Avon for Biker Chicks Calling..

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Name of Thread:Avon for biker chicks calling
Characters Involved in Thread: Rosie O'Cleary, Gemma Teller
IC Month Thread Occured: July
Brief Description of Thread: Gemma offering for Rosie and her sister stay with her and giving her 'protection'

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Wearing

"Thank you so much, sweetheart. I don't know what I could have done without you." Rosie said, to one of the prospects for the Sons. She had broken down on the way to work, after dropping Lucy off at Jess's moms. So, after called Cara Cara saying that she was going to be late and for one of the girls to pick her up, she called Teller-Morrow towing and car repair to get her car and fix it. She knew the place was owned by the Sons, it was the normal part for their lives. Anyway, the prospect blushed, obviously not used to being praised by a woman before. Rosie just winked at him, sitting on a bike nearby, knowing that it wasn't the President or the Vice President's bike. Just to watch the guy get it off the back of the truck.

Running her fingers through her hair, she waited. And waited. And she waited. Okay, twenty minutes had went by and none of the girls showed up to get her. "Those fucking jealous bitches." Rosie cursed under her breath, getting up and walking towards the office. Maybe Momma Gemma was in so, she could talk to her. Just to see if she could probably get a ride out of the Matriarch or just talk to her and one of the girls show up. Whichever works, that will make her happy. The office door was open and she leaned against the door, and knocked lightly. "Avon for Biker bitches calling." She said, jokingly since she always said that whenever she would talk to one of the Old ladies. They thought it was funny. Rosie had a kind smile on her face, waiting for a reaction.

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"Only if you have something to cover this supposed nasty wort on my nose for being the wicked witch." She returned her joking. Rosie was a Cara Cara girl but she wasn't like the rest of those over domineering slutty whores. She was a sweetheart and Gemma felt close to her.

She pointed to the chair near the door as she gathered some of the paper work to give to Juice and Bobby for a run. It was the third repo today and frankly she was getting tired of it. After she handed them their papers. She shut the door behind them and looked Rosie.

"You doing ok, baby?"

Rosie in the last few days seemed stretched out and Gemma wondered why. It was one of the reasons she was called Momma Gemma. She lit a cigerette and offered the pack to Rosie. Sitting in her chair she took the phone off the hook. She wanted to talk to Rosie one on one without some interruption.

Crossing her legs of her leather pants her free hand reached up and clasped the cross around her neck. It was a crutch but she wore it only because her father had given it to her. As she keeps telling these girls you have to keep hold of family because when you feel like you have nothing, you have family.

Gemma had tried over and over again to instill that teaching in her son Jax. Even though his wife is a junkie whore she had tried to convince him to hold on to it. Gemma sighed as she smiled warmly at Rosie. Perhaps she could at least teach her something or two.

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Rosie shook her head as she walked into the office. "Momma, I don't see anything." She said, seriously not seeing anything like a wart on Gemma's nose. Well, just a small bump but, she was making it sound like it was huge. She sat down in the chair, that was pointed out to her watching the papers get gathered up and given to Bobby and Juice. Being a bit of a flirt, she winked at Juice. Teasing him. She wasn't a slut like the other girls at Cara Cara. She was classy and watched the men chase her. But, when she saw the door get slammed in their faces, she fought the urge to laugh.

"You doing ok, baby?" She nodded. "Yeah, just wanted someone to talk to. Seeing as my own Mother thinks I'm nothing but a filthy harlot." Rosie said, saying the same thing that she remembered her Mother saying the night the family disowned her. "Hell, Gem. You're the closest thing I have to a Mother." She told the woman, feeling tears well up in her blue eyes. Eyeing the pack of cigarettes offered, she took them and lite one up. Smoking was another habit she picked up from being the wild girl in her family.

"It's just.. there's so much shit going on in my life. I mean, I'm working, taking care of my little sister, paying the bills so, she can have a roof over her head. And now, I hear that my parents are looking for her." Rosie explained, letting everything out. Running her fingers through her hair, she just sighed. "I don't want to lose the only blood relative of mine that accepted me and kept me close."

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"You're the closest thing to a mother I have." The comment made her smile but that smile quickly faded as Rosie continued on about how her mother was looking for her little sister and how she was shunned for life style choice. She hated narrow minded people but then again Gemma really couldn't say anything considering the fact she didn't like many of the Cara Cara girls herself especially ones named Daytona.

Flicking her cigarette she looked as Rosie seemed as though she was about to bust into tears. Gemma placed a hand over Rosie's as she wiped away one of the tears that fell silently down her cheek. "You don't have to worry, baby, we'll keep you and your sister safe. I will put you all in our house until then. I'll talk to Clay about it. We have Gage and Jess staying there now and with Clay going on this mission the house is going to be lonely so I don't mind the extra company."

Rosie looked lost and it hurt her heart to see her this distressed. Rosie was another girl Gemma took under her wing. She cared probably a little too much but her bark was worse than her bite. Right now all of them needed family. She reached into her pocket and dug out some money. She put in Rosie's pocket. She knew her little sister would need something and with working as a porn star you made money but hardly enough to pay for everything.

"Don't tell me no just take it. I know Lucy will need something along the way."

It was an offering of good faith. She trusted Rosie. Getting up she pulled the girl into a hug, "Gotta hold onto family, baby. It's keeps me strong and as long as you are here, you know you have family. You need a ride to work?" Gemma's head motioned to her car in the garage. Figured she could give her a ride since the other girls seemed to have bailed on her.

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Rosie felt the few tears stream down her pale cheeks, and she wiped them away not liking to cry in front of people. Especially, someone like Gemma but, she had the feeling that she would understand what she was going through. Hopefully because no one felt any sympathy for the porn star. Feeling a hand on hers, she looked up at Gemma and cracked a small smile. "You don't have to worry, baby, we'll keep you and your sister safe. I will put you all in our house until then. I'll talk to Clay about it. We have Gage and Jess staying there now and with Clay going on this mission the house is going to be lonely so I don't mind the extra company." Taking one last drag of her cigarette, she put it in the ashtray near by. "Thanks, Momma Gemma." She thanked, wiping away another couple tears.

Suddenly, she felt a hand in her pocket. Looking down, Rosie saw it was Gemma's hand putting money in her pocket. "Gemma, please don't make me feel like a charity case." She said, only to hear. "Don't tell me no just take it. I know Lucy will need something along the way." So, letting out a sigh, she had to smile when the head lady give her a hug. "How can I ever thank you?" Rosie asked, with a small laugh trying to cheer herself up. Last thing she needed was a headache from crying so much, and she'd have to screw someone at work.

"Gotta hold onto family, baby. It's keeps me strong and as long as you are here, you know you have family. You need a ride to work?" When Gemma mentioned a ride, Rosie perked right up. "If it's not too much to ask, then yes. Those jealous cunts over at Cara Cara hate me and wouldn't piss on me if I was on fire." She said, straightening out her clothes and her red hair.

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I don't want to be a charity case.

Gemma understood completely where she was coming from but she wasn't a charity case. She was a member of this family and in Gemma's mind that meant doing anything she could to protect that family. She pulled a tissue out of the box and passed it to her. Those tears were falling freely and she didn't think of her as an idiot or a cry baby. Every woman every now and then needed to let out a good cry. Hell even Gemma herself let some tears slipped when they were needed.

"No reason to hide it. All the strong women need a good cry. Even this tough chick."

Honestly if she wanted to make her a charity case she would have a big event with the town and have Bobby come in as Elvis which she did often. Though it would be funny to see Bobby coming to a charity having a Cara Cara girl dressed as Elvis' wife. She almost laughed at the thought but held back on it.

She smiled warmly at Rosie before she said she needed a ride and how the other girls were jealous of her which wasn't a surprise, Rosie was a beautiful woman who had quiet the little mouth on her but that made her personality that much more appealing. It was a reason in which most of the guys requested her when it came to a movie.

"That's alright, darling. Those other girls aren't deserving to be pissed on let alone deserving enough to have a guy cum on them."

Her attitude was the same as she headed towards the door and out to her car. She smirked lightly as they took off. Then she went back to the subject of her and Lucy moving into the house. "I'll have Tig or one of the other guys go get Lucy while you are at work to get her settled. I don't want an argument on this. I'll make sure they don't go through your clothes too much."

She reached into her purse and pulled out a small caliber gun and handed it to Rosie. The serial numbers were scratched off which meant it couldn't be traced back to either of them. "For now, I want you to take this. The numbers are scratched on it so it can't be traced back to you. I'll have Clay have one of the free guys to pick you up after work if I'm not here myself. You aren't going anywhere, baby."

Gemma stopped at a red light as she looked over at Rosie. She knew Rosie wouldn't want her to make a big deal out of this but most of the time when Gemma took an interest in someone as family there was no telling her no, even if you really wanted to. It was just one of the things people couldn't do. Maybe it was just how Gemma's presence was or just the amount of fear/respect they had for her. Each person was different on it. Question was which was Rosie's?

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Seeing the tissue being passed to her, Rosie took it and wiped her eyes. Wiping away the make up that was probably running along with the tears. Gathering her emotions, she listened to what Gemma said about not hiding her emotions. Even that she, the toughest old lady in the Sons, would have her moments. Anyway, they walked out to the car and, Rosie just had to laugh at what Gemma had said about the girls at work. "That's alright, darling. Those other girls aren't deserving to be pissed on let alone deserving enough to have a guy cum on them." "That is so very true. But, whenever I know a guy's spunk is going taste like crap, I give that guy to one of the girls I can't stand. Just to teach them a lesson." Yes, this country girl from Tennessee was a bitch when she wants to be.

They left the garage's parking lot and were heading to Cara Cara. And the subject of them moving into the house came up, it was a very generous offer and Rosie was going to take it up. Since she was about get the boot out of her house anyway. "Oh God, please don't let Tig into my underwear drawer because I know that all he'll pack is underwear for me." She said, with a laugh having that feeling that he would try and probably do that. "And as much I'm going to say, I don't want to be a burden, I know that you'll manage to get us in the house. So, yes. Plus I know it you get when papa Clay isn't in town." Rosie told her, with a nudge and a wink.

Watching Gemma dig around in her purse, Rosie's blue eyes got wide when she noticed that she was pulling out a gun. Now, she knew that she wasn't going to fire it at her because she's done nothing wrong. But, it was just a surprise. "For now, I want you to take this. The numbers are scratched on it so it can't be traced back to you. I'll have Clay have one of the free guys to pick you up after work if I'm not here myself. You aren't going anywhere, baby." A smile curved the red head's lips, as she took the gun and put it in her purse. "Thanks, Gem." Rosie told her, petting the purse lightly not wanting to set the gun off. She wasn't that stupid.

Everyone would wonder if their relationship was out of fear or respect. And it was the second one. Respect. Because both of them were pretty much the same. Both of them lost someone they loved to car accidents. Both of them had rocky relationships with their mothers too. That and Rosie looked up to Gemma.

[gtm]

It was true their relationship was more based on respect than anything. They both had lost someone they had loved because of death and both had crazy ass mothers but most of all Gemma admire her for the fact she was trying to make a life for herself and her sister and it wasn't just because she enjoyed having men shove a cock in her pussy. Most of the Cara Cara girls just wanted in for the sex and not the money.

She laughed at Rosie's comment about the disgusting sperm that came out in the men and her handing them off to the other girls. The girl had some attitude about her and it was interesting to see her bring some of that side out. When they got close to Cara Cara she looked at Rosie.

"Come with me."

She had went in and took some of the posters that LuAnn had set aside as extras and hung them on the wall outside the place. She held up the gun and looked at Rosie, "You want to take some aggression out on the bitches then here's your chance. I'll make sure LuAnn doesn't get angry. You leave her to me."

She held up her own fire arm and fired a few shots off herself. It helped her anger that was building from the match earlier that day. She laughed a bit as she watched one of the Cara Cara girls pull up in their bmw and look at them both. She was giving both her and Rosie some looks of disgust.

Gemma got a tad pissed off and looked out her sight as she murmured something watching the girl scurry off quickly. Turning her attention back to Rosie. "Where were we?"

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Rosie knew that what she said about her passing the guys over to the other girls, would make Gemma laugh. Plus, she had the feeling that she would say the same thing if the tables were turned. Well, they pulled into the Cara Cara parking lot and Gem wanted her to follow her. So, she did and followed her to where the LuAnn posters were and she noticed that she took out her gun and fired a few shots at the poster. "You want to take some aggression out on the bitches then here's your chance. I'll make sure LuAnn doesn't get angry. You leave her to me." At the sound of that, Rosie had a grin on her face. "God bless the day I came with Danny to Charming." She said, looking up at the sky before taking her gun out and firing it. Though before she could fire it, she heard a car come up.

Turning around, she saw it was one of the girls. Yep, because right as soon as she saw the look of disgust, she knew it was. Rosie just smile slightly, only to flip the bird to the girl when she got inside. She aimed her gun at the poster again but, had a better idea. "I think I could use some target practice." She said, turning to the bmw and aiming to the two tires on the passenger side. Two shots were fired and the tires were flattened in no time at all. Looking over at Gemma, she let out a laugh mixed with a breath that she didn't know she was holding in. "Wow, that does help with anger." Rosie told her, facing the posters again and first aiming for the head, then the groin. After that, she went for the stomach.

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She watched as Rosie took her aggression out on the bitch's car. It felt good to see her take out some of the anger and stress out on someone who deserved it. She watched as the pretty little car took a few hits to the tires and it made Gemma want to join in. She raised her six barrel caliber and began firing into the car door and the windows. She laughed a bit which nearly sounded like a siren's scream.

Once finished she put the gun back in her purse and looked at Rosie. The girl defiantly looked as though she felt better. She didn't want to interrupt her fun so she let her finish.

"So I will see you after work? Or do I need to go in with you today? Don't mind kicking some ass today."

In honesty she really didn't considering Clay had pulled Day and her apart. She had a few bruises but with Gemma expertise in makeup they were well hidden. Her face was slightly swollen but then again who was really going to be that close to the queen of Sons to even take notice that her left side was slightly more swollen then the right? No one.

None of the guys dared mentioned the night before events to anyone because they didn't want to step on any toes which in her mind was smart but she was sure that word had spread around anyway considering the fact people didn't know how to keep their mouth shut.

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It was Rosie's turn to watch Gemma fire a few rounds at the bitch's car, and she was cheering her on too. So, that pretty much didn't make things any better. "God, this is so much fun!" She laughed, only to fire a couple more rounds at the LuAnn poster. After letting out the last bit of frustration, she put the gun back in her purse. "So I will see you after work? Or do I need to go in with you today? Don't mind kicking some ass today." That earned another laugh. "I'll be fine, Momma. But, if you feel like coming in, that's up to you. Besides, I think that girl might know it was us that trashed her car if she comes outside later." She said, before noticing that the left side of Gemma's face was swollen.

"Okay, if it's okay for me to ask, what happened? The left side of your face is swollen and if you come at me with that 'I walked into a pole' crap, I will force it out of you." Rosie threatened, not really going to go through with the threat. She wouldn't dream of doing that, she just wanted to know what happened.

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Gemma laughed as she watched Rosie's whole demeanor change. She loved the fact that she could cheer up one of her girls. She had been worried for Rosie and Rosie was one of the few porn stars that she even trusted with her family. She admired her which was rare even for Gemma Teller.

She watched as Rosie's tone changed as she looked at her face. She knew she was going to have to tell her sooner or later. The threat honestly was a joke. A lot of women didn't have the balls to even stand up to the Queen of the Sons. Sighing she realized she was going to have to tell her.

"Got into a fight with that bitch of a whore, Daytona. Found out her and Clay had a fling while I was gone."

Gemma took out a smoke and lit it up letting the sweet taste of nicotine fill her lungs as she contemplated her next move. She was going to have to talk to Clay eventually about this and it was irritating her. She couldn't believe the love or her life had chated on her with a common whore. She had half of a mind to rip her pretty little throat out.

Her anger shouldn't have been solely concentrated on Day since it took two to tango. Clay was also at fault in this situation and to think the woman had the balls to step inside her house and make it like home to her. Gemma felt as though she was unwanted. She wasn't sure if Clay would want her anymore once she hit the change of life for all women.

She was having a hot flash in which caused her to wave a hand in front of her face as she watched and studied Rosie's reaction to the news she had just told her. Most likely it would be anger but Gemma would calm her down and get her to see that the whore wasn't worth it. It was defiantly not worth her going to jail for not when she had so much to deal with as of right now. Gemma wasn't going to let her put herself in that type of situation no matter the costs.

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"Got into a fight with that bitch of a whore, Daytona. Found out her and Clay had a fling while I was gone." A Crow Eater and Clay? "Clay must have a death wish, yeah. I can't believe he even pulled that shit." Rosie cussed, like a sailor she was so mad! Even her Tennessee accent spilled out as she spoke. "Wait, you mean that little bleach blonde slut that's been cleanin' the bikes?" She asked, and not even waiting for an answer, she was muttering to herself.

"I knew I didn't trust that girl. If my baby Danny was alive, I would keep him on a tight leash around that trash." Rosie told Gemma, feeling her heart jump in her throat when she mentioned her dead boyfriend. Years later, she still missed him. What could she say, he was like her. An outcast wanting to live a wild life. Letting out a soft sigh, she just scoffed. Then, just to let out some anger, she shot up the Cara Cara girl's bmw again. Only shooting out the windshield. Looking up at Gemma, she ran her fingers through her hair again. "Gemma, if you need back up, come get me. No body messes with the Queen and doesn't expect a few worker bees won't be following like clockwork." Rosie said, with a smile on her face. And that was a promise.

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She waited as Rosie had let out some anger on the news she had just told her. Not many women inside of the club really honestly like Day and who could blame them. She was like the snake in the bush, waiting to strike when the moment was right. Gemma couldn't believe it at first either.

She knew what happened on a run stayed on a run but this wasn't a run. This was right here inside of Charming, inside of the place she felt more secure at. She hated the fact Clay could do what he wanted on a run but she expected probably a little too much of him when it was at home. She was with John in the beginning when this club started and now she was with Clay, so she knew the rules and the in and outs of everyone's habits.

"I knew I didn't trust that girl. If my baby Danny was alive, I would keep him on a tight leash around that trash."

Gemma eyed Rosie carefully. Danny was a good man and a good member of the club but she could still see the hurt and pain in Rosie's eyes when she talked about her dead lover. She went to reach out and hug her but Rosie turned and shot at the BMW again. What could she say? The girl had a little Gemma in her.

Smiling she watched as Rosie turned toward her once more and stated that if she needed back up that she would be there. It warmed Gemma's heart to know that some of the girls would back her up if need be but Gemma was a big girl, she could handle her business.

"No, baby, it's alright. I have it under control though I wouldn't be expecting Clay to be a male too much longer if this shit keeps piling up."

It was a joke. She really wasn't going to neuter poor Clay just make him think that she was going to chop of his balls and make meatball soup with them. She was pissed but she knew in her heart she couldn't stay pissed at him for too long. They had been through hell and back with each other for something like this to get in between the love they shared.

She reached over and pulled Rosie into a hug kissing her forehead, "I'll be alright. You go on in there and make some money. Don't forget to call me when you get off."

She meant it. She had told Rosie she was staying with them and she meant it. Though she wasn't sure on how Clay was going to handle it. It was their sanctuary but Clay had fucked that all to hell when he had started sleeping with Day. Day had walked into her home and made it like her own. As of right now, it didn't feel like home anymore. With the girls in it with her, maybe she could get a sense of that back. Who knew.

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"No, baby, it's alright. I have it under control though I wouldn't be expecting Clay to be a male too much longer if this shit keeps piling up." When Gemma said that, Rosie smiled with a small laugh. It was good to see that she didn't freak when the redhead snapped and shot out the girl's windshield. They were too much alike sometimes when it came to certain things. That's probably why Clay might not want her living in their house, because it would probably be like having two Gemma's in there! Then, the Queen pulled Rosie into a hug and kissed her forehead, like a daughter. She hugged back before they broke it.

"I'll be alright. You go on in there and make some money. Don't forget to call me when you get off." "Don't worry, Momma. I know better then to forget, I'm not like Gage." Rosie said, knowing that Gage had been forgetful when it came to calling Gemma or something. And the poor girl would always get chewed out because of it too. Turning around, she walked towards the studio, and the closer she got to the poor the more she heard the corny bad sex music they always played for the girls to fuck to. It was funny most of the time.

Getting to the door, Rosie turned away and waved at Gemma before opening it.