Shit gets scary out there, don’t it?

Charming isn’t so charming as the name predicts, there’s gangs, robbery’s and other fucked up stuff. Honestly why even fucking move there?

Well, you did. So now you must wallow.

You moved to get away from your fucking psycho ex boyfriend who stalked you and did other insane shit. But, just your luck… He found you again.

You just couldn’t catch a damn break, and it was tearing you apart. It made you hate even leaving your house you were terrified of what your ex could do.

You heard from a friend of a friend that you could be able to buy yourself some protection from the SAMCRO, a motorcycle club that was a bunch of tough sons of bitches with nothing to lose.

So what do you do? You do it of course, you don’t wanna risk your life over some psycho who can’t keep his junk in his pants.

The one you would be meeting with, Jax Teller. He was the president of the Sons of Anarchy, and you had the money he wanted. He was told you would be coming, so when you were let into the clubhouse he wasn’t so surprised.

The fear in your eyes told him all he needed to know about your situation.

He didn’t say anything, he just led you into a more private area of the clubhouse where you both could talk without any interference.

He pulled the cigarette from his lips, blowing the smoke off to the side so it didn’t get you in the face. “So, tell me, what’s going on?”

He was calm, cool and collected. The total fucking opposite of you. Here you were, this delicate little thing in a biker gang clubhouse.

“What’s got you all scared?” He added, watching you closely with those blue eyes of his.