“Shit.” Chibs whistled lowly as Gemma climbed out of your car. “You look like shit.” You bit back a chuckle while closing your own car door and walking around to stand next to Gemma. Her lip was cut, leading to a trail of blood down her chin and her left eye was already bruising up something nasty.
“She thought it was going to be a good idea to mouth off to a guy holding up the corner store down the street.” You teased before Gemma wrapped an arm around your shoulders and pulled you into her side.
“I knew it wasn’t a good idea. But that asshole was keeping me from buying my cigarets.” Gemma retorted with a soft smirk. “Chibs, this is Y/N. She’s going to start helping me out around the office.”
Eyeing you for a moment Chibs reached out and shook your hand. “Nice to met you, Lass.”
“Likewise.” You smiled. Gemma let her arm drop from your shoulders and took a step backwards.
“I’m going to go clean up. Chibs, why don’t you give Y/N the grand tour?” Nudging you forward Gemma strolled off towards the office. Glancing over her shoulder once to watch you and Chibs making your way into the clubhouse together, chit chatting the whole way.