FP Held the door open for Dizzy and she saw a snake head painted on the banner above. Next to it the name Whyte Wyrm. She smiled as she gazed at the snake and looked at FP Who was staring at her. Dizzy walked in and gazed around. Men were in leather jackets and had the two snakes on the back making an S. But they were merged together.

This was a gang. Dizzy thought as she had seen the jackets. She wasn't complaining. Quite the opposite actually. She felt relatively safe. As bad as that sounds, she felt safe knowing the gang was here. If anything happened the boys were on it.

FP watched Dizzy carefully as she looked around. The boys were looking at her weirdly, they hadn't had any new people in here in a while. But they saw FP Behind her and looked away knowing that she could be business or just a date.

Dizzy's attention was on the pool table. She smirked and pointed at it. "Are you any good?" FP looked over to where she was pointing at and he smirked.

He leaned in very close to her and looked at her apple green eyes. "Very good." She smiled and walked to the bar taking a stool. Jones sat next to her and they both ordered a few beers. "So. Why did you come out here from Charming?" FP asked her leaning his elbow on the counter.

Dizzy placed her beer down and looked at him. "Just some issues back there." She says in a sweet and short sentence. She didn't want to tell him the real reason. He would probably judge her like every other guy she has dated.

"Well, what kind of issue?" He tilts his head and Dizzy sighed with a little chuckle. She grabbed the beer and chugged it down knowing this was gonna be a horrible night full of judging. She finished the bottle and placed it down.

"If I tell you, you can't get angry or even judge. Usually, people are quick to judge before hearing the whole story. A lot too." Dizzy says pushing her blonde hair away from her face. Her green eyes stared into his blue ones. "When I was young. Really before I was born. My mother had made a deal with a Gang called The Son's of Anarchy." FP's eyes widened and she sighed. "Yeah, I know. The badest gang anyone could ever be involved in." He leaned on the bar table a bit more. "So, my mom died in some freak car accident. My dad turned-" She stopped herself. She was not going to tell him that.

"My dad took her spot in the gang and he died in a house fire. The Gang was like my brothers. They cared for us and we all looked out for one another." FP listened and most guys would have stopped her. They didn't care what she said. "But it was in the past when I found out my father was murdered instead of a freak accident, like the candle was still burning." The bar tender gave her another beer. She smiled and took it.

FP watched her perfect pink lips touch the brown glass. She was gorgeous. "But My Brother joined. Took over and now I'm pissed because the same man who was in The Sons had murdered my father and my little brother just joined like he was born with the leading crown." Dizzy scolded herself. She hated the feeling of letting her baby brother join the gang.

"How old are you if you don't mind me asking." Dizzy smiled and looked at her bottle.

"I, Mr. Jones, am exactly 23 years old." Dizzy took another drink and raised an eyebrow when she saw his face look disappointed. "How about you Mr. J?" She asked leaning on the table. FP smiled at the nickname.

"I'm old enough to be your dad." Dizzy rolled her eyes and leaned closer to him.

"You know what I think?" He was curious. He shouldn't be having feelings for a girl twenty years younger than him.

"What?" He smirked and she licked her lips as her green eyes looked over his face. His beautiful face. FP had small wrinkles but they made him look sexy as hell. His smile was just so contagious. Don't even start on that musky Intoxicating smell he has.

"I think, age doesn't matter. As long as the two people are enjoying one another and love each other. Age is just an illusion we humans made up to have our perfect lives more perfect." FP wasn't expecting that at all. Was she hinting that she liked him?

The song on the jukebox was Me and Mr. Jones. It was funny and perfect for the moment. Dizzy looked over at it and her face was just inches away from his own. His minty breath fanned out on her face and she loved it.

"What kind of fuckery is this?" Dizzy sang along and smirked at FP. "How appropriate." Dizzy says and finished another bottle of beer. "I should get going. I have to look for some jobs in the morning." Dizzy stood up and FP stood up as well following close behind her.

He wasn't expecting her to leave so soon. But he put his jacket in and walked out with her to his but Dizzy stopped walking. "You never told me how old you are." She turned on her heels and looked at him. FP chuckled and leaned on the truck leaning down to her face.

"I'm 47 years old, sweetheart." The new nickname made her shiver. Dizzy smiled and turned before the tension go any thicker. She got in and waited for FP who was running a hand over his face and cursing under his breath. What the hell was she doing to him?

FP started the truck and drove back to the trailer park.It was silent until the radio started playing a song softly breaking that silence. "So?" Dizzy says and FP looked at her than the road. "Since your 47. Does that mean you have a wife and kids?" She asked so bluntly. That was Dizzy. Always so quick to tell the truth and if it was to be a secrete she could keep it until she died.

"Actually yes. I have kids." Dizzy face looked upset and FP saw this. "But my wife and I had split up when she took our daughter and left. Jughead is the only one I got left." Dizzy than had hope in her eyes again.

"Well that's just a bitch move. Why did she just leave you both here?" FP sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

"She left because I'm a Serpent. The gang you saw around the bar." He explained and she nods her head. "She couldn't handle the fact that I was putting not only myself but them in danger. So she took Jellybean and left." He looked upset and Dizzy touched his arm. She could feel him tense up and she couldn't help but drool a bit. Damn this man was hot as hell.

"If no one doesn't except who you are and what you do, they aren't worth your time." She pulled her hand back and FP found himself missing her touch. "I found that out the hard way. No one would hire me because I was apart of The Sons. My boyfriend left me because of it. Than I just got sick of it and I was also hurting Pinky. So Jax took over." FP knew what that felt like.

"Well, if it's worth anything," He looked at her when he pulled up to the house. "That boyfriend of yours is stupid to let a beautiful woman, like you, go." Dizzy chuckled and shook her head. She didn't believe that. Never had and the scares on her body wasn't pretty either.

"Thank you FP. I had fun tonight." She smiled softly and he nods his head. Dizzy leaned over to him and kissed his cheek. His stubble pricked her lips and it made her smile. It felt good. "Night Mr. Jones." She opened the door and got out.

The radio in FPs truck started to play Every breath you take by The Police. He had no idea why but this girl was doing things to him and he didn't know whether to worship her or spank her.

He shook his head trying not to think about the way her hips swayed as she stepped on the steps to the door. Her hair glowed in the moon light and her lips were glossy with her tounge she used to keep them moist. It made them so kissable. So rosy and pink. He wanted to just suck the air from her lungs. He wanted her under him and he had no idea why he was falling so quickly. He just met the girl for a day and he's already fantasizing.

"Miss. Smith what have you done to me?" FP asked himself and shut the car off and got out to go to his trailer where his thoughts would be consumed by the lovely Dizzy Smith. He could hardly sleep as the music went through his head as he rewinds the night.