Anarchy~Jax Teller

0.7

There is a house in New Orleans

They call the rising sun

 And its been the ruins of many a poor boy

 And god I know Im one

My mother was a tailor 

She sewed my new blue jeans

My father was a gamblin man

Way down in New Orleans 

Now the only thing a gambler needs

Is a suitcase and a trunk

~House of the rising sun by the animals 

"Fuck Fuck fuck" Ace chanted the word like a pray as she slipped on her jeans. The woman had woken up to a cold bed and the feeling of dread in her stomach and an arm wrapped around her waist. She had slept with Jax Teller Prince of Charming. Her stomach twist she was another notched on his long-twisted belt. Pulling free and old beaten burner phone Ace dialed a number she hadn't in years. Jax barely moved as the phone rang. He laid sprayed on the bed searching for her warmth. 

"Can you come get me?" The words flowed through her lips before the other line had a chance to speak.

"Where are you" Smiling Ace gave the address before rushing to slip her shirt on.

"I'm close by be ready in five" Ace quickly ended the call thanking god above that she would make a quick getaway. Shoving her cigarettes in her purse Ace quickly left the club house ignoring Tig's calls.

"Hey, I'm looking for a small demon like thing" The deep voice caught Ace's attention as she walked down the dusty highway.

"Yeah, well she is related to goat looking thing not pretty at all" Ace say whipping around a smile on her lips as she scans over him. Colt Winchester stood in all his glory leaning against and old Chevy impala. 

"Ouch and I question why I'm here again?" he asks as Ace crosses the road her black leather jacket slung over her shoulder.

"Because I'm your little sister and you love me" she tells him her lips dry from the humid air.

"Get in loser were gonna have a nice sibling day" Colt tells her earning a dry look.

"Hmm last "sibling day" we had we ended up locked up" she tells him marching over to the side of the car swinging the door open.

"Gentle damn what did Sheila do to you?" Colt asks rubbing the car's hood affectionately.

"She stole my brother" Ace tells him mockingly making Colt snort.

"Sooo in all realty I need help with a job" Colt tells her driving at least 90. Ace huffs turning down the music so she can glare at her brother without wanting to sing the song.

"EVERY TIME" Ace shouts making Colt sputter in protest.

"You don't even know if were gonna go to jail" he protests avoiding her eyes. Huffing Ace leans back muttering a fine knowing damn well she always has fun helping her brother. Pulling into an old bar Colt throws Ace a dopey smile.

"You ready?" nodding excitedly Ace turns to her brother waiting for instructions.

"One of the guys are locked up in this county he'd rather run than do the time so we have to get the cops out the jail so my guys can go in" he tells her watching her excitement grow.

"Riot bar fight" Ace sums up making Colt grin.

"Riot bar fight" He agrees making her squeal. Oh, did she love helping her brother.

Ace and colt walk side by side a smirk on their lips as the swing the door open. Ace headed towards the bar as Colt took a booth waiting for Ace to make her move.

"He big boy" A seductive voice slithered from her tongue. A built man smirks at the girl as she gives him a flirtatious smile. Colt stands as the man wraps an arm around Ace pulling her close.

"AYE HANDS OFF 'ER" Faking a slur Colt shoves the man into a table making him topple over a group of tatted men. Ace smirked before turning towards Colt tossing the man's drink at him before kicking him knocking Colt over. The violence seemed to follow her actions making a full riot break out. Ace laughs as Colt jumps towards a group of fighting men. The woman soon followed enjoying the fight not knowing of the inter worry in Jax teller's mind at that moment. Nor did she know that the sons of Anarchy were out of their minds in worry trying to look for her.