"I don't mind living in a man's world, as long as I can be a woman in it."
A hopeful new member with an affiliation to a neighbouring charter shows up in Charming, looking to get in with the infamous Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club. The only problem...
A valiant effort by SAMCRO yields favorable results in stopping Stahl's RICO case in its tracks, but the collateral damage sends a particular member's love life—along with other things—down the drain.
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"Cars are still out front..." Jax commented wearily from where he sat in the van with Opie and Unser, eyeing both Stahl's silver Volvo and Hale's wagon still parked in the lot across the street.
"Dispatch is in a separate office. If we get to the cells through the back door, she won't hear us." The Chief assured him.
Jax nodded, turning to be sure that Opie was on board, but instead of feeling reassurance when he saw his friend, what he felt was dread. His worried blue eyes cascaded over the same sight that he'd seen the day that they'd killed Hefner; Opie, trying his damnedest to hype himself up enough to be able to do what he was about to do.
"Ope?" He snapped his fingers in front of the bearded man's fallen face. "You here, man?" He asked firmly, unable to keep the frustration out of his voice when Opie couldn't even handle the non-violent job that he'd already had to pull strings to get him on.
"Yeah." Opie decided with a nod, trying to pull his head from his thoughts, and put it back into the game where it belonged.
"That's our cue." Unser nodded as the final squad car pulled out of the lot, sirens blaring.
"Stay here." Jax made a decision of his own, throwing the door open and exiting the driver's seat.
"I thought you wanted me to—"
"Just keep your eyes open, dude." Jax scoffed as he slammed the door. He wished that he could feel the relief that he'd so badly wanted to feel as Opie's reluctance become more apparent, but it was a reluctance that had come only days too late as the part of him that thought wishfully began to fade as he stepped into his role as VP, and the VP could see clear as day that the only thing that would ever be able to pull Opie away from the club, was death, and death would come quickly if he continued to try and live half in, half out. It had been Jax's job as a friend to try and pull him away, but now it was his job as VP to keep him close.
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Cherry paced back and forth in the tiny cell that she'd been placed in, tugging at her shirt and pulling at her hair as the anxiety consumed her. She was going to jail. She was actually going to jail, and with each minute that passed by, the more that reality set in, the more she realized that she wouldn't allow herself to accept that fate. Not after everything that she'd done not to have to accept it; the name change, the weeks she'd spent in sketchy motels until Indian Hills finally scooped her up, Kip. No. She couldn't let that happen...
