Impact [Jax Teller//Sons Of Anarchy]

Chapter Eight

I went back to the motel where I was staying about an hour later. Gemma said that they’d have another small get together at the clubhouse because some of the members had to go do some business. Apparently the members liked to stow their family away at the clubhouse while they went on “business trips”.

I caught a few hours of sleep before I headed out the door again just when the sun was starting to set. I had barely locked the door to my room when a strong hand grabbed my arm.

“Hey-” I started to yell but another hand came clasping my mouth. It was Agent Barone.

“Shush,” he said, “we don’t want to draw any attention to ourselves.”

He led me towards a black van parked opposite the motel. I got in.

Inside two men were sitting manning monitors. I could see the Teller-Morrow sign on one of them. Another was sitting in the front in the driver’s seat, talking on the phone.

“So?” Agent Barone asked.

“So?” I asked back.

“Don’t play with me, Quinn. I know you spent the whole of last night in their clubhouse. Who did you fuck and what did you hear?”

I made a disgusted face. “You know, there are more polite ways of stating that and for your information I didn’t fuck anyone. I served drinks and I cleaned up.”

He laughed. “Why am I disappointed?” he asked. The two men at the monitors chuckled.

“Don’t forget why we sent you in and what the alternative choice was. Either you tell us exactly what you saw and heard or you spend a considerable amount of time in jail. I think it’s pretty simple.”

“I’ll see what I can do tonight. I was just about to head over there before I was so rudely snatched up.”

“You better save the attitude for the club, sweetie. This isn’t a game. When I see you again I’m going to ask you some questions, and if you can’t answer them... well, I hope you look good in orange.”

***

“You’re late,” Gemma said as she spotted me in the clubhouse.

“I know. I’m sorry. I was more tired than I thought.”

“Well then, honey, tonight you’re going to be exhausted. The boys are going out on a run and we have to feed the families staying here for the night.”

“Why are they staying here?”

“Because this is the safest place. I wouldn’t ask any more questions like that. You might act stupid, but I know that you know exactly what goes on here. Now, make yourself useful and hand out drinks. Get coffee for those who want it and alcohol for those who need it.”

I went out into the bar area. Various women were sitting chatting to one another. “Can I get you girls anything,” I asked.
One of the women, a blonde one, looked at me. I could tell she was judging me by the way she looked at me.

“You new?” she asked.

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied.

All the women laughed at me.

“If you ever want to see the light of day, Missy, then I wouldn’t dare call me ‘ma’am’ again. It’s Luanne,” the blonde woman said.

“Sorry,” I said nervously putting my hands in my jean pockets.

“It’s alright, you didn’t know,” she said in an overly sweet tone.

“Luanne,” a man’s voice came from behind, “we’re leaving.” He wore a bandana around his head and had a goatee.

“Be safe,” Luanne said after kissing him hard on the mouth.

“Get them home safe, Otto,” one of the other women said.

“Can do,” he said and walked off.

Luanne turned her attention back to me. “The strongest thing you have, darling, and make it three.”

I got the group glasses with a double whiskey in each and went around the room. Some of the old ladies seemed concerned, others were chatting away. I spent the night pouring coffee and drinks, getting blankets and watching some of the kids while the moms either went to pee or got hammered.

“No life like the life of a crow eater,” I said under my breath.

The guys returned late the following afternoon. Most of the families went home and the single bikers (or well I hoped they were single) stayed at the clubhouse drinking and talking.

“There she is,” the man from the first night with the greying beard and hair said.

“Here I am.”

“You been here all night?”

“I’m at the club’s service.”

“Cute,” he said and motioned for me to pour him another glass of whiskey. “You know, there’s nothing like the open road. Except maybe a good pussy or two AND the open road.”

“Well, I only know about one of those,” I said passing him his drink.

“And which one would that be?” he asked.

I purely winked at him; leaving the answer to the imagination.

“How about you show me instead?” he asked.

I came around the bar. I took his hand and helped him up. “Seeing is believing,” I said, my voice as smooth as velvet.

He smiled cockily and finished off his drink before leading me off to the rooms in the back.

How long it lasted I couldn’t tell you. I was sucking him off barely two minutes after we got into one of the rooms and his head was pressed firmly between my legs moments later. I made all the right noises and motions. I rode him until he finished inside me (thank god for condoms and the morning after pill) and put the old geyser to bed before the sun even came up. I pretended to sleep next to him and when he got up to pee in the morning I kissed him on the cheek and told him I needed to head home.

I was just putting on my jacket when I caught Gemma in the hallway.

“Guess that means you’re in,” she said before stalking off to the linen closet.