Scarlett Johansson faceclaim for Donna Winston

Anissa's POV

I stared down at Chibs, laid out across my bed like a big baby. He really thinks shit is sweet, but I got a very COLD surprise for his ass. I stirred the ice water in the pot, making sure that it was icy, before I splashed him with the pot of water. "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!" Chibs yelled, falling off the bed, smacking the ice cubes off his lap.

"Morning baby." I said, putting the pot on my dresser as I watched Chibs rubbed at his wet hair as he looked up at me with an irritated face.

"Are you crazy? What the bloody hell was that for?" Chibs asked as I used my bed to help himself up on his knees.

"Just because you got me sidetracked last night does not mean we don't have a beef to settle." I said, but we were interrupted by his cell phone ringing. "Don't even think about it, because if you pick up that phone, you might as well get your shit and go." I glared, watching Chibs to stare at the phone on the nightstand.

"Okay, let me take a shower and we can talk." Chibs said, getting off the floor.

"I got your clothes in the dryer, so they should be done soon. You lucky I'm nice." I said, turning to go back in the kitchen where the water was starting to boil.

I was just taking out the bacon out of the oven when Chibs came into the kitchen, hair slicked back and his glasses sitting on top of his head. "Go ahead and sit down. Breakfast is done." I said, scooping grits on a plate and adding four pieces of bacon. I plopped a piece of toast, before putting the plate down in front of Chibs. He gave me a suspicious look as he picked up his coffee.

"What?" I questioned.

"There ain't no poison in this?" He poked at the grits with his spoon.

I rolled my eyes with a small smile on my face. "Nah, I still like you at the moment." I said.

Chibs put his spoon down, before reaching over and grabbing my hand. He pulled around the island right between his legs, resting his hands on my hips. "What I did was pretty fucked up and I'm sorry." Chibs said, tucking my hair behind my ear.

"I'm really pissed that you would really think I would do something like that. Loyalty and honesty means the most to me, Chibs, so when I say I'm down for you, I mean that to the bone." I argued, folding arms across my chest.

"I never believed that you were funneling information, but I saw Laroy… here sit down." Chibs directed, sitting me down on the stool in front of me. "Originally I'm from Scotland, but I ended up in Ireland when I was twenty and I was a part of this organization called the IRA. Not longer after joining, I got married to my first love. There was a man in the IRA that my ex ended up having an affair with. Jimmy, the man, wanted me out of Ireland, so my ex helped him set me up. This is how I ended up with these." Chibs explained, tracing the scars on his cheeks.

My anger starts to sizzle out as sadness starts to cloud my features. "Filip…." I mumbled, placing my hands on top of his that was still on his face. "I'm sorry that happened to you." I said, startling him out of his daze.

"Everything about the situation knocked loose some old feelings and insecurities. But it also made me realize how much I cared about you." He said, kissing the palm of my hand.

"You don't EVER have to worry about something like that with me. And if it makes you feel better, I will drop Ariane and Laroy as my clients." I said.

"I would like that, but before you do that… I have to be honest, so that you have all the facts about me before I commit blindly." Chibs said.

I nodded, cueing to go on. "I won't reveal all the details about what the club does. That's more to protect you legally than it has to do with trust. The club is not all the way legal and as you have seen the wall of mugshots, we are on the police radar. And the club has its instances of violence, but with that being said, it rarely has spilled into the personal lives of the guys." Chibs explained.

"But it can happen." I said, hearing the 'but' in his explanation. Chibs nodded his head, massaging my knee. "Okay… I can accept that, but I have a condition." I said. I took a sip of the lukewarm tea, sitting it down with a 'clink'. Chibs was being open and honest, so I had to do the same. "My past is not roses and lilies. I have been abandoned, beaten… " I sighed, feeling my throat tighten up uncomfortably. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath, feeling Chibs' eyes on me. "Raped. I have sold my body to make a living. In my entirety, this is the first time I have felt safe in a man's presence. I don't know how to love in the traditional way and sometimes that might feel cold. I can accept when you say it's 'club' business and if you want to know about the behind the scenes, I'll be there with an open ear, but I'm not fragile. I don't need you to keep things away from me, because you think you are protecting me. If business starts to get personal, I need to know. No exceptions, because that is a sure way for one of us to get hurt." I said, finally looking up those stormy green eyes, a borderline grimace on his lips.

"I can respect that." Chibs simply said, getting up and pulling me into a hug. My face was planted against his neck, inhaling subtle spicy cologne that I loved. We pulled apart, a kiss to each other cheek, but we still held onto each other.

Replaying a certain memory in my mind, I frowned. "Oh yeah…" I started off to say, causing Chibs to give me a questioning look.

"What?" Chibs asked.

"If Clay ever speaks about me in such a derogatory way again, I will set his ass on fire. So I suggest for your sake, you nip that shit in the bud." I said, before giving him a kiss and went to warm up my breakfast.

Chibs and I lounged around for a couple of hours, before he left to go back to Charming. He was definitely irritated about my Dom session last night, but after promising it won't happen again and that I would utilize my sexy skills at a later time, he was placated for the most part. He also told me about his daughter and we talked about her for quite some time. It just made me hate his ex-wife even more and made me want to take a one way trip to Ireland to beat her ass and kidnap his daughter, but he fortunately talked me down.

For the next few hours, I was in my shop and preparing custom lace wigs to ship out to Chicago when the bell rang, causing me to look up. I scowled as Michael came waltzing with a big smile on his face. "If it isn't my favorite person in the world!" He exclaimed, taking a seat in my stylist chair.

I rolled my eyes as I continued to shape the wig in a bob. "Michael, what are you doing here? You could have sent my information through a text." I said, tilting my mannequin head to the side.

"I know, but I was in the neighborhood. Plus, Mr. Amsel wanted me to deliver this personally to you." He explained, pulling out a cream envelope to hand to me. I looked at it for a second, before taking it. I slid it in my apron, looking back at Michael.

"Now, what about Toni?" I asked, putting my shears down on my stand.

"I am a man of my word. From a couple of sources, she's been setting turf up at Walworth. A Lot of high rollers frequent that hotel, so she's definitely taking care of herself." Michael explained, holding out his phone.

I took it to see that it was a photo of Toni in a little red dress that left nothing to imagination with a Asian descent man. "This is recent?" I questioned, because Toni rarely stays in one place for long.

Michael nodded. "Took last night. My guy says she's been there every weekend for the past two months. I suggest you go this upcoming weekend since Walworth will be hosting a poker game. Hook, line, sinker."

"Okay, thanks for this." I said, handing his phone back to him.

"Just holding up my end of my bargain." Michael said, getting up from my chair. He started to head back to the door, before stopping. "Listen, I know we haven't always got off on the right foot, but you're doing real good for yourself here. Don't get caught up in Toni's shit." Michael advised.

"Look, Onika already gave me a talking to. I don't need one as well." I said, smiling at the immediate scowl that formed on Michael's face.

"And how is my wretched ex-wife? Still sucking the soul out of men?" Michael asked with irritation, but there was softness. They were their own complicated love story. I wouldn't be surprised if they were still rolling around in the sheets.

"Living her best life, Michael." I responded, continuing my work on my wig.

"Anyways, it's always a pleasure to see, but I hope next time it will be in passing." Michael said, before leaving the shop.

I finished up five more wigs, before I had them pack and labelled for shipping. I was taking off my apron when I heard the envelope crinkle from before. I grabbed the envelope, before laying my apron on a hook. I ripped open the envelope, being careful that I didn't rip the letter. I jumped a little when an all black, titanium steel card fell onto my chest, sliding down my front. I looked at the letter to see such elegant writing.

I wanted to thank you for the amazing experience last night.

I hope I can find equal with a smile as radiant as yours.

Whoever the lucky guy that had you distracted last night knows how lucky he is.

To future endeavors.

~ Chance Amsel

P.S. My gift is off the books, Something you can wholly enjoy.

There was a slip of paper with instructions that I used my phone to follow. It only took me about five minutes, before I was directed to an account that was holding $100,000. "Damn." I whispered as I twirled the 'debit' card. This was not the first time men in the business gave me money for whatever pleasure they were seeking, but it was the first time I felt guilty.

I was leaving Walmart that was on the edge of Charming that I came to after a hair appointment with one of travelling black nurses that was a month into her assignment here in Charming. I was approaching my car when I saw a familiar face out of the corner of my eye. I went over to see Donna in her pickup truck, crying into the steering wheel, not caring about who sees. I pooped open my trunk, before putting my groceries in. I walked over to the window knocking, causing her to let startled scream as she looked up at me with horror. She hurriedly wiped at her face, before rolling down the windows. "AJ, what are you doing here?" She asks, sounding stuffy from the crying.

"Well, I was going to cook for Chibs and I, so I was picking up a few items. But that doesn't matter. Are you okay? Why are you sitting in this dusty ass parking lot crying?" I questioned worriedly. Donna was the only one I truly liked outside of men, because Gemma wants people to kiss her ass, but a bad bitch could never. She is down to Earth and carries herself with respect. It also doesn't hurt that she doesn't take Gemma's shit either.

She waved me off with a sad excuse of a smile as she tried to compose herself. "I'm okay… just stress. I don't want to keep you-" Donna tried to explain away, but I cut her off.

"Chibs will be fine. He can heat up one of his tv dinners if he gets hungry. Let's drop off your car, then drinks on me." I said, leaving before she could put up an argument.

After I got a margarita and four tequila shots in Donna opened up like spring flowers. She had lost her job today, because her little girl caught a stomach bug and Opie and boys were on a quick run and there was no one to watch them. "I had no other choice, but to leave. She fired me right on the spot and I tried to plead with her, but she wouldn't hear it. It was already hard to get a job in town as is, because I'm connected to the club." She chuckled sadly, before taking another shot. "It couldn't happen at the worst time. Opie and I are barely keeping our heads above water with the mortgage and other bills. Should have stayed and finished college." She mumbled.

"What made you give it?" I asked, before sipping on my cognac.

"Initially it was hiatus, because I was pregnant with Harley, but Opie had ended up getting arrested and charged. Had to do five years, so I had to drop out and pick up a job. My parents, just like the rest of the town, shunned me for the most part, so I never had a chance to go back." Donna explained. I could clearly hear the resentment in her tone, which was no way to live life.

We were distracted briefly when Donna's phone started ringing on the table. I could see that it was Opie's name flashing across the screen. Donna sent his call to voicemail with a grimace on her face.

"Are you angry with Opie?" I said, moving the last tequila shot out of her reach when she reached for the last one.

Donna sighed, running her hand through her hair. The stylist in me cringed, seeing the dry and split ends. "Yes… no… I don't know. Things haven't really been the same since he has come home from prison. Maybe I was resentful of him and I'm angry at myself to keep throwing it in his face. He tries and works so hard and I know he hated missing out on so much with the kids. Even our sex life is in shambles. We haven't touched each other for over a year. God, I'm a mess!" Donna said, once ignoring the incoming call.

I almost spit out my drink when she said she haven't had sex. Oh no baby, they really are on rocks. "Here, you need this last shot." I said, sliding the tequila back to her. "Okay, I'm going to help you. I don't know this, but I'm a business owner, but it is only me. I need help around the shop with invoices, shipping, and stuff like that. I teach you other things to help me out in the shop. Plus, most of the work can be done at home and you'll be my first employee, so you'll get paid a pretty penny." I explained.

Donna's eyes lit up. "You didn't have to do this, but thank you. I can start as soon as you need me. I promise I'm a fast learner." Donna said, flattening down her hair as if she was at an interview.

"What were you going to school for?" I asked.

"I was going to become a Respiratory Therapist. I had already completed my prereq when I dropped out of the program." Donna said as she texted back, I'm assuming, Opie back.

"Tomorrow morning, as a job requirement, I want you to apply to the Lakeshore Technical College. They have really good online school programs and they have a two year Respiratory Therapy program. I know some people in admissions that can connect you to the right people." I said while rummaging through my bag for paper and pen.

As I was writing down some information, Donna shook her head wearily. "AJ, Opie and I can barely make a mortgage on time. I don't have the money."

Before I could say anything, my eyes landed on the 'debit' card that was given to me by Chance. I sighed with relief as I found a good way to use the money. "You have an online account with your creditors?" I asked, opening up my phone to see a missed call from Chibs, but simply bypassed and tapped the link that led me to my stipend. Donna nodded her head 'yes'. "Pull up your account." I said, looking up to her.

She hesitated, before opening up her phone again, looking curiously at me as she slid the phone over to me. I took a look to see that it was $25,000 left of her mortgage. I scrolled to the payment options. I input the account information in her payment selection. Once the account was accepted, I went to payment and went ahead and paid the mortgage in full. Then, I went back into payment options and deleted my information, before closing the app. "Now, you don't have to worry about a mortgage." I slid the phone back over to her as she gave me a 'you're crazy' look.

She went on her phone to the app, I'm assuming. Shock colored her expression as she looked back to the phone at me in a matter of seconds. "AJ… I can't accept this! This is too much! You've already done enough to offer me a job." Donna argued, her cheeks redden.

I hunched my shoulders, putting my phone away. "Not too long ago, I was sitting where you were, minus husband and kids, but down in the dumps. My good friend and mentor saw something in me that nobody else saw in me and invested in my future. She's the reason I am where I am and the only thing she wanted me to pay forward. You can sit here and argue with me, which will get you nowhere with my virgo stubbornness or you can take this opportunity and elevate yourself. If you really adamant, then you can pay me back far in the future when you are at your best." I said.

Donna bursted into tears, drawing attention to our table. I squirmed uncomfortable, not really good with comforting people. I awkwardly patted her hand, trying to get her to stop crying.

"Thank you and I'm going to pay you back. You have my word." She sniffled, wiping at her eyes.

"Okay, now that we are making progress, lets get your love life back on track. Do you love Opie?" I asked, glad to be on a lighter subject.

"Of course I do. The only man I ever loved." Donna reaffirmed, wiping at her nose with her napkin.

"Is he a good father and a provider?" I asked in return.

"Yes." She said simply.

"But if you want to make it work, you're gonna have to forgive him. It does no good for you and him, just succeed in pushing him away. Talk to him, be honest and go from there. Communication is one of the best elements of a healthy relationship." I advised.

"I know…. But I don't know how to get back in the swing of things. My body really has been the same since the kids." Donna fiddled with her hair, looking away shyly.

I laughed, smacking the table. "Gurl, you don't even realize how Opie looks at you like you hang the sun and moon. No man ever has been discouraged by stretch marks and a little pudge. You've been so complacent about mom life that you neglected taking time to yourself. Donna, I'm about to get you laid tonight and you'll be walking on sunshine in the morning." I said, dropping money on the table for our drinks and signalling Donna to come on.

Donna and I had arrived at Chibs' house, seeing it abandoned for a moment. I thanked the lord, taking advantage of the alone time. I had some hair supplies and got to dyeing Donna's to a natural blonde with highlights, giving her dark roots. I gave her tapered pixie cut, proceeding to thread her eyebrows to a rounded, subtle arch. "Naturally, you are already beautiful, so a natural looking lip gloss and mascara will suffice." I said, but I didn't think she was listening as she was staring at herself in the mirror with surprise, fiddling with her hair.

"When you get home, you don't even need to set the mood. The moment he gets out of the shower, pounce like a lioness. Let him fuck up your new hairstyle, sis." I said, with a little smirk on my face.

3rd POV

While AJ came back home late, as Chibs got caught up with the club's business, the man in her closet watched her as she started to strip down to her underwear, tossing them in the hamper. The man's gasp quietly, massaging himself through his jeans as he was soo close to his obsession. His dark eyes zeroed in on the dark hickey in the groove of her neck, a flare of irrational anger growing at it. AJ stopped, feeling suddenly unnerved. She looked around, her eyes stopping briefly at the closet. She shook her head, continuing on her way to her bedroom. She doesn't know why she grabbed her purse, her .45 revolver tucked snugly inside of it. She went to her bedroom, closing and locking the door. She let out a breath, grabbing and putting on her pajama set. It wasn't long before AJ hit her bed, going to sleep with her .45 under her pillow next to her head.

The intruder moved silently as a cat until he was outside of her door. He didn't waste his time trying the door, because he knew it was locked. It wouldn't do him good to alert her to his presence. They'll be together soon enough. With that reassuring thought, the man headed out her front door, locking it with his own personal key.