It wasn't unusual for the club Lacey was a part of to not have enough money for a deal. However it has never come to the extent that her dad would give away his own daughter. She had no say in the matter, she was taught to have no say in anything. S...
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It had just hit midday by the time three members of SAMCRO arrived at the arranged meeting spot, two on their bikes and one in a black van. Each of their black leather vests stopped the cold breeze from impacting them much as they left their vehicles, leaving them alone to the left of them. A white van was already set up in the middle of the parking lot with two men guarding the front of it as the one who looked to be in charge leaned against the side of the van. He straightened up from his spot as well as moving away from the van, letting the SAMCRO members get a better view of him. All of the men in the parking lot were in a club, showcasing which one with their several patches sewn onto their leather vests.
This meeting was between two motorbike clubs, Sons of Anarchy and The Blue Eagles. They were here for the Sons to sell guns to the Blue Eagles who in return would give them cash.
It was a large deal, one that the Eagles could not afford. But they were desperate considering lately they had been getting into more fights each day that passed.
The leader of the Sons spoke first, his rough, stern voice echoing across the empty car park. "You got the money?"
In response, the leader of the Eagles opened one of the van doors before pulling out a silver suitcase containing $1000. Still being a few meters away from the other club, the man opened the case revealing less than half of the money they needed.
The leader of the Sons scoffed, shaking his head that tilted downwards. "Where's the rest of our money?" He questioned, looking back up and staring at the other leader.
The leader in question cleared his throat before answering. "Well Clay, we're short on everything this year, so this is all we can give you at the moment."
"No deal then." The older man declared, already turning around to get back to his bike, the other two following him.
"But we have something else to offer you if you're interested."
All three of the Sons stopped in their tracks at the comment. Clay was the first to spin around, watching as the Eagles leader walked to the back of the van and opened the two large doors. They could hear a small sound of commotion before the slamming of two doors.
Stepping out from behind the van was a smaller girl with red hair who wore a small white nightgown that barely got to her thighs. On her right leg, a thin white frilly garter was placed holding up a pack of unopened smokes. Her hair almost covered her face as she looked down towards the ground, not once did she look up as the leader dragged her out from the van with a tight grip on her upper arm.
"I offer you my daughter, as well as the $1000. She's been taught how to be a proper Old Lady and will do anything you tell her to."
Never has the Sons been offered a person in a deal before. The three of them stood still for a moment, staring at the young girl. Clay's voice broke the silence.
