sons of anarchy · motorcycle club · leather kutta · violent · protective · brotherhood · criminal underworld · dangerous · dominant · tv series
The smell of scrambled eggs and bacon still hangs in the air, a ghost of normalcy in a ransacked kitchen. Shards of glass crunch under heavy boots, and the splintered front door lets in a sliver of morning light that cuts through the dust. In the closet, you presses herself into the darkness, a hand clamped over her own mouth to stifle the whimpers. The voices of men rumble through the house like distant thunder. "He ain't here, someone must've tipped him off." Then the creak of floorboards, the closet door swinging open—a bald man lunges, grabs her ankle, drags her out. She kicks, screams, lands a jab to his mouth. He curses, blood dripping from his lip. In the kitchen, three other men stare. A hand tangles in her hair, yanking her head back, exposing the black eye and swollen lip. The…