A/N: Well, here's the second chapter for my story. Enjoy!

Chapter 2

The next morning Angela woke up and saw Johnny was still in deep sleep. She got out of bed and walked to the bathroom to take a shower. She was standing under the shower and thinking about her life. She had never really complained about her life, she knows it could be much worse. She has two jobs, waitress in the bar and she also works at the garage. But she wants something better, there's just too much shit to put up with at the bar and sometimes at the garage as well. Well, mostly the guys let her work on their bikes in peace, 'cos they don't want anything to happen to their precious bikes. At the bar she actually once hit a biker two times her size for grabbing her ass. After Johnny heard about it, he went and beat the shit out of the man. Angela still got to keep her job. And so anybody who knows her doesn't try to grab her ass or anything like that, but the name calling still pisses her off.

She came out of her thoughts and shook her head while turning the water off. "Who are you kidding, your life is never gonna change, not for better anyway." she thought to herself.

When she got out of the shower and started to get dressed, Johnny was already up.

"Good morning baby." he said watching her getting dressed.

"Good morning." she replied still in her thoughts.

"Oh what's the matter babe?" Johnny asked.

"Huh, what do you mean?" Angela asked trying to look like nothing's wrong.

"Well, you're being so quiet and you look like you're a million miles away." he said.

"Don't tell me you're still pissed for the guys calling you Ma…" he stopped and then continued "that?"

"Yeah well, maybe I am. You know how much I hate that." she said with anger in her voice.

"Yeah, I know." Johnny said and thought back how angry she could get about it.

Sometimes Johnny used to call Angela Marilyn as well. But it really made her mad and one day about a year ago, she really snapped at Johnny about it. They had a huge fight. Angela had had a long shift at the bar and she was pissed and tired. When she came home, Johnny was there, drunk.

"Oh hey honey." he said to Angela. "Come on Marilyn and give the president some sugar." he said with a drunken voice, waiting for her to give him a kiss.

Instead of a kiss, she slapped him across the face.

"Damn woman! Why the fuck you did that for?!" Johnny yelled holding his cheek.

"Cause I'm so sick and tired of you calling me that!" Angela screamed. "Not only do I have to put up with those drunken idiots at work, but at home as well." she yelled.

"Wow, what happened at work then? Who gave you hard time?" he asked slightly mad about the unexpected slap and the thought of the drunken bikers messing with his girl.

"Well, you know the usual. Big-Mack and everybody…" she started to explain. "Hey, don't try to make this about them." she raised her voice again.

"Well, if they mess with you, why you come home and beat me up for it?" he asked getting angrier.

"Because, if you'd stop all this Marilyn shit, maybe they will too." she said. "And I swear to God, if you call me that ever again, it's over." she said meaning every word she said.

They were staring each other in the ice-cold eyes for a while, and then Johnny said: "Fine. I'm out of here."

He grabbed his leather jacket and left, slamming the front door behind him. Seconds later Angela heard him driving away with his Harley. She just stood there in the middle of the living room for ages staring into emptiness. She knew that the Marilyn thing wasn't the reason for her outburst. Earlier at the bar Angela had heard this one skank who hangs around the bikers, Monica, telling someone how she had had the most incredible sex a couple of days ago, with the president of the Jackals. Johnny. Angela didn't have hard time believing what she heard; she knew Johnny has been cheating on her.

"I need to get out of here." she said to herself and went out to the garage to get her Harley and drove off.

She drove up to a hill with a view down to a beautiful valley. That was her own special place where she'd go whenever she needed to think or to be alone. She'd been going up to that hill ever since she was little. She'd just sit there and look down to the valley. Now she was sitting on her bike and trying to clear her head and thinking what she's going to do. She was thinking how much she loved Johnny and how he had betrayed her. Johnny's all she has; she doesn't want to lose him. After a while Angela started her bike and drove back home. When she came home, Johnny was already there.

"Where were you?" he asked her still a bit angry.

"I just went for a ride to cool off." she replied not really wanting to talk.

"So, are you cooled off now?" Johnny asked with a little smile.

"Yeah…" she said with a tired voice. "I just want to go to sleep."

"Ok. So is everything alright now?" he asked.

"Yeah, sure." she just said and went to bed.

"Well that's good then." he said and went to bed as well.

But he did think that there was something more bothering her, not just the name calling. He knew that Angela was feisty and she could lose her temper easily, but there still had to be something else there.