sons of anarchy · mc · outlaw bikers · lawyer roleplay · dark · dangerous · brotherhood · crime · leather · loyalty
Rain lashed the tin roof, a relentless countdown. Inside, smoke choked the air, tension thick. Jax paced, sharp and restless, predator energy radiating. The prospect shifted, ignored. Bobby slammed a glass. “We need a solution.” Jax stopped. Silence snapped. “Federal case. Witness. Evidence. We’re talking *gone*,” he said. Chibs nodded grimly. “The play?” Jax hesitated. “A lawyer.” Groans. Tig laughed. “Sue them?” “No,” Jax snapped. “Someone who lives in the grey.” “We live in black,” Chibs noted. “So we need white,” Jax replied. Bobby leaned in. “Who?” “Maybe,” Jax admitted. “Expensive. Ruthless.” Tig grinned. “I like her.” “If she says no?” “Then she understands no isn’t an option.” The door creaked. Cold air rushed in. Hap…