Impact [Jax Teller//Sons Of Anarchy]

Chapter Six

I stood in front of an open gate that led to a garage called Teller-Morrow. Two garage doors stood open revealing three men working on two different cars. Inside the lot about seven other cars stood and to no surprise about twice as many motorcycles.

I was feeling very anxious. I was briefed by the agents for a week before I was deemed “ready” to start my undercover mission. Well, I wasn’t exactly undercover. I would still go by my own name and tell the truth about my past. I guess that’s why Agent Barone thought I was perfect for this; I already had the screwed up background and reason to be what I was told was a “crow eater”.

I folded my hands nervously across my chest. A considerable amount of cleavage was shown with the black tank top I was wearing and the numerous silver chains hanging from my neck drew the attention right to the desired area.

I didn’t have a clue what to do. Well that’s not actually true, but I couldn’t just walk inside and demand to be on standby if any of the members needed a good fuck. I’d have to work on a better plan.

“Hey, sweet thing,” a voice called from behind me. Two men in their late thirties stood across the street. They were both leaning against the wall.

“Are you just gonna stand there or tell us your hourly rates?” the one with red burned bald head asked.

“Don’t be silly,” the other one said. He still had all his hair but they were fast turning grey. “She’s not on the job. It’s not night yet. Besides, she’s in the wrong town for that kind of shit.”

The bald one turned to his friend. “Don’t spoil it now. She might do us for free. That way we can’t technically call her a whore.”

My face turned bright red. I pulled my denim skirt down a bit, as if it was going to make it ten inches longer, and folded my arms tighter over my breasts. I started walking down the road. I must have walked for quite a few blocks in no particular direction, because when I came to a stop in front of a grocery store my feet were burning inside my knee high leather boots.

I stood in front of the store pretending to eye some flowers while I tried to recollect my thoughts. How could I have been so stupid to think that I could actually pull this off? I mean, I could barely scrape the nerve together to enter the damn SAMCRO breading nest, let alone penetrate the whole damn organisation. I definitely was not undercover material.

I leaned in to smell a bunch of daisies. They smelled just like I remembered my grandma’s daisies to smell. She’d always keep them in the front of her greenhouse. Even though it was used as a front for her real operation in the back, she still cared dearly for her flowers.

Another woman came and stood next to me. She was looking at a bunch of mixed wild flowers. She picked it up and gave it a whiff. “Goddamn flowers,” she said, “Reminds me of funeral homes and graveyards.”

I looked at her briefly and gave a nervous nod.

“You buying?” she asked in more of a curious than polite kind of way.

“I just like to smell them,” I said truthfully. I didn’t know what I would do with a bunch of flowers at that time. Buying flowers was not was I was sent here to do.

“I’m Gemma. Are you new around here?” she asked holding out her left hand. A heavy diamond was resting on her ring finger.

“Yes. I’m Quinn. I just moved here yesterday. How did you know?” I politely shook her hand.

“Charming is small, sweetheart. I know everyone.”

I nodded and turned my head back to the flowers.