… . 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍
closed starter for @legacyofsamcro —
After getting pulled over for drunk driving, Kinsley Lowman, currently sat waiting in the cells of Charming Police Department, after once again being arrested.
“I’m telling you, I’m not even fucking /drunk!/” She yelled at the officer watching her. “I only had one beer, maybe two. And you assholes decided to pick me up?!”
Rolling her eyes in frustration, she sighed and whispered. “Let me out of here!”
She looked up from behind the bars of her cell as Roosevelt came into the cellblock.
“Ah, yes, Kinsley Lowman. Infamous younger sister to Happy Lowman, who currently is affiliated with the Sons of Anarchy motorcycle club.” He sent a mischievous smirk her way, which ultimately made her gag.
“Listen, /prick/ I don’t know what dirt you’ve got on my brother but I’ve got absolutely nothing to do with the fucking club.”
Roosevelt laughed. “Right, but you’ve got quite the record here Kinsley. Public Intoxication, Driving While Intoxicated, Driving While Under the Influence, some minor Drug charges …” He trailed off.
“Look, I know I’m a class A fuck up, but can you fucking not remind me about it?!” She yelled at him.
“Sorry, Kinsley, but you’re put here for a reason and you /deserve/ to be here.” He spat. Kinsley growled, as her temper began to rise and her blood began to boil.
“FINE! YOU PIECE OF FUCKING SHIT! I DESERVE TO BE HERE. Now please, give me my phone call?!” She growled, her nostrils flaring.
Roosevelt looked towards his left at the officer who was standing guard, and made him open the cell door to allow her to get her phone call.
When the door opened, she was cuffed and led to the phone. Kinsley dialed Happy’s number, and when he answered, he explained that he was out on a run for the club, but he would call Jax and he would come get her.
“Thanks, see you then.” She said with a wicked smile and hung up.
Roosevelt took her back into the cellblock. “You bastards can’t keep me here forever..” Kinsley mumbled.
Roosevelt looked at her with a wicked grin. “You want to bet on that? I’ll find every single DAMN reason I can to keep you here. You won’t be going home.”
Kinsley bit her bottom lip, and shook her head with a dark laugh escaping her lips. “Watch me.”
It was a long day of dealing with club shit and Jax was mentally exhausted from it all. If there wasn’t some internal beef that needed to get situated, it was something that got fucked up with the guns, or an issue with a rival MC. It ain’t easy being king was something Jax always knew, but actually experiencing it was an entirely new level that sometimes felt like it wasn’t worth the trouble. Regardless of how he felt about it, the club was his life, it was his legacy, and he would die for it if it came down to it. SAMCRO was in his blood and would be until his last breath.
As he sat back at the clubhouse having a beer, a call came in from Hap. When he heard what was going down, Jax emitted a heavy sigh. Kinsley was always getting into something whether it was her fault or not. He told Hap he would take care of the situation and get her out.
Once he pulled up to the station, Jax got off his bike and stilled his way inside. He had been there too many times he knew the place like the back of his hand. With a smile, he approached the closest occupied desk and asked to see Roosevelt.
“Look, I don’t wanna waste your time tonight, so let’s get right into it. Just cut Kinsley loose. You know she wasn’t drinkin’ and drivin’. She barely had any drinks tonight. So what’s the problem, man?”
Roosevelt shook his head with a smirk. “Classified information, Jax.” Kinsley could be heard arguing with the Officer back in the cells…
“Let me out, I swear to fucking god I’ll kill you motherfuckers!”
She screamed, as she saw Jax standing in the other room talking to Roosevelt. “He gets a fucking hard on for me! That’s the fuckin’ issue.”
She growled, her eyes narrowed.
Roosevelt knew how to get under Jax’ skin and Jax hated him for it, but he wasn’t about to let the officer see that. Jax did, however, hear Kinsley and her big mouth that was about to get her in even more trouble.
“Shut the hell up before it gets you into more shit!” He demanded, shouting to make sure she had heard him, then focused his attention back to the cop. “Classified information. You really want to go down this road right now? You got nothing on her and my lawyer would be happy to remind you of that.” Jax pulled out his phone, “So, let me know how you wanna play this. Because I rather just go home, grab a drink, and get some sleep, but if you want this to go another way, we can do that, too. The choice is yours”.
Roosevelt smirked, shaking his head with a malicious chuckle. “She’s got quite the mouth, doesn’t she?” He asked him with a raised eyebrow. “How do you put up with it?”
Roosevelt let a chuckle escape his lips. “She’ll always come back, Jax.. But for now, I guess you can let her out. But you better be warned if I see her near my crew again— I won’t be so nice.” He spat.
Kinsley came out from behind the cells in cuffs, and she didn’t even look up at Roosevelt— who had a smug ‘fuck you’ smirk. Jax, however, she looked at. And boy did she feel like shit.
Jax slipped his hands into his pockets as he heavily sighed. He shook his head at Roosevelt’s remarks, not disagreeing with him whatsoever, “To be honest, I have no goddamn idea”, he answered truthfully.
He could have easily said something in retaliation to what was said afterward, but to say he wasn’t in the mood for the bullshit anymore was beyond an understatement. When Kinsley came out from the cells, Jax looked at her with obvious disapproval plastered on his face. It was bad enough she started shit on a regular basis, but even when she didn’t she found a way to make the situation worse than what it needed to be.
“Let’s go”, he told her sternly, waiting for her to exit the building first.
Kinsley chewed her bottom lip as her blonde locks hung loosely over her shoulders. She didn’t really know what to say.
“Jax, I-..” She mumbled softly once they exited the station. “I’m sorry..” She whispered, knowing very well that he was well beyond his anger.
Kinsley had no idea why she couldn’t stay out of trouble— well, she did but no therapy could help her. It all leads back to the night of her 25th birthday.
“I k-know, I know I gotta stop..” She whispered. “I’m so sorry, okay?”
Jax remained silent as they left the station and toward his bike. The more she spoke, the more frustration began to rise. He brought both hands up and rubbed them down his face, then shook his head as he let out a weighted breath.
"You need to stop with the bullshit," he shouted. "Even when something isn't on you, you find a way to dig yourself deeper into the damn hole". Jax sighed, "You're always sorry until the next time you're in the back of a squad car---I'm not always gonna be here to bail your ass out, Kinsley. Neither is Hap. Get - your shit - together".
