"I don't mind living in a man's world, as long as I can be a woman in it."
A hopeful new member with an affiliation to a neighbouring charter shows up in Charming, looking to get in with the infamous Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club. The only problem...
More than just illusions are shattered when Stahl takes the next step in her dastardly plan to disembowel SAMCRO—and everybody associated with them.
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Tig trotted eagerly down the stairs as the smell of fresh coffee flooded his nostrils, making it much easier to get out of bed today, than it had been yesterday. He rounded the corner with a smile on his face, straightening his kutte over his wrinkled shirt as he approached Sydney where she stood at the island, filling their to-go mug and packing her bag for the day.
Sydney's lips curled up as Tig came into view, fiddling with his dark blue button-up. "Do you want me to iron it?" She giggled as she reached for his hands, pulling them away from the creased material that he was only making worse
"Nah, babe, it's okay. I don't got anyone I need to impress," he winked.
"You should hang it up next time."
"Hangin' it up would mean that you'd have to spare me some closet space," he scoffed, playfully nudging her in the ribs.
"There's always the hall closet..." She smirked as she unscrewed the cap on her antibiotics, tipping out one of the few remaining red pills, and dropping it into her mouth.
Tig chortled, rolling his eyes. "How many more you got?" He nodded to the bright orange prescription bottle.
"Two," she smiled as she tossed the container into her purse. "I cannot wait to get back to beating your ass on the road," a cheeky grin spread across her face as she grabbed her cup and headed to the door.
"Hey!" Tig scowled, feigning offense as he placed his hands on his hips.
"Friday," she called over her shoulder. "Be ready!"
Tig shook his head as he inhaled deeply, swiping his coffee and following after her with a smirk, glad to see that the distress she'd been in just hours ago, hadn't carried over into the new day.
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Donna sat in the same spot that she'd been sitting in since she'd been brought into the government facility during the night, hollowly staring at the TV that blared the sound of screeching tires as Kenny took advantage of the expensive gaming system that the state-funded room had to offer. But finally there was a welcome change of scenery when she saw the door opening out of the corner of her eye, rushing to her feet where she stomped over to the tall, skinny woman—ignoring the dizziness that she felt after a sleepless night.
