Flower of Scotland

Part 3

I finished towel drying my hair after pulling on a pair of clean jeans and basic vest top over my underwear. My boots were laced up after I had strapped my Sgian-dubh in its place. I pulled my damp hair up in to a messy bun and applied some makeup to my face, the door opened as I was finishing up with a squirt of my favourite perfume. I turned my face towards them, my stomach fluttered slightly as the ice king from earlier stood in the doorway, his lean frame filling the space. I eyed him with an amused questioning look and raised my eyebrows.

"So you only knock the first time? Note taken." I batted at him seeing if he would pick up the banter so I could gauge what direction I needed to take my quips in.

"Your wanted." He rasped out in a voice that caught me off guard. It rumbled out of him and I was sure I felt the vibration of it in my own chest.

I walked towards him, stopped just in front of him and looked up.

"Yes sir." I said flirtatiously, searching his face for any break in his demeanour.
Nothing.....damn this was gona be hard, but I liked this game, I was fully aware I was going to be playing with fire but the draw of the flame was too much for me to resist.

He turned away from me and stalked down the hallway towards the main area of the club, I smirked behind him and stifled a giggle.

"Here she is, A true princess of the Telford Clan." Uncle Chibs said cheerily as I approached

I rolled my eyes at him as Tig sidled up to my side.

"What you drinking princess huh? What's your poison?"

"Whiskey." I said, the picture of innocence plastered on my face.

Tig whistled low

"Ok, sweetheart, let's see what you got."

He gestured to the younger man behind the bar who I was informed was called Half-Sack to rack up the shots. I smirked at my Uncle as he took a seat on one of the bar stools to watch.

Holding eye contact with Tig, I picked up the glass, raised it slightly in toast and said

"Slainte." Throwing back the shot without a flinch and tapping the glass for a refill, leaning on the bar with my forearms. Uncle Chibs exploded with proud laughter.

"Aye, she has the blood of a thousand Scots kings."

Tig laughed and patted my shoulder.

"You'll do." he said with a laugh "let's get this party started!"

I straightened up from the bar and looked to my left, at the end of the bar Ice king was giving me his usual blank stare I gave him a cheeky wink and was sure I saw a hint of a smirk as he turned away and made his way towards the pool table.

"That's Happy."

The voice came from behind me and I turned to see the blonde from earlier leaning on the bar beside me.

"He doesn't look too happy to me" I replied. He chuckled and spoke in a low voice leaning toward me.

"He's the clubs Sgt at Arms, known as the Tacoma Killah. He's ruthless and has a constant resting bitch face".

"Are you trying to scare me or turn me on?" I retorted.

He laughed tilting his head back.

"So your good at telling me about others yet you haven't even mentioned your name, What's your story blondie?" I asked matching his body language and leaning against the bar.

He took out a cigarette and lit it offering me the packet, which I accepted somewhat dubiously, knowing full well it wasn't going to be the same as the Mayfair Smooths I was used to back home.

"I'm Jax Teller, VP. Gemma's my mom" he said through a cloud of smoke and then continued to give me a brief history of the family and the club. I knew he was omitting certain details that I obviously wouldn't be privy too. Being Chibs niece gave me a foot in the door but not a seat at the table, the bar maybe but certainly not the table.

I stole peeks at Happy every change I got without being obvious, he was lounging on a sofa by the pool table with a near naked blonde draped over his lap, whether he enjoyed this company or not would be anyone's guess as his expression never changed. I was kept entertained by the constant ebb and flow of leather clad members that came to chat with me at the bar before moving off to converse with someone else. The club had started to fill with others, people not wearing leather but just there for the good time. I was busy trading barbs with Half-Sack and enjoying the back and forth of the banter when a hand was slipped around my waist and I was jerked backwards in to the body of an unknown man behind me.

Turning my head slightly to glimpse at the perpetrator I then made eye contact with Half-Sack, he looked at me unsure which move to make but I slowly reached my hand behind me and made contact with a pressure point on his body that I was familiar with. I slowly applied the necessary pressure and held firmly saying slowly and deliberately

"Take. Your. Hands. Off. Of. Me, before you loose some fingers."

Before he had the chance to react he was roughly dragged away from me, I spun around to see Happy practically dangling the man from the scruff of his neck and glaring daggers at him a muscle ticking in his jaw.

"Get him out of here." Uncle Chibs shouted

Happy moved to frog march him towards the door, the man squirming in his grasp.

The man reached his hand up to Happy, as he turned his body towards him. I moved swiftly and in seconds my blade was unsheathed and imbedded in the back of the man's hand that held a small handgun. The shock stilled the room momentarily, then Happy relived the man non too gently of his weapon, the man staring wide eyed at his hand and screaming. I approached the man as Happy held him and swiftly removed my blade from his hand.

"That was me." I said softly as I wiped the blood off on his chest.