Chapter One

Las Vegas, Nevada

10:23 PM

I've been fantasizing about my bed all day. Daydreams of landing face first into the mattress almost ruined the pictures I was taking... Almost.

Being on set for fifteen hours being prodded by makeup artists and posing in awkward positions is always an exhausting experience. It pays well so I guess I can't complain too much. Stripping out of my jeans and t-shirt I get into a hot shower and let the spray beat down on my back.

Once my fingers start to wrinkle I get out and wrap my robe around my body. Food then sleep.

Ring. Ring. Ring.

Taking my burner out of my jacket pocket, I look at the caller I.D. before flipping the top up.

" Hey Cherry, what's going on? " I ask as I rummage through my cupboards.

Jury wants you at the club tonight.

I shake my head knowing damn well she can't see me. " Fuck. It's my day off and I just got in from a shoot. "

He said it's mandatory. SAMCRO is here and Indian Hills just patched over.

Are you fucking kidding? " There ain't no party like a SAMCRO party. Why didn't you say they were here? You should have led with that. "

Just get beautiful and get over here. There are some cute men in SAMCRO. I'm trying to find me an old man tonight.

I rolled my eyes. " You're too much Cherry. Do me a favor and make a plate of food for me. I'll be there in thirty. "

There goes my dream of sleeping until noon.

Indian Hills, Nevada

11:23 PM

I stroll through the doors of the Indian Hill- or should I say ex-Indian Hills clubhouse. The party is already through the roof. AKA people are drinking, drugging, and fucking everywhere.

Cherry breaks through the crowd and glares at me harshly. " Finally! You said thirty minutes. "

" I didn't like the first outfit I put on. " I say shrugging.

Rolling her eyes she hands me a plate of food.

" Thank you. You're an angel sent from Heaven. " I say as I take the chicken wings and potato wedges from her and dig in.

She laughs the same way she does whenever I eat. " Calm down, baby girl. It ain't going anywhere. "

Fuck that. Rick, the cook for the parties we throw, is amazing. I savor every bit of food he makes. Especially chicken. His chicken is orgasmic.

" I was planning on making some ramen and then getting into bed before you called. " I tell her almost finished with the food already. " I've had two cups of espresso and once this food is in my stomach I'll be ready to drink all these mother fuckers under the table. "

I always say that but in reality, I'll have maybe ten shots spaced out during the night. Been drinking since sixteen so I'm no lightweight.

Rolling her eyes she says, " come on, let's take shots ".

We do just that as I scan my eyes for familiar faces. More like searching for the SAMCRO boys. They're all family in one way or another and I haven't seen them since I started spending more time away from the garage. It's good to be back in my home element.

It's then that I see familiar blond hair. Smirking I down another shot and turn back to Cherry.

" Come on. " I tell her before leading both of us over and tapping the blond on the shoulder.

He turns around and " Sass? "

" It's good to see you, Jax. " I exclaim before launching myself into his arms.

He lets me go. " You too. What have you been up to? "

" I'm mostly working at Jury's garage. " I say with a shrug. " I get modeling work here and there in Vegas as well. "

The one with the one ball, Halfsack I think, leans over. " So when you say modeling... "

" Fully clothed. " I say bursting his pervy bubble with a laugh.

Disappointment is written all over his face. " Oh... "

" Have you met Cherry? " I ask pulling the girl closer.

He may not be patched yet, but if she really wants to be an old lady, her best bet is with someone new. She sits down and they begin talking and she starts laying her charm on quickly.

Jax puts an arm around my shoulders and we leave to give them some time. It's then that I notice some blonde I've never seen around here before eyes us wearily.

I eye her right back before letting my arm snake around his waist. " That your old lady? "

" No. I picked her up at a gas station. " He says with a boyish smile. " How's Lita? "

I shake my head. " Shes... Lita, you know? "

" I sure do. " He says with a sigh.

" Goddaughter! "

I turn around and the next thing I know I'm being lifted into strong arms. " Hey! "

" How are you darlin'? " He asks as he set me back down.

I give him my best mock glare. " Good... You haven't been up here in forever. Some Godfather you are. "

" I'm sorry baby. It isn't easy being president you know? " He says while spreading his arms like the actual Godfather.

I laugh and hug him again. " I missed you. "

Happy

How do women twist their bodies the way they do when dancing? I've been damn near in a trance by two of Jury's bitches for the last twenty minutes. Maybe it's just the long runs I've been on getting to me. Yeah there are girls in every city but loose pussy doesn't do shit for my appetite. Haven't had a decent fuck in weeks.

That's when I see a commotion to the right of me. Some bitch is making a big deal of the Prince of the mother charter. He gets all the bitches I swear. Pulled up with one and now here's another.

When I see her throw herself at the president of our mother charter next, I feel my eyes narrow. I don't trust a man or woman. I've never seen her before and now she's all over the President and vice president.

Checking her over I see at least a dozen tattoos on both of her arms. Damn. I'm a sucker for women with tattoos. Always have been. The girl I lost my virginity to had a four-leaf clover on the outside of her ankle. It wasn't the ink that got me going, but the pain I know she went through to get it. A woman that knows the sting of the needle will hurt but still sits down and takes it... Aces.

I still don't trust.

" Who's that all over the pres? " I ask Elvis who's getting a hell of a blow job from one of Jury's bitches.

Lucky bastard.

" That's Reese. She's your best friend, Tig's, oldest daughter. " He grunts breaking his concentration for a split second.

It's rare that I'm caught off guard. This is one of those times. " I didn't know he had any more kids. She as weird as her dad? "

" Slightly less... " Elvis says while damn near coking the bitch. " She's a good girl though. Not a crow eater or sweet butt. Jury trusts her to run the garage when he's not around and that says a lot. She does a lot of the guy's tattoo work as well. Pretty respected around here. "

So not just some Crow Eater and important to the club. Good to know. " She anyone's old lady? "

" Not that I know of... Now get the fuck away. " He groans going into hyper drive.

No need to tell me twice.

Sassi

Finding uncle Jury I lean into his side and he wraps his arm around me. " Thanks for coming on your day off. "

" You know I don't miss a SAMCRO event. " I tell him honestly. " Have you seen my dad? I've been looking for him all night. "

I feel him sigh. " He's out handling club business. Should see him before they head out tomorrow. "

" Are you okay with the new changes? " I ask careful not to be disrespectful.

His hold on me tightens a bit. " With the Mayan's getting as rowdy as they've been it's the best choice. I gotta make sure everyone is protected. "

" I understand, Unc. It's just weird seeing a reaper on your back. " I say while craning my neck to look at his new kutte.

Letting me go he motions to uncle Clay. " I have business to deal with. I think Derk wants to be tatted. Take care of him will ya?

" You got it, unc. " I say as I scan the room for my next victim.