So firstly, this is my first imagine. Ever. So I really hope you like this. It hasn’t been proof read so sorry about that. Secondly, if you do like it, requests are always open 😊
You sat at the bar of the SAMCRO clubhouse, inhaling the smell of alcohol, smoke, weed and sex, as you sipped your whiskey, smiling as you looked around taking in the regular site of the place on a Friday night, waving at each familiar face that passed you by. Home.
Thinking back it was hard to believe that it hadn’t always been this way, hard to believe that just over two years ago you were the stereotypical good college girl. A cardigan wearing, ponytail sporting, good girl. Who never smoked, drank, and was always to shy to ever talk to a guy, never even having had your first kiss. Deciding to run away, and relocate in the middle of the night to some small town in California was the best decision you had ever made. And becoming one of the SAMCRO princesses was the best accident, after Gem had taken a liking to you and offered you a job at the garage. The boys had all become family, one in particular.
You fought a smile as you thought about how gorgeous you looked tonight, a Burgundy halter neck crop top, paired with black, ripped high waisted skinny jeans, your favourite black boots, all tied together with a simple smokey eye and nude lip, your thick [H/C] hair, in its naturally wild state. But you couldn’t hide it any longer when you looked across the room, your eyes locking with the icey blue ones of your old man. Tig, who cast you a cheeky smirk, even from the other side of the room you could see his eyes skimming your body. You and Tig had confessed your love for each other after a rather tumultuous first year, and you had gotten his crow, a couple of months later. It was a strange relationship but it worked. You loved the wild side he bought out in you, and he loved the way you calmed his demons.
However, that smirk quickly turned to an angry glare, which confused you until you noticed the man standing next to you, causing you to role your eyes.
Brayden. Brayden was a new prospect who had only joined in the last day or so, and had had his eyes glued to your chest since then, that coupled with the creepy comments you had been receiving all day had you at wits end. So when he started to speak, there was no hiding your look of disgust, which he was clearly oblivious too.
“Hey sweetheart, what do you say you and I go check out the apartment together” he drawled out with a wink.
You scoffed, although he hadn’t been around the club very long, you found it hard to believe he could be so dense as not to realise you were Tigs old lady.
“Yeah, not gonna happen.”
“Come on baby, you know you girls are just around to look after the members”
This cant be happening, you laughed to yourself, he thinks you are a crow eater. You could see Tig start to make his way over, stopping to give you a look of questioning concern, you gave him a subtle shake of your head. You were going to handle this your way.
“But the last time I checked you weren’t a member” you said, looking up at him from your whiskey. This seemed to touch a nerve for him, because his face suddenly got very plain, the shit eating, cocky grin from before long gone.
He placed him arm around your shoulder, his hand sliding down over your breast. Now this really pissed you off. At this point you could have just handed him over to Tig, Happy, Chibs, or Jax, really any of the boys who were now watching protectively out of the corner of their eyes. But regardless whether you were a crow eater or not, this prick should have known better than to disrespect any girl.
You turned into him with your most sultry expression, your [E/C] eyes looking deeply into his.
“Go wait outside near the ring, i’ll be there in just a minuet” you said in a low voice with a seductive wink.
With a cocky smirk he turned to strut outside.
You walked over to Jax who was now standing with Tig, leaning in close to whisper to them both.
You walked through the club door, towards Brayden who met your eyes with a look of such self confidence it made you want to vomit. That look slowly faded when he noticed the boys behind you.
“Hey, whats, whats uh, whats goin’ on?” He stuttered out.
You strutted right past him, climbing over the ropes into the ring, as Jax addressed Brayden.
“Get in the ring” he said, his face stoney, his voice full of seriousness.
With a raise of his brow, Happy and Juice, grabbed Brayden by the arms and threw him into the ring.
He hauled himself up off the floor, as you locked eyes with him, before he glances back at Jax.
“Listen, if she’s one of your sluts, thats fine Ill back off, just don’t hurt me” he blubbered out, slightly pathetic for a man of his stature.
“Oh we’re not gonna hurt ya’”, Brayden breathed a sigh of relief at this “She is.” he stated matter of factly.
He looked up at you, in time for you to land a punch square to his jaw before stepping back, allowing him up.
“Im not going to hit a -“ he was interrupted as you landed a kick to the side of his head, followed by several blows to his gut. After less than a minuet he was down, clearly not getting back up.
You crouched down close to him, grabbing a fistful of his hair, pulling his head up to look at you, as you pulled up the base of your crop top to reveal the crow tattoo that resided below your bust.
“See this. I belong to him” you state, dropping your shirt to point at Tig. “Understood?”, he half heartedly nods, as you climb out of the ring, the blows clapping at cheering, patting you on the back as you saunter to Tig.
He wraps his arms around you, as you rest your head against his chest inhaling the familiar scent.
“Is it wrong that that really turned me on?” You laugh, slapping his chest, as he presses a kiss to your forehead.
