#cause jax has long ass legs and a long stride

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HC that Graves automatically falls into step whenever he walks next to Jax

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ALEXANDER ‘TIG’ TRAGER x READER ⨟ PROMPT

@lucillewinchester asked: Hi! My name is Carmen. I'm new to tumblr. I recently discovered your stories and I love it. I love sons of anarchy. Could you write an imagine about Chibs Telford or Tig Trager with numbers 87 and 42? Although the truth has been difficult for me to decide, almost all of them seemed very interesting to me. P.D: English is not my first language, sorry if there is an error :)

Prompts:

42. “I can’t watch you with another man/woman”.

87. “Put on my kutte”.

WARNINGS: NSFW, SMUT

Word Count: 1.6k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford ✨

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine, credits to the author.

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You have a goofy smile installed on your lips, crossing the crowded yard to the clubhouse. All that you can see are Sons of Anarchy everywhere, and even if you see them like your family, you're going right to the SOA meeting room where the boys must be to talk to them about your date night. It was really amazing. You met John at the hospital, when he came with an allergic reaction to peanuts, and after all he asked you for a dinner. The restaurant was on point, as your outfit and your companion. And you can't wait to tell it to Jax, Chibs and Tig.

But when you enter into the club, you didn't expect that scene. The inside is fully empty. There are broken stools all around, alcohol of all kinds spilled on the ground, as if a battle had happened there. Jax comes out from the hallway to the dorms, snorting with a cigar in his lips.

“Hey… Wha—”.

“You should go to talk with Tig. I beg you, (Y/N)”.

You don't say anything else, nodding just one time biting your lip ashamed for something you don't even understand. The president takes your jacket and your bag, before continuing your steps to the specific bedroom. Knocking it, you enter without waiting for an answer, finding Tig sitting in a corner with his knees curled against his chest and a bottle of whisky in his bloody left hand.

You don't doubt, running towards him and squatting to have the bottle and put it away, so damn worried that you can barely breathe. Pulling down your long hair behind your ears, you cup his cheeks in your hands.

“Hey, hey, Tig. Look at me… What happened?”

The man raises his face covered too by his own blood, mixed with the tears falling down of his eyes. He shakes his head, freeing himself from your grip, crying as a scared child.

“Tig, please… Talk to me…” Begging him and narrowing his knees, you try to call his attention too desperate.

“I… I just��� Please, leave”.

“No, I'm not leaving, Alexander”. You say firmly, forcing him to look at you again. “What happened, my tiger?”

“I can't watch… you with another man”. He finally says, after some long second in holy silence.

You swallow hard, licking your lower lip, understanding why he has been so distant with you the last week, and why he's suffering like that.

“I love you… I didn' want to see it, but I really do”.

“Why you… Didn't want to?”

“'Cause I'm a fucking pariah. I can't offer you anything good. And that… fucking ‘Johnny boy’ can give you the world”.

Stretching his hand, he grabs back the bottle to have a long drink, until the whisky rips his throat making him cough. Drowning with his own cry, you sigh, taking it off again, getting up to step out of the room without any words pronounced. Chibs intercepts you as soon as you close the door, knowing that you probably would like to fix up that silly man.

“Call me if ya need halp'”.

“I don't want anyone jumping around here”.

“At your command, lass”. He replies back, offering you the medical kit, at the exact moment you hear a big glass colliding to the door at your back. Probably, the bottle. “Go'head, tiga' tamer”.

Rolling your eyes, you don't say anything because you know this is kinda your fault. Turning over your sneakers you come in again. Tig looks at you somewhat confused, getting up with some difficulties and having to support a hand on the wooden wall. You leave your eyes fall to your feet, lifting up one a little to find the glass pieces on the floor. Taking a deep breath, expelling it by your nose, you close the door pointing to the bed to make him know that you want him to sit on it. He does without complaining, resting his forearms on his lap.

Opening his legs, you place your body kneeling among them. You wet a piece of cotton in peroxide to clean the blood on his face, looking for the wounds. One under his left eye, on the cheek. And another cutting his upper lip by a side.

“I'm sorry… I didn' want to ruin your night, my sunshine”

“You didn't, Tig. And don't move”. You demand rolling your eyes, grabbing the stitches to cover the gaps.

“But…”

“No, Alexander”. You growl, supporting your arms on his leg to get up. “Who the fuck said I want the world? 'Cause no one asked me”.

The man bow his head because of the truth in your words. Yes, John looks like a good guy. But he? He's all that you really want. Maybe he's not a very sane man, but what he does, he does it with passion. Sometimes he looks like the typical rider that the only things he cares about is to fuck, and to drink. But, even if people around you don't see it, he has a golden heart.

“What if I just want a mechanic? What if I want a… pariah to break into our house at three in the morning, with a bag full of… guns or whatever? Did you ask me?”

“No”. He replies confused, raising his eyes. “Do you love me?”

“That… wasn't the question I was waiting for”. You say upping both eyebrows, picking up the medical stuff to leave it on the desk. “But, yes. I do”.

You can't even finish to turn yourself, when he takes two strides to reach you, colliding your mouth with his in an awkward kiss. And the time looks like it goes so fast that you get somewhat dizzy. He undresses himself, as you're doing it, so desperate to feel your nudity against the other, pushing him to the bed.

“Put on my kutte, I wanna see you wearing it”. He asks you grabbing it from the floor.

And you do. You wear it, before Tig lifts you up in his arms laying you down on the bed. As soon as he's on top of you with a simple move of his pelvis, Alexander digs his hard cock inside you, making you moan loud and clear his name. He sinks his face in your neck growling because of the pleasure of your pussy narrowing his erection.

“God… It feels better than I've been dreaming, my sunshine”. He mutters with a weak thread of voice. “So warm, so wet…”.

“Only for you, my tiger”. You sigh, curling a leg around his lower back, pushing him deeper, taking your time to enjoy your tightness. “I want you to fuck me hard, please… I need you, Tig… You don't know how much”.

“As much as I do”. He cries out, thrusting you again losing his control.

His waist moves faster than you can handle with, pounding you once and again, drinking his shaky breathing with his mouth pressing yours. A constant push that makes you feel plenty full. Complaining when he goes back, and whimpering when he hits you again. And probably you won't last long, but enough for him to mark his territory on your body.

His tongue explores your neck with curiosity, finding the perfect place to draw a pinky bruise on. His lips suck gently your skin, contrary to the furious lunges that fill your wetted pussy with no regrets. You look so good in his kutte, knowing that you're really the one for him, too anxious to show you that fact.

“Fuck, my sunshine…” He grunts with closed eyes, supporting his hands on the headboard, pounding you harder as you turn your moans into screams begging him for being more rough. “You got it… baby, you got it…”

And when you think it's impossible, he starts to hit your soul, so hard that it almost hurts you. But the pleasure is so intense that you don't want him to stop, only to turn you, leaving you on top of his body. And now, you're riding him. You ride him as fast as you can, sobbing too pleased when Tig slaps your ass, with rings included. He's going to leave his mark all around your body and that only excites you more. One of his hands gets nailed on your ass, while he uses the thumb of the other to rub your clit, running you out of air about to fall because of the orgasm shaking your body.

“Shit, Alexander!” You moan arching your back and spreading your legs for him, going somewhat deeper.

“Don't stop, my sunshine… Don't stop”. He begs you slapping again your ass, raising his hand to your throat making you lean on him. “Make me cum, baby…”

You nod biting his lower lip, with your pelvis crashing against his, until his breathing becomes inconstant and hectic. He fills you, flooding the room with a throaty snarl, feeling the heat that emanates from his cock spilling inside you for some long seconds that make you touch the sky. You fall exhausted on his chest, chuckling because you're just two idiots that have been wasting a valued time being able to spend it like this.

“Call ‘Johnny boy’ and tell him to fuck off”. He laughs holding you between his arms, infecting you so easy. “My sunshine… I don' wanna live without you”.

“Look at that… I didn' know you could be this romantic, Trager…”

“Really?” He raises both eyebrows, before rolling his eyes. “You will see, baby… You will see”.

[outlaws-of-anarchy]

Tainted Love (Chapter 3)

Pairings:  Tig Trager x Reader, Herman Kozik x Reader

Warnings:  Love triangle, swearing

Words: 2100

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“You’re a doll, always bailin’ me out.” Tig said softly, brushing his lips across Y/N’s cheek.

She could only lean into his familiar touch, before giving his hand a gentle squeeze. “Yeah, I know. But you’re my favorite guy, so it’s only natural that I do.”  

“Come back to the clubhouse with me, I wanna make it up to you.” He said with a seductive growl.

Her lips slowly peeled back in a grin, knowing he always made good on his word. “I’ll meet you back there a little bit later, I got a few errands to run.”  

He hesitated briefly, a flash of concern lighting up in his eyes, but was soon brushed away. He straddled his chopper before landing a playful swat to Y/N’s ass. “Be safe babe, see ya later.” Tig revved his engine before taking off down the road.

It was one thing to “bail” Tig out of jail, but it was something else entirely to bail Kozik out. There was still so many things left unsaid to him, and in a sick way, she felt bad that he was locked up. Knowing, it was a majority of her fault. If he didn’t know her and Tig were a ‘thing’ than they would have never gotten into a fight.

Unser had been on SAMCRO’s payroll for many years, so it was easy to slip members in and out of their cells without too much speculation. However, Kozik wasn’t from Charming, and although he was a man of mayhem, he couldn’t be freed from jail without a hefty sum of bail money.

If she would have asked Jax for the money to do it, he would have without hesitation. They all saw one another as brothers, but she didn’t feel right going to the President of SAMCRO, asking for bail money to save her ex-boyfriend. Especially, if that meant Tig would find out.  

“It’s his first offense in this town, therefor the cost won’t be as much. However, if there is a repeat, he could face jail time or a larger fine.” Said one of the Deputy’s.  

Y/N merely nodded her head before handing her 800$ in cash, impatiently waiting for her to fetch Kozik.

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His anger had quickly faded the moment he was put in the back of a cruiser. However, the frustration, the betrayal still latched onto him like a leech. He never expected Y/N to wait around for him, but he also never thought she would move onto one of his own brothers. He especially never thought that Tig would submerge into a relationship with his ex, the woman who had been ole lady worthy.

“Kozik, your bail has been posted.” Said a guard.

“By who?” He replied curiously, but there was no response. Instead, the Deputy had unlocked the holding cell and allowed the outlaw to step out.

The time he had reached the lobby, he found Y/N sitting there, gaze directed to the window beside her. Rays of sunlight captured her in a golden halo, only enouncing her flawlessness. Did she bail him out? Why would she? Didn’t she hate him?  

His strides were slow, overly cautious as he approached her. The rattling of the chain that dangled from his jeans had caught her attention, eyes shooting to him almost immediately. In that moment, he froze, completely blown away by the woman he had left months ago. The woman he had tried desperately to forget but couldn’t. Who could ever forget a woman like her? No one, not even god himself.  

“Hey.” She greeted, eventually rising to her feet.

“Hey.” He repeated, carefully eying her with a questionable expression.

“Did you bail me out?” Kozik asked, hands shifting into the front pockets of his jeans.

He watched her run a hand through her hair tersely, it being one of her nervous ticks. He could spot it anywhere, but he also knew her better than anyone else. He knew she was unsure, and nervous about being around him. “Yeah, I did. I wanted to talk to you, we didn’t get to finish our conversation last night.” She said.

To say he was shocked, would be an understatement. He for sure thought she would just bail Tig out and continue on with life. So, to hear her say that she wanted to talk to him, made his hopes rise up. Hopes that she would take him back, hopes that they could start fresh.

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They stood feet apart, aimlessly walking down the main street of Charming’s quaint little center stone. It was a sunny morning, the heat of it pouring down on the back of their heads. She had said she wanted to talk, but for the last ten minutes all they had done was walk in silence. She couldn’t find the words she wanted to say to him, because his sudden reappearance had brought up old feelings, old love.

So, she started from the beginning. “When you left, you took a piece of my heart. A piece that you will forever own, and I hate to say that, to admit such weakness, but it’s true. I loved you in a way that terrified me, because I had never been so codependent on someone else before. I never needed or wanted someone so damn much, not like I did with you.”  

His blue eyes darted to her, comprehending everything she had to say.  

“But you were selfish, you only cared about yourself. You couldn’t handle a relationship, and while you lived in Tacoma, I had to patch myself up. I had to find a way to heal, and I did. I found Tig, and it wasn’t supposed to last as long as it did, but it has. While you own one half of my heart, he owns the other. You are my kryptonite and he’s my saving grace. And I feel so confused, so hurt, because I love you both so much.” There was a wavering to her voice, which made him tense and her gaze to focus ahead. Not wanting to expose anymore vulnerability than she had already.  

“You weren’t my first, but you were my first love. My first, true love. And Tig, he’s the second love of my life. You both live inside my chest, taking up space there and now that you’ve come back. I can’t think straight, I can’t. Because you’ve now taken space up in my head. You come back professing your love and the mistake you made in leaving me, expecting me to take you back.”  

His head hung low in regret, and she could only continue to keep that distance between them.

“Everything you said, I waited for a year, I waited everyday for you to come back and tell me how sorry you were, how much you loved me. But I’m not sure if I continue to love you cause’ you hurt me, or because I want something more from you. I don’t know, the pain you inflicted on me has become my drug. I’m addicted to it, but it’s not good for me.” She sighed softly, tears falling quietly down her cheeks.  

Kozik stopped walking and immediately gripped her bicep, causing her to stop as well. He forced her to look at him and when she did, they both felt that intoxicated love coming rip-roaring back to life.  

“I don’t know what it was about you that caught my eye. Maybe it was your wild hair, or your daring eyes, or the fact that you weren’t afraid to put anyone in their place, but something in you, made me gravitate towards you. From the moment I saw you walk into that bar, I’ve loved you and every day after. I made a mistake in leaving, and it’s one I’ll always regret. Because you are the only woman for me, I don’t want to be your kryptonite babe, I want to be your superman.” He said, his thumb stroking circles over her damp cheek.

She couldn’t help the free-roaming tears, or the utter adoration she had for Kozik. And all she could think about while looking at him is how much she wanted to kiss him. However, he seemed to have had read her mind because he was soon leaning down and placing a searing kiss across her plump lips. His hands roaming down the length of her body before encircling her waist.

And while two old lovers reunited, there was a man scorned across the street, staring idly from an ice cream parlor. Tig would never admit it, but he swore that day he could feel a bit of him die off.  

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It had been two hours later when Y/N had returned to the club house. Kozik had taken a ride with Happy to Stockton State Prison to visit a member who had been locked up for years. There was an underlying guilt nestled in the pit of her stomach as she stepped through the club house doors. Mainly because she hadn’t only kissed Kozik but also had sex with him.

Shoes pattered against the floor as she made her back to Tig’s dorm, only wanting to hide beneath the sheets. However, when she entered the room, she was stunned to find him sitting on the edge of the bed. He lacked any visible facial expression, in fact he was so still and quiet that it unnerved her. Setting her bag down on the small table near the door, she’d frown. “Tig, what’s wrong?”

He remained silent, until he barked out a question that made her sick. “Did you fuck him?”  

And all she could do was play stupid, pretend that she hadn’t just been devoured by Kozik. “Who?”

In a flurry of rage, Tig was at his feet, tossing aside the wooden chair that was a few feet away from him. “Don’t play fucking stupid Y/N, you know god damn well who I’m talkin’ about.”  

She bit into her bottom lip to keep back a yelp, before taking a cowardice step back.  

Icy blue eyes darted to her, legs drawing him closer to her. “Answer me!” he growled.

“Yes! Okay! Yes! I did, I slept with him.” She cried, guilty and frustrated tears forming.

His face was only a few inches from hers, his gaze narrowed down at her while his upper lip quirked into a scowl. “You’re a dirty fuckin’ bitch.”  

His words were like a slap to the face, and in a sense, she couldn’t blame him for what he said, for what he thought. She had slept with her ex-boyfriend, while simultaneously screwing Tig on the side. Yet, she couldn’t deny how much his words broke her.

“Don’t call me that.” She mewled.  

Tig was soon cornering her against the wall, trapping her between his arms as his hands dug into the wallpaper. “That’s what you are.”

Hands formed into fists at her side, trying her hardest not to unleash on him. But it couldn’t be helped, because the way he was staring at her, made her realize that she was never priority in his life either. He was always fucking her, and other women as well, it was never her, it would never be just her.

“Says the man who fucks me, then an hour later goes and fucks someone else. Don’t you ever try to shame me for what I did, when you go out and do the same thing every day. You’re not better than me, and you’re not in my shoes, you don’t understand what I’m going through.” She snapped.

He scoffed before pulling away from her. “There differences between me and you doll, is that I only love one woman that I fuck, and I come home to her every night.”  

Tig was soon grabbing his kutte and stalking out of the dorm, slamming the door behind him.  

While she had waited for Kozik to admit his wrongs and come back, she had also been waiting for Tig’s confession of love.  

And when he had finally said it in the midst of the jumble, she could only feel the piece of her heart that belonged to him, cry out for its owner. Y/N slowly slid over to the bed where she sat on the edge, looking blankly at the floor as incoherent sobs shook her body.  

The one person who had been there for her, she had hurt. She had betrayed him so effortlessly, and now he was gone. All for the sake of a man who had left her broken and torn in the dust.

Chapter 4

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24. Truth vs Lies ~ by Jax

The sun was slowly setting over the horizon as Jax and his crew rode past the old, carved wooden sign of announcing one’s arrival to Charming. The warm breeze was hitting the biker president’s scruffy cheeks, blowing the ends of his light hair from under the helmet that sat securely on his head. Another day was behind them and he was looking forward to rolling back into TM to conclude the long hours that made up that day. He would be lying to himself if he expected life as he normally knew it to stay as quiet and as peaceful as it had in previous weeks. Their time was normally filled with chaos not calm filled business transactions. As much as he enjoyed settling into what some would call the domesticated life with Scarlet and his son, he knew that shit would be short lived. He would be naive and a complete moron not to expect it and at the same time be ready for it. The days of their lives were better known to be filled with chaos and turmoil and Jax knew better than to think that shit wasn’t coming.

His foot quickly downshifted his Dyna as he rounded the next turn, his hand easing on the throttle as they rolled into the place they all called home. It was true that most of the MC considered the clubhouse more their home than their actual place of residence. Their lives were spent around that reaper table and not one of them would ever choose differently or regret a single moment. Jax could recall only a few times he had ever thought seriously about walking away from the club. He wasn’t exactly sure if it had been a blessing or not that he hadn’t decided to leave. The legacy of the gavel he held daily was in his blood; it was meant to be held by a Teller and he was the only hope for that to happen when he forced Clay Morrow to step down. It was a choice his ex wife had accepted but he knew deep down she hated it. She wanted the white picket fence, kids, dog and him as a normal working man. It was something that would have never happened which was exactly why it didn’t. He was merely a mediocre mechanic with a GED. An outlaw was the only thing he knew and did well. Jax Teller was a smart man, but his smarts didn’t take him to a corporate office, his took him to the streets where he was a CEO in his own right. And in recent days his ‘office’ was exceptionally calm.

His feet lowered to the asphalt as he walked his Harley back into its normal resting spot at the head of the line. With a flick of his ankle the kickstand found its way down to be the support for his mechanical beast. His eyes darted rapidly around the lot, taking in the usual surroundings as his brothers mimicked his recent actions. Swinging his leg over the saddle, both feet once again made contact with the pavement below as he pulled each finger from his leather gloves. His blue eyes peered through his riding glasses, finding the matriarch herself sauntering out of the garage office headed straight for the gang of brothers.

“Hey baby. Good day?” Gemma placed both of her aged hands against her son’s chest where his signature leather rested. Without a moment of hesitation in his actions, Jax brushed a kiss over his mother’s still smooth cheek. The woman that birthed him surprisingly still didn’t show her true age. She was still a fox, now just a fox in her prime. He really couldn’t have been prouder of his mother and the sacrifices she had made for him and the club not to mention the ol��� lady that every woman behind her would ever stride to be. That also included his ol’ lady, Scarlet.

“Quiet day, ma. How’s shit around here? Scar gone home with Abel?” Jax questioned as he plucked the leather strap open from under his chin, placing the helmet on the custom T-bars. Taking a single step away from his Harley he slipped his glasses from his eyes and stuffed them to the inner pocket of his kutte. As Jax strutted his normal stride towards the clubhouse door, he turned his head to study his mother’s expression as she followed, his steps in time with the clicking of her high heels boots as they fell upon the pavement.

“She’s already gone. Abel was resistant, baby. Are you sure..” Gemma questioned as Jax quickly ended his mother’s words, already privy to what she was about to spew.

“Mom, he has to get used to Scarlet being around. He’s fine with the other damn girls, with Unser, Chucky...what the fuck is the problem with Scarlet?” Jax’s tone dripped with annoyance; he was aware his young son was still processing Tara’s death but he was convinced Abel needed a more stable woman in his life other than Gemma. Scarlet was now pregnant with his child, she wasn’t some random croeater he dipped his cock in once in awhile. She wasn’t going anywhere, as long as he had something to say about it.

“I know Jackson but are you sure about her? For Abel? For you?” Gemma halted her steps and grabbed at her son’s elbow, causing him to turn to face her.

The tone of Jax’s earlier annoyance was now evident on his expression. His mother loved to stick her nose in his shit, especially when it concerned a woman. And while he understood her concern, she also needed to know when to back the fuck off.

“Jesus Christ. Are you fuckin’ kidding me right now? She’s carrying /my/ baby. She’s /trying/ with Abel. What the fuck is wrong with you?” The anger displayed on Jax’s face was clear; he was done with this bullshit when it came to the women in his life. It had nothing to do with Scarlet but it had everything to do with his mother’s own insecurities.

Since Jackson was a teenager Gemma made sure to know everything about any girl he ever dated. Tara Knowles being the first. There was always something wrong with /anyone/ he crushed on, dated or even fucked. Wendy faced the same ridicule that Tara did, even though his mother pushed for the marriage between them only for her own selfish wants of a grandchild. And now Scarlet was going to be reprimanded the same as the other women in his past life. And he wasn’t about to let that shit continue.

“Baby, I know you think you love her. I love her. She’s Otto’s daughter but..” His mother hesitated and did her famous lip bite when she seemed nervous or hiding something.

“But what?” His breathing became deeper as Jax attempted to control the anger that was now boiling in his gut.

Gemma took a step closer to her son, fixing the edges of his kutte before dancing her hands down over the chest of it, running her fingertips over the President’s flash that was sewn securely to the leather as her dark eyes lifted to his. He wasn’t stupid, she was trying to smooth him over like she always did. What she didn’t know was whatever she was about to say to him wasn’t going to change anything. Nothing at all. But Gemma being the manipulative woman she could be would use any means necessary to get her way, lying or otherwise.

“Are you aware how close she is with David?” His mother batted her long lashes as she tried to drop a bomb he didn’t want to consider. The thought had entered his mind the night Scarlet spilled the truth about her being pregnant. For all he knew she was carrying David’s child; he didn’t know just how close they were but it was an accusation he wasn’t willing to bring up to Scarlet, not now and probably not ever. In all honestly he felt it was just his own insecurities causing those lingering thoughts no matter how hard he fought to keep that shit at bay. Truth was they hadn’t known each other long before she showed up throwing the pregnancy in his face. He’s be pretty stupid to /not/ think there could be other alternatives even when he didn’t want to.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?” He pulled away from Gemma, turning his brawny body back to her, making another step towards the clubhouse door.

With a sense of panic Gemma’s eyes shifted as she watched her only son walk away, blurting out before thinking. “I caught her with him!”

The words fell from Gemma’s mouth before she had time to think. The lie erupted from her painted lips before she had time to even consider the possible damage she could cause. The words hit Jax’s ears, unable to be fully processed before he caught his lips curling in a snarl.

“You what?!”

Luckily Gemma was the queen of weaving deception and thinking swiftly on her feet.

“I went to your house. He was there. They were..umm..baby, just trust me, she’s not the one for you.” Gemma frantically brushed her bangs from her eyes before they scanned the pained and angered expression on her son’s face. After Scarlet’s prissy, almighty attitude with Gemma a few days before, as much as Gemma wanted another grandchild, the matriarch was prepared to do whatever it took to put her in her place. Otto's kid or not.

“You know what mom? I don’t wanna hear it! Stay the fuck out of my shit! You got that? I ain’t tellin’ you again.” Jax’s finger was pointed sternly in his mother’s face. He was getting tired of her butting her nose in where it didn’t belong but at the same time he couldn’t help be curious after hearing her accusation.

“I’m just looking out for you and Abel, Jax.” Gemma took a quick, deliberate step forward, gaining a sense that her plan was going to backfire.

“Just leave me deal with it. She’s my ol’ lady goddamnit!” Without another look at his mother he turned, making his way inside, moving straight for the head of the reaper table only to be stopped by Chibs.

“Brotha, everythin’ a’right?” Chibs grasped Jax by the elbow, stopping him in his tracks. The VP was very in tune with his young president’s emotions, especially when the anger radiated off of him as it was in that moment.

“I’m fuckin’ fine. Cancel the meet with Collette. I ain’t in the mood to deal with a bunch of whores today.” Clenching his back teeth the blond biker never looked at another member before taking wide strides to the room they would normally all gather in, slamming the double doors behind him.

Harshly Jax gripped the back of the leather chair and tugged it back, spinning it just enough to flop his ass into it. Leaning back he scrubbed his rough, tainted hands over his tired face. If it wasn’t club business he was dealing with it was his fucked up personal life. Never a dull day, not in the life of Jackson Teller.

He noticed his hands were shaking as he reached into his kutte and grabbed the case he kept his Marlboros in. With a quick flick the top opened before he brought it up to his mouth to slip one out, holding the filter with his teeth until his lips firmly tightened around it. Lifting his ass from the seat he eased the cheap lighter from his pocket, swiftly igniting the end, watching it burn bright red as he inhaled. Plucking the smoke from his lips he stared at the wall across from where he sat, twirling the lighter in his fingers. His thoughts drifted to Scarlet and the look David had given him before they peeled out of TM the day Scarlet told him about the life she was carrying inside her that supposedly belonged to the King of Charming. Before the full image could form in his mind Jax drew back and whipped the cheap ass lighter across the room. The strength of the throw caused plastic and metal to slam into the wall, shattering upon impact. The smell of lighter fluid quickly consumed the room along with the loud snap of the thing exploding. Within seconds there was a knock at the door.

“Boss?” Tig’s head peeked in through the cracked open door.

“I’m fine. I just need to be left the hell alone alright?” Jax turned the chair so his back was to the entrance to the room, removing the cigarette from his mouth as a steady stream drifted into the air, the sense of the doors once again being closed behind him. His head rested against the high back as his eyes flickered to a close. He felt like his life was a fuckin’ mess at yet another particular point in time. Club shit was good, easy, quiet. But the other half of his life was in turmoil, or so it felt like. Nothing was ever easy for Jax in that sense. Any time he tried to balance the life of being a father, husband and outlaw, one or all went to shit. And here sat another of those times. He wondered if it was all worth it; it felt like he had to be all in or all out. Was that the answer? With a new child coming into his life that he silently swore to himself was his until proven differently, was that what he needed to do? Give up the outlaw life? Become a domesticated man like an animal in a cage? The mere rationalizing of it made his stomach turn in knots. Him, a normal man. He knew it wasn’t in the cards but was it truly time to give up the only life he knew, put the club that he loved so much behind him and concentrate on his family? Tara had all but begged him to take Abel and leave Charming with her only a few years prior and he had contemplated it but the decision remained the same as he assumed it would now. But was it time to finally make the difficult choice he knew was there but regretted? His children deserved a life outside of the disarray of his outlaw life. And Scarlet. She deserved more than the life she had been handed. He imagined Abel going down the same path she did; growing up with the violence and hatred, chaos and wreckage, growing up to know nothing more than killing or be killed. The contemplation of it made him cringe and his skin crawl. He wanted more for his son, he didn’t need the anguish and torment that came with the mc life. He knew even at Abel’s young age the tendencies were there; he was a miniature mirror image of Jax. Abel was demonstrating more tantrums and chaotic behavior as time went on. Jax couldn’t be sure if that was because he was twisted up from Tara’s death or if it was actually parts of him rubbing off on his young son. Either way it was a life he didn’t want for Abel, whether the gavel was someday his destiny or not. But at the same time he contemplated the decision to leave his heart and mind wandered to his brothers, the family that he had chosen. It tore him in two to even consider making a decision between the family he was given and the family he has chosen.

After taking in a deep, ragged breath Jax blew the last of the bluish grey smoke up into the air, filling the space where he sat secluded and alone. The room was dim which led him to believe it was later than he cared to realize. Scarlet would probably be sending her usual text wanting to know where he was and if he was okay and with the hidden message wondering when he would return home. He was conflicted about so much but unable to rectify any of it. What if what his mother said was true and she had in fact caught his ol’ lady with the man that was supposed to be there for club business but most of all his long time friend? For all Jax knew David and Scarlet had been together or even friends with benefits. How the fuck could he know that what his mother blurted out wasn’t the truth? He felt the vein in his temple throb the more he considered it a possibility despite wanting to. Does he question her or let it slide? After all it wasn’t like he had much room to talk; he dipped his dick in whore pussy many times while on runs when he was married so he had no right to question her sex life before or hell even after him. Deep in his heart he felt that Scarlet would never lie to him but how could he be sure? He’d only known her a few months, there was a strong possibility she could be pinning the baby on him for obvious reasons. He was a Teller, head of the Sons of Anarchy and able to take care of her and her child almost better than anyone.

“Jackie?” The accent that could only be Chibs echoed into the room as the door once again pushed open. As annoyed as Jax was he expected it; having time alone was a rare commodity. Still leaned back in his chair he turned, locking eyes with his vice president.

“Yeah?”

“Ye a’right brotha? Been in here a long time.” Chibs urged forward and took his seat at the table without asking Jax’s permission.

“Just thinkin’ ya know? All this shit with Scarlet and the baby. Is it wrong of me to think there’s a chance it ain’ mine?” Jax slipped another cigarette from his pack, slowly placing it to the corner of his lips.

“Nah brotha. Ya just met the gal. But shite happens ya know? But I don’ t’ink she’s lyin’ to ya, Jackie.” Chibs offered Jax a light, guessing he needed one after Tig relayed what the sound was from earlier.

The prez’s blue eyes raised with Chib’s words. Jax knew his brother would never lie to him. He’d always lay it out whether the truth was good or bad and Jax actually at that moment felt confident that Scarlet was in fact telling him the truth about the baby she was carrying. But why would Gemma spew the lie she had earlier? From anything Jax had saw with any interaction between the two shit seemed fine, that the two had actually been getting along. But when it came to his mother, there could be any number or reasons she was pulling shit. Question was, was it worth the headache it would cause to confront her with it any further? Right now, Jax had no energy or interest to address the bullshit with Gemma. If she had a beef with Scarlet, they’d have to work that shit out on their own, he had enough on his own plate on a daily basis.

“Thanks brotha. You’re right. Scarlet got no reason to lie. But Gemma…” Once again he felt his teeth clench after resting the fresh Marlboro on the edge of the ashtray.

“She’s jus’ tryin’ ta protect her baby boy, Jackie.” The grin creased the Scot’s face as his hand clapped on Jax’s shoulder. Sometimes all he needed was a little reassurance from the men that cared more about him than if they were blood relation.

“Yeah, I know.” Retrieving the cigarette, Jax took another inhale as Chibs turned to exit.

“By the way, Scarlet called. Was worried she hadn’ heard from ya. Might wanna call ‘er soon.” With a reassuring smile Chibs left the room, leaving him to himself again.

Fishing in his pocket he pulled his burner out, his brows furrowing in wonder as to why she hadn’t called him if she was worried. It was odd that he hadn’t heard from her. Flipping it open he sighed heavily, tossing it on the table. Dead. No wonder he hadn’t received so much as a text. He took another pull from the filter of his cigarette, quickly stubbing it out as he raised from his seat. It was time to go home. To his son and his ol’ lady. Decisions hadn’t been made but in hindsight they were. He was the President of SAMCRO, he couldn’t turn his back on his brothers and at the same time he couldn’t turn his back on his family. The saga of meshing father, husband and outlaw would have to continue into another day.