"Break me down, you got a lovely face
We're going to your place
And now you got to freak me out
Scream so loud, getting fuckin' laid
You want me to stay, but I got to make my way
Hey,
You're a crazy bitch
But you fuck so good, I'm on top of it
When I dream, I'm doing you all night
Scratches all down my back to keep me right on!"
I sing along quietly with the song as I work on a new Chevy. Dumb driver thought it'd be fine to speed in the rain, ran into a divider. I'm covered in grease all over, my hair is sticking to my neck. I start to dance around the garage and notice Lowell and some of the others watching me. I don't care though. I headbang as I grab a wrench from my toolbox, dancing back over to the car.
"What are you listening to?" I hear a voice behind me ask.
I turn, taking out one earbud, to see Clay chuckling at my antics.
"It's my theme song Clay," I continue to dance around.
"Oh if Tig could see this," Jax stands next to Clay.
"He'd be a puddle on the floor," I say, starting to grind on the Chevy.
"I think he'd be making a puddle on the floor," Jax winks at me.
"So what do you want?" I ask, rubbing the grease from my hands on my jeans.
"Gemma could use some help at the fundraiser, you game?" Clay asks.
I lean against the Chevy and groan, "I hate people Clay."
"Not up for discussion," he smiles, "Or else Tig's gonna find out about your little dance party."
"You're just jealous," I tease, shaking my hips as I turn.
"I'm jealous of Tig," Jax laughs.
I go back to working on the Chevy, readying myself for the fundraiser that's ahead.
"Take it off, the paper is your game
You jump in bed with fame
Another one night paid in full
You're so fine, it won't be a loss
Cashing in the rocks, just to get you face to face."
~*~*~*~*~
"So this idiot has been skimming from Lin?" I ask, shaking my head.
"Yep, 400K worth," Clay says, "Otto's been keeping him safe in Stockton, but he gets out tomorrow."
"Dumbass will never last," I answer.
"And that's why we're going to protect him, get the cash, and escort him out of Cali," Jax says, "We're gonna split the cash with Chucky."
"Lin's a slimy bastard," I say, "He's sneaky, this isn't going to be a cakewalk."
"You know him?"
"We had a. . . run in a few years back," I sigh.
"That's why we're working in three-person teams," Clay explains, "Chuck stays in the clubhouse and the garage is open for pickups only."
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Wrong Side Of Heaven //Tig Trager// ON HOLD
FanfictionAudrey, a beautiful, witty, and loyal woman. She's a free-spirited and fun loving individual, but what you don't know is that she's also co-sergeant of arms with the Sons Of Anarchy. When she starts to fall for her friend, Tig Trager, she must make...
