Anna Mae came running at me full force, sending me almost to the ground. She wasn't that much taller than me only about three or so inches but boy she could get some real impact. "Congragulations babe!" She exclaimed.

"On what?" I dared to ask.

"Your marriage! Why didn't you invite me to the weddding or anything. I could've totally been a flower girl." Anna Mae was practically jumping up and down with excitement.

"It wasn't that glamourous Mae." I said, tucking some hair behind my ear. "Just a few vows and a bunch of Elvis impersonators and that's it. Wait." I said realizing that I didn't tell her about the wedding. Although I was going to sooner than later I wanted to be the first to tell her. Who beat me to the punch?! "Who told you about that?"

"Clay and the others are holding a party for Tig to celebrate. I'm invited so I heard. How come you didn't invite me chicka?!" She asked stomping her foot. A party with strippers, booze, drugs and how many girls pawing over him, all this for a married man? It seems a little redundant if you ask me.

"Clay and the others know!" I said loud enough to cause a scene but thank God no one was around to hear it. "Are they blowing shit out their asses?" I asked.

"Nope. They're happy." Anna Mae said with a smile. "They're glad that Tig will actually have something to do other than hang around here from now on and the other girls around here you know that."

"Yeah." I said having my suspicions about how sincere it was but I guess it was a paranoid suspicion, but one none the less . "I'm hungry." I replied wanting to quickly change the subject.

"Didn't you eat breakfast?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said remembering how I had to throw that breakfast up into the poop machine. "But that's a goner. So Ruby's Breakfast Buffet?" I asked holding out my hand.

"Are you buying?"

"Are you white?"

"Yes."

"There's your answer." I said pulling her towards the Caddie.

Now before we continue on with the story here's a history lesson for everyone. Lana Turner one of America's famous movie actresses and a sexy woman at that was discovered drinking a soda by a fountain and because of her good looks, she signed a contract with Hollywood and became America's darling. If only I were that lucky but a similar thing happened to me. Instead of Hollywood discovering me it was Gemma Teller-Morrow and instead of her coming with a contract to make movies she came with her usual drama. Plus I wasn't sipping on a soda, I was scarfing down a lumberjack breakfast.

Just as Anna Mae and I sat down to eat (I had four plates she had only one) Gemma smiled and took a seat with me and Anna Mae.

"Mind if I join you?" she asked. Anna Mae was scared of Gemma and I mean scared fucking stiff but I wasn't. I didn't know why. You should never be scared of a person. If they figure that out then they have some sort of control over you. I nodded and dug into my eggs and seven pancakes while Anna Mae just stared off at the window hoping she would go away.

"What do I owe the honor?" I managed to say with a mouthfull of pancakes. Which were beyond delicious.

"I just wanted to send my blessing to you and your husband."

"Thanks." I said putting some syrup on my eggs and swirling together and shoving it in my mouth. Anna Mae and Gemma both sat back in awe of how I could eat so quickly and still have enough time to finish more. I wasn't worried about gaining weight as much as I was more worried on if it would make my stomach look like a stretched out mess. Well one problem at a time. Gemma raised an eyebrow in suspicion. She put her purse on the table only inches away from Anna Mae.

"I can't help but wonder why so sudden? Out of the blue Tig just decides to up and get married for the next bitch that shows him the slightest bit of attention-."

"I perfer assertive and sophisticated female." I said cutting her off and shoving more food into my mouth. Gemma shook her head. "You've always been a smart ass." I shrugged. "I'm just brutally honest, just like yourself."

"True, I guess." Gemma nodded. "I'm just wondering why the sudden change for him. I'm wondering if you forced him into anything."

"Gem?" I asked.

"Yes?"

I pushed my hair back over my shoulder. "With all do respect I'm wondering how is this really any of your business." She hesitated. Like that was any surprise that I stood up to her. "I know where you're going at. I'm not some gold digging bitch who convinced him to do anything he doesn't want to do. Believe me he's not a easy person to convince of anything."

"Tig is apart of my club he is my business." Gemma said leaning back in her seat even further. As if she was like the Godfather or some shit.

"If memory serves me right Clay wears the President patch not you. I think you would serve more as a consort."

"I don't give a shit who wears the patch. This is my town. I have a right to know."

"So if you have that right to know my intentions and my business then I should ask you about Clay and Jax."

"No you won't."

"And why not?"

"They're mine, not yours."

"Right." I said drinking some orange juice. "So is Tig."

"What would you know about Tig?" she asked, snatching her purse and standing up to look down at me. I nearly broke my neck trying to look at her once again.

"What would you know? Have you been with him?" I asked. Now I was starting to get mad but I kept a straight face and my eye on the prize. I was going to be the dick, not her. The whole point of being a dick was to get the other person mad and not yourself. I had to remain calm no matter what. "What do you do anyway. Beside meddle in my marriage?"

"I'm a wife and mother sweetheart."

"Well I'm a nail technician and Tig's wife. So I think we both better stick to what we know." Gemma was going to hit me harder than she could muster right about now. But she woudn't. If she hurt me Tig would have a fucking fit. (Although he admires her, I'm still his wife and now family.) Gemma turned around to leave, but just before she was nearly out of my sight and off to burden someone else she turned around.

"By the way, welcome to the family." She said as she left. "Both of you." Damn she figured me out. Was I that apparant? Oh well. When Gemma was out of sight Anna Mae pumped her fist in the air.

"The coolest thing I have seen since the fire dance scene in Dances with Wolves!" She smiled triumphantly like she actually stood up to her. I bowed slightly and continued with my breakfast. "Oh Mae." I said, with a shake of my head. "You're so weird."

"You have no idea." She said, holding her glass up. "I propose a toast, to...."

"Being a dick!" I laughed. We clinked glasses and drank orange juice.

Not much Tig, sorry ladies. I promise next chapter will have him. Thanks so much to kvsgrl for the advice.
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