Simple Fire

New friends

"We jus' don' wan' anythin' t' 'appen t' ya. Dat's all." Chibs tried to explain.

"Gentlemen, I'll be fine. I promise." She calmly stated.

Jax shrugged and left the shop. Chibs gave her shoulder a squeeze before following the VP. Tig asked for her phone. With a raised eyebrow she asked why. "In case something happens you can get ahold of me." he told her. There was something in those eyes that made her want to trust him. That made her want to see him again. Rolling her eyes she handed it over to him. He programmed her phone with his number and put himself on speed dial number one.

"I'm on speed dial one so all you have to do is push it and it'll go straight to me." He handed her phone back to her, "Take care, Doll."

"Yeah thanks." She muttered figuring these bikers weren't going to leave her alone.

She finally closed up her shop and headed out to her truck. Before making her way home, she stopped at the diner she'd eaten at the night before. As she sat there, she began to wonder if the dream of living in this quaint little town had turned out to be a nightmare. Right before her dinner was brought to her, Tig, Chibs, and the one she knew to be called Happy walked in. Tig's eyes found hers immediately and he smiled.

She groaned as they walked over to her and sat down in her booth. The waitress rushed over to take their orders. Hearing her huff made Tig laugh. He knew she didn't much care for their meddling but she had no choice.

"Any more run ins with the local skinheads." Tig stated with an amused laugh.

"No." She tilted her head.

"What did he tell you when he was there?" Tig inquired as Chibs and Happy watched the pair from the other side of the booth.

She rolled her eyes, "Warned me to not tattoo "the coloreds" and that it would be bad for business if I did. Told him it would be bad for his health to threaten me."

"It was nice t' see 'im getting' 'is arse kicked too!" Chibs added in with a grin.

"I still can't believe you picked a fight with Weston! Got some balls, Doll." Tig laughed as he snatched a french fry off her plate.

She swatted at his hand making him laugh again.

"First of all, he came into my shop. Second of all, he attacked me first. It was self-defense." She explained, eyes settling on the quiet, bald biker, "Is there something you need or are you harassing me for a reason?"

"We jus' came in 'ere for dinner, lass." Chibs told her.

"And you had to sit with me why?" She asked.

"We just want to hang out with our new friend, that's all." Tig snagged another fry off her plate making her punch him in the arm.

He rubbed where she hit him making Happy smirk.

"Leave my food alone. Get your own." She informed him.

"So, where do you live?" Tig asked.

"Why so you can bother me there too?" She rolled her eyes making Chibs laugh this time.

"We just want to look after our friends, that's all." Tig retorted.

"I'd hardly call us friends. And I am more than capable of taking care of myself, thanks." She huffed.

The waitress returned to take the three biker's orders. 'So much for a peaceful meal before I head home!' she thought as she took a bite of her burger. After she left, Tig turned back to look at her again.

"So, where'd you move from?" Tig asked her.

"Why does it matter?"

"It's a simple question." Happy's gravelly voice made her look over to him to find him staring intently at her.

She rolled her eyes again, "Dallas."

"Why'd yeh move t' Charming?" Chibs asked.

"Wanted a fresh start somewhere else. A change of scenery." She shrugged before popping a fry into her mouth.

As the group were eating, Weston rolled into the diner with two of his lackeys in tow. She rolled her eyes with a huff making Chibs look at her funny. "Weston's here." Tig told the other two. The skinhead looked around the diner, eyes settling on her sitting with three of the Sons. He walked over making Tig tense up.

"You're making the wrong friends." Weston stated as his lackey's stood behind him.

"Go away, Weston." Tig said.

"I wasn't talking to you." Weston looked at him, "Remember what I said."

"Listen here you arrogant piece of shit. That's my shop and I'll tattoo whoever the fuck I want to. Come into my shop again and I'll take action. And it won't simply be calling the police." She growled at the man staring at her making Tig scoot around in his seat.

"I'm not afraid of you, woman." Weston replied.

"Oh? Ready for another ass kicking then?" She hissed, "You're interrupting my dinner so piss off."

"Sounds like someone needs to be taught a lesson." One of his lackey's stated making her laugh.

"Bring it on, boy. I ain't afraid of some pussy piece of shit like you." She crossed her arms over her chest, "Besides, I've already kicked your boss' ass once today."

"I'll be seeing you." Weston stated without looking at any of the bikers sitting at her table.

"Damn, lassie!" Chibs exclaimed.

"Ugh, I hate arrogant, ignorant assholes like him." She huffed.

"It's hot when you get all aggressive like that." Tig blurted out making her roll her eyes which made Chibs laugh.

"Only you, Tigger!" Chibs stated.

She pushed her plate away from her then grabbed her wallet out of her back pocket. Throwing money down for her dinner and a tip, she began pushing Tig out of the booth so she could leave. Tig watched her ass as she strutted out of the diner and out to a red Nissan truck. He wrote down the Texas license plate so Juice could do some intel on her. The SAA wanted to know everything about this woman.

A/N: Leave it to Tig to be turned on by the weirdest things, huh? LMAO!

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