"I don't mind living in a man's world, as long as I can be a woman in it."
A hopeful new member with an affiliation to a neighbouring charter shows up in Charming, looking to get in with the infamous Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club. The only problem...
The deadly triple threat continues to sweep through Charming, missing yet another crucial target as their first one scrambles to patch up the collateral damage.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
General trigger warnings for this story: Language, smut, mentions of rape, abuse, drug use/overdose, violence/death, racism/gang activity.
Be sure to follow aravenamongcrows on Tumblr (ask & submissions are open), and m.s.alexis on Instagram (tracking #aravenamongcrows), for exclusive photos, updates, and more!
♕
"Are you kidding me? These guys are a joke!" Darby finished off his glass of milk as Andy whined about a rerun of an old fight that was playing on the box TV. "Is it just me? Or are they horrible?" He threw his hand out incredulously.
Darby rolled his eyes, pushing the dark-haired woman out of his lap as he waltzed into the kitchen for a refill. He twisted the cap off of the milk jug, replenishing his glass when he was startled by the sound of the door being kicked in, watching Andy go down as the sound of gunfire overtook the commotion. He dropped to the tiles beneath his feet, scrambling into the open pantry as he listened to the screaming of the two women that he'd bought for the night, reaching for the gun that was on the shelf above him as two more bodies hit the floor.
"Watch my back!" One of the intruders yelled, heading his way.
His brow creased when he heard the footsteps stop halfway, peeking around the doorway quickly where whoever the intruder was had stopped at his kitchen table, rifling through the contents of the manilla envelope. The envelope that only Alvarez had known about.
"Yo, we got it!" The gunman turned to his partner who was waiting by the front door, holding up their prize before his triumph faded as he looked down at the man that they'd killed.
"Let's go! Esai's waiting!" The shorter man looked out the open door at their getaway driver who was motioning for them to hurry. "What's the matter, man?"
"I- I'm not sure it's the right dude..." He shook his head.
"We gotta split, dog. Let's go!"
"Goddamn... It's gotta be." He shook his head before taking off after his partner.
Darby stood slowly once he heard the sound of squealing tires, stepping out into the chaotic scene where he began assessing the damage; a destroyed living room, three dead bodies, and one traitor.
♕
Jax bolted through the metal door as soon as they pulled up outside of Devon's Irish Pub, Juice, Opie, Chibs, and Half-Sack in tow. Even though Clay's phone call had warned him of exactly what he would be walking in to, he hadn't at all been prepared for the reality that hit him when he saw Sydney laying wounded on the bloodied floor, two dead Mayans, and a bar that had been blown to shit.
