It was a cool Friday night in the middle of April. Blair and the rest of Nevermore had been invited to a bonfire by an old friend of the club. As usual, Blair is hesitant to go, but decides to go anyway. She can't hide away forever, and her boys were itching for a good time. Since her wedding, she doesn't like going to public events of any sorts. Needless to say, she will be on guard the whole night.

         As they were all gathering at the clubhouse before they left, Blair sat in her little office anxious about the night. Ricky, her vice president walks in.

         "Ready to go boss?" he says startling her. She jumps and glares at him before answering.

         "Yeah, are the boys?"

         Ricky nods. "You know we don't have to do this. We know how you are at gatherings, especially ones with other crews." He says looking at her concerned. Blair gets up and puts on her vest. She's wearing her ripped up skinny jeans and her cropped tank top exposing all her tattoos. As she turns around she laughs.

         "I will be fine. We can't be a ghost forever. We have to make our presence known especially me." She says as they walk outside. Waiting for them are the rest of her boys. All 23 boys are lined up ready to go. They even got her bike out for her. She turns to them before getting on, smiling and nodding. She then gets on her bike and they head off for the twenty minute ride to the swamps near the French Quarter.

         As they pull up, they all park their bikes and look at Blair. She smiles, "Go have fun boys, ya'll know the rules. Don't start shit and don't steal someone's bitch." They laugh and head off. Ricky stays behind with her.

         "Want me to stay with you? You're not comfortable I can tell."

         "Thanks, but I'm sure I will be okay. We have 23 people roaming around, if I need anything I will give the signal." She says as she tries hiding her concern.

         They walk to the bar before Ricky splits off. Around Blair are at least 100 people from different clubs. She knew at somepoint she will be approached by a handful of guys and she already had eyes watching her as she walked through. Being a female in a male dominated world was one thing, but to be a president was almost a sin as a female in the biker world. While other girls were there as property, she was there as one of the guys. What Blair wouldn't expect, was what was about to happen next.

         From across the bonfire, Jackson Braven the president of Spartans MC, was sitting with his boys talking about how he needs a rider. Out of the corner of his eye he catches Blair sitting across from them on one of the logs. He turns to his vice president Blackmoon, "Who is that chick with the grey hair? Do you know who she belongs to?"

         Black moon then replied, "That's Blair Storms. She's the president of Nevermore MC." Jackson looks back at her. "The ghost girl? You're bullshitting. Imagine getting the ghost girl to be my rider." Jackson laughs. David, his sergeant, laughs and turns to him.

         "Make a move. Rumor has it she is single, and I mean think about it. Having ghost girl on your bike would boost your rep bro." David had just given him a great idea. He quickly stood up and grabbed two beers as he made his way to her.

         "Excuse me miss, is this seat taken? Seen you sitting alone so I thought I'd bring you a drink." Jackson says.

         Blair looks up at the strange yet attractive man. "Go ahead and thank you I guess. I'm Blair, but you probably already knew that." She laughs taking the drink. Jackson sits next to her and smiles at her. He didn't realize how beautiful she was until he got close to her. "No girl at my party has a patch or sits alone. Im Jackson, I'm preside-"

         "Of Spartans MC. It's nice to meet you. I've seen you and your boys around." She smiles at him and he smiles back. Jackson feels great knowing the ghost girl knew of him. "So, you have heard of me. Two legends having a beer together at a party. For a ghost you're pretty cute."

         She sighs. She knew this was coming. Just another guy interested in trying to hook up with the ghost girl, a nickname the entire biker community had given her. She looks at him and her tone changed from kind to a bit annoyed. "If you call me by any nickname, you can call me Kitty. Also, don't think you will get anywhere. Not being rude but I know for a fact if things went your way, your rep would go through the roof."

         Jackson looked at her in shock. He didn't realize she could read people like a book and was brave enough to speak to him like that. In that moment he realized she wasn't just a legend, but just like any other biker. She was special though and he could tell.

         "Blair I'm sorry if I offended you. I'm not trying to hook up with you. Is it so wrong if someone is curious and wants to actually get to know you?" he put his hand on her knee. Ricky rushed over to her.

         "Boss you good?" he asks as he glares at Jackson. Jackson stands up quickly glaring back.

         "We are fine here Ricky. Thank you." She says as she grabs Jackson's hand as he sits back down. She chuckles, "Sorry about him, my VP is protective." Ricky walks away but keeps an eye on her.

         "Damn, you got your boys whipped don't you?" Jackson laughs.

         "I mean loyalty is everything with my boys. Some like Ricky have been through hell and back with me. They know I don't go to events." She said. Blair is happy her boys have her back, but he couldn't have come in at a worse time. She found Jackson attractive, and for the first time since Jay passed, she liked someone. It was something about how he was carrying himself.

         "That's why I was shocked to find out you were here at my bonfire. We share territory and yet we haven't seen you, just your boys. We just met but if you ever need anything I'm here." Jackson says and for the first time he actually meant what he said to a girl. He wanted to get to know her more. They talked for about another hour before they started hearing sirens in the distance.

         They both jumped up and rushed with the rest of the partiers and got on their bikes booking it out of there. Blair and her boys met up at the clubhouse and everyone was accounted for. She couldn't help but think if her new found friend made it out okay.

         The next day, as usual, her boys stayed on the low to avoid the cops. Blair basically lived at the clubhouse so she just cleaned up a bit with the help of some of the boys. The rest were either with their families or checking on the businesses. Blair was smiling a little more then usual and Carlos and Chris noticed.

         "What has blessed us with you smiling Blair?" Carlos asked. Him and Chris laughed.

         Embarrassed Blair looked at them. "Can a girl be happy or maybe of had fun last night? Damn I ain't going to be miserable my whole life." She snapped trying to hide her face that was turning red. That's when Ricky came in.

         "Did it have anything to do with Mr. Spartan MC? You two seemed to get pretty close last night. You don't talk to people. Mind telling us what's up?" he called her out. Her own VP had called her out and she didn't know how to respond. Her face was red. She had forgotten that her boys would watch her like a hawk.

         "SPAR- YOU WERE TALKING TO THE PRESIDENT OF FUCKING SPARTANS?!" Chris and Carlos both yelled. Caught. Blair had to be quick.

         "Am I suppose to stay to myself at parties? We knew people would talk to me. Jackson isn't that bad. He was kinda sweet, though I know he had other intentions." She said trying to cover it up.

         "Bitch you were flirting with him, don't lie to me. You gotta be careful. He's no good, you don't need to get hurt. And we don't need a turf war." Ricky says annoyed.

         Blair felt the tension. "So what if I was? Haven't looked at anyone since..." she went silent before speaking again. "He's attractive but nothing will happen. Trust me. No one is getting the rep of hooking up with me." She was heated. "I'm going to go for a ride." She storms off. Hearing her boys try telling her what to do irritated her. They tried to follow and she just gave them a nasty look.

         Once she got on her bike and left the clubhouse she just kept riding. The first few miles were a blur. Soon she finds herself near the French Quarter. What snapped her out of her daze was hearing honking from besides her. She looked and there was Jackson and his boys. They were out for a ride, like the cops didn't crash their party. She kept riding. Jackson was obviously trying to show off. He had his boys and kept looking at her. To any other girl, that would be impressive, but to Blair, it wasn't. Soon she seen him quickly try to brake. The prius in front of him slammed on their brakes and he ate the back of it. Blair pulled off and ran over to him.

         "Jackson you good?" she asks as his boys helped him up. He looked at her shocked.

         "Just a scratch. It's all good."

         She looks at him then at his bike. Only damage was scratched paint from hitting the ground. He picked up his bike and got back on it. "So what brings you back so soon Kitty?" he asks trying not to look embarrassed.

         "Had to clear my head. Didn't realize I came this far." She looked around feeling uneasy without her boys.

         "Kitty, we ain't going to hurt you. Your safe. We don't go after chicks or the innocent." He comforts her fears.

         She takes the pen she always carried out of her pocket and walks over grabbing his hand. She wrote her number down. "Here, you try too hard but I think you earned it." As she wrote her number she noticed little scars on his arm. She could tell he was a fighter at that moment and made her respect him a little more. She smiles at him before returning to her bike.

"I'm going to go back to the clubhouse. They are probably worried about me. And don't worry, I won't speak of you eating a prius" she laughed and drove off.

            Jackson and his boys just watched her drive off. All of a sudden his boys burst out laughing. He turns around. "What's so funny?" he asks.

         David speaks up. "You ate a fucking prius trying to impress her. How does that make you feel?" David says as the rest laugh more.

         "Shut the fuck up. It doesn't mean shit."

         "Sorry but you fucking like her and blew it by eating a prius." David said.

         "How did that bumper taste?" another member yelled.

         At this point Jackson is heated. Bad enough he made a fool of himself in front of Blair but now his boys are picking on him.

         "How about ya'll shut the fuck up before I make you all go help the prospects on their shit!" He said rather pissy. Jackson then starts his bike and they begin driving off to continue his ride. On the bright side, he got her number.