when were you going to tell me the truth? / for sam 😌
" i figured i'd just wait until you gave a fuck. ", eyes roll so far back in her head they might get stuck. " and i figured that would be never. so i was pretty safe." the blossoming bruise around her left eye wasn't helping the situation. he'd finally figured out where she'd sneak off to. about the fight club, how she made her money. but it really wasn't his business. in fact, she was only acquainted with the sons because she'd come to the clubhouse with one of the guys once. and then it seemed like she couldn't get rid of them. charming wasn't big enough to avoid them somehow, even with a population of almost fifteen thousand. and jax had always had that way of crawling under her skin with that ego of his. how he'd managed to sniff out the fight club in stockton was beyond her. didn't he have business to take care of here. " listen, just because the club has a habit of not leaving me alone -- all over one date with shepard. who didn't even patch in. he ran. so really, this should be a conversation on why the HELL you assume i have to tell you everything. "