Jax Teller Imagines

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"I'll be right back Darlin'" Jax says as he kissed your forehead before meeting up with the boys for church. You smile, watching him walk into the room before he closes the door behind him.

You were sitting at the clubhouse bar with a few crow eaters, Lyla, and girlfriends of the boys, just having a good time. You take a sip of your cold beer,  listening to Lyla talk about wierd experiences with past relationships. You watch the group of girls, some are so into the conversation while others wait for Lyla to breath between words.

Suddenly, there's a loud slam from the clubhouse front door, Lyla stops talking and everyone turns to the noise. In walks a blonde woman, one you had met weeks before. She struts in, keeping her eyes on you before she speaks.

"Where's Jax?"

"Who do you think you are?" Lyla asks while placing her hands on her hips.

"Names Ima Tite, But you can call me Jax's girl." She smirks, causing you to roll your eyes. "Now, where's Jax?"

"None of your business." You reply calmly taking another sip of your beer, "If you don't want trouble-"

"Honey I like trouble, hence why I like him." She replies cutting you off.

"Yeah? Well he doesn't like you!" One of the girls exclaims.

"Hmph. We'll see about that!"

She made your blood boil, and she knew it! All it took was one more snarky remark and you'd be jumping over the table to her.

"Well bitch, where is he?" Annoyance laid itself on Ima's face.

"Alright thats it!" You stand up, slamming your hands on the table top, "get out!"

"I don't take orders from you!" She sneered.

"Sweetheart, if you can't take orders from her, there's no way you'll be taking orders from Jax." Lyla counters.

"Get. Out!" You walk behind Lyla's chair, only a few feet from the she devil.

"Or what?" Ima smirks, "you gonna need your biker boys to help you?" She pouts.

"That's it!"

You lunge at her, tossing her to the ground. There's a loud thud as you both tumble to the floor. You wrestle before slamming your balled up fist into her face. Ima screams in pain, but you don't hesitate for a second. A sticky red substance leaks from Ima's nose, as her eye begins to swell.

"What the hell is going on here?!"

You freeze, turning around to see steam escaping from Clays ears as he stands in the doorway, the boys peering around him. Jax, leaning against the door with a huge smirk on his face.

"She was just leaving-"

"Clearly!" Clay grumbles. He raises his hand in the air, using his index and middle finger to motion someone forward before he continues, "Hap! Get her out of here!"

Happy nods, moving towards Ima helping her up from the floor. "It's time for you to go."

You watch as they head towards the door when you feel a hand land on your shoulder.

"What was that about?" Jax asks, watching them leave.

"Showing that bitch that I don't need SAMCRO to fight my battles." You reply crossing your arms across your chest. He chuckles.

"That's my girl!"