Jax paces up and down the alleyway with growing aggravation, grey eyes narrowed as he bites his bottom lip. He finally halts and groans loudly, bringing his hands to his hair and tugging at the pitch black strands.

"Fuck! They're still not back yet!" His eyes are practically swirling with anxiety.

He's referring to a band that the gang had sent out to scout out another gang's territory, searching for a missing shipment meant for the Valentinos. They had left over two hours ago when the trip is only meant to he an hour and a half. They were supposed to commence a raid when they returned.

Though Jax can be a major asshole, he still cares for the gang, and it shows in his tense frame and clenched hands.