Time's Got This

Chapter One - Jakki

       I've lived in Charming all my life, except for the time I managed to escape. I left after high school to live in New Mexico. I became homesick and returned. Upon returning, I needed a job. I went to an old friend, Tara Knowles. She asked her husband to hook me up with a job as a bartender at his club. Sure enough, he did.

       Tara dropped me off at the MC. Her husband Jax was waiting for me outside.

"You Jakki?" He tucked a cigarette between his lips and looked down at me.

       I nodded at the tall blonde. "Yeah. You Jax?"

"That I am." He chuckled. "Ready to start bartending?"

"I guess I have to be."

"We have some thirsty boys." He ushered me inside.

       I was met by a group of men who were all dressed, of course, in denim and leather.

"Juice! You're being laid off!" Jax yelled at the man behind the counter. He had a short Mohawk and matching tattoos on the side of his head.

"Awe, man. I'm gonna miss doing something I don't get paid for." He fake pouted. He then smiled at me. "Are you the new help?"

"Yep. Jakki." I held out my hand, which he took and kissed.

"Juice. Nice to meet you." He winked.

"She's not a sweet butt. Get outta here." A gruff voice said.

       I turned to see a man who stood taller and heavier than Jax. He had grey hair and wore sun glasses.

"This is Clay. He's our president." Jax informed me.

"If these boys give you any unwanted trouble, you tell me." He took his glasses off and tucked them into his shirt.

"Thanks." I nodded and looked at Jax. "Um, what's a sweet butt?" I was familiar with some lingo but that was new.

"Basically a free whore." Jax looked down at me.

"Oh." I looked away from him and at all the girls in the place.

"Some are old ladies, some are sweet butts." He patted my shoulder. "You know how to do this or do you need Juice to give you a run down?"

"I bartended before I came here. I'm fine."

"Good. I'll leave you to it." He disappeared into the crowd.

       I got to serving drinks and letting people introduce themselves. I met Bobby, Tig, Happy, Rat. I couldn't help but think they had weird names. There was a guy named Half-Sack.

       It got late and most disappeared to go fuck and crash. There was no one left so I began to clean up.

       While I was cleaning up, I let glancing down at the timer on my wrist. The timer that told me when I'd meet my soulmate. I was down to a little over a minute left. My soulmate was either a biker or a friend of them. Great.

"Juice!" I heard a thick Scottish accent yell from the other room, followed by foot steps. "You know what I want get on-."

       I looked up and saw a man with jet black hair that had some white streaks in it and a goatee that complimented the look. He had scars that came from each corner of his mouth. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw me with a broom in hand.

       My wrist buzzed and I looked down to see "00:00:00:00" written across my wrist. There was a buzz from the man and he looked at his wrist.

       I cleared my throat and looked down at the floor as I leaned the broom against the wall. "What can I get you?" I walked behind the counter.

"Just a beer." He spoke softly and sat at the counter.

       I got him his beer and went back to sweeping. I could feel his eyes burning into my back but I ignored it.

       There were footsteps and then a gentle but firm hand on my arm. "Sit down."

       I did as told and sat down at a table. The Scotsman sat across from me.

"What's your name, lass?" He leaned back and looked at me.

       I glanced at him and said nothing. He was my soulmate, I was his. I had no idea what to do when something like this happened. I had no time to think about it. Do we just get to the relationship or what?

"We can't ignore this." He spoke again.

"Jacqueline but I go by Jakki." I spoke quietly. "Yours?"

"Filip but they call me Chibs."

"Really? Slang for a street blade?" I finally looked up at him.

       He chuckled. "It gave me this." He rubbed his scar. "Thought it was appropriate."

       I smiled a little. "Do you have a last name, Chibs?"

"Telford. Do you have a last name, Jakki?"

"Davis." I crossed my arms. "Are you from Scotland or something?"

"I am." He leaned forward and rested his arms on the table.

"How the hell are you here?"

"You get mixed up in this business, you know. Long story." He paused. "How are you here?"

"I'm the new bartender." I leaned forward as well. "I needed a job and a job I got."

"You better hope you just stay bartender, sweetheart."

"I don't think you're at the liberty to call me sweetheart yet."

"I will be soon," he winked. "Can I at least ask you to call me Filip instead?"

"Fine, Filip."

He grinned, causing me to smile like an idiot. He was charming and I did find him attractive. His accent was something that drew me closer.

"I need to finish my job." I stood.

"Okay. You can be mine after." He looked up at me.

I could feel him watching me with every step I took but I didn't mind. He was apparently my soulmate and he was a handsome one at that. I just hoped he was a good soulmate.

"I'm done." I said as I wipes the bar down a final time.

"Good." He stood and pushed his stool in.

I locked up and followed him outside. I told him I was gonna call a cab but he insisted on giving me a ride home.

"You're gonna have to put up with me. It's the least I can do," He begged. "Every girl loves a man on a bike."

I gave into him and hopped on the back of his bike. I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head against his back to protect myself from the wind. He smelled like a lovely mixture of cigarettes, whiskey, and cologne.

He stopped at my address and I hopped off. He did as well and walked me to my door.

"I'll see you later. Probably tomorrow." I said as I unlocked the door.

"You definitely will."

"Goodnight." I was about to step in and close the door when he grabbed my waist.

"They say to leave them wanting more, yeah?"

He leaned in and kissed me, pressing his body against mine. I couldn't help but melt into the kiss as I wrapped my arms around his neck.

"Goodnight." He said after he pulled away.

"Night." I said breathlessly.

He chuckled and walked off to his bike.

A/N: this is kinda cheesy but I wanted a Chibs fic so I wrote one.