Falling Into The Wrong Crowd-Part One (Jax Teller x Reader)
(A/N: So I decided to start another series, this time it’s for Sons Of Anarchy. I will be continuing the Steve Rogers series as well though. I’m part of too many fan bases 😂. This won’t be following the original plot to the show, I tend to not do that with my own imagines.)
Summary: (Y/N) has always tried to be good and follow the rules, however when she first moved to America she met some women who were the total opposite. Now best friends, they move to Charming years later to start up their business but end up getting caught up in more trouble and digging up old secrets.
Meanings: (Y/N)= Your name
Warnings: Swearing, violence, drugs, alcohol (it’s Sons Of Anarchy, what do you expect?)
As the car sped own the open road, I rolled the window down to let some air in. It was a warm day with only some clouds in the sky and it was starting to get stuffy inside the vehicle. I glanced at one of my friends in the driver’s seat, Bea, who was concentrating on the road whilst smoking a ciggarette. In the backseat were my other friends, Frankie and Alex. The old truck had taken us this far, I hoped it wouldn’t fail us now.
We were leaving our old lives and starting fresh. It was a good feeling, all four of us wanted to get away from the problems. We were even starting a new business together.
If you took just one look at the girls you would know that they were nothing but trouble. They were….rough looking, which made a lot of people wonder why I was with them. Whereas they were fine with wearing a pair of jeans, an old top, worn out shoes and no effort with hair or makeup, I was the total opposite. No one would have put us altogether. They had been to prison for God’s sake!
I really hadn’t expected this to be a part of my life.
“Here it is ladies,” Bea announced as we passed by a sign which said ‘Welcome to Charming’,“our new home.”
“Finally. I thought my leg was going to be cramped forever.” Alex groaned.
I giggled.“Better stretch out then, we’ve got a lot of unpacking to do when we get to the house.”
“Urgh, let’s just do it tomorrow. We’ve got more important things to do.” Frankie said.
“Like finding the nearest bar and geting wasted on our first night here.”
I turned in my seat to look at her.“Is that all you can think about?”
Bea spoke again.“Frankie is right though. We need to meet with some old friends before we do anything. That’s why we’re not going to the house first.”
“Wait, what friends?”
“You’ll see. Don’t worry, you’ll like them.”
We carried on driving through the town passing the quaint business and shops. There were people roaming around, families and friends alike. It was only ten minutes after entering Charming when we started to pull into an auto shop named 'Teller-Morrow’. There were some cars parked up but what really caught my eye was the line of bikes. The few men crowded outside were wearing a black kutte too…it read 'Sons of Anarchy’.
Oh my god.
This was a motorcycle club.
And if the girls were involved with them, it could only mean they were outlaws. I put two and two together, mentally groaning. Of course they would know a damn motorcycle club. It didn’t surprise me, they too had their own bikes. I thought we had buried the past.
Bea stopped the truck, smiling as she threw her ciggarette out of the window. They all eagerly clambered out whereas I held back. How were they so cheerful about a biker gang? Did they not remember?
“Come on (Y/N), you’ve got to meet the guys.” Frankie said as she opened my door. None of them could see my discomfort.
I followed behind, cautiously walking slower as I looked around. A sudden erupt of cheers startled me as the men stood out front greeted the girls with open arms. I stood back watching the exchanges. A few other men wearing overalls watched.
“And who might this lass be?” a Scottish accent brought me back to the conversation at hand. He had his grey hair slicked back, the scars on his face making him seem more frightening.
“This is (Y/N), she’s a good friend of ours. Let’s just say she straightened us out a bit.” Bea introduced me.
“Hi.” I smiled trying to not look so scared.
“Straightened us out? Don’t you mean keep us out of jail? If it weren’t for her I’d be exchanging girls for soap.”
“I think that was too much information.” a larger man with frizzy hair chuckled.“This is Chibs, I’m Bobby. Come inside, we’ll introduce you to the others and catch up. Prospects, get back to work.”
They took us into what they called their clubhouse. There were a lot more men sat around, some drinking and others playing pool. As soon as the girls walked in another round of loud cheers were heard. Again I was introduced as the girl who had saved them (dramatic much?). Although they seemed scary, I was sure they weren’t all so bad; except for Happy. They weren’t like the others. We were all given a beer as everyone sat around a table.
“What brings you girls back? It’s been years.” Tig asked.
“We’ve got a new business set up. No more drugs, just hookers.” Frankie bluntly explained, not mentioning the problems back at what was out home.
I coudn’t help but chuckle.
“What, it’s the truth?”
“I know but it’s not really that, is it?”
Bea explained.“I guess you could call it a gentleman’s club? I got in contact with Luann and she was talking about extending her business. So, the Cara Cara girls will be working for us too now and we’ll split the profits.”
Yes, we were basically running a strip club. Again, not what I imagined my life to be like.
“That’s why Luann had been so jittery.” Piney said.
“Yeah, (Y/N) here will be sorting out the routines, so if you have any suggestions, tell her and she’ll make it happen.” Alex nudged me.
Tig leaned forward.“Actually, I think I may have an idea-”
“NO!” the men shouted in unison
The door opened and three more men walked through. One was huge along with his beard, he was like a giant. A man with a faux mohak that had tattoos running along it followed. Lastly a blonde haired man entered and goddamn was he gorgeous. They smiled as they spotted their old friends. They introduced themselves to me, Opie, Juice and Jax.
“Luann just told us everything about your little club.” Jax explained as he sat. I noticed that his kutte had a 'Vice President’ badge on it. So where was the President?
“Welcome back.” Opie clamped his hands down on Frankie’s shoulders and I could see that she grimaced at the strength.
“Have you guys moved in anywhere?”
“Just down the road from our club. We’re checking it out tomorrow.”
“Do you still ride?” Juice asked.
“Yes, of course we do.”
Jax smirked.“Then let’s go check it out today.”
“Why?” Bea wondered as the men stood.
“We want to check out our place.”
“You’ve lost me.”
“We’re also your business partners.”
Everyone laughed at our shocked faces. This Luann woman never mentioned the guys. Everyone filed out of the room to get ready for the ride. The girls unloaded their bikes from the back of the truck. I followed Frankie, climbing into the back. I never learnt how to ride and I never wanted to. Bikes brought back some bad memories unless I was with the others.
“For fucks sake, I must have packed my spare helmet.” she groaned.
“Here I’ve got one.” Jax held it out to me.
“Thanks.” I smiled.
“You’re welcome darlin’.”
I tried not to blush as the handsome biker climbed onto his own bike. Buckling the helmet up, I wrapped my arms around Frankie’s waist before she started up the engine. It seemed that the club had their own formation going on and we were in the middle. I knew that Frankie liked to go fast which made me regret ever choosing to ride with her.
“Frankie don’t!” I shouted as she let the formation and sped off. I couldn’t help but laugh.
The others watched as we increased our speed, also laughing at us.
“You love it!”
Although I didn’t like the idea of riding myself, I loved the feeling it gave me. I decided to do something to get back at Frankie. She hated when I wasn’t holding onto her, it made her think I was going to fall off. I let go slowly and spread my arms out either side of me, the only thing keeping me in the bike were my thighs clutching onto it. I could hear her screaming at me to hold on again which only made me laugh more.
We soon arrived at our club. We were way ahead of the others. My legs were a little shaky from trying to keep on the bike. As I shook my hair out of the helmet, Frankie began yelling at me.
“You know I hate it when you do that! Why do you do it? It scares the hell out of me!”
I only laughed harder.
The others turned up and I could see Alex and Bea trying to not laugh. Everyone mounted off of their bikes, watching as Jax and Bea held up their keys, both obvious leaders. Jax let Bea open it up. I looked up at the sign 'Cara Cara Club’ which wasn’t turned on because it was daytime. Although it hadn’t been used, the place looked alright from the outside, it still needed some work though. Luann had mentioned that she started to build it and wanted to start it up but ran out of money just before she could. The men let us go in first. It was dark until Bea flicked on the lights, illuminating the room.
It was spacious, booths lined up against the wall as the tables filled the other spaces; a huge bar stood at the back parallel to the stage. I gasped as I saw it. There was no limit to how many dance numbers I could perform on that space. I walked away from the group, using the steps to get on stage. A little bit stuck out and I stood there, looking out to the room.
“Show us your tits!” Frankie screamed out. I scoffed before turning around slowly.
“You gonna give us a show then?” Jax’s voice startled me. Looking down I saw that he was leaning against the stage.
I tried to laugh it off.“That’s something you don’t want to see.”
“How would you know?” he smirked before walking away.
Trying to ignore the tiny bit of flirting, I hopped off stage and followed Alex out of the room, wanting to explore more. Down the corridor I could see Frankie and Bea entering an office whereas we were headed in the other direction. There were spare rooms (I didn’t want to think about what they would be used for) and a dressing room lined with mirrors and tables for makeup, along with clothes racks. Alex grabbed my hand and dragged me further down the corridor to the final door. It had a label stating that it was the basement.
“There’s no way I’m going down there.” I protested, crossing my arms.
“You watch horror films all the time, you can’t be scared of a basement can you?”
“I’ll protect you, I promise.”
I went to argue again until I felt someone clamp their hands on my shoulders whilst yelling out. I screamed grabing Alex for protection. Turning around, Tig was laughing whilst I was trying to regain my breath.
“What the hell, Tig!?” I shouted at him.
“I’m sorry darlin’, I just had to.”
“You know I can ban you from here, right?”
“No, but we’re business partners so you can’t.”
“I can try.”
He walked away chuckling. I turned back to Alex who was opening the door. She turned on the lights before walking down the steps. All that was down there were the boilers and main switches for the electricity. The cellar for the alcohol was in a different part.
“Well that was boring.” Alex huffed as she turned around to leave.
I grabbed onto her arm before she could move.“Alex, how long have you known those guys?”
“For years. I used to live here for a while, I sold drugs to them. When I left I made sure they still got what they want. Before we met you, Frankie and Bea came back with me for a little reunion and we helped them out with some club stuff.”
“I thought we were supposed to be getting away from this sort of life. Motorcycle clubs were the reason we left-”
She suddenly turned angry.“They are nothing like the others! Don’t mention it to them. In fact, don’t bring it up, ever.”
“I never said that they were the bad ones, it’s just….after all that happened and now we’re suddenly doing business with these outlaws? They may not be the trouble but they could bring it. What if the others come back for us? For me!?”
“They won’t come back, you’re safe now. This conversation ends now.”
“Can someone help me please? I think I’ve read these instructions wrong.” I called out in the house yet received no reply.
After inspecting Cara Cara Club closer and trying to forget my conversation with Alex, the club had to rush off as they had a meeting. They wanted us to stay for drinks but they didn’t know how long they would be. We understood and decided to see our own home. As we arrived I started to feel nervous. This all seemed like a repeat, as if I was doing this all over again. We were supposed to be getting away from it all, not attracting the danger.
Our house was no mansion, but with four bedrooms, three bathrooms, a living room, study, kitchen and garage it was exactly what we needed. Bea had been smart enough to save her money she earned from her drug selling which helped pay for everything. Each one of us grabbed the boxes, taking multiple trips back and forth between the car to get everything inside. Once done we decided to order takeaway and save un-packing for the next day.
Well, Frankie was right about one thing.
The next morning, we all started to make the house our home. However, as soon as the valuables and personal belongings were out of the way, some D.I.Y had to be done. Some furniture came with the house, luckily the only room that needs furnishing was the dining room. I figured that I would start with the chairs, they didn’t seem so hard to build.
“Hello!” a familiar, Scottish male voice rang through the house. Who left the front door open!?
“In here Chibs!” Lord knows where the others were.
He leaned against the door frame.“Hey lass, whatcha’ doin’ down there?”
I was sat on the floor with the chair not even half built. Pieces laid around me along with the nails and screws. My hand limply held onto the hammer. I was bored and frustrated, this was only the first chair.
“Well, I’m trying to build some furniture. It seems that I’m on my own though, I have no idea What the others are doing.” I sighed.
“You need some help?” Jax appeared at the door.
“No thank you, I know you’ve got more important things to worry about.”
“No really, I don’t mind.”
“We were jus’ goin’ to head on up to the club, wanted to make sure everything was ok before we really get down to business.” Chibs explained.“We were jus’ wonderin’ if you girls wanted to join us.”
“Tell the others wherever the hell they are that they can go. I’ll manage this.”
As Chibs left, Jax came and sat by me. I was glancing over the instructions again and again, not understanding where I went wrong. I may have not had much experience with building but I wasn’t an idiot.
“Pass it here.” Jax smiled.
The others soon left and I was sort of thankful. When I first saw them that morning they hadn’t been helping too much, either laying around doing nothing or not taking this seriously. Ideally, I wanted everything unpacked and ready before the evening but that didn’t look like it was going to happen. As soon as Jax took over the chairs were built in no time. Granted, I sat back and he did most of the work but I kept him company and have him some beers. We were able to build the table together though as that defintely needed two people. Finally after two hours of building, the table and chairs were finished.
We were leaning our backs on the wall as we say down, Jax lighting a cigarette. He offered me one which I politely declined.
“Hey, I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but how did you end up becoming friends with people like Bea, Frankie and Alex?” his head lulled to the side to look at me as smoke emitted from his mouth.
I hesitated.“Sort of caught up at the wrong time. A friend of mine had an abusive boyfriend and I tried to help. The girls were there to help even though we were strangers.”
“But you stuck with them?”
“Yeah, it was more serious than it sounds.” I took a swig of beer.
“That’s loyalty right there. They ever tell you about us?”
“Probably didn’t want to scare you off.”
“Believe me, I have seen worse.”
“Oh, you don’t want to know.”