Jess arrived at the clubhouse and is in shock. It's like a live porn show. There's another charter visiting. They were fucking the club whores in the main room for everyone to watch.Axel, Bear, and Jett were sitting at the bar with their backs against it watching the show. She saw red, some guys were gonna pay hell for this. Jess stalked up to them and stood there with crossed arms. It took Axel a couple minutes to notice her."Jess! What are you doing here?" Axel asked drunkenly."I think the most important question is what the fuck are you doing here instead of home with me?" Jess demanded."Ah see Prez asked me to come have a beer with him. And I ah, I'm just watching I swear!" Axel replied."So, this was more important than coming home to me?" Jess asked.Axel looked confused. "What! No! Of course not!""Then please explain why you didn't return any of my texts of needing you to come home or answer any of my calls?" Jess demanded."What text, calls? Why? What's wrong?" Axel asked

Axel woke up with a hangover. He sat up in bed rubbing his face. Jess gave him some medicine and water. "Fuck, how much did I drink last night?" Axel groaned. "You tell me? Dad and the brothers brought you back and you were so drunk they had to practically carry you in. Mind to explain how that happened?" Jess asked. "Later, after I've gotten a shower and rid of this headache.” He replied. Axel managed to get some meds for his head and take a shower. Jess packed up what little clothing the brought and had everything ready to leave. Axel comes out of the bathroom dressed and sits down to put on his boots. "So, what did they do last night?" Jess asked. "Baby they didn't hurt me. They just tried to scare me and see where my loyalty was." Axel replied. "I think I passed.""Did you keep it in your pants? I know ya'll went to the club, I could smell cigarettes on you too." Jess asked. "Baby I didn't touch anyone. Your dad tried to get me to accept lap dance but I refused them all." Ax

Flashback of Jag and Randi 2nd/3rd grade. Kids are playing on the playground during recess. Jag being the oldest is always watching out for the other MC kids. His best buddy Sam who is only 4 months younger, does too. He notices Johnny walking over to Randi. He's seen how Johnny watches her. Him, Sam, and Johnny are in 3rd grade while Randi is in second. He picks on her sometimes and Jag knows it's because Johnny likes Randi, but she doesn't like him back. He doesn't like how Johnny constantly looks at her. It kind of pisses him off. So, he makes sure to pay special attention to her whenever he's around. They argue and Johnny pushes her down. Jag walks over to him and punches him knocking him on his butt. Randi is crying because she got dirt on her jeans and scraped her knee in the dirt. Jag offers his hand to help her up. He wipes her tears away with the sleeve of his shirt and gives her a smile. "It's ok Randi, don't cry. I'll protect you." Jag soothes her. "I won't let anyon

"Then why do you let those whores run their mouths like you do? It's downright hurtful to hear that shit!" Randi replies. "Do you have any idea how much that hurts me?" "If the guys knew, they'd give me hell. I'm supposed to be the big bad tough Prez. Not pussy whipped by a girl!" Jag explains. "So it's ok to constantly let them hurt me as long as your rep is protected? Randi demands. "What? No! Shit, I guess I didn't think about it like that." Jag replies."Typical guy, only thinks of himself! Besides, I'm not just some girl! I'm a baddass biker chic!" Randi snorts. "And dammit I'm worth it!" "Do you know how fucking hard it is for a man to go that long? Pure torture!" Jag groans. "Well I'm glad you were tortured. You deserved the self inflicted pain." Randi retorts. "So, have you fucked anyone else?" Jag asks. "No, not exactly." Randi replies. "Explain!" Jag huffs. "Just oral and hands a couple of times." Randi replies. "But it was only after I'd caught you with one your wh

"In the past 4 months we've had seven overdoses. That's almost two per month! We haven't had an overdose since y'alls dads got rid of that last club." He explains. "Drugs is one thing our club has always been against. One thing we won't put up with. A little weed ok, but no coke or any of that other hard shit!" Jag retorts. "That's why my dad and now me always turned a blind eye to your gun running. You always kept it and the drugs out of our area." The sheriff replied. "I don't want to know the details, but a heads up whenever you're dealing with something that might drag me into it would be appreciated." He explains. "Will do." Jag replies. "Here's all the info on the overdoses and missing women. The ages of some of them make me sick!" He replied handing Jag a stack of folders. "Don't worry they're copies. You need any more intel; you know how to reach me." The sheriff replies. Jag nods his head. The sheriff gets up and leaves. The brothers are silent thinking about what they