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General trigger warnings for this story: Language, smut, mentions of rape, abuse, drug use/overdose, violence/death.

CHAPTER 28: FUNDRAISER

"Tell everyone to leave room for the busses." Gemma ordered Luann from across the Sam Crow booth where they were setting up for her 'Taste of Charming' fundraiser tomorrow.

"Who are we bussing?"

"Oakdale assisted living. Seniors are all compulsive gamblers, it triples our raffle dollars." The matriarch smirked.

"God bless social security." Sydney chuckled with the older women as she stacked plastic cups on the foldout tables.

"Hey, I uh… Never got to thank you for the other day." Gemma lowered her voice, nodding to Sydney from where she stood beside her.

"The club protects their own." She nodded

"You know, sayin that won't get you a patch any sooner." Gemma smirked.

"Eh, I figure it's worth a shot." Sydney chuckled.

"Gemma."

"Oh hey, April." Sydney turned her head towards the black haired woman who she'd seen helping set up around the school yard. "I appreciate you comin to help."

"Yeah…" She smiled. "Can I ask you something?"

"What?" Gemma trailed off, knowing that this couldn't be good.

"Charlie's band is playing during the fireworks tomorrow night, he really wants his dad to come…"

"Shit… April I- I don't think Clay is gonna go for-"

"I would never ask anything like this. Me and you - we understand what went down. But Charlie? He doesn't know. It break his heart that his dad can't come to anything around here, no baseball games, no school stuff, no-"

"Alright, alright, alright." Gemma cut off the pleas of the desperate woman who she truly felt for - a rare occurrence. "I'll bring it up to Clay, but I can't promise anything."

"Thank you." April replied sincerely before getting back to work.

"Who was she?" Sydney asked.

"April Hobart."

"Hobart… Hobart like Kyle Hobart?"

"Yeah that's right…" Gemma furrowed her brows. "You know about Kyle?"

"Yeah, me and Tig saw him at Fun Town."

"What?" Gemma exclaimed when she heard that the excommunicated man had been seen in Charming. Now she would definitely ask Clay to put it up for a vote, Kyle needed to be sent a message.

"I'm sure that's all you'd need to tell Clay if you don't want him to come…" Sydney raised a brow.

"I don't give a shit if he comes, they do. He ruined Opie's life."

"Where does she stand on it?" Sydney nodded towards April across the field who was hanging a banner.

"She divorced him, stayed in Charming. She stands with the club."

"Damn… Now that is an old lady." Sydney looked to her mentor knowingly, the two sharing a chuckle.

"Chuck's been cookin the books for the asian mob - skimmed $400k off of Henry Lin's crew. Otto was keepin him safe up at Stockton, but he gets out tomorrow. So: we protect him, we pick up the cash, we get him outta Cali." Clay relayed the plan that he and Jax had devised with their incarcerated brother on their day's visit to Stockton to everyone at the table who nodded their understanding, grateful for the timing of this breakthrough when they were deeply in need.

"We're gonna split the cash with Chucky Boy. Twenty-five percent goes to us, Otto wants his twenty-five to go to Luann." Jax added.

"Aint gonna be a cakewalk." Bobby shook his head. "Lin's a dangerous cat… Sneaky little bastard."

"That's why we're gonna work three-man shifts. We keep this place locked down, Chuck never leaves the clubhouse, and the garage is open for pickups only."

"Skim is hidden in one of the restaurants Lin uses as a front. Gonna keep Chucky here until Sunday, go pick up the money when the place is closed. Happy's gonna be back later with the glocks, so we'll bring em to Laroy tomorrow after we scoop up Chuck."

"Good." Tig tapped the table in agreement, the rest of the men nodding.

"Got anything to add, Princess?" Sydney pursed her lips and shook her head in response to Jax's question that she knew was for the sole purpose of asserting his dominance. Regardless of their ongoing power struggle, she thought it was a good plan - and it was nice to see him and Clay working together on something.

"Good." He pushed his chair back with a smug smile.

"Uh… Wait a minute, wait a minute." Clay put his hand up to halt their departure. "There's uh… There's one more thing." He rubbed his forehead regrettably. "April Hobart wants to know if her old man can come to the fundraiser to see his kid's band play." He dropped the bomb in a voice which told Sydney that the idea to put it up for a vote was all Gemma's.

"You gotta be kiddin…" Jax asked Clay as everyone turned to Opie, looking for his reaction.

"I know…" He sighed.

"That's done brother, that's done." Tig shook his head.

"No I know, but… You know she took a big hit standin behind. She supported the club." Clay tried to reason as everyone looked to each other skeptically. "It's for her, not Kyle. I figured I'd throw it up for a vote." He sighed again.

"What? Don't got nothin to say? No opinion on how we should handle our problem?" Jax egged Sydney on from across the table, pushing harder and harder for a reaction as his carefully chosen words reminded her of her position: an outsider.

"It's not my beef." She responded simply.

"Where the hell's that attitude been hidin?"

"What's your problem, man?" Tig squinted, defending his woman as Jax attacked her seemingly for no reason.

"Yeah Jackson, what's your problem?" Sydney mimicked sweetly.

"Let him come." Opie announced in an attempt to diffuse the situation, a method that was effective as Jax's face fell, looking to his best friend for an explanation.

"Are you serious?" The VP blinked in disbelief.

"This can't be about gettin even… Not at the school." Clay scolded.

"It's not about that. The guy's got nothin, right? No club, no family. It'd do me good to see that, appreciate what I got." He tipped his beer back.

"Anybody oppose?" Clay nodded, pleased with the maturity of one of his younger members, hoping that maybe Jax would take notes from his lifelong pal.

"Yeah, me!" Tig hollered.

"I don't agree with it." Piney threw his cigarette butt into the ashtray, glaring at his son in disappointment.

"This is wrong." The Sergeant continued.

Clay looked around the table, no one saying else objecting to the matter. "Majority rules. The vote passes, let him come." He smacked the gavel in conclusion.

"You okay with that Sydney? You gonna let us make a decision for our club?"

"Alright, that's enough." Sydney slammed her hands down on the table, pushing her chair back as she stood, pulling her glock from her waistband and walking around the table to the VP.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey!" Tig began protesting when he saw what she was doing, Clay rising from his seat to stop her before he heard the cocking of her gun and found himself on the other end of it, being forced back into his seat as the feisty woman managed to restrain him without even looking over her shoulder.

"I'm gonna give you one free punch, let's go." She told Jax who rose from his seat, staring down at her hard as he weighed his options. He couldn't believe this girl. Exposing him to his club, holding the President at gunpoint and then demanding that he hit her. Who the fuck did she think she was?

"I'll keep my promise." She sneered through gritted teeth as the cocky man stayed silent. "You had so much to fucking say before, why so quiet now? Or was the first one enough for you?" She'd adorned his yellow and purple marks like a badge of honor, taunting him with the evidence ever since he'd left it - a message that she wasn't afraid to out him if he pushed her to it.

"What the hell is she talking about?" Clay demanded.

"Nothing." Jax responded quickly. Her comment suggesting to everyone that he'd hurt her was one thing - but risking her outing him for the Mayans was another, and he had vastly underestimated how far she was willing to go.

Sydney saw the surrender in his eyes - the desperation. She lowered the gun, taking a step back from the VP. "Give us a minute."

Clay looked to Jax who nodded and took a step back. The President stood after a moment of hesitation, signalling for everyone to clear and leave them to work their shit out.

Tig was the last to stand, weary about leaving her alone with Jax but the glare that he got from Clay told him that it wasn't up for discussion. He stood, walking stiffly out of the chapel with a storm brewing in his mind. He had so many questions, questions that he would've known the answers to if he would've just fucking told her the truth yesterday. He knew that this had something to do with Jax trying to get her to lie for him, but he couldn't stop thinking about those bruises. She'd laughed it off and told him yesterday that they were "battle wounds" from her rough arrest, but something about what she'd said to Jax in front of everyone just didn't sit right.

"I gotta give it to you Jackson, you're real bold challenging me when I'm the one who knows your secrets." Sydney scoffed once they were alone.

"Could say the same to you." He scoffed back, reminding her that she had taken both the Vice President, and President at gunpoint in the span of an hour. "Maybe I'll let Tig in on your little date yesterday, I'm sure he'd love to hear about it." The blonde man smirked.

Sydney snorted when he presented her with his leverage - the leverage that she and Tig had laughed about the day before. She kept her mouth shut, if him thinking that he had dirt on her would stop him from trying to dig up more - she would let him.

"Glad to see you took that note about laying your hands on me." She winked before pushing herself up from the table.

Tig had reluctantly ridden along for the pickup of their refugee at Stockton State Penitentiary, him and Bobby guarding Half-Sack, Clay, and Jax who rode in the van, from the potential threat of Henry Lin. After making the drop of the glocks to Laroy, they made their way back to the clubhouse to store their prizes from the day before Bobby, Jax, and Tig took off to help Gemma with the fundraiser.

When they arrived, they saw Kyle and his girlfriend getting out of their truck. The Sons glared at their former brother in disapproval before Jax cut the tension, sending his companions to check in with Gemma.

"Ah shit." Gemma looked up when Luann nudged her once she saw the bikers finally trickling in. "You are late!" She scolded as she marched toward them.

"Do you have any idea how difficult it is to get this into a helmet?" Bobby defended as he fluffed his Elvis wig.

Sydney chuckled, leaning back against one of the coolers while she and Tig watched the overweight man scurry backwards as the angry woman closed in on him.

"Havin fun?" Tig turned to face her with a smirk, looking around the booth where Gemma had commissioned her to serve chili.

"I am now." She smirked, tiptoeing to kiss him.

Hale was walking across the parking lot to join in on the community event when he saw Sydney behind the Sam Crow booth, entangled with none other than Tig Trager… He grit his teeth, ignoring the chill that ran through his veins - it was what he should've expected all along.

"Is everything okay?" Tig whispered into her hair as she hung off of his shoulders.

"It will be." She nodded.

"Syd… You can't just-"

"I don't need you to tell me what I can and can't do." She pulled herself from his previously comforting grasp.

Jax greeted Opie who happened to arrive just after Kyle, looking less than pleased to see that his former accomplice seemed to be doing okay with his expensive truck and hot, young girlfriend. He clapped his friend on the shoulder before he walked off to join his family, making sure that he was out of view before heading over to Kyle to give him the rundown on how today was to play out.

The VP was almost glad when the weasel of a man presented him an opportunity to let out some of the anger he'd been holding in, slamming him against the wall - the same way he'd done to Sydney the day before - when he tried to buy his way back into the club with a stolen parts gig, bullshitting about how he just wanted to share in the pot as his way to make up for the damage he'd caused.

Gemma looked up from the money she'd been counting to see her son holding Kyle against the wall, staring him down until he let up. Sydney shook her head slowly with a smirk, taunting the VP from afar. Tig watched the silent exchange between the two young blondes, kissing her on the cheek protectively while staring at Jax before making his way over to the Elvis booth, needing some good entertainment to lift his spirits.

"Hey." Jax greeted his mother as he waltzed into the booth, helping himself to a tortilla chip.

"How are the guys handling Kyle?" She questioned after witnessing the scuffle not long ago.

"Nothin to handle. Kyle's dead." He took a bite as he watched the man participating in the egg toss with his daughter.

"Looks alive and kicking to me." Sydney responded cheerfully, swiping the chip from Jax's hand and popping it in her mouth.

"Your boyfriend comin?" He asked menacingly - cryptically reiterating his threat.

Sydney scanned the crowd for the cop, smirking when her green eyes landed on him. "He sure is." She grabbed a bowl of chili and made her way over to him.

"He's not dead to Opie." Gemma lowered her voice as she observed the bearded man watching his enemy in envy from his concealed position behind the booths. Jax turned his attention to where his mother was looking, touching her shoulder by way of farewell before heading over to his conflicted brother.

"Hi Davey." Sydney greeted the blue eyed man with a grin. "Figured I'd return the favor." She winked, holding out the bowl of hearty soup.

"Thanks." He accepted the meal, avoiding eye contact. "So, you're with Trager." He stated his observation while staring off into the distance.

"You sound disappointed. I didn't make you fall in love with me that fast, did I?" She teased with a smirk.

"What happened?" Hale was grateful to find a distraction from her question, nodding to the bruising across her chest that he knew hadn't been there before. "Did he do this to you?" His eyes finally met hers, expressing his concern over her safety.

"Are you checking out my rack, deputy?" She feigned offence with her hand over her heart before dropping the facade with a playful smile. "Unfortunately Mr. Hale, part of throwing punches is that you gotta take a few in return."

"You are full of surprises."

"I pride myself on it. I'll see you around." She squeezed his bicep and winked before returning to her post.

Jax and Opie smoked while discussing Opie's inability to make things work with his family, hoping that seeing Kyle be a miserable piece of shit would've helped him - but the opposite had occurred.

"Seems like I'm not the only one struggling." Opie looked to his friend knowingly before he nodded towards the little blonde girl. "What's going on with that?" The quiet man had witnessed the tension between the reaper royals for weeks, and based on what he saw in church today, it was only going to keep getting worse.

"Ah, she's just a mouthy bitch." Jax brushed the question off with a smug smile and shrug of his shoulder.

"And you're not?" Opie retorted with side-eye and a smirk.

"Hey, come on man." He groaned, playfully shoving his friend. Their attention returned to Kyle who had just been pelted by an egg, struggling to get his sweater off while holding his daughter. Their faces fell when they saw it. The SOA ink that he had been ordered to blackout after he was exiled.

"He still has that tat…"

"Yeah." Jax whipped his half-smoked cigarette into the dirt, standing to walk over and handle the situation before he was stopped by Opies large hand on his chest.

"This is me."

Sydney watched as Jax and Opie stood, angrily glaring at Kyle before Opie followed him into the school's gymnasium and Jax walked over to Donna - snickering as the VP found himself on the receiving end of a few water guns along the way. She watched as Donna grew angrier and angrier listening to whatever Jax's words were - although that didn't say much since Donna seemed to get angry anytime anyone spoke to her, and Jax seemed to piss off anyone he spoke to. Jax bid her goodbye with a squeeze to her shoulder before heading to the gymnasium.

"You seen Jax?" Bobby asked Gemma as he and Tig approached the booth.

"He's with Ope… Why?" Gemma questioned wearily, knowing that the reason was about to piss her off.

"Boss wants us."

"You got two more hours in that booth." She sighed.

"Sorry mother." Tig dismissed, nodding for Sydney to follow.

"Jesus christ. Clay…" Gemma whined once they were gone.

"Sucks bein boss, don't it?" Unser chuckled, smiling to his old friend.

"All that fried shit's gonna kill ya." She looked down at the half-eaten corndog he was holding.

"Yeah, cause the cancer's keepin me fit and spunky." He joked before looking around to make sure there was no one in earshot. "You okay? From that raid?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." She looked up to see Tara staring at the PD booth, looking startled before turning and walking away quickly. "Who's that guy behind the grill?" She pointed to the silver haired man who had spooked Tara as he laughed with a customer, wondering if he was the reason that she'd found a gun in her purse the other day when she'd give her a ride home.

Unser looked over his shoulder. "Oh that's our new best friend, Agent Kohn - A.T.F.

"The fed looking into the club is grilling sausages?" She asked incredulously.

"Must be part of his special federal trainin." He joked. "Good chili." He nodded, holding up his bowl - although he'd already known that Gemma was the best cook in town.

"They're in the gym with Kyle…" Sydney nodded to the school building where the three emerged. It was clear by their battered and bloody faces that Opie and Kyle had been settling their differences and Jax had gone to intervene - but why were they now walking side by side like buddies?

"Are we okay here?" Bobby asked as they approached.

"Yeah." Jax nodded confidently, his eyes flicking to see Kyle - who was already on thin ice - checking Sydney out. Tig ripped off his sunglasses and glared with that threatening blue gaze that the light haired man was all too familiar with. "What's up?" He asked before Tig could blow their plan with his jealousy.

"We gotta go. Chow mein's ready."

"Now?" Jax scowled, knowing that the plan to hit the restaurant was scheduled for tomorrow when it was closed. The two men nodded their confirmation, not giving any details in front of Kyle about Clay's decision to get it over with so that they could get rid of Chucky and their chinese admirers. "Alright, I'll catch you guys back at the clubhouse." He nodded to the pair of enemies who nodded and walked off.

"You gonna leave them alone?"

"I'll tell you on the way…" Jax watched over his shoulder until Opie had led Kyle far enough away, his attention being stolen by the familiar face staring at him from the Charming PD booth.

"Jax, who is that guy?" Tig asked when he noticed the staredown that was taking place. Before Jax could answer, his lack of attention bought him crashing directly into yet another problem that he didn't want to deal with right now.

"You tell Clay that I'm pissed off!" Gemma scolded. "It's bad enough that his sorry ass isn't here, now he's taking all my manpower."

"Who's that guy with the cops?" He ignored his mother's complaints

"That's your A.T.F. guy."

"That guy was at the hospital last night watching me with Abel…" Sydney's heart sank when she heard the words come out of his mouth. Obviously Tara hadn't told him about Kohn's true intentions and hearing that the man was getting bolder and bolder - hiding in plain sight, only meant that time was running out before someone would get hurt.

"He's dangerous bro." Tig shook his head.

"Keep an eye on him, if he follows us out of here or leaves at any point, you give me a call." Jax instructed.

"Prepay?"

"Yeah."

The VP led everyone over to where their bikes were parked before he explained the plan to his confused entourage. "Kyle never blacked out his ink. Earlier he was trying to pitch me some stolen parts gig. Ope used the beatdown as a cover to make Kyle think that we're good. We needed something to get him to the clubhouse. He's good to come to Clay with his offer, but I don't know how we're gonna get him to the garage where we can chain him up. We need-"

"A distraction." Sydney cut him off with a smug smirk on her face.

Jax bit his lip and shook his head before looking to the pavement, unable to keep himself from laughing at his own stupidity for how he'd set the stage for her.

"Yeah…"

The club was sat in the van with Chucky who had his hands duct taped to the armrests to keep them out of his pants, as Tig drove them to Lin's restaurant where the money was hidden. Sydney ignored the mindless chatter, trying to figure out the best way to handle the Kohn situation. She knew that she needed to tell Jax, warn him about the threat that Kohn really posed, but she also knew that he wasn't exactly her biggest fan at the moment and she worried that if she told him and he didn't take her seriously, the consequences of his carelessness could - yet again - land on the entire club.

Sydney wasn't pulled from her thoughts until she realized that everyone was exiting the van, ready to move in as they shed their kuttes and readied their weapons - quickly climbing out after them.

"You with us?" She heard the soft whisper in her ear, glancing up to see Clay looking down on her with concern.

"Yeah." She shook her head and blinked a few times, refocusing herself on the task at hand.

"Why don't you wait out here with Tig, our friends in the Beamer shouldn't be too far behind."

"Okay." She nodded.

"We'll be ready." Tig confirmed to his President, placing his hand on Sydney's shoulder as they watched their President, Vice President, and liability, barrel into the chinese restaurant. "Baby… You gotta tell me what's goin on." He kept his voice low so that the rest of the crew in the van wouldn't hear. "I can't help you if you don't-"

"I don't need your help." She snapped, her eyes lingering on him before the anger behind them turned to guilt. "I got a bad feeling about that fed…" It wasn't the whole truth, but it wasn't a lie either.

"It got anything to do with this?" He brushed the back of his hand over her chest.

"No." She recoiled from his touch. "I told you yesterday. I was slammed against a fucking bar and spent a night in a prison cell. Sorry I didn't come out clean and perfect like you wanted." She stormed away, around to the opposite side of the van. She squeezed her eyes shut, hating herself for gaslighting him but knowing that telling him where the bruise really came from would only make things worse. Right now, she needed Jax to trust her - not think that her goal was to turn his club against him.

"Our friends in the Beamer are here." Bobby announced from the side door, providing a much needed distraction as Clay, Jax, and Chucky emerged with the bag of cash.

"Another interested party's been takin laps in the silver Caddy." Tig nodded to the grey sedan driving past.

Sydney was impressed with his observation. She hadn't noticed shit going on around them while they had been talking and she didn't think he had either. She looked at him from the other end of the van, cursing herself for pissing him off when he was in full Sergeant mode and looking so good in his sunglasses and flannel - longing for the days when he was more interested in her pussy than her safety.

"Shit is on…" Jax pulled the gun from the back of his pants.

"Alright, let's go. Jax drives." Clay said calmly, walking toward the van slowly.

"Oh we're fucked." Sydney scoffed as she climbed into the van, hearing that Jax was appointed as driver.

Sydney sighed when Jax revealed that his master plan was to attempt to drive straight out of the lot, quickly being cut off by the blue BMW. He put the van into reverse, hammering his foot on the gas before trying the other exit which was blocked by the silver Cadillac.

"Shit! Hold on."

"What'd I tell ya?" Sydney shook her head, smiling when Clay looked back at her with a smirk.

"Sunday would've been so much better!" Chucky whined while Tig held him in place with a wicked grin on his face. He thrived in chaos.

Jax rammed the Beamer, attempting to push it out of the way with the size of the van, but he couldn't get enough speed in the short distance of the parking lot. "Well that didn't work…"

"No shit it didn't" Sydney scoffed as he reversed again, the men from the smash beamer beginning to shoot at the black van that was trapped with no way out.

Tig grabbed Sydney and shoved her to the floor of the van, shielding her body from the bullets while everyone else attempted to take cover - Clay diving into the back and Jax ducking below the steering wheel.

"Shit…" Jax cursed as Lin's men closed in. "What's the plan here Clay?"

The President looked down into the bag of money that he'd landed on, happening to catch sight of… "Plates?" He held up the currency maker. "These are plates for a twenty..." He grabbed a stack, rubbing the bills between his fingers to find that it was fake.

"This shit's counterfeit?" Jax exclaimed to Chucky with a glare.

"All we want is the bag!" They heard from outside the van.

"It's not shit, it's really good… These bills will pass anywhere." The squirrely man tried to reason with the pissed off bikers.

"God dammit!" Clay socked him before getting out, holding the bag to show his surrender. "I wanna talk to Lin!"

Henry Lin emerged from the Cadillac where Clay cut a deal with him, offering him the money, plates, and Chucky for sixty thousand. Sydney grinned when she saw the President capitalizing on the situation - milking Lin for as much as possible for their Irish debt.

"Hey Chuck!" Clay called.

"Was there ever any real skim money?" Jax interrogated while Tig held him down.

"No." He trembled. "I'm sorry!" He exclaimed when Bobby shoved him. "I needed protection and I figured you guys could still spend the money." Tig and Bobby hauled him out of the van, dragging him over to where Clay stood with Lin - making the hand off despite his desperate pleas for mercy.

Jax watched from the driver's seat in turmoil, watching Chucky being shoved into the Cadillac as he begged them to spare his life - oblivious to the fact that Sydney was sitting behind him with the exact same expression.

They returned to the clubhouse safely where Piney, Opie, and Kyle were waiting. Clay rounded the bar, twisting the cap off of a Budweiser while Jax filled Piney in on the chinese situation.

"Clay, good to see you man." Kyle extended his hand with a grateful smile, but the older man ignored the gesture, tossing his bottle cap over his shoulder.

"So, I hear you got an offer that I can't refuse." He rounded the bar, taking a seat at the table where the former sat.

"Somethin like that." He smiled with a nod.

"Well, I better get back to the fireworks or your mom's gonna be stuffin gunpowder up my ass." Opie announced once the plan was in motion, looking over his shoulder at Jax as he began walking towards the hallway.

"Yeah, I'm sure we're all on Gemma's shit list by now." Jax followed him, waving to Kyle. "Ope." He caught up to the tall man once they were out of view. "You sure you're okay with this?"

"Yeah." He nodded. "Look, about what I was sayin earlier… It doesn't mean I don't want this. I'd rather be dead than be that guy"

Sydney scowled as she listened to their conversation from her position around the corner, wondering what exactly it was that Opie had said earlier - and if it was a shared opinion, something that she wouldn't have been surprised about after witnessing both of their questionable actions over the last few weeks.

"I know." Jax nodded sincerely, nudging his friend down the hallway. The VP looked to his right, giving Sydney her signal before following his friend.

Sydney listened as Kyle pitched his bullshit scam, waiting until they all started drinking in celebration after Clay accepted. She peered around the corner as the blonde man took a shot, waltzing out once Clay gave her the nod.

"Hey, Kyle…" The President got his attention, nodding towards the absolute dime of a woman who he'd seen with them at the event earlier - now standing across the room, summoning him over with a smile.

"Oh man…" Kyle groaned as he freely raked over her perfect body, blonde with big tits - just how he liked them. "You serious?"

"Hey." Clay smiled with a shrug. "If you're really gonna make me as much money as you say you are, then this is the least I can do."

"She's a good one man." Tig winked, knowing that he and the douchebag with a buzzcut had always shared in their taste of women.

Kyle grinned as his eyes dilated, getting up and walking towards his prize who took his hand and led him outside. "Damn baby…" He watched her round ass as her hips swung in front of him, licking his lips. "They didn't have whores that looked like you when I was around…"

"Is that any way to talk to a lady?" She joked, looking over her shoulder as she led him to the TM office.

"I just call them like I see them, sweetheart." He shrugged smugly from the doorway before following her inside.

"That usually work with the girls?" She raised a brow as she walked backwards through the door that led to the garage before turning her back on him again.

"Eh." He shrugged again. "I get by."

"You wanna get by with me?" She turned to face him, narrowing her eyes seductively as she leant against the blue beam of the car lift.

"Hell yeah I do…" His voice dropped as he approached her.

"Mmm, I bet you do…" She slid her hand up his chest, slowly pushing against it and turning him as she reached into the back pocket of her denim shorts, positioning him so that his back was pressed against the lift now. "A lot of boys wanna get by with me..." She leant towards his neck, her breath tickling the sensitive skin.

"I can see why." He shivered before grabbing her ass and pulling her against him.

"But the thing about me? That makes them all want me?" She ghosted her lips over his neck as she spoke, sliding the back of her hand down his arm. "Is that I don't fuck just anyone. I'm selective." Kyle smirked as she stroked his ego with the same enthusiasm that he was about to have her stroking his cock with. "I could never fuck somebody who turned on a brother." She breathed into his ear.

"What the hell is this?" His face fell once he processed the words that had left her mouth. "Who are you?" He demanded angrily.

"The decoy." She smirked as the clicking of the handcuffs filled the empty garage, grinning down at his wrist that she'd secured to metal structure.

We LOVE parallels…👀 (this is still one of my FAVE episodes in the show)