Entry # 11
Agent Stahl was a giant fucking asshole. I mean fuck pressing the "women" of fucking Samcro. And not all the old ladies only the ones that she has something fucking on. She fucking pressed Donna, who has enough shit on her plate. Plus she doesn't know fuck about the club since she has made her feelings known about the club. Cherry isn't even really fucking old lady yet since Half Sack's a prospect. Besides, bullying a woman because she escaped from a abusive marriage is fucked up. And well ... Tara is my friend and I don't like when people fuck with my friends.
She also did something that I was really fucking surprised at. Stahl fucking interviewed me!
I was sitting on the picnic bench outside eating a cheese sandwich for lunch when that bitch walked up to me.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?" asked Agent Stahl, sitting down right next to me. I looked up at her really fucking confused. I mean I' R.
"You do know that I'm not a old lady, right? And I really don't have anything to lose?" I snapped. She just fucking laughed. I really think Stahl is fucking insane.
"Yes. You're the only female member of Samcro. Really, really impressive I must say," Stahl told me. This bitch is totally trying to play me I thought. She passed me a list of my arrests and my one conviction.
"I see that you have been arrested four times. Two of those times for assault, both that were dropped even before you were booked. One time that was ... public indecency in Washington State. When you were about seventeen. Um... must have something to do with that hunky boyfriend of yours. And yes that last one is all about possessing illegal firearms. A lot of them, I see. That was the arrest that landed you six months in Prison. Right?" continued Stahl.
So, what I thought. I shrugged. "Yep. I spent six months in prison. But what's your fucking point?" I growled. I don't like talking to feds.
"You were seventeen years old then. You could have gotten twenty-five to life. The case was pretty cut and dry. You were caught red-handed with twenty loaded firearms. You were luck that the judge decided to go easy on you because you were underage." the agent reported.
"Again, your point?" I asked.
"My point is you have put up with a lot to be part of Samcro." shrugged Stahl. Four arrests? And only six months? Is this woman fucking shitting me?
"Four arrests are nothing. And I can do six months in my sleep. I'm going to go back to work," I said as I got up.
"Sure, but that was time you could of spent being a regular kid. Time that you brother in the club got. I checked the rest of the guys' records. None of them got arrested for major shit like this until they were at least eighteen. The club makes you start early to prove that you're tough enough? I understand, ATF isn't exactly a women's world either," rambled Stahl.
I just stared at her.
"I've heard that their are a list of rules that you had to agree on for you to join the club. The rumor is that you actually had to sign a piece of paper, which I don't believe the male members had to do. Why would you put up with a club that makes you jump through extra hoops just because of your gender? I bet you're tougher that half those men," Stahl stated.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I flatly stated. My eyes must of given something away because she smirked.
"I was right. Wow, there is a list. I wish I could get hold of that thing. What did you have to sleep with all the members?" Stahl joked.
I fucking lost it. I couldn't believe she would even consider that they would ask me to whore my self out or that I would agree to such fucking degrading terms. I have a lot of fucking pride. I saw red. The next thing I fucking remember was Owen and my brother holding me back.
Stahl was fucking black and blue. She was trembling.
"You...You..." She mumbled. I think Stahl was in fucking shock. Fuck! I shouldn't have done that I thought.
"I'm not a fucking slut!" I shouted while the blood rushed though my ears.
"Shut up, kid." My brother ordered. I started breathing evenly, knowing that I needed to calm the fuck down.
Stahl stood up. She staggered a few times. She looked me dead in the eye.
"I could arrest you, right now." Stahl wheezed.
I turned to both Jax and Owen. "I'm not going to hit anybody. Could you let go?" I requested. They did.
I walked right up to her face. She flinched. I hate myself for this, but I felt a little bit of joy from it.
"Yes, I know. But you're not." I seethed.
"Why not?" Stahl whispered.
"Because you went to far. And you know it. We are too similar for you to arrest me." I calmly stated.
She glared at me, but walked away.
Owen hugged me to him. "Your fucking insane, Cas." He smiled.
That I am.
