"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...
Tempers flare and communication dwindles as everybody scrambles to deal with the fallout of a police raid that Sydney learns poses a much bigger threat than they'd thought...
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General trigger warnings for this story: Language, smut, mentions of rape, mentions of drug use/overdose, violence/death, racism/gang activity.
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Though it was still early in the day by the time that all of Sydney's release papers had been completed and her personal items had been returned, she was relieved to finally be free. She took a deep, cleansing breath of post-jail air after her first night behind bars, following Hale as he led her out of the station and down the steps to his Bronco, climbing into the police vehicle with her wrists free of cuffs this time.
"You still hungry?" He asked as she buckled her seatbelt.
"I knew you wanted to take me out." She looked up with a playful smirk.
The deputy chuckled, putting his keys into the ignition where the engine of his old wagon - his tried and true, sputtered to life, beginning the drive just a few short blocks away to The Charming Diner on Main Street.
"Damn... Who's dick do you gotta suck around here to get yourself one of these fancy little things?" Sydney slapped the side of the first generation Ford as she dangled her hand out the window of the open-topped vehicle. "No pussy ass squad car for you, Mr. Hale." She looked to him expectantly.
"I should ask you the same..." He chortled as he pondered the beauty of a car that the young woman drove like an absolute maniac, realizing that he wasn't the only one who seemed to find comfort in the familiarity of driving something old and broken in, rather than something new and flashy. "Looks like I could take some pointers." He raised his brows.
"It was my dad's car." She chuckled at the sound of the uptight man actually cracking a joke - and a decent one, at that. "No dick sucking involved." She raised a clarifying hand.
Hale laughed freely as he pulled into the tiny parking lot of the diner, exiting the vehicle where he strolled up the pathway to the shiny glass doors with his former prisoner in tow. "Good morning, David!" The jolly waitress greeted, the tops of her pudgy cheeks almost touching her eyelashes as she smiled at the handsome deputy. "Well... Ain't this a sight for sore eyes." She widened her grin, taking a step back to gaze upon the gorgeous couple that stood before her.
"I told you before, Dor. All you gotta do for a bigger tip is toss a little extra powdered sugar on my waffles, the flattery ain't necessary." Sydney winked.
"You two know each other?" Hale looked between the woman he had known his entire life, and the one that he was only just becoming acquainted with.
"Oh, darlin', I have gotten the pleasure of getting to know this sweet sugar pie over the past few weeks." Doreen squeezed Sydney's hands affectionately before leading them to a booth at the back of the restaurant. "I'll be back with coffee!" She called over her shoulder on her way to the kitchen. "Are you both havin' your usuals?" The pair nodded their confirmation - one of the nice things that Sydney was coming to learn about a small town.
