Carmen Flores is a 17 year old bartender and stripper in Nevada. She soon finds out who her father is after her mother dies from a drug overdose leaving her with nobody...until she stumbled across a biker club that took her in as their own. Now fina...
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Arriving back at my apartment, I immediately crashed on my couch. Today was shit, to say the least. I now knew who my father was, well really just his name. But that wasn't the worst of it, I knew there was something Jury knew but wasn't telling me and I intend on finding out what that is exactly.
What I truly needed right now was some rest. Checking the time, it was 5:30, so I'd be okay to nap for a good hour before showering, getting ready and heading over to the club. As I laid back and shut my eyes I began to think of the first thing that would keep my mind off my dad which ended up being Nigel.
FLASHBACK
I swung my hips with the rhythm of the slow, sexy music as the flickering bright lights shined down on me, warming my body in the skimpy black lingerie I had on. Through the lights, I saw that face again. The same face that sat in that same booth at the same time every night, for the past week. The first time I'd see him in the night was during my dance and he'd leave right after I finished. At this point I'd grown curious so tonight I decided I would confront him. My song was going to be over soon so I did a small dance on the silver pole before sliding down to the point where I was on all fours and crawled towards the front of the stage. As men began stuffing money into my stockings and the top and bottom of my bustier, I kept my eyes on him. The entire time I kept my eyes on him, and only him as he did the same. I wasn't sure if this man was real or not, it felt like a dream or as if I was in a trance as I got up and strutted through the tables and booths towards him. He tilted his head up a bit as I got closer, intrigued by my actions as we held our stare. I bit my lip as I approached the edge of the table at his booth and stuck out my hand, elegantly for him to take. He didn't break our stare he as took it with such delicacy and stood up. He then lightly tugged at the bottom of his navy suit jacket to fix its placement. I smirked before pulling him close with a strong grip so that our noses were practically touching. It was his turn to smirk. I pulled him to the front and centre of the table before dropping in a quick, swift movement, spreading my legs with one hand on my knee, the other still placed in his hand. I got a few hollers and whistles from the audience when I dropped but they quickly silenced after I let go of the man above me's hand and ran my hands up his thighs while gazing up at him with my big brown eyes and an innocent look on my face. This turned him on because I watched carefully as his look of interest quickly turned to one of lust and desire. I reached one hand further up to just above his belt before taking his hand in the other and guiding it towards my cheek, where his thumb brushed over my plump bottom lip which I then bit once his touch was gone as he ran his hand through my dark locks. He then did exactly what I wanted him to do, he changed his grip on my hair and tugged it back so that I got an upside-down view of the stage and audience, perfectly on the last beat of my music. I didn't notice I had also changed my grip on him to a tighter one on his dress shirt so that I wouldn't lose my balance. The men roared, whistled and catcalled once I was done. I smiled before rolling my head back up to look into the eyes of the man who currently towered above me, his grip still firm in my hair. I smirked as he began to let go and finally looked away from me, clearing his throat while adjusting himself. I got up and observed his every move before he looked back to me as we stared intently into each other eyes for what felt like an eternity.
"Carmen." I told him, starting to collect and count the money that was stuffed in my lingerie. He smiled as if he'd just finally accomplished this big goal of finding out my name.
"Nigel." He stated with that lustful gaze still fresh in his eyes.
END OF FLASHBACK
As I opened my eyes I realized it had already gotten darker. I checked my phone to see a couple of missed calls from Jury. I sighed knowing he probably felt bad for the way things were left when I left the club today. I decided to call him but he didn't pick up so I left him a voicemail.
"Hey Jury, it's me. I saw your missed calls and thought I'd call you back." I started before pausing and sighing. "I'm about to eat before I get ready and head out..." I rambled on not knowing where I was going with this. "L-Look, how about you come by after my shift at the club. I'll be done at 11:00...I, uh, I hope you can make it." I finished before hanging up.
I took a deep breath before putting my phone down and getting up off the couch. I made a big stretch while letting out a yawn. I really did hope Jury would come by the club to discuss things, I needed it after finding out I had a dad. I didn't even know if he was alive or not. I didn't know how to feel about all this and I needed someone at this time, I needed Jury.
TIME SKIP JURY'S P.O.V.
The ceremony for the Patch Over just finished. I was uneasy about becoming a son, the Devil's Tribe members are old but Jax reassured me that me and my boys would be fine. I wasn't convinced. But I knew they were serious and thought this was for the best, since Clay himself rode down here. Clay, the man I also now know to be the father of my little angel who was God's gift to this club. She brought the humour and light to conflict or situation. That smile of hers lit up a room, kinda like Clay's did. Myself and the other members discussed the situation and we agreed to the patch over, which lost me quite a few guys. I knew things were changing now, I just hoped they were for the better.
"Jury, Carmen called you back." Needles told me with my phone in his hand. I slapped his back and thanked him before listening to the message Carmen left me.
"Hey Jury, it's me. I saw your missed calls and thought I'd call you back." She said into the phone. "I'm about to eat before I get ready and head out..." she tiredly explained. "L-Look, how about you come by after my shift at the club." She suggested. I sighed not knowing how to go about this considering we'd be starting the patch over party soon and Clay being here. "I'll be done at 11:00, I, uh, I hope you make it." That was the last thing she said before she hung up. Poor thing, she sounded so tired and stressed.
Clay and his guys came in looking for an answer. I looked from Jax to Clay.
"We're ready."
Clay and Jax instantly smiled. Clay walked past me to tear down the Devil's Tribe tapestry as Jax stripped me of my denim kutte and replaced it with the new 'Sons of Anarchy Nevada' leather kutte. We all watched as Clay spray painted the letters SOA in place of where the tapestry was. Jax took me in a big hug as we patted each others backs and I turned to Clay.
"Let's take the party to one of my strip clubs out on 95. You can check out the basement for those guns while we're there." I looked to Jax who Clay also looked to before everyone grew smirks on their faces.
"Sounds good to me brother." Clay said with a chuckle before taking my hand and bringing me in for a hug. If only he knew why we were really heading over there.
