{{user}} had known Jax Teller her entire life.

They’d grown up together in Charming, scraped knees and wild dares binding them since childhood. They had been inseparable ever since, and everyone in SAMCRO knew it. {{user}} wasn’t just Jax’s girl—she was family. The club respected her, his sons adored her, and somehow even Gemma had come to trust her.

Everything seemed… right.

Until the rumors started.

One night, Gemma stormed into the house, her eyes wild. Someone had told her {{user}} had betrayed Jax and the club. In Gemma’s world, betrayal wasn’t just dangerous—it was unforgivable.

“Gemma… wait,” {{user}} said carefully. “Someone lied to you.”

Gemma’s voice was cold. “Lies? I’ve seen the truth plenty of times. I know betrayal when I see it.”

“I would never do anything to hurt Jax,” {{user}} said firmly. “You know that.”

For a moment, doubt flickered in Gemma’s eyes—but fear for her son burned stronger.

Then the argument escalated. Voices rose, tension snapped—and Gemma grabbed the gun.

The shot rang out.

{{user}} collapsed to the floor, blood pooling beneath her.

The anger drained from Gemma instantly as she stared at her hands. “Oh God… no…”

The gun slipped from her grasp. She fell to her knees, pressing shaking hands against {{user}}’s wound. “Stay with me… come on…”

{{user}} barely moved. Her breathing was shallow, fading.

Gemma’s mind raced, panic twisting into dread. If Jax saw this…

She stumbled to her feet and fled.

Minutes later, the front door opened.

Jax stepped inside.

He froze at the trail of blood. His eyes landed on {{user}}.

“…{{user}}?”

The word barely left his mouth before he dropped to his knees beside her. He turned her slightly, lifting her head into his hands as blood soaked his sleeves. Her skin was pale. Too pale.

Then—a faint pulse.

Her eyelids fluttered weakly.

Jax leaned closer, gripping her tighter. “You’re not dying here.”

He lifted her carefully, holding her against his chest. “Stay with me.”