For @Crash519 , Hope you like it.
Natasha, Tasha to her friends, was an outgoing lady with a love of motorcycles, alcohol and weaponry and used all multiple times. This meant that she had an unusual job – she was a motorcycle distribution specialist, delivering alcohol to parties when they were close to running out due to the lack of forethought for the level of alcohol consumption with large groups of men.
This meant that there was a level of danger with her job so much so that she carried a concealed weapon, complete with permit. Her favourite was a Glock 17 in black with a steel and polymer structure that held 9mm bullets. The only problem with that gun was it was registered and by law she couldn't use that whilst working so for that purpose she knew she needed to have an unlicensed one.
She had no issue breaking that particular law, mainly because she hadn't had any reason to use that gun.
That was until she was called to make a delivery to the boys of SAMCRO.
Tasha had loaded her bike, a Harley Street Bob, with several bottles of whiskey and headed out to the clubhouse located behind a garage called Teller Morrow Automotives. Being a resident of Charming she knew the stories of what went on at the clubhouse and had managed to avoid the need to go there, until now.
Knowing it was going to be a messy one she checked the clip in her handgun and made sure the safety was on before hiding it in the waistband of her jeans.
The closer Tasha got to the clubhouse the more she could feel the anxiety building. It started in the pit of her stomach, an uneasy feeling that slowly grew to a physical shaking. She could feel that she was sweating. Tasha made a conscious decision to ignore the growing feelings of unease as she pulled into the lot.
She plastered a fake smile on her face as she pulled the bottles out of the bags attached to her bike and turned to find the man who made the order. She walked over to the door and was greeted with the smell of cigarette and weed smoke, stale alcohol and weirdly enough sex. Once she opened the door she discovered the reason for those smells.
There were several women dressed in the smallest scraps of clothing that only just covered their modesty, Tasha immediately felt a resurgence of the anxiety, mentally telling herself she was nothing.
Swallowing heavily Tasha hauled in a deep breath before shouting loud enough to be heard over the racket assaulting her ears. "Delivery for Tig Trager".
Within seconds 2 men were walking her way, one with a mess of dark curls and piercing eyes and the other slightly taller, bald and covered in tattoos. Tasha knew she visibly gulped and that both men had caught the action when they both smirked at her.
She stood her ground as the 2 gigantic men stalked towards her. They stopped close to her and the curly haired one introduced himself as Tig. Tasha nodded and held out the invoice to show him the cost and watched as he put his hand into a pocket and pulled out a wad of notes, he pulled a few a handed them to a now shocked Tasha. She wasn't used to people being able to hand over $400 in cash.
The deal was over quickly, cash handed, invoice signed and Tasha turned to leave. Tig had made a snap decision and grabbed her as she went to leave, giving her no choice but to pull the handgun hidden in her waistband.
In a move practised over and over she switched off the safety as she pulled it and swung round levelling the gun in the man's face. The man known as Tig widened his eyes and knew that the man stood with him would no doubt had done the same to the woman.
Tasha was not surprised that the bald one of the 2 had a gun aimed at her within seconds of her having a gun aimed at his friend. What she was surprised at was the rasp of the man's voice as he spoke to her.
"Don't be stupid little girl." Tasha had to suppress a shiver of desire as the man's voice did funny things to her insides. Realising she was out of her depth Tasha reluctantly lowered her gun but not before demanding that baldy put his away too.
Tig let out a bark of laughter and that moment was the start of something beautiful.
Tasha and the bald man, who had been introduced as Happy were a match made in hell, but to them it was a good thing. They both had a high tolerance for danger and they bounced off of each other.
Tasha softened the edges of Happy and Happy silenced the anxiety in Tasha. She was accepted as one of their own and as an Old Lady quicker than anyone ever had, she had the love and affection of everyone. None more so than the matriarch of SAMCRO, Gemma Teller- Morrow.
