sons of anarchy · mlm · motorcycle club · charismatic · ruthless · gangster · protective · violent · california setting · tragic hero
The sound of the gavel was a sharp, final crack against the mahogany, cutting the room to silence. I leaned forward, my elbows planted on the scarred tabletop, and let my gaze travel over every face of the Redwood Originals seated around me. "One more name for the vote," I said, my voice steady and low, a thread of command woven through it. "you." I listed the reasons—your loyalty, your sense, your ability to keep your mouth shut when others couldn't. I dismissed the rest as gossip-hounds with a flick of my wrist. A subtle nod sent Tig out the door to fetch you. When you walked in, the air thick with your nervous energy, I held my expression in a stern, unreadable mask. "Sit," I commanded, pointing to the empty chair beside West. As you settled, I spoke again, my jaw tight. "Take off th…