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                                                    The sounds of music, laughter, and every curse word known to mankind filled the air. Oddly enough, she felt right at home. It was her first ‘official’ night at work at the clubhouse. Gemma and Clay ( well, perhaps mostly Gemma ) had agreed to let her work the bar during set weeknights and ‘special’ occasions for a little extra cash. The atmosphere was heavy and the place was packed Sons, their guests, crow eaters, their ‘extended family’. It was a loud and incredibly rough environment, but she loved it.

                                                    Madison Sutherland had practically grown up on this lot - with these people. She had known almost everyone in the house since she was a little girl, and her father had been a member for a decade at least before she had been born. After getting fired from the grocers for failing to arrive on time, she needed another job.

                                                    There wasn’t a whole lot of opportunity in Charming. She couldn’t fix a bike or a car, and while she had a high school diploma she lacked a fancy degree. Working with the club seemed...logical. Of course eventually she would need to take on another job, she hoped to get a place of her own at some point. Until then this would do just fine.

                                                    “Mads!” Bobby Munson approached the bar with a huge grin plastered across his face. “ Good to see you, kid. Grab me a couple of cold ones, would yeah?” While she turned towards the cooler, he made himself comfortable at the bar. “How you liking it so far?” A small smile graced her face as she grabbed two bottles from the cooler. That was Bobby, he was always so nice. He didn’t really fit the biker stereotype. Most of these guys were a living, breathing, embodiment of that. Yet somehow it still worked for him. He was the clubs secretary and if the mood was right, their own personal baker. The muffins that he made? To die for.


                                                    “Y’know, this is what it must feel like to work in a zoo.”
                                                    She said with a smile as she slid the beers across the counter top. Bobby seemed to appreciate that one. “Need anything else?”

                                                    “Nah,” Bobby waved her off as he picked up the bottles, one for each hand. “Enjoy the new job.” He said sincerely, but not before giving her a small wink. Madison let out a chuckle as he walked away. That was Bobby for you.

                                                    With no one at the bar she took a moment to prop her elbows up on the edge and watch the crowd. It was still pretty early, but the place was packed. It was safe to say that she recognized at least every other person. Though there were a few faces missing, unless she’d somehow missed them. Jax wasn’t there. Sure, he was technically underage but would anyone there rat on him? Hell no. She wasn’t sure if she was allowed to serve him, but there was no harm in showing up. Opie normally followed Jax, and she had a sister of her own whom she had expected to see. They weren’t there now but she was sure they’d show eventually.

                                                    Until then she would probably be kept busy enough. Between filling drink orders, keeping the bar free of spilled blood, booze, or any other bodily fluid, and fending off the advances of a Son or their guests there was enough to do. Madison didn’t really mind though. She wasn’t a crow eater like a good chunk of the scantily clad woman here; she’d never slept with a club member though a few of them were very attractive. If anything there was a sort of ‘look but don’t touch’ policy in place.’ With her outfit tonight, skintight jeans, a form fitting black wifebeater, and a pair of black cowboy boots – there was definitely enough to look at. Her long brown hair hung in waves, framing her face. She wore a bit of make-up but tried to stay more ‘smokey’ looking than ‘porn star’. If only because somewhere in the crowded room, her father was talking to his brothers. She was an adult, but she loved her father. She had always treated him with respect and this was his club house, his family. She couldn't prance around like the rest of the bimbos.


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The purr of his bike could be heard as he turned into the street and made his way to the clubhouse, as he got closer he could hear the tunes and shouting of drunken club members through the roar of his bike. It was always a good time at the clubhouse when drinks were constantly pouring and girls in revealing outfits were dancing like they did it for a living. Dark denim jeans fell over the top of his leather boots as he pulled into his usual spot and kicked down the thick kickstand that supported his heavy black bike. The lights on his bikes lit up the teenager on the benches in front of him; it was not an unusual sight to see Mads little sister totally absorbed in her sketch book. The roar of his bike was silenced as he pulled the keys from its ignition and tucked them into his leather vest.

He had only been here a minute or two and he was already looking around the parking lot at the various groups of slutty girls drinking beer and giggling too each other. Many people had dreamed of going to the famous play boy mansion the various magazines stuffed under their beds tempting them to travel to the slut filled mansion. This biker didn’t need to travel to some mansion filled with photo shopped girls to get his fix, he wasn’t the only member that viewed the clubhouse as his personal playboy mansion but he was definitely the member that appreciated the eye candy the most. No one could count the times Tig had been found face first in a girls chest or passed out on the pool table with a pile of girls around him, the members went through a lot that the women didn’t hear about and when they could end the night without trafficking drugs or shooting up an enemy’s home they were happy to treat themselves with some attractive free women.

”You ever look away from that thing kid? I swear you’re nothing like your big sis.” His lips turned up in a smirk addressed the soon to be tattoo artist outside the clubhouse. Tig realised how dry his lips were from the long bike ride and decided it was a good idea to get a nice cold glass of beer, something he had been craving all day. As Skyla replied to him with a small laugh he pushed through the heavy clubhouse doors and peered into the massive group of people inside.

Tig had thought there was a lot of croweaters outside but the inside was even worse, all his brothers were going to have fun tonight. As Bobby left the bar Tig cut in front of the non-member line-up that had formed, like anyone would say s**t to an original. ”And what do I owe this pleasure..” Fingers pulled down his tinted sunglasses and capturing blue eyes took in the figure of the clubs new bartender. He was the only person who didn’t give two shits if she was a members daughter she was a sight to see, if only she hadn’t been working. Pone of his many rings hit the bar counter as he leaned forward to see the half of her he couldn’t see from behind the bar. ”Pass a cold one over sweetheart.” Tig took a quick moment to observe the people around him, not too sure how her dad would like his peeping eyes.




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                    “We’re late.”
                    His friend groaned from the driver’s side of the old truck. Jackson Teller only rolled his eyes in response. It wasn’t even past 11 o’clock yet, they weren’t late. Sure, he would have liked to have gotten to the clubhouse earlier but someone had insisted on picking him up late. His own ride was sitting in his garage, a work in progress. That left him Op’s truck or his own two legs. They were on their way to the clubhouse, big night tonight. They were patching in another member to their chapter, and they were also celebrating the fact that everyone had survived the last run.

                    Sure, Jax wasn’t exactly ‘legal’, nor was he a member, but he was the Queen’s kid. Clay practically considered him one of his own. Op’s dad old man was a member, too. They were permitted to hang around the garage and the clubhouse, hell they were even allowed to drink. Though every once and awhile Gemma would swoop in and take a bottle. She said that once he was patched there would be plenty of time for that. There was really only one thing in the world that scared the s**t out of him – and that was his mother.

                    “Well maybe if you hadn’t gone over to see Donna…”
                    Jax said with a sneer. Opie only scowled, remaining tight lipped. Donna was his highschool sweetheart. Good girl, literally. Good grades and smart – not like most of the chicks they managed to attract. Jax teased him about it when he could but he was glad for him. At least he had someone. He wasn’t looking for an Old Lady or anything, but he missed having a girlfriend. His, Tara, had broken up with him about a month back. He’d loved her…at least he thought he had. Jax had been pretty damn torn up when she’d done it. Almost everyone had extended their sympathies, almost everyone anyways. His mother had all but thrown him a damn party when she found out. Gemma Teller had never liked Tara. Gemma Teller didn’t really like any girl who so much as looked at her son.

                    Jax ran his hand through his near shoulder length blond hair, glancing out the window. They were only a few minutes away. He was eager to get there. Not even nineteen and he already lived for the damn club. In just under six months they’d graduate and they’d become prospects. That had been the deal, they got a diploma and then they got a cut. Not before, dropping out wasn’t an option. Honestly, that was the only reason why he still attended the odd class. Had to get that damned piece of paper.

                    “Any idea who’s gonna be there?”
                    Opie asked, trying to make conversation. Jax only shrugged.

                    “ Everybody, plus a couple nomads and some guys from Tacoma. I didn’t exactly get a guest list.”
                    It was a club event; the place would probably be packed to the rafters. Sons, croweaters, who wouldn’t be there?

                    The remaining five minutes were quiet as they pulled onto the lot. Careful not to hit any of the stragglers. He could hear the music before he even got out of the car. It brought a smile to his face. It was going to be a good night, he could tell.

                    The two exited the truck and made their way towards the front door. Eying the odd drunk girl or a member who was milling around. He noticed that they caught a few glances as they neared the clubhouse. That did wonders to his ego. He knew he probably looked like crap, but woman seemed to like that. Grass stained jeans that were a touch on the baggy side and an old black hoodie. Sported much the same look, but a shirt instead.

                    Jax stopped almost dead in his steps though, causing his friend to pause. “Go on in, I’ll be there in a minute.” He said as his eyes settled on a figure seated on one of the benches. Opie followed his gaze and muttered something under his breath, laughing as he walked off. Jax changed directions, heading towards the young woman.

                    “What’cha doing out here? Sounds like the fun's inside. ”
                    He asked as he came up to Skyla. He knew it was her before he even got close. Who else would be sitting alone with a sketchbook? He wasn’t surprised to see her, but he was kinda surprised to see her sitting out here alone. “Want some company?” He sat down on the bench next to her before she got a change to respond. He would have parked his a** there anyways. They went to school together, he knew her old man and her sister, far as Jax was concerned they were friends.

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                                                  It was amazing how a person could be so into a simple book, it wouldn’t surprise the members if Skyla had dipped her butt into a bucket of paint and sat on the wooden bench to paint her place permanently. When she felt like talking she sometimes never stopped she was a friendly person by nature unless you messed with her family, the club. Skyla was grateful for all her sister had taught her about the lifestyle, being the younger daughter her father was instinctively less accepting of her hanging around the MC. Through rumours and silly female gossip she had learned a lot about the club outside of what her sister had told to her in confidence, Charming parents weren’t the biggest fans of the Sons but they didn’t give two shits.

                                                  It wasn’t as close to graduation as she wanted it to be and that didn’t stop the teachers from staking on the homework assignments. It was hard at times to juggle her apprenticeship with her school but her father had been a great example of how important hard work was, weither you came home with a black eye or a few broken bones, work was worth it and luckily she was just coming home tired from her job. Though she had done tattoos from her basement a couple of times she had not yet been allowed to do club members touch ups or tattoo requests. The drawing she had in her sketch books were important to her and the more she drew, the more confident she felt in her dream job.

                                                  Skyla could hear the two males approach her but paid no mind at first, not many of the members stopped to speak with her when there was older girls inside that weren’t a member’s daughter. As he took a seat beside her she instantly took to his warmth, the sleeveless fitted dress wasn’t the smartest thing to be wearing outside at night but she had appreciated the way it made her a** look. Skyla knew she wasn’t as ‘developed’ and ‘mature’ and the women the members usually went for but she had a confidence in her appearance no stripper had.

                                                  Painted nails moved a couple pages over so her sketch was covered, it was a good thing her cheeks naturally blushed because she instantly realised who was beside her as he spoke, prince charming. Glossy lips parted in a smile as he offered to keep her company, Skyla knew it wouldn’t be long before the girls her age tried to convince Jax into some body shots or some sort of foreplay. ”It’s in my best interests to be hiding from the boss right now…I ******** up.” The thought of his reaction made her feel sick to her stomach, Skyla had known Jax long enough to know he wouldn’t have to question her answer, he was one of the few people who knew of her clumsy nature and if she said she had screwed up, it was bad. ”I’m surprised your here this late, trying to stay clear of the crazy sluts? I’m surprised they didn’t smell you getting out of the truck.” Trying to change the subject she pulled a smoke from her pack and lit it, offering him one by habit.

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                                                    Madison had begun serving a line-up which had formed when the door opened again. She hadn’t heard it, but she saw another crowd come in. Among them was two familiar faces. Opie, Piney’s kid and Jax’s best friend, came in but soon disappeared. The other was older, and stood out a lot more to her. Tigger, or Tig as he preferred. The resident Sergeant At Arms. It seemed that the second he walked in, almost everyone with a pair of tits noticed his presence. She couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

                                                    While she tried to fill orders he made his was through the crowd and stopped at the bar, effectively cutting in front of at least six other people. Though a prospect who had been hovering was quick to grab those orders before they all wandered off. If a member wanted his drink first, he got his drink first. Anyone who argued would end up with a fist in the face at the very least. On top of that, he was an original. If his name and reputation weren’t scary enough, that title definitely was to anyone who had a brain.

                                                    Madison smiled when he pulled down his glasses. Some might say by now, she was used to Tig on some levels. God knows she’d spent enough time around the club to know what he was like. What she hadn’t witnessed she heard from her father or one of Tig’s many one night stands. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?” She replied with a small smirk. A bit of flirting didn’t hurt, if anything it was expected. Rep aside, he was incredibly good looking. His eyes…damn. He was older by at least a decade if she had to guess, but he didn’t exactly look it. One of the reasons why he was so damn popular.

                                                    She cocked an eyebrow as he leaned towards the bar, following his eyes as they went. She had no illusions about what he was doing. Hell, if she was a betting woman she’d say that the chances were good he was appreciating the close fit of her jeans. Or if she really wanted to go bold, maybe he was wondering what she looked like without ‘em. She gave him a quick nod “Coming right up.” Rather than the cooler, she grabbed a chilled glass and reached for a tap. Give ‘em their preference unless they said differently.

                                                    When she turned back to him she had his glass in hand, carefully sliding it in front of him. The line that had been behind him and practically dissipated. The prospect looked as though he was handling it fine, for now. “Party started without you tonight, eh?” Mads looked past him, noticing that a small crowd of woman had seemed to inch closer to the bar since Tig had come up to it. It was kind of pathetic, but that was life. She wasn’t a prude by any means, and she was far from a blushing virgin. There was just something about the type of girls these guys attracted. Of course they didn’t seem to mind.

                                                    In a few minutes Tig would take his beer and disappear into the crowd, smirking his way into some drunken girls pants. She had to hand it to him, he was dedicated. Madison couldn’t ever recall a time when he didn’t end up with a girl. Every function she’d ever been to, if he didn’t walk off with at least one it was a bad night for him.

                                                    “So, Tig. Anything else I can get you?”
                                                    She propped her elbows on the bar and leaned over. “Another round at the ready? Shot? Virgin sacrifice?” She was joking of course; it was obvious in her voice. You had to play to your audience after all. However the prospect that was hovering nearby just about dropped the tray he was holding when he heard her. She didn’t mind banter and she easily could have said so much worse.



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He admired the newly employed bartender with great confidence, he looked at her differently than most women, she intrigued her, a catch, a hard one to catch. Tig knew that she had been around the club almost her entire life, hell he had practically seen her grow up around the violence and crime but she never seemed to mind. He had always thought if his daughter wasn’t such a b***h that the two could have been friends and hung out around the MC together. Now when he thought of his brother’s oldest daughter, he left his daughter out of the picture. Many could say he was some type of sex addict, many said he was just a twisted individual but they were both wrong, he didn’t need beautiful, easy women to surround him, it just came his way. Like he was Noah building an arch, animals were attracted to him, cougars mostly.

As he leaned away from the bar he could smell the new scent of perfumes, the smell was strong and reminded him a bit to much of his grandmother. Tig didn’t have to look behind him to know what was coming his way, he was a magnet and it was in his nature to lure in women without even a look. He was one of the few men who didn’t brag about it as much as he should, hell people talked about his sex life more than he did. As his beer slid towards him he paid no mind to the female presence behind him, Tig wasn’t even drunk and he already had eyes for something he wasn’t allowed to have.

”What I need? His smirk was even bigger before, blue eyes wandering to his left side and then quickly to his right. He hadn’t seen her father once tonight and hoped to god he wasn’t in some corner watching his brothers interest in her outfit. ”Let me know when you’re done behind here, I’ll show you what you need sweetheart. There was no shortage of smart a** comments when it came to him but it came with the title.

His fingers wrapped around the top of his beer, his many rings visible to her as he took a large sip nearly drinking half of the thing. He was tempted to leave before he got in trouble but he honestly didn’t feel like turning around to whomever wore the heavy perfume behind him.

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                    [She was always drawing. Had to admit, she had talent too. She drew and she was good at it. Though she wasn’t really the type to go around and shove her latest work in your face. He was pretty sure that there was only one person in the world who had access to that sketchbook anyways. Skyla was the quieter, slightly more subdued of the Sutherland sisters. She and Madison could have passed as twins, but the two couldn’t have been more different from each other. There was only a few years age difference between them, and considering they both grew up in the same life. Then again their dad had been slightly more protective of his youngest daughter. Maybe because he knew he couldn’t handle another kid like Madison. She was part of the life now, in all honesty if Mads didn’t end up an Old Lady it would shock the hell out of Jax. Skyla was different though. He could see her taking her promising tattoo career and getting the hell out of Charming, having a life that didn’t involve the MC.

                    Jax had known her all this life, they were the same age. They’d gone from daycare, to elementary school, to highschool together. They didn’t always hang out but they got along well enough. She was a hell of a lot more tolerable then most of the girls around. Most of them either thought he was some sort of biker trash, or they thought he was the hottest thing on the planet. Of course he preferred the latter, who wouldn’t? But sometimes it was nice to get away from the crazies.

                    Jax’s brows furrowed when she explained why she wasn’t inside. She was the sister of the bartender, one would have thought she’d milk that for all that it’s worth. She was hiding from her boss. That made sense. If she’d ******** up something, he’d seen the mans bike parked in one of the row. Trying to avoid a crisis.Skyla was apprenticing with one of the best ( and only ) tattoo artists that Charming had ever seen. Joshua Donavan, or more affectionately referred to as ‘Donny’ by the MC, friends, and clients. Donny was a good guy, talented as ********. He did have a temper though, if he pushed him far enough. Jax had seen him smash a dude’s face into the bar before. Wasn’t sure why, but it had to have been something.He’d been doing the work for the MC for a few decades now. He’d taken on Skyla as an apprentice about a year ago, if he remembered correctly.

                    He let out a low laugh when she mentioned her surprise. “Nah, crazy sluts I can handle. Loverboy had to go see Donna.” He said with shrug, rolling his eyes for effect.Swear he’s whipped already.” He loved Ops, he really did. But man, he was practically like an Old Lady when it came to Donna. He cast Skyla a small smile when she offered him a cigarette. He took it, then lit it. Waiting a moment before sucking the familiar smoke into his lungs.

                    “Speaking of crazy sluts...”
                    He looked away from her for a moment, scanning the odd group of people milling around the yard. “There are this many outside, inside has got to be ******** nuts. Did they order in?” He wouldn’t put it past a few members to let slip that something was going on with the club. Crow eaters were like moths to a flame. If there was a gathering, they’d sniff it out and make themselves at home.

                    Another long drag before he spoke again, turning his attention back to the girl beside him. “Aren’t you cold?” He had obviously noticed the dress she was wearing. He was, after all only human. It looked good on her but it wasn’t exactly a hot summer night out here. “We should head in. Mads is working tonight isn’t she? Get a drink, I’ll protect you from Donny.” He said with a playful wink.

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                                                    Was he teasing her or being serious? Sometimes it was hard to tell. She didn’t really think she’d be the only woman tonight who he would extend that offer to. But, she was definitely the first.Since he’d made a beeline for the granite top as soon as he’d walked in the damned door. Madison couldn’t lie, her mind went to a very dirty place very quickly. It couldn’t be helped. Any sane, warmblooded woman who appreciated sex and attractive men would have thought the same thing. Reputation aside, there was something about Tig. Maybe it was his eyes, or the fact that she’d seen him around the garage with his shirt off. Maybe it was a combination of the two.

                                                    To her credit, she’d never slept with a member before. Then again she was only twenty-one. Most of the guys knew that the odd remark or slap on the a** was about as far as they were supposed to go. It was a respect thing. For a few of them at least, the thought of ever doing her was just plain ******** up as Bobby had once put it. They’d see her go from diapers to Victoria’s Secret. If that didn’t keep them at bay her father would. He’d always been protective of both his girls, and if she had a dollar for every time he said that he wanted her to find a nice doctor or a lawyer or something - she’d be ******** rich. He loved his brothers but the idea of either of his girls ending up with one? Forget about it.

                                                    “Tempting, Tig. I’ll give you that much.”
                                                    She said with a grin. “We both know you’re gonna be busy by the time I’m done getting ya’lll all liquored up.” In fact, she was surprised that he was still hovering around the bar. The fact that he hadn’t wandered off to join his buddies was...just a bit odd. Not that she was complaining. She liked Tig. They had the same sort of off sense of humor, one that made people wonder what the ******** was wrong with them every once and awhile. Hell, she was sure that she’d picked it up from him and some of the other guys.

                                                    Her eyes wandered briefly, scanning the crowd again for her father, her sister, or any other familiar face. There was a woman nursing a longneck hovering a few feet away. She was maybe a few years older than Madison herself. Her blond hair stacked messily on top of her head. A shirt which was way too tight and a skirt which was way too short, topped up with a pair of lace-up knee-high stilettos. Madison just shook her head. Someone was trying to hard. “Were you planning on keeping me company tonight? ‘Cuz I think somebody wants an audience with you.” She wasn’t trying to get rid of him, but the woman's staring was getting a bit unnerving, even if it wasn’t directed at her.

                                                    Granted it was probably best if didn’t hang around all night. She was sure that somewhere her father was twitching - even if it was just playful, though just a bit suggestive, banter.


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                                                  Though he had only been at the clubhouse for minutes it had already begun like Skyla had predicted, female chatter got louder and louder as the sound of heels was more noticeable then before, the flock was flocking and Skyla knew she had to get out of the way before she was trampled by the lusty, busty bitches. Having been around Jax for the majority of her life she had lots of time to imagine how hard it would be to be his girlfriend, how did Tara do it? Skyla could see Tara getting chased by an angry, jealous mob of high school girls. Sadly, it was like a scene from the lion king, Tara was Mufasa and the high school girls were the heard of Buffalo that had trampled him to death. If she had liked Tara it would have been a sad thing to picture but the thought of any pain being inflected on the ex-girlfriend would have brought a smile to many people faces, especially Gemma’s.

                                                  Skyla hadn’t ever seen Jax like he was when she had dumped him at school, he was a tough guy with a tough reputation and no one had expected him to be the slightest bit emotional over the break up. Being a club member had to be hard, no one expected you to have human emotions but one look in his eyes and Skyla knew Jax would bring something different to the club when he was older, he was different than most of them.

                                                  Her legs uncrossed and her feet rested against the actual seat of the bench below them, the old wood squeaking slightly as she shifted away from the females across the parking lot. ”Whipped? Still? I thought Ope would get out of the honeymoon phase.” Bare shoulders shrugged at the thought of Donna and Ope together, Skyla wasn’t known for having many female friends and Donna had never seemed to fit in with the lifestyle. Taking a long inhale of her cancer stick she looked back to the females in the parking lot with a laugh, the club must have been hungry they sure had ordered a lot. ]”It’s a shame they had to order sloppy seconds, I think they need to upgrade the dessert menu.”

                                                  Skyla didn’t want to admit that she was cold but he was right, if he had a cut it would have been continent to borrow so she could hide outside longer, she always wanted to wear someone’s cut and she knew Jax would look delicious in one.”I’m hoping once I start to drink I’ll be able to laugh off what I did but if you see him walking my way I suggest you run with me.” Sketch book in hand she slid off the table top and got to her feet adjusting her skirt that had decided to ride up slightly on the way down. Skyla definitely wasn’t excited about Donny finding out but she couldn’t let it ruin her night especially when her sister was the bar tender. ”I’d offer to protect you from the sluts in return but I have a feeling you might like the selection.” Her smirk was hidden as she approached the doors of the clubhouse, voices from inside still as loud as ever.

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The stench of perfume got stronger and stronger as he waited for Madison’s answer, Tig knew that the scent would be more inviting once he got shut down by the bombshell behind the counter. There was no part of him that thought she would accept his invitation, he knew that she was her father’s daughter and there was no way he was going to get in her pants unless her dad was dead or he made her an offer she couldn’t resist. Of course for most of the women that hung around an offer like that was something they would never pass down in a million years and after being in the club for as long as he had been it became a bit too easy at times..though he never complained.

He finished his beer with ease and looked down in front of his as the prospect quickly handed a shot of whisky his way, had he asked for one? No, Did he want one? Yes. ”Can’t you see im being helped? You trying to cut my time with this lovely lady short or what?” His eyes narrowed in the young man’s direction as he lifted the shot to his mouth and smelt the familiar scent. Tig was known for giving the prospects s**t as a joke but everyone who could see him knew he was serious about getting his drinks from Madison.

Instantly after he had taken his shot he felt the burning sensation in his stomach, there was many more of those to come. ”Well you can let me know how tempting it is once i finished getting you liquored up tonight.” Tig laughed at his own comment, knowing that she would see how he was attempting to creep her out. He thought it must have been weird for her to have some older man hitting on her but he never thought she would actually consider doing some of the things he had wanted to do to her. ”Gimme another of what that idiot gave me.” Tig could hear his friends and brothers talking over the music behind him but he wanted to get a few drinks in before he went over to them, he knew he clearly needed to catch up just by hearing some of the things coming out of people’s mouths.

A heavy hand hit his shoulder and Tig immediately knew who it was, Big Jason Sutherland, of course he wold come to his daughters rescue. Jason was much bigger than Tig but his age made Tig question if he would be able to keep up in a fight, ”You making sure her first night is a good one there friend?” Jason smiled at his brother, knowing he was shutting down whatever messed up conversation he had started with Madison. A nod from Tig was all he received as he motioned his daughter to get him another cold beer, was this Tigs clue to leave? He’d let Madison decide that for herself. You’re doing good Hun, this guy over here giving you a hard time?”




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                                                    To say that she wasn’t the least bit amused by the prospect pushing a shot glass towards Tig, and Tig reacting the way he had would be a bit of an understatement. The kid looked like someone had killed his puppy for a moment there. She had Tig well taken care of in the alcohol department for now. The prospect was just trying to help, that was kind of all that he’d be doing for the next year or so. Kissing member’s asses every chance he got to ensure that when the time came, he was voted in. Until then that prospect patch on his cut meant that the MC could literally do anything they wanted to him. He’d be treated like s**t for awhile, gradually some of the guys would ease up. As long as he didn’t break is’all. If he really wanted in he’d have to take the s**t.

                                                    Was he trying to press buttons? See how far he could push her. Whatever he was doing, he certainly seemed to be enjoying himself. Madison wondered if he had downed a few before walking into the club. Because if she didn’t know better, she’d say that he was actually flirting with her. What made that worse was that she was playing along. It wasn’t as if she was completely against the attention, he wasn’t being a gross douchebag, which seemed to be the way way to describe most of the men who spoke to her; but this was still Tig.

                                                    She nodded obediently, taking the empty shot glass from the counter and leaving to find the bottle that the prospect had since abandoned. She grabbed two clean glasses, making a mental note to tell one of the prospects to grab another clean stack, then she walked back to the side of the bar which Tig was currently occupying. However he wasn’t alone this time. Her father stood beside him. They were both smiling, so that was good. Or so she thought. If Papa Sutherland had heard the idea that Tig had been throwing about she had a feeling that he would have been a lot less brotherly.

                                                    “Thank you,”
                                                    She said sweetly as she placed the glasses and the bottle on the cabinet. reaching behind her into the cooler with one hand and grabbing a bottle of brew for her dad. She handed him the beer and then poured Tig his shot, sliding it across to him. Then she poured one for herself, downing it with one toss of her head.

                                                    “Who? Tig?”
                                                    Madison asked with a laugh. “Nah, he’s harmless. He was just telling me how happy he is to have me workin here now.” Okay, perhaps the latter wasn’t actually true. He definitely hadn’t say anything along those lines. Oh well. Most interesting company she’d had all night anyways. Even if he was trying to put the moves on her. But that was what made it interesting, wasn’t it?

                                                    That was a little detail that didn’t necessarily need to be shared with the rest of the class. “Have you found me my prince charming yet?” She couldn’t resist the playful dig at her father’s expense. She was honestly surprised that he was okay with the idea of her working behind the bar, though she would have done it anyways. Madison couldn’t have carried on, but she knew the rules. He could take a joke but ******** with him in front of one of his brothers? Wouldn’t be the smartest thing she’d ever done.

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Of course it was in Tig’s nature to try and pick up every good looking girl in the bar but Jason was almost positive he knew better than to try and pick up the one girl the club had been made known they couldn’t have. Of course for a lot of men and especially Tig this was a challenge and having to hide intimacy with a women was not something he had done before, maybe it was a bad call on Jason’s part to have been constantly vocal about her unavailability. It wasn’t uncommon to see a member’s friend go for the older daughter; anyone with eyes could see that she was a good catch. Between her fit figure and her bright eyes there was no physical flaws and that made her father even more uneasy about men hanging around her. Jason knew his daughter could hold her own but knowing how he was as a younger club member, he didn’t trust others for s**t.

Tig’s eyes avoided following her to the cooler, he knew her pants were tight and that made ignoring them even harder. He loved his daughter but wouldn’t have been nearly as protective over her as Jason if she had hung around the club, her looks were….different and she’d always been a crazy b***h like her mother.

As Tig took his shot he leaned back to take a peek at a tall women at the bar, though he could only see her from behind he was confident he’d never met her before, he knew a familiar a** when he saw it. The chances were high that she was the source of the heavy perfume but at this point he was feeling very curious as to whom she was and of course what her face looked like. The liquid burn in his stomach was less intense than the first shot he had taken, you would have thought after years of heavy drinking the uncomfortable feeling would go away. ”No worries with me pop; I got my eyes on the prize.” Tig nodded in the direction of the women across the bar, distracting his brother as he shot a quick wink at his daughter. So far he was only hiding winks and it was already getting fun.

Jason was tense from his daughters comment, fingers stripping away the beers label from the corner of the bottle. His leather made noise as he turned to look at the women Tig had pointed out, not aware of the real motive behind his nod. A deep chuckle rose from his large stomach as he thought back to all times Tig had attached himself to a new croweater, ”Go get ‘em tiger” Jason didn’t have to tell Tig that was his cue to leave they had been around each other well enough to sense an argument when it was rising, Jason’s temper was bad and any of his brothers could sense him get angry within seconds.

”No ******** prince charming’s in here, thought you’d be looking elsewhere. Being behind this bar isn’t going to introduce you to no one worth a minute of your time.” his voice was deep but the slight slurring of his words showed he’d had a few beers already. It was all too easy to get himself worked up over one comment Madison had made, he wanted to support everything she did but he’d always feared she’d end up like her mother, marrying into the club and having to sacrifice her dreams for it. ”You better make sure that sister of yours isn’t drinking more than she needs either, if you saw the dress she was wearing you’d know why I’m saying that…you’d think she was trying to impress someone or something.” Sighing he rubbed his forehead in frustration, “At least I got one daughter that knows how to cover herself…” As soon as he looked over to her tight jeans he regretted what he was saying. ”Jesus, your both trying to give me a damn heart attack. Give me a shot; I’m going to need it”




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                    It was nice to have someone else on his side when it came to Opie and his relationship. Yeah, the dude was whipped. Whenever he made a sarcastic remark the retort was always that he was jealous because he didn’t have that. That usually killed the conversation as quickly as it had started. Jax wouldn’t say he was jealous – he didn’t know what he was. Of course he missed Tara, she had basically been his world. She was smart, gorgeous, and they’d gotten along so well. For the most part. He wasn’t sure if they’d last after graduation, she hadn’t been fond of the MC, nor the idea of him joining. There was also the little thing about her wanting to go to college. He didn’t know if he could do that long distance relationship s**t. Not that any of it mattered now.

                    “When I’m patched,”
                    He began to say, flicking a small ember off the end of the cig. “I’ll see what I can do with the dessert menu.” Jax couldn’t help but laugh. He appreciate the woman as much as the next guy. They weren’t all his type, he tried to avoid the druggies or the batshit crazies in general, which seemed to always make up a good portion of the crowd. He had to agree though, could be nice to get some fresher blood. Not that Skyla was looking at the issue through the same incredibly dirty glasses that he was.

                    He was glad that she seemed fine with the idea of heading it. He did want to get to the party, but he was enough of a gentleman. He couldn’t just leave her out there alone. Manners and all that s**t. Besides, he liked having her around. He took another drag as he stood, dropping the cigarette to the pavement and crushing it with the toe of his work boots.

                    He couldn’t help but notice Skyla taking a moment to adjust her skirt, not that it needed any adjusting in his books. She had a nice body. Actually, she was downright gorgeous. It was those Sutherland genetics. Though if he had to pick a sister for whatever reason, he would have gone with Skyla. Mads was pretty, but there was something about the younger girl. Not that she was anymore accessible. He was pretty sure that he’d get a swift kick if he so much as had an impure thought about her around her father.

                    “Sounds like a plan.” The two turned away from the bench and headed towards the door. He noticed some girls glaring at her as they walked. His response was to drape his right arm across her shoulder, pulling her closer to his side. Jax threw a pointed smirk in their general direction before focusing back on the raven-haired girl he had just taken captive. “I’d pay to see you in a cage match.” He said absently. “That would be hot. I’d put good money down on you, too. It’s always the quiet ones who kick some serious a**.” He couldn’t exactly see her spurring something on, or willingly going toe-to-toe with any of this chicks. But if she ever did, what a sight that would be.


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