"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...
Jax finally steps up to the plate and neutralizes the threat that has unified his family, his brothers, and Sydney, as one. But in doing so he betrays the only blood that he's ever wanted to avenge; the blood the courses through his veins.
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"Jax!" Tara cried beneath the hand that was currently crushing her nose, tears streaming down her face as she heard the sound of the engine drowning out her desperate pleas. "No! Jax!"
"Shhh..." Kohn hissed as he pressed a floral-printed pillow over her face as he watched the door anxiously, half expecting Jax to burst back in even after the revving of the motorcycle had completely faded away. "Goodbye, Mr. Crow..." A grin lit up his face. Finally, she was his again.
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"These ones won't work?" Tig scowled as he held up one of Sydney's floppy white sneakers that he'd dug out of the massive pile of shoes in the bottom of her closet.
"Softer, sweetheart." Gemma shook her head. "She ain't gonna be walking any time soon, and she's gonna need room for the swelling. See if she's got any slippers."
"Slippers..." Tig blinked cluelessly. He knew that she had some, where she kept them, however, was another question...
Gemma chuckled as she walked over and placed her hand on his shoulder that she could feel was tensing by the second. "Check up in those boxes." She nodded to the top of the closet. "I'll look in the guest room... I have a feeling that she keeps her sensible footwear tucked away for special occasions." She snorted.
Tig managed to smile for a second until he found himself alone again, sighing as he reached up and pulled down a white 'JIMMY CHOO' shoebox that he could already tell was empty. He tossed the cardboard to the ground, reaching for next one; a light brown one that was scrawled with white cursive, reading 'Louboutin', which at least felt like it contained something that could've been slippers. He lifted off the lid, sighing once again when he realized that it was just another pair of black shoes with red soles, only these ones were scuffed, and looked much cheaper than the ones that she usually wore. He replaced the box, reaching for the last one; a much nicer, much bigger box that was encased in a soft red leather. He lifted the ribbon-enforced lid, his eyes lighting up as he realized what he had just discovered.
"Find anything?" Gemma's voice startled him from where he had been captivated by the contents of the box, almost spilling it as he struggled to regain his grip on the treasure chest.
"Uh, no." He blinked, trying to appear as inconspicuous as possible as he did his best to place the sacred box back exactly as he'd found it. He may not have found the slippers, but he'd found exactly what he'd needed.
