning."
I look at Koz and see him standing with his foot propped up the door and his arms folded in front of his chest. "What did you find so interesting about me Koz? My ass, my tits? Or are you just sour that's you didn't get a taste of my pussy?" I taunt him.
Ok, I better start shoveling because I am digging my own grave here. I really should hold my tongue and certainly not try and get into it with a group of bikers. I know better but this is just not one of those days.
I turn my attention back to Clay. "Come on Clay, I am sure you have a good reason for dragging these bodies out of bed at this hour in morning. So why don't you explain it to me." I am not stupid, the combination of me being sat down to have a 'chat' and 'interesting things' can only mean one thing. It still doesn't explain why.
He looks at Juice and Clay speaks the language of unspoken word too, because Juice starts talking.
"You are Sue-Ann Harris, thirty six years old." Now that's rude is he going to tell my weight too? Anyways, I am thirty five, at least for another two months, but who am I to argue.
I take in a deep breath, it is either that or something sarcastic is going to slip of my tongue.
"Skip the family tree." Clay says. What family tree? I have no family that I am aware off.
"In the last five years you have faced charges in the states of Oregon, Nevada and Arizona."
Here we go! Game on. Fuck damage control, the rebel is out. "Is this where I get my phone call? I wasn't aware that it is my court date today?"
I am not surprised that this is coming out, but why is it so important to them though? Come on, I spend the night here, but I am not asking for asylum or anything. Clay is giving me a glare that tells me to shut up. Happy who is sitting next to me shifted on his chair indicating the same. Yeah, yeah, I hear ya. I roll my eyes and lean back trying to look as bored as possible. I wonder how long I will be able to keep that up.
"Focus on Arizona."
"Multiple charges for disorderly conduct. Class 1 misdemeanor." Juice continues "Convicted for disorderly conduct involving a firearm. Class 5 felony."
You remember when I said to Tig that when I aim I shoot and that I don't stop firing until I run out of rounds? That was bullshit. I am a gambler, I bluff my way through life and sometimes waving a handgun around emphasizes the point I am trying to make. It was more than unfortunate that the cops chose that particular moment in time to come flying around the corner. Hook, line, sinker or in their words, booked, charged and convicted.
Several eyes are on me, some in disbelieve others curious but all waiting for my response. I shrug and decide this is the time to clean my nails. I am still trying to keep up the 'looking bored' routine.
"Multiple charges based on the Arizona loitering laws mostly for gambling in unauthorized areas and one for sex in a public place."
There is some coughing going on around me which makes me wonder if there is an immediate outbreak of the common cold.
I look at Clay and suppress a yawn. "So? Class 1 misdemeanor and about the public place thing … I got fined for that and it was worth every dime."
The coughing turned into muffled laughs. I don't give a fuck what they think of me, I am gone before lunch and before dinnertime I have forgotten all about them. However I am proud of myself for sounding so totally uninterested, I am getting good at it.
"Charged and convicted for a victimless sex offence."
I chuckle at the memory but the sound of Tig choking in his laughter makes me look up into his direction. I see several of his brothers looking at him as well and I hear Chibs mumble something underneath his breath like "Ye think ye found yer match Tigger?" I raise my eyebrows with curiosity. I don't know what he is insinuating but I am quite certain I don't even want to know. Or maybe I do, but this isn't the time or the place.
"That's naughty Clay, that wasn't in Arizona but in Nevada. I am guessing you added that little information for your own amusement. It was nothing, brought down to indecent exposure, class 1 misdemeanor and seeing what went on here last night in your clubhouse I doubt that my sexual exhibitions are shocking to you, so will you please tell me what you are getting at?"
I didn't explode, I didn't glare at him. I went by the club rules. I said please. You can't tell the president or any of these men to do anything. I know my place. Yay for me!
Clay nods at Juice.
"Larceny. False representation of fact or circumstance, calculated to mislead."
I glare back at Koz and give him a wink. That was your money gone baby.
I focus back on Clay, we are onto the serious matters now. "Guilty." I sigh. "I am convicted for larceny, theft in combination of that gun thing you mentioned earlier. I have done eighteen months in Arizona state prison after my evaluation and processing in Alhambra. I got an early kick out four months ago."
I am quiet now and I feel tired. If you can't do the time, don't do the crime. Fair enough, you won't hear me complain about it. That doesn't mean that it has been a walk in the park or that the last four months have been easy. I am trying to change my ways and I am still trying to shake the prison attitude of my back.
"I know for a fact that you didn't find shit on me since my release date." I know that doesn't count for much, means only I haven't been caught. The last four months I have been good as gold. Ok, maybe not that good … but good as silver is definitely within reach. "I still don't understand why we are discussing this." I might as well ask, because so far I still haven't got a clue.
"You come from out of nowhere, show up in Charming, hook up with my Sergeant at Arms who is responsible for the safety and security of my club and you don't see why that is a problem?"
"Honestly? No I don't. I was never going to stay here in the first place, I checked out of the motel last night and if it wasn't for all this I would be off your lot and out of Charming already." I look at Tig for some backup but I come up blank and I wonder why. All he has to do is confirm what I am saying and I am out of here. "I seriously doubt that you run a background check on every one-night-stand of your Sergeant at Arms and I seriously doubt that you all are clean as a whistle yourselves."
"That's my point."
I can't believe it took me this long before it clicked. I feel tears sting behind my eyes and I am mixed between anger and hurt. This is exactly why I don't hang around anywhere and why I don't do 'friends'.
I understand that people have trust issues with 'someone like me'. It is hard to trust someone who is known for and proven to deceive. Still it hurts when it slaps you in the face when you haven't done anything wrong. "You don't trust me."
"I don't and I want to know who send you here."
I shake my head and my hands clench into fists on the table. "No one send me Clay. Believe me, if I was sent you would never have a clue." My eyes narrow at him and I see Tig shake his head 'no', giving me a silent warning. I guess I am not allowed to threaten the president. I didn't mean to, call it bad choice of words.
I am boiling inside. I am pissed off because he thinks I am such a bad fraud that they can call me out after one day. I am good at what I do and yes I have been caught, but most of it is for petty crimes in my own personal time, like loitering and larceny. There are more times that I haven't been caught for more serious things. That must sound wrong but I have no shame about what I have done, I am not saying I am proud of it, but I definitely am not ashamed of it either.
What stings the most however is the fact that I am hurt. I don't want them to know just how much. I haven't done anything wrong and still I am convicted and that hurts, because it hurts me. There is a difference between who I am and the things I do and have done. I am accountable for the things I do, that's a choice, but don't hurt who I am.
I am done with this shit. "So can I drive out of Charming breathing or do you have other plans for me."
"Koz and Happy will escort you out of town."
Joy! That will be fun! "Fine. You could have saved yourself all this, you know. I never planned to stay in this town. If you had let me leave this morning you would have known that I never came here with an alternative motive, simply because you would have never seen my pretty face here again. Done deal. Now you are escorting me out of town because you think I might be a threat to your club."
I look at Tig. He never spoke a word but he knows I was honest, doesn't he? He should know. I can tell he is thinking this through, his thumb pressing on the bridge of his nose, following the line of his eyebrow. Probably replaying all the events in head, trying to connect the dots wondering if I deliberately ran into him or if this was just what it was, a coincidence, physical attraction and a good fuck. Nothing more, nothing less. Who cares … I am out of here.
I get off my chair and walk towards the door that is still blocked by Koz. "This was a little more than just about protecting your club wasn't it?" He smirks as I stand in front of him.
I am disappointed and hurt but I understand that they need to protect their club, their family and that 'someone like me' is a liability. I have been with other clubs and even when they knew who I am, why I was there or what I was there for, they too had always kept and healthy form of suspicion towards me and I never overstayed my welcome.
Clay didn't need to spill out all the details about my conviction in Arizona. If he looked farther into me he probably found the same kind of things throughout most states over the last fifteen years or so. Once a thief, always a thief and I have the nasty habit of stealing right from under your nose. I doubt they had the time to reach out to their contacts to see if anyone knows me, I suppose my record spoke for itself.
The only thing I wonder about is if Koz was genuinely looking out for the club or just got lucky when he tried to find a way to mock around with Tig. I don't think this is about me or the fact that he lost his money in a game of pool.
I step back and look at Tig, he catches my eyes and locks onto them. He tilts his head ever so slightly, asking me if I played him. I shake my head 'no' and he blinks both eyes in return.
Tig is a proud man and he doesn't stand for it when he gets played. He needed to know and I am glad we had a chance to have that 'conversation'. I am sure he will have to answer to the question how he could let 'someone like me' step into the clubhouse.
It means something to me that Tig blinked his eyes and gave me the benefit of the doubt at least. We are o… 'lright and with that I might forget all this drama and preserve the memories of my dark man.
Like Clay ordered both bikers get ready to escort me out of town. Koz is walking around in a huff and I hear Clay ask him what the hell is wrong with him.
"I can't find my fucking keys." He growls.
"Are these yours Koz?" I hold up a set of keys. He looks at me wide eyed and I see him wondering how I got hold of them.
"Don't get mad, get even." I grin at him and toss him his keys. "Oh and … I already took your money."
Koz and Happy follow me and slowly fall back when we reach the city limits, I roll down the side window and flip them the bird. "See ya never fuckers!"
I turn on up the volume of the radio and start blaring along with the songs. Another couple of miles and Charming will be nothing more than a blind spot on the map.
AN: I know what I want for the next chapter. I just haven't decided if I want to take a left or a right turn. It will come to me I suppose ;-)
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