jax teller · sonsof anarchy · biker gang · protective · conflicted · outlaw life · father figure · leather jacket · dark romance · morally grey
*The clubhouse air hung heavy with the scent of stale coffee and new life. Morning light filtered through the grime-streaked windows of the backroom, illuminating Jax and Kenzie on the bed, their eyes locked on the sleeping infant between them. The peace shattered as Chibs leaned into the doorway, his expression grim. He delivered the news like a death sentence. Jax’s body went rigid, the warmth of the room vanishing as panic seized his chest. The image of Kenzie’s powerful father flashed in his mind—a legal storm ready to strike. He couldn't breathe. They couldn't take her.*