CASSANDRA'S P.O.V.
I glanced up in surprise, as did most of the bar, when the sound of motorcycles come to a screeching halt outside the front door. From my seat at a small table in the dimly lit corner I watched as the door was shoved open so hard it hit the wall. I was even more surprised when I watched five angry men file one-by-one into the dark, smoky bar.
"You sold crank to my pregnant ex-wife? To the Mother of my Son?" one of the men in a Sons of Anarchy cut yelled as he crossed the dingy room. I had heard about the Sons since before I arrived in Charming but this was my first time seeing any of them up close. Angry, scary and extremely hot I thought to myself, as I sipped on my beer, taking in the blonde who was yelling at a guy playing pool. I watched in shock and awe as he crossed the room, grabbing a pool stick and swung it like a baseball bat connecting with the other guy's nose. As the guy fell to the ground his buddies sprang into motion but were stopped by the four other Sons. "You don't want any part of this." one of them said as he pointed a gun in the face of another guy.
The guy who had been hit by the pool stick, Izzy I would learn was his name was later, was laughing up at the guy who hit him. I watched, still in shock, as the blonde took the pool stick and stabbed Izzy in the balls with it. It looked like he possibly would have killed him but at that point the old man behind the bar informed them that he called the cops. The blonde glanced around the room, his piercing blue eyes giving a silent warning to the patrons, before they briefly landed on me. "Jax, let's go." the giant Son with the beard said giving him a shove towards the door. "Shisk-a-balls are on me." the Son with the curly black hair and crazy blue eyes said, laughing, as they raced out the door.
What the hell was that about, I wondered to myself as I took in the scene from the corner table I currently occupied. I pulled the lid of my baseball hat a little further down over my face a few minutes later as I watched Deputies from the Charming Police Department enter the bar followed by EMT's. I wasn't quite ready to be recognized, which is why I was sitting in the corner keeping to myself.
"Cass, there's a back door you can sneak out before the cops make their way over to question you." a voice said from next to me. I looked up, taking in the concerned look on the face of the one person in Charming who knew both my identity and the real reason why I was in Charming. "Thanks, Uncle Joe. But I think it's too late for that." I replied to my Uncle, the owner of what probably was the shadiest dive bar in the history of dive bars. "You didn't see anything Cassandra." he warned me under his breath, as one of the cops approached my table.
"Joe, I take it you made the call." the attractive Police Officer said to my Uncle. "I couldn't get any information from any of the Nords other than Izzy managed to fall onto a pool stick." he said angrily. He was a good-looking man, I thought, as I watched him try to keep his temper to a sizzle just barely noticeable under the surface. "Ma'am, I'm Deputy Chief Hale. Can you tell me what happened here?" he asked me. "No, I'm sorry. I was in the restroom and when I came back the man was on the floor." I lied, dismissing him before I turned back to my Uncle. The cat was about to be out of the bag so I might as well just accept it. I stood up and tossed $10 on the table, before flashing a grin at my Uncle and walking out the door into the sunlight.