Blue Angel

Mangled Truths

The half smoked cigarette tumbled across the pavement of the driveway, sinders bouncing as the cherry fell from the filter just before being crushed under the toe of the trademark Nikes. Jax and Happy strode confidently across the yard of the house he now occupied part time with Scarlet and his young son, Abel. He couldn't deny it was nice to be back under that roof, even if the goddamn place was tainted with more shit that he wished to recall. Sometimes he wondered if it was a magnet for misery but it was still his home. At least away from TM.

"Need me to call the others, boss? Have 'em meet us?" Happy questioned as he reached his bike, swinging a leg over the leather saddle.

"Nah, quick ride to TM. Gather 'em while we wait for Chibs. Fucker better not plug up my shitter neither." Jax chuckled as he did the same as Hap, lifting his leg over the seat before plopping his ass in it.

"Fun job for the Prospect, man." Happy's eerie chuckle echoed across to the MC Prez as both men positioned their helmets securely on their heads.

"Be a shitty job, but someone's gotta do it. No pun of course." With a cocky smirk Jax flipped up the kickstand as he turned the ignition, bringing one of his most prized possessions to life. Without another word, just a nod towards his brother he pulled away from the house, leaving Chibs behind with his ol' lady.

Rolling up to the gates of TM Jax waited for the two knucklehead Prospects to push them open. Why, he wondered, were the fuckin gates closed in the middle of the goddamn day when they obviously weren't in lockdown mode or closed. Made him wonder sometimes about the idiots that prospected for the club. Luckily only the ones with head smarts and enough balls made the cut. Giving a sideways glance to the tall, lanky son of a bitch as he drove past, Jax made mental notes to give that one a closer watch. After Hap rolled through, the gate began to move closed once again, causing Jax to lower his feet to the ground and give out a yell.

"Leave that fuckin' thing open shithead. We're tryin' to run a fuckin' business here." Lowering his eyes, the kid that was barely twenty looked away from the biker president, stiffening his stance. Yeah, the kid sure didn't have a head on his shoulders. Finding the right guys was a hard gig; most just wanted the leather for the partying and the pussy. The right ones made the cut, the wrong ones usually cried when they realized they didn't have enough balls to wear the SAMCRO rocker.

Backing his bike in against the railing in the center of the parking lot, Jax quickly took inventory of who was already there. Tig, Bobby, Juice, Rat. Even Quinn and Montez were there. Only one missing was Chibs and he hoped he'd be along soon. They had another scheduled meet with O'Shay and as much as Jax would prefer to skip that 'friendly gathering' he knew it was something that needed to happen if he wanted to keep shit off his doorstep. Luckily they had a little time to kill.

Jax made his normal stride across the lot, arms swinging as he caught sight of two blondes exiting the clubhouse door. Fresh meat, he thought, as he eyed them up, giving them a pompous brow waggle causing them to giggle. Yeah, definitely virgins to the croeater scene. Just as his brain began to file them away for future inventory he recalled he was now, once again, a taken man. That shit didn't happen in Charming, not when you had an ol' lady. At least not if you wanted to keep your cock and not have it detached from your body and rammed up your own ass. At least that's what Jax considered could happen if Scarlet ever found out that kind of pertinent information. He knew the things that woman was capable of, and he truly liked his dick where it was.

Just as his hand reached out for the handle of the door, the blare of sirens ripped through the air, causing his brows to furrow as the San Joaquin sheriff pulled up along the side of the building. Althea Jarry, the new head honcho in town and continuously riding his ass about bullshit. He couldn't help but wonder what the fuck she was coming in TM with guns a blazing for. Shit had been quiet, hell in the eyes of most people they were perfect law abiding citizens lately. The MC king couldn't help but roll his eyes as Jarry stepped out of the car, followed by a few of her deputies. Seemed they were coming full force for some fucked up reason.