Angel Delaney had an escape route. She didn't want the life her mother and father had raised her to be a part of and college seemed like the only way out. That was until her ex boyfriend had dug his claws into her…convincing her to stay back. What a mistake that had been. Will she be able to dig herself out of the rubble of her destroyed life? And will she ever find the love she's been yearning for since she was 16?

*This story is just a figment of my own imagination. I sometimes use scenes from the show but I twist them into my own. If you like Jax and Tara together then this story is not for you. I do not own any of the original SOA characters, I do own the characters I come up with.

**WARNING: Language and sexual scenarios.

***This is my very first story, I know there is room for improvement! Your reviews whether good or bad will all be greatly appreciated. Thank you!

Chapter One

Angel's POV

Angel stood up slowly, this was the third money shot they had to shoot and her knees had begun to hurt from kneeling on the thin carpet over the concrete floor. She was startled by the towel that was suddenly wiping her soaked face clean, hoping this was the last time today she had to get on the ground and let a man empty his balls onto her seemingly willing face.

Porn star wasn't her first career choice. She had actually been planning on going to college after high school to try to separate her-self from the life her mother and father had laid out in front of her. That was until she met him, Braxton Miles, her now ex.

Everything had been perfect at first, the epitome of a young love in high school relationship. Everything was perfect, that is, until Braxton had met Angel's family. It was like a switch had been flipped and he was just out for whatever little piece of fame in Charming he could grasp.

"Big Otto" Delaney, Angel's father, had been the VP of the infamous SAMCRO division of the Sons of Anarchy. He had raised Angel around the club and had taught her the ropes. After getting himself into trouble he was spending 25 to life in Stockton State Prison on charges of second degree murder and grand theft auto.

Luann Delaney, Angel's mother, had been a big name porn star turned director. Sex had never been a well-kept secret from Angel, with her having been able to explain exactly where babies came from before her 13th birthday. After she had turned 18 Luann had actually recruited her own daughter for a movie she was directing and, after a lot of convincing from Braxton, Angel had agreed to let her own mother direct her first on-screen fuck.

That had been 5 years ago though, and Angel had yet to escape from the Life. With her mother passing away tragically in a car "accident" some years ago she was all her father had left and she refused to leave him, even with him being behind bars. And once SAMCRO had recruited a new director Angel had refused to let her mother's dynasty die so she stuck around the porn warehouse too.

Even after she had caught Braxton in bed with a co-star, and even after he had started to leave bruises on her body, she refused to leave Charming. Abandoning the only family she had ever known was no longer an option , her father's MC and her best friend Lyla were all she had left. They had taken care of Braxton for her once they had found out the extent of his beatings, she hadn't heard from him since.

Angel made her way to the shower room, she felt sticky and filthy. 'Another day in the beautiful life of Angel Delaney' she thought to herself as she strutted past a set where Lyla was currently face and knuckles deep in Ima, a leggy blonde who had a hard time keeping her hands to herself on and off set.

She allowed herself a few minutes to just let the hot water run over her, cleaning every inch of her lean 5' 7" body. This was her favorite part of the day. She had come to terms that this was her life, a life of meaningless sex, drinking, and the occasional violence.

She smiled as she felt her muscles relaxing as the hot water washed away the filth, just because she had accepted her life as one of Cara Cara's top performers didn't mean she didn't occasionally miss the feel of a man's arms wrapped tenderly around her. It had been so long since she had made love to somebody she wasn't sure that emotion even dwelled inside of her any longer.

Stepping out of the shower and into the now steamy bathroom Angel caught a glimpse of the tattoo on her back before the mirror fogged over. Black and white angel wings that stretched all the way from the top of her shoulder blades to the small of her back. They were very detailed and Angel couldn't help but smile every time she saw them.

She pulled on her thong underwear before slipping into a short cotton halter dress, putting her sling back wedge platforms on and wiping down the full length mirror hanging behind the door she stepped back and gave herself a once over.

Her light blonde and black chunked hair hung half way down her back in messy wet tendrils. She quickly threw it into a loose bun on top of her head, allowing a few pieces of hair to fall down her neck. Her long, tanned legs seemingly stretched on for miles. Dabbing on some mascara and pink lip gloss Angel quickly exited the steamy room.

Making her way towards the exit of the Cara Cara warehouse she was taken back when she saw Opie enter the door in a rush quickly followed by SAMCRO's VP Jax and another club member, Juice. It had been some time since the MC had interrupted a shoot and Angel started to have a mini panic attack.

Opie approached her, "where's Lyla?" She was startled for a second by his serious tone, and by the fact Jax was staring at her, but quickly recovered, "last I saw she was buried face first in Ima's pussy. Ope, what's going on?" He didn't answer, but instead brushed past her and made his way to the back of the warehouse where he was sure to find his wife in a place any man would find sexy. Any man except for Opie Winston, that is.

Angel never could understand why Opie was such a hard ass on Lyla for her job description, she never filmed with any male. She was recruited for her tongue talents and that meant she was always coming home with nothing but pussy on her breath.

Angel directed her attention to SAMCRO's golden boy himself, "Jax?" she stared into his baby blue eyes expecting him to answer her question. Instead she got a head shake as he followed Opie with his typical swagger that left all the girls foaming in their panties. Angel was no different, she knew when to appreciate a beautiful specimen and Jax Teller was definitely prime meat.

Angel knew in the back of her head she could never have him though. He was untouchable, well emotionally anyways. Physically any girl with big tits and a tight ass could have him and that was a well-known fact. Lately he had been involved with Tara, a doctor who wasn't cut out for the kind of lifestyle that came with having Jax as your old man.

She had always had a thing for him, since she was 16 and had started fooling around with boys she had imagined what it would be like for Jax Teller to run his rough hands over her body. It didn't matter to her that he was older than her. By the time she had turned 18 he was married to Wendy and less than a year later he was reunited with his high school sweetheart, never even giving Angel the chance to get him in the sack or win his heart over.

Realizing that she was staring at Jax making his way back to Opie, Angel snapped her attention to Juice. He instantly started to blush under her gaze, "Juice, honey, what's going on?" She flashed him one of her bright white smiles and waited for his answer…

Jax's POV

Jax watched as Opie stormed past Angel, without a doubt about to cause a scene in the rear of the warehouse where his wife was filming her latest pussy buffet. "Jax?" he heard Angel as she directed her attention to him. Fixated by her big blue doe eyes, close to the same shade as his own, he couldn't bring himself to answer, merely shaking his head he sauntered past her and followed his best friend.

Before he reached the door leading to the sets he heard her
ask Juice what was going on. Glancing over his shoulder for a second he saw Juice smile and take a step towards her, for just a second Jax stumbled a little while a jealous twinge shot threw his body.

Jax pulled his gaze away from Angel's long legs, he shook the thought of those legs wrapped around his waist out of his head before pushing the door open and walking into the big back room. He had always had a sort of "thing" for Angel. Since she had turned 18 Jax had dreamt about tearing that tight little pussy up. Not to mention she was smart, and her caring nature rolled off her like smoke off the end of his cigarettes. The fact she was a smoking hot porn star only fed the dream, he was after all a man.

He had known her for as long as he could remember. Even though he was about five years older than her he had always felt a sort of connection to her. With her parents being essential members of the club she knew the Life, she respected it, and she accepted it…born into it like he was. They had spent a lot of time with each other growing up and Jax was starting to think he wanted to start spending more time with her again.

Things with Tara had been stretched thin lately. He was obvious to the fact she didn't deserve the life he had to offer, no, that she didn't WANT the life he had to offer, and that had him questioning their relationship. For months she had pushed him to retire his patch and leave with her taking his son Abel with them.

She didn't understand it wasn't that simple, that he couldn't just leave or for that matter that he didn't want to leave. This Life had been all he had ever known, it had been SAMCRO MC since the day he was born. Whether he liked it or not, and most days he bordered on the fence between the two, this was his life and he did the best he could. And he wanted Abel to know his family.

It had been a couple of months since he had last seen Angel, he had been busy with runs and transitioning into being a dad. If possible she had gotten even hotter than before though. The summer months had given her a sun kissed glow and her hair was longer. Jax would have to tread lightly around her until he figured out the Tara situation.

Hearing Opie screaming at the top of his lungs at Lyla drew Jax's attention back to the here and now. Even though they were behind closed doors Jax could still make out the basis for the conversation, Opie had found birth control pills in Lyla's drawer after they had decided to try for a baby.

Jax had only tagged along because Opie had asked him too. Best friends their whole lives, they had always leaned on each other for support. He knew there was no immediate threat to the growing Cara Cara business but he felt like some damage control would be necessary.

As he was explaining to the dozen or so half-naked porn stars scattered around on different sets that they were in no danger and they had to drop by on personal business, Jax was startled by Opie throwing the doors to Lyla's dressing room open. Screaming one last string of profanities over his shoulder at her as he stormed out, Jax caught a glimpse of Lyla crying.

He was turning to follow his best friend but instead almost toppled over Ima, who had apparently snuck up behind him. "Hi," she said to him with a hint of sex in her voice, "I was just finishing up here, you wanna give me a ride?" Jax felt a smile creep onto his face, "bad timing darlin."

He gave her the once over before she bit her lip and moved out of his way. He felt his pre pay start to vibrate in his jeans pocket as he exited the warehouse. "Yeah?" he said after placing the phone to his ear. 'Fucking hell' he thought to himself as he heard Tara's shrill voice yelling at him to come to the hospital so they could talk about, without a doubt in Jax's mind, the beginning of the end…