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WHISPERS IN THE DARK / PROLOGUE

witch x witch hunter [original story] ☾

authors note; I'm really excited for this story and I'm glad a few people are already interested. The cast and trigger warning list is here. I know this is different from the stuff I write usually but I'd totally appreciate it if you could give this one a chance. thank you 🖤🫶🏻

you can find all chapters of this story in my main masterlist {pinned post}, it'll lead you to the right masterlist! Every like, comment and/or repost is welcome and appreciated!

tag list; @secretlysamcro @horrorseventhree @sjester42-blog @bonnyclydecat @marleyelona @staley83

word count; 1174

As Elle ran for her life, the soles of her feet were burning as the leaves and small braches rustled and snapped beneath her bare feet, her faint, delicate skin covered in damp earth and moss. The tree branches slashed at her face, leaving marks on her skin as she increased her pace. Her lungs had long since begun to burn, but she couldn't stop if she wanted to survive. The pit of her stomach filled with dread, she glanced back, shielding her face with her arms to escape the pain of the branches hitting her. He was still there, the man, and he was hot on her heels, only a few steps behind herᅳ and yet he still couldn't reach out and tackle her to the ground.

A scream of sheer terror caught in her throat as she tripped over a gnarled root and landed on her knees, her hands digging into the earth. White clouds of breath rose in front of her face, her eyes squeezed shut as a large hand grabbed her shoulder, his fingers painfully digging into her flesh. A chill ran through her body, her pulse racing, and her heartbeat so strong she could feel it in her throat. It was too late, he had her.

"Please," she whispered softly into the dark forest as she tried keep a brave face while facing her fate, the only light the silver moonlight. "Don't hurt me."

With a dull thud, her back landed on the ground as the stranger easily yanked her around, letting out another gasp at the impact. Her body, clad in nothing but a flowing, now dirty white dress, shook with fear. In horror, she stared into the blurred face, framed by blond strands that fell into the attacker's eyes. His breath, as ragged and hot as hers, brushed her skin. With a low grunt, his hand shot up to grip her throat, rough and possessive. The material of his rings was cool against her hot skin, giving her goosebumps. Again she tried to plead, but her lips parted to no avail.

Her delicate, dirt-covered fingers gripped his wrist as his knees sank into the earth next to her, his body hovering above hers now. No matter how deeply she dug her fingernails into his skin, he didn't step back, didn't let go. No, he choked her harder, as if it were his destiny to snap her neck beneath his grip. The stranger lowered himself, his weight now heavier on her, and brought his lips close to her ear. His scent filled her senses, eliciting a strangled whimper as she immediately recognized the scent.

Her husband's.

"Witches don't belong here." His words were a dark, menacing whisper, almost a snarl, and had her frozen in place. "You're nothin' but trouble, and I'm here to take care of that."

As the first tears trickled down her cheeks and were absorbed by her disheveled brown hair, everything suddenly went black, and only her husband's distant voice crept into her mind, drowning out everything else.

The brunette shot up with a soft gasp, definitely awake now and eyes wide open, sitting bolt upright in bed, looking around frantically. Drenched in sweat, a hand flew to her chest, clutching the white, oversized shirt that was partially clinging to her skin until she met the piercing blue eyes of her husband that looked at her with concern under the dim light of the bedside lamp.

"Hey, you're okay," the blonde croaked next to her as he massaged her back with soothing movements of his hand, pushing his hair back with his other hand. "You had another nightmare, babe."

With furrowed eyebrows and a thick lump sitting in her throat, the next words stumbled from her lips, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you, baby."

"Stop apologizing." James just shook his head as he gently pulled his wife closer, visibly worried by her frightened demeanor. "Was it the same dream?"

The question was unnecessary, James knew that. His wife had been suffering from the same nightmares for two weeksᅳ and someone was always chasing after her, that much he knew. What he didn't know was that they were about him; a detail Elle had kept from him for his sake, so as not to worry him even more.

"Yeah, the same dream," Elle told him in a whisper as she snuggled into James' arms and wrapped hers around his waist. "I just don't get it. Why do I have them? And why every god damn night?"

With his arms firmly around the brunette and his chin resting on top of her head, James let out a deep sigh, his voice still tinged with tiredness. "I don't know, babe. Maybe the change and stress of the last few weeks, sometimes that kind of thing leaves its mark."

"Yeah, maybe," the brunette mused, but deep down, she was plagued by a completely different feeling, something more profoundᅳbut she couldn't put her finger on what it was. "I just hope it stops soon, I'm getting tired of this."

"It will, I'm sure of it." James' answer was firm, full of confidence as he pushed her back slightly to look down at her, his hands now braced against her upper arms while his eyes searched for her green ones. "Come on, try to get some more sleep. You're gettin' far too little of it at the moment, darlin'."

Elle heaved the smallest smile as their eyes met, so much compassion in her husband's that it almost made her tear up. "I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Good thing you don't have to think about it," he replied with that cocky grin of his before dragging a hand down his face and pulling her back with him, pulling her close. "You're safe here, babe. You'll always be safe with me."

Elle hummed softly against her husband's chest after burying her face against it, just enough to still get enough air. "I know I'm safe with you."

She was safe. James would never do anything to her, never hurt her. That man couldn't even yell at her let alone lay his hands on a woman. Whatever was behind those dreams meant absolutely nothing; even if it felt that way. James planted a kiss against her forehead, the blanket rustling above them as they both shifted into a more comfortable position, and silence fell. A silence that weighed heavily on Elle, but she didn't want to keep James awake any longer. Unlike her, he had to get up early for work tomorrow.

"I love you, so much," she murmured as she listened to James's breath becoming more even, calmer. "Thank you for always being there."

"Nothin' to thank me for, darlin'," came back in a croak from him, the warmth he radiated a soothing contrast to the cold feeling rushing through Elle's body. "I love you too, babe."

With a smile, the brunette closed her eyes, safe and secure in James' arms. He was her safe place; and nothing could change that.

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Sanctified

Pairing: Jax Teller x F!Reader Word Count: 500 Summary: Jax never thought he could be whole again after Tara left, until you. Warnings: 18+ only please, hurt/comfort, emotional healing, Soft!Jax, slow burn vibes A/N: I'm just really deep in my Jax feels 🥺 tonight so here's this. ✨All feedback (reblogs, comments, likes) is much appreciated and encouraged!!✨ Enjoy babes! 🩷

Jax used to think that there were parts of him that would stay broken forever.

Some nights, he’d sit on the old rooftop outside the clubhouse, a cigarette burning slowly between his fingers, convinced there wasn’t enough left in him to give to anyone.

Not the good parts, at least - and certainly not the soft ones. Tara had taken those with her when she left him, walking away with all the pieces of the man he was trying to be. What she left behind was the outlaw, the fury, and all the wreckage that came with him.

But then you happened. And somehow, without even trying, you began to gather all those broken edges he thought no one would ever want to touch - all the parts he thought were too sharp to hold.

You didn’t come into his life loudly. You didn’t demand his attention or try to fix him with some kind of silly optimism. You just… existed. Showing up on his worst days without asking for more than what he could give - steady, stubborn, forgiving.  

And even when, especially when, he gave you nothing - you stayed anyway.

Jax didn’t know what to do with that at first. Didn’t know what to do with the way your laughter threaded through the cracks in him, or how the soft graze of your fingers across his skin made him feel like flesh and blood again, instead of something hollow and irreparable - stitched together by guilt and regret. You only looked at him like maybe it didn’t scare you.

You brought color into a world he’d resigned to being nothing but grey and desolate.

Now he watches you sometimes when you don’t know he’s looking. Watches the way you move through a room, the way you talk with your hands - animated and unapologetic, the way your eyes shine when you’re passionate about something. You’ve got this calm inside you, but it’s not soft, it’s wild in its own right.

And fuck if that didn’t break him wide open.

He swore he’d never fall again, swore the club was the only thing left in his life worth bleeding for.

But then you curled into his bed one night, wrapped in one of his favorite flannels - your cheeks tinted pink and warm to the touch from the whiskey you’d both been sipping. You looked at him like he wasn’t something broken, like he was a man who could be loved, still. And for the first time in years, he believed it.

So yeah. Loving you isn’t something Jax chose, it’s just something he does.

And he’ll never say it out loud, not the full weight of it, not yet, but he thinks that maybe you already know. Because when you reach for him - when you brush over old wounds like they’re nothing to be ashamed of, like he’s still something whole despite it all, he swears it feels like maybe there’s still something in him worth saving.

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Come back, I have to tell you the plot of a fic I’ll never write and get you excited about it so we can all be disappointed with me later

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In Till it’s Gone, how did Jax and reader meet? Like it doesn’t sound like she’s part or knows anyone else in the club. It’s cool if there’s no answer, I was just wondering 😊

The place was barely alive. A flickering ‘OPEN’ sign buzzing in the window, hanging on by a thread. It smelt like burnt bacon and grease, but you didn’t come for the food, just the quiet.

There were only two other people inside, the half asleep trucker slumped at one side, and the man in the corner booth. You clocked him immediately, blonde, broad shoulders, sitting like he was trying to disappear. Handsome in away that felt dangerous, like he didn’t just carry trouble, he was trouble.

Still, you found yourself walking over, sliding into the booth across from him like it wasn’t even a choice. He looks up, blue eyes landing on you slow, but he didn’t tell you to leave, didn’t ask what you were doing, just cocked his eyebrow slightly.

“This seat taken?” You ask, even though you’re already sat in it.

“Would it matter if it was?…” He replies, a dry smile tugging at his lips. “…this your thing? sittin�� with strangers at 2am?”

“No, you just looked like you might say something worth hearing” you smile a little, forcing a full one from him now. “Rough night?” You add, taking a sip from your coffee.

His eyes drop to the table as he lets out the smallest scoff. “Rough year”

You lean back casually, studying him over your mug. “So…what’s her name?”

He blinks, taken back by your bluntness “what makes you think there’s a her?”

“You’ve got that look…like you’re tryin’ to work out what the fuck you’re about to walk back into” you say, also gesturing to the wedding band on his finger.

He nods slowly, looking out the window before answering “Tara…my wife”

“And…” you poke a little more.

“And…it’s got to the point where I’m sat in a diner at 2am telling some stranger about my problems”

You laugh, and so does he “well shit” you say, adjusting positions in your seat, before offering out your hand towards him. “y/n”.

“Jax” he says, his voice low and rough like it’s been a long night, and a longer life. His hand wraps around yours, warm and solid. The coldness of his rings brushing against your skin. You notice the way his thumb grazes lightly against yours skin before he pulls back, and the way his tongue flicks across his bottom lip like he’s already thinking things he shouldn’t.

You stay seated together, no pressure and no expectations. The conversation happens easy, natural, like neither of you were planning to talk to anyone tonight, but the stars had different ideas.

The two of you begin to open up just a little. He mentions his wife again, tells you things aren’t great. Doesn’t get too into it, but you can tell by the look in his eyes he’s already halfway out the door.

“You ever think about just…walking away?” You ask softly.

His jaw flexes “More than I probably should, but I got my sons to think about too”

You share some of your own shit too, not trying to impress him, or trying to be cute, just being real. And he likes that, you can tell by the way he leans in when you talk, the way he watches you like he’s trying to figure you out. You both laugh a little, flirt a little. Nothing over the top, just enough that you can both feel the charge in the air.

When you finally stand to leave, you feel the hesitation in your own body, like you’re pulling away from something already trying to consume you.

“I hope whatever’s broken at home figures itself out” you say gently, “but if you’re ever here again…I’ll keep you company”

He watches you closely his eyes tracing your face before that slow knowing smirk appears “see you tomorrow, same time?” It’s not a question, more like an invitation.

“Same time” you echo, confirming the start of what’s about to turn into something so much deeper.

xoxo secretly samcro

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SOA GUYS 🥀

kinda wanna do posts like these of all my favorite shows. 🖤

show; sons of anarchy

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𝑁𝑜𝑡 𝑆𝑜 𝐿𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑦 | 𝑃𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑂𝑛𝑒

Black female reader x Jax Teller Possible spoilers, violence, explicit & threatening language, kidnapping (knowing me - eventual smut) & eventual Stockholm syndrome (kinda?) If you’re under the age of 18, haven't finished the show, or dislike any of said topics, please read no further.

So this is my first ever original [by original, I mean not requested by someone else] part series! I hope you guys love. Will be multiple parts, just not sure how many yet. Let me know if you'd like to be in the tag list!

You knew taking the shortcut home was probably the wrong fucking idea, but after two pitchers of rum punch, half a smoked blunt, tequila shots and slut drops, you waited outside the club for over 30 minutes for your friends, who had disappeared somewhere between all of that. Fuck it. Your phone was dead, you had your heels swinging in your hand and your bladder was about to burst.

It was only a fifteen minute walk home, but halfway there, the pressure in your stomach became impossible to ignore. You slowed, scanning your surroundings then stumbled your way into a quiet alley between two warehouses, mumbling to yourself. ‘Real classy girl, love that for you’ You crouch low, behind a dumpster trying to be quick but before you could even handle your business, you hear it.

Voices, angry and dangerous. You freeze. The hairs on the back of your neck now standing to attention. “You thought we wouldn’t find out?” A voice growls, sharp and low “you hurt one of ours, we hurt you back. That’s how this works”

You hover forward slightly, three men stand with their backs to you. Their faces aren’t visible but the bold letters stitched across their backs? Yeah, shit was about to get real. The bodies are circling another figure kneeling against the concrete. His face is bloodied, eyes wide with fear but his pleas completely ignored.

“You fuck with the Sons of Anarchy…” the voice continues, cold as ice. “…you pay the price”

A single gunshot shatters the stillness.

You flinch violently, your hand clamps over your mouth before the scream could slip. That drunken balance, fails you. Your ass hits the filthy ground hard, landing in the piss you were trying so desperately to hold in. Your panties are still tangled around your thighs and your dress bundled up above your waist. You freeze, your heart hammering violently, praying they didn't hear. And for a moment, nobody moves.

Then, the men's voices pick up again, absolutely oblivious.

"Clean this up Hap. Rat's comin' in the second van to dump him. Needs to be on AB territory"

"You got it brother" another responds, his voice monotone but gravelly.

Another voice then speaks up nervously, slightly hesitant "Jax man, we do that, then they'll know it was us"

"That's the whole fuckin' point Juice"

Footsteps come closer, crunching over broken glass and dirt, louder and closer. Your pulse races, you’re barely breathing as the headlights flood the alley, tires screeching as a van speeds towards you. You press back harder against the wall, praying the shadows hide you and nobody looks down to see you there.

The doors slide open violently. "Come on Jax! we gotta go brother!"

The blonde man, the one they call Jax, runs towards the van, shoving something into his waistband. As he sprints past, the silencer he'd been clutching falls from his grip, rolling smoothy along the ground, like it's moving in slow motion, coming to a stop.

Right in front of you.

You don't dare breathe. You squeeze your eyes shut, praying that somehow it will make you disappear.

"You gotta be fuckin' kidding me" his voice is dark, so fucking dark.

You try to crawl back against the wall, your body trembling and your heart punching at your ribs. But he's already moving. He storms over so fast that your breath catches in your throat. "I..." you say quickly, your voice cracking "I didn't...I didn't see anything I...I swear...”

"Bullshit" he bites back, yanking you roughly into the light.

Your knees scrape against the concrete, sharp pain shooting up your legs as you're dragged forward. You try to tug your underwear back up with one hand, desperate to cover yourself.

But he doesn't care.

With a hard pull he hauls you to your feet by the wrist, like you weigh nothing. Like you're just another problem he has to deal with. He doesn't scream, doesn't threaten. He just stares at you, like he already knows what's got to happen.

"I...I didn’t see anything..."

"DONT LIE TO ME!" he barks, shaking you by the shoulders.

Then, more footsteps approach. "Jax, what's..."

He whips his head towards the voice. "She saw me. She saw all of us" he then turns looking directly at the one with tattoos decorating his skull "And some stupid asshole said my name too. so its not just faces. It's me. she knows my fucking name"

You try to speak, your words slurring as the alcohol still sways through your body. You try to explain that you're not a snitch, that you wont say anything. But the words fall short when he grabs your jaw, forcing your eyes to meet his.

"Doesn't work like that darlin" he says, stone cold. Pushing your face out of his grip before turning to the man behind him. "Put her in the van".

There's no hesitation. You're grabbed hard by the forearm, and yanked towards the waiting vehicle. Before you can even steady yourself, your shoved inside. Your body hitting the cold metal floor. Jax stays where he is for a short moment, just watching. Then he crouches, scooping up your phone, heels and your small bag, pausing when he notices the damp patch spread across the fabric, his face twisting in quiet disgust.

Without a word, he tosses the bag and your shoes into the van after you, but your phone? he keeps that. He climbs in, slamming the door shut, dropping onto the bench opposite you. The silence heavy as he presses the button on your phone, trying to turn it on. But there's nothing. He exhales harshly, shoving it into his pocket as his Jaw rolls in frustration.

You're curled up in the far corner, shoulders shaking quietly. Tears flow silently down your face, but you keep your back turned so he cant see. Doesn't matter though, he knows you're crying. He sees every shudder and every tremble. He glances over briefly, his chest tightening a little when he realises just how exposed you still are.

Panties twisted awkwardly around your legs, your dress bunched up at your waist and your thighs streaked wet from piss. The minimum lighting in the van reveals your bare skin and even though he can’t see you too well, he can feel the panic and humiliation radiating off you in waves.

He lets out a forced breath through his nose as he rubs at his beard. His gaze flicking over your exposed skin. Quickly and uncomfortably. His eyes pausing at the dark ink across the small of your back, he can't quite make out what it is but he doesn't linger long enough to figure it out.

Yeah he just ended a man's life in cold blood, no hesitation whatever. But this? seeing you, someone who shouldn't even be here, someone who had no part in the clubs messy business, broken down, vulnerable and terrified? that shit doesn't sit right with him.

He mutters a curse under his breath, more aimed at himself than at you, then shrugs off his Kutte, pulling his black hoodie up and over his head, leaning forward slowly. Draping it across your shaking form. Your body goes stiff at the sudden weight of the fabric, but you don’t move. And he doesn't say a word. Nothing comforting, no apology, doesn't offer any words of false reassurance, just places the hoodie over you as he breathes deeply, frustrated at himself and the fucking mess he's now made.

Jax is pulled out of his thoughts when the driver glances back through the metal grate. "Where we takin' her Pres?" The words hang heavy in the air, Jax doesn't answer right away, his thumb tapping against his knee whilst his brain fired off in a hundred directions at once. They can't risk just dumping you, You'd seen too much. He inhales, biting his lower lip as he does. Then, his eyes flick over to where you're crawled up, silent still shaking and still wrapped in his hoodie.

"The cabin" he says, low and certain. It's isolated, quiet and no one goes they're unless they're told to. And right now, Jax needs quiet, to figure out what the fuck to do with you.

The van finally rolls to a stop after what feels like forever. You're slipping in and out, half drunk and half terrified. Everything aches, everything burns. You don’t even know how long you've been curled up in the back, knees tucked to your chest and his hoodie clutched around you like a barrier.

The door slides open and slams shut again, leaving you alone.

You catch the faint words through the walls of the van "Hap's all done at his end. Just this shit to deal with now"

"Alright" Jax replies, calm and steady "give me a minute, go inside, move anything too personal, I'll bring her in"

You sit up slowly, wincing as pain shoots through your hip from how hard you landed earlier. You pull of the hoodie and lay it beside you. Hands trembling as you finally tug your dress down and drag your underwear back into place.

A second later, the van door slides open again, fast and hard. Jax climbs back in, ducking a little under the frame. He pauses for a second, then takes a deep breath stepping forward, crouching down and offering you his hand. "Come on" he mutters "please don't make this any harder than it already is" his voice is flat, not cold but not kind either.

You don't move.

"You alright?"

You let out a dry humourless scoff, the first sound you've made since being in this van. You’ve moved past fear now, and your ‘take no shit’ attitude begins to seep through. "What do you think?" Your voice is hoarse, but the sarcasm still on fucking point. "I'm half drunk, covered in my own piss and in the process of being kidnapped...so yeah I'm perfectly alright"

His jaw flexes, but he doesn't say anything back. He just nods once like he deserved that answer. Then, reaches out and helps you up. Firm and steady, but no roughness this time. Just a man trying to handle a mess he didn’t plan for, and a woman who’s not about to go quietly. Jax kicks the cabin door open without saying a word. His grip on your arm, controlled. He walks you down a narrow hallway, his shoes heavy against the old wooden floor. You don't ask where you're going, you already know it doesn't matter.

He stops outside a door at the back of the cabin and pulls it open. A small room, a bed, a set of drawers and a tiny ensuite tucked to the side. No windows. Nowhere to run.

He guides you into the room. "Don't do anything stupid" he says simply, his eyes meeting yours for just a second before leaving and locking the door shut.

You stare at the plain wooden walls. It's silent, your heart hammering in your chest again. You haven't even sat down when the door clicks open once again.

This time though, its not Jax.

A different man walks in. Tall, messy dark curls, twitchy fingers and eyes that never stop moving. He's got a gun in his hand, held loosely at his side. He shuts the door behind him then takes a few slow steps towards you. Not in a rush, but like he's done this a hundred times before.

He grins, just about. "I don't know what Jax is thinkin', keepin' you alive... but I'm here to make sure you understand something real clear" He stops right in front of you.

Close. Too fucking close.

"You saw somethin' you weren't suppose to, and the only reason you're still breathin' is cause pretty boy out there wants to think this through" he rolls his eyes, waving the gun in the air "Me? I'm not so patient"

The words stretch on, and before you can even think, you snap. You slam your foot straight into his shin and shove him hard. He stumbles back and you rush him, teeth clenched and your nails scraping against his face. He grunts, throwing his arms up and in the scuffle you manage to draw blood from his skin.

"You crazy fucking bi..." His hand lifts, the gun gripped tight, ready to hit you with it.

The door slams open.

"TIG!" Jax's voice cuts through the room "What the fuck are you doing brother!" in a flash, he's between you both, grabbing Tig's wrist mid swing. “I told you to scare her! not beat the shit outta her”

His lips curl, blood dripping down his cheek "She fucking jumped me! look!" he points at the mark you've left on his face.

“Get out” Jax snaps, his voice sharp.

“Seriously? She started it” Tig whines, sounding more like a sulky teenager than a grown man.

“Go wait for the others. Let me handle this” Jax says, his tone sharp and final.

Tig huffs moving in the direction of the door “whatever man” you can tell by the way he looks at Jax that he wants to argue, but it’s like he knows better. He shoots you a glare as he passes, then lifts his middle finger with a slow overbearing smirk.

“see ya around sweetheart” he slams the door behind him, hard enough to rattle the cabin walls.

"So you don't wanna kill me, you don't wanna let me go...you're just trying to scare me?" you half laugh, sitting yourself down on the edge of the bed.

He rubs his face in frustration. You're hitting nerves and he hates that you can already see through him. "Can you just shut your mouth for one fucking second?" he snaps, his voice rising with irritation.

And just like that, he's on you in an instant, dropping to his knees in front of you gripping onto your arms, practically trying to shake some sense into you.

The heat of his breath hitting your face as he leans in. "Listen to me..." his voice is low but fierce. "I don't wanna do anything fucking stupid, But him? the one you just tried to fucking bite. He doesn't give a shit. And neither do the rest of em" his grip tightens just a little, goosebumps flaring up along your bare arms. "I'm trying to find a way to get you out of this. So shut. the. fuck. up. and quit being so fuckin' stubborn"

You chew your lip, the alcohol dulling but not fully gone. You're not sober but you're aware enough now, to know how real this shit is now. You just nod in response, not trusting your mouth to say the right thing.

Jax exhales hard, then glances down at you, taking you in again. Your piss stained clothes cling to your skin, you can see the smallest flicker of disgust on his face, even if he is trying to mask it. You catch the look and speak softly, almost begging. "Can I at least have a shower?"

He stares for a second longer, then finally releases his grip, standing again "Yeah". But he doesn't move far, he hovers on guard, and when you stand he makes sure to lock the door Tig just left through, his eyes not leaving you the entire time.

You hesitate slightly, unsure if you're even allowed to move yet. You watch on as he searches through the drawers in the corner, eventually pulling a pair of old joggers and a oversized tee, tossing them onto the bed next to you. "Go" he says, nodding towards the ensuite.

You move cautiously, your eyes flicking back to him. But as you go to close the bathroom door behind you, his foot wedges it open. "Not happening" he says, almost amused.

"Are you serious?" you say, narrowing your eyes at him.

He smirks, the corner of his mouth twitching like he's amused by your attitude "Not a fucking chance" he mutters, sinking to the floor, planting himself in the doorway like a guard dog.

"Creep" you glare at him, your lips turned in annoyance.

He gives you another grin, all teeth and no warmth "Been called worse sweetheart" he says, lighting a cigarette as he waits for you to clean up.

He continues sitting in the doorway, one knee bent up and the other stretched out. His jaw tight and his eyes locked forward but you know he’s aware of everything in the room.

You move slow, peeling off your dampened dress. Your eyes keep flicking back over to him, making sure he’s not looking. Steam begins to fill the bathroom as you step into the shower. The hot water hitting your skin, the grazes on your knees stinging deep but for the first time tonight, the tension in your body finally relaxes, just a little.

Outside of the shower, Jax takes a slow drag of his smoke, his eyes momentarily drifting. Then he sees it, the tattoo he couldn’t work out earlier. "Lucky You" in small print just above the curve of your ass. He scoffs under his breath, amused. Intrigued. Maybe a mixture of both. “Yeah…not so lucky” he mutters, the irony making him laugh.

When you finished getting changed, you still don't utter a word. You simply step over him, your bare foot brushing against his thigh, your hair still wet, curls shrinking tighter as they dry. He stiffens slightly but doesn't move, doesn't speak. Just follows you with his eyes as you sit back on the bed.

"You always act like this?..." he speaks finally, his voice low, almost taunting "...like you ain't scared?"

You meet his stare, holding it as he gets up off the floor. "Maybe I am scared"

"Are you?"

"What the fuck do you think?"

He doesn't reply right away. Just studies you, the same unreadable expression plastered across his face. Something behind his eyes shift, but its too quick to catch. "What's your name?” "Why? so you can put it on my grave?" you raise a brow as you stare him out.

"I could just check in your bag” he mutters.

“Do that then”

“Rather you just tell me…bags covered in piss” he makes that same face again, like he's grossed out but trying to hide it.

You cant help but let out a laugh. "So you'll shoot a guy in the head, but a lil piss is where you draw the line? wow...that's wild"

He finally makes eye contact now, a grin creeping at the corners of his mouth "Oh" he says, the grin now blatant on his face "so you did see somethin?"

Your stomach drops the second the words leave his mouth. You try to keep your face blank. You’ve sworn up and down until now that you didn’t see a thing. Your throat tightens and your chest pulls tight. You don’t have any words to respond with so you just watch him.

“Guess I’ll just call you Lucky” he says, already walking towards the door. Absolute audacity in his tone, and as if he’s not already five steps past disrespect, he winks as he says it.

You sit up a little straighter “Lucky?”

He glances over his shoulder with that same fucking smile. “The tattoo”

And then, it hits. You feel the heat rush up your neck. You don't know if it was when you were standing in that damn shower, or maybe it was before that. When you were chucked in the back of the van, skin exposed and eyes on you like you were nothing more than a problem.

“Fuck you” your voice is low, the words sounding rougher than you meant them to.

He stops in the doorway, turning fully leaning himself against the frame. “Not tonight darlin” Then the door shuts behind him. The lock clicking slow. And just as the silence settles, you hear the deep roar of more bikes turning up, one by one.

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Charlie Hunnam as Jackson ’Jax’ Teller Sons of Anarchy (2008–2014) S01E06 “AK-51”

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“Oh my god, he’s so scary,” I say as I kick my feet up in the air and giggle like an idiot.

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I need someone to treat me the way favorite fictional male character would treat me.

Fuck me rough and love me tenderly.

And bring me snacks.

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DECODE / CHAPTER FIVE

Jax Teller x fem!oc (SOA x MAYANS MC FANFIC)

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WITH A FAINT SMILE gracing his lips, Jax watched as Amelia laid the little girl down in her bed, his tall figure leaning against the doorframe. Amelia quietly hummed the same lullaby she'd sung to Abel every night, until Mia's soft snores drowned out the sound of the humming.

Due to the oppressive heat in Santo Padre, Amelia only covered Mia's feet with a small purple blanket before brushing some of the girl's hair out of her face. Unlike Abel, his daughter had dark, thick hair, almost more than Abel had nowᅳ she had definitely inherited that from her mother.

While Amelia was turning on the small nightlight, Jax was able to steal a better look at the little girl. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he saw how peacefully his daughter looked in her sleep. Every now and then, she wrinkled that little button nose of hers, which perfectly matched the rest of her soft features.

His girl was beautiful, and he'd missed the most important months. Even though he knew he had no right to be angry with Amelia for not telling him, a certain anger still surged through him.

"You could've still told me about her, you know?" The vulnerability in his deep blue orbs was unmistakable as his eyes locked with Amelia's after she turned to him. "I was an asshole, and I made a huge mistake; but I had a right to know about my daughter."

With her perfectly shaped eyebrow now arched, Amelia stared at the man who had once meant so much to her; so much that he had turned her entire life upside down by leaving her. His words left a bitter aftertaste and had her blood boiling and her cheeks flushed with anger.

"Are you really blaming me right now, Jax?" Shaking her head, Amelia let out a snort and quickly grabbed the bottle of milk she'd given Mia earlier from the small table next to the nursing chair. "You know, maybe you're right", she said bitterly as she shooed him away from the doorframe and left the room with him. "I should've told you, but in my mind, I was just protecting my child."

Jax stopped in the middle of the hallway, letting out a huff. "By taking away her father? You don't have to protect her from me, Lia."

"Not from you directly, no", the brunette agreed as she closed the door to Mia's room before she shot him a glare. "But from you hurting her just as much as you hurt me. What would've changed if you'd known about her, huh?"

"Everything, Lia, fuckin' everything", Jax stated, raising his voice at the smaller woman. But Amelia just pushed past him with a bitter scoff.

Rubbing his face, he took a deep breath before following her into the kitchen. "Look, I know I don't deserve your forgiveness. But not to tell me about our kid? Come on."

"Do you have any fuckin' idea how I felt after you left me?!" Amelia spun around after a short moment, her lips trembling as she tried to hold back the damn tears. "If I was lucky, some days I at least made it out of bed to brush my teeth. I couldn't eat or sleep. Shit, I couldn't even cry anymore! A part of me just wanted to fuckin die, but I still had to think about that sweet, innocent baby I was carrying inside me."

Jax' features softened, the corners of his eyes drooping slightly as a sigh escaped his lips. Words were already forming on his tongue, but Amelia wasn't done, she'd just begun. Angry at the man in her kitchen, she crossed the room to close the distance between them, her petite body trembling with anger.

"I know you're tough and all, but not everyone can handle pain and loss as well as the famous Jax Teller", she spat, pure anger flaring in her blue eyes. "I lost everything that day because a fuckin' deal with my brother was more important to you than your family."

Her gaze darkened a little more as she looked up at him, eyes now locked. "So tell me, why do you think I owed it to you to tell you about Mia?"

Jax froze for a second, just staring down at her as the last rays of sunlight framed her flawless face, casting just the right amount of light. As beautiful as she was, the pain he saw in her eyes, etched into her entire face, broke him. The worst part was, it was his own faultᅳ and he had the fuckin' nerve to blame her.

"I'm so sorry, darlin', for everything I've put you through", was all he could manage to croak out, his head tilted ever so slightly. "I'm just so fuckin' angry at myself for makin' the wrong decision back then."

"You should be. You should fuckin' hate yourself for what you did to me and your son", she whispered, her voice cracking mid-sentence with the first tears rolling down her cheeks. But she quickly wiped them away, avoiding his gaze by staring out of the window. "Just tell me why you're here, Jax."

"I do, every single day, Lia", he told her sincerely, the urge to kiss away every single one of her tears growing. But he'd lost that right. "Like I said, I'm here to tell you the truth. That's the only way there's even the slightest chance you'll ever be able to forgive me."

Still unable to look at the blonde biker without feeling like she was suffocating, she took a few steps until she sat down on one of the chairs around the table. With a shaky breath, she fished a cigarette from the pack on the table and grabbed the lighter.

"Good fuckin' luck with that", the brunette murmured before placing the cigarette between her plump lips and lighting it, the smoke dancing in front of her face as she took the first drag. "What did Ez have against you that gave him the power to ruin an entire relationship?"

Jax slowly followed her to the table and pulled up the second chair, the wooden legs scraping across the floor. His chest heaved with a deep sigh as he fished his own pack of cigarettes out of his Kutte and placed one between his lips.

Without a word, Amelia handed him the lighter, which he took with an appreciative nod and lit his own cancer stick. He needed the nicotine, which he inhaled deep into his lungs, to suppress the nervous muscle twitches.

Since Amelia left, he'd barely gotten any sleep, and his body was feeling the effects more and more every day. But right now, as strange as it sounded, he felt a hint of inner peace. Maybe because he could finally tell the truth, because after that, there would be nothing left to keep from Amelia.

"That night at the party at the Santo Padre Charter, Ez recognized me immediately", he began calmly, his eyes never leaving Amelia's, whose gaze was aimed at him. "We never understood why he was acting so strange towards me that evening, remember? But weeks later, when he showed up at our house with Angel when you and Abel were visiting Felipe for the weekend, I finally found out what his problem problem was."

Confusion crossed Amelia's sharp features until the penny dropped and her eyes widened. "Wait, that was the weekend you got beaten up."

Amelia still remembered the evening she came home and was completely shocked to see Jax like that, after which he only told her that he was probably attacked by someone who had a problem with the club. After that, he didn't want to talk about it anymore, and now she knew why.

"It wasn't just some dude, right?", she asked quietly, her shaky breaths the only sound in the now deadly silent room. "My brothers did this to you."

"They had every right to, Lia", Jax said with a roll of his shoulders and a sad smile, followed by a deep sigh before he took another long drag from his cigarette, a cloud of smoke forming in front of him as he released some of it and drew the rest into his lungs. "I deserved it, but we made a deal that night. And Ez didn't keep his word."

"Both of them, including Angel?" Amelia's voice rose an octave, her heart pounding in her chest as she heard that Angel had also been involved. While Ez was ruthless, Angel was the one who only used violence when he believed it was truly deserved. "What the hell did you do, Jax?"

It took a lot of strength inside him to bring himself to say the words, not knowing what his relationship with Amelia would be like afterward. But there was no turning back; he had to do this.

His expression was serious, remorse forming in his piercing blue eyes. And as he rolled the ash off his cigarette, he let the words slip from his lips. "I was the one who killed your mother."

It was out, his chest finally free of the burden he'd carried for so longᅳ and it would feel so fuckin' good if it weren't for the fear that Amelia might now hate him forever. So he studied her closely, watching her experience every emotion imaginable in the next few minutes.

Her face became pale, and she let the cigarette slowly sink into the ashtray without putting it out. Like a deer in the headlights, she stared at him, tears burning in her eyes while the shock still sat deep. Silently, she folded her hands in front of her face before her delicate fingers tangled in her dark hair.

And then a laugh escaped her lips, the sound a mixture of hysteria and disbelief. "Don't you fuckin' play with me, Jax, that shit isn't funny. What was the real reason?"

As delusional as it may seem, the Reyes woman was trying to cling to the belief that this was a bad joke, that there was a completely different reason for the tension between Jax and her brothers. But deep down, she knew Jax was telling the truth; she knew him well enough.

There hadn't been a moment when Jax had ever lied to her, except for the evening he'd told her that the injuries had been caused by an unknown personᅳ and she'd immediately realized there was something fishy about the story.

But like the good Old Lady she was, she'd never pushed Jax any further, but she'd felt that they'd grown further and further apart since that eveningᅳ because that's exactly what secrets do to a relationship.

Now she knew the secret, the big, bad secret that had started it all. But right now, she was wondering if she wouldn't have preferred to remain in the dark. She hated herself for even being able to understand where Ez' thirst for revenge came from, and at the same time, he had no right to take Jax away from her, no matter how hurt he was.

"You know I'm not lying, darlin'," Jax replied, as if he needed to remind her how well she knew him, a rueful smile forming on his lips. "It was a contract kill, I needed money. When I found out Wendy was pregnant, I knew it would be a rocky road. I had to pay for the house, money for all the hospital billsᅳ and at the time, I didn't even know how much money I would really need."

He tilted his head thoughtfully, stubbing out his cigarette along with Amelia's in the ashtray before leaning his body slightly over the table, his hands clasped together in front of him. "It was the first person I ever killed, and I had no personal informationᅳ just her name."

"You really aren't telling me shit?" Amelia shook her head frantically, sniffling softly as the words hit her like a truck. "And then you dated me? Did you never put two and two together? We had the same name, Iᅳ I told you my stepmom passed away recently when we met."

"No, to be honest, I thought it was just a huge coincidence that you had the same last name. And you never mentioned how your stepmother died", Jax explained as calmly as he could, but Amelia's contemptuous glare cut deep, making him suffer just as much. "Babe, I had no idea until Ez and Angel showed up at our door that night, I swear. Otherwise, I would've never started dating you."

"Don't you fuckin' call me that", the brunette choked out before more sobs ripped through her body, her vision blurred by the tears that now flowed mercilessly. "Shit, what the hell were you thinking, just killing someone when you don't even know if they deserved it?"

To be honest, it scared her more than she thought it would, that Jax was capable of killing someone, a woman at thatᅳ with the full risk that the person was innocent and had never done anything to anyone. As complicated as her relationship with her stepmother had been, Marisol didn't deserve that.

"I don't think there's any excuse for that. Do you think I don't know what kind of person this makes me?" Before Amelia could stand up, her hands already braced on the table to push herself up, Jax grabbed one of her hands, looking at her with that pleading look that made it so hard for her to stay angry. "I was afraid you'd never forgive me, that you'd only look at me with hatred. And I would've deserved itᅳthat's why I gave Ez that power; because I was fuckin' scared, Lia."

Amelia yanked her hand out of his grasp and stood up, sending the chair across the floor with a loud creak. "You should've talked to me, Jax. Fuck, what do you think is going to happen now?!"

Amelia was hoping he wasn't demanding an answer, because she simply didn't have one. The news knocked the ground from under her feet, the adrenaline still pumping through her veins, and the shock didn't seem to be subsiding. Could she ever forgive him for this? And if so, could Angel forgive her for forgiving Jax? She knew how much he'd loved his mother, but had mentioned more than once that he'd actually love to see her and Jax to get back togetherᅳ because Angel knew Jax had always been Amelia's safe place.

"I don't know, darlin', that's up to you", Jax sighed as he also rose to his feet, his steps almost cautious as he closed the distance between Amelia and him. "I won't make you do anythin', but I ask that you think about all this", he pleaded with her, his voice firm and steady, yet his shaky breath and the glassy look in his eyes were betraying him. "I miss you so fuckin' much, babe."

"Stop it", she pressed, desperately trying to sound determined, to no avail. More tears fell, leaving dark mascara streaks on her cheeks, as Jax' hand reached out to let his fingertips slide between her fingers. "You killed my brothers' mother, and then let Ez blackmail you. You abandoned me, took Abel from meᅳ you fuckin' broke me. How, tell me how am I supposed to forgive you for all of this?"

She wanted to, so badly. Her heart ached to lean into his touch, to let go of all the resentment. But her mind was more calculated, trying to process it all. Still, she didn't pull her hand away, and even when his other hand came up to rest against her cheek, she remained frozen in place, her breath shallow as his hot breath fluttered against her skin.

"I know all this, darlin', I know exactly what I did", he murmured against her lips, his only inches from hers as he slowly closed his eyes, his face twisted with remorse. "Let me make it up to you, at least as much as I can."

Fuck. Amelia almost whimpered at his words, her emotions completely jumbled. It didn't help that his touch felt so fuckin' good, so warm and safeᅳ just like it had back then. His thumb slid over her cheek, their fingers intertwined now. Slowly, he pulled her closer. And when his lips brushed against hers, her eyelids fluttered shut, her body snuggled against his.

The tip of her nose brushed against his, his scent filling her nostrils and clouding her senses. Everyone had a certain scent that simply no one else had, and Amelia had never been able to get enough of Jax. It was a pleasant, masculine scent, mixed with the aftershave and perfume that had a hint of sandalwood.

"Let me back in, babe", he whispered, his lips brushing hers again as his forehead rested against hers. His hand, which had just been resting on her cheek, grasped her chin, his grip both possessive and desperate. "I need you."

And he almost had her, Amelia almost allowed him to win her back just like that. Almost. Her breath hitched as she opened her eyes, her blue orbs meeting his. "Get out, Jax."

The sparks were still flying, only now a certain tension spread between them, hanging over them like a thick, gray cloud. And then that desperate, regret-filled look formed on Jax' features that almost had her again.

But she couldn't, not just like that, and not without thinking about all of this first.

"Babe, please", he urged, his grip on her jaw tightening, desperately so. But he knew he had to let go, at least for now. Reluctantly, he lowered his hand and then ran it down his face. "Please at least think about it. I need you, Abel needs his momᅳ I want this to work."

"I can't give you an answer yet", she said calmly but firmly, her skin still tingling from his touch as she wrapped her arms around her body. "Give me time, please."

As much as he wanted to hear a different answer, this one was still better than expected. "Alright, you can have all the time you need. But please call me, Lia."

Amelia swallowed hard, but nodded, still unable to look him in the eye. "I will, but please leave now, I'm tired."

The silence that followed was so heavy that it almost crushed Jax, and probably Amelia too. To avoid making it harder for her, to tormenting her further, he accepted her wish and stepped back, his shoulders tense as he shoved his hands deep into his pockets, his blue eyes scanning the woman in front of him one more time.

He still wanted to know what Gemma had meant when she said Amelia wouldn't be here anymore without Angel, but that wasn't a topic for today.

"Goodnight, darlin'," he murmured, his soft yet low voice laced with vulnerability as he had to say goodbye, not knowing if she would really call.

But when she just turned her head to the side and sniffed softly, Jax knew it was time to go. So he turned on his heel, the wooden floor creaking softly beneath his white Nikes until he left the house, probably feeling even worse than before.

Seeing Amelia again had done a lot to him, shown him once again how stupid he'd been.

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60 - Hell of a Life

Part 61

Raised Fair Shared of Hell

Alissa’s pov

Rushing inside the large bathroom inside of our bedroom in the main house I bent over the toilet puking what was in my stomach. Footsteps came up behind me where I knew it was Kayce when his hands pulled my hair from my face and tied it up into a messy ponytail.

Sitting upright once I felt like I had emptied my stomach I wiped a hand across my mouth with a heavy sigh of relief. “I swear none of my other pregnancies had me throwing up this much. It should have stopped now that I’m reaching the end of the first trimester.”

“Do you want me to take you to the doctor?” My husband asked me with concern written all over his face. He hated seeing me in discomfort even though we knew we would forever love the result at the end.

Raising a brow at the man with dark brown hair I questioned him. “What about your father’s rule about hospitals?”

“It'll be okay. This is a normal and non violent situation. Plus this is a female thing, we'll likely need a doctor.”

Lifting a hand up to his face I ran my fingers over the stubble on his chin. “You just wanna know if it's a boy or not. Is it difficult for you to admit that you’re overrun by women in this house, hmm?”

“Maybe or maybe I just miss spending time alone with you like we did when the kids were younger.” He admits causing a smile to appear on my lips. He leans his head into the palm of my hand that had moved up to his short shaggy dog hair. It had grown out over the years but as of recently he had cut it short like he had it back in high school. “How would you feel about spending a couple days up at the old Summer campsite?”

“Are ya sure that is doctor approved? It could be dangerous given our past track records.”

Kayce kissed the crown of my head getting up from the tile floor with extended hands out for me. “We thrive in the face of danger, Lissa Rae. Now you finish up here and I’ll start packing up some gear.” He tugged me to stand on my feet and walked out of the bathroom letting me get dressed.

Making my way down to the barn I found that Tate and Madeline were already waiting to say bye to us for the weekend. It would leave our two kids here being responsible for taking care of the ranch with their grandparents until we returned. “Oohh I’m going to miss you two. Now you have to promise me that you’ll keep everything in order while we’re gone. Can you do that?”

“Yes ma’am.” Tate tipped his hat at me at the same time as his sister held up her pinky.

“Yes mommy.”

Footsteps came up behind me after I looped my pinky with my daughters agreeing to her promise. “You ready to go, Lissa Rae?” My husband eyes me up and down flashing me a cheeky smirk seeing me wearing one of his old brown flannels paired with some dusty blue jeans and black boots. My light tan cowgirl rested on my loose hair blowing in the wind.

“Absolutely, cowboy.” Walking over to him he takes my hand letting me grab onto my saddled horse and he assists me by placing his hands underneath my boots giving me a push to since it was harder for me to pull myself up on my own.

The ride up into the mountains went perfectly well and we made it to the camp by the middle of the afternoon. Kayce set up the tent while I took care of the fire and our blankets and other supplies. Dusting my hands on my pants I stared up at the sky simply enjoying the peace till I felt familiar arms wrap around my waist from behind with a kiss planted to my shoulder. “This is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. The love of my life standing on my family's land.”

“I would have thought that our wedding or the births of our children would be the most beautiful thing you have ever seen.” Turning around in his arms I draped mine over his shoulders meeting his gaze.

He made a noise in response, squeezing my waist gently. “Those are on my list too. But you are still the most beautiful woman I have seen in my life.”

“I love you, Dutton.” I smiled, leaning forward and kissing him softly.

“Do you know the moment that I knew I was in love with you?”

Shaking my head no. “Can’t say that I do. Tell me when did you fall hard for me, cowboy?”

“The night we were all up at the camp when Kelesa had to leave town that next weekend.”

I chuckled before a realization came to my mind about what was different about our lives during that time frame. “Oh god! That was the night before I found out I was pregnant that next morning.”

“We’ve come a long way then haven’t we.” Kayce teased me cradling my face in his hands drawing me into a kiss. Gripping the fabric of his jacket I deepened the kiss thinking back on that specific night.

“Three kids and one on the way. The two largest ranches in Montana combined as one and we're finally together. I'd say we did a hell of a lot better than everyone around us thought we would when we got pregnant at sixteen years old.”

Evan and Kelesa were laughing at something that Jake had said that wasn’t really funny but he was also wasted so it appeared to be hilarious. Alana eyed the guitar case that belonged to Evan. “Are you really thinking about going to Nashville to become a musician, Evan?”

“I ain’t too sure lately. I keep switchin’ from this or just getting a job out here. I mostly love to play the guitar as a hobby.”

Kelesa asked the teenage boy wearing a Guns & Roses t-shirt. “I don’t think we’ve ever heard you play. Are you that good?”

“I don’t really have anything written yet.” Evan ran a hand through his messy hair.

Getting off of Kayce’s lap I picked up the case and handed it to him while I took a drink from my red solo cup that I held in my other hand. “Let’s see what you got, Mr. Musician.”

“Okay, okay. I know y’all should know this one, it's been on the radio some.” Evan took out the guitar beginning to strum a familiar tune that Kelesa started singing to the second she knew the song.

“Trouble is a Friday night when I'm feelin' lonely, Trouble is too much time on my hands with you in my head. Trouble is one more fireball, when I'm already lit, and it's last call. Trouble is nothing good ever happends after 2 A.M.”

Alana began dancing around looping her arm through mine. “Stumble outta that red door, hop into a cab. Feelin' a little bit crazy, feelin' like I wanna be bad. “

“Ain't goin' home til I check a few more sins off of my list. If you're lookin' for me, I'm gonna see, I'm gonna be Where trouble is.” Kayce hadn’t taken his eyes off of me and so I swayed my hips dancing in front of him causing a very drunk Jake to whistle at me.

Kelesa pretended that her beer bottle was a microphone and moved around the grass underneath the stars like she was performing for a large crowd with such joy on her face. “Trouble is a guy with the guitar in the next bar. Trouble is I don't even have to know his name. Trouble is a rebound night, where it's lookin' like there's gonna be a catfight. Trouble is ain't no girl gonna stand in my way.”

“Stumble outta that back door, hop into a cab, Feelin' a little bit crazy, feelin' like I wanna be bad, Ain't goin' home til I check a few more sins off of my list. If you're lookin' for me, I'm gonna see, I'm gonna be, Where trouble is, Where trouble is.”

“Stumble outta his front door, hop into a cab. Feelin' a little bit crazy, feelin' a little bit bad. I'm goin' home to sleep off maybe one or two regrets. If you're lookin' for me, I'm gonna see, I'm gonna be.” The three girls all gathered together and finished the song off together at the same time with the boys cheering into the night sky. “Where trouble is, Where trouble is, Where trouble is, Where trouble is.”

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