"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...
Sydney finds herself drowning in the run-off of the melting ice that she's been walking on, a whirlpool of successes and failures pushing and pulling her in different directions, meanwhile Tig enjoys a night of smooth sailing in the desert.
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"There's some white bitch here to see you." Tanisha's voice crackled through the speaker of Laroy's phone as she barked down the line.
"Goddamn..." He assumed that by the snip in her tone - and their current standing - that she had to have been talking about the Sons. "Aight." The gang leader snapped his burner shut, rolling his eyes and shaking his head as he motioned for his crew to follow him back to headquarters so that they could deal with the high-maintenance bikers.
Less than ten minutes later, the all-black crew bursted through the door of their own bar with guns in hand, the heavy metal swinging on the hinges from the force of the intimidating push as two men cleared the entrance, ensuring the safety of their leader before they dared to allow him in.
Sydney looked up from her drink where she sat in the corner booth, her brow raising almost as high as their standards for precaution, giving her a better understanding of their lack of patience for delayed orders if these were the types of security measures that they had to take.
"It's a friendly visit, actually." She blinked in a deadpan as the large men stood before her with their weapons brandished, and their brows furrowed.
Darnell's scowl only deepened as he looked around the empty bar, his confused gaze shifting to his brother when he saw that the source of the 'threat', was revealed to be one singular woman.
"I guess when she said 'bitch', she really meant bitch." Teaj laughed, lowering his weapon before stalking to the door where he gave Laroy the signal that the coast was clear. Clearly the surprise visitor was just another one of his heartbroken, one-night stands looking for abortion money.
"Who the hell are you?" Laroy greeted the unwelcome guest who was keeping him from tending to business, immediately regretting his choice of words when Darnell moved out of the way to reveal the prime piece of ass that was waiting for him.
"Hi, Mr. Wayne." Sydney greeted the shot-caller with a flirty grin as she twirled her straw around her finger.
"Can I kick her out now?" Tanisha impatiently groaned from across the room.
"Nah... Shawty can hang." Laroy recognized the raspy coo immediately, realizing that there had been a threat after all... "Where your little bitch boys at?" He nodded.
