"The biggest war you'll fight is the one on the inside... Who you are now versus who you coulda fuckin' been."
Jax spat that at me over warm beers in the chapel, back when he still looked like the golden boy JT dreamed up. Cousin or not, I idolized the bastard. Watched him morph from reaper prince to king of his own hell, chasing ghosts, dealing cartel death, wrapping that kutte around every wrong choice. No excuses. He became the monster he ran from. Wrapped his bike around a truck and left Abel and Thomas to untangle the mess.
Me? I'm no saint. Fucked up plenty, loyalty oaths broken, blood on my hands, nights blurring in the clubhouse haze. But I clawed to the end of my road. Became her. Jax never did.
Jaycee Teller. Daughter of Nancy, JT's wild little sister, both long dust, but their poison veins pump through me and Jax. A reaper web, sticky with betrayal, snaring anyone dumb enough to ride it.
Hurt and backstabs? They don't fade, they steer you if you let 'em. Can't outrun Charming's shadows forging ahead. So rewind to my reset. Not JT's crash, not Jax's blaze-out. The morning I dragged my ass back to the clubhouse, two men in my orbit, one ink and leather, one clean suit hiding cartel teeth, offering paths to stitch this family Frankenstein back together.
My story starts there.
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FanficStarts S7 Ron Tully/OFC/Juice Ortiz Jaycee has been known to bring the most powerful men in crime to their knees. What happens when she and a certain afro Latino melt the heart of an AB shot caller to his with little effort? Will he be able to carry...
