The Sons left about two hours later after a deep discussion and finally agreement between us. That next week I found myself at the Teller-Morrow Auto Shop, taking my car to get it's oil changed while also joining the Sons in on one of their meetings. Pulling up to the Shop, I watched as I saw Juice, Chibs, and Tig stand in front of one of the docks.
I know they didn't know who it was in the car since my windows are tinted well. My 1970 Dodge Charger was impressive to car lovers and I can see the looks on their faces as I pulled up. Juice looked like a kid in the toy store as he bounced lightly on his feet. Chibs' eyes was covered by glasses but he made a face that looked like he was whistling. Tig had a grin on his face that unsettled me, but I think that is just his default personality.
I turned the car off, gathered my things up. "Into the wolves den I go." I whispered to myself as I stepped out of the car. My sunglasses made it hard to tell where I was looking but I saw most of the men's faces turn slack as I stepped out, making me grin to myself. I shut the door and headed to the office to give my info to the shop and then head my way over to the clubhouse.
"Tha' is a goddess of a car, lass." I heard a Scottish accent say to me as I was making my way pass the small group of men that stood there. Doing my research, brought up Filip Telford, aka Chibs. Connections to the IRA and the Irish charter of Sons of Anarchy.
In fact, doing my research, helped me know who was who. So now I'm more knowledgeable about the people I'm going to working with.
Turning to Chibs, I smiled at him. "Why thank you." I told him.
"Do ya know wha ya need done?" He asked as he crossed his arms.
"Well, I usually do my own maintenance to my car, but I figure might as well get my oil changed while I was here." You told him. He grinned at you and then nodded his head.
"Well den, go ahead and give meh da keys and head inta the office for the info for Gem." He told me. I made an okay face and handed him the keys.
"Thank you." I told him.
"No, thank you." He told me and basically skipped to the car, closely followed by Juice and Tig. I chuckled and shook my head before making my way into the office.
Gemma was in there, facing a filing cabinet. She was looking through some files while I spoke up after a moment of silence. "Need an oil change, please."
She paused in her search of whatever she was looking for before turning around.
"Arya, sure. Let me get some paperwork for you to fill out. How are you?" She smiled at me as she went to a file holder on the desk and gave me two papers to fill out for my car to be put in their system.
I grinned back. "I'm good. What about you? Did you try that tea I gave you?" You asked her. Ever since we met at the salon, we've gotten along surprisingly. She kind of reminds me of a mix between myself and my mother. We made small talk as I filled the forms out and then handed them to her. I told her farewell and then made my way to the clubhouse. Just as I walking across the lot, a couple of the Sons pulled in and was parking their bikes along a fence that was between the Shop and the Clubhouse. I saw Clay, Happy, Jax and Opie park and pull of their helmets As they talked.
I then saw Happy staring at me with an intense look in his eyes. Which I couldn't decide if it was good or bad thing. Especially since I felt like I was connected to him somehow but no idea why. I maintained eye contact with him as I walked up, until my phone rang. I stopped just before reaching the group and took my phone out of my pocket and saw my mother calling.
I smiled and answered it. "Hey Ma."
"Hey, baby. What are you doing?" Mom sometimes does this. Where she just calls me and wants to talk. It's been like that since Dad passed. She just gets a little lonely whenever her friends aren't there. Which most days they are. Although she has made sure that she does it when I'm home because she knows that if I'm on duty, it's dangerous to call me.
"I'm heading into a meeting. What's up?" I told her. I then glanced at the men and saw Opie and Happy concentrated on my conversation. I raised my eyebrow at them but otherwise ignored it.
"I'm headed to the salon, need to get my relaxation on." I laughed at my mom. Sometimes she can be so extra. When her heart problems started to get worse, she has done more relaxing things to do.
"Okay, ma. Why don't I call you back later or maybe meet up with you at home? Could get dinner going." I asked her when I saw Jax nodded to the clubhouse. I followed behind. I noticed Happy walked beside me with his hands in his jean pockets as well as taking glances at me every now and again. I grinned to myself.
"Alright, hun. Sounds good. Could you make my favorite?" Mom asked. Then I heard her tell someone in the background something about a spa special. She must have made it to the salon.
"Sure, ceviche, right?" I asked her. It was the meal dad first made her when they first got together. It's been her favorite since. I noticed Happy perk up at the sound of the meal. It was a classic Hispanic meal, so I could understand why he would be interested. I know his parents were Hispanic too. I also know his dad passed too. When he was 10. It came up in the research I did.
"You know me so well." She told me. "Alright, I'll let you go. See you later."
"Alright, ma. I'll see you." I told her before hanging up.
The walk into the clubhouse was silent for a minute before I heard a husky voice speak from next to me as we walked up the bar. "Didn't know you were Hispanic." I looked over at Happy as I pushed my sunglasses up into my hair.
"Yeah, on my dad's side. African American on my mom's" I told him. He nodded and leaned against the bar. A guy behind the bar with a kutt on with less patches as the others started to give each of the Sons a beer. As he finished, he turned to me.
"You want anything, ma'am?" He asked. I tilted my head at him.
"Just a water for now." I told him.
Happy turned so he was leaned on the bar on one of his arms. "You don't drink?"
I mimicked him and faced him with a grin on my face. "Not when I'm surrounded by people I don't know. Plus, it dulls the senses. I don't think I could drink right now without getting impaired." I told him.
"Oh, really?" He said as he leaned in a little bit. "What can you sense around you?" He asked me. I narrowed my eyes slightly as he moved a little bit closer again. Although I had a grin on my face.
"I'm usually good at sensing things around me. I was in the Military, so I had to have a good sense of my surroundings. Like the fact that I can feel Tig getting a little close for comfort behind me." I said without moving as I felt Tig's presence behind me. Tig's breath was softly blowing on my neck.
Happy started to glare at Tig, making me raise my eyebrow. Then Tig's presence left me and Happy's glare followed him as Tig walked around me to head towards Opie and Juice who was over by the pool table. Happy's face went lax as he turned back to me.
"Military, huh?" He asked me.
"My Papa was in the military for 20 years, when I was 18 I joined. Papa died when I was 16, but he taught me all he could before he passed. In fact, I think I knew how to shoot a gun before I was 13." I told him. He tilted his head at me. His eyes were intensely watching me as I spoke. But I was watching him just as intensely.
He was very attractive. He was in his late 30s, early 40s. He had copious number of tattoos which was not unattractive. I had a few on me but none that was viewable. I could tell he was Hispanic by his skin tone and facial features. I knew he was an enforcer for the Sons, which means he is very similar to what I do.
He was mysterious, and it seems like we had a mutual interest.
"I have a very serious question." He told me with an emotionless expression.
I nodded. "Ask away."
"What does Blacklisted mean and how did you become Blacklisted?" He asked.
I took a big inhale of breath. "Well, when I was going through basic, my Drill Sergeant had saw how skilled I was with weapons and tactics and decided to put me through some tests. Tests that I passed with flying colors in front of some superiors. I was then recruited into a training for a special operation unit that dealt with things the government wanted on the low. Now, usually I'm not supposed to talk about it. But I think with the situation it'll be okay.
"Being Blacklisted means I can do anything illegal. I can't get touched by any government official. There is much more detail but I don't really want into that long list of things I could get away with." I finished telling him.
By the time I was finished talking, Happy had gotten closer. And just I finished what I was saying, he put a finger on my hand that was resting on the bar.
It sent a jolt into my hand and warmth spread from my hand to my head and then spread all through out my body.
I frowned my eyebrows, but I watched his face as he made the same facial expression. He felt it too.
"Alright, Church!" Clay's voice knocked us out of whatever moment we were in and we both slowly straightened up and followed the others into the room that they held their meetings. They must not of noticed the moment we and Happy had as they didn't act like anything had happened.
Each of them threw their phones in an old cigar box. I was in last, just behind Happy, and Clay told me to leave my phone in the box.
I put my phone in the box and followed the men inside with door shutting behind me.
