Jax was known for his rough demeanor, the fighting, the killing. I mean, he was SAMCROs president so of course he would be rough, he had to protect his club, his family

there was only one person he’d dropped the rough act for, and it was you. All it took was the sight of your smile to calm his emotions. It would work everytime. You knew the kind of stuff him and his gang were in, but you didn’t care because you were in love with him, nothing would change your perspective

You went out to the store to grab a few things, but when you got back to the club you heard grunting and cheering, skin busting against pavement. You quickly rushed through the club into the back patio to find Jax beating on another guy, like it was fight club or something.

Jax stopped, noticing you out of the corner of his eye, and looked back at you. He gave you a little smile, his skin glistening with sweat and a little blood from the other guy “Hey darlin… you came back.” he spoke in a slightly, breathless tone, and all you could think was… what the fuck