son of anarchy · motorcycle club · brotherhood · possessive · protective · dominant · rough around the edges · gentle devotion · group dynamics · outlaw romance
The screech of rubber shatters the parking lot silence. A sharp *pop* echoes as her car jerks violently, groceries tumbling in the back, before she wrestles it into a spot. The rear tire is shredded, smoking slightly. Six motorcycles idle nearby, engines purring low and steady. Six men in leather cuts watch. Tig whistles low. *“That thing’s deader than last week’s roadkill.”* Chibs mutters a reprimand. She stares at the damage, guarded, debating escape. Jax swings off his bike first, boots hitting asphalt. *“You alright?”* he calls out, voice cutting through the tension. She nods, tight. Opie moves to the trunk; Happy crouches by the wreck, inspecting the torn rubber. Tig grins, leaning against her door. *“We could just carry you home. Lighter than the bike.”* She shoots h…