"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...
The members of SAMCRO begin rebuilding all that the last two months has crumbled, but will the foundation be strong enough to withstand all that has yet to come?
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"Hey, we need to talk—" Jax panted as he ran up the side of the van where Sydney sat in the passenger seat with her window rolled down, and a cigarette in her hand, looking nervously over his shoulder as Laroy pulled up behind them in a black Escalade.
"Have anything to do with why you wanted to see me this morning?" Sydney didn't move her eyes from the side mirror where she watched Opie, Tig, and Bobby as they loaded AKs into crates, squinting as she brought the cigarette to her lips and took a long drag.
"Yeah." He grimaced.
"I'll send Laroy to you with the cash." She blew the smoke out of the side of her mouth. "You bring it to me while they're loading up."
"Okay." He nodded, slipping away before Tig could notice him.
"The hell's all this?" Bobby scowled as Tig pulled the final crate from the back of the van, revealing a pile of—
"Don't worry about it." Tig quickly slammed the door shut, glancing through the tinted rear window to be sure that Sydney hadn't heard.
"Well, well, well..." Laroy crooned as he waltzed up to the van. "If it ain't the Cali Queen, finally makin' an appearance."
"If I gave it all up right away, you wouldn't come back for more." Sydney forced a smile through the taunt that she could tell was anything but playful banter.
"I ain't usually a patient man..." He raised his brows. "Especially when I keep givin' chances that I ain't wanna be givin' in the first place, and you keep blowin' 'em..."
Sydney fought the urge to roll her eyes through his lecture, catching Teaj winking at her through the mirror. "About my patience..." Laroy warned with a raised voice as he watched her push herself up out of the window to give his henchman a flirty wave.
"Yeah, yeah." Sydney slumped back down into her seat. "We had a little problem..." She lifted the hem of her dress. "I'm here now," she nodded. "No need to get your panties in a bunch."
The gang leader's eyes widened when they caught sight of the injury with a severity that he never would've expected the petite girl to be weathering so well. Apparently the Niners weren't the only ones that SAMCRO had pissed off, and sent her to deal with...
