Samcro Jax Teller Novels & Stories

Samantha crosses her arms and finally addresses Alexander, "How can I help you?" Alexander reins in his anger at the flat tone of his voice. If that's how this was going to be Alexander thinks. "Well for starters you can get your stubborn ass over here and sign those paper's." Alexander pulls the Will's shares documents from his back pocket and holding it up. Samantha narrows her eyes at him considering him for a few moments. She then turns to the man at the counter, who Alexander is now realizing is Jason. They have a quick silent exchange that ends with Jason nodding his head toward a door in the back wall. Samantha looks to the dog, "Shadow, stay." She motions for Alexander to follow. Ale

The place looked like it hadn’t seen new paint in years. “Stay close,” Zac said, stepping out. The inside wasn’t much better. The store was poorly lit and dusty. Shelves leaned with old monitors and tangled wires. A cracked fan spun overhead, producing more noise than breeze. Behind the counter sat an older man with a lined face and thick glasses, flipping through a paper manual. “Good afternoon,” the man greeted, squinting at them. “What can I do for you?” Zac approached the counter and placed Samantha’s phone down gently. “This phone—it’s important. I need it fixed.”

Sam greets with a tip of his head, raising his coffee mug to his lips and taking a slow sip from it. I grunt in response, unable to string words together until I’ve had my morning coffee fix. I reach for the cup in front of me eagerly, swallowing down a scalding gulp before relaxing back into my chair, breathing a contented sigh. “Morning,” I finally reply. Sam picks at a piece of bacon on his breakfast plate as he glances around, leaning in a little closer and dropping his voice low. “So what did Jax want to talk about at the end of the night?”

I teased and got a raised finger in response. “Wassup ?” Samantha asked. The assassin looked breathless as she logged into our video chat. "I wanna kill my mate's evil father- the one who got preggy and I wanna hire you for the job. The payment will be that Kai will stop farting on your face in the mornings." "The pay is shit, Sammy,” the apparent victim tried to save his ass. "So is your fart,” Samantha deadpanned. "I will take the job, Jax. That thing stinks and might even kill at its hottest,” the assassin said and Kai could not stop huffing about 'Blood is thicker than water' and how we were "Bad blood".

Snake returned from the store and went to Sam's kitchen and put away the groceries. He also brought the girls Chinese. After they ate the girls hugged Sam and left. Sam's cell phone rang. "Hello?" Sam answered. "Sam, I'm at the hospital and you need to get down here asap." Jax replied. "Sam? You hear me?" Jax repeated. "Yea, yeah, be right there." Sam agreed and hung up. "Was that Jax? What's wrong?" Snake asked.

Jax just offered a slow, cold shrug, his silver eyes completely devoid of mercy as he leaned casually against the edge of the console. "I didn't," Jax replied, his voice a smooth, lethal drawl that echoed in the freezing room. "I just keep him on a very generous retainer. I pay him significantly more than whoever is, say... trying to get rid of files of a delicate nature." Jax tapped a heavy finger against the desk. "And thanks for the wire transfer, by the way. Now we have your ghost accounts, too." Miller trembled so violently his teeth actually chattered. He tried to push his chair back, desperately trying to put distance between himself and the console, but his chair hit something solid.

Jax said, holding up a finger like he’d just had an idea, “we do have a tiny emergency stash in the back for special occasions. Like when a client’s about to get a face tattoo and needs to chill for five minutes. It’s not much—couple fingers of scotch in a flask we keep for ourselves. If you want a sip, literally two fingers max, we can do that. But only if you’re still sure after. And we’re watching you like hawks to make sure you’re good.” I looked between them. “You’d really do that?” Marcus shrugged. “It’s your birthday. You walked in here wanting to shake things up. We’re not gonna let you leave feeling like you chickened out because of nerves. But we’re also not gonna let you do someth

Taking his hand in mine I jaywalked across the main street seeing my mom's store busy with customers. "Simona will be preoccupied with her business," I mumbled down to Sawyer. His head turned toward the holistic shop and he hissed, catching several odd looks from a few passersby. Shaking my head I entered the bank and waited for an empty teller. Getting to one I asked her for access to my dropbox. I gave her my name and other information as she entered it into the computer. She tapped her ink pen on the counter and then shook her head at what she was viewing on the computer screen before her.

"Does your pocket contain pack resources?" "Yes." "Navigate your boots to the medical supply store on the corner and secure a box of latex protection barriers. If the retail clerk queries your age, state the supplies belong to your biological father. If the specialized pharmacy is locked, standard convenience markets carry the inventory. Once the item is in your palm, you must..." "My brain comprehends the strategy." Samuel cuts the communication loop, sprinting directly toward the restaurant’s front reception counter. "Elders, direct my eyes to the nearest medical store or basic market supply den."