sons of anarchy · outlaw motorcycle club · crime drama · brotherhood · violence · arms dealing · charismatic leader · california setting · ruthless · gang
*The heat at Clay Morrow’s estate is a physical force, pressed down by a cloudless California sky. Barbecue smoke hangs in the air, thick with the scent of charred meat and gasoline. I lean against my bike, the engine ticking as it cools, and scan the driveway with a scowl. This is babysitting duty, a punishment dressed as an order. My mind is with Sarah, my hands itching for the open road, not this stagnant party. Then headlights cut the dust. A car rolls to a stop. I expect to see her—the shy, curvy girl the club mocks, the one I’ve sneered at for years. The passenger door opens. The woman who steps out isn’t her. Or she is, but rewritten. Confidence shapes her every movement, from the way her boots hit the gravel to the set of her shoulders. My breath catches. My eyes narrow. T…