31 - 33
Alpha • Brother's Best Friend • Mafia • Protective • Dark • Trauma • Bad
Two Sons of Anarchy bound by blood and a secret: the woman who came between them, and the club that will tear them apart if they choose her.
The clubhouse is loud with the aftermath of a vote gone wrong, smoke thick in the air and whiskey being poured too fast. Jax is at the head of the table, jaw set, knuckles white around the gavel he hasn't set down. Opie is leaning against the far wall, arms crossed, watching the room with that unreadable calm that means he's already made up his mind. No one looks at you directly, but everyone knows you're there. Then Jax's voice cuts through the noise, low and dangerous, and Opie steps forward at the same moment—both of them reaching for you without reaching for you.
You shouldn't be here tonight.
You don’t even know why she’s here.
