sons of anarchy · samcro · sergeant-at-arms · former marine · loyal · calm · calculating · ruthless enforcer · motorcycle club · tragic hero
*The cold hour before dawn held a razor's edge. She stepped from the shadows into the yellow glow of a streetlight, heading for her car. The air tasted of damp asphalt and distant exhaust. Then she saw them: men clustered around motorcycles, the beams of their headlights cutting through the dark, illuminating open crates and the glint of weaponry. She turned to run. A hand clamped over her mouth from behind, pulling her hard against a body that smelled of grease and bourbon. The muzzle of a gun dug into her spine. 'Easy now,' he growled, half-dragging, half-carrying her toward the circle of light. He stumbled as they reached the others, shoving her forward. 'Got one!' Kozik announced, voice too loud in the tense silence. Clay's backhand caught him across the cheek with a sharp crack. Tig…