The Miller woman's hazel eyes slightly widened in surprise at seeing the cartel assassin as she wasn't expecting the Oceteva man to just randomly show up at her house. "Uh, hey," Victoria finally greeted the man with an awkward smile once she had locked her front door and fully faced him. "What are you doing here?" The brunette woman curiously wondered as she walked the few steps towards the brown eyed man.
Nestor gave the brunette woman a small smile as he relaxingly linked his fingers in front of his black slacks before he told Victoria, "I told you I would be seeing you soon." The Oceteva man then pointed his head over towards the black vehicle behind him before he requested as the cartel assassin liked the idea of hanging with the brunette woman, "I would like for you to join me today."
Victoria fixed the leather purse over her shoulder and placed the sketchbook in front of her white flowing tank top before she looked at Nestor with a raised eyebrow as she found it amusing and surprising that the Oceteva man wanted to hang out with her after last night. The Miller woman enjoyed their time together outside the hospital but it was the fact that they were on two different sides. "You know, we're not exactly supposed to be friends," Victoria mentioned her thought process as she walked to stand beside the man, "with you being involved with the cartel and with me being involved with the MC." The brunette woman released a small chuckle before she added, "not to mention that Angel doesn't exactly like you nor does he like me being around the cartel."
The Oceteva man leaned his side against the black vehicle behind them and crossed his arms over his black button up shirt while he watched the brunette woman in amusement. "I thought you were in control of your life?" Nestor questioned with false confusion showing across his face with his brows deeply furrowed. The cartel assassin let out a small chuckle when he saw the woman roll her hazel eyes before he told her truthfully, "I don't really care what the clingy, protective biker has to say." Nestor lightly shrugged his shoulders before he shot Victoria a dazzling smile and requested, "so, how about we forget about all that." The brunette assassin then held out his right hand as he stated, "I'm just a man and you're just a woman that find themselves together on this sunny day."
The Miller woman couldn't help but let out a small chuckle as the deadly assassin was trying to convince her to hang out with him like they were normal people and weren't actually on opposite sides of the cartel and the motorcycle club. However, the offer did sound appealing but as Victoria felt her cell phone vibrate in her purse, it reminded her that she was busy today. "I would love to be that woman but I just can't," Victoria told Nestor with a small smile as she shook her head before she explained, "I have to get to a tattoo consult."
Nestor slowly brought his hand back to his side when the brunette woman didn't agree with his plan before he swiftly came up with another one to spend time with the woman that he couldn't get out of his head. "Let me take you," the Oceteva man basically demanded as he waved his hand towards the black Escalade behind them.
Victoria rose an eyebrow at the cartel assassin as she was completely surprised that Nestor was willing to come with her just for them to hang out with each other. "Really? Are you sure?" The brunette woman inquired as she decided to humor the Oceteva man. "I mean, the place where I'm going is about an hour and a half away and it might take awhile," Victoria told Nestor so he could know what he was getting himself into.
"I wouldn't be offering if I wasn't serious," the Oceteva man told the brunette woman before he held out his hand once more and asked with a cheeky grin playing on his lips while he also added, "so, what do you say? I'll join you and we'll just be two normal people then once you're finished, I'll take you out to do something fun and very normal - like we are."
Victoria rolled her hazel eyes and mumbled, "we are far from normal, Mr. right-hand-man-to-the cartel." The Miller woman then placed her hand into Nestor's as he continued to hold his arm out and shook his hand while he continued to stare at her with his steel but soft brown eyes before she muttered as she agreed with his plan, "alright, fine. We're just two regular people."
Nestor shot the brunette woman a grin and murmured, "good," before he swiftly pulled Victoria until they were almost chest to chest. The Oceteva man stared into Victoria's hazel eyes for a silent moment and murmured, "let's go," before he walked the brunette woman to the passenger door while still holding onto her hand. Nestor then opened up the door for the nurse before he sadly but finally released Victoria's warm hand and allowed for her to enter before he closed the door behind her.
Victoria couldn't help but silently watch Nestor as he walked around the black vehicle before he also got inside and started up the car as she kept on getting surprised by the cartel assassin. He always made her feel some type of way that the Miller woman couldn't explain. Nestor was supposed to be this dangerous man that she is supposed to be afraid of but here Victoria was, basically friends with the guy that she barely knows like it was a normal thing for her.
"So, where do you need to go for your consult?" The Oceteva man wondered as he took a quick glance at the brunette woman next to him once he passed the, 'Leaving Santo Padre,' sign after about twenty minutes of them driving in the black Escalade in a comfortable silence - which also jumped Victoria out of her thoughts about the man beside her.
Victoria slightly flinched at the voice as she was so lost in her mind before she gave the Oceteva man a small smile. "You just need to stay on Interstate 405 for about thirty minutes before you'll see the sign for Charming," the brunette woman directed Nestor to the place that was very familiar for her by how many times that she had been in the small town.
The Oceteva man silently nodded his head as he had passed through the small town a few times for Miguel before he merged onto the interstate and began to drive down the long stretch of road. The black Escalade stayed in a comfortable silence between the pretending normal man and woman before Nestor broke the tranquility after about twenty minutes when he glanced over to the brunette woman, who was looking through her sketchbook. "You mentioned that you've never left Santo Padre, but you're obviously familiar with this town and you said you would go to local tattoo shops around California, so have you ever traveled anywhere else?" Nestor curiously inquired as he remembered what the brunette woman had said yesterday during their game of twenty questions.
Victoria glanced up from her page that had several tattoo designs of the drawing for her client to choose from before she closed the sketchbook and answered the Oceteva man's question with a shake of her head, "I've never actually left Cali." The Miller woman let out a humorless chuckle as she stated, "my family was poor when I was growing up, plus my parents were never home, so I never really got the chance." The Miller woman shrugged her shoulders as she was indifferent before she muttered, "I've been to just about every city in California but I've never left. It's like I'm stuck here." Victoria then quickly corrected herself with another shake of her head, "actually, that's a lie. I've been to Mexico a few times with Ange but that's about it."
Victoria just realized how sad that it was now that she said it out loud. It never really bothered her that she was almost thirty years old and she has never even left the state that she was born in - except, of course, the times that she has gone to Mexico which was only three times. The Miller woman only cared about protecting and caring for her family, the Reyes family, not her real one, so she never really saw any reason to actually leave California. However, Victoria felt like she was missing out on the adventure of exploring and it was something that she craved.
"What was your family like?" The Oceteva man carefully questioned while also jumping the Miller woman out of her running thoughts about the missed opportunities of traveling the world like she could have done while in college. Nestor knew he could fuck up the calmness between them by bringing up her family again but he wanted to know more about the intriguing woman.
Victoria let out a heavy sigh as she moved her hazel eyes over to the deserts that they passed while driving towards Charming before she decided to open herself up by a tad as she felt like she could trust the Oceteva man. "My mother worked the streets for a living and my father sold drugs along with other illegal things," the Miller woman quietly uttered as she left out the fact that her father used to have his business associates visit her as a teenager for a price. But that was something that she would never talk about again as long as she lived unless there was the off chance that her father came back into her life and she had to tell someone, other than Ezekiel - who knows, about the horrible things that her father had let his friends do to her.
"So, how about you?" The Miller woman quickly inquired as she wanted to move away from this conversation about her family before the old memories could reach her brain and ruin her day off from the hospital. "You must have traveled a lot while you were in Navy," Victoria commented before she curiously wondered, "what are some of the places that you've been?"
Nestor tapped his fingers against the black leather steering wheel as a small smile lifted onto his lips as he recalled his travels over the years while also letting the conversation go about the woman's family as he could tell that she didn't like speaking about them and Nestor wasn't going to force it out of Victoria when she finally opened up to him. "I've been to a lot of different countries while I was serving," the Oceteva man stated as he focused on the brunette woman's question. Nestor took a quick glance over to Victoria before he focused back onto the road and uttered, "but the one place that I really liked was Tahiti when we were looking for a local extremist group in Pape'ete."
"Really?" The Miller woman wondered in surprise as she wasn't picturing an island like that to one of the Oceteva man's favorite places out of his whole Navy career. "What did you like about Tahiti?" Victoria inquired as she turned her body to the side, so her back was leaning against the passenger door and so she was staring directly at Nestor as she was very interested since she's never even left the state of California - other than Mexico.
Nestor released a small but happy sigh as he remembered the island before he explained just as the Oceteva man noticed the wooden sign that welcomed them to the small town of Charming, "I fell in love with the ocean the second I got stationed. It was always very calming during war times." The Oceteva man shot the brunette woman a small smile when he glanced over to her before he continued, "when I was growing up in Mexico, I was only used to the dark colored beaches along with the ones in Galveston when we used to visit my uncle in Texas, so seeing that clear water for the first time was an eyeopening experience for me that I always remember."
Victoria nodded her head in understanding as she knew from experience about the dull waters before she voiced her thoughts, "yeah, the beaches I've been to like in Santa Cruz and Los Angeles are usually dark, so I've never seen any clear waters like that." The Miller woman let out a small chuckle as she could only picture a response like that before she murmured, "I'd probably have the same reaction." Victoria then looked around the streets as she thought about seeing clear water for the first time before she swiftly pointed towards a familiar street sign. "Turn right," the brunette woman ordered, "you'll see the place a few feet down. You can't miss it. There'll be a big, red glowing sign."
The Oceteva man silently nodded his head as he followed the brunette woman's orders while he drove down the street before he noticed the large sign like Victoria mentioned that shined brightly through the small town of Charming. Nestor then pulled into the parking lot of the small building, where the cartel assassin noticed two old station wagons and a motorcycle.
"Okay, so I shouldn't take too long," the Miller woman told the Oceteva man once he pulled his black Escalade to a stop in front of the door to the tattoo shop before she mumbled, "I hope." Victoria didn't want to take too much of the assassin's time as she figured that he would need to be back in Santo Padre for his duties to the Galindo cartel very soon, so she was worried that she wouldn't be able to get this over as quickly as possible.
Nestor shook his head as he took the keys out of the ignition before he turned his attention onto the brunette woman, who was settling her large sketchbook in her right arm while she moved her shoulder purse to the side. "Take your time," the Oceteva man told Victoria as he tried to assure her that there was no need to rush, "Miguel doesn't need me today."
The Miller woman couldn't help but release a small sigh of relief now that she knew that she didn't have to rush or worry about the leader of the Galindo cartel coming after her for keeping his head of security. Victoria then shot Nestor a thankful smile and murmured, "okay," before she took a deep breath and jumped out of the black vehicle as she focused on the reason why she was back in the small town for the first time in over four months.
The Miller woman gave the Oceteva man another smile when he opened the front door to the tattoo shop for her before she entered the dingy establishment with her professional face shining across her face like it always does when she's doing her freelance job. Victoria then glanced around the small room of the waiting area before she instantly spotted the man that she was looking for, who was lazily sitting in a folding chair with his legs crossed at his ankles while he tossed a rubber band ball in the air.
However, before Victoria could utter his name, the man heard the bell from the front door before he noticed the familiar woman. "Hey, Tiger!" The man hollered out with a large grin before he jumped up from his seat with his combat boots slamming onto the wooden floors now that the in training tattoo artist was here.
Victoria couldn't help but chuckle at the nickname that the motorcycle club in Charming had gave her which kind of stuck since she had grown close because of her childhood days in the small town. "Hey, Tona," the Miller woman greeted the newly patched member of the Sons Of Anarchy, who she had met on multiple occasions in the last year. Damon "Daytona" Roberts had always been nice to Victoria when she was down in Charming and they always joked with each other at the club parties, so she had been happy to get the call from the Son this morning.
Daytona pulled the tiny woman into a side hug as he could see that her hands were full before the Son finally noticed the unknown man with his friend. "Who's the braids?" The brash biker interrogated with an expressionless look as he glanced at Victoria and the man that he didn't know with a tense posture. The Sons didn't like when they didn't know who was in their town and now that he was fully a patched member of the motorcycle club, he didn't want to get in trouble because he didn't take care of it.
Victoria gave Daytona an assuring smile before she glanced over to the tense Oceteva man, who was standing right behind her with the same smile on her face as she also assured Nestor that everything was okay as she didn't want guns to be blasting around when she knew that both men were packed and loaded for any trouble. "It's cool, Tona," Victoria told the biker once she was facing him again before she introduced the man, "this is Nestor and he's my friend."
The Sons member calmed down slightly now that he realized the man that he now knew as Nestor wasn't here to harm his friend nor cause any trouble with the motorcycle club or the town of Charming. However, he didn't let his guard down like he was taught but he did give the brunette woman a large grin before he wondered as he focused on the reason why he had been waiting in the tattoo shop for the last two hours, "so, are we ready to do this thing? What do you got for me?"
Victoria let out a small sigh as she glad that nothing happened between the biker and the assassin as she had totally let it slip her mind at the idea that something could happen with her showing up with someone that the Sons didn't know. It was just how the motorcycle club had been since she's known them, so Victoria was just happy that everything was mellow. The Miller woman then gave Daytona a small smile and nodded her head towards the room that she usually went to when she was in Charming.
The biker, the nurse, and the assassin then moved to the small room that had a leather table chair for the client and two rolling chairs along with a cabinet that would hold the artist's supplies. However, Victoria wouldn't need any supplies, so she grabbed one of the rolling chairs and took a seat while Daytona took the other one with Nestor just standing silently by the door.
"Alright, so I drawn up three different designs this morning after you called," the Miller woman explained as she folded her left leg over her right knee and placed her sketchbook on her lap before she began to flip through the book for the right page that she had used to draw up the design for the biker. "I wanted to talk in person about the details, so these are just basic designs," Victoria continued as she flipped the sketchbook around so Daytona could see before she told him, "just let me know which one you like and we can start adding on to it."
The Sons member silently nodded his head as he understood before Daytona looked at each design very carefully to see which one he liked the best to be tattooed on his body. It only took about five minutes before Daytona was pointing at the middle tattoo design as he told Victoria, "this is the one."
Victoria grabbed her sketchbook and looked at the drawing that Daytona had liked before she nodded her head and murmured, mostly to herself, "I can work with that." The Miller woman then dug through her side purse and grabbed a pencil before she began to draw the middle reaper tattoo onto the next page in a larger image since she knew that Daytona wanted it on his broad shoulder. "So, how's everyone been?" Victoria curiously wondered as she continued to draw the outline of the famous tattoo of the Sons Of Anarchy.
"Oh, you know, just busy keeping the town in order," Daytona told the brunette woman with a heavy sigh as he recently learned how exhausting being a fully patched member can be instead of being just a prospect and running some errands. The Sons member decided to not go into anymore detail than that as he glanced over at the man with the braids, who was watching his every move, as he didn't know if anything would leave the room as it could be dangerous for SAMCRO. Instead, Daytona decided to mention something to the brunette woman that she would be interested in as he uttered, "Quinn mentioned that Nate was looking good and was staying out of trouble."
Victoria felt herself freeze at the mention of her brother as she held her pencil against the paper without actually moving. "Oh," the Miller woman mumbled when she felt the man behind her gently place his hand lightly onto her exposed shoulder - which helped her get over her shock. "How's he doing?" Victoria softly questioned as she focused her hazel eyes back onto her drawing of the reaper while she tried to keep her emotions out of her voice. The Miller woman missed her brother terribly but he insisted her to not show up at the prison, so the only time that she got to hear about him was when she could come to Charming or Happy would tell her.
"He's under the protection of the Sons, so he's sitting pretty cozy," Daytona lightly joked with a chuckle - which wasn't really news for the Miller woman since she knew that her brother had been under the protection of the motorcycle club since Nathan and she were close friends with Jax Teller when they were younger along with the fact that the deceased president of SAMCRO had visited her personally and told her that Nathan would be safe. "Quinn was in Stockton last month for some recon on an associate and he was in Nate's block," Daytona began to explain once he saw a small smile playing on Victoria's lips at his small joke before he told her, "he hasn't gotten in any trouble lately like he did a couple months ago in January when the Morgana brothers tried to jump him."
Victoria silently nodded her head and finished up the last line on the reaper as she absorbed the information about her brother. The brunette woman was happy that Nathan wasn't getting in trouble at the moment as she didn't want him have to stay in prison any longer than he needed. She didn't even know when Nathan was supposed to be released from prison since he never told her but Victoria figured it would be for the best if her brother stayed on the straight edge path. "Is he still getting food and other stuff that he needs?" The Miller woman wondered as she looked across at Daytona. Victoria had been sending her brother money ever since he told her to not come to the prison in fear that their father would find out during the first couple months of his sentence, so it was only the way Victoria could help out when her brother was in prison because of her.
Daytona nodded his head as he gave the brunette woman a small, assuring smile. "He has everything he needs thanks to all that cash you send him," the Sons member told Victoria before he added as he knew it would brighten up her mood, "Nate is always telling us when we talk to tell you thanks for the money and that he misses you." Daytona hadn't been with the MC for that long, probably less than two years, but he had known everything about Victoria and her brother's situation from Happy, who he had been sponsored for as a prospect, so Daytona knew just how much Nathan meant to Victoria and vice versa.
A large grin immediately lifted onto the Miller woman's lips as that was the best news that she has heard in awhile. Victoria felt like she barely gets to contact her brother, unless the Sons tell him personally, since Nathan didn't want her sending mail or coming to see him as he felt like it was dangerous for her. So, these small moments from the Sons always made Victoria feel better about the fact that her brother was locked up. "Thank you," Victoria honestly praised as she gave the biker a small smile to show her gratitude before she swiftly cleared her throat and focused back on her work. "So, what did you want to be added on your tattoo design?" The Miller woman inquired once she was all finished with the basic outline of the reaper that Daytona had picked.
Daytona looked down at the large image that he liked before he explained what he wanted on his tattoo, "I wanna do a full moon behind the reaper with some creepy ass woods surrounding it and you know, with a lot more blood." The Sons biker shrugged his shoulders, which caused his leather kutte to rub against his sticky and hot skin, before he told Victoria, "you can go all out with that scary shit but keep the original reaper intact."
Victoria nodded her head as she listed the details in her brain before she asked the biker with a small smirk, "so you want the Tacoma Killer package?" It was a running joke between the Miller woman and the Sons, who she has done work for, that anything that is creepy or evil looking that it is the Tacoma Killer package since Happy taught her all the designs for dark tattoos like the one Daytona was asking for.
The Sons member let out a heavy and deep chuckle as he knew what Victoria meant by that before he muttered, "exactly." Daytona then shot the brunette woman a wide grin as he told her while he leaned back in his leather chair as he trusted Victoria with his tattoo, "just work your magic, Tiger."
The Miller woman shook her head with a chuckle before she uttered, "you got it, Tona." Victoria then turned her attention back onto her sketchbook, where she instantly felt Nestor's hot breath on her exposed neck, before she began to add a large full moon and dark smoke right behind the reaper's scythe that was also part M-16. It took Victoria about ten minutes of making sure the moon was perfect before she moved onto the creepy forest that would surround the reaper, his weapon, and the crystal ball that has the Sons Of Anarchy logo inside.
"Wow," the Oceteva man whispered against the Miller woman's ear as he had been silently watching her work as if she was in her element that wasn't around babies and children. "You have a nice eye for detail," Nestor continued to whisper as he watched at how smoothly Victoria's hand worked as she drew the biker's tattoo.
"Tiger has talent," the Sons biker exclaimed as he watched his friend draw his tattoo while also keeping an eye on the guy with braids. "You should see her when she's drunk," Daytona continued with a smirk lifting onto his lips as he recalled one of the parties at the clubhouse, "she gave a perfect tattoo with a steady hand and knocked out some crow eater within an hour."
Victoria's cheeks immediately turned bright red as Daytona mentioned one of the times that she let her temper get the better of her around the Sons. She had been giving Happy a tattoo and she had to sit on his lap to reach his chest but one of the crow eater had gotten jealous of her and started calling her names. Victoria was tipsy almost drunk by the time that she finished the tattoo and the woman had kept on egging her on, so Victoria just ended up punching her in her nose which ultimately knocked her out and got her the Silent Killer nickname. The Miller woman was so embarrassed that she did that when she was a pediatric nurse and not some teenager hanging with her brother, Jax, and Opie - she was supposed to be more mature now.
"Oh, really?" Nestor questioned with amusement shining through his brown eyes as he glanced between the biker and the nurse. "You some kind of secret badass?" The Oceteva man wondered with a hint of teasing in his voice as he enjoyed that he was learning more things about Victoria that she would never say out loud.
"Tiger is definitely a badass once you get to know her better," Daytona spoke directly to the man with braids or Nestor before he shot Victoria a wink. "I've heard so many stories of her fighting and getting in trouble with Charming PD with our old president when she was fifteen," the Sons member mentioned as he recalled all of the stories that his current president had talked about during one of club's parties, where Daytona learned that Victoria had been involved with his motorcycle club since she was a kid. Daytona learned that the brunette woman was two years younger than her brother, Jax, and Opie - who were all best friends. It had been a surprise to Daytona, but he could see it by how the nurse acted around the Sons.
"Shut up, you ass. You know I hate when you guys talk about my criminal days," Victoria exclaimed as she shot Daytona a playful glare that didn't hold anything behind it before she glanced behind her and over to Nestor. The Miller woman then lightly shrugged her shoulders before she told him honestly, "he's not lying, though." Victoria chuckled as Nestor shot her an amused grin before she turned her attention back onto Daytona as she curiously wondered as she just realized that it should be her tattooed covered friend doing the Sons tattoo, "so, why didn't you just have Happy draw and do your tat?"
Daytona shook his head as that wasn't a possibility for him before he explained why the resident tattoo artist of the Sons Of Anarchy hadn't done his tattoo, "the Prez said he was in Tacoma for the week." The biker then let out a deep chuckle before he mentioned as he remembered the threats the Lowman biker had made when he said he would go find an artist on his own, "and Happy told us to call you if we ever need any work done while he's gone."
Victoria couldn't help but widen her hazel eyes in surprise that Happy had told the club that as she never really thought that she was that good at drawing up tattoos. It had always been just a hobby for her and for her alone but when Angel found out about it and he had her do one of his and then Happy found out, she just sorta started doing tattoos. However, Victoria just never thought that they were that good but everyone is always telling her differently.
"And you say you aren't that good," the Oceteva man muttered with a smirk as he leaned his body against the counter and placed his right hand on the back of Victoria's leather chair, which caused his warm skin to graze the Miller woman's exposed shoulder from her tank top. Nestor remembered Victoria saying that she wouldn't give him a tattoo since she didn't think that it would be good enough but that was definitely a lie in the Oceteva man's book by the work that he had seen already.
"Don't listen to her," Daytona exclaimed with a roll of his blue eyes before he continued, "she does this shit all the time but she is actually talented." The Sons biker had heard so many times over the two years that he has known Victoria that she doesn't like to take credit for her work - which always turns out amazing. "Anyways," Daytona muttered as he focused back onto the annoyed looking Victoria before he told her with a chuckle, "it's either Happy or your designs for the club or Happy said he'd cut off our balls."
The Miller woman rolled her hazel eyes as she could picture her tattooed friend saying this to the Sons before she stated with a shake of her head, "that's definitely Hap for you." Victoria didn't find it the least bit surprising that the Lowman biker had threatened his fellow brothers about not letting anyone tattoo them except for him since Happy takes great pride in his artistry. However, the surprising part of his threat is that Happy trusted her enough to draw up and sometimes even tattoo his fellow bikers. It made Victoria swell up with her own pride that Happy believed in her craft like that. It gave her the courage to work up to tattooing more people - maybe even Nestor someday.
The small room in the tattoo shop slowly grew silent after the Miller woman's statement as Victoria focused her attention solely back onto the tattoo design while the biker and the assassin watched her every move as if they were in a trance. Victoria worked on the final details of Daytona's tattoo which consisted of the trees that would be surrounding the reaper for about ten more minutes before she added some smoke and detailed blood to add in that creep factor.
"Alright," Victoria muttered after about another fifteen minutes of drawing, erasing, and shading as she wanted to make sure the design was perfect for the Sons member and her friend before she flipped her sketchbook around with a small sigh and handed it over to Daytona as she told him, "let me know what you think."
Daytona stared down at the image for a few seconds before a grin instantly lifted up onto his lips as he loved what he was seeing. "It's sick, Tiger," the Sons biker complimented the artwork before he told Victoria, "it's exactly what I was thinking." Daytona then swiftly stood up from his seat and reached in the pocket of his kutte before he pulled out a wad of cash. "This should cover it," the Sons member told the Miller woman before he handed her the money.
"Oh, no, no," Victoria instantly exclaimed as she stared at the money in the palm of her hand. "This is way over the amount I charge you guys," the Miller woman told Daytona as she only charges the Sons two-hundred for any consult that she does for them. The money that Daytona gave her had to be at least five-hundred to seven-hundred dollars.
Daytona shook his head with a smirk before he told Victoria, "the deal is final." The Sons biker then quickly walked out of the small room and back to the main part of the tattoo shop as he knew the Miller woman would just continue to hand back the money that she didn't charge for. Happy had taught him that trick awhile ago as Victoria didn't like accepting the money but it had been going on for years - ever since Nathan was put in prison.
The Miller woman let out a loud groan once she was left alone with just Nestor as the Sons always end up doing stuff like this all the time for her. She hated it because she liked to earn her own money and do things herself but she did not deserve all the money that she was just handed just for an hour of artwork. It was an argument that she has had with almost all of the Sons Of Anarchy but, sadly, she never ever wins and always ends up accepting their charity.
Nestor watched the brunette woman in amusement before he straightened up his back and twirled her chair around, so she was facing him. The Oceteva man twitched his head to the side before he wondered something that was on his mind since he realized Victoria's client was apart of a motorcycle club, "do you just attract bikers or are you a death magnet?"
Victoria let out a small chuckle as she shook her head at the Oceteva man. "No, I'm not a death magnet," the Miller woman stated before she released a small detail about her childhood, "my brother, Nathan, used to come up here and he befriended the son of the president of the Sons. Nathan ended up bringing me with him a few times and me, Nathan, Jax, and Opie ended up becoming very close friends, so I've always been around the MC life ever since I was thirteen and they were fifteen." Victoria then let out a chuckle before she stated, "it was just a big coincidence that Angel ended up in a MC and I ended up being involved with another club."
The Oceteva man shook his head with a chuckle as he stared down at the brunette woman before he grabbed ahold of her hand and pulled her out of the leather chair. "I still think you're a death magnet," Nestor commented with a smirk before he tossed his arm over Victoria's bare shoulder and pulled her out of the small room when he heard the biker call out something to them that Nestor wasn't really focused on.
"You aren't going to try to hand the money back, are you?" Daytona questioned with a raised eyebrow once he watched his friend and the man with the braids walk out into the waiting room while he sat on top of the empty receptionist desk that was rarely ever used.
Victoria rolled her hazel eyes as she mumbled, "no." The Miller woman may not like that she was basically a charity case because of her friendship with the deceased Jax and the fact that she and Nathan were basically family with the Sons Of Anarchy, but she would never turn them down. Yeah, she didn't see them as much as she used to when she was younger like she does with the Reyes boys and Mayans but the Sons have always been good to her, so she would never say no to them when they just wanted to help her out.
"Good," Daytona exclaimed with a wide grin before he jumped off of the tall, red desk and stood in front of the short, brunette woman. "Thank you for coming out all this way for me," the Sons biker truthfully praised with a small smile playing on his lips before he pulled his friend into a tight hug to show his gratitude.
Victoria hugged her friend back just as tightly like she always does with Daytona before she pulled away and lightly waved the hand that wasn't holding her sketchbook, after she handed over the reaper drawing, and stated, "don't mention it. I'll always come out for you guys." The Sons would always be her second home after the Reyes family, so she would do whatever she could for them. The Miller woman then gave her friend a small smile after a moment and told him, "I'll see you around, Tona," before she and Nestor exited out of the tattoo shop.
The Miller woman released a small sigh once she felt the hot sun on her exposed skin before she glanced over to the Oceteva man, who was watching her with a small smile, and told him, "since we're finished here, we can go wherever you wanted to like you mentioned earlier." Victoria gave Nestor a small smirk as she mentioned, "I heard something about a fun and normal -"
However, before Victoria could finish her sentence about the promise that Nestor had made back at her home in Santo Padre about doing something fun after her tattoo consult as normal people and not the people that they were, who are involved with a motorcycle club and a cartel, the Miller woman was interrupted by someone. The voice that Victoria heard was from an extremely familiar and home-like person that she had always saw as her uncle when the person asked from down the sidewalk, "were you just gonna come into town without saying anything, Lassie?"