ākilling doesnāt make you a monster.ā
@taillspin ā send a sentence.
Ā Ā ā So you believe āem? You think IĀ killed that asshole? ā
Ā Ā Jax could own up to his crimes with God, with his mother, and with Tara. Outside of that, he gave absolutely zero fucks. People did what they had to, to survive, and he stuck to his tenants. Heād never killed a child, and heād never killed a woman. They seemed like simpleĀ things, rules that any man should respect. You donāt fuck with those who deserve protection instead of injury.
Ā Ā The little blonde was out to make him feel better, as if the blood on his hands hadnāt congealed years ago. He was always quick and clean, not one to make people suffer, so long as they didnāt deserve it. Torture didnāt do it for him, deathĀ didnāt get him hard. It was a job, same as any other, he would do it for the club and for his familyā¦
Ā Ā But this? Some cop, some random fucking guy, shot twice by a blonde guy on a motorcycle. People reported that the biker had a cut, because people are stupid, and people are biased. Jax dug his hands into his pockets, a smile in place where there should be a scowl.
Ā Ā ā You donāt know shit, Callie. Not ābout monsters, people, gang shit, none of it. You had better fucking think twice before you come to me, tell me what I am, and what Iām not. We clear?Ā ā He dipped his head, eyebrows flexed upwards as he impressed his point.Ā ā Ā ā