"I don't mind living in a man's world, as long as I can be a woman in it."
A hopeful new member with an affiliation to a neighbouring charter shows up in Charming, looking to get in with the infamous Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club. The only problem...
Jax makes a deal with the Devil to help get him out of trouble, but in his desperation, the spoiled Prince allows himself to forget that the Devil has a price, and she always comes out on top.
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Sydney fidgeted in her seat as she tried to pull the hem of her cropped hoodie down to cover her bulletproof vest as discreetly as possible while she watched in the side mirror as none other than David Hale stepped out of the squad car and approached her vehicle with a pep in his step.
"Miss... Harding, was it?" The deputy recalled with a smug raise of his brow as he leaned down into the window of the visibly angry woman who he had undoubtedly delayed from getting somewhere that she'd clearly wanted to get quickly.
"Oh, Davy... You say that like I'm easy to forget. I'm a little offended." She mock-pouted with a hand over her heart, hoping that a little bit of flirting was all that it would take for errand boy to let her get on her way.
He chortled as he looked to the pavement. "You in a hurry?" His blue eyes flicked back up to meet her pale green ones which were even more captivating under the enhancement of the afternoon sun.
"Why? You wanna take me out?" She asked playfully, quickly dropping the facade that she didn't have time for when all she got in return was a discerning smirk. "I guess I'm just not used to the speed limits around here yet. You know; big city girl, small town." She shrugged. She had hoped that she would be able to talk her way out of it, but now all she wanted was for him to give her the damn ticket so that she could get on her way before shit went too far south.
"Well, something to learn about small towns is that we struggle to meet our quotas." He shrugged taunting as he watched her vibrate in her seat the longer that he kept her from wherever it was that she was dying to be. "Now that you're here, it seems we won't have a problem with that." He quipped with a wink, strolling back to his wagon to write her up.
Sydney's playful expression fell the second that he turned his gaze away from it. She'd always liked being challenged, but not when she was destined to lose. Bastard.
Hale lazily pulled up the newcomer's information, perking up as his glossy eyes landed on the red flag that appeared under her name. He clicked the nerve-tingling icon to see that she had been booked for two more traffic offenses the week prior, but he scowled when he read that they weren't automotive traffic offenses, but rather motorcycle traffic offenses. The crease in his forehead deepened as he began running through everything that he knew about the mysterious woman; moved from San Bernardino, working at Teller-Morrow, cozying up with SAMCRO, committing multiple heinous traffic offenses - some in the same day - and now riding a motorcycle? A blurry picture was starting to form, but it was a blurry picture that he knew he wouldn't be able to clarify with the constant interference of SAMCRO, and his corrupt superior. He bit his lip as he unflagged her file, burying the lead to ensure that he would be the only one who possessed that precious intel.
