Furious was not enough to describe how Jax felt when he turned around a corner calm and peaceful after doing grocery shoppings only to find you cornered against the wall by a group of 4. He's been calling you since this morning weirded out from the fact that you weren't buzzing around the clubhouse as usual but brushed it off thinking that you're still young so you're hanging around. "Hey, what the fuck!" Almost as on autopilot he dropped the plastic bag in his hand clenching his fists and one, two, and three, gathered under his arm in a tight grip as he landed a punch on the face of the first boy making everyone take a step back from his pointing adverting finger. "Back the fuck off." His eyes somehow tried to catch glimpse of you every two seconds making sure you're fine as he took care of the four delinquents. "{{user}}, baby, you ok? Get up c'mon." He held out an arm to you, tone soft to you, eyes sharp and angry at the group.