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Congrats on 3k! Can I get a T - Threesome with Tig Trager (the dream, am I right???) and whoever else you are feeling 👀

Thank you so much!

You most certainly can!!

Gotta say as much as I love Tig, Chibs always has my heart-I’m so excited to see what you do with this!!

[flanaclan]

Chibs Telford x Reader-His Old Lady

My first story for my follower milestone!

Requested by my awesome friend @xbreezymeadowsx !

I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

Sons Of Anarchy Masterlist / Chibs Telford Masterlist

“Lass, I’m married,” Chibs said, completely uninterested in the girl that was trying to flirt with him.

Hayley knew that but she didn’t care. She knew that his old lady wasn’t here and hadn’t been here since she started hanging around the club. Hayley was half Y/ns age and knew that she could please him in a way his wife never could.

She’d had her eyes set on Chibs from the moment she saw him, despite all of the warnings not to from the other crow eaters.

“Well, I don’t see your wife here,” Hayley drawled, leaning in closer to Chibs' side.

“That’s because she’s visiting her family,” The Scotsman answered, lightly pushing the girl away from him.

Maybe a few years ago he would’ve been interested; but now, there was only one woman in his life and that was Y/n. He was completely and utterly in love with her, that’s why he married her. He couldn’t have survived the last year without her, and now, he just wanted to spend the rest of his life with her.

“Well, what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her,” Hayley purred, scooting closer to him again, her hand stroking his thigh, completely ignoring the very obvious sign that he just wasn’t interested.

“I’m nae interested, lass,” Chibs stated, his firm toner this time as he removed her hand from his thigh.

But his tone only made Hayley more determined to have her way with him.

~~~~~

Y/n couldn’t wait to be back home, in the arms of the man she’d missed so much. She hated being away from him, especially for as long as she had been. The timing just wasn’t right; he couldn’t leave the club, they needed stability. But Y/n hadn’t seen her family in years; so Chibs insisted on her going and spending time with them.

Y/n could hear the music blaring from Red Woody from a mile away; that meant one thing. A party; she took it as a good sign, a sign that the issues with Club were now resolved.

When she pulled into the drive she could see all the members of the club, drinking and partying in true Sons of Anarchy style.

As she got out of the car, her eyes instantly landed on Chibs, who was removing a Crow Eaters hand from his thigh, with an annoyed look in his eyes.

“I’ve given ye my answer, Lass,” Chibs repeated, his frustrations growing. He was trying to be nice. He didn’t want to humiliate the girl but this was getting ridiculous.

“C’mon, just one time, you won’t regret it, I know I could give you the time of your life,” Hayley continued, batting her eyelashes at the Scotsman.

“Oh really?” The sound of Y/n's familiar voice made Chibs relax almost instantly; as his eyes landed on his wife.

“Sorry, who are you?” Hayley asked in a harsh tone as she rose to her feet, challenging the girl who was interrupting her.

“I’m his old lady,Y/n Telford” Y/n began, holding her hand out for Hayley to shake. Reluctantly the younger girl mimicked her actions, shaking Y/ns hand.

The small smile that was on Y/n's face turned into a devilish smirk and Chibs knew what that meant. Within a few seconds, Haley's arm was forced behind her back and the side of her face was planted nicely and the beer stained table.

“I’m gonna say this to you once, because I’m nice, and you’re young, if you ever touch my man again, I will destroy this pretty face of yours, understand?” Although her tone was quiet, there was a harshness in it; a harshness that terrified Hayley.

“I said, do you understand?”

“Yes,” Hayley whined, the pain in her arm getting worse.

“Good,” Y/n said as she shoved the girl to the fall, before making her way over to the man she’d missed so much. She could see by the way his eyes had darkened that and the bulge that was forming in his pants that he was turned on.

“Now you, come with me,” Y/n whispered flirtatiously into Chibs’ ear, grabbing the front of his shirt and dragging him away to one of the dorms.

“Ye know ye’re hot when ye’re angry,” he chuckled lowly, before crashing his lips onto Y/ns.

“I’m always hot, baby,” Y/n breathed between the kisses on her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck, “Now fuck me so loud that bitch can hear,”

“Aye, I can do that,” he cooed, as he lifted Y/n off of her feet, carrying her over to the bed.

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Club Reaper

Part 2 Click HERE for Part 1 Sons of Anarchy AU Warnings:: swearing, illegal drinking, angst, police raid

The music changed. The jazz musicians left the stage and a swing band came on. The dancers came onto the stage with their red and blue outfits, fringed and sequined. They danced in time with the music, earning whistles and cheers from the men at the gambling tables and bar.

Harry looked over and saw the blonde woman step onstage. Lyla was beautiful in every way. He could see himself loving her if the stars ever properly aligned. Until then, they succumbed to quick, stolen moments in the back hallway. He watched as she danced with the other girls in her red flapper dress and feathers. There was a pounding on the door, bringing him back to his job on hand.

Jackson stared up at the girls, watching the only woman who ever turned him down. Anyone else would've jumped at the opportunity to be with him. He was tall and handsome and rich, but Tara knew the risks of getting involved with men in that business. She didn't want to risk her life just to be with the keen-looking man. But, still, he tried, giving her gifts and compliments, hoping it would work in his favor.

He stared up at the stage, watching the woman he wanted. Running his hand through his long blonde hair, he wished she would just say 'yes' to him. Grabbing his drink, he slammed it back, feeling the burning alcohol go down to his belly. After their dance was over, they left the stage for the jazz band to come back. Jackson set down his glass and applauded them with the rest of the audience.

Bobby and Filip watched over the floor, making sure there weren't any more hustlers at the poker tables. They didn't catch anyone stealing, but Filip kept an eye on an older gentleman sitting in the back corner of the room. He didn't have a drink or sit at any of the tables. He sat and smoked, looking around nervously.

Filip walked over to him and asked over the music, "Can I bum one o' those?" The man nodded, handing him a cigarette. "Thanks." Filip lit it and took a drag, tipping his head back and exhaling towards the ceiling. "Ya wanna get a drink?" he asked, nodding to the bar. "I'm buyin' a round."

"No, I don't want any," the old man said, his voice gruff and angry sounding. "Drinking hasn't been too kind to me." He looked up at Filip, watching his movements as he shifted his weight between feet.

"I know the feelin'," he chuckled, looking down at the older man. "How 'bout game o' cards?" he offered. "I can ge' ye some chips on the house to start." He watched the man's reaction, seeing how nervous he was.

He shook his head, "I'm okay right here with my smokes and the music," the man said. Glaring up at Filip, he sneered, "Hope that's not a problem for you."

Filip nodded, "Okay." He looked over at the booth the man was sitting on. His eyes stopped on the revolver by his hip on the seat. "Wha're ya plannin' on doin' with tha'?" he asked, nodding to the revolver. "Guns ain't allowed in here." He moved his suit jacket aside to get to his trouser's pocket as he smoked his cigarette.

The man saw the handle of Filip's gun tucked carefully into his waistband. "What's that then?" he asked, nodding to it. "That ain't a gun?" he scoffed. Filip's plan backfired and he just took a drag of his cigarette.

"Special circumstances," he chuckled as he exhaled. "Where's yer buzzah?" he asked. Filip's accent got in the way most of the time he spoke. It was easy for the people who knew him to understand him, but strangers struggled.

"My what?" the man asked, looking up at him, unable to interpret what he was saying.

Filip smiled, enunciating his words. "Buzzer. Yer badge. I know yer a policeman. I can tell. The way ye sit, no' drinkin', no' gamblin', armed and ready to go to the OK Corral." He leaned close to the man and asked, "What're ye doin' here?"

"I'm not a policeman now," he sighed, glancing up at Filip. "Just hanging out." He stuck his hand out. "Name's Wayne Unser if that makes you feel any better."

Filip looked down at his hand and chuckled, "It don't." He took another drag of the cigarette, studying the balding man, trying to see if something was coming their way. "Enjoy the music," he sighed, walking away.

He walked over to Harry at the door. Grabbing his shoulder, Harry stumbled back a little. "What're you doing?" he chuckled, turning to Filip. Reaching over, he closed the window as he spoke to Harry. "What's going on?" he asked.

"Keep an eye on that guy over there for me," he ordered, nodding over to Unser. Glancing back, he saw Unser didn't move at all. He still sat, smoking his cigarette. "How did he even ge' in?" he wondered, mumbling to himself.

"Why? Who is he?" Harry asked, looking at the older man. Filip didn't respond and kept staring at Unser. "Filip? Who is he?" he asked again, growing worried. Harry looked back at the man too, trying to figure it out for himself.

Filip turned back to Harry. He whispered, "The fuzz." He crushed his cigarette out in the ashtray behind Harry. They both ignored the knocking on the door. "Gotta go tell Clarence," he declared with a shrug, not wanting to get the boss involved.

"You cannot tell him!" Harry snapped, grabbing his arm. He hushed his voice and said, "We let the police in here. Clarence will fucking kill us." Looking down at Filip, he scanned his eyes, hoping he would understand the problem with telling their boss.

He sneered, "What're we supposed to do then? Let him stay? Kick 'im out? Nah, I'm no' gonna get pinched on ma way home. I kinda like ma life." He scratched his forehead and exhaled. "I dunno wha' else to do," he confessed.

"Does Bobby know?" Harry asked. Filip shook his head and looked back at the police officer. He was still sitting in the same spot, looking down at the table in front of him. Harry sighed, "Go tell him. He'll know what's best."

"Best for what?" Alexander asked from behind Filip. They both jumped at the sound of his voice. Filip's eyes went wide and he stared at Harry. "What is it?" he asked, knowing something was up.

Filip turned around and chuckled, "Talkin' about baseball." He knew Alexander hated baseball and was hoping that was enough to keep him from questioning them any further. His hopes were wrong. Alexander knew he was lying and Filip knew he was caught based on his eyes.

Alexander nodded, not believing him. "What're you really talking about? Baseball doesn't get that heated," he said, crossing his arms.

Filip shrugged, "Well, it did." He sighed, "Talkin' about Ruth and the season he's havin' and--" He couldn't finish his lie.

"You better fucking tell me," Alexander threatened, taking a step over. "If you wanna keep your kneecaps, you'll tell me." He smirked a little bit, his blue eyes looking angrier than ever. Filip swallowed hard staring over at him.

Harry sighed, "We got a policeman in here." The Scotsman looked over at him, not believing how fast he folded under questioning. "I wanna keep my knees," he shrugged to Filip.

Alexander reached over, smacking Filip upside the head. "Next time I ask you to tell me something, you better fucking do it. Do you understand?" Filip nodded, not reacting to the blow, aside from running his tongue on the inside of his cheek. "Which one?" he asked. Filip pointed to Unser in the back corner. "He can learn," he smiled as Filip looked back at the floor anticipating another blow.

Instead, their enforcer walked away, over to the officer. As soon as Alexander was past them, Filip hit Harry the same way. "Thanks for tha'," he scoffed sarcastically. Rubbing the side of his head, he grabbed a fresh cigarette and lit it.

The song ended and the dancers came back out. Jackson spun on his stool, looking up at the stage at the woman he longed for. Juice bounced over to the bar, cigarette in hand. Standing next to Jackson, he chuckled, "Look at that babe up there." Jackson looked over at Juice, scowling. "What?"

"She has a name," he scoffed, looking back up at her. No one knew about his true feelings for her. They all knew he wanted to get with her but they didn't know he was practically in love with her. "Her name's Tara," he sighed, watching her.

"Condolences," Juice chuckled, putting his hands up in mock surrender. After a minute of awkward silence, he asked, "Can I go to one of the tables, or do you need me to do something?" He hoped Jackson would let him go gamble away his pay for the night.

Jackson nodded, "Yeah, I need you to go with Herman and do rounds. Make sure there's no raids heading our way." Juice huffed, about to protest, but Jackson snapped, "Bobby was gonna do it, but you opened your mouth."

Juice crushed out his cigarette and groaned, "Do I have to go with Herman? He hates me." Jackson nodded, still looking up at the stage. "Come on, Jackson. Let me go with Bobby."

"Go," he ordered, not looking at him. "Or, I'll have you go with Alexander." The threat was enough to scare Juice away.

"Okay, I'm going," he sighed.

Alexander stood next to Unser, looking down at him. His knuckles were bruised and sore from the beginning of his evening. Unser looked over and saw as Alexander stood with his hands on his hips.

"I heard a little rumor that you're a lawman," he stated. "That true?" He already saw the revolver on the seat next to Unser. "No guns allowed in here, pal."

"I'm not interested in your rules if you're not interested in the law's," Unser sneered.

"Huh," he chuckled. "I'm gonna have to ask you to leave...Officer."

He asked, "For what reason is that? I'm minding my business, listening to the music, and smoking. I'm causing no trouble. And it's Sergeant."

Alexander grabbed the edges of the table and leaned close to him. "You're causing me trouble by being here. Smoking or not. Gun or not. You have one chance to leave on your own free will before I drag you out."

"I'll go," he exhaled. "Wouldn't want to...cause you trouble." He stood up, pushing Alexander out of the way. Walking over to the door with Alexander behind him, he felt nervous about the proximity.

There was a heavy banging on the door and Harry slid open the window. Sliding it closed fast, he turned to Filip. "We have a problem," he said, wide-eyed.

"Wha'?" he asked, listening to the banging. "Ge' the door." Harry shook his head, beginning to panic. "Who's at the door, Harry?" he asked, seeing how scared he was.

"Police," he whispered. Harry shook his head, looking around the club for a way out. He wanted to get Lyla and get the hell out of dodge. That was his only worry: getting his girl and getting out.

"Shit, shit, shit," he groaned, rubbing his face. Harry looked down at him, watching him begin to panic. "This can' be fuckin' happenin' righ' now." He saw Alexander walking towards them with Unser in front. "We have a problem," he said off the bat, wanting to avoid getting hit again.

"What's that?" Alexander asked, stepping around Unser. "Don't move," he said, pointing at him.

"Police are at the door," Harry said. "We're gonna get pinched, man." Shaking his head, he took a long inhale of his cigarette. "We're going to get pinched."

"No, we're not," he stated. "Filip, go tell Clarence, Piney, and Jackson to clear out the back. Get as much booze as you can out, Harry. Get the boys to help you." He nodded, "We've planned for this. We have a plan for this reason. Get moving."

"Go' it," Filip nodded, starting to walk away.

"Let me handle it," Unser offered, stepping forward.

Harry growled, "You've done enough. They wouldn't be at the door if you weren't here."

"Mind your tongue. I'm their Goddamn sergeant," he scoffed, pointing to his own chest. "I can get rid of them."

"Great, we let the chief of police into our club," Filip groaned.

Alexander nodded, thinking it over. "You two still get to work. Let's give the chief a chance to shine." They all nodded in agreement. "Get moving."

"Yeah, boss," Harry sighed. His long strides were the equivalent of Filip running. He was sprinting back to Clarence's office.

Sliding the window open, Alexander asked, "What's the password?"

"Open the door," the young officer ordered. Alexander laughed and closed the window. He was stalling as much as he could. The officer hit the door even harder. "I said 'open the door'!"

"That's not the password," he yelled through the door. "That was last night's." The banging on the door kept going, getting louder and louder. The music stopped and everyone turned to the door. They didn't know what was happening.

"Open the door," Unser sighed. "They're not coming in here." Alexander opened the door and stood there, blocking the officer. "Hale, there's nothing to see here," Unser ordered.

"Why are you here?" he asked. David Hale was a beat cop trying to make a name for himself. He wanted to do the right thing and get rid of everything bad.

"Don't matter," he stated. "There's nothing to see here."

"Sergeant, you don't under-"

"No, you don't understand," he scoffed. "I am telling you, there's nothing happening here. It's time to go."

Hale shook his head, "Half the precinct is here."

"I don't care," Unser chuckled. "I'm giving you an order." Hale nodded and clenched his jaw. "Now, go home." He nodded slowly again and walked away. Alexander closed the door and the window. "There you go," he chuckled.

"You should come here more often," Alexander laughed. "Maybe we got a job here for you."

"Are we okay?" Filip yelled across the silent room.

"Yeah!" he yelled back. Clarence stood outside his office door, looking out at Alexander and Unser. "We're good!" He pointed to the musicians on stage and yelled, "Play the fucking music!" They started playing on cue. He grabbed Unser's arm and pulled him along. "You're staying with me, Chief."

"Who's this?" Piermont asked, nodding to Unser.

"Sergeant Unser," Clarence smiled, shaking his hand. He held his cigar in between his teeth. "Glad you made it tonight." Everyone looked to Clarence, confused about what was happening. "Filip, Harry, get back to the door. Let's go in my office," he smiled.

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Chibs Telford x Reader-Marry Me?

Sons Of Anarchy Masterlist / Chibs Telford Masterlist

For my amazing friend @beeroses , I'm sorry this has taken me so long, love!

I hope you all enjoy this! 💛

Y/n's eyes narrowed in confusion as Chibs drove past the turning to Gemma’s road.

“Filip, where are we going?”

“On an adventure,” the Scotsman stated with a small smirk on his face, his eyes staying focused on the road in front of him.

“We don’t have time for an adventure, I’ve got to go and get Y/d/n from Gemma’s-“ Y/n protested but she soon fell silent when Chibs suddenly yet delicately placed a hand on her thigh, halting her thoughts almost instantly.

“Love, I promise we willnae be back too late,” he assured, squeezing her thigh reassuringly, but the silence that greeted him told him that she was still unsure.

“Come on, when have my calculations ever been wrong?”

A soft chuckle fell from the y/h/c woman’s lips, as she thought back to the last time his calculations for something like this were actually wrong, “Well….”

“Shut up” Chib’s muttered, jokingly, while shaking his head “That was one time”

Y/n knew this was an argument she wasn’t going to win and she couldn’t deny he’d peaked her curiosity with this adventure; especially because this was the first time in months they'd properly had alone together.

“I’ll ring Gemma.”

“I’ve already called her,” Chibs said, a triumphant tone in his voice as he continued driving along the road out of Charming.

~~~~~

About half an hour later, Chibs pulled into a car park that was just outside a familiar forest, a forest that had a special meaning for them as it’s where they had one of their first dates.

“So what’s this all about?” Y/n asked, after they’d been walking through the forest for a few minutes.

“I’m not complaining, far from it, but this is…random,”

Her words made Chibs stop in his tracks almost suddenly, though his hand didn’t leave hers. Those words weren’t meant to hurt him, but when Y/n turned around, she saw the pain growing in his eyes.

“I just…I wanted to apologise...I know I haven’t been around much recently,” the solemn tone in his voice was almost enough to break Y/n's heart.

“Filip it’s okay-“ she soothed, squeezing his hand lightly, despite her words the sadness in Chibs eyes lingered.

“It’s not, it’s far from okay, love,” he continued, shaking his head.

To him, Y/n was the most perfect person in the world, he knew he didn’t deserve her. But he knew she loved him and he loved her, more than anything.

That’s why he’d planned for today to be the start of a new chapter, for all of them.

“Ye and Y/d/n mean the world tae me,” he whispered as he pulled her closer into his embrace, so their lips were barely inches apart. “Ye have always stood by me, even when most people woulda run a mile.”

“Well that’s what you do when you love someone,” she cooed against his lips.

“I don’t jus’ love ye, I admire ye so much,”

“And that’s…that’s why I wanna do this,”

And with that he slowly pulled away from Y/n and knelt down on the ground, pulling a box out of leather jacket pocket.

A small gasp escaped Y/n's lips, her mind processing what was happening right in front of her.

“Y/f/n Y/m/n Y/l/n, will ye marry me?”

A beaming smile graced Y/n's face as she knelt down in front of Chibs, her hands wrapped around the back of his neck pulling him into a long kiss before giving her answer.

“Of course I will”

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[flanaclan]

Club Reaper

Part 1 Sons of Anarchy AU Warnings:: swearing, illegal drinking, implied smut

He took his cigarette from between his lips and flicked it out the window. Sitting in the driver's seat, staring down the open road, watching. The glass bottles rattled in their crates in the back of the truck. He was hoping there wasn't a policeman or a stop coming up. His first run was going smoothly. But the nerves still rattled him, making him grip the wheel tighter.

The man beside him looked at the white knuckles that grasped the wheel. "Calm down," he grumbled to the younger man. "We're almost home. Four more miles until we can drink one of these and listen to some music. I think Clarence got that good singer tonight."

"I don't like music," he confessed, shakily. The younger man turned to look at him. He just took a puff of his cigarette. Turning back to the road, he asked the older man, "Bobby, what's that ahead?"

Bobby looked straight out the windshield, seeing a truck similar to theirs pulled over. A police officer dug through the back of the wrong truck, looking for what they were the ones smuggling. "Just go slow, Kip. Don't give him a reason to stop us." The young man nodded, gripping the wheel even tighter, and slowed down.

Bobby reached down beneath his seat. He wrapped his fingers around his revolver, ready for anything. They drove slowly by the stop, looking to see what was found in the truck. "That one of ours?" Kip asked, not really looking at it. He kept driving, waiting for Bobby's answer.

He looked to see the familiar face of Filip or Harry. There were two different smuggling trucks out that night, one as a decoy and the other with the product. Bobby didn't recognize the man sitting in the driver's seat. He smiled, letting go of the gun. "No, it's not one of ours. Just a normal stop."

The older man threw his old cigarette out and lit a new one, laughing. Kip turned towards him and asked, "What's so funny?" Glancing back at the road, his head swiveled back and forth between the road and Bobby.

"He stopped the wrong trunk," Bobby chortled, as he took a drag. Kip chuckled quietly, still worried about the police.

Herman held the man back, keeping him from getting away, while Alexander punched him in the stomach over and over again. His black, curly hair flew around as he struck the man who stole from them.

Juice pushed the door open, shivering at the cold air from the freezer hitting him. Rubbing his arm, he tried to warm himself up. "Alexander?" he called. He yelled over Alexander's grunts as he hit the man. "Alexander!"

"What?" he snapped, looking open at the young man. Dropping his hands to his sides, his chest heaved, catching his breath. Herman kept holding the man up, keeping him from collapsing on the floor.

They both looked up at the young man, waiting to hear why they were interrupted. Juice sighed, "Clarence wants you."

Alexander nodded, wiping the blood off his knuckles. "Let me finish up," he said, turning back. He was the enforcer, the one everyone feared as soon as they walked into the speakeasy. Out of everyone in the crew, he was the man with the most blood on his hands and the most kills.

"I can finish here," Herman said, dropping the man to the floor. Alexander turned to the blonde man that he hated. He had spent the last five years trying to take Alexander's place. "Just trying to help," he defended, holding his hands up.

Alexander nodded, picking up his pin-striped suit jacket. "Make sure he doesn't do this shit again," he ordered, pointing down at the already beaten man. Herman nodded, looking down at the bloodied man on the floor. Alexander walked to the door where Juice was waiting. He got too cold and had to wait in the hallway. Pulling the door closed so they wouldn't see Herman beating the man, he looked at Juice and asked, "Bobby back yet?"

"No," Juice sighed. "Clarence is getting worried. We need those bottles." Juice walked with a little bounce in his step, while Alexander stomped. He was worried about Clarence's worrying. If his boss worried, that meant he wasn't doing his job. "It's starting to fill up in there," Juice added.

Alexander laughed, "We'll have to give them your stash of grape juice." Juice turned, looking at him annoyed. He was the only one who enjoyed the grape juice made wine. Everyone gave him a hard time about it, even named him after it.

He shook his head, "That stash is mine," he grumbled.  "Besides, it's not done fermenting either. Needs another week," he explained, running his hand over his short black hair.

Laughing harder, he said, "I don't know how you drink that shit. Tastes worse than motor oil. I'd rather drink motor oil and die than drink that shit."

"Works in a pinch," Juice defended, lighting a cigarette. "It doesn't even taste that bad. You don't give it enough of a chance." He smiled brightly up at his boss.

He wasn't amused with the young man and his antics. "Stay with Herman," Alexander ordered. "He may need a hand depending on how carried away he gets." Juice looked up at him, confused. "Whack him..." he started, waving his hand in a circle, trying to get the gist across.

Juice asked, "You mean like kill him?" Alexander stopped walking to scowl at him. He didn't say anything to Juice, just stared at him with threatening eyes. He just nodded and walked back to the freezer where Herman was, leaving his boss alone. "That boy's a boob," he chuckled to himself, leaving the kitchen.

"Wha's the password?" he asked through the small door in the wall. He hated working the door. Never anything fun happening there. All he wanted was to start a fight somewhere or work in the freezer with Alexander and Herman. Hell, he'd even rather risk his neck in the truck, smuggling the bottles in.

"I was just here last night!" the man defended. Leaning close to the door, he asked, "You don't remember me?"

He blew his smoke through the small window, making him take a step back. The Scotsman scoffed, "I don' care! Wha's the password?" He took a drag from his cigarette, waiting impatiently. "Do ye need to take a lap around the block to remember?" he sneered, taking another drag.

The man thought back to what he was told to say. He remembered running into Johnny on the street. He told him the new password. "Coffin polish!" he answered confidently, grinning from ear to ear.

"Good lad," he chuckled, pulling the door open. "Welcome to Club Reaper." The man walked in, already dancing to the jazz playing on stage. He saw Harry walking over to the door from the back. "Where the fuck have ye been?" he yelled, throwing his hands up. "Need a doorman! I've go' shite to do!"

Harry chuckled, "Sorry, I was busy." The Scotsman looked behind Harry and saw the blonde dancer adjusting her flapper dress. He lifted an eyebrow higher, looking at Harry. Rolling his eyes, he chuckled, "Close your head, Filip." Filip laughed, his cheeked scars lifting, crinkling his eyes.

"I'm no' sayin' anythin'," he chuckled, taking another drag of his cigarette. Bobby walked in and winked over at Filip before walking to the back again. "Well, jus' man the door," he whispered in his ear as he passed Harry. He followed Bobby down to the back where the truck was parked. "Wha' the hell took you two so long?"

"Had to reroute," Kip explained, lifting the heavy crates out of the truck while Filip and Bobby watched. "Can you take this in?" he asked, thrusting the crate forward, hoping one of them would grab it.

"Not my job, kid," Bobby sighed, lighting a fresh cigarette to smoke. Kip turned to Filip, hoping he would take it.

Lifting his cigarette up, he answered, "I'm a wee bit busy," as he took a drag of his cigarette. "Clarence was ready to send Alexander after you two," he said to Bobby, turning his back on the young man.

Bobby asked, chuckling, "Why didn't he? Where were you and Harry?"

"Here." Filip shrugged, "Jackie told him no' to." They heard someone stumble behind them and they turned to see Herman, wiping his stained hands on a rag. His suit had blood splattered over it and he was soaked with sweat. "Where've ye been?" the Scotsman asked.

"Freezer," he answered, reaching out for Filip's cigarette. "That bastard stole from one of the tables." They looked over at the man how Juice and George were helping out. His face was covered in blood and his arm looked broken. He was trying not to wail out from the pain, just trying to wait until he was around the corner. Herman assured them, "Won't happen again."

Alexander walked out to get Bobby. He glanced over at the hunched man hobbling out with support from the other men. Satisfied with the work Herman did, he finished his path over to Bobby. "Clarence needs you," he stated. "You too, Filip." They both groaned, dropping their heads down. Neither of them wanted to deal with Clarence's wrath, even though they knew they did nothing wrong.

"Make sure they take care of this shit," Bobby told Herman. He nodded to Bobby, then turned back to Kip who was struggling with the crate. Instead of helping him, he just watched him, turning his head as Kip passed.

Kip was one of the best soldiers in the crew. He worked hard, wanted to make a name for himself. Filip was the one who roped him in. He knew Kip for a while and finally trusted him enough to bring him to Clarence.

George, the newest soldier in the organization, leaned close to Juice as they walked back to the truck to help Kip. "Who's the boss?" he asked in a hushed whisper. He was Jackson's recruit. Jackson didn't have time to teach him everything about the organization. So, he had to ask questions, which was not a welcomed thing.

"Clarence," Juice answered, grabbing a crate, not minding his questioning. "Then, Jackson and Alexander. Then, Filip, Herman, Bobby, Harry. Then, us, and Kip," he grunted, lifting the wooden box.

George walked in beside him, thinking about the breakdown of power. Juice set the crate down on the floor and started unloading it. "How's it all work?" he asked, carefully placing the bottles under the bar.

Herman walked in and saw the two of them talking. He overheard and answered with a question of his own. "Why're you asking questions?" They both jumped, looking up at their boss. "That's what will get you killed," he added, crossing his arms. They took note of the blood on his clothing and knew that they were in hot water.

George stood up and turned to face Herman. He defended, "I just don't know how it all works with the different positions and shit." Swallowing hard, he shrugged, "I didn't mean to cause trouble. I was only trying to learn."

Stepping closer to him, Herman said in a low whisper, "You just worry about making sure those bottles don't break. We'll tell you what you need to know." George nodded and began unloading the rest of the box as fast as he could.

Once Herman walked away, Juice began helping him. He shook his head and chuckled, "Don't do shit like that. I'll tell you about it later." Picking up the empty crate, he went for the door. "Besides," he chuckled, "You'll learn as you go not to piss off the big men in charge."

Bobby and Filip walked into the office where their boss was. Clarence was an older man, grey almost white hair and always seen with a cigar either in his hand or between his teeth. He never left the office. He didn't need to. Jackson handled operations, while Alexander handled the floor. Piermont, even though he was rather low in the ranks, acted as a consigliere because of how long he had been a part of the organization. The two of them sat in the office, conspiring their next moves when the two captains walked in.

Clarence sat at his desk, smoking his cigar as they stepped through the door. He and Piermont looked up at the captains as they strode in. "Ye wanted to see us, boss?" Filip asked after taking a drag and lowering his hand to the side.

"Happy's in town," Piermont grunted, tapping the surface he was sitting behind. He was a giant. He made a cigar look like a cigarette in his mitt of a hand. His tall stature made him intimidating, but his deep voice kept people away.

Filip shrugged, "Why?" He wasn't too concerned about Happy being there. They were friends, at least to each other's faces.

Clarence sat forward, leaning on his desk. "There are more people stealing from us than there are buying from us. We're losing money. Piney and I figure that with Happy here, no one will fuck us over."

"How's Alexander feel about that?" Bobby asked. "Happy's by trying to be Bruno for a while now and having him do that is gonna make Alexander defensive." Even if he weren't Clarence's advisor, Bobby was always a voice of reason for the most part. But, that night, he was not.

"It doesn't matter what he thinks," Clarence snapped. "This is what we're doing. We're not a democracy." He pointed up at the two of them and asked, "Understand?"

Filip nodded, "Why're ye tellin' us? Why isn't Jackie tellin' us that?" He took another drag as he looked between the two elders, waiting for an answer.

Piney sighed, scratching his forehead. "He doesn't know about it. He's been on the floor all night. That one dancer...the brunette, I forget her name. Trying to get with her all night."

"Poor boy," Bobby laughed, looking over at Filip who was laughing himself. "He'll never get with Tara. No one can."

Clarence scoffed, "Enough chattering. Make sure Happy gets in and moves through the place without any problems. Tell whoever's on the door to let him in and whoever's working the bar that he gets free booze."

"You got it, boss," Bobby said, turning for the door. As they walked down to the floor, they saw Jackson sitting at the bar, drinking from one of the new bottles Bobby and Kip brought in. "Should we tell him?" he asked Filip, leaning close to speak over the music.

Filip shrugged, shoving his hand in his pocket, looking over the crowd of people. "I dunno. Don't matter, does it?" he chuckled. He lifted his head up higher and smiled, "Smells like money in 'ere, don't it?"

Bobby laughed, "That it does."

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Jax Teller x Reader-Just An Act?

My latest story for my Christmas Writing Celebration, requested by the lovely @rebelwrites

I hope you all enjoy this!💛

Jax Teller Masterlist / Sons Of Anarchy Masterlist / Christmas Writing Celebration Masterlist

“Parents name?” Y/n quizzed.

“Dottie and Mark, right?” Jax answered, trying to remember all the information Y/n had told him about her parents and her upbringing. As well as coming up with a good story with all the details of how they met, when they met, what their first date was like; all the things that would help make their story believable.

She was beyond nervous though, if her parents found out that this wasn’t real, that it was all just a trick, she’d never hear the end of it; they’d end up badgering her about having a boyfriend more than they already do.

“Y/n/n, it’s gonna be fine,” Jax reassured her,, momentarily glancing over at her before focusing his eyes back on the road.

“I know,” Y/n replied; it was a lie of course.

“Do you?” He asked softly, looking down at her fidgeting hands.

“You always do that when you’re nervous,” he pointed out; causing Y/n to stop the nervous action she hadn’t even realised she was doing.

“It’s just…what if this doesn’t work?” Y/n mumbled, looking out the window, recognising the familiar scenery of her hometown.

“In all the years we’ve been friends, have I ever let you down?” He asked.

“This is different Jax-”' Y/n began, her eyebrows furrowing as Jax pulled the car over.

“Look at me,” Jax said, as he softly grabbed Y/n’s hand, reluctantly she looked over at him, her y/e/c meeting his blue orbs, “Have I ever let you down?”

“No…” She whispered, as a small smile appeared on her lips.

“Exactly; it’s all gonna be fine, dalrin’, trust me,” Jax said with a similar smile on his face, as he let go off Y/ns hand and continued driving.

He was right of course; he’d always been there for her and in their four years of friendship he’d never let her down. And it wasn’t that she didn’t trust him, she trusted him more than anyone else she knew. It was herself she didn’t trust. This was all a ruse; an act so that her parents would stop berating her about not having a boyfriend; but she wished it wasn’t. She wished that it was real, but of course Jax had no idea. Why would he? They were just friends after all, that’s all they’d ever been. Despite the fact that the slightest touch of his hand could make all the butterflies in her stomach flutter in a frenzy. That’s what scared her, she was terrified that she;’d end up falling for the Prince of Charming more than she already had; most of all she was scared she’d ruin the friendship she had with Jax. That’s the last thing she wanted.

It was Jax’s idea; all of this. He knew better than anyone what Y/n's parents were like, how they were constantly telling her that she needed to get a boyfriend, it’s why she normally avoided most family gatherings. However, Christmas was the one time Y/n had to go home, no excuses and no exceptions; so as the days to Christmas got closer, Y/n's panic grew. That’s when Jax said about this plan of him pretending to be Y/n's boyfriend. At first Y/n wasn’t sure of the idea, but her mind quickly changed when her mother called her. Y/n had barely even said hello, before her mum was asking if she was bringing a guy home for them to meet. The words “Actually I do,” just seemed to flow from Y/n's mouth, faster than she could stop them; and just like that the plan was in motion.

~~~~~~~

‘Shit’ Y/n thought to herself as she looked at the single bed in the room; of course there was only going to be one bed, why would they need another. This was something Y/n hadn’t thought this through, putting on a facade in front her parents pretending to be hopelessly in love with each other was one thing, but sharing a bed, that was something entirely different. How was she going to stop herself from falling for him more than she already had, if she was sharing a bed with him.

“Well this is cosy,” Jax stated with a smirk on his face as he put his bags down next to the bed. Though his smirk faltered and turned into a soft smile when he noticed the slightly uncomfortable look on Y/n's face, “I don’t have to sleep in there with you, if you don’t want me to.”

“If my parents saw you on the floor, they’d have questions…the entire plan would fall apart,” Y/n said, placing her bag down next to her old dressing table.

He knew she was right.

“Well, that can be your half of the bed and this can be mine,” he assured her, sitting down on the bed.

“Thanks,” Y/n whispered as she looked around her old room. It didn’t seem to have changed that much at all, except it neater than it normally was when she lived there.

“This is cute,” Jax chuckled as he picked up one of her old teddy bears that was on the bed, one that she had when she was a child.

A proud smile grew on her face as she remembered the day she got that teddy bear, “I was six, I won it at the arcade. My dad had been tried countless times to win me one and no matter how close he’d get he could never win it, so I asked if I could try…I won him on my first try,”

“Well if I ever go to an arcade, remind me to take you with me,” Jax mockingly joked.

“I was six it was a very proud moment for me,” Y/n defended with a chuckle, which only made Jax laugh.

His eyes wandered around the room; it looked so plain compared to her house in Charming, here the only colours in her room were white and beige unlike her room in Charming which was bursting with colour.

~~~~~~~

The day quickly turned to night, it was filled with christmas food, hot chocolates and questions. Of course, Y/n's parents wanted to know every little bit about their relationship, which (due to their well rehearsed story) they could answer easily.

The night continued on and the annual Christmas movies marathon began. Jax's and Y/n were snuggled up on the sofa, his arm was draped around her shoulder, his fingers soothingly rubbing her upper arm, almost lulling her to sleep.

By the end of the first movie, Jax noticed her breathing was slower, calmer, when he looked down at her he saw that she was fast asleep. He could stop the beaming smile from growing on his face. She was adorable like this, her head snuggled into his chest, her hand wrapped around his waist. Without even really thinking he placed a kiss on top of her hair. A sweet smile appeared on Dotties face as she placed a blanket around her daughter before both her and Mark headed up to bed. Leaving Jax alone with a sleeping Y/n. It felt so natural to Jax, having her in his arms, he never wanted to let her go. He just wished that he could tell Y/n how he truly felt. When he offered to be her pretend boyfriend,he wasn’t just doing it to be a good friend, he was doing it because he was in love with Y/n.

Jax didn’t have the heart to wake her up, she looked so peaceful. So he rose from the sofa,

carefully picked her up and carried her off to bed. He placed her on the bed, pressing another soft kiss on her head before whispering the words he longed to say to Y/n, “I love you.”

And he went to sleep with a slight ache in his heart as he dreamed about a future with Y/n he would never have because they were just friends.

~~~~~~

The following day seemed to fly by and before either of them knew it, they were driving back to Charming.

This car journey was different to the journey there. On the way there, they were talking and laughing even despite the worry Y/n was feeling but now, there was only silence in the car.

Y/n didn’t want this facade to end, she’d gotten so used to pretending to be in a relationship with Jax that the thought of going back to just being friends was enough to break her heart.

Little did she know Jax felt exactly the same way…

“That went well; seemed like they really believed we were dating,” Jax started, breaking the silence, attempting to start a conversation with Y/n.

“Yeah..,” Y/n muttered back bluntly, watching the world go by through the window.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, raising his eyebrows in concern and confusion, he thought Y/n would be happy about how well everything went over the past few days. At first Y/n was just going to brush off his question, answering it as bluntly as possible; but much to her surprise she didn’t.

“Stop the car,” was what she said instead; and although this only added to Jax’s confusion he did what she asked and pulled the car over. As soon as the car stopped Y/n exited the car, a sigh leaving her lips as she leaned against the car.

“Y/n/n?” Jax began, leaving the car and making his way round to her, worry growing in his eyes.

“I know this was just meant to be an act, but I can’t just go back to being friends,” Y/n admitted, Jax didn’t get a chance to say anything else before Y/n's lips crashed onto his. Jax kissed her back almost instantly, forgetting all of his fears and worries, all he focused on in that moment was Y/n and her lips on his. Without any hesitation, Jax cupped her cheeks, pulling her closer, as Y/n wrapped her arms around his neck; their lips moulded together like they made for each other.

“It was never an act for me, darlin’, I want what we had there, I want to be with you,” Jax whispered, pulling away from Y/n lips, looking at her eyes as his thumbs rubbed small circles onto her cheeks.

“I love you,” she breathed in between the small kisses Jax was leaving on her lips.

“I love you, too,” he confessed, feeling relief wash over him. There was so much he wanted to say to her, but he couldn’t form the words, so he just kissed her again; it was the type of kiss that just took your breath away. Y/n had imagined kissing Jax many times throughout their friendship but it was nothing like this, it was purely magical.

And that year, just like that both of their Christmas wishes came true.

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Arrested

Pairing:: Chibs Telford x Reader Warnings:: little angst, implied smut

This is for @band--psycho 's 2K Writing Challenge! My prompt was 'arrested' for this challenge. Hope you guys like it! Congrats again!

Gif not mine, credit to the owner

"When do I get my phone call?" you asked, picking at the chipped nail polish on your nails.

"In a minute," Hale groaned, flipping through paperwork on his desk.

"You said that five minutes ago, Deputy," you informed in a sing-song voice. "I'm allowed to get bail."

This wasn't the first time you had been arrested, but it was the first time in a long time. It was the first time that you got arrested since you started dating Chibs. He knew about your past run-ins with Charming PD but didn't think you would have any more.

The last time it happened, you called your brother and he came down to get you. But, after that, Opie said he couldn't afford to bail you out anymore. So you were on your best behavior. Until you reached that open stretch of highway in your car.

"What's she still doing here?" Unser asked, walking by you.

"Still waiting for my phone call, Chief," you hummed, looking up at him. "Unless you want to call him."

"Give her the phone," he grumbled to Hale.

"Thank you, Chief," you smiled up at him. He grumbled in response as he walked into his office. "So...can I have the phone now, Deputy...please?"

"Yeah, here," he scoffed, spinning the phone around to face you.

"Thank you," you giggled. Picking up the phone, you crossed your legs and leaned back in the chair. "Want me to tell him you say 'hi'?" He rolled his eyes at you, still digging through the papers.

Dialing his number, your cockiness slowly faded away. You didn't know how he was going to react. Spinning the phone cord around your finger, you waited for him to answer.

"Hello?" he answered. You smiled at the sound of his voice.

"Hi, baby," you sighed.

"Where are ye callin' from?" Chibs asked. "This isn't yer number."

"Okay, don't be mad..."

"Geezus, wha'd ye do, Y/N?" he scoffed.

"Promise you won't be mad, Chibby," you whined.

"What did you do?" he repeated. You could imagine him putting his hand on his hip, beginning to grow worried.

"I got arrested..." you whispered.

"What?" he asked, shocked.

"I got arrested." Hale was laughing at you as you spoke with Chibs. Eyeing up at him, you flipped him off. "Can you come bail me out?"

"Wha' am I supposed to do? Leave ye there?" he scoffed.

"Not funny," you whined. "Please, Chibby, come get me."

"Aye, I'll be righ' there."

"Thank you," you cooed. "I love you." He grumbled in response and hung up. Sliding the phone back to Hale, you sighed, "Can I go sit somewhere else, or do I need to be in here with you?"

"Stay here," he answered. "Knowing your old man, he'll be here any minute."

As much as you didn't want to admit it, Hale was right. Three minutes after hanging up, Chibs made it across town and into the police station. He stormed around, looking for you. When you saw him, you stood up, wringing your hands together.

"Hi," you exhaled, looking up at him.

"Wha'd ye do?" He ran his hands over your arms. "Wha'd she do?" he asked Hale looking over your head.

"Speeding, reckless endangerment, assaulting a police officer," Hale answered.

"Allegedly!" you scoffed.

"You were going 110 in a 55 and I pulled you out of the car myself," he scoffed.

"Ye touched her?" Chibs questioned, growing defensive. "He hurt ye?" he asked as he checked over you to make sure there were no bruises.

"No, he didn't hurt me. I bit him," you giggled.

"Geezus Kroist," he groaned.

"What?" you scoffed, thinking it wasn't a big deal that Hale had teeth marks in his arm. "Are you jealous I bit someone else?" you smirked, poking his chest.

"Let's ge' ye home," he sighed, rolling his eyes. He grabbed your hand and led you to the door.

"Oh," Hale sighed, following after you. "Your car's been impounded. One more point and your license will be suspended."

"Are you kidding me?" you yelled as you began to step forward, ready to fight.

"A'right, a'right," Chibs sighed, stepping in front of you. "We'll figure it ou', okay?" You stared at Hale over Chibs's shoulder. "Okay?" Looking over at Chibs, you hesitated before you answered. "Okay?" he asked more sternly.

"Okay," you pouted. "Take me home, Chibby." You tapped his chest and then walked by him towards the door.

Walking outside, you crossed your arms and kept sulking the whole way to your old man's bike. Chibs stomped behind you putting his sunglasses over his eyes. You stood next to his bike, waiting for him to get there.

"Wha' were ye thinkin', Y/N?" he asked, running his hands over your arms.

"I wasn't," you exhaled as you looked at the ground. "The music was-"

"Don' say the music was too loud, Y/N," he scoffed. "Darlin', tha's way too fast to be the music's fault. And to bite Hale," he chuckled. "Why'd ye do tha'?"

"I just..." you shrugged. "I don't know. The road was clear...there was no one out and I wanted to go fast and by the time I realized how fast I was actually going, there were six cop cars behind me." Dropping your head onto his chest, you whined, "I'm sorry, Chibby."

"Aw, darlin'..." he sighed, rubbing your back. "It's okay, Y/N. We'll work it ou', all righ'?" He leaned back and exhaled, "Hey, look at me." You looked up at him, waiting to see what he wanted. "Give us a kiss, will ya?" he smirked.

Pushing up on your toes, your lips collided with his. He wrapped his arm around your back, pulling you closer. His other hand tangled into your hair as he deepened the kiss. There was nothing better and more comforting than his lips on yours. Made you feel better about getting arrested.

"Take me home, Chibby," you smiled as you pulled away from him. Grabbing a fistful of his shirt, you pulled him into another quick kiss. "I've been bad."

"Mmm, have ye?" he mumbled against your lips. "We'll have to fix tha', won't we?"

"I think so." Chibs grabbed your helmet and handed it to you. As you strapped it on, you stared up at him. "You got a plan already in mind, don't you?"

"Oh, aye, ye know I do," he grinned, sitting down. "Let's go."

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A Warm Place (7/20)

Previously on Part 6

Pairing:: Robert Williamson x OC Movie:: All About the Benjamins Warnings:: smutty times, swearing, daddy!kink, rough handling

"I love you."

"Ye what?"

My heart sank after hearing my own words. I never thought I would say that to him. I never thought we would make it to that point in the relationship. I never thought I would say it first.

He sat up under me and I slinked off him into the pillow. Staring down at me, he studied my face, looking for something. I just closed my eyes, trying to hide the embarrassment.

"Hey," he sighed, cupping my cheek. "Hold on, look at me." I opened my eyes and glanced up at him. "I love ye too, Nina."

I smiled at the sound of him saying he loved me and my name. It had been months since he said my real name. I sat up, pushing the blanket off me.

"You do?" I asked, moving into his lap. I straddled his legs and put my hands on his chest. "You really love me?"

"Babygirl," he smiled. "I've loved ye since the day I told ya the truth about what I did." He put his hands on my hips as he leaned forward and kissed my chest. "No, I've loved ye since the first night we hung out."

"Me too," I giggled. I pulled him into a deep kiss. "I love you," I mumbled against his lips. He laughed as he grabbed the back of my neck, elevating the kiss.

After three more rounds of heated sex, we fell asleep in each other's arms. I had never been happier in my life. It felt like everything was going right. We were officially, happily in love. I was ready to spend the rest of my life with Robert Williamson.

When I woke up, I was still snuggled into his chest. I squeezed his torso tighter as I stretched my legs out. He stirred a little as I kissed his chest gently.

"Good mornin'," he smiled.

"Good morning," I giggled. "How'd you sleep?"

"I slept fine, Babygirl," he said, rubbing his face. "How about ye?"

"Great," I smiled, kissing his chest again. "I'm gonna take a shower and then make us some breakfast. What do you think, Daddy?"

"Mmm, I like tha'," he hummed. "Or, how about...I join ye in the shower and have some dessert before breakfast?"

"I'd like that," I laughed and nodded, squeezing him tighter.

"Let's go then," he sighed, smacking my ass. I laughed and hit his chest. "Oh, yer gonna get it."

"That's what I'm hoping for," I smirked as I got out of bed. I strutted into the bathroom, feeling his eyes watch me the whole way. "Daddy, are you coming?" I asked, turning back to him.

He spun his legs over the edge of the bed and stared at me. A devilish grin curled onto his face. He slowly stood up and walked over to me. Craning my neck, I smiled up at him. He grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me into a kiss. I laughed and walked backward, guiding him into the shower. He turned the water on without breaking the kiss.

Standing under the streaming water, my hair got drenched and clung to my face. He broke the kiss and turned me around, pushing my chest into the wall. His hand was pressed in between my shoulder blades, holding me in place. His knee spread my legs apart more. I looked over my shoulder and watched him as he lined up his erect cock.

He slowly plunged into me. My mouth dropped open and my eyes shut and there was a small hitch in my breath. As he drew back, I turned my head, putting my forehead on the tile. He thrust again, making me moan. He moved so forcefully, I pushed up onto my toes as he pounded into me. He kissed the back of my neck, nipping at it. Once he came and pulled out, I spun back to him. He kissed me gently as he moved under the water.

"Daddy?" I sighed, grabbing the bottle of body wash. Squirting the soap into my hand, I accepted the kiss he was giving me. He hummed in response as I ran my hands over him. "It might not be the best time..."

"Christ, wha' do ya need from me?" he groaned, watching as my hands lathered him.

"I wanted to ask you," I laughed, "if you would...meet my mom?" He laughed, tipping his head back. "I know, she's crazy and a mess and I never have anything good to say about her and-"

"Babygirl," he chuckled. "Babygirl, I'll meet yer mom." I grinned up at him and he leaned down to kiss me again. "Wanna go today?" he asked, grabbing the shampoo and scrubbing my hair.

"What about Fountain?" I asked. He shrugged and smiled. "Don't you have a meeting with that guy?"

"Tha' guy," he chuckled, "can wait."

"Okay," I smiled and bit my lip. "Thank you, Daddy."

After we finished in the shower, Robert called Julian. He told him to close Fountain for the day and move his meetings. I stood at the stove, cooking bacon and eggs as he paced the kitchen. He hung up and wrapped his arms around my waist. Slithering his hand into my silk robe, he grabbed my breast and kissed my neck.

"I'm free and clear for the day," he mumbled. "We can make a day of it. Go shoppin', go to dinner, do whatever you want."

"Really?" I chuckled, looking at him over my shoulder. "We can do all that?" He nodded and kissed me. "Do you think we could go shopping and then go out to dinner with my mom? Maybe we can get her something too? Like a gift or something?"

"Am I bribing her?" he asked.

"She can be...tricky," I sighed. "She had a really rough life and every relationship ended badly and she's hated every guy I ever brought home and...you're different and I want her to like you and get along and all that."

"Babygirl," he cooed. "She doesn't need to like me. If she doesn't like me, I'll send Julian after her."

"Robert!" I laughed, turning back to him.

"Wha' did ye jus' call me?" he growled. He took a step closer to me, crowding me against the counter. "What...did you...call me?"

"I'm...I'm sorry," I chuckled. He stayed close to me, hovering.

"Tha' didn't answer my question," he snarled. I jumped at the sound of his voice. He sounded terrifying. "Wha' did you jus' call me?" he repeated. "I'm no' going to ask ye again."

"Robert," I answered. "I'm sorry, Daddy." He reached over and turned off the burner.

"It's a little late for sorries, Babygirl," he said. Looking back down at me, he said, "Ye broke a rule. Wha' happens when ye break a very...simple rule?" he asked. He took another step forward, making my back bend against the counter.

"Daddy, please, I'm sorry," I pleaded. I put my hand on his chest and tried to calm him down. "I'm sorry, Daddy. It won't happen again," I sighed.

"Yer makin' me repeat myself," he said. "Ye know how I feel about that. That's two rules you've broken. Now, tell me wha' happens when ye break the rules?"

"I...I, you," I stuttered. I knew the answer. I knew what I had to do, but I couldn't get it out. The way he was looking at me was scaring the shit out of me. Something around his eyes.

"Babygirl..." he exhaled. "Did ye forget?" I shook my head. "Then, why aren't ye answering me?"

"Daddy," I whined. He reached out, grabbing my throat. I couldn't breathe. I was panicking. He must've been able to tell because he let go of my throat. I coughed hard, trying to breathe.

"Now, answer me," he ordered.

"If I break the rules, I have to get spanked with your big belt until...until you're done," I answered.

"Good girl," he smirked. I stared up at him and he lifted his hand, making me flinch. He stroked my hair, still keeping me pinned to the counter. "Shh, shh, shh," he exhaled. "It's okay, Babygirl." I started shaking, feeling the tears fill my eyes.

"Daddy," I sighed, starting to cry.

"What?" He dragged his thumb over my cheek, catching my tears.

"Daddy...you, you really scaring me, Daddy," I exhaled. I cried harder. I sat up, forcing him to step back. Covering my mouth as I cried, I looked down at the ground.

"Hey," he breathed, lifting his hand. I flinched again, pushing his hand away. "Babygirl," he sighed, grabbing my chin. He pulled my head up to look at him. "Babygirl, yer okay. Hey." He pulled me into a hug as I sobbed. "I'd never hurt you, Babygirl. I'm sorry, okay? I took it too far. I'm sorry."

"Daddy," I whimpered as I cried into his chest.

"I know, I know," he sighed, rubbing my back. "Go sit down. I'll finish breakfast, okay?"

"What about...?" I asked, my voice muffled by his shirt.

"Forget it, okay?" I nodded against him. "I'm sorry," he sighed as he leaned down to kiss the top of my head. "Okay? Go sit down, Babygirl." I moved away from him and wiped my tears. "Are ye okay?" he asked, pushing my hair off my face.

"Yeah," I whispered.

"Did I hurt ye?" Robert asked, looking down at me, examining me.

"No," I lied. "No, just got scared." He nodded and kissed my forehead. "I'm sorry, Daddy. I'm sorry I called you that."

"It's okay, Babygirl," he sighed. "Jus'...don't let it happen again, okay?" he warned, gently stroking my hair.

"Okay, Daddy," I nodded, leaning into his hand. "It won't happen again. I promise you. I'm sorry, Daddy." I turned my head and kissed his palm.

I walked over to the kitchen table and sat down. I watched Robert as he finished cooking. I've never seen him cook ever, so I soaked in the sight. He's also never taken it that far before. He's always been dominant and controlling and I knew I was always safe. I always had a safe word. But, we only ever needed that in the bedroom. He never hurt me or scared me like that in there or anywhere else in the condo.

After everything I've seen him do and heard him say, I've never feared for my life. I knew deep down he would never hurt me. But, Daddy didn't see when he was taking it too far. Not until the tears were rolling down my cheeks.

Daddy walked over to the table with a plate of eggs and pancakes in hand. Setting it down in front of me, he leaned down, cupping my cheek, and pulled me into a kiss. He grabbed a plate for himself and sat down beside me. He reached over and grabbed my hand, bringing it to his lips.

"Are you okay, Babygirl?" he asked. I nodded slowly as I smiled over at him. "I'm sorry. I really am. I love ye and I never wan' to hurt ye, okay?" I nodded and smiled again, not knowing if he was telling me the truth.

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A Warm Place (5/20)

Pairing:: Robert Williamson x OC Movie:: All About the Benjamins Warnings:: physical assault, angst, daddy!kink, swearing

As the Myca to his Top Dollar, I had to establish my territory. He was mine. I wasn't going to let someone else come in and ruin the good thing we had going. He wasn't going to be like Carl and have someone else on the side. I was going to be his one and only.

I was sitting on Robert's lap, running my finger over the shell of his ear. He liked it when I did that and played with his hair. But, doing it then, was for me to show my place and not for his enjoyment. The woman sitting across his desk stared at me as I kept moving my finger and kissing his neck gently.

I found out from Julian that only a month before Robert and I got together, he and his girlfriend broke up. They were engaged. She was Julian's sister. And the kicker of them all, she worked for Robert. After they broke up, she took some time to find herself and traveled. Roscoe told me that she was going to plead her case about getting back together with Robert when she got home. But, I was in her seat. I was wearing the crown.

"Well, we're glad to have ye back," Robert said smiling over at her. I didn't like the look on his face. He looked too happy to see her. I wanted him to squirm at the sight of her just like I did.

"It's good to be home," she smirked. "Just tell me where you need me." Robert nodded, watching her as she stood up and walked out of the office. She closed the door behind her and I turned towards him.

Brushing a piece of hair behind my ear, he asked, "Wha's wrong, Babygirl?"

"Don't call me that," I groaned, rolling my eyes.

"Wha's wrong with ye?" he scoffed. I stood up and walked over to the shelf holding the alcohol. "Hey, I'm talkin' to ye."

Grabbing the neck of one of the bottles, I poured myself a stiff drink. "You know what, you're not talking to me. You're...talking to her," I scoffed.

"Wha' the fuck are ye talkin' abou'?" he asked. I spun around to face him. I didn't realize he took a few steps forward and was standing right in front of me.

I chuckled awkwardly and looked up at him. "Why is she here?" I sighed.

"Ursula?" he laughed.

"Yeah, Ursula," I scoffed. "I know you two have history. You were supposed to get married and have a family and have a life. I'm just a replacement for her."

He spoke lowly, "Shut the fuck up." He leaned down close to my face, seeming rather menacing. "You...are not a replacement for anything." I shook my head, looking down at the glass in my hand. He reached out, grabbing my throat and pulling my attention to him. "Ursula and I have history. But that doesn't change our history."

"You don't get it," I groaned, grabbing his wrist. "You wouldn't want me hanging out with Carl day after day, right?"

"We're no' hangin' out, Babygirl. We're workin' together. She works for me, us," he explained.

I scoffed, "So, should I go work as Carl's assistant?" He lifted up his hand and I flinched a little. His eyes softened after seeing that.

Gently, he stroked my hair. "Babygirl, listen to me," he sighed. "No one gives better head than ye." He laughed a little, leaning forward to kiss me. He released my throat and stared down at me. "Okay? You've go' nothin' to worry about."

I shook my head. "I give better head? That's comforting." I took a step back from him and finished my drink. "I know what happens with old flames. I know how all that shit works. And, with your line of work with the long hours and the dangerous shit..."

"Nothin' is gonna happen, Babygirl," he sighed. "Okay?" I nodded begrudgingly. He grabbed my chin and lifted my head. "Okay?"

"Yeah, okay," I exhaled. He leaned down and kissed me again. Letting go of my chin, he wrapped his arms around my waist. I coiled my arms around his neck, pushing closer to him.

The door opened up. "Oh...sorry," Ursula sighed. Robert broke the kiss and turned over to her. "Someone's asking for you on the floor." He nodded and kissed me one more time before walking out. I walked behind Robert's desk and looked over the balcony as he walked. "I think we should talk," she said behind me.

"You think so?" I chuckled as I turned around. I crossed my arms and asked, "What should we talk about?"

"You know what I mean," she sighed, sitting down in one of the chairs. "You and Williamson..." I sat down on the edge of Robert's desk, crossing my ankles in front of me. "You guys are a thing now and all that."

I nodded, "Yeah, we are. I intend to keep it that way."

"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, turning her head.

I let my Harley Quinn out. I had to protect my Mr. J. Lunging forward, I grabbed hold of her neck. As soon as my fingers curled around her, I knew I was taking it too far. The chair she was sitting in got pushed back and she landed on the tile floor.

Leaning close to her face, I growled, "You fucking listen to me." I knew I was going over the top but had to continue. It was too late to turn back. "Robert and I have been together for eight months. I'm not letting you screw that up for us. You're gonna stay away from him and if you get too fucking close...I swear to God, I will make your life a living Hell. Do you hear me?"

"You better get off me," she scoffed. I squeezed her neck tighter and she flipped me over so I was on my back.

I rolled her onto her back and hit her across the face. She did the same thing to me and I groaned from the pain. The door swung open and we heard the footsteps rush in. "Stop it!" Julian yelled, pulling her off of me. "Knock it off!" He held her back as she kept swinging, trying to get back to me.

I stood up and was about to jump back at her. "Babygirl..." Robert warned. I turned, staring at him. He was standing in the doorway, leaning on the frame. His hands were in his pockets and he seemed as calm as could be. He slid one hand out of his pocket and waved me over. "C'mere."

Trudging over to him, I stared at Ursula as Julian let go of her. I knew I was taking it too far and I should've stopped myself, but I couldn't. She had to know that I wasn't going to just sit idly by. I stood in front of Robert, staring down at the floor. He put his fingers under my chin and lifted my head up. Running his thumb over my lip, he caught the little bit of blood on the tip of his finger.

"Wha' happened?" he asked, cupping my cheek. I stared up at him, debating what to say. I could say she started it and then he could get rid of her. But, he'd probably know that wasn't true.

I exhaled, "We were just talking, Daddy." I heard a laugh behind me and I started to boil again. His hand on my face directed me back to him as he nodded over to Julian. He walked out, pushing Ursula in front of him. I whispered, "I'm sorry, Daddy."

"I know, Babygirl," he exhaled, bringing his other hand up to my cheek. Rubbing his thumbs over my cheekbones, he sighed, "I know yer sorry, Babygirl. But...didn't I tell ye earlier-"

"Yes, but-"

"Don't," he warned, "cut me off. Didn't I tell ye earlier that ye had nothin' to worry about with her?" I was about to say something, and he pointed down at me. "Didn't I tell ye?"

"Yes, Daddy," I sighed.

He nodded, "Yes. And yet...ye did this." I looked down at the floor, slowly closing my eyes. I hated it when he spoke to me like this. Grabbing under my chin, he lifted my head up. "Look at me, Babygirl," he sighed. "I'm really disappointed."

The words cut me so incredibly deep. That hurt me so much, more than he could've ever thought possible. Tears filled my eyes as I stared up at him. My feelings were torn to shreds as he said that.

"I know ye didn't mean it, Babygirl," he exhaled. "I know ye didn't do it to make me upset." I nodded as I kept staring into his eyes. "But, ye did make me upset. I thought ye were better than this. Ye embarrassed me and I don't like to be embarrassed."

"I'm sorry, Daddy," I whimpered, holding back the tears in my eyes. "I'm sorry."

"I know ye are," he said, gently stroking my hair. "I know." Running his fingers down my cheek to my neck, he sighed, "I want ye to go home for the rest of the day. Julian will take ye and stay with ye until I get home."

I groaned, "I wanna stay here with you."

"Then," he said, letting go of me and walking away. "Ye should've thought about that before ye attacked her." I shook my head, looking down on the floor. He unbuttoned his jacket and sat down at his desk. "You know what, don't act so defeated about it. Ye did this. This is the repercussion."

I walked over to him and draped my hands over his shoulders. Leaning down to his ear, I whispered, "Please, Daddy, I'm sorry." I kissed his neck gently. "Please, don't do this, Daddy." He spun around to face me. Putting his hands on my waist, he pulled me closer and onto his lap. "I'm sorry, Daddy," I exhaled, kissing his neck again.

"Babygirl," he sighed. "Babygirl, stop a second." I leaned back and pushed my hair off my face to look at him. "I told ye...to go home." I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "Hey," he snapped, grabbing my hair. "Go...home...now."

"Okay, Daddy," I strained. "Okay. I'm sorry. I'll go. I'll go, Daddy."

Letting go of my hair, he gently stroked it. "Good girl," he smirked. "There's my good girl." He leaned forward and kissed me.

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Dreams

Pairing:: Chibs Telford x Reader Warnings:: smut (oral (m receiving)), kinda dirty talk??, swearing

Gif not mine, credit to the owner

You stood in the bathroom, covering your eyelids with purple eyeshadow. Sporting your new blue dress, you were anxious to get to the clubhouse. There was nothing like a SAMCRO party and you didn't want to miss a minute of it.

You had a dirty little secret; you loved it when Chibs got jealous and beat some guy up because he looked at you. You always wanted to look as hot and sexy as possible so you could see your old man prove who you belonged to.

"Thunder only happens when it's raining," you sang to the music coming out of your radio. "Players only love you when they're playing." You were dancing a little, swaying your hips from side to side to the song.

Chibs heard you from down the hall. He loved hearing you sing. Stepping down the hall, he peeked around the door frame to look in the bathroom. Watching your hips, he leaned on the wall.

Aside from loving your voice, he loved seeing you happy and enjoying yourself. When you two first met, he didn't think you knew how to smile. Since then, you never frowned without him making it better.

"Women, they will come and they will go," you sang, looking at Chibs in the mirror. "When the rain washes you clean, you'll know."

"Ye look great, love," he smiled, dragging his eyes over your back. "Really, beautiful."

"Thank you, baby," you hummed, pulling out your lipstick. "It's not too much?" you asked as you ran the bright red over your lips. With a pop of the lips and a pucker, you smiled over at him.

"No," he answered, shaking his head. "No, no' too much at all. Perfect." You smiled up at him in the mirror and laughed, shaking your head. "What?" he chuckled, stepping into the room.

"You're just funny," you laughed.

"How 'm I funny?" he asked as he wrapped his arms around your waist. He rested his cheek on your shoulder and kissed your neck. You giggled at the feeling of his lips on you. "Yer laughin' again."

"Oh, come on," you chuckled, staring at him in the mirror. He made eye contact with you and you smiled at him. "You're just...funny," you giggled.

"Mm," he hummed, burying his face into your neck. "Is tha' so?" he mumbled. He left open-mouthed kisses along the nape of your neck. His teeth nibbled on the sensitive skin, making you close your eyes.

"Chibs," you whined with a smile plastered on your face. "We have to go, Chibs."

"Aye, yer righ'," he sighed, leaving your neck. He kissed your cheek and uncoiled his arms from your waist.

You followed him out of the bathroom. He sat down on the couch, waiting for you to finish getting ready. He loved watching you move about the house, gathering the things you would need for your evening out, rattling the list off while counting your fingers. Keys, wallet, phone, mascara, gum, tissues, sunglasses, hair-tie, phone charger, and lotion. Ten things for ten fingers.

You walked out of the bedroom with your purse slung over your shoulder and your heels in your hand. Chibs stared up at you. Tossing your purse onto the couch, you dropped one shoe on the ground.

"What?" you laughed. You held onto the wall as you slipped on a heel. "Will you talk to me, please?"

"Wha' do ye wan' me to say, love?" he smiled. "Ye look beautiful."

"That's not what you're thinking, baby," you chuckled, putting on the other heel. "I think I know you well enough to know what you're thinking."

"Wha' am I thinkin' then?" he smiled. "Tell me."

"No," you laughed, stepping over to him. Your heels clicked on the flooring as you walked. "You tell me."

"Ye look good," he smirked. "Really good." He reached out, putting his hand on your waist. His thumb circled over the dress, feeling the material under the pad of his thumb. "I like this dress. When'd ye ge' it?"

"I've had this for a while," you smiled. "I've been saving it." Placing your hand on top of his, you ran your fingers in between his.

"I guess so," he chuckled. You pulled his hand away from your side so you could hold it.

"That's not what you were thinking," you giggled.

"Aye, I was," he defended. With a chuckle, he sighed, "Tell me wha' ye think I was thinking about."

"Something..." You positioned yourself, sitting on his lap. "Lewd."

"Lewd?" he laughed, placing his hands on your back.

"Yeah, lewd," you hummed, running your hands over the face of his kutte. "You're always thinking something dirty."

"No, I'm no'," he lied with a smirk, knowing you were right. "Name one time."

"Yesterday when I was getting out of the shower," you laughed. "And then you threw me down on the bed."

"Shit," he sighed. "Name another time."

"Chibs," you giggled. "You are right now." Leaning forward, you whispered in his ear. "Just tell me. I want to hear what I really look like, baby."

"Ye look..." he whispered lowly. "like a whore." Leaning back, you smiled and giggled a little.

"You like that," you smirked devilishly. "don't you, baby?" Sliding out of his lap, you stared up at him. "You like it when I'm your little whore?" You ran your hand over his hard-on and smiled, "Oh, you do like it."

"Yer killin' me, darlin'," he chuckled. You dropped to your knees, sitting in between his legs. Lifting up, you undid his belt buckle and unzipped his jeans, never breaking eye contact with him.

Giving a kiss to the tip, you continued staring up at him. He noticed the red lipstick that stuck to his skin. Laughing, he pushed your hair back out of your face. As you wrapped your lips completely around him, he closed his eyes and tipped his head back on the couch.

You began your job, filling your mouth with his cock and then removing it only to swallow it again. He gazed down at you, looking at his beautiful woman looking sexy as ever. His eyes dragged over your back with the new blue number you had on with the black stilettos behind you.

"Shit," he groaned, thrusting deeper into your throat. You gagged around him from the blow to the back of your throat, but you regained your rhythm. "Sorry, darlin'," he exhaled. You hummed against him, bobbing your head at the same pace.

Tears filled your eyes as you swallowed him as far as you could. He was close, twitching and trying to control himself. Grabbing your hair tighter, he let out a deep growl as he came in your throat. He worked through his orgasm, thrusting in and out of your mouth. His cum spilled over your tongue and you swallowed it down.

You slid off him, sucking and licking slowly as you went. He relaxed his fingers in your hair, letting the strands fall loose. He smiled down at you as you gave him a few more kisses before sealing his jeans back up. Running his thumb over your lip, he caught the mixture of cum and spit. You leaned down, kissing it off his thumb and then leaning your head into his hand.

"You happy now, baby?" you purred contentedly as you stood and regained your spot on his lap.

"Darlin'," he smiled, tucking your hair behind your ear. "I'm always happy with ye." He pulled you down into a deep, heavy kiss, holding your cheeks. Staring at your face, he saw how smudged your red lips were. "Now, go put some more of tha' lipstick on and let's ge' to the fuckin' party."

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Beaded

Pairing:: Chibs Telford x Reader Warnings:: swearing, implied smut

Gif not mine, credit to the owner

I had always been fascinated by Chibs's mala beads. The one wrapped three or four times around his wrist, I always fumbled with while holding his hand and the one on his neck, I always wrapped it around my finger as I cuddled with him.

Something about men in jewelry was so sexy to me, and then Chibs in jewelry...I was in trouble. He knew how much I loved them and made it a point to have them visible at all times.

He came home after a run and said, "Close yer eyes."

"Why?" I laughed. "What're you gonna do?" Tipping my head back to look up at him, I wrapped my arms around his midsection.

"Just do it," he sighed. I closed my eyes, after rolling them. I felt something around my neck, which made me a little wary. "Okay, open 'em up." I opened my eyes and looked down at the purple mala beads that dangled down. "Shite, it's a wee bit long," he huffed. It was so long, the purple tassel hit my belt buckle.

Smiling up at him, I said, "I love it, baby." Pulling him into a kiss, I sighed, "Thank you."

A few weeks after that, he and the club went to Ireland to get Jax's son back. I missed him like I hadn't missed anyone ever before. I kept the necklace tucked inside my shirt, close to my heart, keeping Chibs near me.

The night that he came back, I wasn't expecting him. I was staying at the clubhouse while they were gone, staying in his room. He wasn't expecting me to be in there either, especially naked and getting dressed after taking a shower.

"Shite!" he jumped, opening the door and seeing my back.

I jumped, spinning around to cover myself. "Oh my, God, you're home," I said, feeling the tears fill my eyes as I ran towards him. "I fucking missed you."

"I missed ya too," he laughed, pulling me into a kiss as he picked me up. My bare chest was pressed against his cool kutte, sending goosebumps all over me. "I missed ya so much."

Breaking the kiss, he put my feet back down on the floor. He looked me up and down. I watched his eyes follow my necklace in between my breasts and stop at the tassel that hung below my belly button. He stared for a long time, which would have made me uneasy if it was anyone else.

"Oh, darlin'," he smirked, looking back up into my eyes. "I really fuckin' missed ya." Turning around, he locked the door and then picked me up again, carrying me over to the bed. Once I was laying down, he flicked the necklace away, he dragged his finger over my stomach. He kissed my neck and asked, "Wan' me to show ya how much I missed ye?"

I nodded slowly and whispered, "Yes." He kissed me deeply again and then loved his way down my stomach, kissing every inch of me. His tongue ran over my folds as I pushed my fingers into his hair. "Shit, I missed you."

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A Warm Place (4/20)

Previously on Part 3

Pairing:: Robert Williamson x OC Movie:: All About the Benjamins Warnings:: swearing, daddy!kink, angst, murder

When Julian came back with the guy, Robert stayed on the couch beside me which threw Julian off. He was used to bringing people over to the desk, not the lounge area in the corner. As he tried to figure it out, I kept playing with Robert's hair, just dragging my fingers through it and running my finger over his ear. Keeping his hand on my leg, Robert gazed up at Julian, amazed at how long it took him to get a chair.

"Ge' the fuck outta my office," he groaned at him as he stood behind the guy. Julian nodded and walked out, staring down at the floor as he went out. The guy was wringing his hands together, seeming very nervous about sitting there. Robert smiled, "How's it goin', Ed?"

Ed nodded, "Um, good, I guess. How...how about you?" He seemed really nervous and I didn't know why. I had never seen him before but clearly, Robert knew him.

"I'm great," he smiled, sliding his hand over my leg. "So, wha's up, Ed?" he asked as he looked over at me. He smirked at me and then turned over to him.

"I need some money," he sighed. Ed was still wringing his hands together and his leg was bouncing.

Robert chuckled, "Well, I gathered tha'. How much d'ye need?"

He shrugged, "I need a little more than last time. I got a...a, uh..."

"A what?" Robert sighed, starting to get annoyed as he grew impatient.

Ed leaned forward, about to tell us his secret. "Well, I got a sure thing in the works." I looked over at Robert who was listening intently. "The fight going down over the weekend...I heard that the underdog is gonna win in the sixth. A sixty to one bet. I can get all of your money back and then some."

"And this sure thing...where'd ye hear it from?" Robert asked.

"So my brother is good friends with someone who lives next door to the guy's manager. Apparently, there's something over everyone's heads. No one knows about this," Ed explained.

"No one except yer brother who knows a guy who knows a guy's neighbor," he scoffed. "Sixty to one?" Ed nodded, leaning back in his chair.

He made a face, thinking something over. I smirked, "What're you thinking?"

Robert glanced back at me and then at Ed. "How much do ye need for this sure thing no one knows about?" he asked.

"Fifty grand," Ed exhaled.

He looked over at me and squeezed my leg so I could let him up. Leaning forward, he said, "I'll make a deal with ye." Ed nodded, listening carefully, probably hoping for more money. "I'll give ye seventy-five for this sure thing. If it pans out, sixty to one means that'd be...4.5 million. Ye just give me back the seventy-five K with interest and another twenty-five from the winnings, keep the rest."

"What if it doesn't pan out?" Ed asked. I was wondering the same thing as I sat staring at Robert.

"See, Babygirl," he chuckled, looking back at me. "This is wha' I like about Eddie here. He comes to me with a sure thing...and then worries about if it doesn't work out. No' many people do tha'. No' with a sure thing tha' no one else knows about." Looking back at Ed, he said, "Same deal. Give me back the seventy-five and interest." Ed leaned back in his chair. "Wha'? Ye don' like tha' deal?"

He asked, "Why would you give me more than I asked for?"

Robert turned to me, seeing if I knew why. He smiled and nodded slightly, a cue for me to speak. "Because you want in on the sure thing?" I wondered.

"At least someone's payin' attention," he smiled, pulling me into a kiss. Holding under my chin, he broke the kiss and then gave me a quick one before he said, "I wan' ye to talk to yer brother's neighbor or whoever the fuck ye know and put my money into this sure thing. No extra cost to ye."

Shaking his head, he sighed, "I don't know, man. I don't know."

Robert looked back at me, raising his eyebrows. "Why?" I asked, looking at Robert. I turned towards Ed. "Why don't you know?" I asked him.

"Good question, Babygirl," he smiled, leaning over and kissing my temple. "Why don' ye know?" he repeated.

"Seems too good to be true," Ed sighed. "Just the loan, interest, and the winnings?"

"Tha's it," Robert smiled. "And then jus' the loan and interest if it goes wrong." Ed didn't say anything. He bit his nail, trying to figure if he should bet on the bet. "I'm feelin' generous today, Ed. Ye should take the deal before I change my mind and give ye nothin'."

Nodding, he said, "Okay, yeah. Okay."

He laughed, "Let's get some money then." I laughed a little and he leaned over to kiss me again. Robert stood up, stepping over my legs. He opened the door and spoke to Julian outside. "Ye wanna drink?" he asked Ed.

"Yeah, please," he answered, looking up at him.

"Babygirl," Robert said to me. "C'mere a minute." I stood up and walked over to him.

Looking up at him, I asked, "What's up?"

Julian walked in and shot Ed twice in the chest. I started screaming and Robert pulled me into his chest. Stroking my hair, he shushed, "It's okay, Babygirl. It's okay."

"Wh...why...wha...why?" I stuttered, breaking out of his arms. "Why'd you...why'd you...kill him?"

"He's not dead," Julian said, looking down at Ed who was gasping for air. Shooting him in the head, he said, "Now, he's dead."

Robert explained, pushing a piece of my hair behind my ear. "He had forty sure fuckin' things for three years. He owed me four million dollars. Now, we're gonna take that money, bet on his sure thing, ge' my money back. It's a beautiful thing, Babygirl."

I shook my head, "You...you, you, you killed someone. How is killing someone a beautiful thing?" I looked over at Ed as he laid draped over the chair he was sitting in. I starting crying. I didn't know what to do.

"He didn't kill anyone," Julian said, picking up the dead Ed. "I did." He was trying to make me feel better, but it wasn't helping me any.

"Babygirl," Robert sighed, pulling my attention back to him. "Babygirl, everythin's okay. We're gonna get our money. It's gonna be great. Okay, Babygirl?"

I should have walked out, gone to the police. I witnessed a murder. Loan sharking or smuggling drugs was one thing. But murder? That was different. I should have left. As I stood there looking up at him, scanning his eyes, I felt scared to leave. Not afraid of him hurting me, but of losing him. I knew I was wrong for feeling that way, but I couldn't stop feeling it. Staring up at him, my heart was pounding.

Nodding, I whimpered, "O-Okay, Daddy."

"Good girl," he smiled, pulling me into a kiss. I was becoming the Veronica to his J.D., an accomplice to his murder.

Julian came back, taking the chair out of the office. Robert was sitting at his desk and grabbed my hand, pulling me toward him. "Stop lookin', Babygirl." He pulled me onto his lap and kissed my neck. "Stop lookin' over there."

"I just...can't believe it," I sighed. "I've never seen someone die in front of me." I couldn't stop looking at the blood on the floor. Ed was alive and well when he walked in. Now, he's dead.

"There's a first time for everythin', Babygirl," he chuckled, running his hand over my spine. I shivered under his touch.

I spun to look at him. "How many people have you killed?" I asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

He shrugged, "Lost track." I didn't like that answer at all.

"How can you lose track of something like that?" I asked. "Does that mean...a lot? A lot of people?"

Robert nodded and asked, "Are ye scared?" I was petrified. I was scared for my life and my freedom and his life. Nodding slowly, I stared down at his shirt. He cupped my cheek and sighed, "Don't be scared, Babygirl."

"Why do you keep calling me that?" I asked. Every time he said it, I got a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. I couldn't tell if it was a good feeling or not. But, it made me forget about everything that was going on with dead Ed until Julian came back with a new chair and put it in the same place as the old one.

" 'Cause I like it," Robert laughed with a shrug. "Why?" he asked, rubbing his thumb over my cheekbone.

I sighed, putting my hand on top of his. "No one's ever called me that before."

Robert smirked, "Do ye wan' me to stop?" That question made me pause and think for a minute. I kinda liked it too and I already missed him saying it to me. I shook my head, nibbling my lip. "Okay, Babygirl," he smiled, pulling me into a kiss.

At that moment, I didn't know what was happening to me. A man was just killed in front of me and there I was, making out with my boyfriend who wanted to be called 'Daddy' all the time. My life took a turn, a dark turn, and I didn't know if it was good or not. But, I loved him, so that had to be good. That had to be right for me. He made me happy and I loved him.

Julian walked in and said someone was there to place a bet on the Miami Heat game. I guessed it was the guy they were talking about earlier that morning in the kitchen. Looking back at Robert, I said, "Daddy, I'm gonna go grab us some lunch. What do you want?"

"You," he smirked, leaning forward to kiss me. I laughed against him as he spun me around so I was straddling him. He grabbed my ass and squeezed it, lifting me up higher on him.

"We can't do this now, Daddy," I laughed as he kissed my chest.

He mumbled, "Why no'?"

"You have work you have to do," I giggled. "That guy is coming up here to place the bet."

"So?" he grumbled, sliding his hand up my shirt. "Either way...I'm winnin'."

I laughed, pushing his hands away. "Later, baby." He stared up at me, moving his hand to the back of my neck. Squeezing it hard, he raised his eyebrows, waiting for me to say it. "Sorry, Daddy," I groaned. "Later." I stood up and grabbed his hand, intertwining our fingers. "What do you want for lunch?"

He smiled, "Whatever ye wan'." Reaching into his pocket, he grabbed his wallet. As he unfolded the wad of cash, he said, "Here, take this."

"Really?" I asked, looking down at the cash. He nodded and put it in my palm. "That's more than lunch is gonna cost...a lot more."

"Go shoppin', then," he smirked. "Buy yerself somethin' pretty, Babygirl."

Leaning down to kiss him, I chuckled, "Thank you, Daddy."

He pulled me into another kiss and whispered, "Yer welcome, Babygirl."

I walked out the door and down the stairs. Once I was outside, I walked along the boardwalk, stopping at the sushi place Robert loved. I placed an order and they said it would take about half an hour. After that, I went to one of the stores that I had been wanting to go into. They sold the sexiest lingerie and I never had time to go in.

Walking in, I was greeted with lace outfits and half-naked mannequins. Then, I saw the one I needed. It was a black bra that had sheer and lace cups with bows to close it. I went a little crazy in that store after that. I found a pair of fishnets, a turquoise schoolgirl outfit that was a plaid mini skirt and matching tie, a lace dress, and a black lace lingerie set. It was so much money, but I knew it was all going to be worth it. And I knew Robert was going to like it all.

I still had some time to kill before our lunch was ready so I went into this dress shop and bought the hot pink satin dress I had been eyeing for a while. I was going to save the dress and the lingerie for the perfect night.

After getting the sushi, I went back to Fountain and walked upstairs. Robert was still talking to the guy who wanted to place the bet. I was just glad that he didn't kill the guy. I leaned down to kiss him and he hummed, "Hi, Babygirl."

"Hi, Daddy," I smirked, placing the bags over by his desk. I caught the guy's eyes looking confused at our name-calling. I would be confused too if I heard that.

"How'd ye do?" Robert asked.

I smiled, "Good! Got lunch and a few things."

Staring at the bag from the lingerie shop, he asked, "Wanna show me?" I shook my head and laughed, handing him the sushi I got him. "Why no'?"

"It's a surprise," I giggled. He patted his leg and I sat down on his lap. "How's it going here?" I asked, running my fingers into his hair.

"Good," he sighed. "William over there jus' placed a pretty good bet on the Heat." I smiled and glanced over at him. Robert laughed, "Better than our friend Ed did." I snapped my head back towards Robert.

I shook my head and whispered, "Don't say that." That was still a hard pill for me to swallow. "Don't say that," I exhaled as tears began filling my eyes.

"I'm sorry, Babygirl," he sighed, kissing my forehead. "Yer right, it's too soon to joke." I looked down at him and saw the sinister grin he had.

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Chibs Telford x Reader-A New Tattoo

SOA Masterlist / Chibs Telford Masterlist

Warnings:Mild smut

“I’ll see ye soon, love,” Chibs whispered into Y/n's hair as he held her close, savouring the last precious moments he was going to have with Y/n for a week.

“I’ll miss you,” Y/n whispered back, running her hands through his hair as she nuzzled into his chest.

That was one of the hardest things for Chibs about being in the club. Killing had become like second nature to him now, he’d gotten used to doing it over the years but leaving Y/n-that was hard for him. He just wanted to spend as much time as he could with her. She brought out a side of him that he thought had faded away, she made him a better man. That’s why he loved her.

“I’ll miss ye too, love,” he cooed, pulling away slightly to place a long kiss on her lips before pulling away slightly to look at her-as if trying to memorize every little feature about her.

“Don’t do anything stupid whilst I’m gone,” He joked, pecking her lips a few more times before settling down on his motorcycle.

“I won’t,” she replied back with a chuckle. It was true, she wasn’t planning on doing anything stupid, however she was planning on doing something important. She was planning on getting another tattoo.

~~~~~~

Y/n stared at her new tattoo in awe; it was definitely worth the several hours of pain she’d just sat through. It was perfect. Y/n loved tattoos, her body was enough proof of that.

Her body was decorated in an array of different tattoos, some were extremely detailed pieces of artwork, others were small and simple tattoos, some on the other hand were just random tattoos that were the only memories of her drunken nights out, most of them, of course, were courtesy of Happy.

But there was one tattoo that was missing from her collection.

A crow.

She knew people would question how getting another tattoo could be so important , especially one of a crow. To some people it might seem like a very random tattoo, but to her, it meant a lot.

To her it was a promise. It was her promising herself to the man that she loved. It was her promising to be Chibs’ old lady, until the day she died. She wanted to surprise him with it though and with Chibs’ being gone for the week, Y/n saw this as the perfect opportunity to get it done. She wanted it to be a welcome home surprise.

She began to tear up slightly as she stared at her new tattoo, knowing the significance of it.

She just hoped that Chibs loved it as much as she did.

~~~~~~

‘Todays the day,’ Y/n thought to herself, waiting patiently for Chibs’ return. She’d been so excited all week to show her new tattoo to himIt wasn’t until the familiar sound of his motorcycle filled her ears, that she suddenly felt nervous.

‘What if he hates it,’ she thought to herself, terrified that she’d made the wrong decision in getting it but it was too late to second guess herself, it was on her body now, forever.

A few minutes passed before Y/n heard the keys slip into the keyhole, unlocking the front door, not even a second later, in stepped Chibs.

All her anxiety seemed to fade when she laid eyes on him, she practically jumped off of the sofa she was sitting on and ran straight into his arms. A familiar chuckle left Chibs’ lips as he wrapped his arms around her waist, lifting her up off the ground for a few seconds.

“God, I missed ye,” he breathed before placing his lips on hers. At first, the kiss was long and passionate, conveying how much they’d both missed each other. Though after a short while, that changed. The kisses, although shorter, were sloppier, quicker and desperate, it was like they were each other's own personal air supply and they were struggling to breathe.

The small moans that left Y/n's lips was enough to tell Chibs how turned on Y/n was, how desperate she was for him. A smirk danced on Chibs’ lips as his gloved hands moved up to Y/ns hair, grabbing fistfuls of it as he pushed her against the wall.

One of his hands slowly moving down her body, his thumb stroking over her nipple, toying with her arousal. He stopped kissing her for a moment, watching as her eyes darkened in lust. He enjoyed teasing her, pushing her right to the edge and making her beg for it. The sight of her was enough to turn him on but seeing her like this, seeing her this desperate, it was enough to make him as hard as a rock.

He locked lips with her again, picking her up off the floor, instinctively Y/n wrapped her legs around him as he carried her over to the sofa.

Chibs needed her.

And Y/n needed him.

“A week is too long,” She moaned as Chibs pulled her tshirt over her head, both of them thankful that she wasn’t wearing a bra. His lips trailed down from her lips to the centre of her chest, one of his hands moved to caress her breasts, his thumb stroking her already hardened nipple, while his lips sucked on the other before alternating a moment later.

Another moan escaped her lips, her arousal building quicker than it ever had before.

“Too fuckin’ long,” he mumbled against her skin as he left opened mouthed kisses from her breats to her stomach. He slightly raised his body, removing Y/n's trousers and damp panties in one swift motion, he was about to leave a trail of kisses up and down her thigh and then he saw it. His crow. His crow tattooed on her.

“This is new,” he said, moving his hand down to her thigh. Y/n's eyes widened slightly as his thumb lightly traced the outline of the beautiful bird on her leg.

“Do you...do you like it?” Y/n stuttered out, at first Chibs thought it was because she was trying to catch her breath from the intense makeout session they were having, then he noticed the anxiety that was looming in her eyes.

He was silent for a few seconds, examining the tattoo before leaning up to place a softer, reassuring kiss on her lips.

“I fuckin’ love it,” he beamed, a look of pride beaming from his eyes. He was hers and this tattoo proved that. He didn’t think he could fall anymore in love with her, but boy was he wrong.

“I love ye, mo ghra,” he cooed before closing the distance between their lips once again.

“I love you too, Filip,” she breathlessly replied as Chibs’ lips once again made their way down her body, from her lips all the way down to the place she craved him most.

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"Vacation."

3 Words Challenge: fancy, beach, date.

@chibsytelford asked: Fancy, beach and date with Chibs please 😍

Author: okaaay so this is the first try at the 3 words challenge thing. I had to write the first one for my lovely and amazing friend @chibsytelford. I hope you all like it. Please let me know🥺

Warnings: implied smut, kissing

"Pleaaaaaseeee." You say, hugging your man from behind while he's preparing dinner.

"I can't, lass." He shakes his head. "I can't just leave for vacation. The club, ye know."

"C'mon, baby." You say, hugging him tight. "They'll survive."

He huffs.

"Imagine you and me..." You say, smirking and pressing kiss to his neck. "Fancy hotel..." Another kiss. "Endless beach just for us..." Another one. "Date night every night..."

He tilts his head and you keep kissing him, smiling against his skin.

He hums. "What else?" He says, and you can hear the smirk on his voice.

"Mmmm..." You think. "Me wearing a bikini everyday, all the time..." You add with another kiss and he groans. "You'd just have to pull my panties to the side." You bite his neck and by the sound coming out of him you know you've won.

He turns around, kissing you passionately. His hands move to your backside and you pull him closer.

"Have I convinced you?" You ask, a mischievous smile on your face.

He smirks, kissing you again. "Aye, I think so. They'll manage." He says. "Now... What was that about pulling yer panties? I better practice." He says, picking you up and carrying you towards the bedroom.

You laugh, moving your hands to his neck, kissing him again.

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Just when you thought your night couldn't get any worse you were told that there were no more rooms left at the motel you had stopped at. You desperately needed fuel but it was getting dark and you knew if you didn't sleep then you were sure to cause an accident, so you decided you would fill up in the morning and that sleep was the best option right now.

The drive so far had been boring. Straight roads with minimal cars and trees for miles. The only company you had was the radio and the odd bird squawking in the sky. It was peaceful but yet you wished that you had some human company.

"Are you sure there are no rooms left? It doesn't even need to have a private bathroom, I'll take anything at this point" you pleaded with the man who was sat behind the desk. Clearly he didn't care about your situation and you knew he wasn't going to help.

Just as you were about to walk out you heard someone clear their throat. "I um... Have a room" the voice said.

"Well good for you, I'm so happy for you" you sarcastically bit back turning around and facing the man. If you had seen him before you wouldn't have decided to make a sarcastic remark. The man looked like he would be able to kill you with one finger. "Sorry, that was rude" you apologized to him. You could feel your face heating up under his gaze and you wanted to turn around and get out of there.

"I should have worded it better, love. I have a room with a spare couch yer more than welcome to use for the night". You eyed the man up and down and your first thought was 'fuck the couch, I'll take the bed with you' but on the other hand he looked a bit scary if you were honest, with his greying hair, scarred cheeks -which you just wanted to run your fingers over- the black leather jacket.

You thought for a minute. You really did need the rest and would it be so bad if you got murdered by someone as hot as him? "If you're sure, that would be great" you cringed at the small talk and shook your head. You really needed to communicate with men more often.

"The names Chibs. Filip." Chibs extended his hand and you latched onto it.

"Nice to meet you James Bond. I'm Y/N." Chibs smirked and you found yourself smiling back at him.

Chibs gestured for your handbag and you looked at him with your eyebrows raised. "I'm not robbing ye, I'm offering to carry it for ye". You handed the bag over and he slung it over his shoulder. "Follow me" You did as you were told - rather easily - and followed Chibs up a couple of flights of stairs.

You followed him to room number 14 and he opened the door gesturing for you to go in first. It was a decent sized room with a mini fridge, a double bed, the couch you were promised, a wardrobe, a bathroom and some tea and coffee facilities. Chibs placed your bag down on the couch and muttered a "make yerself at home" as he flicked the kettle on. You watched him move around the room with ease as he took his boots off and shrugged his jacket off his shoulders.

"So, what brings a pretty lass like yerself out this way?"

"I'm on my way to Charming. It's this small town with friendly people apparently, I'm starting a new job there actually". You found yourself rambling.

"Very friendly people in Charming" Chibs laughed. "I'm one o' them".

"What are you doing here then, instead of there?"

"Just on the way back from a job. Needed somewhere to sleep for the night. The motel is full because there were a few of us on the job".

"So you're the reason I couldn't get a room!" You jokingly accused him.

"It looks like you have a room to me, darlin'." There was that smirk again.

You yawned and Chibs took that as his cue to leave you in peace. "Change of plan. I'll take the couch, you have the bed".

"That's kind of you, but no thanks, I'm more than happy with the couch".

"Ye sure?" You nodded. "Right, well if ye need anything i'll just be over there" he pointed to the bed in the corner.

You nodded once more. "Thank you". You went into the bathroom and got changed into a t-shirt and some joggers, brushed your teeth and headed to the couch. You glanced at Chibs who was looking at you smiling. You threw him a smile back and lay down, wrapping yourself under the blanket that Chibs kindly gave you.

You awoke to the light breaking through the blinds and illuminating the whole room. You rubbed your eyes and stretched out, sighing with pleasure. It took you a few seconds to register where you were and then you remembered. Motel. Chibs. Couch. You glanced over to the bed and saw Chibs was still soundly asleep, sprawled out, mouth open, snoring slightly. Before you knew what you were doing you had your phone out and you snapped a picture of him.

He looked too peaceful to wake up so you grabbed some tissue from the bathroom and a pen from your bag and scrawled a quick note. "Sorry to leave so early, but the early bird catches the worm. Thanks for the couch, you're a life saver".

You left it on the pillow and slipped quietly out the room. As you left you felt yourself missing his company already. You shook your head and reminded yourself you knew nothing about the man you just shared a room with.

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A Warm Place (1/20)

Pairing:: Robert Williamson x OC Movie:: All About The Benjamins Warnings:: swearing Word Count:: 2,345

I had never met a man like Robert. He was hard to understand unless you really got to know him. I was one of the lucky few to see the inner workings of that man's mind. The stuff that made his blood boil and his skin crawl. But, the two hardest things for anyone to wrap their head around, were his rage and his protective, loving nature for me.

My now ex-boyfriend and I were shopping for a boat. He insisted that the best place to get our yacht was Fountain. I knew nothing about boats, couldn't tell the difference between a pontoon boat and a canoe. So if he said it was the best place, I just took his word for it. When we walked in, I didn't really notice anything too special about the boats, but what did I know? They were big and expensive which was all I got from the excursion. Carl sat beside me at the small desk, talking to the salesman about the boats, the warranty, insurance. I stopped listening after a while and just stared off.

I noticed a balcony near the ceiling of the warehouse. It had a glass wall and railing and a man sat at the desk in front of it. I knew it had to be the manager or the owner just for the simple fact that he could see everything. As I stared up at his back, I wondered about who he was, what it was like up on top of the world. Carl's hand moved on top of mine, pulling me back to earth.

"Right, babe?" he asked. I just nodded and smiled at whatever it was they had been talking about. He could've offered the guy my liver and I agreed to it without realizing it. "Alright," he laughed. "I guess we'll take it!"

"You guess?" I asked, scowling. "What do you mean you guess?" I looked over at him as he laughed. He looked over at the sales guy with a 'can you believe this?' face. I couldn't stand Carl. He acted like he was better than everyone and knew everything.

"Babe," he said, cocking his head to the side. "Did you not hear the man? For twelve hundred dollars, we get a spot at the port!" Poor, idiot Carl. He didn't know a scam right under his nose. "Where're we supposed to put this when we're not cruising the waters? We need a spot at the port!"

I just nodded begrudgingly, rolling my eyes slightly. It was his money, his plan, his boat. I was just along for the ride. I could care less about the thing. If it made him happy, I just went along with it. See, the thing about Carl is he wasn't a billionaire by his own doing. His father started six different multi-billion dollar companies. He had six children. When he died, each of them got one of the businesses. Makes you wonder why his parents had six kids in the first place, but that's a story for a different day.

Carl never had to work in his life. The company he was given was running by itself. He just collected the check from all the dressers and desks that rolled through the factory doors. Even though he didn't do anything, he still acted as though he did everything himself and he was always exhausted. Sitting at that desk as he signed the papers to the boat, I realized how much I couldn't stand him.

I stood up from my chair and he looked up at me, asking, "Where are you going, babe?" I had to get away from him. I didn't want to be near him. It took all of my self-control to not punch him in the face.

"Gonna go look around," I exhaled, waving my finger around the warehouse. As I walked around looking at the grandiose boats, I debated the best course of action for me.

"Can I help ye with somethin', miss?" a voice asked behind me. A man was standing, his hands in the pockets of his grey suit. He was incredibly handsome, his brown hair slicked a little, his brown eyes looking like warm honey. I saw scars on his face, running up from the corners of his mouth and into his cheeks.

I chuckled and smiled awkwardly, "No, I'm okay. Just looking around." He chuckled a little, taking a step closer to me. Something about him made me feel uneasy but also completely calm.

"Is there somethin' ye had in mind?" he asked, stepping closer and looking up at the large vessel I was standing next to.

"No," I shook my head. "My boyfriend's buying one. I was just walking around."

He nodded, "Boyfriend's buyin' ye a boat? Tha's nice."

I smiled, "No, he's not buying it for me. He's buying himself a boat and I need permission to come aboard."

He laughed, raising his eyebrows up in surprise. "Well," he smirked. "If I were him...I'd buy ye the whole world." I chuckled, blushing a little and looking down at the ground. "Which one's he gettin'?"

"I'm not sure," I shrugged. "One of the black and yellow ones." He nodded, looking over at the two boats fitting that description. "I should head back over to him. He's probably wondering why I'm not there." He nodded and I started walking back to Carl.

As I sat down beside him, the man I was speaking to was walking over towards us. Carl was signing the last line on the contract. The man leaned down, speaking into the sales associate's ear. I didn't hear what he was saying back and I desperately wanted to know. He stood up, winked at me, and then walked away behind the boats.

"We're able to give you the dock space and the five-year warranty for free," the guy said.

"Wow, really?" Carl chuckled. "You hear that, babe?"

I stared up at the balcony and saw him staring down at me smiling. "Loud and clear," I grinned.

When we went back a few days later, I looked around for him. Something about him just reeled me in. Carl had more papers to sign as I wandered around, claiming to be looking at the boats. I didn't feel bad looking for him with Carl right there. Carl and I were on the fringe anyway. He just kept me around for show. He even told me that in one of our biggest blowups. I knew he was cheating on me with at least three other girls. So if I was gonna wander from him, I was doing it rightly so.

As I walked around, I heard a commotion upstairs on the balcony. It sounded like someone speaking loud enough to be intimidating, but quiet enough that the people down on the floor wouldn't overhear. I just kept walking around, noticing Carl standing on top of the boat and making someone take his picture. He looked ridiculous.

"Yer boyfriend knows how to take a picture," he laughed behind me, making me jump. I spun around to face him. He was wearing a pale blue suit that day and I would be lying if I said he didn't look good in it.

"He thinks he does anyway," I added. "Thanks for giving him that deal the other day."

He shrugged, waving his hand and turning his head to look at Carl climbing over the seats of the boat to get a better picture. "When're ye gonna dump tha' idiot?" he asked not looking at me, almost as if he meant to say that in his head.

"And date who? You?" I smirked.

"Sure," he chuckled. "Come back Saturday night and I'll show ye my worth."

I blushed at his comment, averting my eyes from him when Carl yelled, "Hey, babe!" I groaned, rolling my eyes and turning to the man I hated most in the world. "Come here, let's do the Titanic thing! I'm King of the World!"

"You're an asshole is what you are," I muttered as I walked over to Carl. I heard him laugh behind me. Glancing back at him, I saw him smiling, softening his rock-hard exterior. His dimples became so pronounced it was all I could see. "I'm not going up there, Carl," I scoffed, crossing my arms.

"Come on, babe, it'll be fun," he smirked, reaching down for me.

I shook my head, "No, you can have the fun."

"Your loss," he shrugged.

When we got home after taking the boat into the water, I packed up all of my things and left. He didn't ask where I was going, too busy talking to his sidepiece. I took my key off the ring and dropped it on the counter before pulling the door open and walking out.

I didn't know where to go other than my mother's house. She kicked me out a few months after I met Carl. She was not a fan of him and I wished I listened to her warnings. As I stood on her front porch, ducking from the torrential rain above my head, I knocked on the door. It felt like forever for her to open the door.

"Nina?" she asked surprised to see me after our fight. "Get out of the rain!" she yelled, pulling me into the house. I was dripping, soaked from head to toe. I set down my wet bag on the floor and looked up at her. "What're you doing here?" she smiled softly.

"I left Carl," I sighed. "I was hoping I could stay here until I find somewhere else to go."

She smiled, pulling me into a hug despite how wet my clothes were. "Of course, honey," she sighed. "Let's get you dried off."

When she pulled away from me, I looked at her, confused about what happy pill my mother was taking to make her act like that. She took my wet clothes, putting them into the dryer, and gave me some warm, comfortable clothes. I sat at the kitchen table, eating the pasta she made for me.

"Why'd you break up with him?" she asked, breaking the comfortable silence I was enjoying.

I shrugged, "I was sick of his antics," as I shoved more penne into my face. "Plus, he's an asshole."

"What'd he do?" she sighed, rubbing her forehead and then leaning on her elbow.

"We just fought...all the time. Then, pretends everything is okay, calling me 'babe'. Cheats behind my back," I sighed, zoning out as I stared at the table. "It's about time I left his ass." I laughed, causing her to jump. "He bought a boat." She chuckled awkwardly at the statement. "Sorry, 'It's a yacht, babe'," I scoffed, lowering my voice to mimic him.

She asked, "What does he need a yacht for?"

I mumbled, "He's compensating for something." My mother didn't say anything, just stared me down. "What?" I scoffed. "He is. Using Daddy's money to try to make himself feel better."

"What're you going to do for money?" she asked me, ignoring everything else I had said.

I shrugged, "I have some money in savings and I'm still working so I'll be fine. Just need a place to go."

"Well," she sighed, standing up and taking my plate from me even though there was still food on it. "You're welcome to stay here as long as you like if you want to put more in savings."

After two days of living with her, I remembered why I was so glad to move out in the first place. I found an apartment that could take me at the beginning of the month when the past leases had ended. I just had to last two weeks and then I was home free.

When Saturday night came, I was laying on the couch while my mother watched some Hallmark movie. She was more desperate for love than I was. Twiddling my thumbs, staring up at the ceiling, I couldn't stop thinking about the boss's offer from when Carl got his boat. I couldn't stop thinking about him.

I stood from the couch and went to my old room that had been turned into a guest room. Grabbing my jacket and my keys, I walked to the front door. "I'm going out. Don't wait up," I said, turning the knob.

"Why would I wait up?" she asked, pausing her movie. "You're twenty-four. I don't need to keep tabs on you anymore."

You never kept tabs on me.

"Well, I was just saying," I exhaled, trying so hard not to lose my head. "Good night." She hummed a reply and hit play.

It was almost eight-thirty when I got to the warehouse. I was surprised the lights were still on. Walking up to the door, I couldn't believe I was actually doing it. I was actually going to the door, knocking on the glass, waiting for him to come down. I didn't even know his name. I didn't know his name. Starting to panic a little, I turned back, heading for my car.

"Hey," he called. "Where ye goin'?" I turned around, looking back at him.

"What's your name?" I asked.

He laughed, "What?"

I repeated myself, "What's your name?" He laughed, putting his hands in his pockets. "Listen, I'm not going in there with you until I know your name and I really want to go in there, so please, just tell me your fucking name."

"Robert," he chuckled. "Robert Williamson." He wasn't just the boss, he was the owner. "Wha's yer's, darlin'?"

"Nina Vig," I smirked.

Robert smiled, "Nice to meet ye. Now, ye comin' inside or wha'?" I nodded, walking over to him.

The closer I got, the faster my heart pounded in my chest. The closer I got, the wider his smile got. The closer I got, the bigger his eyes staring back at me. I stopped in front of him, gazing up into his brown eyes.

"After ye," he whispered, pushing the door open, gesturing for me to go first.