Jax's pov
I drop Lizzy off a street away from the motel and get a call from Opie.
"Hey man, can you come over to my place?"
"Somethin' happen?"
"Not sure; I just need to talk to you."
"Ok I'll be right over."
I get on my bike and arrive at Ope's door within 10 minutes.I knock and Donna lets me in.
"You know what happened?"
"It's Piney again. He won't tell me but I know for sure. This club is tearing my family apart and I'm helpless...just like last time. All this club does is hurt us."
"You know that's not true, we love you and the kids; the club is a big part of him, he could never walk away from it; it would break his heart...Where is he?"
Donna throws me a resentful look "In the backyard."
I mouth to her an "I'm sorry." and exit through the back door.
"What's up?"
"Pop got in a fight with Clay again over some stupid shit about the gun business and now he wants to go nomad."
"What? When?"
"This morning. I just found out one hour ago."
"Stupid old pricks. Piney should've brought up what was bothering him to the table during church not in fucking private."
"Yeah, I know."
"Where is he now?"
"At the cabin. I called him but it's going straight to voicemail. He doesn't want to talk to me."
"I'll go talk to him. Call you once I find out what went down between them."
"Thanks man, I appreciate it."
"No problem."
When I get to the cabin I spot Piney's bike. He's still here. I knock and hear clattering from inside, then the door opens and I have a shotgun pointed to my face."
"God Piney, what the fuck?!"
"What do you want?"
"I just want to talk. You going nomad?!"
"That's none of your business."
"You know it is. Leave the fucking shotgun down."
He frowns at me and leaves towards the kitchen, letting me come in.
"So what happened?"
He sits down, breathing havily. He's in worse shape every day.
"This isn't how it's supposed to be. Your old man never wanted this shit, he wanted to get us out of guns."
"I know. And I'm trying to do the same, but I can't do it with Clay holding the gavel, and I for sure can't do shit without you."
"I've had enough. I'm old, tired and bitter. I hate Clay and can't be part of this charter anymore. I don't want to live my last years being angry."
"And where would you go?"
"I don't know...anywhere else."
"And just leave Ope on his own?"
He looks at me and rolls his eyes.
"Opie has his own family. Donna will be there for him."
"Donna wants him to get out of the club. She doesn't want to get involved. And she has the right to after having had her husband in jail for 5 years."
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Ride (Or Die) Lana Del Rey X Jax Teller
Romance"I was in the winter of my life And the men I met along the road were my only summer At night I fell asleep with visions of myself dancing and laughing and crying with them I was a singer Not a very popular one I once had dreams of becoming a beauti...
