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Captured

Request from @crystalbaby12 for a Jax x Reader using the following prompts:

#13 - “Looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”

#88 - “After everything…I’d still choose you.” - A/N - I left this one out as I didn’t know how to put it in. Hope that’s okay!

Originally posted by psicomana

“I can’t believe this shit.” you curse, pulling at the restraints on your wrist. Swearing loudly, you kick over a stool near your feet, the wooden chair smacking against the floor. You listen, waiting to see if your detainers come to see what the noise is about, but everything remains silent.

“I’m gonna rip his fucking heart out as soon as we get out of here.” Jax snarls from behind you, his back pressed up against the opposite side of the pillar. Even though you can’t see his face, you know his forehead is scrunched up in anger, the way it always does.

“If we get out of here.” you correct him, resting your head against the immovable post. “I dunno about you, but it looks like we’re gonna be stuck here for a while.”

“Now ain’t the time to talk smart.” he snaps, referring to your sarcastic tone. You roll your eyes, huffing in annoyance yet keeping your thoughts to yourself.

Minutes later, Jax sighs loudly, the silence broken by his now softened voice. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” you reply quietly, not knowing how much longer you’re going to be able to last, your back stiff and stomach rumbling from being kept hostage for well over a day now. “You think they know where we are?”

“I dunno, but we better hope they do.” You close your eyes, his response truthful yet lacking the hope you’re aching to hear. “Unless the club can somehow come up with half a mil in two days, we’re fucked.”

“Wow, great pep talk. I can see why they chose you for president.” you say, rolling your eyes. Jax brushes his hands up against your own, his restraints stopping him from holding your hand in his own.

“I’m gonna get you out of this, (Y/N).” he replies, determination in his tone. Tears prick at your eyes, heart heavy with panic, body heavy with fatigue. “I’ll never let anybody hurt you.”

“Bang up job you’re doing.” you sniff, your nose tingling as your vision turns misty, defeated tears falling down your cheeks. “I forgot, only you’re allowed to hurt me, yeah?”

You know it’s a low blow, the past between you and Jax still raw even though it’s been a good six months since you found out he was sleeping with Colette behind your back.

“You really wanna do this now?” he questions, his voice surprisingly calm, as if he knows you’re on the edge.

“What better time, Jax?” Your voice cracks as you say his name, frustration thick in your veins as you try to hold yourself together. “Might not get the chance after he slits our throats.”

“Jesus Christ!” He tugs at his restraints mercilessly, the pain in your voice like nails on a chalkboard, his skin crawling with red hot fury. You flinch as he shouts, more tears escaping from your eyes.

He remains silent for what feels like forever, the tension level high as you try to face the fact that you might not make it out of here alive.

Your head pounds as you cry silently, unable to bear the thought of never seeing your family again, or never seeing the club again.

“I argued with Tig before we got picked up.“ you start, your throat thick with emotion, the lump refusing to budge no matter how many times you swallow. “What if he blames himself?”

“Fucking stop it, (Y/N).” he warns, defiance in his words. “We’re not gonna die here.”

“How can you be so sure?” you argue, your bubble of hope completely deflated, your mind screaming at you to be realistic. “We live in the life, Jax. This sort of shit happens all the time.”

“Not to us, alright? This isn’t how it’s gonna end for you, (Y/N).“ Shaking your head, you wish his words could cut through the negativity in your brain. “I promise I’ll get you home safe.”

“Okay.” you agree falsely, tired of the same empty promises.

You feel yourself being shaken awake, the throbbing in your skull the first thing you feel once you begin to stir. Blurry vision focuses on Jax, a worried expression on his face as he studies you. “Shit, I thought you weren’t going to wake up.”

“What happened?” you ask groggily, your throat dry due to the lack of fluids. Taking in your surroundings, your eyes widen in horror as you spot the bleeding body near the door. “Oh my god.”

“Hey.” he calls, his cold hands cradling your face as he tries to direct your attention back to him. “It had to be done. Once I cut loose, it was either me or him.”

You know it’s true, though it doesn’t make it any less horrifying. Nodding, you try to blink away the black spots dotting your vision, cold sweats creeping up your body as you try to remain calm.

“Jax, I don’t feel right.” you complain, nausea sweeping over you in waves. Jax presses the back of his hand to your forehead, his icy touch bringing you temporarily relief. “I think I’m gonna pass out.”

You can barely hear him talk, his words muffled as a loud piercing sounds in your ears, beads of perspiration dripping from your neck down to your back. No matter how much you try to fight it, you feel yourself slump to the side, reality slipping from you as you lose consciousness.

The unmistakeable fumes of disinfectant fill your nostrils as your eyes flutter open, a white ceiling greeting you as you do so. A hiss escapes from your lips as you shift, the hefty needle hanging out of your arm being the cause. “Welcome back, sleeping beauty.”

You turn your head to the side, a smile slipping onto your lips at the sight of Gemma. “Gem.”

“I’m so glad you’re alright, sweetheart.” she mumurs, standing to place a loving kiss upon your forehead. The simple gesture brings tears to your eyes, relief flooding though you at the realisation that you’re back where you belong.

“Where’s Jax? Is he okay?” you ask, a million and one questions sitting on the end of your tongue. Gemma smiles knowingly, before nodding, a heavy breath leaving your lips.

“He’s been worried sick.” she says, squeezing your shoulder comfortingly. “I’ll send him in.”

A minute or so later, Jax slips into the room, your heart skipping a beat at the sight of him. His eyes look tired, though they spark once they land on you, his skin looking a little less pale. “How you feeling?”

“Alright, considering.” you respond quietly, pushing yourself to sit up as Jax sits on the side of your bed. “How long have I been out?”

“Couple hours. You scared the shit out of me.” he admits, running his fingers over his beard. You reach up bravely, taking his hand within your own, squeezing lightly.

“Thank you for keeping your promise.” He’s taken aback by your actions, not expecting you to greet him with such warmth. “I shouldn’t have doubted you.”

“I’m sorry I gave you a reason to.” he says, his eyes flickering to your lips before he clears his throat, pulling away. Leaning down, he places his lips upon your forehead, lingering for a few seconds. “I’ll leave you to rest.“

You wrap your hand around his wrist, stopping him from exiting. “Will you come back later?”

“You want me to?” You nod shyly, unsure where you stand with him. He raises his brow in surprise, before a small smirk appears on his face. “Then I’ll see you later.”

“Alright.” you reply lamely, a hopeful flutter in your chest that maybe you can work past the hurt, and maybe there is a silver lining to this situation after all.

A/N - Ahhhhh I’m really not sure how I feel about the ending of this but hopefully you guys like it! Thank you for being so patient, and thank you for reading❤ let me know what you think!!

Eavesdropping

A/N: Drabble request for anon. Reader is talking on the phone with a friend who’s not involved with the club, and she brags about her boyfriend Jax, who overhears the conversation. I’m sorry it took so long, I hope you like it, lovely!

The night before had been hectic, getting up a few times with Abel so Jax could sleep. You’d offered to watch the baby while Jax went to the clubhouse, and after finally getting Abel to nap, you’d drifted off on the couch.
Your phone had woken you up from your sleep. It was your close friend Lynnie, and for the umpteenth time that week, she’d called to ask you when she was going to meet the mysterious new boyfriend you’d acquired.
You’d come to Charming from Sacramento, to meet your dad, Bobby, in turn meeting Jax. 
Lynnie still lived out in Sacramento, and hadn’t had time with her busy work schedule to come and visit you, but demanded updates of your life.
You’d been seeing Jax for a few months now, but with him being in the Sons of Anarchy, and all the danger surrounding the club, you wanted to make sure this was a sure thing before involving anyone outside of the club that could get caught in the crosshairs of club business.
“You can’t keep this a secret from me! I’m your best friend! What’s wrong with him?” Lynnie whined down the phone.
“Nothing is wrong with him! It’s just complicated.”
You sat up on the couch, rubbing your eyes. An interrogation was the last thing you wanted.
“Has he got warts? Is he a spy and you can’t talk about him otherwise he’ll have to kill you? Does he even exist?”
“LYNNIE!” You barked down the phone.
You stopped dead, listening to see if you’d woken Abel.
“Well at least describe him for me, I’m dying here!”
Sighing heavily, you closed your eyes, leaning back into the cushions. You set the phone on speaker, resting it on your chest as you reclined back.
“He’s tall, got this medium length blond hair and blue eyes-”
“So he’s a sexy surfer, cowabunga dude, continue.”
You didn’t correct her, the less she knew, he better.
“He’s taller than me, a mechanic.”
“Yeah, yeah, cool, he has a job, what are his defining qualities? And by that, I mean what’s he like in the sack?”
You couldn’t help but chuckle. Lynnie was never one for beating around the bush.
“He’s got a shit-eating grin that makes your legs quake and your panties drop.”
“Nooooow we’re gettin’ somewhere.” Lynnie cooed down the line.
You paused, thinking you heard something, but figured it was just Abel moving in the crib.
“Alright, fine.”
You stopped talking for a moment, unable to stop yourself recalling the last time you and Jax had sex. Gemma wanted to babysit, and you’d both jumped at the chance to have an evening alone. And then you’d jumped each other.
“The sex is incredible. He’s… blessed in that department, both in size and talent.”
Someone cleared their throat, and you sat upright, turning and seeing Jax leaning against the wall coming out of the hallway, that panty-dropping smile plastered on his face.
Lynnie was still talking, not realising that they had an eavesdropper.
“Gotta go.” You snapped the phone shut, feeling your face burn through every shade of red.
“When did you get in?”
“While you were napping. I went into check on Abel, then I heard you talking and thought I would see what my lady really thinks about me.” He replied.
Jax pushed himself up from the wall, still grinning, walking around the couch and sitting himself next to you.
“’Blessed’, huh?”
You rolled your eyes at him.
“Like you needed an ego inflation.”
“No, no, don’t get all flustered on my behalf, darlin’. Keep going.”
Jax pulled your legs over his and leaned in, running his hand up and over your thigh, leaving a trail of kisses up your neck.
You groaned, enjoying the attention, when all of a sudden it stopped.
“What are you doing?” You asked.
“You keep going, I keep going.” Jax replied.
You gave him a pointed look, and he shrugged, smirking, resting against the back of the couch. He traced circles over your leg, waiting for you to give in.
You sighed, not wanting to risk him withholding sex.
“Well, you’re very sweet. You always know how to make me feel safe, how to make me feel loved.”
“That’s a good start, I’m definitely a sweetheart.” He mumbled as he nuzzled and kissed your neck.
“Incredibly humble.”
He chuckled, nipping your skin lightly.
“The way you bite your lip, makes me wanna bite it too. And the way you walk around, especially when you’re not wearing a shirt… ah.”
You let out a slight moan as Jax kissed the sweet spot just behind you ear, his hand cradling your cheek.
“And when you’re up against me, and I can feel… every… part… Jax…”
Jax had pushed you back into the couch, kissing you as you started to lose focus, both your hands wandering over each other’s bodies.
You took it that you’d complimented him enough, said a silent prayer that Abel would keep sleeping before giving yourself over completely to Jax.

Til My Last Breath

Requested by an Anon: Can you do one where the reader gets jax’s name on her since they are married and his reaction? something like that plus some loving fluff? ❤️❤️❤️

“Hap, I really appreciate you doing this.” I closed my eyes at the hum of the tattoo gun. Trying to relax and keep my mind off the pain.

 “I told you I was the only one allowed to ink you. “  His voice was gruff  making me smile. His tough demeanor struck fear into most but I knew he was a giant softie underneath it all.

 “Lucky for me you were available, I would have hated to have a stranger doing this!” I giggled when I heard him growl.

 “How would your old man feel about that? Not sure he’d be thrilled with me seeing this much of you!”

 “It’s my rib cage….it’s not like it’s my whole tit. Geez, you bikers are such prudes!”

 “I’m done!” Happy helped me set up, and let me see his work. I held the sheet to my chest, as I climbed off the kitchen table. I walked into the bedroom, looking in the mirror, smiling at the finished work. Grabbing one of Jax’s shirt, I made my way into the kitchen, Happy was cleaning up his supplies.

 “It’s beautiful, thanks Hap!” He finished up with the after care. I slipped on a button up shirt as I walked him to the door.  I hugged him, before he mounted his bike and rode off. I watched him ride off, leaning against the porch railing, I couldn’t wait to show Jax.

 Going back into the house, I headed back to the kitchen to make Jax’s favorite dinner. The slamming of the front door, startled me. I stepped out of the kitchen into the hall. I smiled seeing Jax standing in the hall.

 “Baby, you’re home early.” I walked up to him throwing my arms around him.

 He pushed me away from him, his hands framing my face. “Why was Hap here? Is everything ok?” His eyes were full of concern and worry.

 I smiled up at him, kissing the palm of his hand. “Everything is fine….”  

 His eyes traveled up and down my body, noticing that I was wearing one of his shirts. I saw a hint of jealously flash in his eyes, and then it was gone. I wanted to wait to show him, but knew it it had to be now, I slowly unbuttoned my shirt.

 “I have a surprise for you. It’s why Hap was here.” I took the shirt off, lifting my right arm so he could read the tattoo. I was still wrapped in plastic wrap, I wasn’t sure how much he could see

 He knelt down, examining my side, a smile appearing on his face.

 

Jax

Til My Last Day,

Tli My Last Breath,

I Will Love You,

Forever Yours!

I watched his eyes tear up. “You did this for me? You already had my crow, why another tattoo?”

 “It was my way of showing you how much I love you. Every old lady has a crow, I wanted something that was just yours.” He picked me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist.  “You’re stuck with me forever Mr. Teller!”

 He smiled at me. “No, baby you’re my reward. If anything, you’re stuck with me.”

“I love you. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me Jax.”

 He smiled at me. “I will love you (Y/N), til my last day, til my last breath, I’m forever yours.”

 THE END



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Request: “An imagine where reader and Opie have a one night stand and the reader leaves Charming for 3 years and return with a baby that is Ope’s.”

SO MANY EMOTIONS!

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You’d grown up around SAMCRO, considering your father was a first nine member. You grew up with Opie and Jax, all of you trying to juggle being kids of the first nine. All three of you were raised to live the SAMCRO life, never being shielded from anything. While Opie and Jax took their roles and ran with them, becoming prospects as soon as they were old enough, you chose a different path.

You decided to move off from Charming and be something other than a part of SAMCRO. It would always be a part of you, and you loved every member with your whole heart. You were always an adventurer though, and you wanted to experience something other than the life you had been accustomed to. Of course, SAMCRO wasn’t going to let you go off without one last family dinner at Gemma’s house.

           Pulling up to Gemma’s, you could see that everyone else was already there, starting your party without you. You laughed and shook your head as you got out of your car, heading inside after greeting the few members who stood outside. “My baby girl,” you heard Gemma say as she wrapped her arms around you. Gemma was not blessed with a daughter, so you were treated as her own from the time you were born.

           “Hey Gem,” you said, returning the hug before being led into the living room. “The guest of honor is here,” Chibs announced, pulling you into a hug and giving you a kiss on the cheek. Hoops and hollers were heard all around as you were passed around for hugs and kisses. It made you feel a mixture of feelings. These people had been all you knew since you were born, and you were about to leave them.

           The dinner was spent sharing stories about your dad and you, with everyone drinking and eating. After the party was dying down, you walked out to the back of Gemma’s house to get some air. “Fancy seein’ you here,” you said to Opie as you sat down next to him on the steps. You smirked at him while taking a drink of the beer you had in your hand. “When you leavin’?” he asked, looking up at you.

           You shrugged, “Sometime in the morning, no specific time really”

           He sighed before standing up, “Why are you even going, Y/N?”

Out of everyone, he had been the one who didn’t handle it the best, not understanding why you would leave the only family you knew.

You rolled your eyes, “There’s more out there than SAMCRO, Ope. This is my family, but I’m not meant to stay here and be someone’s old lady. I’m just not, I refuse.”

He went to walk away when you grabbed his hand, “No. You don’t get to leave like that. I am not leaving tomorrow with us like this, Ope. I can’t.” He stopped so you continued, “Take me for a ride.”

“Where do you wanna go?” he asked, leading you towards his bike.

You shrugged, “anywhere.”

——–

The reservation didn’t look any different than you had remembered. A lone tree casted shade over you and Opie as you sat together. There had always been attraction between the two of you, and if you were being honest, you’d probably miss him more than anyone.

           “I know you don’t want me to go,” you told him.

           “I don’t, but I guess I can’t stop you,” he said.

           “You can’t,” you agreed.

The two of you sat there like that for what seemed like forever. You couldn’t help but look at Opie and take it in, this being the last time you’d see him for a while. Maybe that’s why you grabbed his face and kissed him with every ounce of passion you had in your body, him returning the kiss immediately. “You sure about this?” he asked you, leaning over you as you laid back. You nodded and he leaned down to kiss you again.

———-

*3 years later*

“Mommy!” Y/K/N screamed from the backseat. You smiled and continued making faces at the toddler in the car seat behind you as you drove past the “Welcome to Charming Sign.” You had gotten the call last night that Bobby had died, and Gemma suggested you come be with your dad and the rest of the crew.

You had left Charming three years ago, and despite a few fleeting phone calls, you never came back to visit really, the reason being in the backseat at the moment. You tried to get a babysitter, but there was no luck, so here you were, headed to the place you grew up.

You felt sick at your stomach as you parked your car and moved to get your child from the backseat.  Walking into Gemma’s house, you smiled at the familiarity of it all but the nervousness was still there as you were solemnly greeted by the SAMCRO men in the living room.

“Hey baby,” Gemma said, eyeing the toddler in your arms before hugging you.

“I know I know I should’ve told you, but,” you paused, “it’s complicated.”

“Mhmm,” she said, “How old’s the kid?” She reached out to hold him/her.

“Three,” you stated only to gasp as Opie grabbed your arm, walking out the back door with you in tow.

“What are you doing?!” you yelled, jerking your arm away from him.

“That kid in there is three years old?” he asked, running his hands through his hair.

Tears filled your eyes, “Yes.”

“Is he mine, Y/N?” he asked.

You shook your head as a sob broke out, “He is. I’m so sorry Ope.”

He nodded his head, “Yeah, me too.” Silence ensued for a long time after that.

“God, please say something,” you begged, tears rolling down your face.

“What do you want me to say?” he asked.

“Say anything, damnit Opie,” you told him.

“You kept my fucking kid from me, Y/N. I told you I didn’t even want you to leave, and you did. Then, you’re gone for three years with MY kid,” he seethed.

“I wanted to get away from all of this, and then the baby came and shit got super complicated. You were eighteen Ope and a prospect for the MC. You couldn’t handle a kid,” you said in an attempt to explain yourself.

Shaking his head, he walked a few steps away from you, “You don’t get to make that decision. That’s my kid too.”

“I was wrong,” you admitted, “but my intentions were good, Ope. I swear.”

“I missed a shit ton of stuff,” he said.

“Well, you don’t have to miss anymore,” you told him.

Falling Into The Wrong Crowd-Part 7 (Jax Teller x Reader)

Summary: (Y/N)’s phone call scared the shit out of her. There’s no way that this is a joke but her paranoid mind tells her that her friends won’t believe her like before. She decides to leave it, going crazy over the fact that someone has threatened her.

Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol, violence, arguments, distressing scenes (what do you expect, it’s Sons of Anarchy?)


*~*~*~*~*~*~*

The phone number was unrecognizable. As soon as he hung up I was frozen to the spot. Who the hell was threatening me? Why were they calling me specifically? Unless they had called the others and the girls hadn’t said anything yet. My brain was trying to think up all the possibilities and how I was to go about this. Should I tell them or not? Would they think I was being a crazy bitch again (even though I was right last time)?

“Hey doll,” Tig’s voice came out of nowhere, frightening me. He approached me,“what you doing out here? And why so jumpy?”

I tried to regain a natural composure but it made me look more suspicious.“I just had to take a phone call.”

“You sure about that?”

“Excuse me?”

“Doesn’t look like a pleasant one.”

“It’s nothing.” I tried to move around him though he easily blocked me.

“I know you’re lying so cut the crap and tell me what’s happening.”

I frowned, crossing my arms over my chest.“Why do you want to know so much?”

“As soon as you girls arrived, trouble came with you. I know Frankie, Alex and Bea very well, you in the other hand, not so much.”

“So you don’t trust me is what you’re saying?”

“Not entirely.”

I sighed.“I know you guys are hiding something too, about the Devoted Predators.”

What happened the other day, as soon as I mentioned them, the guys acted weird, even if it was for just a second.

He didn’t say anything.

My voice lowered to a whisper.“Someone just called me, threatening me about snitching. It’s got to be about the girls when they were in prison.”

“Have the others got any calls?”

“Not that I know of. Tig, what am I supposed to do!? They are threatening me, I could be killed!”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it.” He didn’t seem phased by this.“It could be a bluff, I wouldn’t worry about it.”

“Wouldn’t worry about it!?”

“Give me your phone.”

“What? No.”

“If you want this to disappear, give it here.”

I clutched onto it.“I’ve known Frankie, Alex and Bea for a long time, you on the other hand, not so long.” I mocked him.

“Doll, this will be better for everyone if you just do as you’re told.”

“What are you going to-”

“What’s going on here?” we heard Clay from behind Tig.

He turned to face his president, smiling.“Just a little talk.” then he walked away.

I didn’t say anything.

“Is that true?”

I nodded, following Tig.

As we came back people were scattered between the kitchen and the living room, some were missing, either they were outside or had left. I steered away from Tig, hiding my phone from him. He knew something I didn’t. Were they all keeping something? Was I the only one left in the dark? I spotted Bea speaking with Juice and decided to go hide with her. They welcomed me to the conversation, handing me a glass of wine. I tried to not chug it back, trying to cover up my shaking hands. It was mostly Bea and Juice talking, I just stood there until a hand rested on the small of my back. Jumping away, my head darted to see Jax who seemed confused.

“Woah, you ok darlin’?” he asked, concern deep in his eyes.

“Y-yeah, sorry, I was just daydreaming.” I lied.

“I could see that.”

I just took a swig of my wine, still thinking back to Tig.

“You think you should be drinking so quickly?”

“Just thirsty.”

His hand was still on my back.“Come on, you need some fresh air.”

I let him guide me outside, not really sure why. Maybe I just wanted to go with him. Tig wasn’t going to be near me either. The sun was just about to set as we made it outside, creating a beautiful orange glow across Charming. He leaned against the house wall, taking out a cigarette. Nothing was said as he lit it. I avoided his gaze, looking out to the street as I kept on sipping on my wine.

“Not even going to attempt a conversation?” He asked as he blew out the smoke.

By now I was pretty much annoyed.“No Jax, I’m not.”

“Is this about the Predators? They’re gone darlin’, no one is gonna hurt you.”

I desperately wanted to roll my eyes, he knew something.“Yeah well it doesn’t feel that way.”

He was suddenly alert, getting off the wall.“Has something been said? Has something happened to you?”

His face was very close to mine.“No, I’m just still messed up about the whole thing.”

It didn’t feel right to lie, especially about this current situation.

“You’re sure about that?”

I looked into his eyes, lying through my teeth.“Yes Jax. I’m sorry, like I said, I’m still not quite over all of this. Um, actually, could you maybe take me home? It’s alright if you can’t-”

“Of course I can. Let me just say goodbye to the others, you coming too?”

“No, I’ll just wait out here.”

Jax stubbed out his cigarette, hesitantly heading inside. As soon as the door closed, a very shaky breath came out of my mouth, my stomach suddenly lurching. Before I could steady myself, my phone began to ring again. It was him again. Why was he calling me again?! I answered it unwillingly, knowing that they would just keep calling if I didn’t. I said nothing, waiting for something to be said.

“There’s a message for you.” it was a different man.“You need to come collect it personally. The address will be sent to you.”

The call ended there, and instead a text came through. It had the name of an address which was unfamiliar along with the threatening words:

‘Do not tell anyone about this. Do not bring anyone with you. Do not defend yourself. If you disobey, people will get hurt.’

It was one bad thing after the other. I had a feeling about how this would go. There was no telling how many or who was going to be at this place, the things they could do to me. I was the weakest of the weak, a pathetic excuse for a woman who wasn’t able to stand up for herself; there was no way I was coming out of whatever this was alive.

The door opened, Jax’s voice calling out.“You ready to go?”

I nodded without looking in his direction, making a beeline to the bike.

“I grabbed your things.” he handed me my jacket along with my handbag.“Not going to say goodbye?”

“No, I just want to go home.”

The urge to be sick didn’t leave me. As we travelled through the empty streets, my hands were clinging to Jax and my thighs were gripping onto the bike. The sensation of it all was not helping the horrible feeling bubbling in the pit of my stomach. Thankfully the journey was not long, Jax pulled into the driveway and although I really wanted to sprint to the bathroom to throw up, I knew it would look suspicious. As soon as he stopped the bike, I clambered off.

“Thank you Jax.” I said as I took off the helmet.“I’ll probably see you tomorrow”

He grabbed onto my handbag, stopping me from going anywhere.
“(Y/N), if anything happens or if you’re still scared, you have to contact the club.”

“I will.”

He let go, letting me escape from him. I fastened my pace towards the door, hoping he didn’t notice. I fumbled with the keys, hearing the sound of his motorcycle fading away. Bursting into the house, I slammed the door shut before running as fast as I could to the bathroom before spilling up the contents of my stomach. The smell emitting from it was vile and didn’t help the situation. Kneeling back for a moment, loud sobbing filled the room though it only made it worse, making me throw up again.

I was going to die tonight, if not that then something bad was going to happen to me. And even if that didn’t happen the message received would be horrific. This had to be the Devoted Predators or someone associated with them.

The hours passed by surprisingly quickly. I had text the girls, explaining that I had been feeling ill and just wanted to be alone. Should I at least tell one person? That would be too big a risk. I had to man up and do this on my own.

My eyes scanned the clothing in my wardrobe, picking out the darkest clothing. Putting on a pair of leggings, black top and hoodie, I grabbed some shoes, forcing myself to go through with this. Grabbing some cash along with my phone, I took my first step outside, picking the door before posting the keys back inside; I didn’t want them finding where I live…though they probably already found it. The taxi I ordered was waiting outside, the driver had no idea what he was delivering me to.

After giving him an address near where I was to go, I leaned back in the seat, still debating whether this was a good idea. I could turn up dead, the others may have no idea why I was there or who did it. I never got involved this much in things like this. The girls never brought their drug dealing near me and when I was dating Zac we never really knew anything that happened within the club. Yes, I was affiliated with an outlawed biker gang, so I was technically a criminal, though I had never comitted a crime myself.

Without trying to look like I was petrified, I passed the cash to the driver, waiting for them to drive away before I headed towards the destination. Every step made me feel worse, I could easily run all the way back home. Things would turn messy if I did. As I reached the meeting place, an awful shiver rippled through my body and although I wasn’t a big believer of any gods, I sent a prayer out to anyone who was listening. I was by the docks, warehouses lined up along it. This was definitely a scene from a horror film.

The message said I had to be outside Warehouse 3 which it turned out was surrounded by others, meaning no one could see me. The dimly lit street lamps added to the creepy environment, especially when your mind was playing tricks on you, making you hear and see things that weren’t there. Wrapping my arms tightly around myself, my head frantically looked all over the place, not wanting to be pounced on. Suddenly shadows started to move, men emerging from them. They had bandanas covering the bottom half of their faces; they weren’t wearing a kutte either. Without thinking I found myself backing away from them towards the wall of the warehouse. There were five of them, even if it had been one guy I wouldn’t have been able to take him on.

“You listened to our instructions. That’s good.” one of them said.

I didn’t know how to respond.

“We have your message.” the man in the middle looked towards the others before gesturing to me.

All of them started to crowd me, I had no where to run. My body froze, I was petrified. None of them held back. One got too close to me and I was about to scream when he swung his fist back before hitting me in the face. Just like that they all started to attack me with punches, kicks and scratching. I screamed out in pure pain and fear, feeling that my life was about to end. This was the same feeling I had when I was being chased with guns. I may have survived then but I really wasn’t sure about now. This was their message, I was the threat, I’d never see anyone ever again.

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Charlie Hunnam was emaciated and had lost 20 pounds for the last season of Sons of Anarchy (2008). During auditions, Guy Ritchie was very bothered by his look though he liked his performance and asked him 4 times during the process about his poor physique and ‘What was the heaviest he had been’. Hunnam said that when Ritchie brought up the 4th time, he knew that the physicality of Arthur was very important to Ritchie. He promised Ritchie that he would get into incredible shape for Arthur and to prove his fitness for the part, offered to physically fight the other two finalists - Henry Cavill and Jai Courtney. Hunnam told Ritchie, “Look, dude, you keep bring this up, the physicality. Its obviously your primary concern. So if you want to do away with all this auditioning bollocks, I’ll fucking fight those other two dudes. I know who they are. You can bring them both in here. I’ll fight them both. The one who walks out the door gets the job.” Hunnam won the role after this.
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