Motorcycle clubs have always been a boys club. It makes sense: the violence, the hierarchy, the fact that they haven't exactly met the women's movement. Now, there's a new club in Northern Cali, looking to make a name for itself. It's already allied...
Tiki stepped out onto the porch of the old farmhouse that the Valkyries were now using for their home base and watched as a black panel van stirred up dust on the long drive from the road. It pulled to a stop at the base of the porch and she lifted a brow when Jax Teller jumped down from the driver's seat and walked her way. He grinned and nodded in greeting.
"You busy today? I got something that needs taken care of and Tig and Happy are both on another job. It's probably gonna take most of the day, darlin."
Tiki nodded and motioned toward the house. "Let me grab my stuff and tell someone I'm leaving."
Jax nodded as he lit a cigarette and leaned against the fender of the van. Tiki walked back inside and picked up her jacket from the arm of a chair as she walked through to the kitchen. Tony was pouring a cup of coffee as she shrugged her jacket on.
"Jax needs me for something. Probably going to be gone all day. Text me if you need me for anything."
Tony nodded and Tiki walked back through the house, walking out to find Jax where she had left him. "Ya know, you could have just called and I would have met you at TM."
Jax shrugged and grinned, stubbing his cigarette out with the toe of his white sneaker. "I felt like being a gentleman today. Get in."
Tiki chuckled and nodded, walking around to climb into the passenger seat. They were on the road for a few minutes before Jax turned to look at her.
"You know who Hector Salazar is?"
Tiki nodded. "Yeah, head of the Calaveras crew. Small time club that's jonesing to join up with Marcus." She shook her head. "Nasty little fucker. Not quite right in the head."
Jax nodded. "That's the one. Anyway, I've been told that he has some information on an attack of a Charming business owner. I need to know what he knows."
She nodded as she lit a cigarette. "Gotcha. Well, hoss, let's go talk to the man."
Hector's screams reverberated off of the tin walls of the shed as Tiki pressed the hot poker into his side yet again. Jax winced at the noise the iron made when she removed it from the man's flesh as he crouched down in front of him.
"Man, all you gotta do is answer my questions and this shit ends. Seriously, are you enjoying what she's doing to you?"
Hector spat blood on the ground at Tiki's feet and glared at her in rage and pain. "Crazy puta! You got daddy issues or some shit?"
Tiki just smiled as she lit a cigarette off of the still smoking iron fireplace poker in her hand, the remnants of Hector's flesh melting into a greasy smear on the metal. "Nah, I don't have a daddy to have issues with." She looked around the small room and grinned. "Happy has a great set-up here. I got to give him props."
Jax chuckled and crossed his arms over his chest, both of them ignoring the whimpering man between them for a moment. "You know, you got the perverse craziness of Tig and the pure evil intent of Happy, all wrapped up in a hot body." He smirked and winked as she snickered. "And I am never pissing you off, babe."
Tiki smirked as she laid the poker back in the fire for a moment. "Well, that's probably best because Hector is about to find out just how many orifices Happy's poker will fit into on his body." She winked at the now-sobbing man. "I'm betting at least two."
Hector swung a panic-filled look Jax's way as she lifted the now red-hot poker and waved it in the air. "Keep that bitch away from me, man!"
Jax raised a brow in exasperation and shrugged. "Then tell me what the fuck I want to know, homie! This all goes away."
Hector nodded quickly as Tiki took a step closer to him. "OK! Shit! Lumpy was an initiation, man, that's all."
Tiki frowned. "Marcus sanctioned it?"
Hector shook his head. "Nah, bitch, he didn't sanction shit. That was my idea. I figured if I showed what I was made of, he'd let the club patch over."
Tiki shook her head in disgust and looked at Jax. "Are we done? I can shoot this piece of shit now?"
Hector shook his head quickly. "Wait! That's not all I know!"
Jax motioned for her to wait before looking at Hector. "Well? What else do you think we need to know?"
Hector looked at Tiki and grinned maniacally. "I know who your daddy is, puta."
Tiki frowned. "How the fuck would you know that?"
"I heard some of his crew talking one day. They said that if anything ever happened to Nero, they wondered if you would take over the crew since you were his kid and all."
Tiki shook her head as she backed up a step. "That can't be true. He... he would have told me."
Hector smirked and shook his head. "Not if he didn't want to claim a crazy psycho for a daughter. Why not just use you for his dirty work and leave it at that?"
Tiki shook her head. "Nah, you're just trying to buy time."
Hector shook his head. "Your mother was Maria, right? Maria Daniels?" When Tiki just stared at him, he smirked. "Nero was balling your mom for years, puta. The whole time he was paying her to lay on her back, he was getting it for free."
Almost without thought, Tiki brought her hand up and abruptly shoved the poker into his mouth, his screams turning to garbled noises before he passed out from the pain. She pulled the poker back out and turned to a wide-eyed Jax. "Let's clean this shit up and get the hell out of here."
Jax nodded then pointed at the tape recorder on the table. "I'll erase that part of the tape. Nobody needs to know your personal business unless you want them to."
Tiki nodded as she pulled her gun from the back of her leggings. "I appreciate that."
Without another word, she raised the gun and shot Hector in the head.
