Gezana {Sons Of Anarchy} - Sinful Love.

9|~ Jail bait~|.

This is Keeya she will be an protagonist of This sequel series, she'll play Jaelyn Gezana first daughter second girlfriend, She'll play an huge role in how Jaelyn makes decisions for her future also especially with the crime she's been in.

I'm assuming you're here to shore up the details. I am. But, you know, it dawned on me. Once I hand over Tig, might be the end of these little chats. I'm gonna miss that. How so? Now that I handed over the coke to the Mayans, only thing I got left you want is Trager. You don't think I'm gonna come through on Charming Heights? No faith, son. I'm just following your business model. Uh-huh. Trust no one. What do you want? Some kind of letter of intent, locking down your interest and my needs. The maintenance contracts. And the subsidized housing for Opie's family. Plus SAMCRO's percentage for me bringing all the parties together. Relax. The deal is moving forward. The paperwork's already started. Then one more piece of paper doesn't make a difference, right? You're committing to Charming Heights; I'm committing to handing over a brother for you to m*rder. That sounds fair to me. I'm here all day with the lawyers. We could put something together. You get your piece of paper. Thank you. One for me and one for Hale? We got some business in Stockton this morning, but I should be able to break Tig away this afternoon. Has to be in Sanwa. He's gonna get skittish if I try to lead him to Oakland. We have a storage garage in Middle River. Private, rural. 2:00. I'll text you the info. We'll be there. Almost done, my friend. Yeah. Yes.
♪ Riding through this world ♪ ♪ All alone ♪ ♪ God takes your soul ♪ ♪ You're on your own ♪ ♪ The crow flies straight ♪ ♪ A perfect line ♪ ♪ On the devil's bed ♪ ♪ Until you die ♪ ♪ Gotta look this life ♪ ♪ In the eye ♪

CLAY: I'm leaving my tools. Tig and Chibs stole most of my shit anyway. GEMMA: Yeah. I'll let 'em know. Uh... Chucky, Tara's waiting for those car mats. Maybe you could go drop 'em off. CHUCKY: Absolument. CLAY: French? What happened to the rhymes? GEMMA: I threatened to auction his hands off on eBay. (chuckles) CLAY: Gaalan's all set for me-- 4:30, Wahewa barn. (sighs) GEMMA: My suitcase is in the car. CLAY: Thank you. It's gonna be a fresh start for us, Gem. I promise. GEMMA: Yeah. The honeymoon we never had. War-torn Belfast. Can't wait. All right now, go on. Get out of here. I got to get shit organized for two-fingered Pierre out there. CLAY: Uh, 3:00, my place? GEMMA: Yeah. MARGARET: Nerves and muscles are communicating normally. (Tara sighs) No permanent damage, Tara. Dr. Balian thinks you'll be operating within six months. TARA: That's amazing. I just didn't... expect this. MARGARET: I knew you'd heal. You're too good of a surgeon. There's a lot of people you still need to help. WENDY: Sorry to interrupt. TARA: Can you, um, forward these to Karen Dunhill? MARGARET: Sure. TARA: I tried to call you at work. WENDY: Yeah. I took a sick day. TARA: You okay? WENDY: You have no idea what happened to me last night, do you? TARA: What are you talking about? WENDY: Jax came to my house last night after Tig dropped me off. Told me to back off from his family... and threatened to tell my work that I came here looking for Abel, high and out of control. TARA: Well, that's not true. People here know... WENDY: - Well, unfortunately, a positive drug test might make it true 'cause he banged a speedball into my shoulder. (Tara exhales) TARA: Oh, my God. WENDY: Yeah. You should be horrified. TARA: I can't believe he would do that. WENDY: Believe it. The MC, this town, it k*ll all the shit you love. You need to get those boys away from here. TARA: I-I'm trying to set that up. WENDY: Trying is never gonna get you out. Go to Oregon now before something awful happens to you and your sons. And if you don't do it, I will, because I don't give a shit about custody! TARA: I'm getting out! I'm getting out. WENDY: Good. GEMMA: Is that for me? CHUCK: Tara. I dropped off the mats, and I found this on the front porch. Perishables. Adieu. _ (exhales) ANYA: Nero, they're pressing all of us. They trash my shop. They come in and they take whatever shit they want. And Dante says now we have to pay Triple Two for protection. I mean, we all knew you split. I mean, what the hell are we supposed to do, huh? NERO: Okay, I get it, Anya. I get it. I'm sorry I let that happen. I'm here now. Mm? And we're gonna handle Dante, mi vida. ARCADIO: And we'll make sure the street knows. NERO: Come on, guachale. ANYA: Gracias. JAX: We got a plan? NERO: Cut off the g*dd*mn head. Dante, he's running out of a rag warehouse, two blocks, the end of Palm. Fights are in progress. CHIBS: Is he there now? ARCADIO: Not sure. JAX: All right, check it out. Why don't you let the white boys go in, just a few fight fans. We'll see what we're dealing with. NERO: Yeah. Cool. BOBBY: How big's his crew? NERO: Like, 15. ARCADIO (scoffs): Been recruiting. Closer to 20. FIASCO: It's probably more, homes. NERO: Right now we got four other guys, plus your crew... No, that still leaves us a little light. JAX: Don't worry about that. I got the Cholo cavalry on the way. (dogs barking viciously, men shouting, loud music playing) (dog yelping in pain) Get him! Get him! (loud music, shouting continue) JAX: Take a look around. TIG: Yeah. (barking, shouting, loud music continue) (dog yelping in pain) (dog yelping in pain) (dog growling) (loud music continues, men shouting indistinctly) (dog whining) CHIBS: Jackie. TIG: Aw, you got to be kidding me. Hey! I will blow your g*dd*mn head off. Who the hell are you, man? Tig! Hey! Look at this shit, brother. Look at this. This is so wrong. JAX: That's not what we're doing here. TIG: Yeah. Yeah. Where is Dante? Where's Dante, you piece of shit? Thr-Through there, man. Uses one of the supply rooms as an office. CHIBS: Tiggy. Come on. JAX: All right, get out of here. TIG: Leave the dog. JAX: Go take him inside. Go tell Nero. Now. PHIL: Yes, sir.WOMAN: Of course. They can live with the case. To be safe... my love. Yes. Always. Is it ready? Take it. JAX: Put 'em down! Now! Now! BOBBY: Give it up! Now, Dante. - Okay. Now, on the floor! Don't move. Stay. They're here! Go get them! Change of plans. Come on. Go! Don't let 'em get out!
{Flaca's feelings for juice gives motive for her leader to kick her out}.
Your shit with him has gotten you all tucked up, we haven't even able to make any sales flaca. Your pulling hasn't made it any easier, we're supposed to be taking over, now it'll take longer for us to make the streets to bow before us. I can't anymore, I know what's coming for juice I whispered, he ain't tell me anything but I know... Jax is planning on something... something that'll involve juice being hurt I—— forget about him, focus on bringing us loyal customers from now on alright? Or my motive to kick you becomes reality Flaca.