I know I said the next imagine would be about Chibs but I came up with this on the road and ended up writing it all down, so here it is. I had a lot of fun with it.
The sons find out your husband is abusive and help you out.
You were a bartender in Charming and lately you had been bartending for the local motorcycle club, the Sons of Anarchy. Sure, they were intimidating but they knew how to have fun and soon enough you discovered that they were really just a bunch of sweethearts to those who deserved it. You became friends with most of them and you were well liked by the club. They knew you pretty well, or as well as any of your friends knew you.
For example, they knew that you were married but didn’t about the bruises your husband left under your clothes. He was smart about it, he always hurt you where he knew no one would see and he made sure you feared him enough not to tell anyone. He was awful, but the things he had threatened to do to you if you left were even worse.
Last night he had come home drunk and angry, you hadn’t really done anything to piss him off that day but he had made sure you knew he didn’t want you going to any samcro parties anytime soon. He had actually beat up your face pretty bad, which he didn’t risk often. He knew you didn’t like people seeing your face bruised and battered.
You had came up with an excuse to tell the sons to explain why you couldn’t bartend their party that night but you couldn’t avoid going out when your husband told you to go to the store. You didn’t want anyone in the club to see you, it would just cause more trouble but you definitely weren’t known for your luck. It just so happened that Tig and Juice were at the store you had gone to and you hadn’t even noticed their bikes out front.
Tig was the first to notice you. He smiled and waved and you knew you couldn’t run.
“Hey, y/n!” Tig’s grin faded when he got closer to you and saw your face. He put his hand under your chin, examining your face. “Who did this to you, doll?”
Before you could come up with an excuse or Tig could press further, Juice showed up.
“Hey, y/n- Oh god, what happened to your face?” Juice observed, walking up from behind Tig. You looked down, hiding your face. Tig hit him.
“Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean-” Juice stopped himself and got straight to the point. “What happened?”
You looked up at to see both Juice and Tig staring at you, concern in their eyes. That broke you.
“My husband…” You trailed off.
“Christ,” Tig sighed. “How long?”
“I don’t even know. Tiggy, I can’t leave. He won’t let me-” Your voice cracked and you couldn’t hold back the tears anymore. You were sobbing. Tig pulled you into a hug.
“Don’t worry, doll, we’re going to help you.” Tig rubbed your back. “Follow us back to TM and we’ll figure this out, okay?” You nodded.
Juice put an arm around you as he walked you to your car.
“We’re going to help you, y/n.” He told you.
Tara was cleaning up a few of the cuts on your face as Tig and Juice explained the situation to Jax while Happy and Chibs listened in.
“Well boys,” Jax said after they had finished, his expression livid. “Looks like the party’s going to be delayed a little. “ He turned to Happy and Chibs. “You in?”
“Aye” Chibs respond.
“Hell yeah.” Happy growled.
Jax walked up to you, taking your hands in his and looking you in your eyes.
“Take us to your, house y/n.” He said softly. “We’ll make sure this never happens again.”
You agreed and soon enough the fiercest of samcro was following behind your car like an escort. Honestly, that made you feel like a bad ass and gave you the courage you needed as you pulled into your driveway, their bikes behind you.
“What the hell are you doing, y/n!?” Your husband roared as he stormed out of your house. You paled and lost your courage as he marched straight toward you. Chibs stepped in front of you before he reached you. He grabbed your husband by the shirt.
“Not today, you bastard. And not ever again.” Chibs punched him right in the jaw, causing him to stumble straight back into Juice.
“You should never hit a lady.” Juice stated then punched. Suddenly all the sons were surrounding him. He was pushed toward Tig.
“Punching women make your dick feel big? Huh? It get you off?” Tig punched him and sent him Happy’s way.
Happy, being a man of few words said nothing. But he punched him twice and sent him flying toward Jax.
Jax picked your husband up by the collar of his shirt, putting his face close to your husband’s now bloody one.
“Y/n’s going to stay with us for a while.” He warned deadly quiet at first but his voice rose as he spoke. “When you wake up I want you gone. You take only your clothes with you. The house is y/n’s. I don’t want to see you near y/n or in my city EVER again!”
Your husband just sarted at Jax, shocked.
“Did you HEAR me!?” Jax screamed in his face.
“Y-yes sir.” Your husband stammered.
“Good.” Jax nodded and released one of his fists from the front of your husband’s shirt then he knocked his lights out, leaving your husband in an unconscious heap on your lawn.
“Go get some of your clothes.” Jax told you, quickly changing the tone of his voice to a soft one. “We’ve got an extra room at the clubhouse that you can stay in while he clears out.”
You nodded and went to get some of your clothes from in your house.
You threw a bag of your things into the back seat of your car and turned to Jax and the rest.
“Thank you Jax.” You smiled, tears forming in your eyes. “Thank you all so much.”
“No problem, y/n. You’re part of the family.” Jax pulled you into a hug. “If he’s ever stupid enough to show up at your house again you tell us.”
“We’ll take care of him.” Happy assured you.
You grinned wider, happy to be part of the family. You loved all of them and you were so thankful for them. They were your guardian angels. Well, maybe not angels, but they were your guardian reapers.