Sons Of Anarchy

Cʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ Tᴡᴏ

CAUTION! Sexual Scene Ahead!

(Outfits of the duo to the side)

July 5, 2013

It wasn’t until two days later that I really got to know Mr Cameron Hanning, and let me tell you, it was the best night of my life. Although I’d spent most of my time monitoring Thomas and Alex at their home, I had never really gotten the chance to talk to Cameron himself. He was always claiming to be “busy,” but I didn't bother to question him about it.

It had been Saturday. Sierra, my older sister, had called asking if I was busy that night. She already knew the answer, though. I was never busy on a Saturday night. We planned to go clubbing with a bunch of our old college mates, and though she was twenty-seven, two years older than me, she acted like the younger child.

I was dressed up in a black bodycon dress with gold patterning that hugged my hour glass figure perfectly. I also had my favourite red lingerie sitting comfortably underneath my dress, making me feel even more confident with my body. I chose to wear red stilettos so that they not only matched my favourite lingerie, but my red lipstick as well. I looked hot.

My hair was left down so it stopped just above my hips. I walked into the living room to find Sierra sitting on my kitchen bench, already sculling down a shot. "By the time we get to the club you'll be as dead as a hibernating bear,” I joked, applying one last coat of lipstick.

She was wearing a bodycon dress like mine, but hers was white with an Aztec-patterned hemline. She wore it with black wedges and had minimal make-up on. Lucky for her, she’d inherited our mother's perfect skin—no blotchiness whatsoever. And even more so unlike me, she had brown hair and eyes. I had inherited my father's grey eyes and blonde hair, but I chose to dye my hair black. I was sick of looking at blonde hair.

"Har-har,” she mock laughed. “By the way you're talking out of your ass, you probably aren’t gonna get laid tonight. I believe that you're going to die a virgin." She snickered, downing another shot. Even though that was probably her third or fourth shot, she acted unfazed. She was really good at holding her alcohol, and it would likely take twenty more shots to make her drunk, and practically forty for her to get hammered.

"I’m not a virgin, idiot." I rolled my eyes, picking up my purse from the couch. I rung the taxi service and ordered a cab. Neither of us wanted to be a sober driver, so we usually stuck with calling a taxi. Ten minutes later, Sierra and I were standing outside my apartment, watching the yellow and black car pull up to the driveway.

We made our way towards it as it parked, arms latched together like little girls. Sierra was the first to hop in, and since I was stuck with shutting the door, my blazer decided to miraculously get caught in the door. I heard her chuckle, and shot her my deadliest glare, causing her quickly look away and lean forward to tell the driver the address. Bitch. I could tell the driver was having fun looking at Sierra's cleavage, and though she probably noticed it too, I knew she wasn't doing anything about it. Bloody flirt.