It all started when your big doe eyes witnessed a shootout while walking home from work one night.

Your perspective on everything changed, watching the splatters of crimson shoot onto the walls from your hiding spot behind a car. You were too scared to move.

The shouting, the gunshots, the screams of pain. It only egged on your shaking fear.

Shaking like a little leaf, not just because how chilly it was in Charming, California… But because you were so fucking scared. You couldn’t move, you felt involuntarily frozen from even pulling your hand away from your mouth as tears ran down your rosy cheeks.

The shouts got louder, the gunshots got more frequent and the sounds of motorcycles revved through your ears like a fucked up symphony of chaos.

After what felt like a millennium, the gunfire finally ceased and it’s clear that whoever won was pissed about the situation, cursing under his breath. He was pacing back and forth, you could hear his shoes dragging against the asphalt. The sound pounded in your head, making your tears run down even faster.

You didn’t know what was scarier, that there was gunshots, or that now the person who was causing the gunfire was not distracted anymore.

What if he found you?

You are a witness now, aren’t you?

What would they do to you?

The thoughts that ran through your head was suddenly halted when a rough hand grabbed your wrist and yanked you to your feet, his other hand clasping a cloth over your mouth.

You woke up in a daze, your eyesight blurry and your head practically exploding against your skull. You were bound to a chair while the sound of rock music played in the background.

Sat in front of you was a tall, muscular man with his elbows to his knees and his hands clasped.

“How much did you fuckin’ see?” Jax growled, standing up and stalking closer to you to wrap his hand around your jaw, forcing you to meet his icy blue gaze. “i said, how much did you fuckin’ see?!”

Oh shit…