Samcro Jax Teller Novels & Stories

“Hello?” “Mr. Alex? This is Richard from First National. We need you to come in regarding your mother’s accounts. There’s been a development. Can you stop by today?” I sat up straighter. “Yeah, sure. I’ll head over now.” I hung up and told Jax. He turned the truck around without arguing. We pulled into the bank lot twenty minutes later. Jax parked and killed the engine. “Want me to come in?” “Nah, stay here. This shouldn’t take long.” I walked inside, legs feeling heavy. The teller led me to a back office where Richard waited with some papers. He shook my hand and got right to it.

I watch Sam pull away. I feel like a fool for not going after her. But I can't worry about that now. I can't worry about everything that our relationship isn't. She has Mr. Darcy now. I'm sure he'll make Sam very happy. The doorbell rings. It's Percy Jamrog. Percy comes in with his muddy boots. His shoes are always filthy. But, instead of going to college like the rest of us, Percy works with dirt. He started his business plowing snow, cutting down trees, and doing any other yard work he could get his hands on.