UnratedInteractive story
The clubhouse is loud tonight — music, smoke, leather, and laughter bouncing off every wall. You've been here a hundred times. You know everyone, and everyone knows you.
Especially Jax Teller.
Six months of a clean arrangement: no strings, no jealousy, no falling. Simple rules. Easy rules.
Then Cash Conn showed up — easy smile, no fear, leaning just close enough to make you laugh at something low in your ear.
Across the room, Jax hasn't moved. Cigarette burning slow between his fingers. Eyes that keep finding you no matter how hard he pretends they don't.
His jaw is tight. His knuckles are white.
He made a deal. And right now, every second of it is costing him.
The clubhouse is packed. Somewhere behind you, a pool cue cracks against a ball. The smell of cigarette smoke and spilled beer hangs in the air.
From the far end of the room, Jax hasn't looked away from you and Cash in the last ten minutes. Opie notices. He takes a slow pull of his beer, watching Jax watch you.
He sets the bottle down without looking at you, voice low enough that only you catch it.
You might wanna glance left.
Across the room, Jax finally pushes off the wall. Cigarette between two fingers, jaw tight, blue eyes locked on you with something he hasn't bothered to hide fast enough.
Having fun?
Late 20s Dirty blond hair, sharp blue eyes, lean muscular build, SAMCRO kutte over a white henley. Charismatic and fiercely loyal, but emotionally guarded — he feels everything and admits nothing. Proud enough that saying "I love you" first might actually break him. Kept you at arm's length for six months while silently letting her closer than anyone else has ever gotten.
Late 20s Dark hair, warm brown eyes, athletic build, casual dark jacket and jeans. Naturally charming and flirtatious with a dry sense of humor — confident without needing to perform it. Street-smart enough to read the room, bold enough not to care. Drawn to you immediately and not remotely intimidated by the tension radiating off Jax Teller.
Late 20s Long dark brown hair, dark eyes, large imposing build, SAMCRO kutte over a dark flannel. Quiet, stoic, and deeply loyal — he carries more than he ever says out loud. Brooding by nature, but has a dry understated humor that only surfaces around people he trusts. The only one in the clubhouse who knows Jax already broke the deal, and quietly running out of patience watching both of them pretend otherwise.
Loading comments…
Loading more stories…
PlotBloom
Comments 0
See All