the emmy ray

Crazy

Originally posted by bottledupsins

Author’s Note: This is a Jax Teller imagine based on Off to the Races by Lana Del Ray as requested by a wonderful Nonny as well as request number 1 of MM8. I’m sorry if this one isn’t that great, but I hope you enjoy it. This imagine is rated M for adult themes.


Crazy

-XX-

My old man is a bad man but
I can’t deny the way he holds my hand
And he grabs me, he has me by my heart
He doesn’t mind I have a Las Vegas past
He doesn’t mind I have an LA crass way about me
He loves me with every beat of his cocaine heart
Swimming pool glimmering darling
White bikini off with my red nail polish
Watch me in the swimming pool
Bright blue ripples, you sittin’, sippin’ on your black Cristal
Oh yeah

Light of my life, fire of my loins
Be a good baby, do what I want
Light of my life, fire of my loins
Give me them gold coins, give me them coins
And I’m off to the races, cases of Bacardi chasers
Chasin’ me all over town ‘cause he knows I’m wasted,
Facin’ time again on Rikers Island and I won’t get out
Because I’m crazy baby, I need you to come here and save me
I’m your little scarlet, starlet, singin’ in the garden
Kiss me on my open mouth
Ready for you

-XX-

She’d been raised in SAMCRO. SAMCRO was life. SAMCRO was family; so when things went to shit between Tara and Jax, and again with Jax and Wendy it surprised no one when Bella found herself in his bed. Their flirtation started out friendly enough, but it didn’t take long for curiosity to get the better of both of them, and with bodies winding together, mouths hot and desperate they moved from friends to lovers at lightning speed, and within six months she was under Happy’s needle getting Jax’s crow.

She runs her hands over the bathroom mirror wiping away the steam left from her shower and tilting her head she studies the tattoo that rides under her left collar bone and catching a flicker of movement behind her she lifts her head to find Jax propped against the door way.

The smile is instinct when she sees him but it falters at the sight of the blood on his shirt.

“How bad is it baby?” she asks but before she can turn his arms around her, fingers caressing her skin as he pulls her closer to him.

She knows this mood. He doesn’t need questions. He needs to forget; so turning she links her hands around his neck and does everything she can to help him forget.

-XX-

My old man is a tough man but
He’s got a soul as sweet as blood red jam
And he shows me, he knows me
Every inch of my tar black soul
He doesn’t mind I have a flat broke down life
In fact he says he thinks it’s why he might like about me
Admires me, the way I roll like a Rolling Stone
Likes to watch me in the glass room, bathroom, Chateau Marmont
Slippin’ on my red dress, puttin’ on my makeup
Glass film, perfume, cognac, lilac
Fumes, says it feels like heaven to him

Light of his life, fire of his loins
Keep me forever, tell me you own me
Light of your life, fire of your loins
Tell me you own me, give me them coins
And I’m off to the races, cases of Bacardi chasers
Chasin’ me all over town 'cause he knows I’m wasted,
Facin’ time again on Rikers Island and I won’t get out
Because I’m crazy baby, I need you to come here and save me
I’m your little scarlet, starlet, singin’ in the garden
Kiss me on my open mouth

Yo I’m off to the races, laces
Leather on my waist is tight and I am fallin’ down
I can see your face is shameless, Cipriani’s basement
Love you but I’m going down
God I’m so crazy, baby, I’m sorry that I’m misbehaving
I’m your little harlot, starlet, Queen of Coney Island
Raising hell all over town
Sorry 'bout it

-XX-

The dress is clingy red material that flirts with creamy thighs, and with eyes narrowing through the cloud of smoke that curls through the clubhouse air he smiles.

Bella. His Bella.

Her lips curve as she dances with some of the girls, and he feels himself growing hard. He knows the game she’s playing, and he doesn’t mind being part of it, even when he loses, he wins. He’s so caught up in watching the way her body moves he doesn’t notice the figure sneaking up behind him and before he knows what’s happening a hand is sliding down his chest, closing over his hard length.

“Mmm, someone’s ready,” a voice purrs in his ear, “miss me Jax?”

“Deena,” Jax moves from under her, a small ball of panic forming in the pit of his stomach. Bella gets along with everyone, even the shadiest of crow eaters and sweet butts, but Deena, Deena is a different brand of crazy all together and she brings chaos wherever she goes. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I came to see you of course,” she says as a hand comes to rest on her hip. She looks good. She always has and she knows it too and she’s used her body to her advantage for as long as he’s known her and when she reaches for him he snags her wrists to hold her at arm’s length.

“Not interested sweetheart,” he says on a laugh.

“You used to be,” she murmurs and moving as quick as lightning she presses a kiss to his lips.

::

The music moves through her, bass humming in her blood and giving herself over to the rhythm she smiles. She’s always found freedom in dancing, but more than that she finds a sense of power knowing that she can drive Jax crazy just by moving her body.

She turns to find him and when she does she finds a familiar bleach blonde wrapped around him, over painted lips pressed to his and her blood runs cold. Her legs are numb as they carry her across the bar, and ignoring the way the guys call her name she lifts a tray from the bar.

“Deena!” she calls out to the woman and when she turns she smashes the tray across her face knocking her to the ground, and then she’s on her, one hand fisting in her hair holding her down, the other slamming mercilessly into her face. “Stupid, fucking bitch. I warned you, didn’t I warn you?”

Deena gets lucky when one of her flailing arms catches Bella in the face but it does nothing to stop her assault.

“Bella! Bella come on, she’s finished,” Jax says trying to grab for her but she pulls out of his hold, her hand circling her Deena’s throat, squeezing tight.

“If you ever come anywhere near my old man again, I swear to God I’ll kill you,” Bella hisses the promise before she’s finally dragged away.

-XX-

My old man is a thief and I’m gonna stay and pray with him till the end
But I trust in the decision of the Lord to watch over us
Take him when he may, if he may
I’m not afraid to say that I’d die without him
Who else is gonna put up with me this way?
I need you, I breathe you, I’d never leave you
They would rue the day I was alone without you
You’re lyin’ with your gold chain on, cigar hangin’ from your lips
I said “Hun’ you never looked so beautiful as you do now, my man.”

And we’re off to the races, places
Ready, set, the gate is down and now we’re goin’ in
To Las Vegas chaos, Casino Oasis, honey it is time to spin
Boy you’re so crazy, baby, I love you forever not maybe
You are my one true love, you are my one true love

-XX-

“You’re out of your damn mind,” Jax says as he dabs a cloth to her lip and she smiles. Adrenaline courses through her veins, pumping hot.

“She had it coming,” Bella says shrugging a shoulder, “unless you liked the way she tasted. That’s it isn’t it? Didn’t know you had a thing for Deena Jax…”

“You’re crazy,” he laughs closing the distance between them, hands coming to rest on her thighs.

“Mmm, crazy about you,” she says hooking a finger in the collar of his shirt, drawing him so close that her lips are a breath from his, “but if you think I’m going to kiss you with that whore still on your lips, you’re the crazy one.”

“Bella…come on…”

“Listen here Teller, I will and have stood by you through robberies and murder and general fucking chaos, but I will not kiss you until you wash Deena’s taste out of your mouth,” she says gathering her purse. “I’ll see you at home.”

“I fucking love you Bella,” Jax calls out to her and she looks over her shoulder sending a smile his way.

“I fucking love you too Jackson.”

-XX-

You are my one true love

-XX-