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Hi baby. Saw the prompt list. 😎 May I have #5 ☆ { calling } them late at night to come over for Jax Teller, please?
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It was just one of those nights, there's only so much scrolling you can do before things become repetitive, and boring in your feeds. Flipping between Tumblr, Reddit, and Facebook, things were becoming boring, and nothing was helping you fall asleep. Tapping the side of your phone, you flip through old photos, smiling now and again looking over Jax's face. Sitting up in bed, you check the time, 12:24 a.m. Sighing, you decide to give it a shot, chances are Jax was up anyway, so why not.
Scrolling down and finding his name, you hit the call button, and wait. Ringing you groan, maybe he was --
"Hey, Darlin'. You alright? What's up?" he asks, you can tell there's a smile on his face.
"Hey, Baby. I know it's kinda late, but would you mind coming over... I can't sleep... and I could use the company." you bite your lip a bit.
"Yeah, sure, I'll be over in 15." he stated.
After the brief conversation and a quick I love you and a hangup, you go unlock your door, knowing he'll lock it when he gets here.
Hearing the motorcycle approach, and the engine turn off, you feel this bubble of excitement pulse through you. It was a matter of time before you heard your front door open, close, lock, and the sound of boots headed your way.
Peeking his head in, he looks over you, and you smile, moving over you pat the empty space in your bed and gesture for him to join you. Taking the hint, he makes his way over, slipping off his vest and coat, tossing his hat on the table, and kicking off his boots and socks, he slips into bed.
"Your pants... your shirt... are in the way." you smirk.
He chuckles and standing back up he takes them off, dropping them to the floor before climbing back in under the covers. You scoot yourself closer, and he wraps his arm around you, pulling you close.
"Can't sleep?" he asked you.
Nodding, your fingers move over his chest as you look up at him and smile. "Thank you for coming over."
"It's nothin' Darlin'. I've always told you I'm a call away." he kisses the top of your head.
A soft smile graces your lips as you scoot a little closer to him and let out a small satisfied smile. But you seem you can't keep your hands from wandering on him. Slipping under the blanket, you keep your gaze on him as you move over his boxers. Smiling, you bite at your lip and kiss him sweetly.
A slight chuckle escapes his lips as he pulls you closer to him, his hand roaming your figure as he moves you to lay on top of him, holding you close, his hips move upward a bit, kissing you deeply, and he slips the shirt from your body and tosses it to the floor along with his clothes.
Pressing yourself against him, your hands move up along his sides and find your way to get tangled in that love head of golden locks. The kissing gets a little heavier between you two, the touching, how you press your hips against him, feeling him harden against you. You move your hand between your legs as you grip him through his boxers. He groans against your lips as he grips your breast, pulling you closer, and kissing you deeper.
The kissing, the touching, the grunts, and the groans were enough to send you into a feral mind. Moving his boxers down, you slip him right between your lips, your hips press yourself down, pressing him deeper inside you. You both end up groaning in unison.
His grip on your hips is tight, his fingers pressing hard against your flesh, indenting as he thrusts upward just enough to finish that last little bit you wanted to slip inside you. The streetlights are the only thing illuminating the room, your shadow cast on the walls. Looking over, he watches your shadow as you brace yourself against his chest and begin to move up and down on his cock.
Holding your thighs in his hands, he watches the way you move against him, your hands pressing into his chest as he moves his own up your body, feeling your flesh under his hands was a sort of high for him. He presses a hand against your chest, between your breasts, as he slowly guides your motions as he thrusts upward.
As you are being guided with a hand on your chest, one on your hip, and his cock between your legs, your head falls back as you let out a loud, long, drawn-out moan. Your body trembles as you pick up on the sounds, the smells, the way the air tastes. Listening to him grunt and your own moans fill the air. It's all palpable. Erotic. Addicting.
The way you both work against and with each other, it sends these shockwaves through both of you, a genuine quickie, you feel yourself building, but of course, it doesn't help with his own buildup, you can tell in his tone, in how frequent his groans become, in how his breath smells. Leaning forward, you moan against his lips. And that's when he tells you to finish with him. He lifts you up, and you grip his cock as he works your bud.
Before you know it, your whole body trembles, feeling those hot ribbons of white pour against you. Whimpering and trembling against him, you begin to pant. Achieving your desired goal, he leans against the pillow but grabs something to clean you up.
There was hardly anything spoken between you two. But you lay there, holding him close, you look up at him as he stares down at you.
"You feel good." you chuckle.
"What even was that?" he chuckles.
"I think it's called a quickie. You should be used to those." you poke.
"Ohh, is that what that was? I like those... but next time... we do a longie... not a quickie," he smirks.
"I'll play with your longie." you chuckle.
"No, Darlin', we call it a cock, longie.... please no." he chuckles. "Besides, I like the way the word cock escapes your lips." he smirked.
"You like your cock between my lips Jax..." you joust.
Gasping he chuckles. "That is true... gotta say, you're a good cocksucker." he winks.
The night continued into the morning, and eventually, you had both fallen asleep. His arms wrapped around you, his face in your hair, and you clung to him like your entire life depended on it. You were glad you called him over, much needed, and the sleep was much better with him there.
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Anything For The Club: Part Six
Will you betray Jax to protect The Club?
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[description]: jax teller x female reader, reader x oc characters
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[series cw]: 18+, female reader, swearing, sexual harassment/assault (non-canon characters), alcohol use, mix of fluff, smut and angst throughout, p in v sex, teasing, violence, gun use, mentions of blood, murder, blackmail
[authors note]: and that’s the end! hope you enjoyed this as much as i did writing it :)
“Assume you’re used to riding shotgun”, The President asked as he handed you a black helmet.
You put it on and straddled yourself along the back of his bike. “Not usually in heels.”
Realisation of the betrayal you were committing was crushing you. Here you were, sat on another man’s bike, about to ride off into nowhere so he could do god knows what to you. The guilt weighed on your chest as you gripped The President's waist from behind. You reminded yourself the reason you were doing this, Protect The Club. Protect Jax.
“First time for everything, sweetheart.”
He kicked the bike alive, it roaring fiercely as he rode out of the parking lot.
The journey was short. He pulled into a motel lot two blocks up the road. It was a quiet and dingy motel, known for its drug hookups and escorts. The exact kind of place you used to work before you had agreed with Jax to run Diosa. Jax didn’t like sharing, you were his and that was vital to him. You’d agreed that you’d both be entirely faithful to one another there on out, and you knew after this, he’d never forgive you.
“Classy.” You muttered as you pulled the helmet off your head.
“Ain’t gonna matter where you are once I’m inside you, sweetheart.”
“Yeah, sure.”
He placed the bike on its kickstand, and you followed as he made his way across the car park, up a flight of stairs and to room numbered 208. The curtains were already closed on the outside. He grabbed a yellow key card out from his back pocket, unlocking the door.
You stalked your way inside the room, hearing the bolt echo behind you as he secured the latch on the door.
The room was a simple, one large crimson bed centered between wooden side tables, home to two outdated lamps and a dusty bible. The President wandered straight to the mattress, sitting along the edge. He placed the manilla envelope on the side table closest to him before he pulled his cutte off. He slapped the mattress, coaxing you to sit beside him. Across from the front door was a bathroom that you immediately streamlined for. “I’m just gonna freshen up.”
He laid back falling flat across the bed, “don’t leave me waitin’.”
You closed the door behind you, sighing of relief for the brief moment alone. You looked at yourself in the mirror above the sink. It was cracked slightly along the edge, distorting the image in front of you. You turned the tap, letting the water run. The sound of the streaming fossett was soothing, and you closed your eyes with your hands clutching the sink, trying to overcome the sickness you felt burning through your stomach. You wanted to vomit. You took your jacket off, thrusting it to the floor, trying to breathe as you struggled for air. You’d never had a panic attack before but you imagined this is what it felt like.
He’s got you right where he wanted, you told yourself. Alone in a motel and not a soul knows you’re here. You searched your jacket for your phone, before remembering you left it in the car at the diner. Calling for help was out of the equation. Your chest was tight, the sound of your heart thudding engulfing your ears as you tried to gasp for air.
You didn’t have a phone, but you did have the gun. You could go out there and shoot him, take the envelope and run for the hills. And potentially start a gang war by killing The President of another crew, one that’s associated with the Mexican cartels. Dumb idea.
Your last option, just give him what he wants, get the photos, and be done. You’d already made it this far. The guy was hardly the worst looking man on the planet. He was monstrous and crass but it would be a sacrifice of a moment compared to the loss of everything Jax knew.
You let the water run through your fingers before you turned it off. You pulled your hair to the side of your neck, the cold water on your hands dripping down your skin. You can do this, you tried to convince yourself. Protect The Club. Protect Jax. You were going to have to break his heart, to save his club.
You heard a knock on the door at the same time it abruptly opened, not giving you any chance to respond.
“I said don’t keep me waitin’, little lady.”
“Just had to pull myself together.”
He crept towards you, and you instinctively turned into him, your back pressing into the sink behind you.
“I can help you out.”
His hands found your hair, clutching at the root as he pulled your head back. Your hands were grasping the edges of the porcelain, as he brought himself against your body, pressing his lower half into you. You were unable to move. He held you there, watching your face, taking in the sight of you completely at his disposal.
Tears welled in your eyes, unable to be forced back this time, and they began to stream from your face. You realised at this moment that you couldn’t do it. You couldn’t force yourself to want this man. He placed a hand on your cheek, wiping away the drops with his thumb.
“You look so pretty when you cry.”
He pressed his face into yours, kissing you viciously. His tongue tangled against your lips as it searched for entry, but failed as you kept your mouth forced shut. He pulled your head back again by your hair, staring into your eyes. His eyebrows raised as he watched you sobbing, furious from your apprehension.
“I’m not gonna fuck a corpse. You better give me something back.”
His hand released from your hair as he brought them down to your waist, pulling you from the sink. You stumbled against him, trying to find your balance. You wanted more time, a chance to think or just pause this from happening, to try and find a way out.
You forced yourself to find his lips, kissing him back. You entwined your fingers through his hair, hoping you could sell the facade that you wanted him too. A smile formed at the corner of his mouth while yours did all the work.
He seemed to relax before you pulled away, “should we go to the bed?”
“Fuck the bed. I want you here.”
He dragged the hem of your dress to expose your underwear, pulling you tight to his body by your ass. You squirmed at the feel of his hands on you this way, but tried to play calm to control the situation.
Your heel tangled into your jacket beneath you, and you could feel your gun was right under your feet. You kissed him again while he palmed at your backside, dragging his fingers under the fabric of your panties. You lowered your hands down his frame, leading them to his jeans, rubbing against his erection. You crouched down to your knees, your eyes never leaving his.
He groaned aloud as he watched you undo his belt buckle, your face parallel with his dick. “I knew you wanted this, little slut.”
You ignored his degradation, and carried on feeling him with your hands. His head fell backwards, and just as his eyes left yours, you began to press your mouth against his cock, gnawing at the hard membrane covered in denim. Your mouth continued to distract him, as you searched the floor with your free hand, desperate to find the gun in your jacket pocket.
Just as your hand reached the metal piece, your fingers twisting along the handle, The President looked down at you.
“The fuck you think you’re doing?”
You pulled the piece from the jacket, aiming it up at his chest. “Back the fuck up. Now.”
He chuckled at your advance, looking at the gun point towards him as he slowly stepped backwards.
“Maybe you ain’t so smart.”
He backed through the doorway as you stood, continuing to aim the gun. He reached the bed, sitting upright on the edge, his jeans draped around his thighs. He smirked at you, looking directly down the barrel. “We had a deal, little lady.”
You gripped the gun tighter, “I’m not your fucking lady.”
A chuckle escaped his teeth, “You really do need my dick in that dirty mouth of yours.” You paced towards the side table, holding your aim on him as you walked. You kept your focus on his face as you reached for the envelope. “You got any idea what you're starting?”
You placed the envelope under your arm, grasping the gun with both hands again, edging yourself further from the bed, until you were backed against the far wall of the room.
“Nothing I’m not prepared to finish.”
He held his arms out wide, taunting you. “I got a long list of enemies who would do anything for the shot you got right now.”
“I don’t want to kill you, asshole.
I want to leave this room, and pretend I never met you. I want you to leave my Club the fuck alone. I want to go back to my life before you existed.”
He closed his arms, and stood up slowly, pulling up his jeans and clasping his belt buckle back together. “Then I guess you better kill me.”
You readjusted the gun in front of you, “sit back down!”
He ignored you, continuing to pace forward, step by step. “I can see why he picked you as his old lady. Got looks and balls.”
“I said I don’t want to kill you, asshole. Not that I won’t.”
He grinned, reaching for you, extending his arms out. “Don’t be like that, baby.”
He was inches from you again, his chest now pressed against the barrel. You pushed it into him further, “I fucking mean it. Back the fuck up!”
He didn’t waiver. “Drop the gun, sweetheart.”
You pulled the trigger.
The sound of the gun jamming rang through your ears, and you stared at him wide eyed. He slammed the gun from your hand, the metal flinging across the room. He grabbed your wrists, pinning them to the wall behind you, the envelope under your arms falling to the ground, images of The Club spreading across the carpet beneath your feet. He pushed you with force against the wall, crushing your wrists in his grasp.
He spoke low into your ear, “No more choices.”
You tried to retreat, but the weight from his body engulfed you, making it impossible for you to move. The stubble of his beard scraped against your skin as his mouth moved against your neck. You screamed for him to stop, but the pleas fell on deaf ears, seeming to entice him further. His body was entrapping you against the wall so harshly that his hands could move freely, creeping their way under your dress as he tore at the seams, ripping it open. You recalled how it felt to be trapped by this man that first night you met at Diosa, and you knew now that had the eyes of the entire lobby not been present, this would’ve been your fate then. You closed your eyes, giving up the fight.
Suddenly he stopped, interrupted by a repeated banging on the door.
“Y/n?”
“Jax! Jax! I’m in-”, his hand slapped against your mouth. You bit the skin as hard as you could, but he didn’t release. Instead he plowed your body into the ground, laying over you as you crumbled to the floor, crushing you into the gap between the wall and bed.
He stared into your eyes as he held your mouth shut, whispering to you through his clenched teeth.
“Shut the fuck up or I’ll kill you with my bare hands.”
Tears streamed as your muffled screams paused. You clutched his hand against your mouth, trying to pry it from your face. You could only listen as Jax repeatedly thrust his entire weight against the wood of the door, the metal latch bulking under the pressure. The bolt gave in, and the door flew open.
“Jesus-” Jax was armed and reeling as he looked around the room. Your jacket, the gun and the images strung out across the motel room.
Your mouth was released from his grip as he pulled you by your hair. You winced at the pain, trying to find your footing as you stood up. He held you there like a prize, showing off your exposed and broken frame, tears pouring down your face. Jax’s core was stiff, glaring at The President with a look you hadn’t ever seen from him before.
His jaw flexed as he put his gun back into his cutte, speaking slowly through his gritted teeth.
“Get your hands off her.”
Your blackmailer smiled, his hands twisting further into your hair. “We were only just getting started.” His hands never left you, taunting Jax further. He looked at you up and down, licking his lips before turning back to Jax. “You got a good one here, Pres.”
“You got one more chance. Then I’m done talking.”
He pulled your hair back further, and you swayed as your balance was rocked.
“Oh, relax. Only wanted to try out the slut for myself.”
That was it, Jax lunged for him. Any restriction of his fury was completely unleashed, as he stormed across the room, grabbing The President by the head, slamming it against the wall. You were finally released from his grasp, and threw yourself across the bed, rolling onto the other side of the room.
You watched as they fought against the motel floor, Jax on top of him, repeatedly smashing his head into the carpet with all his strength. The bangs against the upstairs floor rocked the supports beneath it, thudding as Jax gasped from the repeated exertion. The President heaved his elbow into Jax’s stomach, and he fell backwards sitting upright, his back slamming against the side table. The table lamp crashed to the floor as Jax launched himself back into the President, crumbling him again. Jax was on top of the President, pounding his fists into his face repeatedly. He smiled at Jax, showing his bloody teeth as he took the beating.
But he didn’t let up, he continued to crush into him, his elbow dropping against his flesh, further forcing his face further into the carpet. Jax’s fists rammed into his face, for what felt like eternity, as blood poured from The President’s nose and mouth.
The President reached beneath him, grabbing a knife from the sheath that hung from his jeans. He sliced into Jax’s leg, and he screamed out in agony, making you flinch. Jax dropped his knee onto The President’s hand, crushing the knife out of his grasp.
His leg was bleeding through his jeans, but he didn’t stop. You watched as he endlessly beat the President into nothing, pure rage fueling his hands forward. Blood sprayed from the open wounds of his face onto the wall beside the bed frame, covering the floor and Jax too. Only once The President stopped moving, the groans from his mouth silencing, did Jax stop.
He was on top of him when he glanced at you, hiding in the corner of the room, your dress tore to shreds and tears streaming down your face.
He crawled off of The President’s lifeless body, crouching towards you. He wrapped you in his arms, and the relief of feeling Jax holding you again turned your tears into sobs.
“You okay?”
“I’m so- sorry-”
“Shhh. Darlin’ you got nothing to be sorry for.”
He cupped your face in his bloody hands, his rings glistening red from the liquid. His eyes matched yours, water pooling at the lids.
“Did he hurt you?”
You shook your head. “A few minutes later and he-”, you couldn’t continue as the sobs poured from your chest. He didn’t need you to say anymore. He hugged you tight against him as he stroked your hair, soothing your wimpers into submission. You looked up at him as he wiped the tears from your face.
“I had no choice- he was going to rat- he had proof-”
“I know, darlin’. Nero told me everything.”
“He did? But how did you find me?”
“Your car was still at the diner but you weren’t there. I didn’t know what to think-” he flinched at the memory. “I just kept riding, then I saw the bike parked outside the motel. I was checking rooms and then I heard you scream-” You kissed him before he could continue. His hands stroked the back of your head, “I’m here now, darlin. It’s okay.”
“He’s the President of another club.” You wanted to look at the carnage but you couldn’t bring yourself away from Jax’s face.
He took a deep breath, looking up from you to the body laying in a pool of blood across the motel floor. His body tensed as anger filled him again, his tongue pressing against the bottom of his mouth as it straightened into a hard line. “He’s nothing now.”
You sat up from Jax’s arms, watching him as he stared at The President, his eyes shifting from care and sorrow and morphing into pure rage once again. “They’re all done. Nobody is ever gonna hurt you again. You’re mine and anyone who touches you- they’re as dead as that guy and everyone that’s ever associated with him.”
He shifted onto his knee as he stood up, taking off his cutte. He removed the black SAMCRO t-shirt he had on and handed it to you, before putting his hoodie and cutte back on himself again. You placed the t-shirt over your ripped dress, and stood up alongside him. Jax walked over towards The President’s body, collecting the printed photographs that surrounded him on the floor. He flicked through the pictures, scoffing at the evidence.
“This prick’s been trailing us for weeks. These are from a run two months ago.” He carried the stack into the bathroom as he examined the images, before igniting the corners with his lighter, leaving them to burn in the sink. He watched as the flames turned the paper into ash. “Are there more of these?”
You shrugged your shoulders, “he said this was all he had.”
Jax picked your jacket off the bathroom floor. He walked back to you, draping it over your shoulders. “Doesn’t even matter. His crew is good as dust.”
You kneeled to the ground, reaching under the bed for the jammed gun. Jax looked at the weapon in your hands, “Did you try to use it?”
You handed the metal piece to him, “piece of shit jammed.”
He hugged you again, wrapping his arms around you. “That’s my girl. Least I got to pummel the cunt to death myself.” He placed the gun into his holder. “Let’s get you home.” Jax held your waist as you both headed for the door.
“Jax?”
He looked down at you, “you okay darlin’?”
Your eyes peered back at the bloodied mess that had unfolded on the motel room floor.
“Maybe we should call that cleanup guy you know.”
Jax smiled, kissing you reassuringly on the side of your head as you walked together. “I’m on it.”
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Summary: Follow up to Silent Leaving. Jax Tellers sister returns and all is not what it seems.
"Mommy, where are we going" asked you sweet little boy from the back seat of your car. "On a trip sweet heart" you replied as you glanced at him though the rear view mirror. He was a mirror image of his father. As you pulled out of your driveway for the last time your mind wandered over the last six years. So much had changed and happened since you had ran from your old life. You never saw yourself returning but you had unfinished business that had to be resolved.
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"Jackie Boy" stated Chibs as he looked out of the garage bay as he watched Juice walk to a familiar looking car that had just pulled in. "Is that.." started Jax as he turned his face a mix of hope and disbelieve.
"Hey Juice" you greeted as you stepped out of your car. "Was the drive okay? Saw you were stopped for a bit" murmured Juice not wanting to wake the child in the back. "It was fine" you replied glancing up to see Jax and Chibs making their way over. "I'll tell you later" you added your green eyes meeting his brown with that same pleading look you gave him when he caught you sneaking out of Opies funeral. "Your gonna be the death of me" muttered Juice as he nodded his agreement.
"Good to see ya again lassie" stated Chibs as he offered you a small smile. "Did you know where she was this whole time?" demanded Jax his temper flaring as his eyes locked on Juice. " No, recognized the car when she pulled in" replied Juice as he rolled his eyes at Jax. "You wonder why I left" you muttered as you crossed your arms and narrowed your eyes at your brother. "You have no idea how worried we have all been. " snapped Jax as he turned to you. "I'm sure you lost countless nights of sleep and all that" you replied a bitterness to your words. No one spoke for several minutes.
The little voice of your son broke the growing silence. "Hi" he stated to Juice from his car seat. "Hey little guy, I'm Juice" replied Juice as he turned to the car. "Wanna meet your nephew?" you asked looking at Jax who simply nodded. "Come here. Mommy wants you to meet some people" you stated softly as you moved to get him from the car.
"Cole, this is Juice, Chibs and your uncle Jax" you stated as you introduced your son to the three men. "Did you know my daddy?" asked Cole as he looked at the men. "Yeah, we did little guy" replied Jax as his heart ached at the memory of his best friend. The little boy in your arms was a spitting image of him.
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A couple hours had passed and your son had taken a liking much to your concern to Tig and Happy. You watched the three as the two men taught him how to play pool. "Is the lil guy okay for a beer" called Tig as he saw you watching him. "Trager" you warned as you laughed and shook your head.
"Whats on your mind Jackie Boy" asked Chibs as he sat next to Jax who was watching Juice and you at the bar. "Things just don't make sense." he muttered as he looked at his friend. "Why leave like that and come back all of a sudden. Nothing here for her but bad memories and shit" he continued as he lit a cigarette and took a drag. "Maybe she healed and is ready to be home" replied Chibs as he took a sip of his whiskey.
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"This is a dangerous play" whispered Juice as he sipped his beer as he glanced over at you. "I know but the reward will be well worth it" you replied as you kept watching your son. "I hoped he was yours" you added as you finally looked over at the man next to you. Juice held your gaze before replying. "Far as I'm concerned he is" he stated his eyes burning with the same heat that they had all those years ago. The heat that had tempted you and that you couldn't get enough of. Heat you had yearned for all these years. "I cant wait to not have to sneak around" you whispered as you broke away from his gaze. Home you thought, was about to have a whole new meaning.
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Ten: I Have A Confession
Charles Leclerc x Nova Teller (OC)
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Small town meets the fast lane. What happens when two souls meet? Will it end in happiness or will they both crash and burn?
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The sound of my phone vibrating against the small nightstand rudely interrupted my slumber. I tried to roll onto my back and I quickly found I was being pinned to the tiny mattress. Panic filled my body as I tried my hardest to remember the events of the previous night. I knew I had been drinking but surely I hadn’t drunk enough to not remember bringing someone up to the apartment.
Slowly I opened my eyes, quickly trying to pull the duvet over my face to shield myself from the harsh sunlight flooding in through the window, whilst I tried to calm my racing mind. The feeling of sharing a bed with someone other than a toddler was foreign to me, panic filled my sleepy body, the weight of an arm wrapped around my waist was preventing me from making an escape.
My memory of last night was a bit foggy in places but clear images of Pops’ outburst flooded my mind as I laid staring at the door to the apartment. As much as he hurt me last night I was still worried about him.
Finally I managed to reach out to the small nightstand, fumbling around trying to get my phone, wanting to find out who was texting me at the crack of dawn, without waking whoever it was behind me. Squinting at the brightness of the screen, I mentally praised myself for remembering to plug it in last night. Ignoring most of the texts of members of the MC checking on me, I looked for Jax’s name, sighing when I saw I had four new messages from him.
00:34 - Tig has managed to calm Pops down. He is safe and asleep.
00:45 - Think we need to work out what we are gonna tell El. I don’t think we can hide this any longer.
01:02 - Please make sure you get some sleep, Squirt.
06:15 - P.S forgot to mention last night that you and Charles look good together, don’t let this get in between you two.
“Rayon de soleil, il est trop tôt. Retourne dormir. Sunshine, it's too early. Go back to sleep,” a husky sleep filled voice mumbled from behind me causing me to freeze. I didn’t need to turn around to see who was sharing the bed with me, it was a voice I would be able to recognise anywhere. Squeezing my eyes together, willing myself to remember all the events from last night.
Why was Charles in this bed?
Did I get that drunk I couldn’t remember fucking him?
“Nova,” Charles whispered, rolling onto his back. Placing my phone back on the nightstand, I adjusted my position so I was now lying on my other side facing him, “I can hear your mind racing,” his voice was soft as he wrapped his arm around me pulling me against his chest, “take a breath and focus on my heart beat.”
Following his instructions, I took a few deep breaths, resting my hand against his bare chest. The steady beats of his heart allowed me to focus on something other than the voices inside my head. As I laid there everything started to come back to me, causing a wave of embarrassment washed over me.
“About last night,” I paused, taking a deep breath, trying to collect my thoughts, “I want to apologize,” I whispered.
“You have nothing to apologize for, your reaction and feelings are valid,” Charles said softly, running his fingers against my skin. “I wasn’t going to let you be alone, everyone needs someone to fall back on.”
A comfortable silence washed over the two of us, I needed to come clean to him, pretending I didn’t know who he was had started weighing me down. If we were going to take that leap of faith, giving us a chance I needed to tell him. Letting my eyes flutter closed I found myself tracing random shapes against his skin, trying to muster up the courage to tell Charles what was on my mind.
“Qu'est-ce qui te préoccupe, Sunshine ? What's on your mind, Sunshine?” Charles asked, pressing a tender kiss against the top of my head.
“I have a confession,” I mumbled, refusing to open my eyes, feeling that the moment I told Charles the truth everything would change and not in the way I hoped it would, “I um,” the words were getting caught in my throat, my stomach was churning from nerves, “I know who you are,” I said quickly, focusing on the feeling of his toned chest underneath my fingers. “I know you are Charles Leclerc, one of the best Formula One drivers on the grid,” I was cursing myself mentally at the last part of the sentence, I just wanted to slap myself in the face.
The silence I was receiving made me want to throw up, only a few seconds had passed but it felt like an eternity. Charles let out a small chuckle as he linked his fingers with mine. “Sunshine, I already figured out you knew who I was,” he hummed, with a playful tone in his voice. “People who don’t watch the sport can’t walk into a bar and instantly start reciting Crofty’s commentary to Monza 2019, perfectly might I add, without even watching the race.”
Of course he knew.
Propping myself up on my elbow I looked at Charles with a confused look on my face, “if you knew why didn’t you say anything?” I asked, raising my brow at him.
“You treated me like a human rather than a celebrity, if I’m being honest it was like a breath of fresh air,” he whispered with a large smile on his face, his fingers brushing against my cheek, “you weren't freaking out, you weren't all over me trying to get my phone number or a picture.”
“Trust me on the inside I was,” I giggled, snuggling back down into him, letting the warmth from his body wash over me, “speaking of phone numbers, the morning you came into the cafe I scribbled my number down on a napkin but I never heard anything from you.”
“Nova, I never got your number,” Charles whispered, confusion in his voice before pausing, “that’s what Pierre was smirking at when he took the muffins out of the bag,” he chuckled, “is that why you hardly came over to the table in the bar? Because I hadn’t texted you?”
“I thought you were ignoring me, because I turned you down for dinner,” I admitted, causing another chuckle to escape his lips.
“Do you really think I was trying to ignore you?” he asked, pressing a kiss against the top of my head, “I could see how thinly spread you were so I took a step back giving you some space. There is no way I could try and ignore you, Sunshine,” he whispered, “ever since you burst into the bar on our first night here you have invaded all my thoughts.”
I felt my cheeks heat up at his words, never in a million years did I expect to hear those words coming from Charles Leclerc’s lips, especially as he was talking about me. I felt like a right idiot now for hiding the truth for the last week.
“Oh god,” I whimpered, hiding my face in his side, “I feel so stupid.”
“You are so cute,” he hummed, with a small chuckle, “I’m not going to lie to you Nova, I like you, like really like you.”
“I really like you too, Char,” I whispered, finally looking up, letting myself get lost in his beautiful green eyes, “I just wished you didn’t witness last night's events. Jax told me that Pops flipped out at you after I left. I am so sorry you didn’t deserve that.”
“Don’t worry about it, I understand the situation okay,” he whispered, brushing my cheek with his knuckles, “now I think we should try and get a few more hours of sleep and then see where the day takes us.”
I didn’t reply, instead I adjusted my position in the small bed, resting my head against his chest, my arms and legs wrapped around him as I slowly drifted back to sleep to the sound of his steady heart beat.
“You know you really didn’t have to do this,” Charles hummed, refusing to remove his arm from around my shoulders as I fished my keys out of my pocket.
“Yeah I did,” I whispered looking up at him, “I want to thank you for last night, so what better way to do that than with my famous pancakes.”
“Yeah Charles she's making pancakes,” Pierre teased his friend in a childlike voice causing me to chuckle.
“Dude, shut up, she didn’t need to invite you, ya know,” Charles shot back, causing Pierre to pout, “don’t feel bad for kicking him out.”
Oh god they were as bad as Jax and I, this was going to be interesting. The moment I put the key in the lock I felt my body freeze, remembering that this was the first time either of the boys had been to the house, “urm, please ignore the sticky notes and please don’t move any of them.”
“Sunshine, arrête de t'inquiéter. Nous n'allons pas juger. Sunshine, stop worrying. We're not going to judge,” Charles whispered, pressing a kiss against the top of my head.
Taking a deep breath, I wiggled out of Charles' embrace pushing the front door open. The moment I stepped over the threshold I instantly felt a heaviness in the air. The sound of the TV was on extremely low but other than that the house was deathly silent. Before I had time to react I was being pounced on by Elenor, luckily I managed to catch her in my arms even if she did nearly send be toppling into the shoe rack, causing multiple pairs of white Nike Air Force Ones in various sizes to fall over the floor.
“Auntie Nova, you’re home,” she whispered, placing her small hand on my cheek.
“Yes, baby, I’m home,” I hummed, pressing a kiss against her forehead, “where’s your daddy?”
“He fell asleep on the sofa,” she nodded, squirming in my arms the moment she saw Charles and Pierre.
Placing her down on the floor she rushed over to the boys, taking both of their hands in hers, squealing something about showing them her race track she made out of lego. Shaking my head at her excitement, I flashed them both a smile, “have fun boys,” I chuckled, kicking my trainers off, replacing them with my slippers before following them into the living room.
The moment I walked into the room, I let out a heavy sigh, finding my older brother passed out on the sofa still wearing last night's clothes. Perching on the edge of the cushion, I gently nudged Jax in the side causing him to stir, “Jax, come on bro, you need to wake up,” I hummed, “we have guests.” Leaning back I provided him the space he needed to stretch his body out, knowing that this sofa wasn’t the comfiest to have dozed off on.
“Who’s here?” he asked sleepily.
“Charles and Pierre,” I said softly, flicking my gaze to the corner of the room seeing both boys on the floor playing with Elenor, they were both sat crossed legged but Charles had Elenor sitting on his lap. All of them were pushing the lego race cars around the track, Charles even going the extra mile making the noises to go along with the car. The sight was enough to turn me to mush, they were both amazing with her, nothing was too much trouble for them.
I couldn’t help snapping a picture of the scene in front of me knowing that it would become my next lock screen.
“Guessing last night didn’t scare him off?” Jax asked, running his hands over his face.
“I think it brought him closer,” I shrugged, turning my attention back to my brother, “so I invited them both round for breakfast as a thank you.”
“You making pancakes?” Jax said, cocking his brow at me.
“Of course,” I nodded, smiling softly at him, “I’m gonna go change first, then you can go grab a shower or whatever.” Pushing myself off the sofa I caught eyes with Charles, who flashed me a heart stopping smile before throwing me a wink. I felt my cheeks heat up from his movements, if the simple things like this caused me to get all flustered god help me.
It was official Charles Leclerc had set my world on fire and I never wanted the flame to die out.
The sound of the front door closing caused Elenor to jump from Charles’ lap to go investigate who had just come into the house. Charles took the opportunity to stretch his body out whilst carefully avoiding the lego race track.
“So, how was Nova last night?” Jax asked, running his hand over his face.
“Emotional,” Charles sighed, he hadn’t known Nova long but seeing her in the state she was last night broke his heart, “she practically passed out in my arms.”
“You won’t hear me say this often but you are good for her,” Jax smiled softly. “A word of advice, if she freaks out and it seems like she is shutting you out don’t panic, she has been burned too many times in the past causing her to build walls around her heart.”
“Don’t worry Jax, I intend to break down those walls,” Charles said with a small smile on his face, “ no matter how long it takes.”
“Just don’t break her heart, because if you do I will happily break your face,” Jax practically growled, causing Charles to gulp. He could tell by the stern look on the oldest Teller’s face that he wasn’t joking.
“Daddy, Poppy is home,” Elenor squealed, running back into the living room.
Charles felt the air in the room change slightly as JT walked in, he didn’t want to make the situation any worse than it already was so he decided to keep quiet, out of the corner of his eye he spotted Nova rush into the kitchen. Pushing himself to his feet he decided to see if she needed any help.
The moment he walked into the kitchen he felt his heart skip a couple of beats when he saw his own number staring him in the face. Seeing Nova rocking the Ferrari hoodie was a beautiful sight, red was definitely her color even if Charles was slightly biased.
“Red has never looked so good,” he purred, leaning against the door frame, he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. A smirk formed on his face watching Nova’s skin flush to a similar shade of red. He knew that his next move was a bold one but he didn’t care. Pushing himself off the wooden frame, he slowly walked over to Nova, wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder, “need any help my Sunshine?”
“Nah I’m good,” she smiled over her shoulder.
Charles’ heart was racing as she leant back into him, he couldn’t lie it felt good to be able to hold her in his arms. It was in that moment Charles realized how besotted he was with this girl, he never understood when his father used to tell him he would know when he had found his soulmate, until now. At first all Charles was looking for was some summer fun, but now he was realizing he wanted something more, he didn’t want to break anything off come the end of the trip. He couldn’t help but laugh at himself, he hadn’t known Nova that long but the effect she had on him was something he had never felt with anyone else.
It was official he was falling for Nova Teller and he was falling hard.
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"You look fucking sexy!" Cara whistled as Emily emerged from her bedroom in a pair of tight black leather look trousers and a gold halter neck top. It left her back bare apart from one band that stretched across the width of her back keeping the cowl neck at the front flying away and exposing her boobs. Her tattoo on full display. Paired with black chunky heels and dangly gold earrings, her long black & purple hair was pulled up into a curly/messy up do. "I don't know Car, I feel like it's too much." Cara shook her head, her own ear rings shaking. "No! You look amazing." Emily looked at Cara's outfit. Tight black jeans, a red lacy body con that made her boobs look incredible and red heeled boots. Paired with a black leather jacket, red earings and her hair curled she was ready to go. The sound of a car horn made Cara grin. "That's our cab! No time to change now come on you beautiful bitch. Get out!" Emily groaned loudly as Cara pulled her along, barley having time to lock her front door.
Not even 15 minutes later and they were walking through the gates of Teller Morrow. Jax was right about there being a party. People filled the parking lot, loud thumping of music could be heard even from outside as girls danced around any man with a reaper patch. "Damn these boys know how to throw a party!" Cara whistled as the man that Emily knew as Juice walked past. "And blonde Adonis did not disappoint, that boy is fine with a capital F!" Cara's eyes did not leave Juice as he sat down next to Opie on the far tables by the boxing ring. " Your a horny bitch y'know that?" Emily giggled at her friend. Cara rolled her eyes turning to fully face an amused Emily. "Oh come on! Not like you don't think the exact same about Blondie! I know you Em! I bet your dirty little mind has already fucked that man 6 ways to Sunday!" The Shock on her face was clear as Emily adamantly denied it. "I have not imagined doing dirty things to Jaxon Teller, you bitch!" Emily playfully shoved Cara! "Oh well that disappoints me darlin" a gasp fell from her lips as she turned to face the one and only Prince. Cara giggling like a school girl beside her. Emily felt like the wind was knocked out of her. There he was in his baggy jeans, a grey checkered shirt and that fucking leather kutte she wished she could pull him around by. She would never admit it but fuck the things she wanted to do to him. "Your back tattoo is awesome." He smiled as he admired her back. The full dark image of the grim reaper etched into her back was her most loved tattoo to date. "Thanks! I got it when I was 19 back in England. It's my favourite of all I have." Jax smiled as he watched her light up, tattoos clearly were a passion of hers. "What's the quote say?" Jax leaned closer, his breath fanning across her neck making her shiver and her own breath catch in her throat. "You can be a king or a street sweeper, everyone dances with the Grim Reaper.' Emily recited the cursive words that were inked across her shoulders. "A reminder, both the lowest of the low and the highest will have to face the reaper one day. Regardless of anything, you never out run the reaper. It'll always catch up." Jax smiled wide at her. "Sorry I'm abit morbid. Death, superstition, fate all of it excites me." Emily looked down and picked at the nail polish on her fingers. Noah would constantly tell her to shut up about all that stuff. Hated her ink, regardless of it's meaning to her. Tattoos to him were a turn off. Cara watched it. The moment Emily got excited finally letting a piece of her wall slip away. She also noticed how quick she retreated into herself. Shut herself up without having to be told. Quickly thinking on her feet, knowing she needed to change the subject, Cara stepped forward."Can you introduce me to your friend? He's fit as fuck and like I said earlier we need sexy men!" Laughing at Jax's expression, Cara noticed Emily smile again. "Juice. She likes Juice." Jax nodded throwing his arm around Emily he lead them both towards the table where his brothers sat. "Yo Juice! This is Cara, shes a friend of Em's." Juice smiled at Cara as she went to sit next to him. And that was the moment Emily knew she lost her friend for the rest of the night.
"How are you Em?" Opie asked as everyone around the table smiled at her. Juice and Cara in their own little world, but Happy, Opie, Chibs and Halfsack all watched her with smiles. Shock and confusion must of been clear to see on her face because Chibs spoke up. "Don't worry darlin' we don't bite! Jackie boy here don't shut the hell up about ya. Oh and that lasagne you made...perfection!" He smiled as Jax went red. Emily couldn't help but smile back. He was comforting, had the whole daddy vibe going on. Before she could say anything back to Chibs, she jumped at the feeling of a hand trailing down her back. Turning quickly she locked eyes with Noah. "Are you out of your fucking mind?" She snapped. Noah flashed her a smile that months ago would've easy made her melt and give in. But now? Now it made her angry. "You Not gave in yet? Thought you would've calmed down by now." Jax tensed beside her. "Thought I told you to stay away prospect?" Noah bristled at the way he spat out the word prospect, like it was an insult. "When are you gonna accept the fact I'm done with you?" Noah's face scrunched in anger at her words."You being done have anything to do with the fact HIS bike was parked outside our house 3 nights ago?" He spoke through gritted teeth. Jax went to step forward but Emily's hand on his chest. This was her fight. "MY House. MY bed. MY Choice." Noah's hands shook With temper. "Oh so your not denying it? You had him in MY BED?" Emily felt the redness creeping up her neck spreading like fire. It wasn't embarrassment though, it was pure rage. "Oh you mean the bed you had that WHORE in? No not that I got rid of it. Just like I got rid of you you little weasel." The laughter from Jax tipped Noah over the edge. "I told you to stay away!" Out of nowhere, Noah was knocked to the floor by a feisty brunette. Cara standing over him high heeled boot hovering at his groin. "I dare you to move you little wanker." Noah looked up at her clearly pissed off. "fuck sake when did you get here?" Hands on her hips, Cara blew a fallen strand of hair from her face. "Not soon enough, clearly. Now listen to me..." Cara pushed her stiletto heel hard enough into his groin to make him groan but not near enough as hard as she wanted to. "This is your last warning to back off. I swear little boy, I'll stomp on them till their mush." When Noah didn't respond she pressed down slightly harder, making him groan in pain again. "Fine." He spat. When Cara didn't move her foot, Noah looked at her questioningly. "I think your missing something?" Noah grinded his teeth in anger. Looking at Emily who stood silently next to a grinning Jax, Noah mumbled a pathetic "I'm sorry." Cara sighed in fake disappointment. "I think you can do better than that." Noah muttered something about her being a crazy bitch. "I'm sorry Emily. I really am. I love -" Cara clapped her hands sarcastically, "Well done almost believed your performance. That'll have to do, your cutting into our fun now off you fuck!"
Emily looked blankly at Noah as she watched him pull himself up from the floor and with one last look sloped off into the clubhouse. She had an unsettling feeling in her stomach as it twisted and turned. Was it just the effect of seeing him again? If he thought Jax was sleeping with her did everyone else? Was this fun and games to Jax? Fuck around with the prospect and wind him up, get under his skin. She didn't know what to think. But there's one thing she couldn't deny and that's the way her heart leaped when she looked at Jax. The way her stomach fluttered. That feeling was hope. And she wouldn't allow herself to entertain it. She's messed up enough as it is right now. Jax could have anyone he wanted, it was a known fact he slept his way around Charming and she won't let her heart get crushed again.
Distance. That's what she needed.
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Imagine you find out Chibs is seen with another woman.
"Y/N, they were together."
"We saw them"
"He's moved on!"
.. The old ladies & croweaters- the ones you considered friends, even maybe family now; kept telling you Chibs had moved on. You and Chibs weren't officially a couple, so you had to act like you didn't give a shit, but in reality - you fell in love with the man the first time he spoke to you.
Were they just trying to hurt you? Protect you? Who knew.
All you knew was that it hurt like hell! You had fallen so hard for Filip Telford over the past few months since moving to Charming - you really thought he was the one but you knew everything was too good to be true.
You sat at the bar with the girls in the clubhouse - they told you how much of a piece of shit Chibs was and that I deserved SOO MUCH better... The boys sat in a huddle, keeping out of the way - which seemed out of character for them.
You kept drinking...and drinking. I nodded along but didn't agree with a word they said. To be fair, I never thought Chibs would do this to me but he definitely wasn't a piece of shit & I definitely didn't deserve better. You didn't want better. You wanted him. You want Chibs.
You drank a lot by this point. "Thanks girls, I'm just gonna go out for a smoke."
"But Y/N, you don't smoke." one of them spoke over the others.
"I do now!" grabbing the packet of cigarettes and lighter you head outside.
Leaning against the wall, you lit the cigarette. This was the first one you'd had since quitting 5 years ago. You were ashamed, but you smoked as if it was going to cure everything. Blowing out the cloud of smoke a hand appeared yanking the cigarette from your grip.
"What the fuck are you doing lass?" Chibs face concerned.
"Hey, give me that..." you stumbled. "You don't get to take stuff off of me, like that bitch whore has..."
"What are ya talking about Y/N?" Chibs more confused than concerned now.
"That woman you've been seen with all over town, the girls have already told me, so save it Chibs. I hope she was worth it." Chibs scratched his brow with frustration and realising what was happening.
By this point the girls and the rest of the Sons had come out to see what was going down. A few of the boys took the girls back inside to talk.
"Y/N, the woman is no bitch whore. I can assure you! It was your sister."
You stare at him, tears leaving your eyes. You waited for more answers.
"I asked your sister, Y/S/N into town for lunch - I wanted to ask for her blessing on behalf of your family. I wanted to seek approval to ask for your hand in marriage.... Goddammit." he began to get angry.
You began to sob, so hard shoving your face into your hands.
"I can't understand why you'd believe them, Y/N. I can't believe you think I'd do that to you! And smoking again after how hard you worked to quit. This has to be a fucking joke." Punching the wall, he storms off out of the Teller Morrow lot.
You fell to the floor in tears. Juice and Tig sat down to comfort you.
"Hey man, you can't blame her you know what them crow eaters are like, they'll do anything to keep us boys from serious relationships. It'll all be fine man." Jax says before patting Chibs on the back.
"Just the thought of losing her kills me, Jackie Boy." He looked at Chibs with an empathetic look. "I'm in love with her."
A smirk appeared on Jax's face. "Stop fucking about and go get her, she's in love with you man."
Chibs wipes his face and bounds up to wear Y/N sat on the floor in her drunken state.
He reached down and lifted you up. "Y/N, come on. Lets go." You nodded. He swept you up and put you over his shoulder. Taking you to his room and laying you on the bed.
"Asif you got this drunk with worry - I can't believe you think I'd leave someone as amazing as you.
I'm going to kiss the worries away.. all over your body. Ok lass?"
"Okay Chibby.."
"And then tomorrow, I'm gonna ask you to be my wife..."
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Beautiful Redemption
Beautiful Redemption
(THE PORN STAR)
"Redemption lies in the beauty of second chances."
In which; Wendy Case's baby sister finds herself drawn to a particular man wearing the reaper.
Status: ongoing
22/04/2024-present
SOA: S2-
Chibs Telford x fem! oc
Starring: Giorgia Whigham (Avery Case) and Timothy Olyphant (Stanley Case)
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Sons of Anarchy. All rights go to Kurt Sutter, FX and any others that made this amazing show possible. I do, however, own my character, Avery Case, and any other OCs I might add in the future, along with their backstories and their storylines within the show. I do not give permission for anyone to repost my work as their own in anyway.
GRAPHICS: I MAKE the majority of the gifs that are used throughout this book, including the ones on this page. On occasion I will use gifs I find on google, which I will clarify. Any gifs I haven't made, all rights should go to the creators. I also DO the collages, covers, tags and trailers that are made. The majority of the pictures are made by A.I imaging.
⚠️WARNING 18+⚠️: violence, coarse language, mental health issues, domestic violence, abuse, possiblity of sexual abuse and/or rape, gore, fighting, drug and alcohol abuse, criminal activity, guns, sex work, large relationship age gap, death or talks of death, inappropriate racial slurs (things said in the show) and detailed sex scenes will appear in this book. If any of these are a trigger for you, please take caution if you decide to continue.
CHAPTER ONE
Family Matters
[ Small Tears ]
"I think it stems from my raging Daddy issues."
~ AVERY CASE to CHIBS TELFORD
AVERY'S OUTFIT
THE HOSPITAL WAITING ROOM buzzed with the muted sounds of whispered conversations and the occasional beep of medical equipment. Luann Delaney, the matriarch of the porn industry, hovered over one of her girls, Avery Case, her expression a mix of concern and frustration. With a gentle touch, she dabbed at Avery's bloody nose, trying to stem the flow of blood.
"It's gonna be okay," she assured her with a gentle tone. "Just tip your head back a little bit. I don't think it's broken.
"Wait a minute, hang on to that," Luann instructed, passing the tissue to Avery, before her attention shifted to the entrance.
Two figures strode into the room, their presence commanding attention. Jax Teller and Chibs Telford, members of the notorious Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club.
Luann wasted no time addressing the newcomers, her voice tinged with anger, "I told you not to stir things up. Look what that asshole did to her," she admonished, gesturing towards a bruised and battered Avery.
Jax's eyes widened in shock as he rushed to kneel in front of Avery, his heart sinking at the sight of her injuries, "Holy shit, Avery," he breathed, his voice heavy with concern and guilt.
Luann's curiosity piqued as she observed the interaction between Jax and Avery, "Wait, you two know each other?"
Jax nodded solemnly, his gaze never leaving Avery's battered form, "Yeah, she's my ex-wife's baby sister," he confirmed, his tone laced with regret. "This was Caruso?"
Avery confirmed Jax's words with a nod, her voice strained with pain, "Yeah, little prick," she muttered, her eyes locking with his.
Jax's expression softened as he gently brushed Avery's hair out of her face, his heart aching at her words, "Oh, God, darlin', I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "I didn't even know you were still in the game. I thought you were at school up in Nevada."
"The old man's got a crank debt the size of Indiana Hills," Avery explained her predicament, the desperation evident in her voice. "I gotta pay it off or they'll kill him, Jax," she confessed, her words weighted with the burden of responsibility. "I mean, he was a shitty father, but he doesn't deserve to die."
Jax's anger flared at the mention of Avery's father, his fists clenched in frustration. Stanley Case was not a good man, he abused both Avery and Wendy throughout their entire childhood, both mentally and physically. He abused both alcohol and drugs, putting them first before his own family, which usually resulted with him going to prison for short periods of time on and off, or to disappear for months on end, leaving his daughters to fend for themselves.
But Audrey had a heart of gold, which made her very naive at times, always falling back into old patterns. She believed everyone deserved a second chance, so that's what she gave her father time and time again, which got her into some pretty sticky situations. Unlike Wendy, who had cut off their father years ago.
"So, he's resorted to letting his little girl get rear-ended in front of the camera?!" Jax spat, his eyes blazing with fury.
Avery shook her head, "I don't do that shit anymore. I mainly do solo work, with the occasional blow job," she admitted, her words heavy with shame.
Jax's anger continued to simmer beneath the surface as he processed Avery's words, his mind racing with thoughts of retribution, "There's gotta be a better way," he insisted, his voice laced with determination.
"This is the quickest way to pay back Darby," she said with a sigh. If she had a choice she wouldn't be doing this either, but she didn't want to find her father dead in a ditch one day.
Jax's expression softened as he reached out to gently examine Avery's bruised face, his heart breaking at her pain, "Shit, Aves. What did this animal do to you?" he whispered, his voice laced with concern.
"Tell them what Georgie said," Luann interjected, urging Avery to repeat the threatening message from Georgie.
Avery hesitated, before revealing the extent of Georgie's threat, her words a chilling reminder of the dangers that lurked in their world, "He told me to tell Luann that if the little biker boys show up again, he's going to roll the cameras while he jams his dіck up all your asses," she recounted, her voice trembling with fear.
Jax's features hardened as he vowed to take action, his fists clenched in silent fury, "I'm gonna go fuck this guy up. You alright?" he asked, his concern evident as he searched Avery's eyes for reassurance.
Avery nodded, a flicker of determination igniting within her despite the pain, "Yeah, I'll pull through," she affirmed, her voice steady despite the turmoil raging within her.
Jax pressed a tender kiss to Avery's cheek, before rising to his feet, his gaze lingering on her form with a mixture of affection and determination, "I'll catch ya later, darlin'," he promised, his voice a solemn vow as he prepared to face the threat head-on.
Luann's voice cut through the tension, her tone a mix of warning and concern as she addressed Jax, "Jax, don't you do anything!" she admonished, her words a desperate plea for restraint amidst the escalating chaos.
"Who the hell do you think you're talking to?!" Jax roared back, his face full of fury. "He came after my family! Now, it's personal! Get her patched up! Call the rest of your talent, tell them to lock their goddamn doors!" he commanded, his voice echoing with authority.
As Jax and Chibs prepared to leave, Luann's voice echoed with a note of apology as she recoiled, slight fear over taking her features at Jax's outburst.
"Should we call Clay?" Chibs asked, moving in toe with his V.P.
"Nah, I'll handle it. I need you to make sure she gets home. Keep her safe," Jax replied, motioning to Avery, who was now being comforted by Luann once more as the tears of pain and fear started to overwhelm her.
"All right, Jackie boy," with a nod of understanding and a pat on the back, Chibs accepted the responsibility, his gaze unwavering as he watched Jax depart, before heading back over to Avery and Luann.
***
Stepping through the doors to Avery's upstairs apartment, Chibs' eyes scanned the room, taking in the sight before him.
The apartment was dimly lit with flickering fluorescent lights, casting shadows on cracked walls. The air was heavy with the scent of stale cigarettes and mildew. Rusty pipes groaned in protest as water dripped from leaky faucets. Outside, sirens wailed in the distance, punctuating the constant hum of urban decay.
Although, despite the neglect, the apartment displayed a sense of home with mismatched furniture arranged in a cozy layout. A threadbare rug covers the worn linoleum floor, and faded curtains hung from the windows, attempting to soften the harsh sites of the rough streets. Despite the cracks in the walls, framed photos and knick-knacks added a personal touch of Avery.
"Thanks for dropping me off and walking me to the door, Filip," Avery said as she closed the door behind them, discarding her bag, phone and keys on the kitchen counter.
"Anytime, lass," Chibs said, his Scottish accent filling the air. And Avery wasn't going to lie, she found the sound of his voice very attractive.
While Chibs came to lean on the kitchen counter, his arms folded over his chest, Avery pulled the fridge open, grabbing herself a water, before offering one to Chibs, who waved a dismissive hand, shaking his head.
"But if you don’t mind me asking," Chibs started to say, observing the blonde closely as she came to sit at the dining table cross legged. "You seem like a sweet girl, how do you end up sucking dick for a living?"
Avery choked on a mouth full of water at the abrupt question, placing the bottle of water down in front of her, she let out a sigh, before replying, "I think it stems from my raging daddy issues."
Chibs chuckled, a smirk crossing his face as he shook his head in amusement.
But Avery's expression was dead serious, "I'm not kidding."
All amusement dropped from Chibs’ face at the girl's words.
"I got into the escort business right out of school," Avery started to explain, a hint of sadness etched in her tone. "My mum took off when I was a baby. And my dad was in and out of prison, and when he wasn’t, he was never really around, so it was just me and Wendy. If we didn’t work, we didn't eat, we didn't bath - It kept the lights on. And as time went by I just got deeper and deeper into the industry."
A sympathetic expression crossed Chibs' face as he felt a pang at his heart for the young woman, "I'm sorry," he said softly.
"I'm not," she retorted, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly at Chibs' surprised expression. "I know where I come from, and I know who I am. Sometimes life deals you a rough hand, and you do what you have to do to make it through. We all have our own deck of cards to play. Isn't that why you wear that kutte?"
A slight smile tugged at the corner of his lips, nodding his head in agreement, "I guess so," he said, striding forward and pulling out a chair, before taking a seat across from Avery.
Avery watched him cautiously with a hint of confusion, "You don't have to stay, you know. I'll be fine," she assured. "Jax is being way too overprotective."
But Chibs didn't even attempt to move as he simply leaned back in his chair, folding his arms over his chest, "I think it's best that I do, they might come back."
"If you insist," she said, making it to her feet. "There's beer in the fridge, help yourself. I'm gonna shower," she declared, starting to remove her clothes right in front of him without a care in the world, before heading into her bathroom.
Chibs’ eyes widened as he watched her go, her bare ass on full display.
But as Avery pushed the door close, a crack remained, so Chibs was able see her through the mirror.
Seconds later, the sound of the shower running filled the air, a steady cascade of water against tile echoing softly through the room. But moments later, Chibs' ears caught onto the distant murmuring sound of a girl moaning. His interest piqued as he leaned slightly closer to the door, still seated on the chair in the dining room and as he turned his gaze to the bathroom mirror once more, he caught sight of exactly what she was doing with that damn shower head.
"Jesus, Mary and Joseph!" Chibs cursed under his breath, running a hand down his face as he readjusted himself in his pants that seemed to have become very tight all of a sudden.
***
The door to the clubhouse closed behind Avery as stepped inside behind her brother-in-law.
Jax's mind raced with plans and possibilities, each thought a puzzle piece in his quest to protect those he cared about. Yet amidst the chaos of his thoughts, one idea shone brightly like a beacon of hope.
Turning to face Avery, Jax's gaze softened with a newfound determination, "Avery, listen to me," he began. "I know things are tough right now, but maybe there's another way of doing things."
Avery's eyes flickered with curiosity, a glimmer of hope stirring within her weary heart, "What do you mean?" she asked, her voice laced with uncertainty.
Jax took a step closer, "I want you to come work for the club," he explained, his words measured yet filled with sincerity. "We could use some extra hands behind the bar at Samcro parties. And Mum can always use a hand with paper work at TM."
Avery's eyebrows furrowed in confusion, her mind struggling to comprehend the offer before her, "But what about my dad's debt?" she questioned, her stress evident in her tone.
Jax's gaze locked with hers, "I'll talk to the guys, see if we can work something out," he promised, his voice filled with determination. "Maybe we can use some of the money earned at parties to help pay off your old man's debt faster."
A flicker of hope danced in Avery's eyes as she considered Jax's offer, the prospect of freedom tantalisingly close, "You'd do that for me?" she whispered, her voice tinged with disbelief.
Jax nodded, his expression filled with unwavering certainty, "You're family, Avery," he affirmed, his words a solemn vow. "And family takes care of each other."
A smile tugged at the corners of Avery's lips as she reached out to grasp Jax's hand, her touch a silent expression of gratitude, "Thank you, Jackie," she murmured, her voice filled with emotion.
With a reassuring squeeze of her hand, Jax offered her a small smile, his heart filled with hope for the girl's future, "I'm gonna get you out of the life, Aves, I promise you that."
***
AVERY'S OUTFIT
The dimly lit bar buzzed with the soft murmur of conversation as Chibs settled onto a stool, his weary frame sinking into the familiar embrace of the worn leather. Avery stood behind the bar, her movements fluid as she worked with practiced ease, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips as she caught sight of Chibs.
"What can I get ya?" she asked, her voice warm and inviting as she met his gaze.
"A whiskey neat, darlin'," Chibs replied, his brogue soft yet filled with warmth as he returned her smile.
As Avery served him the drink, Chibs took a sip, the smooth burn of the whiskey warming him from the inside out. Yet as he savored the familiar taste, Avery's words cut through the air like a knife.
"So, did you enjoy the show?" she asked, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.
In shock, Chibs spit out his drink, the amber liquid splashing against the bar as he struggled to regain his composure.
Avery couldn't help but giggle at his reaction, her laughter a melodic sound amidst the chaos of the bar, "I could see you watching me earlier," she admitted teasingly.
Chibs cleared his throat, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment as he met Avery's gaze, "I'm sorry, lass, but you didn't exactly close the door."
Avery shrugged, a flicker of amusement dancing in her eyes, "Yeah, I'm so used to people watching me. It doesn't really affect me anymore," she confessed. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. But I guess it was just the adrenaline - I needed a release."
Chibs nodded understandingly, his expression filled with empathy, "No judgment here, lass," he assured her. "You do what you gotta do."
Avery smiled gratefully with a hint of cheekiness to it - Chibs could tell she was going to be a hand full.
"You want another?" she asked, her voice warm and inviting as she gestured towards his empty glass.
"Aye, love one," Chibs replied, his voice filled with gratitude as he handed her the glass.
As Avery took the glass from Chibs' hand, their fingers brushed, sending a jolt of electricity coursing through both of them. For a fleeting moment, their eyes met, a silent understanding passing between them, before they both brushed it off, returning to their roles with practiced ease.
With a small smile, Avery served Chibs his drink, the warmth of their brief connection lingering in the air like a promise of something yet to come.
A/N:
23/04/2024
This is a possible fanfiction that I want to write, so if you enjoy please let me know and I will definitely continue this story.
~ Marley 😄
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Sons Of Anarchy: Ghosts Of The Past
A fan fiction by Glennis
Authors Note: I don't usually do fan fiction but would like to thank @samcrosfaith for inspiring me to write this piece with her impressive writing on the series itself.
**Disclaimer:** This fan fiction is inspired by *Sons of Anarchy* and is not affiliated with or endorsed by its creators. All characters and concepts from the original series are the property of their respective owners. This story is for entertainment purposes only, with no intention of profit or copyright infringement.
**Set after the series finale**
The rumble of motorcycles echoed through the streets of Charming, a sound as familiar to its residents as their own heartbeats. The Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club, Redwood Original—SAMCRO—rolled into the lot of Teller-Morrow Automotive, their chrome gleaming in the California sun. At the head of the pack, astride his father's old bike, rode Abel Teller, the spitting image of Jax with his blonde hair and piercing blue eyes.
As the engines cut out, the silence was heavy with unspoken tension. It had been years since Jax Teller's departure, but his ghost still haunted every corner of the clubhouse, every decision made at the reaper table. Abel dismounted, his kutte bearing the "Prince" patch that once adorned his father's cut. He looked around at his brothers, their faces etched with the weariness of men who had seen too much and lost even more.
"Alright, boys," Abel called out, his voice carrying the weight of leadership that had been thrust upon him far too young. "Church in ten. We got shit to discuss."
The Sons filed into the clubhouse, the air thick with cigarette smoke and the lingering scent of whiskey from the night before. Abel paused at the bar, pouring himself a shot of Jack. As he raised the glass to his lips, he caught sight of his reflection in the mirror behind the bottles. For a moment, he saw his father staring back at him, and he quickly downed the liquor, trying to chase away the ghosts.
Inside the chapel, Abel took his place at the head of the table, the gavel resting before him like a constant reminder of the legacy he carried. To his right sat Chibs, now sporting more silver than black in his hair, his scars a roadmap of the club's violent history. Tig, looking as wild-eyed as ever, occupied the VP seat, while Happy, Ratboy, and a handful of new patches filled out the rest of the table.
Abel brought the gavel down, the sound cutting through the murmur of conversation. "Alright, let's get this started. Chibs, what's the word on our gun shipment?"
Chibs leaned forward, his Scottish brogue as thick as ever. "Aye, laddie. The Irish are gettin' antsy. They're pushin' for a bigger cut, sayin' times are tough all over."
Tig snorted, running a hand through his salt-and-pepper curls. "Times are always tough for those mick bastards. What else is new?"
"It's more than that," Chibs continued, his expression grim. "They're threatenin' to cut us out entirely if we don't play ball. Says they got other buyers lined up."
A chorus of curses filled the room. Abel's jaw clenched as he processed the information. The gun trade had always been the lifeblood of SAMCRO, and losing it now, when they were already struggling to keep their other enterprises afloat, could be a death sentence for the club.
"We can't let that happen," Abel said, his voice low but firm. "Those guns are our leverage with the Mayans, the Niners. We lose that, we're vulnerable on all fronts."
Happy, his face as impassive as ever, spoke up. "Maybe it's time we start looking for new suppliers. The Irish have been jerking us around for years."
Abel nodded, considering the suggestion. "It's not a bad idea, Hap. But we need to tread carefully. The last thing we need is to start a war with the IRA."
As the discussion continued, weighing options and potential consequences, a prospect burst into the chapel, his face pale with urgency.
"What the hell, shithead?" Tig barked. "We're in the middle of church!"
The prospect, a young kid named Ricky, held up his hands in apology. "I'm sorry, but you all need to see this. Now."
The urgency in his voice had everyone on edge. Abel stood, leading the procession out of the chapel and into the main room of the clubhouse. Ricky pointed to the TV, where a breaking news report was playing.
On the screen, chaos unfolded. The camera panned across a familiar street in Stockton, now littered with bodies and bullet casings. The reporter's voice came through, tense and hurried:
"...what appears to be a coordinated attack on multiple businesses linked to organized crime in the area. Witnesses describe a group of heavily armed individuals, many of whom appeared to be of Asian descent, methodically moving through the neighborhood. The death toll is still unknown, but early reports suggest..."
Abel felt his blood run cold as the camera zoomed in on one of the buildings. The sign, partially obscured by smoke, was unmistakable: "Diosa Internacional."
"Jesus Christ," Chibs breathed. "That's Nero's place."
The room erupted into a flurry of activity. Phones were pulled out, calls made to contacts in Stockton, to Nero, to anyone who might have information. Abel stood rooted to the spot, his mind racing. This wasn't just a random act of violence. This was calculated, precise—a message.
As the others scrambled around him, Abel's eyes were drawn back to the TV. For a split second, the camera caught a glimpse of a figure standing amidst the carnage. Tall, lean, with features that hinted at mixed heritage. The man turned, looking directly into the camera, and Abel felt a chill run down his spine. There was something hauntingly familiar about those eyes, filled with cold determination and barely contained rage.
Before Abel could process what he was seeing, the feed cut out, replaced by the studio anchor's shocked face. But the image was seared into Abel's mind. He had seen those eyes before, in old photographs his father had kept hidden away, in hushed conversations between the older members of the club when they thought no one was listening.
A name surfaced from the depths of his memory, one spoken in whispers and always with a hint of fear: Glenn Riley.
As the clubhouse erupted into chaos around him, Abel Teller realized that the ghosts of his father's past had finally come calling. And they were out for blood.
---
The acrid smell of gunpowder and burning rubber hung in the air as Glenn Riley surveyed the scene before him. Diosa Internacional, once a symbol of SAMCRO's expansion into legitimate business, now stood as a smoldering testament to the vengeance that had been years in the making. Bodies littered the street, their blank eyes staring accusingly at the sky.
Riley's face remained impassive, a mask of cold indifference that belied the storm of emotions raging within him. He flexed his gloved hands, the leather creaking softly, as he replayed the events of the past hour in his mind. The precision of the attack, the ruthless efficiency of his Yakuza allies—it had all gone according to plan. Yet, it was only the beginning.
A figure approached from his peripheral vision, moving with the silent grace of a predator. Yuki, his second-in-command, bowed slightly as she came to stand beside him. Her delicate features were at odds with the deadly aura she exuded.
"The police will be here soon," she said in flawless English, her voice barely above a whisper. "We should go."
Riley nodded, taking one last look at the destruction they had wrought. "Any word on Nero Padilla?"
Yuki's expression tightened almost imperceptibly. "He wasn't here. Our sources say he's been spending more time in Charming lately."
A ghost of a smile played at the corners of Riley's mouth. "Charming," he repeated, tasting the irony of the name. "Well, I suppose it's time we paid them a visit, then."
As they turned to leave, Riley caught sight of a news van pulling up, a reporter and cameraman scrambling to capture footage of the carnage. For a moment, he considered letting them film unimpeded—let SAMCRO see what was coming for them. But caution won out. He gestured to one of his men, who raised an assault rifle and fired a precise burst at the van's tires and engine block.
The reporter and cameraman dove for cover, but not before the camera caught a glimpse of Riley's face. He stared directly into the lens, allowing a fraction of the rage he felt to surface in his eyes. Let them see, he thought. Let them know that death is coming.
As sirens began to wail in the distance, Riley and his team melted away into the shadows, leaving behind a scene of devastation that would send shockwaves through the criminal underworld of California. The message was clear: the old order was crumbling, and a new power was rising from its ashes.
---
Back in Charming, the SAMCRO clubhouse had transformed into a war room. Maps were spread across tables, phones rang incessantly, and the air was thick with tension and cigarette smoke. Abel paced back and forth, his mind racing as he tried to piece together the fragments of information pouring in from their allies and associates.
"Nero's safe," Chibs announced, hanging up his phone. "He was on his way back from visiting Lucius at college when the hit went down. Lucky bastard."
Abel nodded, relief washing over him. Nero had been like a second father to him after Jax's departure, and the thought of losing him was almost too much to bear. "What about our other interests in Stockton?"
Tig shook his head, his usual bravado replaced by grim concern. "It's bad, prez. The Mayans lost two of their chop shops, and the Niners' heroin distribution center got hit. This wasn't just about us—whoever did this is taking aim at the entire power structure."
"Jesus Christ," Abel muttered, running a hand through his hair. He could feel the weight of leadership pressing down on him, heavier than ever before. "Alright, we need to reach out to Alvarez and Tyler, set up a meet. We're all in this together now."
As the others moved to carry out his orders, Abel felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned to find Chibs looking at him with a mixture of concern and something else—was it fear?
"A word, lad?" the Scotsman said quietly, gesturing towards a quiet corner of the room.
Abel followed, his stomach knotting with apprehension. When they were out of earshot of the others, Chibs leaned in close, his voice barely above a whisper.
"That face you saw on the telly," Chibs began, his eyes darting around to ensure they weren't overheard. "You recognized him, didn't you?"
Abel hesitated, then nodded slowly. "Glenn Riley," he said, the name feeling like a curse on his lips. "But that's impossible. My dad... he told me Riley was dead. Said he'd taken care of it himself."
Chibs sighed heavily, suddenly looking every one of his years. "Aye, that's what we all thought. But if it is Riley... Christ, lad, we're in for a world of hurt."
"Who is he, Chibs?" Abel pressed, frustration seeping into his voice. "I know the name, I've seen the old photos, but no one ever told me the whole story. What did my father do to this guy?"
Chibs was quiet for a long moment, weighing his words carefully. Finally, he spoke, his voice heavy with the weight of long-buried secrets. "It was before your time, even before your da took the gavel. Riley was... he was a friend, once. Damn near a brother to Jax. But something went wrong, terribly wrong."
Abel listened intently as Chibs recounted a tale of betrayal, violence, and a vendetta that had apparently survived death itself. As the story unfolded, he felt a chill settle in his bones. The ghosts of his father's past weren't just coming for the club—they were coming for him, for the very legacy of the Teller name.
As Chibs finished speaking, Abel's mind was reeling. He looked out across the clubhouse, at the men who had become his family, who looked to him for leadership and protection. How could he tell them that the storm heading their way was one of their own making?
"What do we do?" Abel asked, hating how young and uncertain he sounded in that moment.
Chibs placed a hand on Abel's shoulder, squeezing gently. "We do what SAMCRO has always done, lad. We stand together, we fight, and we survive. Your father may have created this monster, but you're not him. You're the one who has to end it."
Abel nodded, straightening his shoulders and feeling the weight of the president's patch on his kutte. He was Jax Teller's son, but he was also his own man. And he would be damned if he let the sins of the past destroy everything they had fought to build.
As he turned back to address the club, Abel's voice rang out with newfound determination. "Alright, brothers. We've got a storm coming. It's time to batten down the hatches and prepare for war."
The Sons looked up at him, their faces a mixture of fear, determination, and unwavering loyalty. In that moment, Abel knew that whatever was coming, they would face it together. The ghosts of the past were powerful, but the bonds of brotherhood were stronger still.
Little did they know, as they prepared for battle, that Glenn Riley and his Yakuza allies were already setting the next phase of their plan into motion. The war for Charming had begun, and blood would soon paint the streets of the town that had seen too much violence already.
As night fell over Charming, an eerie calm settled over the town. But beneath the surface, tensions simmered, ready to explode at any moment. The Sons of Anarchy and their allies prepared for a fight, while somewhere in the shadows, Glenn Riley and his forces moved like phantoms, ready to strike at the heart of everything Abel Teller held dear.
The stage was set for a confrontation that would determine the fate of SAMCRO, of Charming, and of the legacy left behind by Jax Teller. As Abel lay in bed that night, sleep eluding him, he couldn't shake the feeling that the real battle was yet to begin. The ghosts of the past were restless, and their reckoning was at hand.
---
The following days in Charming were a flurry of activity as SAMCRO fortified their defenses and reached out to their network of allies. Abel barely slept, dividing his time between strategy meetings, weapons inventory, and coordinating with local law enforcement—a necessary evil in times like these.
It was on the third day after the Stockton massacre that the uneasy quiet was shattered. Abel was in the garage at Teller-Morrow, elbow-deep in the engine of a customer's car, when the roar of approaching motorcycles caught his attention. He straightened up, wiping his hands on a rag as he watched a group of riders pull into the lot.
The patches on their kuttes identified them as members of the Mayans M.C., their faces grim beneath their helmets. At their head rode Marcus Alvarez, the Mayans' long-time president, his salt-and-pepper beard and weathered features a testament to the years of violence and tenuous alliances that had defined their relationship with SAMCRO.
Abel strode out to meet them, feeling the eyes of his own members watching from various points around the compound. As Alvarez dismounted, Abel extended a hand in greeting.
"Marcus," he said, his voice carrying across the lot. "Wasn't expecting you so soon."
Alvarez clasped Abel's hand firmly, his dark eyes scanning the area before settling back on the young president. "This isn't a social call, Teller. We need to talk. Now."
The tension in Alvarez's voice was palpable. Abel nodded, gesturing towards the clubhouse. "Let's take this inside."
As they walked, Abel caught Chibs' eye and gave a subtle nod. The Scotsman immediately began gathering the rest of SAMCRO's officers, following them into the chapel.
Once inside, with the doors closed and prospects standing guard outside, Abel took his seat at the head of the table. Alvarez remained standing, too agitated to sit.
"What's going on, Marcus?" Abel asked, leaning forward. "We were supposed to meet tomorrow with Tyler and the Niners."
Alvarez paced, his agitation growing by the second. "Tomorrow might be too late, ese. We got hit again last night. Lost a whole shipment of heroin and three of my men."
A ripple of tension went through the room. Tig leaned forward, his blue eyes narrowing. "Jesus Christ. Where?"
"Oakland," Alvarez spat. "Right under our goddamn noses. These cabrones, they're ghosts, man. In and out before anyone knew what hit them."
Abel's mind raced, piecing together the information. "Was it the same crew? The ones from Stockton?"
Alvarez nodded grimly. "Looks like it. Same M.O. Precision hits, military-style takedown. But here's the kicker—they left one of my guys alive. Beat to shit, but breathing."
The room fell silent, all eyes on Alvarez. They knew there had to be more; leaving witnesses wasn't a mistake professionals like these would make.
"What did he say?" Chibs asked, voicing the question on everyone's mind.
Alvarez's face darkened. "He said the leader, some mixed-race looking dude, told him to deliver a message." He paused, his eyes locking with Abel's. "He said, 'Tell SAMCRO that Glenn Riley sends his regards. Charming's next.'"
The name hung in the air like a death sentence. Abel felt the weight of every gaze in the room settle on him. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come.
"Alright," he said, his voice steady despite the turmoil in his gut. "It's time you all knew the whole story. Chibs, you want to fill them in?"
As Chibs recounted the tale of Glenn Riley's history with SAMCRO and Jax Teller, Abel watched the faces of his brothers and allies. He saw shock, anger, and fear play across their features. When Chibs finished, the silence was deafening.
It was Happy who broke it, his gravelly voice cutting through the tension. "So what's the play, prez? We going on the offensive or what?"
Abel shook his head. "We can't. Not yet. We don't know where Riley is, how many men he's got, or what his endgame is. Going in blind would be suicide."
"So what, we just sit here with our thumbs up our asses waiting for him to hit us?" Tig exploded, slamming his hand on the table.
"No," Abel said firmly. "We prepare. We fortify. And we send a message of our own." He turned to Alvarez. "Marcus, I need you to reach out to every charter, every ally we've got. Niners, Lin Triad, shit, even the Aryan Brotherhood if you have to. We need eyes and ears everywhere."
Alvarez nodded, a grim smile on his face. "You got it, hermano. What about Charming PD?"
Abel grimaced. The club's relationship with local law enforcement had always been complicated, but in times like these, they needed all the help they could get. "I'll talk to Sheriff Jarry. She may not like us, but she likes the idea of a gang war in her town even less."
As the meeting continued, plans were made and tasks delegated. Abel felt a strange mix of pride and fear as he watched his brothers and allies come together, united against a common threat. This was what SAMCRO was about—family, loyalty, survival.
But even as they planned and prepared, a nagging doubt gnawed at Abel's mind. Glenn Riley wasn't just some rival gangster or ambitious drug lord. He was a ghost from their past, a mirror reflecting the darkest parts of SAMCRO's history. And ghosts, Abel knew, had a way of exposing the secrets and sins that everyone thought long buried.
As the others filed out of the chapel, Chibs lingered behind. He approached Abel, his face etched with concern.
"You alright, lad?" he asked softly.
Abel nodded, though he felt anything but alright. "Yeah, I'm good. Just... thinking about my old man. Wondering what he'd do in this situation."
Chibs placed a hand on Abel's shoulder, squeezing gently. "Your da made a lot of mistakes, brother. But he also taught us the most important lesson of all—family comes first. You remember that, and you'll find your way through this mess."
Abel managed a small smile, grateful for the older man's wisdom and support. "Thanks, Chibs. I just hope it's enough."
As Chibs left, Abel remained at the table, his eyes drawn to the carved reaper at its center. The weight of leadership had never felt heavier, but he knew he couldn't falter now. Too many lives depended on him.
Outside, the sun was setting over Charming, painting the sky in shades of orange and red. To Abel, it looked like the town was burning. He could only hope it wasn't an omen of things to come.
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Across town, in an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Charming, Glenn Riley stood before a makeshift war room. Maps of the town and surrounding areas covered the walls, each marked with potential targets and strategic points. Around him, his team of Yakuza enforcers moved with quiet efficiency, cleaning weapons and poring over intelligence reports.
Yuki approached, her tablet in hand. "The message has been delivered," she reported. "SAMCRO knows we're coming."
Riley nodded, a cold smile playing at his lips. "Good. Let them sweat. Fear has a way of making men careless."
"What's our next move?" Yuki asked, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.
Riley turned to the largest map, his finger tracing a path through Charming's streets. "We've rattled their cage. Now it's time to draw them out. Tell our men to get ready. Tonight, we paint the town red."
As Yuki relayed the orders, Riley's mind drifted to the past. He could almost see Jax Teller's face, hear his voice making promises of brotherhood and loyalty. Promises that had turned to ash in Riley's mouth.
"Soon, old friend," he muttered to himself. "Soon, you'll see everything you built crumble. And your son? He'll learn that the sins of the father are paid for in blood."
The sun had fully set now, plunging Charming into darkness. But for Glenn Riley and SAMCRO, the real darkness was yet to come. The war for the soul of Charming was about to begin, and no one—not Abel, not Riley, not even the town itself—would emerge unscathed.
As night fell, both sides prepared for the battle ahead. In the SAMCRO clubhouse, weapons were distributed and strategies finalized. Across town, Riley's forces moved into position, their eyes gleaming with murderous intent in the moonlight.
The calm before the storm settled over Charming, but it was a fragile peace. In the shadows, violence lurked, waiting to explode onto the streets. And caught in the middle were the innocents of Charming, unaware that their town was about to become a battlefield in a war decades in the making.
Abel Teller stood on the roof of the clubhouse, looking out over the town he had sworn to protect. In the distance, he could almost sense the approaching storm. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for what was to come.
"Alright, Dad," he whispered to the night sky. "I hope you're watching. Because I'm about to finish what you started."
With that, he turned and headed back inside. The night was young, and the real fight was just beginning.
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The first shots of the war rang out just after midnight. A series of explosions rocked the eastern part of Charming, lighting up the night sky and sending plumes of smoke billowing into the air. The targets were strategic—a warehouse SAMCRO used for gun storage, a garage linked to their automotive business, and the home of a city council member known to be in the club's pocket.
Abel Teller was jolted awake by the sound of his phone buzzing incessantly. He grabbed it, his heart racing as he saw the flood of messages and missed calls.
"Shit," he muttered, jumping out of bed and throwing on his clothes. He dialed Chibs as he strapped on his holster and grabbed his kutte.
"I know, lad," Chibs answered before Abel could speak. "It's started. Get to the clubhouse now."
By the time Abel arrived, the compound was a hive of activity. Members rushed back and forth, loading weapons into vans and bikes. The air was thick with tension and the acrid smell of gunpowder carried on the wind.
"What's the damage?" Abel demanded as he strode into the clubhouse.
Tig, his face grim, turned from the wall of security monitors. "It's bad, prez. The gun warehouse is toast—we lost at least half our stock. Lumpy's garage is burning, and Councilman Halsey's place got hit. No casualties yet, but it's early."
Abel's mind raced, trying to process the information and formulate a response. "Where's Halsey now?"
"Safe house on the edge of town," Happy reported. "Got him out just before the hit. He's scared shitless, but alive."
"Good," Abel nodded. "Keep him there. We can't afford to lose our inside man at City Hall." He turned to address the room at large. "Alright, listen up! This is it, brothers. The war we've been preparing for. I want every charter within a hundred miles called in. Set up roadblocks on every street leading into Charming. Nobody gets in or out without us knowing."
As the others moved to carry out his orders, Chibs pulled Abel aside. "What about the Mayans and the Niners? We calling in those markers?"
Abel hesitated for a moment, weighing their options. "Not yet. This first hit, it's personal. Riley's sending a message. We need to send one back before we bring in the cavalry."
Chibs raised an eyebrow. "What've you got in mind, lad?"
A cold determination settled over Abel's features. "We're going hunting. Tig, Happy, you're with me. Chibs, you hold down the fort here. If Riley wants a war, we'll give him one he'll never forget."
As Abel and his small team geared up, the sound of sirens filled the air. Sheriff Althea Jarry's voice crackled over the police scanner, calling all units to respond to the multiple explosions.
"Shit," Tig growled. "Cops are gonna be all over this."
Abel's jaw clenched. "Then we better move fast. In and out, no witnesses. We find Riley's men and we send them back to him in pieces."
As they roared out of the compound on their bikes, Abel felt a surge of adrenaline course through him. This was what he had been trained for, what his father had prepared him for all his life. The weight of leadership, the thrill of the ride, the promise of violence on the horizon—it all came together in a moment of crystal clarity.
Across town, Glenn Riley watched the chaos unfold from the roof of his temporary base. The orange glow of fires painted the sky, and the wail of sirens provided a fitting soundtrack to the destruction.
"Phase one complete," Yuki reported, coming to stand beside him. "Our teams are in position for the next strike."
Riley nodded, his eyes never leaving the burning skyline. "Good. Let them scramble, let them feel the fear. By the time they realize what's really happening, it'll be too late."
As he spoke, a trio of motorcycles roared past in the distance, heading towards the industrial district where some of Riley's men were holed up. A smile played at the corners of his mouth.
"Well, well," he murmured. "Looks like the young prince wants to play. Yuki, tell our men in sector four to expect company. But remember—Abel Teller is mine."
Yuki bowed slightly and retreated to relay the orders. Riley remained on the roof, his eyes following the distant bikes. The real game was just beginning, and he intended to savor every moment of it.
In the streets below, the citizens of Charming huddled in their homes, fear and confusion gripping the town. They had seen violence before, had lived through the tumultuous years of SAMCRO's reign. But this—this felt different. This felt like the beginning of the end.
As Abel and his brothers raced through the night, as Riley's forces prepared for the next phase of their assault, and as the authorities scrambled to respond, one thing became clear: Charming would never be the same again. The ghosts of the past had risen, and their vengeance would reshape the very soul of the town that had borne witness to so much bloodshed.
The war for Charming had begun in earnest, and only one side would emerge victorious. But at what cost? The answer to that question would be written in blood on the streets of a town that had seen far too much of it already.
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Abel, Tig, and Happy tore through the streets of Charming, their bikes cutting through the chaos like sharks through turbulent waters. The industrial district loomed ahead, a maze of warehouses and abandoned factories that had become a haven for the darker elements of the town's underbelly.
"There!" Tig shouted over the roar of their engines, pointing to a nondescript building with a flickering light in an upper window.
Abel nodded, signaling for them to cut their engines and coast to a stop in the shadows of a nearby alley. As they dismounted, the distant wail of sirens served as a reminder of the ticking clock they were operating under.
"Remember," Abel said in a low voice as they checked their weapons, "we need one of them alive. We need information."
Happy's face split into a grim smile. "Don't worry, prez. I got just the tools for that job."
They moved silently towards the building, years of experience guiding their steps. Abel's heart pounded in his chest, a mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through his veins. This was it—his first real test as president, his chance to prove he was worthy of the legacy his father had left behind.
As they reached the side door, Abel paused, his hand on the handle. He looked at Tig and Happy, saw the unwavering loyalty in their eyes, and felt a surge of gratitude. Whatever happened next, he knew they had his back.
"Let's do this," he whispered, and kicked in the door.
The next few minutes were a blur of violence and adrenaline. They caught Riley's men off guard, taking down three before they could even reach for their weapons. The fourth, a wiry man with a dragon tattoo snaking up his neck, managed to get off a shot that grazed Tig's arm before Happy tackled him to the ground.
When the dust settled, three bodies lay motionless on the floor, and the tattooed man was zip-tied to a chair, blood dripping from his broken nose.
"You okay?" Abel asked Tig, eyeing the wound on his arm.
Tig waved him off, grinning despite the pain. "It's just a scratch, prez. You should see the other guy."
Abel nodded, then turned his attention to their prisoner. The man glared up at him with defiant eyes, spitting blood onto the concrete floor.
"You have no idea what you've started," the man snarled in heavily accented English.
Abel crouched down, bringing himself eye-level with the captive. "No, my friend. You have no idea what you've walked into. This is our town, and you're about to learn what happens to people who fuck with SAMCRO."
He stood, nodding to Happy. "He's all yours. Get what we need."
As Happy stepped forward, his eyes glinting with sadistic anticipation, Abel moved to the window. He looked out over Charming, at the smoke still rising from the earlier attacks. Somewhere out there, Glenn Riley was watching, waiting. Abel clenched his fists, a cold determination settling over him.
"I'm coming for you," he whispered to the night. "And this time, you're gonna stay dead."
Behind him, the prisoner's screams began to fill the air, a symphony of pain that would soon yield the answers they so desperately needed. The war for Charming had claimed its first victims, but Abel knew they were only the beginning. The real battle was yet to come, and the fate of everything he loved hung in the balance.
As the night wore on and the prisoner's resolve began to crack, Abel steeled himself for what lay ahead. The ghosts of the past were closing in, but he was determined to face them head-on. For his club, for his family, for Charming—he would see this through to the bitter end, no matter the cost.
The war had only just begun, and Abel Teller was ready to show the world what he was made of. The son had risen ready to make his mark.
To be continued....
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𝑴𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍
Paid story for @yourwinchesterbros. Word Count: 3.2k Warnings: swears, alcohol, 18+ absolute smutty smut smut smut
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𝙏𝙒𝙊 𝙈𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙃𝙎 𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙍.
He had been gone for a fortnight.
Pulled away on club business, Jax said this would be a common occurrence. Even though he knew it would happen, it didn't stop him from thinking of you every minute.
He thought about your hazel eyes, long red-brown hair, and all those tattoos…that he had yet to touch.
This was the longest Jax had left for club business, and it drove you mad. After that night of confessions, your relationship progressed. You had your first date only a few days after deciding to be with each other. And if anything, your relationship was a bit back to front.
At least it didn’t start with a one-night stand. In fact, you hadn’t fucked Jax at all. Not once. You had come close, but there was always an interruption; something with the club, his kids, or either of you just not being ready.
And you still hadn’t been formally introduced to Abel and Thomas.
The thought sent a jolt of both shivers and through you. If everything Jax said was true, then, well… you were going to be their stepmother.
The word felt sour in your mouth. Stepmother. The first word a person associated with that was evil - thanks to the many fairytales. But you weren’t evil. Far from it. Just a woman who loved a man and wanted to spend the rest of her days with him.
Plus, motherhood – you hadn’t even thought of it. Having a child yourself felt like a faraway event, something that was years away. Many, many years away. It would happen in the future. But for now, you only had to get to know Abel and Thomas.
But to do that…
You had to get through Wendy and Gemma.
- ✦ -
After Jax said he was leaving for club business, you thought it was a good idea to go back to work (even though Jax would have paid your wage, so you didn’t have to.) But you wanted to do something with your time, and where would Skeeter be without you? Up to his knees in paperwork and shit. That’s what.
To survive the time that Jax was away, he would call you every night. It was around the same time; early in the morning when he knew you would be awake. So, around 2-3am. And that worked just fine for him, since sleeping wasn’t an easy feat. And it worked perfectly for you, who was at work, alone (beside the newly patched in member outside – Happy was away as well).
At night, nightmares littered Jax’s mind.
Images of Tara, of his boys’ faces when he told them about her going to heaven. But you became his solace. And that meant he was eager to introduce you to his boys.
You sat at the front desk of Dubrowski's Funeral Home; paperwork scattered around you. For a moment you stared out the window, noticing that the darkness outside was closer to the morning then the evening. And yet, you were wide awake. An electrical buzz vibrating through your body, you couldn’t help the anticipation you felt.
The radio played old music; 70s, 80s, 90s, hits that you had heard a thousand times by now. The radio station loved to play the same thing. It was the only station that was on at this time. You looked over at the clock, and it read 3:25am. Late. He never waited this long to call. Sadness turned into dread when you thought about all the possibilities that could have happened to Jax.
He's fine. Probably just forgot to charge his phone, or maybe he lost it or – buzz! You leapt from your seat and grabbed your phone to see the name that popped up, Pretty Boy Teller, and you pressed answer.
- ✦ -
You had thought about Jax, naked, for a very long time. Never would you admit it, but you had daydreamed about being with him … seeing his cock. What did it look like? Was it big? What if you didn’t live up to his other experiences?
Those thoughts usually wormed their way into your mind right before you fell asleep. You had even masturbated over him. Different scenarios of you and him. Sometimes in the clubhouse, sometimes in your house, and sometimes in the shower or ... a public bathroom.
However, your sexual desires always had one thing in common: Jax was the dominant one. Even though you were a lady that could handle herself, you wanted to be looked after in the bedroom.
But the time for your questions to be answered was looming, and you couldn't deny the growing anxiety within you.
What if you didn't live up to Jax's expectations?
- ✦ -
You thought kissing Jax for the first time was the best day of your life. But no. Seeing him leaning against his bike in your driveway takes the cake.
“How you doin’ sweetheart?” Jax says with a smirk, his hair slicked back and hands in his jean pockets.
You knew he was toying with you. And you played along.
“I’m alright,” you reply nonchalantly, resting against the doorway, blinking slowly.
He broke first.
“Get over here,” Jax said in a low growl. He stalked over to you and even though you were a step ahead above him, he was still a few inches above you.
“I got something for you,” he opened his kutte and took out a box from the inside pocket. His smile reached his eyes and the crinkled with delight. He couldn’t wait for you to open it. Over your many conversations you spoke about your love for sterling silver rings, especially the chunky ones.
“And don’t take this as … a sign…” he gave a little shake of the head and huffed a small laugh. Slightly embarrassed.
His tanned hand held out the box and you took it. Flipping open the box, you saw a silver skull with a crown on its head.
While you inspected it, Jax kept talking, “I saw it in a shop in the town we were staying at. And I – I thought of you.”
Warmth bloomed in your chest, and wanted to jump into his arms and plant kisses all over his face. But you held back, trying to keep your cool. But Jax could see the blaze in your eyes, the burning desire. Because … you were finally alone together.
“Thank you, Jax,” you said in your most sultry voice.
But time was ticking, and the club house party had already started.
- ✦ -
The clubhouse was alive with energy. As if it had a soul of its own, the building breathed along with everyone else. Fires burned outside in bins, warming those who preferred the night air. Even though no children were here tonight, there was a mini playground with a set of swings in a small, fenced area, clearly showing that kids were here often throughout the day.
You were surprised with how many people were here. Even outside, there were many tattooed men and women; speaking, flirting, laughing, dancing to music. As you got off of the bike, Jax threaded his fingers into yours. There was an overwhelming smell of booze and cigarettes. My kinda party, you thought, as you walked hand in hand with Jax.
“Don’t worry darlin’, this is gonna be fun.” Jax turned to you with a gleam in his eye and leaned down to give you a kiss. Leading you toward the building, the crunch of boots on gravel filled your ears, and then all once, everyone noticed Jax.
You watched as people flocked toward him, both known and unknown faces. But one stands out the most. Wendy. She stood with her arms crossed her chest, high-heeled black boots pointed toward you, almost like two loaded guns. Her blonde hair perfectly curled, and her lips pursed, you noticed how dolled up she was. And you knew who for. Jax.
Looking at her straight in the eye, you slid your arm around Jax’s waist and moved closer to him. His body’s response was instant. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kept it there for most of the night.
- ✦ -
As soon as you walked inside, you were met with the loud boom of both yours and Jax’s names.
“Jax! Zo!” Tig yelled and grabbed the bottle in front of him, a stray glass and poured you a drink. Bobby was nowhere to be seen, and Chibs was sitting at the bar surrounded by croweaters. When he heard your name, he left his chair and wrapped his arms around you.
“Hey Tig, Chibs-” you laughed, holding the glass so that it didn’t spill from the hug. Jax had already unwound himself from you and went to hug his mother, Gemma, who was staring you down like … a goddamn piece of meat. Even when she hugged her son, and kissed him on the cheek, her eyes never left yours.
Lady Death. The one who had birthed the Prince, was wearing all black, even down to her shiny heeled heels.
Fuck, you thought. And downed the drink from Tig.
With croweaters eyeing you, but never looking directly in your eyes, you walked over to the Queen.
“Hi, I’m Zoe,” you said with a smile. Hoping she couldn’t smell fear.
- ✦ -
This is going well, you thought, trying not to say the wrong thing. Gemma wasn’t being too hard on you, but she was asking a lot of questions. ‘Where do you live,’ ‘Where do you work,’ ‘How long have you been in Charming,’ ‘Do you have any family.’ You answered each with grace and humour. Even Tig came over to add to the conversation.
“I ugh, I’ve known Jax for a while-“ answering mid question, you heard the approaching noise of high heels. Clip clop, clip clop.
“Well Jax, I guess she wasn’t a one night stand afterall?”
Wendy’s voice filled your ears, and you were glad for Tig’s drink.
You didn’t even look at Jax for an answer.
Yes, Wendy felt like a threat to you. Her history with Jax left you with unbridled jealousy. But it was plain fucking obvious that you were a threat to her too.
Your head whipped around to find Wendy with a slight smirk on her pretty face. Black kohl and thickened lashes enhanced her eyes; doing their best to stare you down.
“Hey, I could be an escort for all you know,” you replied back with a ghost of a smile, not caring a single bit about what Wendy thought of you. As she started to reply, you walked over to the bar and asked for the lone bottle of Rye.
The croweater behind the bar gave it to you, and a fresh glass.
“Well, I’m sure it’s not the first time Jax has dabbled in that area,” You heard the defeat in Wendy’s voice. You could almost feel it.
Both the Teller’s were watching the show, Gemma enjoying it much more than her son. He was about to step in after you had taken a full shot of the whiskey. But you re-filled it and handed the glass to Wendy.
Not expecting that move, Wendy took the glass and at the same time, Jax took ahold of your free hand.
“C’mon babe,” Jax seemed to growl, both with light-heartedness and a possessiveness that everyone in the room felt.
- ✦ -
The ride back felt torturous. The wet growing between your thighs worsened beneath the rumbling of the bike. It was almost like the motor vibrated, and your hands clutched onto Jax’s shirt tighter. Leaning your head forward, you rested it against Jax, and you wanted so badly for him to turn onto the side of the road and take you there.
But you knew Jax wouldn’t want anyone to see you that way. You were only for his eyes. It was one of the things he had said during one of your phone calls.
The night flew by in a blur, and then suddenly you were home and the bike stopped, and you were pulled inside.
Within seconds, Jax’s mouth was on yours, his tongue toying with your own. His leg pushed the door shut, without his mouth leaving yours and pushed you against the wall. With arms on either side of your head, he pulled back and looked deep into your eyes.
“You’re mine,” he growled. Not moving until you said it back.
“I’m yours,” you breathed and leaned down to nip your bottom lip with his teeth.
“That’s right, Princess,” and he removed his hands from either side of your head. The look in his eye made goosebumps erupt over your skin. And the wetness between your thighs started to become overwhelming. You wanted to reach down and relieve yourself, but you knew who was in charge here.
Hands travelling over your shirt, Jax took off your jacket, “arms up, sweetheart,” complying, he lifted your shirt over your arms and his eyes landed on your laced bra.
Jax smirked, and ran his fingers down your lips, to your throat, and over the warm place between your breasts. But he didn’t stop there. Jax’s finger travelled downward, and when he came upon the heat at your core, he growled.
Jax didn’t say anything but made the most animalistic rumble in his throat. Using his whole hand, he gripped your cunt over your jeans.
Flicking from the Prince of Death to Jax Teller, he kissed you again.
“You excited there, Princess?” His voice reeked of arrogance, and with one finger he wiped it against your wetness and brought it to his mouth. Sucking on his fingers, he told you to open wide.
You did as you were told and opened your mouth. The mixture of your slick and Jax’s spit entered your mouth and you moaned.
The sound drove him mad. He had wanted you for so long, and now … now he got to have you.
“Mine,” he growled again and picked you up, letting your legs wrap around his middle and walked you into the bedroom. You felt the hardness in his pants. And every time he took a step, it bumped against your ass.
The whole time, you stared at Jax. Unwavering longing that was finally happening. But it wouldn’t be until the morning that the thought would sink in.
Laying you down on the bed, Jax took a moment to stare down at the masterpiece below him. A woman who had been there the whole time. Who Jax had felt so connected to, for all these years.
“You okay with this?” Jax said, his chest heaving up and down, adrenaline surging through his veins.
“Of course I’m fucking sure,” you said with a mischievous smile.
Nostrils flaring, Jax took off his kutte, shirt and unbuckled his pants. You took off your pants and kicked them aside in a flurry.
And then your bodies connected.
With nothing but your undergarments on, Jax slowly moved your bra straps down and threaded your arms through them. Your pointed nipples peaked just above the lace, and you moaned from the feeling of the material.
Leaning down, Jax’s hot mouth encased your nipple and bit down. Pleasure bloomed inside you, making your hot core even wetter. Jax’s hand grabbed your other breast and started kneading it, and in that moment he created a world that was only for your pleasure and desire.
But soon you turned impatient and tried your best to rub your core against the hardness of his cock, which was still in his boxers. And then you felt Jax’s smile against your body, knowing exactly what you were trying to do. With a huff, you threaded your hands through his hair and tugged lightly.
Pulling his head upwards you lunged up and pressed your lips against his. With his attention in the kiss, you pulled down his underwear and let his cock spring free.
Even though you couldn’t see it, you could feel its size and length. Girthy, veined and … big. Oh, fucking hell, you thought to yourself.
He sucked in a breath as one of your hands grabbed it and moved back and forth.
“Fuck me,” you demanded.
Within seconds, your panties and bra were ripped off of you and your legs were wrapped around his middle.
“Don’t have to ask me twice,” and Jax centred his cock at your entrance. And took a moment to slowly tease between your folds.
You whined in response, and Jax laughed.
“Okay sweetheart,” he huffed and pushed his cock inside of you.
His strokes started off slow; Jax wanted you to adjust to his size before he did anything else.
But you wanted him deep inside of you, so you tightened your legs around his waist and bucked upward to meet him. Partially surprised, he groaned in response and leaned forward, with his forearms on either side of your head.
He stopped mid thrust to look you in the eyes. Jax’s blue ones bore into you, silently expressing how he felt. The longing over the years had been leading to this.
Jax gently flicked his nose against yours, then pressed his lips to your own. You whimpered into the kiss, your insides feeling like honey as you felt every movement, both physical and emotional.
Then Jax started plunging deeper and harder inside of you. The whole while, his lips were on your own, needing to kiss you. To feel as much of you as he could. He had daydreamed about the two of you ever since that night at Skeeter’s.
When the plunging turned to pounding, your core started to build. It was when Jax moved one of his hands to play with your clit, did you realise just how brilliant this man was in bed.
“Jax, I- I’m going to-“ You whined inside his mouth.
“C’mon baby, do it,” and with his words, his fingers and his cock still inside of you, you came.
The noises that left your mouth were ones only Jax was going to here from now. And he thought they were absolutely divine. A piece of heaven that was only for him.
And it was the sound of your orgasm that made him cum. When he went to pull out of you, you tightened your grip around his waist and pleaded for him to cum inside of you.
“I’m on the pill,” you rasped, assuring him. Although, he wouldn’t mind putting a baby inside of you.
- ✦ -
The morning light filtered through the barely shut curtains. Warm and bright, it mirrored exactly how you felt inside. Jax hadn’t woken yet; this was the first night that he was able to finally sleep. And get a full night’s rest, well, not a full night…
Your hands lightly ran over the exposed flesh. Heat blooming through your body as you recalled the activities you did last night.
You could already see the hickies forming on Jax, and you knew you had just as many. If it was childish, you didn’t care. It was your first time together. All you knew was that you loved the feeling of his body against yours. And that meant your ability to reason was completely out the window.
Your time of admiration was cut short, as it took Jax only a few minutes to wake. But the way he smiled at you - sleepily and bleary-eyed but with utter love - made you silently thank any and every god for being allowed to be his.
“Mornin’ sweetheart,” Jax's voice was raspy and slightly deeper than usual. And instantly it created butterflies in your stomach. God, even your toes tingled.
“Good morning, Jax,” you said, embarrassment creeping up on you. You did your best not to show it, but you couldn't let him look at you any longer. So, you buried your face in his chest.
Laughing, he flipped you over and moved the hair from your face. Forcing you to see him. For a heartbeat, he just looked at you, the woman he loved. Then he bent down and kissed you. After a few moments, he pulled back.
“I have a question to ask you,” he said slightly above a whisper.
Your stomach gurgled. “Yes?”
“Do you think you’d be up to meeting my boys today?”
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i may or may not have just bought front row tickets to a male stripper show just because one of the dancers is a Jax Teller impersonator cause he's the SPITTING IMAGE OF HIM. tats and all. i just have to know what he looks like in real life.
but i will be horribly embrassed and won't be able to look him in the eye.
i will die.
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Synopsis: Lena Daniels has been in love with Jax Teller for half of her life. As she finally gains his heart, an old love comes back to Charming and threatens their future. Will Lena be able to handle Tara, and Jax’s steady rise into the President’s chair with SAMCRO?
Pairings: Jax Teller x Lena Daniels (OC), Jax Teller x Tara Knowles (past, mentioned), Jax Teller x Wendy Case (past)
Time Setting: Seasons 1-7
Warnings: fluff, angst, unprotected sex (wrap it, before you tap it, folks), pregnancy, insecurities, infidelity, canon SOA violence & gore, STRONG language, drug & alcohol use, rape, lots of taking the LORD’s name in vain, mentions of racism, and character deaths
Author’s Note: So, this is my first Sons of Anarchy story for those of you who are fans of the show. This fic is a Dark Fic. It is set during the timeline of the entire series, but I’m not going full canon. There will be things that are actually what happened in the show, but with my own twist, and things that are not show canon. The narrative is set to fit the story itself. If you are a Tara Knowles fan, be warned, as this story may not be for you. Also please HEED the warnings. They are there for those get triggered by certain topics. I will post another warning before each chapter to give a final warning.
Chapter Six - Repost
warnings: miscarriage, alcohol abuse, angst, public masturbation
"I'm so sorry, Jackson. She lost the baby."
Jax felt his heart fall into the pit of his stomach, as he took a step back from his mother's reach. "She lost," he choked, "she lost the baby?" He questioned in disbelief. This wasn't happening. It couldn't be happening.
Gemma swallowed thickly, nodding her head. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart."
Jax ran a hand across his tired face, trying to qualm his growing emotions. "Where is she? I need to see her."
"She's in there." Clay stepped up and pointed to the room that was directly right behind them.
Jax immediately sidestepped his mother and stepfather and quickly headed toward the room. He was desperate to see Lena.
"Jax," Gemma called out to stop him, "she's resting right now. They gave her a sedative for the pain."
Jax ignored his mother and made his way inside the room. The moment he shut the door behind himself, the image he saw nearly broke his heart. Lena was laying turned away from the door. She was curled into the fetal position, soundly asleep.
Jax swallowed the lump at the back of his throat, just looking at her form. His guilt quickly started eating at him. If he hadn't been dealing with Tara and Kohn, which he for sure thought had left town, then he could have been there for Lena. He was such a fucking idiot.
Releasing a deep breath, Jax cautiously made his way toward his Old Lady. He wasn't sure he should bother her, but he just needed to be near her. He needed to let her know that he was here. When he finally stopped right in front of her, he tried to hold back his own tears at the pained expression on her face; the stains of her tears tracked down her cheeks. He slowly reached out and ran a soothing hand across her cheek, before leaning forward to place a gentle kiss against her forehead.
Lena sucked in a huge breath, nearly waking in a panic. Her eyes immediately began to frantically search around her, before they landed on Jax. The relief that he was here sat in the pit of her now empty belly. "Jax," she barely choked out.
"I'm here, baby." Jax continued to stroke his rough, calloused thumb against the softness of her cheek.
Lena's bottom lip trembled, as she desperately grabbed ahold of his kutte and pulled him further to her. "I'm so sorry, Jax."
Jax shook his head. "Baby, this is not your fault, okay." He whispered, leaning forward to brush a gentle kiss across her lips, before gathering her into his arms.
Lena clutched onto Jax as much as she could, as she released a full body sob into his chest.
Lena was finally released from the hospital the following morning. Jax was by her side every step of the way, even helping her into Gemma's truck, and following right behind them on his bike.
Lena had barely spoken a word since she had cried herself to sleep in Jax's arms the night before. When the Doctor, who came to release her, asked her how she was feeling, she replied with one simple word: empty.
Upon hearing her say that word caused Jax's heart to break a little more. The guilt for leaving her that night for Tara weighed even heavily in his gut.
When they arrived back at the house, Jax helped lay Lena down into what he was now calling their bed. He could only sadly watch as she curled herself away from him.
Jax swallowed thickly, covering her body with the comforter, before taking a seat behind her. "Hey," he whispered, reaching over to splay his hand against her curvy hip, "you need anything?"
Lena sniffled, wiping a stray tear, and just shook her head: Her only answer.
"Baby," Jax exasperated. He had no idea what to do here. "I want to help you. Please, tell me what I can do to help you."
Things were quiet for a few moments, and Jax thought Lena wasn't going to answer, until she squeaked out, "where were you last night?"
That question immediately caught Jax off guard. He didn't know exactly what to say. If he told her the truth then he would run the risk of her shutting down on him. But he didn't want to lie to her either. So, he just stayed silent.
"So," Lena whispered softly and sniffed again, "I'll take your silence as you were with Tara."
Jax sighed heavily. "She needed my help with Kohn."
Lena was quiet for another few moments, before she choked, "I needed you, Jax. We needed you."
"Jesus Christ." Jax released a shuddering breath, leaning forward on his elbows, and shoving his face in his hands. He literally had no idea what to do for her and wanted to comfort her so badly. He knew he had royally fucked up.
After a few minutes of uncomfortable silence, Jax finally stood his feet. He then leaned over to kiss her temple, relieved when she didn't pull away from him. "I'll be back." He told her, but he didn't receive an answer in return.
Jax pursed his lips and then slowly made his way out of the room only to find his mother, Gemma, patiently waiting in the hallway.
"How is she?" Gemma walked up to her son, seeing the pain in his blue eyes. Her heart broke for the both of them. She knew the pain of losing a child.
Jax released a deep breath, running his fingers through his hair. He quickly glanced back at the room and then back at his mother. "Not good, mom. I want to help her, but I'm not even sure I know how."
Gemma folded her arms together in a comforting manner. "She's gonna be fine, Jackson. She just needs some time to adjust. She just lost a baby. That's a traumatic thing to go through, baby. You need me to stay with her while you meet with the club?"
Jax looked back at the room once again, thinking about it for a second, before he shook his head. "Nah, I think I'm gonna stay here with her. Make sure she eats an' shit, and I kinda don't wanna leave her side tonight. You go home." He reached forward and gave her arms a gentle squeeze.
"You sure?" Gemma questioned, and he nodded. "Okay, sweetheart." She then pulled him into a hug and kissed his cheek. "You call if you need anything."
"I will." Jax told his mother, as he walked her out of his house. Gemma gave him one last hug before he closed and locked the door.
Releasing another breath, Jax looked down the empty foyer in desolation. He slowly removed his kutte, hanging it on the coat rack, and made his way back to his bedroom. As he opened the door, he found her in the same position he had left her in just a few minutes ago, but this time she was asleep. He knew that the pain medication she had been subscribed had already kicked in.
He stood by the frame of his bedroom door, watching as her body rose and fell with each breath she took. After a few minutes, he then proceeded to pull his hoodie over his head, along with his white t-shirt, dropping them onto the floor. He finally toed off his white sneakers and removed his jeans, before finally climbing into the bed next to Lena.
Jax continued to watch Lena for a few moments. He reached out and gently grabbed her hand. She subconsciously turned over and draped her body across his, snuggling closer into his warmth. He then placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and laid her open palm against his bare chest.
The next morning Lena's eyes fluttered open, and she was graced with the presence of the most beautiful, crystal blue eyes she loved so much.
"Hey," Jax ran a soothing hand across her mountain of curls, "I gotta go take care of some club shit, okay. I'll be back in a little while."
Lena just nodded her head, still not feeling up to speaking.
Jax sighed, kissing her forehead softly. "I made you some tea." He pointed to the steaming cup on the bedside table. "And there's some eggs and toast in the microwave."
This was exactly what Jax did every morning for the next week. He'd make her eggs, toast, and tea, before leaving every morning. The first four days he would come home disappointed to find that the eggs and toast were still in the microwave and the tea was barely touched. He'd also find her still curled in the same fetal position he left her in. By day five, the tea was drank, the toast was eaten, and it looked as if she had made some type of vital effort to shower. She would still be in bed by the time he got home though.
Then yesterday all of it was gone.
Today, after Church, Jax made a quick stop at home to check in on Lena. Much to his shock and surprise, she was finally up and about.
"Hey," Jax said walking into the bedroom to find Lena tying the straps of her boots. "You're up?"
Lena looked up at Jax, giving him a warm smile. This was the first time in days that she had shown him some source of light. "Yeah, I figured it was time to finally stop grieving. It's time to move on. I'm sorry I've been such a recluse."
Jax shook his head dismissively, shoving his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. "Lena," he breathed, "please, don't blame yourself for any of this. Losing the baby wasn't your fault. The doctor said that sometimes it just happens. No reasons why."
"I know." Lena replied desolately. "But I can't help but feel like it is." Jax went to tell her that she didn't need to, but couldn't form the words, when she stood to her feet and approached him. "I just want to thank you for giving me the time that I needed." She stood on the tips of her toes and pressed her lips softly against his and quickly pulled away.
"Where you going?" Jax questioned, watching as she reached for her things.
"Just to stop by my house really quick, grab some more things, then I'm gonna head to the clubhouse. I can't stay in this room like this any longer." Lena told him, moving around the room in a dizzying blur.
And before Jax could protest, Lena had already disappeared from his sight.
Lena arrived at the clubhouse a short time later. She walked in to see Clay and Piney sitting at the bar with some strange, balding, short guy she had never seen before. Ever since she could remember, the club had always been bringing strange people she had never met around. She knew the deal: to keep smiling and never ask questions, unless spoken to.
"Well, well, well, look who's back on her feet." Clay boastfully announced with a huge grin on his face, as he saw Lena making her way toward them. "What are you doing here?"
Lena approached the MC President, and her Old Man's stepdad, giving him a warm hug and a kiss to the cheek. "I just figured you needed me to get back to work."
Clay shook his head dismissively, hand on her shoulder. "That's nonsense, girl. Take all the time you need. That's what we got the Prospect for." He smiled again.
"No," Lena responded, heading behind the bar to put her things away, "I have to do something. I can't just lay around and wallow anymore. It's not good for me."
"How're you feeling?" Piney question, placing a comforting hand on hers.
Lena looked down at the gesture, a million thoughts running through her mind. After she had the miscarriage, news of her failed pregnancy spread like wildfire through the MC. A pregnancy she wasn't even ready to announce yet. Not that it even mattered anymore. Some of the croweaters, she didn't know about, and even the Nevada charter, were sending in their condolences. She was grateful for their support, but she was also really tired of it. She just wanted to not think of it anymore. Every time she did, that emptiness she now felt would start to suffocate her.
"I'm okay, Piney." Lena swallowed thickly, giving her grandfather's closest friend a warm smile back. She then looked over to the strange man who was sitting there quietly, staring at her breasts in her low cut top, while sipping on his mug of beer. "Hi."
"Hi." The guy nodded a little too skittishly, his eyes leaving her chest.
"Lee, this is Chucky." Clay pointed toward the jumpy man. "Chucky, this is Lena. She's Jax's Old Lady."
Lena reached out to shake Chucky's already outstretched hand when Piney not so subtly placed his hand over hers, stopping her actions. She turned to the old man, giving him a look of confusion, and he just shook his head in warning.
Lena then soon found out why.
Chucky, feeling a bit rejected by Lena, immediately stuck his hand down his khaki pants and started jackhammering on his genitals.
Lena choked back, standing there wide eyed really not believing her eyes. This strange man was actually masturbating in front of all three of them. She then turned to look at Clay and Piney, and they both reassured her that she wasn't going crazy.
"Yeah," Clay began, sounding so done, "he's got that, what do you call it?" He turned to look at Chucky. "Compuls–"
"Compulsive Masturbation Disorder, CMD." Chucky explained, still going to town on himself.
Lena pulled a face of disgust, but still not looking away. It was like watching a car wreck, and Chucky was showing no signs of stopping.
"Alright," Clay boasted, "get your goddamn hands out of your pants, Chucky. There's a lady present."
Chucky stopped, looking over at Lena, who still had yet to look away. "I accept that." He immediately removed his hand from his pants. "Sorry about that." He looked back at Lena, apologetically, "it literally has a mind of its own. Especially now without my meds."
"I guess it's all good." Lena commented, before looking at Piney and Clay once more. "I thought boys got over that after 13." She joked, causing both Piney and Clay to chuckle.
"Hey, sweetheart," Clay turned back to Lena, gesturing between himself, Chucky, and Piney, "could you give us a few? We gotta talk business."
Lena nodded, grabbing both Clay and Chucky's now empty glasses to wash them. "Okay, I guess I'll be in the back doing some inventory."
"Thank you." Clay told her. "Glad to have you back."
Lena gave Clay another warm smile, before retreating into the back kitchen. When she got there, she immediately noticed the mountain of boxes of delivered alcohol piled high, in the corner. These boxes weren't there over a week ago. It was almost like they had been patiently waiting for her. It was always like this though. If she didn't show up for a day or two, things would just go to the wayside, waiting for her to come back. It was almost as if she were running the bar herself.
Lena released a heavy sigh, walking over to the sink and tossing the heavy mugs inside. She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. But she knew she couldn't. So, she just swallowed all of those feelings down and started her task. At least dealing with this, she didn't have to deal with all the other shit on her mind.
After finally getting those boxes situated, Lena found herself arranging and cleaning the liquor shelf back out front. She had completed the much needed inventory, and was now tasking herself with doing other things. As, again, if she wouldn't do it, then no one would.
The clubhouse was completely dead. Clay and Piney disappeared with that masturbating freak, so it just left her and maybe one or two other people. The rest of the MC would more than likely show up a little later on.
As Lena turned to write down some notes of things she had missed that needed to be ordered, her stomach dropped at the sight of Tara Knowles strolling her way inside. This woman had the worst time of showing up unexpectedly. Tara was the last person that Lena needed or even wanted to see right now.
"What are you doing here?" Lena questioned, when Tara cautiously approached her. "Jax isn't here."
Tara nodded nervously, now standing on the opposite side of the bar from Lena. Her bright eyes began to look around her familiar surroundings, everything rushing back to her. "I know. I'm here to see you, actually."
Lena's brows furrowed in confusion. What could possibly be the reason that the good doctor needed to see her? "Me? Why?"
Tara cleared her throat and finally took a seat. "Jax told me what happened, and I just wanted to personally offer my condolences."
Lena actually giggled at that, but there was no humor behind it. This bitch wasn't serious, was she? "Your condolences? Are you serious? You know what Tara? You can take your condolences and shove them right up your skinny ass." She spat bitterly. She was too emotionally unstable to deal with Tara at this moment. Just thinking about Jax not being with her, at a time when she needed him the most, to help Tara deal with her psycho stalker ex-boyfriend, caused the blood to boil in Lena's system.
"Excuse me?" Tara looked at Lena a little taken aback.
"I don't know what you thought by coming here and offering your condolences was gonna do when you and I both know that it's bullshit."
"It's not bullshit, Lena." Tara muttered in shock. "I just don't want–"
"It's not bullshit?" Lena cut Tara off, and all she felt was pure anger. "You say that you're not here for Jax –that you didn't come back to Charming for Jax– but yet every time I see him, you're lurking in his vicinity."
"I'm his son's surgeon." Tara tried to justify, her dark brows furrowing in confusion.
"Is that what you tell yourself at night, Tara?" Lena snipped. She could see right through Tara's pathetic condolences. She knew Jax's ex was feeling some type of guilt. "To make yourself feel better?"
"Look," Tara released a deep breath, "I just came here to–"
Lena quickly cut her off. "I know exactly what you just came here to do, and I'm putting an end to it right now. Just so we're clear, you and I need to get a few things straight, Tara. First, you being around Jax, relying on him to deal with your shit, that ends now." Tara went to protest when Lena threw a hand up to stop her in her tracks. "Second of all, you need to learn your place in this town. I'm Jax's Old Lady, now, not you. You gave that right up 10 years ago when you snuck out of here like a thief in the night without a second glance. Jax loves me. You're his past. I'm his future. And if you want to call this marking my territory, then have the fuck at it. But I am making sure you are aware that Jax is mine. Are we clear?"
Tara pursed her lips, trying to figure out what she was going to say next. But she thought better of it and just nodded her head. "Crystal."
"Good," Lena paused for a moment, before smacking her lips together, "now I need you to leave, and on your way out, take your shitty condolences with you."
Tara hesitated for a moment, before finally standing up from her seat, and walking out of the clubhouse.
Lena watched as Tara disappeared from her sight. She hadn't noticed that she had grabbed a bottle of gin, until she realized it was shaking uncontrollably in her hand. She quickly felt the itch to just throw the damn thing across the room to let her emotions loose, but instead she poured herself a shot. And for good measure, she poured herself three more.
The clubhouse was now hustling and bustling with patrons, as Lena had expected it to. She was busy, behind the bar, pouring drinks and taking more shots with the members of SAMCRO that had showed up about a half an hour ago. Of course, Jax wasn't with them. At this point, Lena didn't really care.
"How you feelin', baby girl?" Tig asked, sipping his beer bottle, his crystal blue eyes looked at Lena with sympathy.
"I'm feeling better." Lena replied, trying to push down the urge of telling folks to stop asking her that.
"Yeah, Jackie boy was tellin' us you were takin' it pretty hard." Chibs commented, as Lena poured him another shot of whiskey. "Just so you know, SAMCRO –we're here for you, darlin'. Whatever you need."
Tig nodded in agreement, reaching out to pat her hand.
"Thanks boys." Lena gave them a warm smile, this time pouring two more shots. One for Tig and one for herself.
The three of them toasted, before throwing the shot back. Lena winced, feeling the burn of the liquor hitting the back of her throat. She was now definitely starting to feel it, making her body grow warmer. When she looked up she finally saw Jax making his way into the clubhouse and quickly over to her.
"Hey, babe," Lena greeted him.
"Hey." Jax looked at her, and immediately noticed that something was off with her demeanor.
Lena offered him a shot, but he turned it down. She just shrugged and took it herself, receiving much praise from Tig and Chibs.
"How many of those have you had tonight?" Jax questioned, still looking at Lena with concern written in his steely blues. Lena gave him another nonchalant shrug and tossed back another shot. "Maybe you need to slow down a bit."
Lena rolled her eyes annoyed –she was definitely starting to feel it– and poured herself yet another shot. "I'm fine, Jax." She went to toss that one back, before Jax reached out to stop her.
Jax immediately took the shot from her hands and set it down on the bar. "Can we talk?"
Lena sighed heavily, setting the whiskey bottle back on the shelf and giving the bar counter a good wipe. She then quickly dried her hands and made her way around the bar. Jax didn't let Lena's untouched shot go to waste as he downed it for himself and set the shot glass back down on the bar table. He then gave Chib's back a friendly pat and took Lena back to his dorm.
Lena went and sat on the bed, while Jax shut the door behind them. "So, what's up?"
Jax immediately joined her, his jean clad knee brushing against her bare thigh in the short skirt she was wearing. "So," he began, rubbing his hands together, "I got, um, I got some good news today. Abel is officially coming out of the toaster tomorrow and we can finally hold him."
At the mention of Abel, Lena felt a stabbing pain in her chest. It had been a week since she'd last seen him. It was that day, the day she lost her own baby, and hearing Jax telling her that Abel was getting better and that they'd be able to actually hold him, should have been the best news that she needed to hear. And for some reason, it wasn't.
Unfortunately, Lena knew she couldn't let Jax know that "That's great, Jax."
Jax nodded, smiling from ear to ear. "Means he should be coming home real soon."
That was also something that Lena couldn't bear to hear, but she pushed all of those feelings down. "That's wonderful. I'm so happy." She put on a big smile, pulling Jax in for a hug.
When they pulled back, Jax noticed that Lena's smile didn't quite reach her eyes. "Hey," he reached forward to push a curly tendril behind her ear, "you would tell me if you're not okay, right? We just lost a baby, babe, it's okay if you're not."
Lena swallowed thickly, her eyes cascaded down at her trembling hands. She then took a quick glance back up at Jax, as he still looked at her with concern. She couldn't take him looking at her like that. So, she leaned forward and pressed her mouth against his. Jax was caught off guard by the kiss, but quickly melted into it. Lena grabbed the lapels of his kutte and pulled him further toward her. They both fell back on the bed, their mouths still fused together in a tight liplock.
Jax's hand roughly grabbed at Lena's breasts through her top, as their kiss continued to deepen.
Then suddenly the door to the apartment was opened, and the pair immediately pulled apart. Much to Lena's disappointment.
"Hey, man, sorry to interrupt," Opie stood awkwardly by the door, "we got a problem. Mayans."
Jax nodded at his best friend. "Yeah, I'll be out in a minute."
Opie also nodded, shutting the door.
Jax sighed, running a hand through his shaggy hair. "You gonna be okay?" He turned to look at Lena.
"Yeah." Lena told him, not quite making eye contact with her Old Man.
Jax, again, cupping her face in his hands, leaned forward and kissed her lips. He then stood to his feet and headed out of the door.
Lena sat there for a few seconds after Jax had left. All of a sudden, her body was starting to shake, and she felt the tears stinging her eyes. But nipped that in the bud quickly, swallowing it all down. She then ran a hand through her curly locks and stood to her feet. If she was telling people that she was fine, she needed to show it.
Lena awoke the next morning, back at Jax's house. Of course, like always, he wasn't there. When she rolled over, to check her phone, charging on the nightstand, she read the text he'd sent her just after he left. He was requesting that she'd meet him at the hospital later on today so they could be there when Abel officially gets out of his incubator.
Lena sat on the edge of the bed and read the text over and over again. She had contemplated not going. This was definitely going to be hard for her since her emotions were all over the place, and she knew that Abel shouldn't be exposed to that. It wasn't fair to him. But she just decided to fight against it. She needed to. Abel didn't deserve her abandonment. That also wasn't fair to him. It wasn't that innocent baby's fault that she had lost her own. Going to see him is what she needed.
After getting dressed, Lena had made her way into the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. As she rummaged through the mess of the cabinets for sugar, something immediately caught her attention. Her brows furrowed, as her fingers brushed against the smooth surface. She wrapped her hand around the thin neck, pulled it out of the cabinet, and finally into her line of vision. Swallowing thickly, she stared at the clear, swishing liquid in the glass bottle, while it stared tauntingly back at her.
Lena figured this must have been left behind from Wendy's secret stash that had been overlooked. She immediately thought about just shoving the bottle right back behind the other crap in the cabinet she got it from and not even think about it. But the ache in her chest caused her to realize how much it was calling out to her to numb her pain.
Without any further thought, Lena dumped her coffee and cup into the sink and grabbed a clean glass from the dishrack instead. Pouring herself a generous amount, she didn't hesitate to swallow the entire thing, feeling the immediate burn as the alcohol hit the back of her throat. When the burning stopped, she went to pour herself another glass full, but was disappointed to find the bottle now empty.
Feeling the ache in chest growing and the guilt resonating in the pit of her stomach, Lena released a deep, mournful sigh. She then tossed the bottle and the glass into the sink, causing them both to nearly shatter. With a shaky hand, she ran it across her sleek ponytail in frustration.
What the hell was going on with me? Lena thought to herself.
After a few moments of trying to catch her bearings, Lena had calmed herself down as much as possible, before grabbing her things and heading out of the house.
Lena pulled her Mustang into the empty visitor's spot in the parking lot at St Thomas. She immediately turned the engine off and made a quick check of herself in the mirror, trying to make herself look as decent as possible. She quickly dabbed some extra concealer under her eyes to cover the dark circles and then made a few swipes of gloss across her full, plump lips. Shoving the items back into her purse, which had been sitting open in the passenger's seat, her eyes landed on something that was lying inside the bag, mocking her. She hesitated, before reaching over and yanking the small, clear object from its confinements.
Lena swallowed the lump in the back of her throat, looking down at the bottle currently in her hands. She hated herself for even having this in her possession, but it was like she wasn't in control of herself when she made a quick stop at the liquor store to pick up the one thing that was starting to help her mask the pain currently clenching in her gut.
Quickly unscrewing the cap, Lena placed the tip of the bottle to her and tipped the bottle back, taking a few desperate swallows. This time she barely even flinched as the clear liquid burned the back of her throat. Once she was satisfied, she twisted the cap back on and shoved the bottle back into her purse.
Lena nearly stumbled out of her car, her equilibrium already a bit compromised. She instantly pulled herself together, wiping the invisible dust from her jeans and resituated the strap of her purse on her shoulder, before making her way into the hospital. She immediately headed toward the NICU, a place that was all too familiar to her now.
Lena had just made it to Abel's room, peeking through the window. She expected to either see Jax or Gemma already inside with the infant, but her heart dropped at the sight before her. Her stomach twisted in knots, and she began to feel bile rising up her throat as she watched Jax's ex happily cradling Abel in her arms.
But this ex wasn't Tara.
"Wendy," Lena choked.
The last time Lena had seen Wendy, she was lying unconscious on Jax's kitchen floor. Wendy was drugged up and strung out. Now, this Wendy looked like a completely different person. She looked happy and healthy and ready to be a mother to Abel.
"Yeah, I was surprised to see her too."
A voice came up behind Lena, startling her. When she turned around, she found Tara, dressed in her white lab coat, approaching her cautiously. It had been less than 24 hours since Lena kicked the good doctor out of the clubhouse, so the tension was still thick between the women. Lena certainly didn't have the time to deal with this ex of her Old Man, but she knew she couldn't have Tara physically removed from here as this was Tara's territory.
Lena rolled eyes, muttering to herself. "Jesus Christ, it's a goddamn trifecta." She then turned back to peer at Wendy, who excitedly bounced Abel in her arms. The jealousy was starting to course through her system. "I thought I told you to stay away from me?"
The good doctor let out a deep sigh, having the actual nerve to come and stand next to Lena at the window. "This is a hospital, Lena. I'm actually employed to be here. And despite what you want, I'm still Abel's doctor." She told her, but kept her attention on Wendy herself.
Lena swallowed thickly, folding her arms across her chest. She was starting to get the itch for that bottle in her purse. She hated this. She really fucking hated this.
Things went quiet between the two women, before Tara cleared her throat, breaking their silence. "Look, maybe you and I should talk about the things you said to me yesterday. I kind of just want to clear the air."
Lena scoffed in irritation, whipping around to face Tara. "No, we don't actually. The air is completely clear with us. I meant everything that I said to you, Tara. I'm done here."
Tara eyed Lena warily, her eyes narrowing directly on Jax's Old Lady. "Have you been drinking this morning?"
Lena let out a small, frustrated groan. She knew she should have just walked away and waited for Jax, but she let herself be baited by Tara. "And why exactly would you say that?"
Tara took another half step toward Lena, holding her clipboard closer to her body. "Well, your speech is a bit slurred. Your eyes are glassy. Pupils dilated. And you smell like a brewery."
Lena pursed her lips together, really not wanting to hear anymore of what Tara was trying to accuse her of. Yes, she had a little bit to drink, but she was a fucking adult going through a lot right now. If she wanted to take the edge off, who was Tara to tell her otherwise. She didn't have to answer to anyone. Especially not Tara. "Look, what I do or don't do is none of your fucking business, alright?"
Tara stood a step back in surprise at Lena's anger. She knew she shouldn't have been surprised, but it still caught her off guard. "Oh, I beg to differ, Lena. You're in a hospital, surrounded by small, sick children. It is my job and my business to make sure that nothing happens to them. Maybe you should sober up, before I let you in there to see Abel."
"Let me?" Lena exclaimed at whatever audacity Tara had just thrown at her. "Oh, honey, you don't run anything around here. Especially not with me. If I want to see Abel, I have every right to. I've been here almost every fucking day since he was born. I am just as much his parent as Jax or Wendy."
Tara shook her head dismissively, walking back up to Lena. "Look, I know that losing your baby was hard on you, but maybe you need to think about things –slow down, before you really hurt yourself, Abel, or even Jax."
Lena went to open her mouth, but was cut off by Jax now approaching them. "Hey, what's going on?" He questioned, flitting his blue eyes between his ex-girlfriend and his Old Lady, sensing the tension coming from them.
The few members of SAMCRO that had arrived along with their VP, followed right behind him. They had stopped shortly when they noticed the two women standing at odds with each other in front of Abel's hospital room. They knew that it wasn't their place to interfere and to just let Jax handle it himself.
Before Lena could tell Jax that everything was fine, Tara, inconveniently, was the first to speak. "Maybe you should ask your girlfriend how much she's had to drink today." She sneered, turning on her heels and walked away, pretending to ignore Bobby, Chibs, and Happy on her way down the hall.
Jax watched Tara disappear, before looking down at Lena, who looked beyond irritated. "The hell is she talking about?"
Lena folded her arms back across her chest, looking down at her shuffling feet. "She's just being a paranoid bitch, Jax. I'm fine."
"Hey," Jax reached out to grab her face in his hands, and she finally looked up at him, "have you been drinking today, Lee?"
Lena threw a humorless laugh Jax's way and pulled back from his grip. Of course he would believe Tara over her. "You know what? I think I'm gonna take off. I know when I'm not needed."
As Lena turned to walk away from her Old Man, he immediately stopped her by gently grabbing her elbow and gently pulling her back toward him. "Lee, you gotta tell me what's going on here. I'm really worried about you."
Lena sighed heavily, turning back to fully face Jax and feeling the tears burning the back of her eyes. "Maybe I'm just a little overwhelmed right now. I just lost your baby, Jax. In which, I'm starting to get the feeling that you don't really give a rat's ass about. Your exes just keep popping up like mole rats, and I'm unsure of how I should be feeling. So, I'm just not even going to bother anymore. I'm gonna let you and Wendy have the time you deserve with your son. I...I just need some space." She told him, and this time she was able to turn to walk away, while ignoring the fact that he was calling out to her.
The moment Lena hit the front steps of the hospital, her heart beat angrily in her chest, and she felt the overwhelming urge to retrieve that bottle from her purse. She immediately thought better of it when she was approached by yet another unwelcomed face.
"And this day just got worse." Lena muttered to herself, before looking over at that unwelcomed face. "Is this what you ATF freaks do in your spare time? Lurk outside of hospitals?"
Federal Agent June Stahl chuckled sarcastically, striding her way up to the stairs, her FBI badge gleaming underneath the California sun, against her thin hip. "I guess you are referring to my former colleague, Agent Josh Kohn." The Agent stood intimidatingly in front of Lena. "Which, by the way, he never made it back to Chicago. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that now would you?"
Lena knew this woman had been in town long before Tara's little friend, Kohn, had shown his face, as the skinny bitch had been going around harassing other Old Ladies . Lena knew it was a matter of time before she was next. Agent Stahl was one of the many unsuccessful feds to come and leave with nothing on SAMCRO. But this time, Lena knew this heffa was back and more determined than ever to take Clay and Jax down.
Lena raised a perfectly arched brow, knowing that if Kohn was forced to leave town, but never made it, Jax definitely had something to do with it. Her Old Man was also determined to make the ATF piece of shit pay for what he did to them. But of course, Lena wasn't going to let Stahl know of her suspicions. She wasn't a rat.
"No," Lena shook her head, "but if anything did happen to that creep, I doubt anyone would miss him. So, good fucking riddance." She stated, trying to walk away.
Agent Stahl immediately stopped Lena, grabbing onto her upper arm. "No need to go anywhere, Miss Daniels. I think you and I should have a little chat."
Lena looked down at Agent Stahl's grip on her arm, similar to when Kohn grabbed her. She quickly snatched herself out of Stahl's hold. "Well, that sucks for you, Agent, because I'm not really in a chatty mood today. Especially with you."
Agent Stahl, again, stood in front of Lena, glaring at her. "Oh, you thought that was an option? I don't think so, sweetheart. You're gonna come down to the station with me, and you and I are gonna have ourselves a nice, long talk."
"I don't have anything to say to you." Lena spat bitterly. "Now, unless you have a warrant, I need to be on my way."
As Lena sidestepped Stahl, she hadn't realized the ATF Agent had spied something suspiciously hanging out of her purse.
"Uh, Miss Daniels," Stahl called out to Lena, causing the young woman to turn around, annoyed, "what's this?" She teasingly tipped over the half drank bottle of vodka that was supposed to have been at the bottom of Lena's bag. "An open container, in what I'm assuming will be in your car. That's kind of illegal. Maybe I should test your blood alcohol level and arrest you with the intent to drive under the influence."
Lena swallowed the lump at the back of her throat, clutching her purse closer to her body. She was fucking screwed. "What do you want from me?"
Agent Stahl smirked at getting her way once again. "A moment of your time. And this," she eyed the bottle again, "this goes away. The decision is yours."
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CORDELIA: Buffy. You're really campaigning for bitch-of-the-year, aren't you? BUFFY: As defending champion, you nervous? CORDELIA: I can hold my own. You know, we've never really been close, which is nice, 'cause I don't really like you that much, but... you have on occasion saved the world and stuff, so I'm gonna... do you a favor. BUFFY: And this great favor is... CORDELIA: I'm gonna give you some advice. Get over it.
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Four: This Is a Matter Of Life Or Death
Charles Leclerc x Nova Teller (OC)
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Small town meets the fast lane. What happens when two souls meet? Will it end in happiness or will they both crash and burn?
A/N: I know I disappeared off the face of the earth and the reason for that is my business went viral last week, we sold 600 f1 driver advent boxes and had around 450 orders within a couple of days 🥺 so all of my time is working on making the boxes and items for orders
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Leaning against the headboard I couldn’t tear my gaze from the laptop screen, everything about this evening was playing on my mind. The main thing was Chibs’ words, they were ringing loud in my head, “you never know who might be in the bar tonight.”
I felt like I had been waiting an eternity for this stupid laptop to load the security camera program, all I saw on the screen was the fucking blue circle of doom. Growling in frustration, I pushed the laptop off my knees, rolling out of bed using the torch on my phone to guide me making sure I didn’t wake anyone up. There was only one thing that was going to get me through the night and that was a strong cup of black coffee and knowing my luck the laptop would take about another hour to load up.
Why couldn’t it work when I needed it to?
I could have used the app on my phone but the image would be too small for me to confirm if everything was true. Running my fingers through my messy hair I carefully navigated the dark hallway, trying to dodge the piles of laundry and trainers that were scattered about, making a mental note that the Tellers needed to get better at laundry and maybe some laundry hampers whilst we were at it.
As I made it to the kitchen, I pushed the thoughts of the housework out of my mind, I let out a sigh of relief as I switched the under cabinet light on, I had successfully made it downstairs without waking anyone.
I needed to know the truth, was Charles Leclerc in my bar or not?
Swiping Jax’s crumpled pack of smokes from the countertop I slipped outside onto the back patio, the only sound that could be heard was the crickets in the forest. In a way it was relaxing but also extremely creepy. Most days I found myself waking up before the sun. No matter how exhausted I was, I always spent an hour before I needed to start getting ready for work snuggled under a blanket on the outdoor sofa with a large mug of coffee and a pack of cigarettes.
It was the only time I didn’t have anyone asking me things or needing me to do something.
Ever since Elenor was born I had gotten used to being the glue that held everything together. Family meant everything to me so if someone needed me I was there without a second thought, even though I was never rarely alone I still found myself getting lonely if I spent too long contemplating life whilst watching the sunrise. So I tried to limit my time to only an hour a morning otherwise the voices in my head got too loud.
Placing the cigarette between my teeth I let my eyes flutter closed as I lit it, I kept telling myself I would quit but I just couldn’t bring myself to ditch the habit. There was something about stepping outside to have a smoke that calmed me down no matter the situation. Leaning against the brick wall I let out a pathetic laugh, realizing the moment I got home I automatically put on my Ferrari hoodie. If it was true, we had two formula one drivers staying in town there was no way I was going to be seen wearing team merch.
The beeping from the kitchen pulled me from my thoughts. Taking one final drag, I tossed the half-smoked cigarette into the metal pot that was kept by the back door, slipping back inside, making sure to lock up before pouring myself a large mug of black coffee.
Soon enough I found myself back on my bed, the laptop sitting on top of the duvet, my legs crossed whilst I waited for the program to load.
Finally, the damn thing opened up, the main screen of the program was staring back at me causing my heart rate to spike, this was the moment of truth as I moved the cursor over to the playback section. Taking a deep breath, I finally took the courage to get the information that would put my mind at ease. Scrolling through the day I let the footage play from the moment me and Jax left for the dirt track. I couldn’t pull my eyes from the screen as I watched the events of this evening unfold before me.
I practically felt my heart stop the moment two guys walked into the bar, the image wasn’t the best because of someone blocking the view but in my heart I knew it was them. I had spent way too many years watching them on TV as they went around the paddock, doing press conferences and interviews to not recognise them.
Pausing the footage I squeezed my eyes closed, taking a few deep breaths. Pops wasn’t losing his mind and Bobby was telling the truth. I felt like an idiot for not believing them. The room felt like it was spinning as I pressed play again, the moment I came on screen reciting the commentary I wanted the ground to open up, swallowing me whole. I had made a complete fool of myself and there he was, Charles Leclerc, watching intently as I did so.
Why the fuck didn’t Chibs tell me he was in the bar when I asked him if there was anything I should know?
I was about to slam the laptop closed when something made me pause. I felt my eyes fill with tears as I watched Charles and Pierre chat with Pops like they had been lifelong friends. I had no idea what they were talking about but seeing Pops talk with his hands, along with the large smile that was on his face caused my chest to tighten. It had been months since I saw him like this, this year's storm season had taken its toll on all of us.
Slamming the laptop closed I felt like I wanted to scream. The sound of my alarm screeching from beside me caused me to tap my phone screen, squinting at the brightness, realizing I had been up all night, completely losing track of time from replaying the security footage back for the last couple of hours. Running my hands over my face, I let out a heavy sigh knowing I needed to be at the cafe to get everything set up for opening within the next hour and a half, at least I was in the right place to keep downing coffee.
First, I needed to go strangle a certain Scottsman.
The next hour flew by and before I knew it I found myself standing on Chibs’ front porch, my fist pounding against the wooden door, not caring who I woke up.
“Filip Telford, get you fucking ass out here now!” I shouted up to the open window, which I knew was his bedroom. I didn’t stop knocking on the door until he finally appeared in front of me, wearing nothing but a pair of sweatpants. I didn’t care that I had just woken him or the entire neighborhood up, I needed answers.
“You better have a good reason for not telling Charles fucking Leclerc was in my bar last night?” I snapped, pushing by him letting myself into his house.
“Nova, it is the middle of the night,” Chibs huffed, softly closing the door behind me.
“Actually, it’s four forty-five,” I said, rolling my eyes, “now quit avoiding my question.”
“Lass, this isn’t life or death!” he said with a god damn smirk, knowing it would just piss me off.
“You know damn well that to me this is a matter of life or death, I walked into the bar reciting commentary word for fucking word and you did nothing to stop me.”
“Take a breath,” he whispered, placing his hands on my shoulders, stopping me from wearing out his flooring by pacing around the kitchen. “I tried to drop hints, but you weren’t getting them. We didn’t tell you because we all knew how you would act.”
“I would have acted cool, calm and collected,” I defended, receiving nothing but a raised brow from Chibs. “Fine, okay I would have lost my shit,” I finally admitted.
“Exactly,” he laughed, taking a step back, “look Nova, the boys are staying for the summer break and I got the impression they wanted a low key get away. Somewhere they won’t get hounded as they walk the streets.”
My heart was racing as I let my fingers tangle into my hair, how was I meant to cope that there were two formula one drivers wandering around the town, let alone my favorite one, the one I had a massive crush on.
“This isn’t over, Telford!” I scolded, pushing my way past him. “I’ve gotta get to work,” reaching the front door I wrapped my fingers around the doorknob, letting out a heavy sigh, “this is gonna be a long fucking four weeks.”
I didn’t give him a chance to respond before I scurried out of the house; I was so close to freaking out it was unbelievable. I had no idea how I was going to get through the shift at the cafe, I was hoping that once I had opened up and a few of the girls had arrived, I could go home and get some sleep.
“Did you get any sleep at all last night?” Jax asked, his expression showed how concerned he was about me as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder whilst I leant against the bar.
“Nope,” I admitted quietly, shaking my head. “I was planning on face planting my bed once the girls arrived at the cafe but it’s like the universe has it out for me right now.” I sighed, resting my head against my brother’s shoulder. “The supplier fucked up the delivery, only turning up with half of my order, apparently they are saying they brought what I selected. When I know damn well I didn’t miss anything off.”
Jax let out a heavy sigh, running his spare hand over his face. He knew the issues that had been happening with our main supplier and he was just as angry as me about it, especially when they were still charging us the full amount for half an order.
“Don’t worry about the supplier, Squirt, I will deal with them,” he said with a half smile on his face. “Promise me, you will get some sleep tonight. Pops is having a good day so clock off in a couple of hours.”
I knew Jax was trying to look after me but there was no way I could dip out of working the bar early. Especially when tonight was quiz night, it was something that everyone loved. Every week the place was busy with locals wanting to take part.
“Don’t even try to protest, me and Chibs can manage. Wendy and Nero have also said they can help out with the quiz so we have plenty of people to cope,” Jax hummed, pressing a kiss against the top of my head. “The last thing I need is my little sister burning herself out to the point she collapses from exhaustion, ending up in hospital again.”
“Awwww, you do care,” I teased, wiggling out of his grasp as the first group of locals piled into the bar.
“Let’s not go shouting it to the world. I do have a reputation to keep,” Jax smirked, crouching down to grab two beers out of the fridge. “Now how are you coping with Leclerc and Gasly being in town? Chibs said he thought you were going to kill him this morning?”
“How am I coping?” I scoffed, gladly accepting the beer from Jax. “How do you think I’m fucking coping?” I said, cocking my brow at him. “That’s the reason I didn’t get any sleep last night, everyone, including yourself, thought it would be a good idea to keep it from me.”
The reaction I got from Jax was one I wasn’t expecting, the bastard started laughing. “All I’m gonna say, Squirt, is we know how much you like Charles,” he winked, nodding his head to the main entrance of the bar, “speak of the devil, he’s just walked in.”
“Lord help me!” I pleaded, running my hand over my face.
It was like the weight of the world came crashing down on me, pinning me to the floor, I couldn’t move from the spot I was standing in. All I could do was watch Charles and Pierre stroll into the bar. I flashed them both a friendly smile; it was the only movement I could do right now.
They both scanned the room and as soon as they spotted Pops sitting in his booth with Elenor they made a b-line to him, instantly sliding onto the sofas, settling in like they had known JT for years. I didn’t miss the smile that Pops had, he was practically beaming, moving my gaze to Elenor, I swear she was going to burst as she realized who had joined them in the booth. Her eyes were as wide as saucers and she was physically buzzing with excitement. However, what shocked me the most was when Pops jumped up from his seat, full of life, guiding them all towards the bar.
“Just act normal, don’t freak out,” Jax whispered in my ear, before disappearing into the kitchen. Of course the asshole would abandon ship right now, leaving me to actually speak to them. Closing my eyes I focused on the noise of the room, trying to drown out the thumping sound of my heart.
Take a deep breath, girl, you got this.
Letting my eyelids flutter open I needed to find something to distract myself, scanning the bar I noticed some empty glasses were building up, leaning down I quickly grabbed the black plastic tub busying myself with removing them from the counter.
“Charles, Pierre, I would like you to meet my beautiful daughter,” Pops grinned as he approached the bar, before crouching down to lift Elenor onto the stool.
“Hey,” I said with my best customer service smile, one I had perfected over the years “What can I get you to drink?” the fact I didn’t stumble over my words surprised me.
“Can I get a beer, please?” Elenor said in her deepest voice possible.
“When you turn 21, my little cub,” I smirked, leaning over tapping her nose causing her to giggle. “Until then it’s fruit juice for you,” I hummed, reaching over and grabbing the plastic bottle from the mini fridge on the bar top before placing it in front of her.
“So boys, what’s your poison?” I asked, moving to grab Pops’ favorite mug. I didn’t need to ask him what he wanted, it was always black coffee.
“Just two beers please ma chérie my darling,” Charles said with a smile that made me feel weak at the knees. Thank fuck I was leaning against the bar otherwise I would have been a mess on the floor.
This was gonna be a long four weeks.
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What If? Jax Teller/OC Fanfic - Chapter 4.
Pairing: Jax Teller x OC
Rating: M (Cussing, ect. Just make sure you're 18+)
A/N: This was originally posted on my wattpad and Ff.net page, but I've decided to post it on here as well. I just want to apologize if it's not the best starting out. I didn't edit it before posting it on here. But, I promise you, my writing has improved, and you can see it in the newest chapters.
Summary: Andrea "Andy" Wintson hasn't seen her family in over a decade, so when Opie calls with a job offer, she jumps at the chance and moves on to Charming. After being reunited with her estranged family and welcomed into the extended family of rowdy bikers, she soon learns what they’re all about. What if their lifestyle scares her? What if it doesn’t? Exactly what kind of life will she have in Charming? Is family all she'll have, or is love on the horizon for her as her feelings for Jax Teller and his newborn son intensify? **Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Sons Of Anarchy. I only own my character, Andrea Winston.**
Chapter 4:
*Jax*
This morning was nothing more than a shit show. Agent Stahl of the A.T. F has hounded all Sam Crow women in an attempt to find dirt on the club. Fortunately, none of them have ratted us out, but Otto's old lady, Luann, and Half Sack's new girl, Cherry, are still in a holding cell. Fortunately, Cherry was not beneficial to them, as she was a recent addition to the SAMCRO family. So we figured Stahl would use Luann against Otto to get him to rat. So tonight, Unser would sneak Opie and me into the station to get a message to Luann to give to Otto, and of course check on Cherry.
I wish this shit would end with Abel in the NICU. Breaking into a jailhouse was just another added stress I didn't need. Thankfully, I know Andy is someone I can talk about my personal shit with, and I had Opie to talk through club shit with. Maybe tonight, after all is said and done, I should stop by St. Thomas and visit with Abel.
I smiled at my phone and noted Andy's response. Last night and this morning played in my head as if in a film. She was the only positive thing today, and the more I think about Andy, the more I feel a fluttering sensation in the pit of my stomach. Whenever I'm around her, I feel this connection that I couldn't remember feeling with anyone else. When I finally had her in my bed, that connection was amplified. I reckon I'm getting feelings for Andy, which scares me, as I'm no longer used to having relationships, just quick fucks.
Having been with many women in my life, I can easily say Andy was the best I've ever been with. Her attitude was not only intoxicating but also her body. On the plus side, she certainly knew how to do amazing things with her mouth and body.
"What's got you smiling, Jax?" my mom asks, stepping into my house with another box, suspicion all over her face.
I snapped out of my thoughts and put my phone in my pants pocket. "Nothing," I tell her as I take the box out of her arms, and her eyes land on my neck, noticing the mark Andy left.
"Got something to do with whoever left that mark on your neck?" She asks, arching her eyebrow. I swear this woman is sometimes a mind reader. I shake my head. "Who was it?"
"No, ma. And it was just some crow eater." I lie, knowing Andy is anything but a crow eater. My mom nods her head slowly.
"Mhm." she said, totally unconvinced by my answer, before wandering back to Abel's nursery.
"How much stuff is left to do around the house?" I ask, following her back, taking a quick look around.
"The dishes, floors, windows, bathroom, a few things. Why?" she asks, never looking up from her task.
"Want me to send the prospect over to help?" I ask, reaching for my phone.
"No. I'm gonna call Andy and see if she wants to help. Figure she would want to help since she is becoming fond of Abel." My mother says. "Plus, I want to spend some time with her; I like that girl." A slight genuine smile on her face tells me she’s not just saying that, but actually means it.
"That's good; at least you like someone." I joke. "And yeah, she visits him often. The other night, she and Ope’s kids were reading to him when I went to see him." I tell my mom, the smile on her face growing at my revelation, although I leave out the part that mostly when she visits, I'm with her.
"That girl works like a dog at the shop and still helps you guys and the club."
"Yeah, she does." I agree. I gotta do something nice for her, even if it's just a shitload of orgasms. She deserves it.
"That girl would make an impressive Ol' Lady." My mom pondered with a hint of hope in her voice as she looked at me. She's not as subtle as she thinks.
I nod my head. "Yeah, she would be." I agree, as my mom pulls out her phone to call someone, and she’s right, Andy would be the best type of old lady. She's already doing most of the things a worthy old lady does, minus the label or disclosure of club business.
"Hey Andy, how about you taking a day off at the shop and helping me get Jax's house finished for Abel's arrival?" She says into the phone. I picked up a onesie playing with the sleeve. My kid will wear this soon, and I'm not ready at all. "Alright, sweetie, I will see you soon. Bye-bye." She hangs up the phone, slipping it into her back pocket. "Clay needs you at the clubhouse, by the way." I nodded my head and put the onesie back down.
"Alright, I'll see you later, ma," I say, kissing her cheek before leaving the house and hopping on my bike. My phone dings in my pocket; I pull it out and realize it's a text from Andy. "I had Ope bring me a change of clothes if he asks; a crow eater threw up on me last night," I smirked and put my phone away, starting up my bike and making my way to the clubhouse.
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*Andrea*
I pulled up to Jax's house within 20 minutes of being summoned. That sounds dramatic, but that's what Gemma does; it's not asking, it's summoning. Gemma comes out and waves at me as I get off my bike and make my way to her. She pulls me into a hug. "Did you have a good time last night?" She asks, her hands on the tops of my arms, holding me in place.
I sigh, staring into her eyes. "Yeah, up until a crow eater threw up on me."
"Oh my, did you beat her ass?" Gemma asks questions as we make our way into the house.
"No, I was plastered last night. I couldn't see straight. I literally had to hold on to Jax for most of the night." I told her, hoping my lie was convincing enough.
"Mhm." She gives me a knowing look as she leans on the counter in the kitchen. "I have a question, Andrea, and I want you to be honest with me." Her tone turns more serious.
I arched an eyebrow at her. "Aren't I always honest?" I ask her, feeling a little offended.
"Yes, you are. Sorry. Anyway, you know that A.T. F agents are bothering the club? Has she made any contact with you?" She inquires as she lights a cigarette.
I lean against the counter next to her, crossing my arms across my chest. "No, why?"
"Because they're going after the Ol' Ladies and the families of the Club members, tryin' to get them to rat. They already have Luann and Cherry in custody." She tells me.
I chuckle. "Glad, I'm not an old lady then. And yeah, I may be Ope's cousin, but they won't find shit on me besides the domestic charge I got for beating the shit out of my dad. Even if that bitch brought me in for that, I wouldn't rat on the club. You all have taken me in and treated me like family. Yeah, they do shady shit, but that's not my business. I am a mechanic, not an outlaw." I responded honestly to her. She drapes an arm over my shoulder, pulling me in for a hug after stubbing out her cigarette.
"Honey, you are family. You witness fucked up shit daily working at T.M., and you say nothing. You go with the flow. I don't want you to be intimidated by that bitch."
"Gemma, it takes a lot to intimidate me. I deal with Opie, Piney, and Jax almost every day, and I don't take any of their shit." My statement causes Gemma to laugh.
"Honey, the reason Jax gives you shit is because he wants to get into your pants. I'm honestly surprised he hasn't gotten under your skin yet." She says, forcing my cheeks to burn. If only she knew what happened between us.
"Yeah, I know." That is all I could say before changing the subject. "So, what do you need help with?" I ask her, glancing around the house.
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I had just finished applying the last coat of paint in Abel's nursery when Gemma knocked on the door. I turn and see her smiling as she evaluates the room. "You did a wonderful job, Andy." She says, nodding approvingly.
"Thanks," I say, as I place the paintbrush on the tray. "I reckon I got more on myself than on the wall." I gesture to paint covered clothes. Gemma chuckles as she walks in.
"It's okay, you look adorable." She says. "I have to go. The club needs my help with something. Are you okay with putting the crib together yourself? I know it's getting late, but we are just about done!" Gemma beams. I giggled and nodded my head.
"Of course, Gem, anything for that little guy. You wouldn't mind if I worked all night here, would you? I don't feel like going home to listen to Opie and Donna bickering about the club." I shake my head, I’ve had a good day so far, and that's not the way I feel like ending it.
Gemma pulls me in for a hug, which I happily return. "You do whatever you want, honey. It's unnecessary to work all night. You can sleep, you know?" Gemma pulls away and holds me at arm's length as her phone rings. "Alright, I gotta go. Be safe and call if you need anything. I'll lock the door on my way out."
"Okay," I say as she walks out of the room, answering her phone. I pay no mind to the conversation and get back to work, determined to finish as much as possible for baby Abel and Jax.
-5 hours later-
Once I finish everything, I clean up and relax on the couch, watching TV. My phone rings, showing I have an incoming call. Realizing it was Jax, I happily answered. "Hey, sexy." I purr seductively into the phone.
Jax chuckles. "What are you doing?"
"Well, right now, I'm relaxing on your couch watching TV, since I spent the last five hours painting and cleaning your place," I told him. "You?"
"Getting ready to take care of some club business. Mom told me you were going to crash there tonight?" He asked. I instantly became nervous, because I never thought to ask him for the okay.
"I'm so sorry; I should have asked you instead of your mom." I apologize.
"Andy, don't apologize. I was calling to tell you I probably won't be back tonight. So be sure to lock all the doors and keep your gun at your side, just in case." Jax calmly said. I smile. That's so sweet of him. Jax has always been caring, but this is a new level of protectiveness. Maybe sleeping together has changed things.
"Jax, I'm not dumb. I know what to do." I say this as I hear Clay yelling in the background for Jax.
"I know. Just wanna make sure you're safe. Look, Andy, I have to go. I'll text you when I can; I'll see you tomorrow." He says with a sigh.
"Be careful! And don't let it slip to ANYONE about what happened last night, because Ope and Piney will have our asses." I remind him before ending the phone call.
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*Jax*
-9 p.m.-
Unser, Opie, and I were patiently waiting outside the police station. Soon, Tig, Piney, and Bobby would go through with their part of the plan and cause a bar fight that would draw the police away from the station long enough for us to talk to the girls.
"Dispatch is in a separate office. She won't hear us." Unser says from my side. "Get to the cells through the back door." I nodded as I glanced at Opie, who had been quiet and distant all evening.
"Ope?" I say. He looks at me with a blank expression. "You here, man?"
Nodding slowly, he says, "Yeah." Just then, the station doors opened, showing the first part of the plan was complete. "That's our cue." He says he didn't want to be part of the plan. What was his problem?
Once the cops jump into their cars and drive away, I make a decision. Opie didn't need to be part of this if his head wasn't in the game. "Stay here. Call if anyone shows up." He looked slightly offended.
"I thought you wanted me--" I cut him off, not in the mood.
"Just keep your eyes open, dude," I say before exiting the van. He's distracted, and that could cause a major fuck up we can't afford.
Unser and I make our way into the holding cells. I find Cherry and Luann and motion for them to keep quiet. "Holy shit." Cherry whispers.
Before unlocking Cherry's cell, I amble over to Luann, a nervous wreck. "What are you doing here?" Luann questions.
"We think the feds are pressing Otto," I answered.
"Something's going on. They're letting me see him tomorrow." She tells me.
"You gotta get a message to him. They're trying to use the RICO act against the club." I told her. "You gotta tell Otto he can't give them any info, all right? Nothing. No matter how small or old."
"Shit." Luann nods. "Okay, I'll tell him." I nod and walk over to Cherry.
"What are they asking you?"
"Jax, you gotta take me with you, man, please." She begs. I shake my head. Breaking someone out isn't on the agenda.
"I can't," I say.
Cherry groans in defeat as tears well up in her eyes. "That bitch wants to send me back to Nevada. I'm going to do hard time, like a hundred goddamn years. I can't do that—your mom's right. I'll rat if I stay in here. I'll rat! Come on! Please. Please take me with you." She pleads. What a whiny bitch.
"All right, shut up." I harshly tell her as I pull open the cell door. She quickly steps out. Well, breaking someone out wasn't on my to-do list, but I guess it just got added. "Come on. Come on." I had no other choice. We couldn't risk her ratting us out.
As we walk out, I say a quick goodbye to Luann, knowing she’s a reliable old lady, and knowing the message will be passed along means I can breathe easier for now. We make our way to Unser, and as soon as he sees me with Cherry, he flips. "What are you doing with her?" He demands, attempting to steer Cherry back towards the cells.
"We gotta take this one with us," I tell him as I walk away. "Put her in the van. I'm going to check your office, see what I can find."
I hear moans coming from Unser's office and slowly crack the door to notice Stahl sitting at the desk with her elbow on the table. At first, I thought she was fucking herself, and that would be bad enough. But then she leans back in the chair as Hale comes out from under the table. For the life of me, I don't know why he’d wanna go there. They both stand up as Stahl pulls at his belt and says, "Now it's my turn." Silently laughing, I close the door and leave.
Well, I found something, after all. Not at all what I expected, but Hale isn't as good as he thinks, and sleeping with a fed one that looks like her must be desperate. As I leave the station, I'm left with the question: do I tell Unser what I found or not?
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“hold on.” he said in that gruff voice of his, tossing his used cigarette to the ground.
you pressed your cheek against the back of his leather vest, it was warm against your skin, holding onto him but not squeezing.
the bike roared to life and you wrapped your arms tighter around his front, making him chuckle. “told you sweetheart.”
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