Fly By Night | Sons of Anarchy Fanfiction | Jax Teller x OC

Chapter Ten

The hallways of Sweet Productions were bustling. Filming was underway - in a few places, it seemed, but try as he might, Jax couldn't get a good look at any of the action. Apparently, they had pretty damn strict rules about who could be in the room and who couldn't, and everything was closed off so that a random bystander, much like himself, couldn't just peek in for the money shot.

And here he'd thought this partnership would have more fringe benefits.

He glanced at his vice president, who'd fallen into step beside him, before looking over his shoulder to find Tig trying, and failing, to turn the knobs on one of the doors that led to a set. The sick bastard couldn't just peek like a normal person, could he? Had to stick his nose in just about anything and everything he could.

"Yo, Tig," Jax called out to him lightly.

Tig's focus snapped back at the sound of his president's voice, and his shoulders fell in disappointment. No way he would look guilty - Jax was pretty sure he didn't feel he had anything to be guilty about. If anything, Tig was just sorry he'd gotten caught.

"We got business to take care of first," Jax told him with a grin. "After that, you can perv in on the action all you want. Just don't get caught."

A slow, slightly depraved grin crawled across Tig's face even as Bobby pulled him away. Yeah, he had a feeling it was probably best to keep Tig on a tight leash when he wasn't on the job around here. When he was on security detail rotation, Jax trusted him just as much as the next brother to keep his eyes and his hands to himself and do the job. Technically, they were on the job right now - but they were headed to a stuffy conference room, not patrolling the halls for any sign of Georgie Caruso.

On cue, Jax nodded to Juice as they passed, and Juice sent him a stoic nod in return. Juice stood straight, a little bit stiff even, and then he went back to work, heading down the hallway in the opposite direction to continue his patrol.

"You know," Opie muttered to him. "Between me and you, I'm kinda glad Lyla's gonna get away from all this for a while. Maybe it'll stick, you know?"

Jax clapped him on the shoulder with a grin. If he was in Ope's size 13s, he imagined he'd probably feel the same way. Sometimes, Jax wasn't really sure how Opie was able to move past it. Now, it was one thing to mess around with a porn star. It was another thing to fall in love with one and marry her, not to mention knock her up. At least Lyla had moved to girl-on-girl films only when she and Ope got serious, but the evidence of everything that had come before was on film. No escaping that, as Allie had so aptly reminded him at family dinner.

Luckily enough, Allie had also been able to help Lyla slide into writing, instead of acting - apparently, the actors' contracts allowed for such a thing in case of these very circumstances. Lyla was happy and even seemed excited by the change that still allowed her a role at the studio, just a different one. Jax couldn't blame Opie for hoping Lyla would decide she preferred this new role over her former one.

They meandered down the hallway, headed for the conference room Allie had given him directions to earlier, only slowing their steps when the club's lawyer materialized in the hallway. She tucked some dark hair behind her ear with a huff, resting a fist on her hips when their eyes locked. Even in her high heels, she was more pocket-sized than anything. And, he noted with a slow smile, she looked pissed. Really pissed.

Just the way he liked her.

"You're late," Allie called out to them, irritation flickering across her beautiful face. She crossed her arms over her chest, and he half-expected her to start tapping one of her high heels impatiently.

He slipped his prepay from his cut, glancing at the time with a shrug. "It's 4:06."

"Yes," Allie replied tightly. "And I said to be here by 3:45."