Sydney teaches the Sons just how wrong they've been handling things all along as they learn that maybe their jobs aren't so exclusive, after all.
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CHAPTER 12: A WOMAN'S JOB
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"She said what ?" Clay screeched at Gemma.
"That's what she told me." Gemma shrugged.
"We don't got any business today, especially none that she should be handling on her own!" He shot Tig a look across the garage where he was working with Jax, Happy, and Half-Sack.
"Don't look at me brother, she didn't tell me shit." The dark-haired man held his hands up, shifting Clay's gaze to the others.
"Shit..." Jax groaned. "I got pissed at her last night... Told her to find the guns herself." He shook his head as he realized that this had to have been his doing.
Tig chuckled, but a louder chuckle drowned it out, turning to see Happy with a rarely seen smile on his face. "Get used to it. Cali Queen can be worse than Gem." He winked at the matriarch.
Clay's brow creased at the mention of the familiar name. He'd heard a thing or two on the streets about The Cali Queen - a Southern California assassin - but he hadn't had the slightest clue that Sydney was the one behind the ominous moniker. And by the slightly confused look on Jax and Tig's faces, he could tell that they were all thinking the same thing as they began to piece together the meaning behind the crown tattooed on her otherwise blank canvas of a body.
Clay just hung his head as he went back inside the office. If she really was the Cali Queen, then he had truly struck gold.
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"Billy's bringin' by a whole load of new boys today; Mexicans - says they're his new clients and we gotta make 'em real happy." Sydney sat at the Trucker's Diner in Pope, dressed in a skin-tight, baby blue mini dress and a pair of cheap black stilettos with her hair and makeup done up to the nines - listening to the group of local prostitutes sharing their business prospects.
"You guys ever make house calls?" Sydney squinted. "You know... Parties, hotels? I'm on my own now... Lookin' to make ends meet, you know." She asked with her head down, topping off the act with a charming southern accent to help tug on their heartstrings.
"Oh yeah, sweetie." An exotic looking woman nodded. "They're having one on Sunday - the Mexicans and the white boys." She smirked. "Pres says that they're celebrating a 'new opportunity for expansion' - wants everyone there."
"You mind if I join?" Sydney glanced up through her eyelashes.
"Those boys will take all the pussy that they can get, they'd be happy to have a sweet little thing like you around." An older, red-headed woman laughed around her cigarette.
"Where's it at?"
"Some farmhouse not far from here - says it's real remote, but the pay is good." Sydney felt her stomach flip. "I'll give ya the address, sweet cheeks."
"I wonder what this opportunity is... Gotta be somethin' big if we're gonna get paid this type of cash." She mused.
"Ay, chickita." The latina nodded. "They doin' some new stuff with guns."
"Guns..." Sydney's eyes widened in horror. "Like... A 'bang bang' gun?"
"Oh honey bun, you really are an innocent little southern belle." Another older woman with horribly bleached hair chuckled as she pinched Sydney's bright-pink-painted cheek.
"Started with some real fancy ones a couple weeks back, and some pistols. But this is still good shit, I guess." The dark-haired woman shrugged. "That's what I hear from my papi, anyways."
"Wow, it's a new world... To new opportunities!" Sydney raised her glass, clinking cups with the women who had just told her exactly where she could find their guns.
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"Real glad your boy's gonna be alright." Clay nodded to Jax as they made their way across the lot for lunch.
"Yeah... Thanks." Jax smiled genuinely, feeling worlds lighter now that he knew his son was going to be okay. "Hey, I'm sorry about the last couple days... I should've thought that shit through with the Nords - made a shit call." He shook his head.
"You know what? Everything happens for a reason." Clay shrugged it off, hoping that he was right...
"You goin' to see Abel?" Gemma seemingly appeared out of nowhere.
"Yeah." Jax nodded with a grin that quickly infected her. "I'm takin' the bike though." He winked.
"You act like I'm not accustomed to helmet hair." She mused, poking him in the chest as she followed him to his Harley.
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"You'll have to excuse me, ladies..." Sydney stood from the booth full of women now that she'd gotten what she'd came for. "I'm meetin' a new client, and I would hate to give him the wrong impression..." She held up her phone with a meek smile.
"Oh we know, mama. You get going!" The dark-haired woman smiled as she swatted Sydney's butt. "Old white men ain't gonna like all that ass, take it from me." She winked as she wrapped her lips around the bright blue straw in her cherry cola.
Sydney chuckled. Old white men seemed to like it just fine.
"Anybody we might know, sugar?" The red-head tipped her chin up at her.
"Well unless you know anybody in a-" She squinted at her phone screen. "Old black Dodge Challenger."
"Pffft. Must be an out-of-townie." The other blonde woman at the table laughed. "Ain't nobody around here got money for a car like that, sweetheart. You be careful, now."
"I will." Sydney nodded. "I'll see you ladies on Sunday." She called over her shoulder as she made her way out of the small restaurant and to her car - which she had been sure to park around back, out of sight. She settled into the warm leather where she was finally able to pull out her real phone - seeing a montage of missed calls from nearly everybody that she knew in Charming. She snorted, shaking her head as she slid her thumb across the screen over Tig's name, beginning the call that he picked up after the first ring.
"Babe? Where the hell are you at? Clay's pissed." He ducked out of the garage as he held his phone to his ear.
"Tell him to call church." She completely ignored his question, relieved to hear the relatively casual tone in his voice. Even though she knew that it was worth it, she wasn't trying to get herself into too much trouble. "What was that farmhouse you were saying Trammel checked out?"
"Turner road? Looks like a cook lab." He squinted, rubbing the back of his neck while he racked his brain for any possible reasoning behind her inquisition - the options that he came up with not serving to ease his mind. "Why?" He urged.
Sydney looked down at the napkin in her lap where the address was scribbled in red crayon.
620 Turner Road
Sunday 9PM.
"I'll see you soon." She smiled as she ended the call and hit the gas - her tires screeching as she sped back to the clubhouse.
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Tara looked up from where she had been waiting behind the desk at the entrance to the neonatal unit, slinging her bag over her shoulder as Gemma finally emerged from Abel's room and made her way towards the elevator.
"Gemma." She cut her off.
Gemma looked the stupid girl up and down. "Abel seems better." She nodded. "Stronger."
"Yeah, he's a lucky kid... Both he and his mom escaped death on the same night..." She nodded slowly.
"Yeah..." Gemma contorted her face into a frown. "I heard about Wendy's second overdose this week. Very sad." She nodded thoughtfully. "Can't say I'm surprised." She shrugged, side-stepping the brunette.
"Guess you wouldn't be." Tara scoffed.
"Somethin' on your mind?" Gemma turned back around.
"No." Tara shook her head studiously. "Somethin' weighing on yours?"
Gemma stared at her for a few seconds. "Junkie tell you somethin'?" She wasn't used to this boldness from Tara, surely she had to know something...
"No. She's still sedated." Tara walked up on the older woman who had clearly underestimated how much she'd grown over the last ten years. "But I talked to her after that baby was born and she was crushed. She hated herself, but she wanted to live." She nodded slowly. "Somebody else popped her with that needle - or at the very least, gave her the loaded gun."
"And I guess you think, I'm that somebody?" Gemma raised a brow. "Guess I was the one shootin' it into her fingers and toes the whole goddamn time she was pregnant, too..."
"No." Tara wasn't going to let her turn this around on her the way that she had always been able to do. "That sin's on her... But if I were a cop? I'd call that motive."
"Well, thank God you're only a doctor." Gemma scoffed.
"Well we'll see what Wendy says when she comes out of detox... Or maybe... Maybe I'll bounce my theory off of Jax... See where he lands on it..."
"That's how you're gonna win his heart back?" She laughed. "By accusing his mother of trying to murder his ex-wife? Come on... I thought you'd at least have learned a few new things in your time away..."
"I am not trying to win anybody back." Tara bit out.
"No?" Gemma raised a brow. "Then why are you back here?"
"Because of my father." Tara growled.
"Cleaning up a deadbeat's estate don't take months, darlin' - trust me, I know." She scoffed. She may have been intimidated by Tara's resurfacing, but she wasn't intimidated by her words. She knew that she held far more power over her son, just as she always had.
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Sydney finally returned to the clubhouse, waltzing into the bar where Gemma was waiting for her with a hand on her hip. "You got some explainin' to do." She pointed towards the chapel as she raked over her outfit - clearly just as displeased as everybody else was with her little stunt.
"Yeah, yeah." She rolled her eyes, heading towards the chapel where she swung the doors open to see a full table as every head in the room turned to look at her.
"What the hell is this?" Clay's voice boomed, ignoring the widening eyes and dropping jaws around his table as she came into view in the skimpy outfit. "You're runnin' off callin' your own shots, and now you're calling my church?"
Sydney raised her eyebrows. "You're all here, aren't you?" She scoffed smugly as she walked over to her empty chair, each step echoing as she did so.
"Nah." Clay stopped her. "You tell me what the hell you're playing at before you sit at my table."
Sydney's lips curled up before she shrugged her shoulders, changing course as she moved to sit on top of the table instead - crossing her legs with a smirk.
Clay slammed his hands down as he pushed himself to his feet, his chair sliding back. He had no problem standing off with the little blonde if she dared to challenge him in front of his club - just like another little blonde seemed to enjoy doing...
Each set of wide eyes now had a racing heart to match as everybody around the room sat completely still, terrified for her as they watched the scene unfold in slow motion.
"Just taking orders from my VP." She sneered, shooting Jax an icy glare. "And my President." Her eyes shifted back to Clay as she cocked her head, throwing the napkin down onto the table. "This is where our AKs will be - Glocks and M4s are long gone."
"This where Trammel was talking about?" Clay asked Tig as he studied the napkin, his Sergeant nodding slowly in awe. "How the hell did you get this?"
"Simple - you don't send a man to do a woman's job." She smirked as the room full of clueless men looked at each other for clarification. "Women gossip." She explained. "Truck stop just before the Marina in Pope - couple of local prostitutes were happy to share their business tactics with the new whore in town... Tactics, contacts, information..." She mused slowly while examining her manicure, the dramatic display only adding insult to injury. "It seems that Darby and the Mayans are having a little get together to celebrate their new partnership, and our guns are the party favors."
Clay was absolutely blown away by not only her boldness, but also her impressive initiative and seeming success; but he wasn't going to let up easily for making him look weak - Jax had done enough of that.
"And what happens when the Nords and Mayans hear about how you were up there askin' questions, huh?" Jax questioned a little too cockily for Sydney's liking.
"A perky blonde with big tits looking to get in with a gang?" She scoffed. Chibs and Happy snickered at the deadpan in her voice - she didn't even need to finish, everybody knew that he was grasping at straws.
Sydney cocked her eyebrows expectantly as she waited for more protest, satisfied that her explanation had appeased her President as she slid off of the table with a shrug and moved towards her chair. But the moment of pride was short-lived when Clay walked around the table and stopped just inches away from her face, staring down at her where she refused to break her expression.
Tig stiffened in his seat - clenching his fists as he watched Clay reach out and put his hand on her shoulder. "You understand that if this is right, this is a huge deal." He nodded.
Sydney didn't do as little as blink while everybody around her shifted in their seats, not knowing how to handle however the unprecedented scene would unfold. "And if this is wrong..." He narrowed his eyes. "We are going to have some big problems." He sneered as his face scrunched into a menacing scowl - his grip getting significantly tighter.
Tig pushed his chair back, and Happy shot up from his as they watched Clay's knuckles going white around her tanned skin, ready to defend her against the much larger man who dared to lay a hand on their Princess - no matter who he was.
Sydney was absolutely terrified as she felt her muscles tensing under his grip, but she refused to entertain it as she tilted her head to the side. "Promise?" She cooed sweetly, sending a silence sweeping over the room that could've had anybody able to hear a pin drop.
"What the hell is wrong with her?" Piney whispered to Bobby.
"The list is too long, my friend." He replied with a sigh.
Clay's expression softened as he chuckled at her fearlessness, looking back at Jax who was really to blame - not her. "Out." He released her, sending her storming out of the room.
Sydney stomped through the bar with a huff. She had known that this meeting wasn't going to be easy, but she hadn't at all expected the doubt that she'd received after she'd proven herself - having gone above and beyond every single patched member at that fucking table. Especially the patched member whose temper tantrum had sent her on her outing to begin with - which of course he'd received no scolding for.
"That wasn't cool, man." Half-Sack said quietly as he shook his head from his outcast seat at the back of the room while Tig sat with his eyes closed, still trying to calm himself down.
Jax whipped his head around, glaring at the prospect who dared to open his mouth in the chapel - and for a critique, nonetheless.
"She was just doing what we were all told - what none of us had the balls to do." Opie stated with a curt nod. "Took that load of bullshit that you just gave her much better than any of us would've."
The truth to Opies rarely earned words had Clay quickly realizing that being a stupid leader looked much worse than being a weak one. "God dammit!" He rolled his eyes."Sack, get her back in here!" He bellowed, sending the prospect jumping to his feet and racing out the door.
Sydney heard a light jogging behind her as she approached her car, turning around to find Half-Sack. "Clay wants you back in there." He panted.
"Mmm." She hummed, unamused as she forced herself to swallow her anger - not wanting to lash out at the gentle man who had easily been the least deserving. "Well, it seems that I've already made a reputation of 'recklessly going off on my own'." She retorted with a sarcastic smile before turning back away.
"What happened wasn't right..." He tried to stop her once again. "I told them that."
Sydney felt her stomach drop. "Kip…" She turned back around in horror. "They could kick you out for that!" She pushed him in the chest for being so stupid - for sticking his neck out to defend her when he was already in such a vulnerable position, himself. "They could exile you!" She exclaimed, pushing him again where he just looked to the ground awkwardly before she yanked him into a hug. "Don't ever do that again." She said firmly as she pulled away and whirled back around.
"Sydn-" She put her hand in the air, cutting him off.
"Not now." She continued her stride - she wasn't about to let her emotions get the better of her on the premises.
Clay raised his eyebrows when Half-Sack returned empty-handed. "She said that she has to 'maintain her reputation of recklessly going off on her own'." He quoted her exactly - hoping that it would save him from any kind of repercussions worse than the ones that he had already earned himself.
Tig put his face in his palms - pinching his nose and inhaling sharply while Clay and a couple of other guys laughed.
"Of course she did..." Clay looked to Happy for guidance, but the bald man just shook his head. "Tigger, this is you." He nodded towards the door, figuring that the club's enforcer - and her old man - was the best shot at getting her back.
"This is why I beat hookers." Tig sighed as he pushed himself up from his chair - catching up to Sydney just as she was about to start her car.
"Out." He ordered firmly as he opened her door and pointed back to the clubhouse.
Sydney crossed her arms over her chest and stared at him intensely, refusing to crack under his command - no matter how badly she wanted to.
Tig smirked as her dynamics poked through. One second she was a loose cannon, the next she was willingly submissive and getting off from it - the reaper and the old lady, all wrapped in one perfect package just for him...
"Fine." He shrugged.
Before Sydney knew it, she was being lifted out of her seat by her arms. "Tig!" She whined - her feet barely even hitting the ground before she was being thrown over his shoulder.
"Keep screamin' my name, baby." He smacked her ass with a grin as he kicked her car door shut and carried her back to the chapel.
Sydney refused to let him hear her laughing as she tried to contain herself. Luckily, her giggles were concealed by the light chuckling that arose when they entered the room where he stood at the table by her seat and placed his hand on his hip.
"Okay, I'm here. You can put me down now." She rolled her eyes impatiently where he simply adjusted his grip in response.
But before anyone could start talking, she managed to raise her leg up enough to kick a heel off over his shoulder - catching it with one hand and smacking him in the back of the leg with it. When his knees buckled, she took the opportunity to swing her legs down as hard as she could - gravity successfully pulling her to the ground. The men roared with laughter while she smiled with a smug flip of her hair - rubbing Tig's shoulder in consolation as he tried to hide his bashful smirk.
"That was our bad, sweetheart. You did good - better than my surveillance team." Clay shot Juice a pointed glance. "You were just trying to do your part - what you're good at, for the good of this club."
"You bring me back here to tell me shit that I already know?" She crossed her arms in front of her as she raised a brow.
"Look, Sydney - I'm sorry. I'm just fucked up with this shit with Abel... You did what we told you to do and you did a damn good job." Jax interjected.
"Yeah. I already know that too." She snapped, moving her hands to her hips. "I also know that when you're a member, the club comes first. When you're at this table? Your emotions get tabled. If I can understand that, then I damn well expect the VP of the mother chapter to as well." Jax bit his tongue as he nodded - he knew that she was right, but getting called out by a woman in front of his club was not on his list of things that he wanted to accomplish for the day.
Sydney's gaze shifted to Clay who sucked in a deep breath - knowing that the verbal gunfire was about to rain bullets through him. "And you, boss." She sneered. "Did you not tell us to 'keep an ear out for word on the street about where the rest of our guns could be'?" She spat his own words back at him as he closed his eyes and inhaled sharply - it was his turn to bite his tongue now.
"Tell me, boys. If it was Juice, or Chibs that went out to gather intel, would they have gotten the same slap on the wrist? Or is that my special treatment?" Her voice echoed through the room as they sat motionless, struggling to find the words but they couldn't - they knew they were being completely biased.
"That's what I thought." She scoffed. "I followed orders from my superiors. If that's not the way that shit works around here, then I'd suggest somebody let me know."
Clay nodded slowly. "Won't happen again."
"Good." Sydney cocked her head. "Now, do I have permission to go home?"
Clay chuckled, nodding as the angry blonde slipped her shoe back on, flipped her hair, and waltzed out the door. "That gash makes us look like goddamn boy scouts." He groaned with a hand over his face once she was out of earshot.
"Did we really just let a little girl show us the fuck up like that?" Jax smirked bashfully.
"That's the shite you missed at her first church." Chibs laughed, hitting a speechless Tig in the shoulder.
"May God be with you on the day that you make that woman angry." Bobby joked to Tig.
"Juice." Clay nodded. "Call the gangster hotline, set a meet." He finally smacked the gavel.
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After the nerve-stirring run-in with Tara, Gemma had done what every woman did to calm herself down - she'd gone shopping. After a trip to almost every store in town - and a trunk full of new items for herself, her son, and her grandson - she was feeling much less shaken by the ghost of her past. She made her way through the clubhouse with an armload of shopping bags in hand, kicking the door of the dorm Jax had spent the better part of a year in.
"Jax?" She called when she got no answer, twisting the knob with the sleeve of her leather jacket and pushing the door open. "Jesus." She coughed when she entered the room. "Smells like old socks and pussy in here..." She mumbled as she made her way over to the bed, her heart stopping when she saw it, the worn cardboard box on the bed.
John Misc.
She made her way over cautiously, pushing the dusty lid off of the old box. It was time to face a different ghost of her past...
Jax was feeling even lighter after having cleared the air with both Sydney and Clay - like the pit in his stomach was finally clearing as he made his way down the hall with a fresh beer in hand after a cleansing read of yet another chapter of his father's manuscript. But a slight scowl swept over his brow as he approached his dorm to see that his door was open, stepping inside the room to see his mother standing over the box of things that would've held exactly what he hadn't wanted her to find, had he not already been holding it.
"Oh." She turned around with a smile, attempting to look as innocent as possible. "Hey, darlin'." She pressed a kiss to his oh so charming face. "They were havin' a sale on toiletries - picked you up some thangs." She smiled.
"Thanks, mom." Jax chuckled as he rolled onto the bed, overtop of the mounds of unnecessary items that she'd picked him up from the store.
"You okay, baby? You look exhausted."
"Ah." He sighed with a nonchalant shake of his head where it laid against the blue-striped pillow. "Just a long few days..."
"Mmm." She nodded as he looked up at her expectantly. "Is that, uh... Is that your dad's stuff that you found in storage?" She nodded to the elephant in the room.
"Yeah." Jax saw the opportunity to get her off of his trail while he could, sitting up and reaching for the box where he emptied the contents for her to see. "Just some pictures... A few Harley manuals, bunch of Nam shit." He shrugged.
Gemma chuckled as she sat down on the edge of the bed, scanning over the potentially incriminating items for something to warrant the worry that had plagued her ever since he had mentioned it. "Oh, wow..." She scoffed as she picked up a black and white photo of her and her first husband. "'80s hair... How hot was I?" She joked.
"Smokin' hot." Jax chuckled.
"You uh, you said you read something?"
Jax searched her face for any kind of telltale sign that she knew exactly what he'd read, coming up empty-handed. "A few journal entries." He shrugged. 'Nothing much."
Gemma bit her lip as she kept the disappointment from her face. "I'd love to read it." She nodded sincerely. "Your father... He was a real good writer - always had a knack for it. You know, I'm the one who bought him that old Selectric." She smiled.
"I didn't know that." Jax smiled. Maybe he was in the clear after all... "I'm gonna get back to the garage." He held up the black leather binder where he had hidden his father's pages after the close call the other night. "Custom job." He explained, leaving her to do all of the searching that she wanted, because she would never find it.
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When Sydney had finally arrived home, she'd stomped directly up to the shower where she spent the next half of an hour scrubbing off her makeup, and her frustration. Once her temper was no longer red, but her skin was - she decided to slip into her pyjamas and call it a night, heading downstairs where she poured herself a glass of wine, grabbed a book, and made her way out to the back patio.
The warm rays of the early summer sun on her raw skin managed to wash away the remainder of her bad mood as she began to relax, subscribing to the gentle humming of the sprinkler as she read the twisted words of her favorite author, Stephen King, when her ears perked up at the familiar sound of a Harley pulling onto her street. Her senses started to tingle - knowing immediately that it was Tig from the deliciously breathy roar of his custom exhaust, but she made no effort to move. After the events of the day, she would let him come to her. And sure enough, after only a few minutes of making him search, he emerged from the open patio door.
"Hey, doll." He greeted her softly.
"Come to haul me back?" She looked up at him expectantly as she closed her book and set it down onto her lap. "You could strap me over your bike this time." She mused as he sat down in the chair next to her.
"Don't tempt me." He mock-scolded with a laugh.
They sat in silence for a few minutes as they looked out over the glistening grass in her spacious backyard which faced the rolling California hills. "Pretty good view you have." He nodded thoughtfully.
"It would be better if I could see the sunset." She chuckled before a few more minutes of peaceful silence.
"You okay? After today?" He finally asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine." She responded somewhat distantly, flicking her necklace between her fingers.
Tig nodded as the gold pendant reflected the sun into his eyes, having enough understanding by now to know that vulnerability wasn't her strong suit.
"But I find it hard to believe that the Sergeant-at-Arms is making house calls to damsels in distress." She mused with a knowing smile.
"Nah." He laughed. "I wanted to talk to you about somethin'..." He watched her straighten up. "The fair is comin' tomorrow... Every year Gemma gets us to shut down for the day and make an appearance - you know, look good for the town and shit."
Sydney's face lit up at his relieving proposal. "Yeah, I figured you'd be excited about it." He chuckled. "I'll pick you up at 2:30 P.M." He stood from his chair.
"You came all the way here to tell me that?" Her voice was full of a light sincerity that hit him directly in the heart.
"Yeah... I did." He said through his smile. "Gotta get back and set this shit up with Laroy." He told her as he leaned down, placing a chaste kiss on her cheek before disappearing around the corner.
A wave of emotion hit Sydney as her chest bubbled. She almost tried to fight it off as she pondered the perplexing question of what the fuck this man was doing to her. She yearned for him every second of the day - even when she had him. Her craving was never satisfied, her body was physically aching for more.
She shook her head before she sprang to her feet. "Tiggy, wait!" Her bare feet slapped against the stone walkway as she ran after him, catching up half-way down the side of her house. Tig turned around as she ran up, his heart skipping a beat as she jumped into his arms and pressed her lips to his.
Sydney wrapped her arms around his neck as he spun her around, supporting her weight with his hands under her thighs as she kissed him passionately - letting the butterflies fly free from her stomach as she poured all of her emotion into the embrace. "Now I'm okay." She said quietly against his lips before kissing him again.
Tig smiled against her kiss, leaning up against the side of the house where things quickly began to heat up as she pushed her tongue into his mouth and pulled his face into hers, caressing his jaw while his hands moved to her ass and slid underneath the loose shorts that she wore.
"Mm, why you gotta do this to me babygirl." He hummed when she pulled away for air, his balls aching as he begrudgingly lowered her back to the ground.
"Good luck." She smiled devilishly, cocking an eyebrow with a mischievous glint in her eye as she slowly retreated, disappearing behind the gate as quickly as she'd come running through it - just like she had come into his life.
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Songs for this chapter
Let Me Blow Ya Mind - Eve
Give Em Hell - Everybody Loves an Outlaw