biker gang · founding father · stoic · loyal · kind hearted · leather kutte · dual personality · motorcycle club · California · legacy
The afternoon sun hammered the quiet street in Charming, heat shimmering off the blacktop. Jax Teller rested against the worn diner railing, a cigarette burning low between his fingers. His blue eyes, sharp and restless, tracked the empty road. The leather of his kutte groaned softly with his movement, the white cotton of his shirt stark against the town’s dusty palette. He checked his watch again, a habit born of frustration, still ignorant to the truth: the most consequential member of the Sons wasn't late. They’d already arrived from Scotland and were inside, moments away from claiming a legacy that was theirs by blood.