Rolling your eyes as you brought the wine glass to your lips. The rumble of the bikes that had just pulled up could be heard over the music that was playing in the bar. It sounded like a swarm of angry bees were waiting to come and invade the place. The girls saw you roll your eyes, downing the rest of your wine without a second thought. They all knew how you felt about bikers.

“Well girls, this is just what we need.” You huffed, grabbing the bottle from the middle of the table, pouring yourself another large glass of wine. “Some grungy fucking bikers here to ruin our afternoon, thinking that they own the god damn place.” Your brows knitted together as you spoke. “Like I thought they all had their own bars or something, so why do they have to come and disturb the peace we have here.”

It had been a long week in the office, you had been dealing with dickheads all week. Today was Friday and being the boss you had put a rule in that every Friday the whole office closed at one pm. Luckily for you, the girls that worked for you were friends, your best friend being your assistant manager, meaning that Friday afternoons were always spent in the local bar.

Turning your gaze to the door, you glanced back to your best friend. She knew you were thinking of ditching before the afternoon was ruined. “Don’t even think about it.” She said under her breath, gently kicking your shin. “You have had the shitest week ever and we aren’t going to let some grungy bikers spoil anything.”

Pouting at her, you pulled your glass to your lips taking a large gulp of the liquid goodness. She was right as always, you weren’t going to let some wanna be bad boys ruin your time. “I’m going for a smoke.” You hummed, pushing yourself to your feet, smoothing down your dress as you stood up. Slipping your leather jacket over your body, you nodded at your best friend who instantly stood to her feet and the pair of you headed out to the smoking area.

After getting your nicotine fix you headed back inside, your glass still in hand, taking another large gulp of your drink. You looked up at the door just as the bikers walked into the bar. The moment your eyes landed on the blonde you spat your drink out as you started to choke. You weren't expecting him to be so good looking.

Jade noticed this as well, and a small smirk played on her face at your reaction. “You good girl?” She asked, patting your back, trying to hold back a laugh.

“I think so.” You breathed, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand, feeling rather embarrassed over your response. Taking another glance at the group of bikers, your skin started to heat up at the sight of the blondie, whose eyes sparkled in the dimly lit bar.

You weren’t afraid to say you had a type when it came to men, you always went for the same type of guy. Tall, blonde, cocky but clean cut, basically the businessman was your type. But here stood a male that flipped your world upside down with just a quick glance. It was like the universe had taken your idea of your dream man, slapped some ink and leather on him and presented him to you.

Pulling your lip in between your teeth as he locked his gaze with yours. You didn’t know if it was to do with the bottle and a half of wine or what but you were feeling like today would be the day you lived on the wild side. The week had been shit and you knew just by looking at the Blonde biker he would be able to make you forget about work and help wash away the stress of the week.

“Oh god,” Jade laughed, slapping her hand down on your shoulder. “You two are basically having eye sex from across the room.” She shouted down your ear, causing you to break eye contact. “What's the game plan?”

“There is no game plan.” You said, trying to hide the fact you were feeling things for the biker. “Nothing will happen, we are from different walks of life.”

“Well then, if nothing is going to happen, why have you got the spark in your eyes and you are doing that thing you do with your hair when you like someone.” She smirked, making your eyes go wide realising she was right. Her smirk grew as you let go of your loose curls, making your way to the bar.

“I need a drink.”

“We have plenty of wine on the table.”

“Well I need something a bit stronger than wine.” You laughed, sliding onto the bar stool. Downing the remainder of the wine in your glass. You had your back to the rest of the room, so you didn’t know that the Blonde biker was headed your way, but Jade saw and she smirked.

“Just remember if you leave with him let me know.” She winked, before walking off leaving you confused, you weren't going to make the first move.

The silence was broken the moment you heard a husky voice from behind you, “Looks like you could use a drinking partner Darlin’,” he was standing so close to you, you could feel the warmth of his breath on the back of your neck. Squeezing your eyes closed, you mentally cursed yourself as to how your body started to react at his voice.

He soon moved around you, quickly sliding onto the empty stool next to you, with a smirk on his face, that would have made you weak at the knees if you were standing. Looking up from the bar you took a moment to take in his features. You knew he wasn’t like the normal guys you had fucked or dated, one look at him and you knew that he would give you the best night of your life and if you were being honest you needed someone to fuck the stress away. Automatically without thinking you reached up and softly grazed your fingers over the bruise that was sitting proud under his eye.

His eyes never moved from you, it was like you were the only girl in the room right now. He briefly let his eyes flutter close at your soft touch, realising that it was one thing he missed the most. The intimacy of someone else.

As he opened his eyes, he saw you biting on your bottom lip, looking up at him through your lashes. Dropping his eyes, he let his gaze run over your very exposed cleavage, before travelling further south to the edge of the material which finished in the middle of your thigh. He reached out and started tracing his fingers over your thigh tattoo. The feeling of his calloused fingers sent shocks through your body, your stomach flipping at the feeling of him letting his fingers wander higher up your thigh.

“Jax.” He nodded, smirking at you when he realised you weren’t stopping his hand. Letting him slowly move his fingers further up your thighs until he reaches your core, resting his fingers over your covered pussy. “I have a feeling you will be screaming my name shortly.”

You were like putty in his hand right now, you were mesmerised at how forward he was being and you loved it. “Y/N” You giggled, wiggling your hips so you were basically grinding slowly against his fingers.

Leaning forward he rested his lips against your ear, whispering “Something tells me you aren’t going to be as innocent as you look.” His teeth gently grazed the shell as he spoke, cousin a shiver to run down your spine.

“Guess you are just going to have to find out aren’t you.” You giggled, resting your hand on his chest. It was at this moment you realised that you wanted to take a tour on the wild side and something told you that Jax was going to be the perfect tour guide.

Everything was wrong.

This wasn’t how your life was meant to have panned out, but here you were, standing in the bridal suite of some overly posh stately home, wearing a dress you hated, waiting to walk down the aisle to someone who you didn’t love.

You didn’t even recognise the person staring back at you in the reflection.

The dress was pure white and felt like a giant lace tablecloth, itching every part of your skin. You felt like the high conservative neckline was cutting off your airway and there wasn’t a hair out of place. All of your tattoos had been purposefully covered with the long sleeves hiding your true colour and your past that your ‘family’ saw as a stain.

It was official your life was over

The fire you held for life had been extinguished all because you bit your tongue and didn’t tell the person who held your heart just how you really felt.

Every single day you drowned in regret of walking away from your soul mate and your one true family, but it was the only way of you being able to protect yourself and your heart. You couldn’t sit around watching him with a different girl every night so you did one thing you never thought you’d do, go back to the people that were no longer family.

The moment you walked back into that ridiculous mansion you knew you didn’t belong. From that dark day your so-called parents organised a sham marriage and ran some stupid press release stating that you had seen the light, repenting your sins and had finally come back home leaving your rebellious phase in the past but they still looked at you with hate in their heart, it was like you were a piece of shit on their shoes or a stain they couldn’t get out no matter how hard they tried.

They hated the fact you had been arrested multiple times and had a long rap sheet to accompany the nights you spent in a cell. So just like that you woke up one morning to the news they had spoken to a judge and had got your record expunged, no doubt they had paid a pretty penny to get your past hidden.

It was a fresh start you never wanted or asked for.

All you wanted to do was pick the phone up and rang the person your heart was screaming out for but you buried the feelings and temptation. Letting out a shaky breath you fumbled around in your bag pulling out your crumpled pack of smokes, yet another thing they despised but it was one thing you refused to give up.

Placing the cigarette between your blood red lips you quickly lit the end, taking a long drag letting the smoke fill your lungs. You knew you weren’t allowed to smoke in the room but you didn’t give a fuck, your mind was spinning and you had no where else to turn.

“I wish,” you breathed, trying not to let the tears roll down your cheeks, you weren speaking to anyone in particular but you just needed to get the words out. “I wish so could tell you how I feel”

All of a sudden it felt like the walls were closing in on you, letting your eyes flutter closed as the room suddenly filled with the one scent you would never forget.

Tobacco, leather and whisky mixed with the spicy scent of his cologne.

It was the best smell in the world and without turning around you knew who was standing behind you, you didn’t have a clue how he managed to sneak into the room let alone the stately home especially with the amount of security that had been hired to keep the trouble out, making sure today went perfectly.

“Fuck me,” that familar voice finally breathed after what felt like an eternity had passed, “you look breathtaking.”

Every single hair on your body was standing on end hearing him say those words, all you wanted to do was run into his arms but you were frozen to the spot. The only thing your body would allow you to do was open your eyes.

Turning your gaze to the mirror you took a long drag of the cigarette as you locked eyes through the reflection.

There he was, the person who owned your heart, leaning against the large wooden door frame. Leather hanging perfectly from his shoulders and a sad smile on his face.

“Hi Darlin’,” he hummed, not moving from his spot, “it’s been awhile, you aren’t an easy person to track down.”

“Maybe I didn’t want to be found,” you huffed, swallowing down the lump in your throat. You both knew that was a lie and you were just protecting your pride. There were two people that knew where you were, and both of them knew what today was. There was always a risk of keeping in contact with Gemma and Chibs, that risk had now reared its head but deep down maybe this was what you wanted. “How long have you been standing there?”

“Long enough,” he whispered, pushing himself from the door frame, taking a couple of large strides across the room, closing the space between the two of you. The air was being sucked out of the room and the tension was building between the two of you, like a pot on the stove waiting to boil over. “This wasn’t how things were meant to play out.”

Letting out a shaky breath you finally turned around to face Jax, the moment you stared into his blue eyes you felt your resolve starting to crumble. It was like nothing else mattered. The words were caught in your throat, you had so many things you wanted to tell him, or more so scream but no matter how hard you tried nothing came out.

“I’ve been lying to myself for years, sunshine,” Jax whispered, tears glistening in his eyes as he slowly reached out, taking your hand in his. The moment he linked his fingers between yours, you felt your stomach erupt with fireworks. “In fact I think we both have, I heard you say you wish you could tell me how you feel.”

It was like your heart knew what was happening but in this moment you were pissed off, why now? Why today? You had so many questions and not enough answers.

Once again you found yourself biting your cheek because when you and Jax caught it was like you were setting the world on fire.

“Sunshine,” he breathed, brushing his thumb over the top of your hand, his voice was low and you could tell he was trying not to cry, “I have fucked up so many ways, I should have told you this years ago, but I fucking love you,” he paused finally letting the tears roll down his cheeks, “I always have.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing, those 3 words you had longed to hear but for some reason all that filled your veins as anger.

““You love me?” You repeated, taking a step back putting some distance between the two of you, pulling your hand out of his. Pinching the bridge of your nose you tried not to let the tears fall down your face, taking a deep breath trying to keep your temper at bay. “Then why the hell did you let me believe you fucking didn’t?”

Jax roughly wiped away the tears, the sad smile once again making an appearance, he stayed quiet for a moment whilst he put a cigarette between his lips, extending his hand out to offer you one, which you accepted needing a distraction.

“I didn’t want to lose you,” he admitted, struggling to make eye contact at this point, “but I fucked that up didn’t I?” he half laughed, trying to hide the pain, “I ended up losing you anyway, ended up losing my best friend, the people my heart has been screaming out for since we were teens.”

“Why today?” Out of all the questions you had that was the only one that would come out. “You could have found me any day in the past year but instead you came on my wedding day.”

Jax knew as well as you did, you didn’t belong here, you belonged back in charming, on the back of Jax’s bike or in the garage with your hands covered in grease as you worked on your latest project car.

“Because this isn’t you, sunshine,” he whispered, every time he used the nickname he had for you, your heart wanted to explode, “Mom told me by the way, I think she hoped that it would bring me to my senses and I guess it did,” he sighed, once again fighting the tears. “I know we have a lot to talk about and I’m not expecting you to become my ol’ lady overnight but please just come home, back to the family you deserve and where you belong.”

All you wanted to do was be back in Charming, being able to be your true self.

“I don’t have any other clothes,” you whispered, laughing slightly, “all I have is this god awful dress,”

“You still took my breath away,” he smirked, shrugging the back pack from his shoulders, leaving you confused on how you didn’t notice that when he first entered the room. “But it’s not something you’d pick, it’s urm, too white for a start,” he chuckled, dropping his focus to the backpack, “good job I brought you this,” he winked, throwing the bag to you.

You caught it with ease and found yourself pulling out a pair of ripped skinny jeans, your cut off Samcro vest top and a pair of brand new air force ones. “You came prepared,” you hummed, dropping the bag and instantly pulling the millions of pins out of your hair.

“I wasn’t going to take no for an answer,” he smirked, walking across the room until he was now behind you, offering a hand in taking your hair down before he found the zip of the dress. His movements were slow and excruciating, your skin was erupting with sparks as he pulled the zip down to your hips. “Now come on, get changed I’m sure I heard someone calling your name.”

You had never gotten changed as quickly as you did in that moment, the minute you pulled the denim over your body you started feeling more yourself, you were done and you were going home and nobody could stop you. Taking one last glance in the mirror you could help but laugh as you found yourself actually liking the makeup, it paired well with your edgy look. Smirking to yourself, you ran your fingers through your hair giving it a good shake, the old you was back!!

“Why aren’t you ready yet?” Your ‘father’ screamed as he saw the expensive gown crumpled in a pile on the floor.

“Well, Reginald,” you sneered, standing with your shoulders back feeling you could take on the world, “I don’t belong here, so fuck you, and fuck this wedding!”

“You are making a big mistake,” he growled, trying to step closer to you but Jax was quicker, acting like a human shield.

“You take on more fucking step and I will put a bullet between your goddamn eye,” Jax snarled, venom dripping on every word, “now move out of the fucking way because I am taking this angel home back to her really family.”

“Angel?” Reginald questioned, raising a brow as he followed Jax’s orders, “she’s the fucking devil reincarnated.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at his comment, if only he knew half of the things you got away with during your teenage years. One thing was for sure it would have put him in an early grave.

“Let’s get one thing straight here, Regi,” Jax said lowly, “us Tellers have a thing for the devil,but if I ever hear you call my sunshine that again I will end you.”

Nothing else was said after Jax’s 2nd threat, which wasn’t surprising knowing how wimpy your biological family was, your heart was practically beating out of your chest watching the man you have loved all your life defend your honour.

You didn’t know what life was going to hold from this moment on but all you knew as you linked your fingers with Jax’s that things could only get better from here.

You were finally going home.

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