A/N: I am totally hooked on Sons of Anarchy even though it's just started. This will naturally follow the story line of the series but I may do a little changing of things.
Naturally the car would pick that exact moment to decide to start smoking. Like a fucking movie it was way to cliché for her taste. She banged on the steering wheel and managed to pull the car over into the parking lot.
Melanie sat there for a few minutes listening to the Kid Rock song playing on the radio before she cut the engine off, grabbed her purse and got out of the smoking piece of shit her father had bought for her several years ago as a college graduation gift.
An air gun was being used in the dimly lit garage and she could make out the shapes of people walking around but not able to determine who they were because of the bright sunlight outside. Hopefully he wasn't there. With any luck he wasn't there.
"Having some car problems, Mel?" No, no luck at all. She turned around and gave him a nasty look.
"What clued you in on that one, Jax? The smoke or the fact that I'm here?" She asked sarcastically. He grinned. God he had annoyingly cute grin that she just wanted to smack off his face.
"Damn Mel, college certainly did you good." He said. He knew that references to her looks irritated her and he used that weapon as often as he could.
"Prison seems to have done just the opposite for you. Or maybe your wife has something to do with that? Wait, I'm sorry, ex-wife." Ouch, that was catty. The look on Jax's face went from playful to dark in a split second and Melanie took a hesitate step backward.
"Fuck you Mel. That shit was low, even for you." He said before he stalked off into the shop and left Melanie standing there mentally kicking herself for being a complete bitch.
She knew that Wendy was a bad person had seen first had Wendy's addiction and when she had heard Wendy was pregnant and still using she felt nothing but heart felt sorrow for him.
She heard the rumble of a Harley and looked up to see Jax ride off at a fast pace. She watched him till he rounded the corner and then shook her head. What was in the past needed to stay there. There was no point of stirring up old feelings and memories. They did nothing but make one sadder.
"Hey Melanie, whatcha' need babe?" Melanie looked up and smiled at Billy. He was a complete goof but she thought he was a sweetheart.
"I need my car fixed. Please?" She said turning on the charm and smiling widely. He blushed slightly and nodded his head walking to her car.
"I don't know why she even bothered coming back here. I mean I've always loved Mel but she was foolish to come back to this life she's living." Gemma said sitting down next to Jax and lighting a cigarette. He was slouched in the chair flicking a lighter repeatedly. It was one of his tell-tale positions when something was bothering him and Gemma knew that something was Melanie Michaels.
Gemma had been sure it was Melanie that Jax would walk down the aisle with but when he had foolishly slept with Wendy while still dating Melanie that dream sizzled up like burnt paper. One drunken night had ruined a six year relationship and to make matters worse the junkie whore that he was now divorced from was shooting Meth while she was pregnant with her first grandbaby.
"Have you talked to Wendy lately?" Jax asked tossing the lighter onto the table and taking the cigarette from between his mother's fingers. She rolled her eyes.
"No I haven't. Haven't you talked to her?" She asked. When he shook his head she sighed and got up from the table.
"Well I guess you want me to stop by there and see what she's up to, right?" She asked. Jax smiled and winked.
"Thanks Mom." He stood up, kissed her on the cheek and then left the house. He couldn't stand to be around Wendy and he didn't want to see her in the condition she was in. Pregnant and strung out were not something one wants to see every day.
"Fuck that. Those Sam Crow bitches think they can run shit? Well they ain't seen nothing yet. They can't run us out. Soon we'll be bigger than them." The one man said to other man occupying the cab of the pick up truck. They were watching the house and the person leaving it. A cocky young asshole who thought he and his crew were running shit in Charming. Little did they know the Mayans were ready for a take-over.
"Not to much longer and that ojete and hisasqueroso crew are muerto."