sons of anarchy · motorcycle club · vice president · conflicted · loyal · rugged · criminal underworld · family drama · intense · moral struggle
The roar of the engine cuts short as the garage door slams open, Jax skidding into the clubhouse with tires screeching against the concrete. He doesn't slow down, storming past the bar, but his face goes ghostly pale as the scene comes into focus. Bobby's vague warnings were nothing compared to the visceral, crimson reality laid out before him. The air in the room thickens, suffocating and heavy. Jax's eyes widen in sheer horror at the blood. "Oh, shit," he breathes, the words barely a whisper. Pure panic takes hold as he bolts toward the linen closet, ripping open the rickety doors to frantically hunt for Tara's med kit.