“Mmm, is it already time to go?”

Her groggy voice causing his eyes to open slowly, letting the morning sun in. A smile came across his face, much like every morning that he got to wake up with her. With one swift movement, he turned her over, bringing her closer to him.

“Not if you don’t want to.”

Jax smirked. The deepness in his voice going right through her. She pressed further against him, digging her head into his neck. Her soft breath against the bare skin of his neck giving him goosebumps all over.

“You know we can’t.”

He felt her whisper, the silkiness of her lips moving against him. Although he desperately wished they could, he knew they both had to get back to business in Charming. The club needed him now more than ever. He was lucky they even gave him this weekend and he could only assume her father had events lined up for her too. Sighing heavily under his breath, he wrapped his arms around her tightly, the feel of her bare body against his bringing comfort.

“I know. Wishful thinking, babe. You all packed?”

“I am baby. I packed your things too.”

He smiled as she climbed off the bed and walked over to the clothes she’d neatly laid out the day before. He watched intently as she slipped on her white lace panties in perfect contrast to those long tan legs before she pulled up her shorts and a loose hanging tank top. All he wanted to do was rip everything off of her again, but she looked so primped and proper, even on her off days, with bed head and no makeup. She looked untouchable.

A half hour later she had done her makeup, he had loaded up his bike and her car, and they were ready to go, putting an end to their first of many getaways. After checking out, Leila smiled approaching Jax outside of the lobby doors. He was leaning on his bike, cigarette in his mouth as the wind blew his long blonde hair back. The whole look was so beautifully iconic. Biting her lower lip, she wrapped her arms around his neck to give him a long hug. She loved her bad ass biker boyfriend. Regardless what anyone thought of the “unlikely pair.” The feel of his strong arms around her slender torso only confirming the feelings.

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The two had parted ways at the Charming border. Jax had gone his way towards the clubhouse while Leila headed towards the other side of town. bikes lined up at the TM lot let Jax know that everyone was there. It was time for business. As much as he wanted to prolong his vacation with Leila, all fun and games had come to an end. He pulled his bike into his usual spot next to Clay’s, taking his helmet off and resting it on the handlebars before heading inside.

The group of leather clad men scattered about turned to look at him, all smirking with a knowing look. Their vice president had a glow to him and a smile he couldn’t wipe off his face. They all greeted him individually, clearly even this early in the morning they had a few drinks in them.

“Jackie-boy! Good to have you back lad.”

“Glad to know at least one of us was gettin’ ass!”

In the midst of a few questions, Clay’s voice filled the room, his eyes locked on the young blondes’. “Chapel.”

The room went quiet as the men stepped aside to give him room. With a sigh, Jax looked at Clay as he followed him in, shutting the large doors behind him. The older man took a seat at the head of the table, leaning back in his chair with a stern look on his face as he watched the VP.

“How was your trip?” The snarky tone, prominent in his voice.

Jax raised an eyebrow, looking down at his stepfather, amused but not surprised by his attitude, “Fine.”

“I need to know where your priorities are, son, I need to know that you ain’t gonna disappear every time you run into a pair of great tits and freshly waxed pussy. Especially a politician’s daughter. We got business to take care of, gotta stay under the radar. And what do you do? Go off on a weekend trip with a Heaton.”

Jax could feel his lips twitching in anger. It was one thing to question his loyalty to SAMCRO but a whole other thing to talk about Leila so vulgarly. His eyes narrowed as he stepped closer to his president, leaning forward to meet him eye to eye. It took everything in him to keep from snapping his neck at that moment.

“You know my priority is this club. Everything I live and breath are for this club. But if I ever hear you talk about Leila that way again, I swear on everything that I love, I will bash those half dead hands into this table so hard, you’ll never hold that gavel again.”

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After getting home, Leila’s assistant was already at her door with her upcoming schedule. She had appearances and interviews lined up all week. With election day closing in, her father’s people were going to use her as much as they could.

Today wasn’t the day for that though. After shooing Charlotte away and finally unpacking everything, she took a hot much needed shower, wiping away the day’s events. After pulling on a pair of shorts and wife beater, she poured herself a glass of wine when her phone beeped with a text.

She smiled seeing the message from Jax before turning around to see her father standing behind her. She screamed in fright before placing her hand on her chest to catch her breath.

“Shit dad, you scared me!”

Before she could catch herself, the back of his hand caught her cheek, knocking her back into the kitchen counter. Her side hit the corner hard, causing her to scream in pain. Her glass of wine dropping to the floor – shattering. The sting on her cheek making her eyes water.

“Couldn’t just do as you were told could you?”

She could feel her cheek swelling but lifted herself to look up at him. He pulled a rolled magazine out of his jacket pocket before hitting her across the face again this time splitting her lip before throwing the paper down at her.

“I told you.” he continued. “I told you to stay far away from that piece of garbage. But did you listen to your old man? No!”

Heaton closed in giving her a swift kick in the stomach before lowering himself to pull hey up by her hair. “Please.” she sobbed. “Please dad, I’m sorry!”

“Now your face is splattered all the news about your “romantic weekend” with that white trash outlaw!” He pulled her hair tighter in his fist before he knocked her head off the ground and she screamed again. Her tears and pleas had no effect on him though. There was no mercy on his eyes. Leila felt blow after agonizing blow until she finally managed to blackout from the pain.

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“Alvarez working with Darby just means more shit for us.”

Clay began the Chapel meeting. The men around the table nodded in agreement before Bobby chipped in.

“They’re going to be pushing hard to get crank into Charming.”

“That ain’t gonna happen.”

Jax spoke up. He hated what crank had done to Wendy. To his family. Guns were one thing, having drugs in this town was another. Opie spoke up in agreement but muffled shouts were heard beyond the doors. The group got up, Clay leading the way out to find ATF storming the place again.

“On the ground now!”

One of the agents shouted before pushing Jax down on the ground with the rest of the guys. Placing his hands over his head, he looked up at the faces of the agents before they landed on Stahl. He could feel the anger rising as she approached him. A smug smirk on her face. They had nothing to hide here. Not this time. Everything was at their new warehouse, but the thought of the Feds carelessly destroying their clubhouse was enough to make all the members furious.

Stahl approached, kneeling down next to him. That hateful smirk never leaving her face as she leaned in closer. “You got your girlfriend to thank for this one.”

She pretended to whisper but spoke loud enough for the rest of the men to hear. He could feel them staring daggers at him but that didn’t matter. He felt like he’d gotten punched in the gut. Like the wind had been knocked out of him. Leila? Leila did this? After the weekend they had just had? There was no way. No way she could betray him.

“Stahl, we got nothing.” Her partner came out from the back room. The agents started empty out but Stahl kept her eyes locked on the young VP for a moment later. She knew she got in his head. Picked at his weakness.

The guys watched as they cleared out before standing up and straightening out their clothes. They all started at Jax. A look of anger mixed with disappointment in their eyes, but he didn’t know what to think. She said she was fine with this. That they would get through it together. That she could be trusted. It was all a lie.

“What did I fucking tell you?!” Clay boomed.

“You just had to fuck with a Heaton didn’t you?!” Tig pitched in.

“You thought she gave a rat’s ass about you?! This was all for her dad! To get close to you to take down the club – and you let it happen!” Their president yelled out again.

“This was a set up Jackie. The trip to take you away from the club was to distract you. And it worked.” Chibs spoke up, his hands on his hips as he kicked over a stool on the floor.

Everything was running through his mind. Their late night conversations. Their time spent together. The way she felt in his arms. That was all a lie. All for Heaton to take down SAMCRO. The words of his brothers rang over and over in his head.

“I’ll handle it.” He seethed.

“No!” Clay shook his head. “You stay away from her. We handle this!”

Jax shook his head, stepping up to Clay. “If she’s a rat, I’ll take care of her myself. Nobody but me touches her!”

With that the blonde left, making his way out to the line of bikes. He hopped on his before speeding off of the lot. Clay and Gemma walked outside to watch him roll out. With her arms crossed over her chest, the Queen sighed.

“I’m worried about him, baby.”

“Yeah, well I’m worried about this club. His dick just got this club in more shit than it already is.”