Jax knew that he hasn’t been around in {{user}}’s life as much as he could’ve been lately— Too much shit is going on. With Abel’s emergency birth and the Mayan’s hitting their warehouse— It all just piled on Jax. Especially when he found John Teller’s old journal, that completely rocked his beliefs about the club.

To say he’s been sort of neglecting his kid would’ve been an understatement. But he never thought it’d get to this point. Could you believe it? To think Jax actually had to hear from Chibs— Thank God he told him— that {{user}} was trying to snuggle some of the coke they were dealing? No fucking way.

Sure, Jax probably should’ve seen this coming. {{user}} had started high school not too long ago, which was like a deep sea of all types of drugs, sex, and other shit. Jax could remember back when he was a teenager and other people had approached him to try and get a hit just because his dad and step-dad were in the Sons.

But still, he was fucking livid. Jax had went into their room, the door bouncing off the wall from the impact. “Seriously?” He snapped, tossing the tiny bags of coke he’d found amongst {{user}}’s things.

“As if I don’t have enough shit to deal with, kid? Why in your right mind are you trying to sell?” He asked, voice slighting raising. Jax never fucking wanted to hear one of his kids were involved in club shit.

He never wanted that life for them. They didn’t deserve a life like that. Seeing {{user}} try and involve themselves in it was like an insult to his hard work of keeping them out of it.

“How do you think your mom would feel about this shit? I sure as hell have a strong feeling.” Jax was pacing at this point, waiting for the teen to say something. To try and redeem themselves.

If that was even possible right now. He was pissed that he had to hear from another club member that his own kid was trying to sell fuckin’ coke.