the love that binds us, jax teller

"love on the brain"

━━━━━━ JAX LOOKED UP FROM THE metal part he was was using a blow torch to heat.

Bobby was rolling in the lot on his bike, breaking to a stop in front of the open garage doors, a large hand brandishing a brown paper sack. "Got the good shit." he informed.

The club members eagerly filed after the hefty treasurer, waiting to dive after the goodies.

"There we go, boys." Bobby emptied the bag on the table in front of Piney, who reached for the first one.

"Oh, these muffins are great with tequila, Bobby." The old man said, taking a nibble of the pastry.

"Shit's addictive!" Chibs added enthusiastically. "They're turnin' me into a fat bastard!"

"You sure that ain't your old lady's cooking?" Opie quipped.

"Hey now," Chibs countered as the guys broke out in chuckles. "She keeps my belly full, and I return the favor."

Jax grinned madly as a few of the guys whooped at the admission as Bobby clamped a hand down on the scot's shoulder.

"Turbinado sugar, organic flour, no processed shit. Not that any of you give a damn." Bobby listed before accepting the shot of tequila Piney slid him.

"You put hash in 'em?" Jax asked, taking a muffin of his own.

Bobby tsked at the blonde. "You know my rule. No bud before nine am."

Jax screwed up his face as he chewed. "I don't have that rule."

"Princess agrees with me." The grizzled man chuckled.

"She ain't gotta know shit."

"The girl's got eyes and ears everywhere, man." Opie relayed to his best friend. "She'll find out."

"Not if you don't tell her," the vice president spit out towards him with a smirk.

"Mornin', kids." Both Clay and Tig strolled in. The president in a much better mood than the day's past. "The deal with the Niner's..." the man slammed the black leather bowling bag on the table. "...has officially closed."

The white haired man fished through the bag, swatting at the scottish man's hand that had began to pry open the bag eagerly. He pulled out a thick stack of faded envelopes. "Spoke to Laroy. He is giddy about his new assault rifles."

"Like how we're all about racial harmony," The accented man said as he joyously accepted his own cut of the money.

"Spend it wisely, boys." Clay advised, passing out the rest of the stack. "It might be awhile before we see some gun green."

"I love the green!" Chibs sung. "All about the Benjamin's!"

The head tatted son walked in the clubhouse. "Hey."

The man all looked over at Juice's forlorn tone, noticing the less than pleased look on his face. "I just got an update from city hall snitch. Looks like Hale's got a warrant to search our warehouse."

Jax looked up from the stack of bills he was counting in his hands. An improbable look shadowing his scruffy face.

Clay grunted from his seat, looking far older than he actually was.