I turned to Cherry as the other ATF agents picked themselves up and ran out. I crossed my arms and cocked one hip out. I raised an eyebrow and tilted my head to the side. I ignored the men for the moment as I wanted an answer from Cherry.

"Cherry?" I asked her with a tone of demand for an answer.

She walked up to me and started to nervously babble. "Look, I'm sorry. I didn't think they'd come into the salon. Didn't know that they would question you about me." Her face was scrunched up, begging me not to fire her.

I sighed. "You better be glad I like you and that I hired you. Otherwise you would have been sitting in a jail cell." I softened my face as she stretched her lips in a big smile.

She then looked at me curiously. "What exactly does blacklisted mean anyway?"

A voice came from the group of men standing in my salon. I so did not want to deal with this shit but oh well. "Yeah, I'd like to know what that means too." I turned my head and saw the blond was the one that spoke. He had a husky voice that match with his rugged looks.

"Basically, it means that I do bad shit for the military and government and that any legal authorities can't touch me or any business I own." I told them with a deadpan look on my face. I did not want to explain this stuff to anyone but I already opened my mouth about it to Agent Bitch.

The blond raised an eyebrow and then looked at me up and down, observing me and thinking what else I could do.

"Hey, Arya." Cherry asked softly.

I looked at her with a raised brow. "Yes?"

"Does that mean I can keep my job?" She asked me nervously. I'm starting to realize how jittery she is when she is put into these types of situations. It's the anxiety.

I sighed. I don't like the way she gets the urges to run when put into a bad situation, but I like her. "Yes, but you working more hours."

She smiled big. "Yeah, totally. I don't mind."

I made a decision to close the salon for the day and then head for the restaurant. "Go ahead and go home for the day. I'm closing the salon for the day. Come back tomorrow for the regular shift." She nodded and followed the skinny redhead to a bike and left with him. I said the same thing to my other employees. The men had moved to stand outside, discussing something.

I never took my eye off of the group of men that stood outside my salon, standing in a circle talking and each glancing into the salon at me. After my last employee left for the day, I stood at the door, leaning against the door jam.

I waited for one of them to approach me, watching them talk -whatever it was- out. I watched through narrow eyes as finally Blondie stepped away from the group and walked over to me with a confident step to his walk.

He had a look on his face that could only be described as a smolder. I almost laughed out loud at the fact that he was trying to seduce me with a look, but I kept a straight face. He stood in front of me and opened his mouth to speak.

"What the fuck do you want?" I asked him before he could ask or tell me anything I didn't want to hear.

His jaw jerked upward and closed his mouth and clenched his jaw and sighed through his nose. "Oh-kay." He paused for a second and tried to straighten his thoughts out to actually question me. "Can we talk inside?" He finally asked after a couple of moments of silence.

I glared at him in thought. 'Did I really want them in the salon with me being by myself?' I thought to myself before sighing and nodding. I nodded my head into the salon and then held the door open for the other men to come in.

As I closed the door, I told them as I flipped the open sign to closed. "First off, what are your names?" I turned around to the men that had scattered around the little small waiting area. Blondie spoke as I walked over to the counter and heaved myself up onto the counter and crossed my legs.

"I'm Jax," He sighed as he waved a hand at himself. He then waved his hand over to the tall man that lean on the other end of the counter. "That's Opie." He then pointed at the black haired, blue eyed man who was leaning back into one of the waiting chairs with his feet planted wide in front of him with his arms on the back of both chairs on each of him. "That's Tig." Jax then pointed to Mr. Lightening. He stood at one of the work desks and was leaning against it with his arms crossed. He had a curious look in his eyes as he watched me. "That's Juice."

As he kept introducing them, my eyebrows kept frowning more and more with each name.

Jax then pointed to the Tattooed Latino, "That is Happy. And now since that is all settled. Can you explain who the hell are you?" Happy stood to side of the room, observing everything with a critical eye.

I bit the inside of my cheek. I really have a feeling that I'm gonna end up punching him in his smug face.

"Name's Arya Denali. I've lived here since I was born." I stated plainly. I shrugged like it didn't matter. I studied each man, trying to take in their character from their body language. Happy seemed like an enforcer type, while Jax was the 'playboy' type. Opie was just chillen with no emotion on his face. Juice, I could tell had some type of anxiety or disorder from the way he was trying to keep his hands busy.

Tig just stared at me with an open intense look in his eye, reminding me of a lion stalking a zebra. Both Happy and Tig seemed a little trigger happy.

"Can you explain why Agent Bitch was in here?" I then asked Jax like I was questioning a child with a pout on my lips.

"I don't think that is any of your business." Jax said.

I looked at him with a scoff. "Like I don't know what your club does. I'm not stupid. My bosses have files on all of your asses. Although I never really paid attention to detail, I just know you guys do some shit with guns." I told him.

He looked at me with a shocked look on his face. Each person was shocked and didn't know what to say or do with situation I just presented him with.

All of their face held looks of shock as I kept my face completely clear of any emotion. "Now are you gonna answer my questions or not? Cause if not, I'll find out for myself and you don't want that." I told Jax as he ran a hand over his mouth in agitation.

I didn't look at the other's faces but I could feel the room get tense as I spoke. I'm not scared of them. I'm not intimidated by them either. I kept my eyes on Jax as his face grew tight in anger and he started to step up to me.

I tilted my head at him. Did he think he was gonna do something?

He took a spot in front of me and placed his hands on either side of me, trying to trap me on the counter. He stared me hard in the eyes with anger and intent to threaten me.

I showed no emotion in neither my face or eyes but I could feel my anger starting to build as this boy tried to threaten me.

"Now, you listen here. Okay? I don't know how you got that information but- "I cut him off.

"But what? Huh? What you gonna do? Shoot me? Kill me? I don't think you'll want to do that. See if I don't get to you first, then my bosses will come for your asses. First off, I can tell you how this will go down. You won't have the balls to shoot me so you'll either get Happy or Tig to do it since I could tell by the way they are standing. Ready to defend you at all costs. In your little dream world, yeah that works out fine but I've already set out two to three different ways to incapacitate all of you." I took a pause as I stared into Jax's eyes with a glare that started to make him sweat.

He opens his mouth to speak. "Ah-ah-ah. Here's how this is gonna work. I'm not gonna say anything to anybody. I'm not a rat. I'm gonna let Cherry continue working here, since I probably think she'll be safer working for me than your dildo asses. I like Cherry, I don't wanna see her hurt. Also, you won't do anything in any of my establishments again. I live here and so does my mother, and I'm not about to let some fucking smug asshole prince try to ruin that." I got down from the counter and started to poke Jax in the chest. I wasn't that much shorter than him but I could tell by the way he gulped that he was afraid in that moment. "Now I hope I never see you again unless it's about Cherry. Get the fuck out and don't come back unless you're gonna be a gentleman." I finished my little rant with a final poke to his chest that had him up against the door. He stared at me wide eyed for a minute. "Understood?" I asked him. He nodded fast.

I backed up from the man and made my way back to the counter to lean back against it. Opie was looking into the back of the salon, stifling a grin on his lips. I turned to Jax. "Now get out." He opened the door and made his way out as his brothers followed him. Tig and Happy were grinning to themselves while Juice couldn't figure out how to take the situation. Opie was chuckling to himself as he left behind Juice with Tig and Happy following.

Just before the door closed, I heard Tig tell Happy in a not so quiet whisper, "I think I'm in love." Tig said with a grin. Happy just shook his head and made way his bike.

I watched them leave until I couldn't see them anymore.

The next day, I get a call from the ATF Director with an apology about their employee. I was also given compensation from the possibility of losing customers. But I never lost them, the still came back like they do anyway. Cherry came in at her usually time and I set her doing paper work at the front desk.

The day went by smoothly, even after the events of the day before. I had gone to my restaurant to make sure everything was running okay with my manager and got everyone lunch. When getting back to the salon, I saw Cherry talking to an older woman. Had Black hair with some blonde mixed in. She was white and had a 'give you hell' attitude. Cherry looked nervous talking to her and I narrowed my eyes at the two women.

Walking in the door with the bags, I called for Adrian-one of the few men that worked for me- to help bring the rest of the food in. Some of my employees jokingly cheered at the thought of food after finishing up with their customer. I made my way behind the counter, bringing Cherry her lunch.

"Cherry, food." I told her as I sat down the bag with her name on it and then grabbed my bag that was bigger than the rest of the bags.

"Thanks, Arya." Cherry said with a smile as I see her visibly relax. The woman was making her uncomfortable.

I already knew who this woman was, since I did more research the night before after getting home. Gemma Teller-Morrow. Mother of Jax Teller, Mr. Prince Charming, which made her the Queen.

She looked at me suspiciously with a narrowing of her eyes, "So, you're Arya?" She asked while drumming her fingertips on the counter top with her purse sitting next to said hand.

"Yes, I am." I told her as I took out the burger that was made to my liking and took a seat at one of the chairs behind the counter. I leaned back with the burger in my hand and my bag with fries in my other hand and set my crossed legs on the counter. "So, you're Gemma?" I teased her with the same question.

She paused. Gemma wasn't expecting me to know her name.

But she took it in stride and grinned a little.

"Yeah, I gotta question." She told me as she leaned forward on the counter. "Know any good places that does nails?" She jokingly asked me.

I threw my head back and laughed. I think I'm going to like her.