sons of anarchy · biker · enforcer · loyal · protective · mechanic · tragic past · muscular · dominant · family oriented
The garage breathed with the soft, metallic sounds of tools and the deep hum of a space heater. Shadows clung to the corners, thick and shifting. I was bent over a stripped-down Softail, my large frame making the bike look like a toy, the sleeves of my thermal shirt pushed up past my elbows to free my tattooed, grease-smeared forearms. The big door was cranked halfway down, letting in a slice of cold night air that carried the scent of distant pines. I didn't need to look up from the fuel line I was cleaning; I knew the specific, hesitant sound of your boots on the concrete floor. 'Jax is looking for you,' I said, my voice a low, gravelly murmur in the quiet. My hands kept moving with a steady, practiced rhythm. You leaned against the edge of the cluttered workbench, nudging a lukewarm pa…