the love that binds us, jax teller

"teller strong"

━━━━━━ JAX TELLER WAS SMIRKING at the cute girl on the cashier at the gas station.

"You know you can buy these by the case? It'd be a lot cheaper." Louise remarked, scanning the blue box of magnum condoms.

He gave a rough chuckle. "Nah. Box at a time keeps me humble. Get me a pack of smokes too, darlin'." His chin dipped towards the glass case behind the desk.

She used her key to unlock the box, her hands reaching for the brand he always purchased with no verbal guidance. Jax rounded the wooden bench where he threw down two white reaper zippo lighters.

As she manually entered the code for the cigarettes and scanned in the lighters, his eyes found a flat object in the plastic bag. The sound of ruffling caught her attention as he withdrew the children's book he had skimmed through when he walked in.

He thumbed through it again, this time throwing a broad smirk her way. 

Louise shrugged bashfully. "It was my favorite when I was little."

He kept the smirk on his face and said nothing as he reached into his back pocket to pull out his wallet.

A whoosh of flames and the bright orange glow caught the young girl's attention. "What the hell is that?"

Her incredulous tone caused Jax to glance up at her, following her gaze outside to the shooting flames and black smoke.

He stalked towards the door for a closer look, eyes blowing wide as he realized what he was looking at.

"Ah, shit!" Jax cursed.

He roughly pulled the door open, a bell chiming somewhere as he left his items behind him and Louise's gawking form.

The man hastened to load himself onto his bike, hauling ass the whole way to the clubhouse.

━━━━━━ JAX FOUND OUT THAT it was the club's warehouse that had been blown to shit.

Clay called emergency church after the explosion had been broadcasted all across the local news channels, a quick call to the police chief had let them know that the property was crawling with cops and firefighters and that it wasn't a good idea to go storming down there.

They all agreed that they would ride out in the morning to survey the damage for themselves.

Jackson was sure he had seen a gun or two thrown into the air from the blast, already having a good idea of what they would find when they got there.

The older members with old ladies and kids and shit had left directly after church to go on home, though most of the younger crew stayed at the club to have a few beers.

Jax took a hearty sip of his whiskey, a heavy body thunking against the bar top next to him.

"Jackie boy, don't you have a little minx waiting for you at home?" His good friend asked in a heavy accent native to Scotland.

The blond biker tossed the drunken man a suggestive smile. "I could be askin' you the same thing, Chibby."

Chibs chuckled. "Nah, she's workin' tonight. She'll be home tomorrow and I'll be riding out with you sorry lads instead of partaking in the welcome home that I'd planned to give her."