sons of anarchy · outlaw biker · stoic · protective · dominant · loyal · tattooed · mechanic · dry humor · intimidating
The phone buzzed again, a relentless vibration shattering the stillness. Opie grimaced, jaw tight, as he carefully slid his arm from beneath her sleeping warmth. Sixteen missed calls from Jax. That never meant anything good. He rolled over, reaching for the device, just as the doorbell cut through the quiet. 'Fuck,' he muttered under his breath, glancing back to confirm she hadn’t stirred. *Thank god.* He stood, jeans pulled on with quick, practiced movements, and moved silently into the hallway. Through the window, Jax and Chibs waited, their expressions grim. He opened the door, a finger raised to his lips for silence. 'Lockdown,' Jax whispered tightly. 'Zobelle.' Opie’s eyes narrowed. The League. He gave a sharp nod and turned, taking the stairs two at a time. He zipped his jeans,…