Call of the Wild

Kalila

Kalila had always had a knack. Of course, she'd been a loner since before she'd hit puberty. She grew up on the streets, but she had miraculously graduated high school. Her school counselor had tried to get her to apply to college but she wasn't interested. She had wanted to travel, to see other places. She travelled around the country doing her own thing. Since her juvenile record had been expunged, she hadn't gotten in much trouble. Or trouble that landed the law getting involved.

After getting into a particularly nasty fight, an older man took her under his wing. He could see the potential in her and hated the idea of her talent being wasted. Even though she was only 14, he taught her all he knew about the martial arts. He had even set her up with a close friend of his to learn more arts. By the time she was 21, she was the top female underground martial artist in the United States. She grew up on the streets, so she was often looked at as an outlaw, one who didn't fit into the normal fabric of society.

Eventually she found her way to Southern California. She had several fights set up out there. $5-$10k each fight, cash in hand at the end of the night. If she won. She usually did. Not trusting the government or mainstream society, she never opened a bank account. Her mentor helped her get her driver's license the day she turned 16. As she was cleaning up from her last fight, and older white man approached her. He wanted her to teach at a new martial arts studio he was opening in Northern California.

She wasn't interested. He felt she was the perfect person for the job and tried to bargain with her. She resisted as long as she could but the promise of being paid $5k a month, in cash, plus a 25% commission on private lessons was just a wee too much to ignore. He gave her all the information she would need and said he would see her in a week. She left his company after shaking his hand to seal the deal. She'd had a hard fight and was looking to find somewhere to grab a bite to eat before finding a hotel to crash at.

What she didn't know was that her whole life was about to change. It wasn't going to take a whole week to get to NorCal but she figured she'd get a good night's rest before starting the journey. Several days later she found herself walking down the streets of what seemed to be a quaint little town in Northern California called Charming. The town itself seemed a bit boring and she was wondering why Don wanted her to teach martial arts. It didn't seem like this town needed what she could offer!

When she arrived for her first day of work, she found Don waiting for her in the office. He gave her the "grand tour" of the facilities and had her sign the contract that they had talked about a week ago. She would be getting $5k every month plus the agreed-upon 25% commission for private lessons. They only worked 9am to 6pm Monday through Friday for "normal" business hours. She liked the work schedule! There were only 3 people in the first class but Don reassured her that business would pick up.

It was over two weeks before she ever realized that Charming was not what it seemed. She had headed out to a local bar after work one Friday. She was just there to have a few drinks, maybe play some pool by herself and relax. She was walking back from the bathroom when a random guy slapped her ass. Instinctively she back kicked him before twirling around and grabbing his hand.

"Do NOT touch someone without their permission." She hissed at him

"Come on, Doll. An ass like that was just begging to be slapped." The curly headed man exclaimed with an amused laugh

Another man quickly got up, took the gun out of from his back pocket and pointed it at her. A tall, muscular blond just sat back and watched the very interesting exchange.

"You don't threaten a Son!" Happy's gravelly voice did not phase her at all

Before they realized it, she had a knife out to curly headed man's throat. This wasn't the first time she'd had a gun pulled on her and probably wouldn't be the last. Chibs looked over to Jax who was just grinning at this unknown woman. She had some balls that was sure!

"If I so much as see that trigger finger twitch I'll slit his fucking throat from ear to ear. Do you hear me?" Her eyes did not even dart to the man holding the gun at her head

"She doesn't even seem scared." Juice whispered to Jax

"Happy! Put it away. Tig, keep your hands to yourself." Jax called out

As soon as she saw the gun being put back in its place, she put her knife away. Jax watched as she just stared at Tig for a moment, not bothering to acknowledge anyone else in their group, before turning and heading back to where she had been going. Jackson was very curious about this woman. She was definitely new to town. Everyone who lived here knew better than threatening a Son.

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