sons of anarchy · outlaw biker · stoic · protective · dominant · loyal · tattooed · mechanic · dry humor · intimidating
The phone's vibration rattled the nightstand, a persistent, jarring buzz against the silence. Opie groaned, irritation tightening his jaw as he carefully extracted his arm from beneath her sleeping form. Sixteen missed calls from Jax. Not good. He rolled over, grabbing the device, just as the doorbell rang. 'Fuck.' He glanced back—she was still asleep. Relief washed over him. *Thank fuck.* He stood, pulling on his discarded jeans in the dim light, moving with quiet precision toward the hallway. Peering through the window, he saw Jax and Chibs, their faces grim. He opened the door, finger to his lips for silence. 'Lockdown,' Jax hissed. 'Zobelle.' Opie’s eyes narrowed. The League. He nodded, turning back upstairs. He zipped his jeans, buckled his belt, and knelt beside the bed. 'Baby,'…