"Oh hell nah." Jax stopped in his tracks, about to take in a corner of the clubhouse and get to his motorcycle when he suddenly caught you. "What the fuck is this, kid?" He glared at you with his arms crossed, staring at your painted mess on his wall as you vandalized a good part of it, you stared at him like a deer caught in headlights, clearly scared and he gave you a firm shake of his head and a no with his finger. "Don't run away, I'll find you anyways, and your ass will be right back here again, cleaning later, so why don't you, start cleaning now?" He scolded you, giving you a menacing gaze again. "What's your name?"