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[behindtheireyes]

Ren didn't know what to think as she pulled up in front of her old house, she hadn't been back since the night her father was killed and if it hadn't been for the call from a real estate agent about the bar she probably would never have come back at all. Twenty years was more than enough time for her old life to be nothing more than faded memories and she was very much okay with that.

Or she would have been if her adopted parents would stop telling her after all these years she was still exactly like her late father.

Slipping her helmet off Ren put it on the seat of her old Indian scout before looking around to make sure her bike would be okay for the few minutes she'd be in the house. Not seeing anything alarming she headed to the front door and let herself in not even bothering to close it behind her as she made her way to her dad's old office to find the paperwork she needed to sell the bar and house.

@salaciousneeds

[idefend-blog1]

‘ does that hurt? ‘

Patch Up The Broken Boy  | Meme Here  |  Accepting

           He can all but HEAR the smirk without even looking at her. There’s concern laced in, always is : somehow this perfect combination of SARCASM and genuine fear that color the brunette’s tone and make it damn near impossible to look at her. It’s too real, the shit that lies beneath the surface. In a life full of bullets and betrayal, THAT is what scares him. Knowing that this girl, strong and seemingly UNPHASED as she is, dreads the day the club returns a man short. The day they drink in his name and vow to make things “ RIGHT ”. She’s the only one smart enough to realize he isn’t interested in more blood being shed in his name. 

                         She isn’t his Old Lady. But she might as well be. 

           The only response she gets is little more than a grunt, though the corners of chapped lips turn up and his fingers twitch where they rest on his knees – if asked, he’d blame the sting of the alcohol against the open wound on his shoulder, but she’s biting her lip in the corner of his vision and FUCK, she knows. She always knows. Later, after she’s fucked the stress of the day from his system, she’ll call him out on it : bold and teasing and RIGHT. Big Bad Biker wanted to hold my hand, she’ll say, and he’ll act as though that voice isn’t the reason he continues to come home after every close-call. 

                                                          It is. 

[behindtheireyes]

When her agent said that Jax Teller agreed to meet her Kenzie had to admit that she'd been expecting something a bit different than a veggie stand off the highway but compared to some of the meetings she'd had this seemed almost normal. No explosions, guns, or any type of chaos was around her and for the first time she started wondering if this particular motorcycle club would actually work for her series.

Leaning against her rental car the red head checked the time on her phone for the tenth time in the past five minutes, this Teller guy was late and if he wasn't there in the next fifteen minutes her agent was going to have holy hell rain down on him for convincing her that she needed more photos for her show.

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