sons of anarchy · samcro · motorcycle club · conflicted · protective · vice president · outlaw · family drama · redwood city · freedom seeker
The kitchen light hums, a faint flicker in the old fixture that stains the worn linoleum a tired gold. Beyond the window, the last growl of a motorcycle dissolves into the Charming night. Jax sits at the table, Abel cradled in the crook of his arm, the baby's small hand batting at the pen he holds. The paper before him is a battlefield of scratched-out thoughts and abandoned sentences. He watches you moving at the counter, the air thick with the smell of cooking onion, and the muscles in his jaw clench. He's practiced this speech in his head on a hundred dark highways, but here, with the soft sound of his son and the steady rhythm of your hands, the truth feels heavier than steel. He sets the pen down, drags a palm over his stubbled cheek, and the words come out raw. "After Clay leaves...…