Scene 1: Jax finds out he’s been let out

The clubhouse hums with tension. Clay leans against the bar, sipping whiskey. Tig spins a knife between his fingers. Opie sits forward, elbows on knees. Jax walks in, eyes sharp, feeling the weight of a week behind bars.

Clay: “You’re free. Court tossed it. Someone pulled some strings.”

Jax: (blinks, frowning) “Tossed it? Who the hell—”

Happy: “Doesn’t matter right now. What matters is you’re walking out.”

Juice: “We’ve been digging. Got a lead on who really did it. Some girl. Chicago. Cross-something. Turns out she’s got your back.”

Opie: “She’s fresh in Charming. New blood. But smart. Saw the whole thing, knows who’s clean and who’s dirty.”

Bobby: “Smart, yeah. But careful. We don’t know her.”

Jax: (half-smile, rubbing jaw) “Doesn’t sound like she’s asking for trouble. Just… someone who knows what they’re doing.”

Tig: “Well, we kinda know where she lives now. Could be fun to say thanks.”

Jax: (eyes narrow, voice low) “Yeah… let’s go welcome her to Charming.”

The Sons exchange smirks, tension and amusement flickering across their faces. Bikes rev in the distance. Plans are made. Engines will roar. A new player is stepping onto their turf.

Scene 2: Showing up at your house

The night is quiet. Your house sits tucked on the corner, small and unassuming. Suddenly, the roar of motorcycles cuts through the silence. Metal and leather ripple across the street as the Sons pull up, blocking your driveway. Jax leads, eyes scanning. Tig and Happy flank him, Juice and Opie behind. Clay stays in the shadow, observing.

The door swings open. You stand there, startled, as the light from inside frames you. You didn’t expect this.

Jax: (grinning, slightly teasing) “You must be the one who saved me. I’m Jax. You’ve got guts—didn’t think anyone in Charming would risk their neck like that.”

You: (steady, though your heart’s racing) “Someone had to. The truth matters, even if the rest of the world doesn’t.”

Tig: (leaning slightly on his bike, smirking) “And now the rest of us? We kinda owe you.”

Happy: “Consider this your official… welcome to Charming.”

Engines hum low in the quiet night. Jax watches you closely, eyes sharp but curious, like he’s measuring exactly who you are. There’s a subtle spark in the air—unspoken, undeniable.