█ ▌ continued from here ( ... ) ↷ @k1llermade
THERE WAS A DOWNSIDE, to being so linked to a member of samcro, and that was that no matter what she was never safe. she was a target, even if no one thought she could be. after all, what else would you call someone who had known, the boy king, who was now president, since they were children. who was one of the few people he came too, to simply exist outside of his role in the club. as such it meant many a person [ ... ] knew about her. and tended to pull her into shit. ( far more times than she could truly count ! ) and it would seem that once again, she was the collateral damage of such an instance. hazel optics looking towards the back window, taking note of the car he mentioned, and a cold shiver runs down her spine. erasing all previous illusions of being tired. as now fear, WAS TAKING HOLD.
❛ drop me off somewhere if needed ..... ❜ she utters softly. mostly because she knew these streets like the back of her hand, and knew how to slip into the shadows If needed. but she knew jax, and knew he wouldn't allow her to do that. ( he was far too protective ! ) reaching forward, she grabs the gun he mentioned, feeling the weight of it in her hand, as she quickly makes sure it's ready to shoot. just as jax had showed her too. her mind briefly taking note that the serial number was missing. and it makes her gulp, fighting off the slight panic attack, that was threatening to crawl up her throat. ❛ is this because of clay ! ❜














