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This is set in Season 5, the timeline may be a little mixed but it's post-Opie (sad face!), pre-Otto. Tara and Jax are on the rocks, and Nero and Gemma are both suffering from their forced separation. Nero's daughter Nina is an OC, she's here to shake things up a little - she has a history of her own which will be following her to Charming...
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Another night of swilling beer and peeling himself off the floor of Diosa Norte. Jax groaned and rubbed the back of his head, he was sick of this shit. It was the same damn thing every time, he was tired of it. It didn't help that Tara was still so unspeakably pissed at him, all he wanted to do was be at home with his kids and his wife, instead of watching Bobby lick shots out of some girl's navel while Tig made no effort to hide his raging hard on just standing in the damn place.
"Come on, Tigger, put it away," Jax pleaded as he grabbed another beer. "Got enough problems without your dick in my face."
Tig grinned as a pretty little blonde passed him and his fingers walked up the girl's bare midriff as she slipped him her number. "But it's wall to wall, man. Honey and bees, come on." He slapped Jax hard across the back. "Why don't you just, you know, loosen up a little? Your old lady's never gonna know."
It would have been easier to just fuck it all away, he was sure of that. Jax shrugged, fumbling for an excuse. "I, just, none of them really take my fancy."
Tig grinned as he looked over Jax's shoulder and nodded towards a young woman who had just walked in. "You sure?" he asked, his eyes swimming over her. He licked his lips, if Teller wasn't in for a go, he sure was. "You might change your mind."
Jax twisted around on his seat to look at her. He let out a low whistle. She was tall, tight, with long hair that fell low beneath her shoulder blades. Her tan skin was beautiful, glowing in the Charming heat, and the way her teeth tore at her lower lip caused all sorts of tremblings in Jax's lower half.
"She's not from around here, is she?" Chibs asked, slamming into Tig as he collided with him, already making a beeline for the new addition to Diosa's line-up. "Because these girls from outside North Cal, Jesus, the tricks they can do."
"There's a queue," Tig grunted, giving him a playful elbow to push him back. "Prez's having a think."
Jax laughed as he necked the remains of his beer and ruffled his hair beneath his hand. "Prez thinks he should go home. To his family."
Tig watched obsessively as the girl leaned across the bar to Lyla and whispered something. Lyla beamed with excitement and passed her a glass of champagne before slipping away towards Nero's office. Happy nudged him and leaned next to Jax.
"Chinese are leaving, enough entertainment for the night," he said coolly. "They say thanks for the hospitality."
Jax glanced back to see Lin leading half a dozen girls out with him. He smirked. "Yeah, I'm sure we'll get that bill in the morning," he said with a nod. "Thanks, man."
Happy nodded and returned to his spot, silent and watching as ever. Tig reached for a drink from the bar as Jax slipped down from his spot.
"I'm over this, I'll be at the club," Jax said. They hugged roughly and he started on his way out, Happy in tow to keep an eye on him. As he charged towards the door, eager to escape, he barrelled unexpectedly into the object of the others' affection. She yelped as his boot fell heavily on her toe and her drink flew up in the air, soaking him in an instant.
"That's, uh, quite a greeting," he offered, trying to ease her obvious embarrassment. He grabbed a napkin to dry his own face off and gave her a heartwarming smile to try and ease her fear. "It's okay, darlin', it was an accident, I understand."
"I'm so sorry," she apologised, awkwardly grabbing another napkin to try and dab him down. "I-"
"Like to make an entrance?" Jax winked. "We all noticed you, don't worry. New girl?"
Nero paced through anxiously with Lyla behind him and a smile spread across his face as he saw the young woman standing there. He wrapped his arms around her in an instant, murmuring happily in Spanish as he kissed her forehead and stroked her hair adoringly.
"Making friends with the locals, I see?" he asked, releasing her just enough to let her breathe. She smiled and fiddled with the buttons on his grey cardigan.
"Still wearing sweaters in the middle of the summer, I see?" she teased right back, giving his stubble a playful tug. "I didn't want to disturb you at work."
"If you're looking for a client list," Jax interrupted, pointing over his shoulder to wear another couple of Sons had joined Chibs and Tig to have a look, "I think my club's just about lining up for you."
Nero looked offended and stepped between her and Jax, his eyebrows furrowing. "Client list, mano? She's my daughter, you could have a little more respect."
Jax swallowed, suddenly nervous. It was unlike Nero to ever square up to him, it was clear this was important. He put his hands up in defence and looked at both of them apologetically. "I'm so sorry, I didn't know, I thought you were... and you were dressed like..."
She pulled her jacket tighter around her now and tugged her skirt a little lower on her knee, mortified at the suggestion. "You thought I was a hooker?"
"Companion, babygirl, we don't use that word around here," Nero corrected her carefully.
"I'm really sorry," Jax tried again. Nero glanced up at Lyla and beckoned her over.
"You'll take Nina upstairs for me? Settle her in my room, put those bags away?"
Lyla nodded and guided her upstairs, out of view of prying eyes. Nero leaned more threateningly into Jax's space now and lowered his voice as he growled, "Let me make this clear, ese. Nobody touches my daughter, not one of them. Otherwise, the deal's off. Diosa, Gemma, all of it. Understood?"