A/N: Thank you guys for reviewing! I'm glad some people are liking this story. I went back and edited the first two chapters, so there aren't as many mistakes. This chapter is all Mina, but her and Jax will have some interaction in the next one, pinkie promise. Let me know how this one turned out :)

Bare My Skin

Ch. 3 – Handle Your Shit

How I was able to kiss my son and send him off to sleep over his friend's house, all so that I'd be able to lure a man into one the local mc's hands, still kind of amazed me. How did a person become so disconnected with the value people's lives that this was literally like brushing my teeth? Just a mundane task, that had to be done.

Getting ready had required minimal thought. I hadn't really been around many Asian gangsters, but I was fairly certain they liked what any other red blooded American male did. My short, extremely revealing, black mini dress would do the trick. It barely covered my ass and tits, which was perfect for tonight. Having spent a lot of time helping out (without taking off my panties) at Collette's, this seemed like my best option.

Pairing it with a pair of black, 4" stilettos, covered in silver spikes, taking the time to straighten my hair, and apply a generous amount of makeup, I'd ended up leaving the house around nine. Jax hadn't texted me yet, but I didn't want to show up too late. The docks were only 15 minutes from my house, and I parked at a familiar bar across the street.

Honestly I hadn't asked for more money to be a bitch. If the Chinese somehow connected me with one of their guy's disappearances, I was fucked. Charlie couldn't protect Cayden and I from that kind of shit, and my only options would be to disappear with him, or go back to my ex. Neither was appealing.

It took a good ten minutes to walk from the bar to Red Woody, and getting up all the stairs leading to the party had been a challenge in my shoes. I made a mental note to be careful walking down with the guy. Reaching my destination I was surprisingly impressed with the work they'd done cleaning the place up so far.

Casually walking up to the bar, not wanting to look out of place, my eyes scanned the scene around me. There were a few different crews represented, mostly all "bonding" over pussy.

"Hey, are you Mina?" Turning around surprised, I saw a 35ish blonde woman. I nodded my head. "Hi hun, I'm Lyla," she extended her hand to me. "Jax told me to look out for you. Make sure everything was good." She had a kind smile, and was dressed a bit more conservatively I was.

"Oh, that was…nice of him. Do you work here?" Really I wasn't good at small talk with woman, but giving her the cold shoulder wouldn't help. The only female friend I'd ever had, slept with my husband.

Afterwards I'd beat the shit of her and we never spoke again. Katie, my older sister, lived up in Salt Lake City, but we barely talked anymore. My family wasn't exactly happy with my life choices so far.

"Well behind the camera now. We're actually trying to get things going so I can run this place." This I was surprised about. Mc's didn't really let woman have much power in my experience. Letting a tiny blonde run their business probably meant she was someone's wife or old lady. "Are you looking for a job because you have great eyes, and tits."

"Doing porn," I smiled genuinely, "probably not, but thanks for the offer. If you need someone to look over your books I'm decent enough, and you'd get free license to stare at my tits…and eyes of course." Grabbing a shot glass from the tray she was carrying, "do you mind", I asked.

"Be my guest," she said nodding. "Jax didn't tell me you actually had a sense of humor, I'm surprised." Something about the way she said it made me feel like she knew more about me then just my name. I wondered if word had gotten out about what was said when we were fighting. For all I knew she could have been at the funeral, there were a good amount of blondes present that day.

"Do you know when he's getting here?" She shook her head. "These guys kind of run on their own time clock you know?" Someone called her name. "I have to go mingle but drink what you want, it's on the club, and let me know if you need anything hun."

"Ok, thanks." She walked away and I took a seat at the bar. Looking around there was a plethora of scantily clad women, like myself, some dressed better, but most worse. There were more crews starting to pile in and I recognized a few of their cuts from working with Charles.

My ex was the SAA of the Devil's Pride MC out of Houstan. We'd been together on and off from the time I was 16 to 22, so I knew basic biker code pretty well.

This was not the place for me have an attitude, or piss someone off. I had a job to do, and I took it seriously. Blending in meant being fairly nice to any of the guys that talked to me, including the cholo approaching from my left.

"Hola mami," he walked up and sat beside me, "you look muy caliente baby girl." Trying to repress my vomit at being referred to as both mami, and baby girl, I put on my best fake flirty smile.

"Thanks hun," I smiled, not trusting myself to speak more.

"What are you drinking," he asked. It was pretty obvious he was expecting me to start talking or suck his dick.

"I'll have a rum and coke."

"You're the pretty silent type, I like that, but I know how to make you scream…" He stared at me, creepily, while he ordered my drink. After a couple more though, he didn't seem quite so bad. We were actually laughing a lot at some of the other girls, and their lackluster attempts at hooking. I also learned he was a Mayan hang around, officially there to make sure nothing went wrong during the party. Although I pointed out that buying me drinks wasn't helping his cause, he stayed next to me.

"Yea but I'm keeping the hottest chica here safe, ain't no crew gunna beef over you when big papis got your back." Snorting, the sip in my mouth almost came out my nose.

"Is that what you're gunna tell"

"Hey sugar, I gotta steal this one from you. Charlotte over there could really use your company though," Lyla said, pointing to a skinny blonde in the corner.

"Naw I like this one. She's got an attitude but I know she wants me."

"I gotta work hun, sorry. Maybe I'll catch you later."

Walking away I noticed at this point it was 11, and the sons were finally here. Jax had an unreadable, stony expression as he spoke to one of his guys.

"He wanted me to tell you it's time."

"That's all?" I asked in disbelief. She was a bad liar.

"Well, I didn't actually hear everything but he didn't seem too thrilled about you talking to that guy over there."

"Big pappi? He's harmless." My slight buzz had me feeling friendlier. It had been just enough alcohol to help with my nerves, but not enough to make me fuck things up.

"Whatever you say hun, check your phone." Pulling it from my small clutch I read the lone text, that told me to look straight ahead. Glancing up I saw an Asian guy sitting a corner area of the bar. Standing next to him was Jax's mom.

Neither of them looked too into the conversation. Chancing a glance back to where Jax was, I saw that Lyla and him were talking. He looked really good in just a long sleeve plaid shirt and his cut. Looking around the room it was obvious I wasn't the only one who thought so.

"You gunna eye fuck my son all day or do your job princess?" Jax's mom had snuck up on me, and was eyeing me like a cheap skank.

I rolled my eyes, unfazed. "You must be Gemma." Charlie had given me the low down on her after the funeral. He said she was a bat shit crazy old bitch, formerly old lady, who didn't let anyone get in the way of her family. Also, he'd tried to fuck her and had been shot down, badly, not that I needed that info.

"How fucking smart of you," she got close to my face, "what do you want from my son? Money? A title? Trust me when I tell you Jax is not going to give you any of that. Just because you're doing this for hin doesn't mean he cares for you anymore then he does the rest of the pussy in here." I thought of Jax as a sexual partner, at one time maybe even a friend, but her words still stung a little.

"I'm doing a job for him, that's it. There's no need to try and scare me off, Jax and I aren't like that. What about the Asian?" Trying to pull the attention back to task at hand, it seemed like it would be in vain.

She looked off put that I wasn't scared of her, but then just bitchier. "Who the hell do you think you are?" The liquor on her breath was way too strong. Honestly I wouldn't trust her to id her nipple from her clit at this point, but that wasn't up to me. "You're gunna help him take this guy down and then what do you think is gunna happen? Can you even live with what you're about to do?"

This was…weird. It seemed like she didn't want me to go through with this, because of more than just her distaste for me. I wondered what connection she could have to him, but it was hard to piece anything together. My suspicions about the job wouldn't be verified by anyone here.

My phone vibrated again, still in my hand. It was from Jax: What the hell are u doing? Go over there.

I snapped the phone shut.

"Anything at all you could give me would be great," I decided to try one last time.

"…He's says he's working hard. Good luck." She gave me a tight, fake smile and marched away.

Smoothing down my hair and dress, there was nothing else I could do. Jax had said he'd give me more info when I arrived, but that hadn't happened. His mother had been extra un-fucking useful, and it didn't seem that anyone else would be popping up. Planting a sexy smirk on my lips, I made my way over to my mark.

"Listen I really don't want" The guy started speaking before looking up, but stopped when he saw it wasn't Gemma.

"Expecting someone else or brunettes just really aren't your type," I joked lightly and it got a smile from him.

"No I just...thought you were someone else."

"Well sense I'm not, mind if I sit," he nodded as I made myself comfortable on the barstool. Looking towards him I let my legs spread a little too long as I crossed them. The move didn't disappoint when his eyes went down to my briefly exposed panties. "I'm Rachel, and my eyes are up here." I decided to stick out my hand for him to shake.

"Chris, you come here often," he questioned, not seeming to care about the overused line.

"To this wannabe porn studio," I shook my head and wrinkled my nose. "I've worked with some of these girls, but I'm not really in with their crowd." Jax had given me pretty far leniency to say what I felt comfortable with. He'd suggested I claim employment at Diosa. Considering I'd never stepped foot in the place though, I didn't want to risk getting tripped up in a lie.

"Just as well, those girls look are a little too worn out for my taste."

"Thank you, I think…Can I get some of that bottle or are you holding it hostage?"

"Probably not the best choice of words with this crowd," he said it like it was an inside joke, as he handed me the bottle. Chris, if that was his real name, was still scanning the room. His full attentions weren't on me or our conversation. Gemma was right about him working and I had to think of something to get him to loosen up.

"You ever done a body shot in a porn studio Chris?"

That was all it took. Well that and five more shots from my breasts and mouth before he was looking at me like he wanted to fuck me right on the bar…which was completely normal given our current location, but I wasn't about to let it happen.

"Do you want to go somewhere more private?" Licking my lips calculatingly, I watched him think it over.

"We don't have to go anywhere. This spot is as good as any." Grabbing me by the waist he started pawing at me. Gone was the bored, working guy from 30 minutes ago, replaced with this touchy fucker.

"There are some things I'd really rather do to you in private. We could go out by the water…"

I saw him glance around the room before his eyes locked to one spot. Looking up, mine landed on Jax, who seemed very pissed. He was probably mad that this was taking so long. For a second I felt the tiniest bit of panic as I thought Chris had noticed the son's prez acting weird too, but his eyes were on Lin.

Chris's boss was getting head from two girls at once, completely distracted. I took the opportunity to lean in closer to him, and whisper in his ear.

"They'll never know you're gone baby." This was all it took. He stood up and grabbed my hand, almost not giving me time to grab my bag off the table. In seconds he was dragging me across the room and down the back steps. "Hey slow down, I'm gunna trip over my feet." The last thing I needed was him getting to alleyway too fast, and Jax's guy not being there.

"Just fucking walk," he shouted. It was a major change from the semi-gentleman upstairs.

Purposely I lost a step, hoping it would slow his roll, but he just yanked me up by the arm. I also lost a show, but he didn't let me stop for it. We reached the bottom in record time for anyone in one stiletto. He pulled me into the alley, only about 15 ft. from the stairs.

Taking in my surroundings I realized this wasn't where I was supposed to be, we were on the wrong side of the fucking the building. Quickly I grabbed at the back of his neck and started kissing him, needing the distraction time to think of a plan.

Chris wasn't having it though. He roughly grabbed me by the waist and started tugging at the bottom of my dress which made me wobbly.

"Take that shoe off and turn around," I kicked my remaining shoe off as slowly as I could, "against the wall!" he commanded as he shoved me against the side of the dumpster. My clutch fell from my hands as I was slammed against the metal bin.

"Don't you want me to make you feel good baby," I questioned, but he didn't answer me. I tried to turn around but he was too strong. How the fuck did I let this happen? I'd been bragging to Jax about being the best in the business, and then this shit happens. He'd give me great fucking recommendations, for the most idiotic bitch ever.

Chris had my dress up at this point. If I screamed, it would ruin whatever the sons were about to use him for. More people would see us together, and there wouldn't be another shot at him. Was I willing to get raped by this Asian fucker to keep my good name?

"Baby wait," I said forcefully, trying to keep my voice steady. "Let me at least get a condom out ok!" I tried to make it sound as imperative as possible. To my luck he released me and started undoing his belt.

"Hurry the fuck up. I need to get back inside."

"Of course," I knelt down grabbing my small bag. Trying to make it look like I actually needed to search for it I stayed down for a couple seconds, even though my fingers were on what I'd wanted.

"Put it on, I don't have all," he stopped speaking. His unimpressive dick shrinking even more at the sight of my .22 pistol aimed at it. "What the fuck is this shit?" He was trying to act unfazed, but really, what guy could be totally calm when there was a gun pointed at his junk?

"Against the wall bitch." I mimicked his word words from earlier. That didn't seem to sit well with him as I began to wonder if Jax actually had a guy coming at all. Was his plan for me to get raped in the alley? He'd paid me half of what he owed me but…what if this was supposed to be his penance for his dead wife? Was he that twisted?

"You're gunna end up with a bullet in your fucking brain slut," he backed up a bit but didn't turn, "tell you what Rachel, I'll let you suck my dick before I" Wait, Rachel? Oh yea, that's me…

"Shut the fuck up you limp dick chink," I yelled as I pulled the safety off. "Don't think about growing balls now, your shit will just look tinier." I sneered. Really I was pissed at him, Jax, and myself. If no one did come I'd have to kill this guy myself, and figure out how to drag his body to the bay. There was always Charlie, but he didn't like to get involved in this kind of shit.

"Turn around asshole," this time he listened. I carefully went up to him, moving the gun to his head as I grabbed his 9mm from his pants holster and stuck it under my armpit. Not the best place, but slightly safer then with him. With my semi free hand I grabbed his wallet from his back pocket and opened it too see his id. Chris Dun. Where had I heard that before?

That was when it everything officially went to shit. He turned and backhanded me during the second I'd spent scrutinizing his id. Dropping his gun, I managed to keep a hold on mine even as I toppled over. Landing on my side, he processed to kick me in the ribs with as much force as he probably could have mustered.

"What the fuck were you thinking whore?" My grip on my gun loosened as I prepared for another kick, but it didn't come. Instead I heard the sound of something hard connecting with a human skull. There was a Grim Basted standing there with a 2x4, and someone in a reaper cut.

"Shit! Are you ok?" The black guy put out his hand to help me stand. Looking down at an unconscious Chris, my pride wouldn't allow me to tell him how grateful I really was.

"Took you fucking long enough!" I pulled my dress back down over my ass, trying to right myself as much as possible.

"You were supposed to be up near the front. You're lucky he heard you at all," the son said. He was tall, bald, and mean looking, but I didn't care at that point. As far as I was concerned my job was over.

"One of you assholes was supposed to follow me down, that's what Jax promised," I looked around for Chris's gun. "Tell your prez that he should follow through with what he fucking says he's going to." This wasn't his fault either, but I was shaken up. Everything I was feeling right now was too familiar, and I hated it.

Grabbing his gun from the ground, I did my best to wipe my prints off on a random rag that was near his body.

"Maybe bitches like you shouldn't volunteer for jobs when they can't handle their shit. Seems to me like you should stick to what you know best." He started walking towards me, obviously not appreciating me mouthing off about his president and him. The other guy held him back.

"It's over, come on. We gotta get him out of here."

"That's his gun," I pointed, "there's his wallet." I didn't trust myself to say shit else so I grabbed my own bag from the ground and started walking away with it and my one shoe. As fast as I could without looking like I was running, I didn't stop until my car was in sight.

A normal person would drive home right about now. Then again, a normal person wouldn't have put themselves in the situation I was coming from. Even though washing the feeling of that asshole off of me would have been nice, being alone with in my head didn't sound too appealing at the moment. My ribs were hurting, and I needed something strong to forget about the night.

Making a b-line for the entrance to the bar my car was parked in, I tried to compose myself. This is how Mina Sanchez handles shit: avoid, drink, and conquer.