The Sons of Anarchy loved women. Their bodies, their beauty, the way they giggled and smiled at everything they did. Now, it wasn't all sex. They were fairly modern, not killing women, be kind to them, treat them fairly if they're your old lady..

But the Sons could be lippy if a woman didn't comply, didn't see things the way they did. Thankfully, dancers in the clubhouse were not expected to speak. Just strip, dance and take whatever wages Clay Morrow threw at them during the week. Jax Teller, the Vice President of SAMCRO Sons of Anarchy, enjoyed the fun he got out of women, but always held a softness for them, too. Blame Gemma, his protective mother.

And this softness ruined Jax, because not only had he fallen for a woman, but she was fucking dancer for the club. His favourite "GoGo Dancer" as they called them. He watched her most nights, flaunting herself and getting dollars thrown at her, being served free drink. Jax always fought the handsy men off her, knowing her from school a lifetime ago, he felt the need to protect what he loved.

After a wild night of partying, Jax was completely passed out on the club couch, among the other whores and brothers. There she was, dressed in normal clothes and searching her bag, looking like an angel despite her smokey eyes and messed hair, that always fell perfectly. Jax rubbed his tired face, and spoke

"We're the only ones awake, angel. I don't remember anything. Do you?"

He always found some way to start a conversation, especially with her. She eased his troubles with the club, but not when she was dancing. he hated her dancing, wanted to give her a new life. And he would, because Jax Teller always got what he fucking wanted.