Synopsis: Lena Daniels has been in love with Jax Teller for half of her life. As she finally gains his heart, an old love comes back to Charming and threatens their future. Will Lena be able to handle Tara, and Jax's steady rise into the President's chair with SAMCRO?

Pairings: Jax Teller x Lena Daniels (OC), Jax Teller x Tara Knowles (past, mentioned), Jax Teller x Wendy Case (past)

Time Setting: Seasons 1-7

Warnings:DARK FIC fluff, angst, unprotected sex (wrap it, before you tap it, folks), pregnancy, miscarriage, insecurities, infidelity, canon SOA violence & gore, STRONG language, drug & alcohol use, lots of taking the LORD's name in vain, mentions of racism, mentions of rape, and character deaths

Author's Note: So, this is my first SOA story. It is set during the timeline of the entire series, but I'm not going full canon. There will be things that are actually what happened in the show, but with my own twist, and things that are not show canon. The narrative is set to fit the story itself. If you are a Tara Knowles fan, be warned, as this story may not be for you. Please if you want to be tagged just in time for first chapter, please hit up my ask. I will gladly tag you all.

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SENSITIVE MATERIAL

CHAPTER 11

Deputy Chief David Hale casually made his way out of a local diner the following morning. He was carrying a bag of his favorite breakfast treats in one hand and holding a cup of black coffee in the other. This was his routine at least three times a week. The coffee Chief Wayne Unser would make at the station was absolutely horrid, and sometimes David hated the vending machine options. So, every other morning, he would find himself treating himself to some morning goodness.

As David continued to walk to his jeep, his mind kept replaying the events from last night like some cruel joke. He was having a nice dinner with the woman he's crushed on since forever, only for his big mouth to ruin everything.

Of course he had to bring up Jax Teller and SAMCRO, and of course, Lena just had to go and defend them like they weren't a bunch of criminals. SAMCRO was the reason that David decided to join the police academy in the first place. He was tired of them always getting away with murder, literally. He also knew that they had Unser in their back pocket, to help keep all of their dirt covered up. David never wanted to wish ill on anyone, but Unser's cancer diagnosis was like a blessing in disguise. The Chief only had a few more months left, and then he was to retire. And when he did, David, would be happy to take his place; to finally take SAMCRO down for good.

On the other hand, David also wished that he could go back in time, and tell himself to shut the fuck up sometimes. But Jax Teller would always remain a thorn in his side.

And speaking of the outlaw biker…

David finally approached his jeep, that was parked curbside, when the sound of a familiar motorcycle pulling up caught his attention. The Chief Deputy rolled his eyes in annoyance, as he watched his blonde biker nemesis quickly hop off his bike and confidently make his way up to him.

"Something I can do for you, Teller?" David bitterly questioned.

Jax gave a sarcastic chuckle, staring straight at David. "You and I need to have a chat, Deputy."

"About?"

"You know exactly what this is about." Jax spat in agitation. "Why were you at Lena's place last night? Harassing her? Trying to get her to rat on me and my club?"

Now it was David's turn to chuckle, as he stood toe to toe with the prince of Charming. "You think I was there to harass Lena? Well, Teller, clearly you're mistaken. What I do with Lena Daniels is none of your concern."

Jax's jaw ticked in anger. "It is my concern when she's my Old Lady."

"Well, word around town is that's not the case anymore." David spat with a smug smile. "Lena can see whoever she wants to, she's not some property you own."

Jax could feel the anger radiating off of his skin. It took everything, but the wrath of God, to stop him from knocking the Deputy Chief to the pavement. The club was already in hot water as it is, and him going to jail wasn't going to help the situation. "You know what, Hale? You're biting off way more than you can chew. Keep pushing my buttons."

David placed his hands on his hips in a defensive stance. "Are you threatening me, Teller?"

Jax took a deep breath, exhaling slowly to calm his nerves. He then looked David straight in his eyes, again, smirking. "This is your first and last warning, Hale. Stay…away…from Lena or you'll find out if I'm really threatening you." Was the last thing Jax said, before stalking back off to his bike.

As Jax quickly hopped on, he looked back at Hale for a few more seconds. Once he established ground, he then kicked started the bike, backing out, and driving down the street.

It didn't take Jax long before he found himself pulling his bike into the driveway of his best friend's home. After Donna's funeral, Opie had taken off on his own, leaving his kids in the care of Piney and Mary.

Jax knew that his best friend needed the time to come to terms with what happened to Donna, but he was happy that he was finally home. Although, what Opie was coming home to was just more tragedy.

Jax knew, or had a very high suspicion of, the real person who was responsible for his best friend's wife's death. When it came back that the Niners were not involved with Donna's death, that suspicion lead to Jax's own step father, Clay Morrow.

After a tip, ironically, from Deputy Chief David Hale, Stahl had set up Opie to look like a rat in SAMCRO's eyes. That was when Jax realized that it was highly likely that SAMCRO was involved with Donna's murder. Jax confronted Clay, but of course, Clay denied having any involvement. That still didn't change Jax's mind. He knew for a fact that both Clay and his right man, Tig, were the culprits.

Now was hard part of Jax coming clean and telling his best friend the truth or protecting the club.

Jax sighed heavily, hopping off of his bike and setting his helmet on the handle. He then removed his sunglasses, as he casually made his way up the rest of the driveway and into the garage where he finally spotted Opie, who had met him halfway. The two embraced in a brotherly hug.

"It's good to see you, brother."

Jax pulled away from his best friend. "How was the walkabout?"

Opie gave him a nonchalant shrug, looking down at his shuffling feet. "I'm doing okay."

Jax then in turn gave Opie a smile, before looking over his shoulder and noticing that Opie was starting a new bike project. "What's this?" He nodded, making his way over to the table and found himself surprised by what he saw. "Holy shit. Panhead EG. 63?"

"65." Opie corrected, also making his way over.

"Where the hell did you find it?" Jax questioned, still in awe.

"CHP pulled me over," Opie began, "in Ukiah." He folded his arms across his chest. "Started bullshittin' with me. They turned me on to this parts guy." He then pointed to the unfinished bike. "Electra Glide was just rotting behind some garbage. It's all there—stock."

Jax nodded. "That'll keep you busy."

"That's the plan." Opie countered firmly.

Things get quiet for a second, before Jax finally stated, "I missed you, bro."

Now it was Opie's turn to nod. "How's everything going? How's Lena doing? I forgot to thank her for the help with the kids, Donna's funeral, and shit." Opie questioned, as Jax sighed heavily at the mention of his ex's name. "What? What'd I miss?" The taller biker's brows furrowed in confusion.

Jax took a seat on the table, pushing his hair back. "I fucked up, Ope."

"What do you mean?"

Jax then looked up at his best friend. "Tara."

"Jesus fucking Christ, Jax." Opie exasperated, immediately knowing what happened. "How did Lena take it?"

Jax shook his head, staring ahead of himself. "Not good. The day of Donna's funeral, she ended us."

"And how does Tara fit into all of this?"

"She doesn't." Jax spat. "It was a stupid fucking mistake that I didn't realize until after it happened."

"So, what are you gonna do now?"

"What can I do, Ope?" Jax questioned, standing to his feet again. "Lee, won't even talk to me. And if she does, she's seriously pissed. Like I could blame her anyway."

"You'll figure it out." Opie reassured his best friend. "So, aside from your chaotic love life, how's everything else been going?"

Now it was Jax's turn to shrug, still not sure he should spill the truth to Opie. "You know, gettin' it done. Made a new deal with the Irish. Gonna run handguns up the coast till the ATF heat dies down."

Opie's brows furrowed again, in confusion. "What does that do for business?"

"We keep supplying Oakland." Jax stated simply. We just need to figure out who that supply goes to."

"Retaliation." Opie said, placing all the pieces together.

"Yeah." Jax nodded once more. "We're sitting down to figure it out…waited until you got back."

And before Opie could respond, the boys were interrupted by Opie's mother, Mary, as she waltzed her way into the garage. "Hey, Jax."

"Hey, Mary." Jax replied, giving his best friend's mother a hug.

"He's too skinny, right?" Mary pointed at her son, who turned away from her in embarrassment.

"Yeah, well, we'll beef him up." Jax joked, reaching over to playfully backslap Opie's stomach.

"Kids will be so glad to see you." Mary told her son sympathetically.

Jax noticed that his best friend had trouble making eye contact with Mary. He could see the pain written across Opie's face. Even though he was trying to hide it.

"I got some things to take care of." Opie brushed off, finally looking at his mother. "You mind picking them up from school, ma?"

"We can wait, man." Jax stepped in, knowing why Opie was avoiding seeing his kids.

Opie shook his head dismissively. "No. I'll see the kids later, ma." He kissed his mom on the cheek and turned to Jax. "See you at the clubhouse." He gave Jax's arm a quick pat, before stalking off.

Jax sighed deeply, watching Opie walk away, shoving his hands into his jean pockets. He then turned to look at Mary, seeing the desolate look across her face. "Ope loves his kids." He reassured her. "We all just got to give him a minute."

Mary nodded in agreement, reaching out to give Jax's arm a small squeeze. "Take care of him, Jax."

"Yeah." Jax said, also making himself scarce from the Winston household.

Lena sighed heavily, making her way out of another place, angrily crossing a line through their wanted ad in the newspaper. Since leaving her job at the clubhouse, Lena was trying to catch up on finding work, so she could afford the important things in life. Like food and shelter. She had been out all morning just looking for any kind of work, but everywhere she went was just a string of disappointments.

Lena was thisclose to calling up Luann and finally accepting her offer. But she didn't think she was that desperate.

Yet…

Lena was just about to make her way into the local diner on Main St, when she immediately spotted David Hale storming his way out of said diner in obvious anger. She knew she shouldn't bother, considering what went down between them last night, but curiosity and a bit of concern got the best of her.

Against her better judgement, Lena followed Hale all the way back to his jeep.

"David?" Lena called out, stopping him in his tracks.

The young Deputy Chief turned around and saw that Lena was approaching him.

"Are you okay?" Lena questioned.

"I'm fine, Lena. Is there something I can help you with?" David quickly snapped at his long time crush in irritation.

"Nothing." Lena could tell that David was still pissed from last night, and whatever happened in that diner, so she just decided to leave well enough alone and continue on about her business.

David sighed heavily, feeling bad for snapping at Lena that way. "Lena," he called out to her, now stopping her in her tracks. "I'm sorry."

Lena slowly turned back around to face the Deputy Chief. "I know you're probably still mad about what happened between us last night, but it looked like you were upset about something else when you stormed out of the diner. I just wanted to know if you were okay."

David nodded, starting to feel calm in Lena's presence. "Yeah, I'm fine. What are you doing out here?"

Lena released a deep breath. "Well, since SAMCRO no longer supplies my checks, I'm job hunting." She held up the newspaper in her hands.

"Speaking of SAMCRO," David began. "I had a little run in with your biker ex this morning."

Lena's brows furrowed in confusion, as she felt her heart drop into the pit of her stomach at the mention of her ex. "Jax? Why?"

"What do you think?" David questioned. "Apparently, he knew that I was at your house last night and tried to intimidate me. He was basically marking his territory."

"That didn't last long." Lena muttered to herself, feeling kind of relieved that she wasn't going crazy when she thought she heard Jax's bike last night. But she was also feeling a bit annoyed that her ex was reneging on what he told her he'd do. "Listen, David, whatever Jax is trying to do, don't—"

David immediately cut her off. "Jax Teller doesn't scare me, Lena."

"I never said he did." Lena countered.

Things are silent between the two for a few, before Deputy Chief spoke up again. "Look, I know that you and I have very differing opinions on the situation, but I just…can you please just be careful?"

"Be careful of Jax?" Lena questioned in uncertainty. She knew something other than Jax Teller and the Sons was plaguing his mind.

"Not just Jax." David began, looking at Lena knowing that there was something else aside from SAMCRO that was starting to brew in Charming. "I know this town is a little bit backwards at times, but there are some new players in town that you should be wary of." He said, thinking about the real reason he had stormed out of the diner from the disastrous lunch he had with his brother and the League of American Nationalists or so they called themselves.

David only saw them as white hate.

"Wary how?" Lena was definitely confused on what David was trying to get at. She could see that he was struggling for her sake to not say too much. "What more enemies for SAMCRO?"

"Possibly, yeah." David said. "But they are not fond of, and I say this with the least bit of offense, people like you."

"People like me?" Lena still questioned, as she was becoming annoyed with David's cryptic talk. "What, like as in a woman?" She questioned, and David shook his head, looking down at his shuffling feet. Lena finally caught on. "You mean as in a black woman?"

David nodded.

Lena then gave a dry chuckle, hating this town a little bit more. Although, Lena was of mixed race and grew up mostly around white people, she never questioned who she was. If her mother taught her one thing; it was to love herself for the skin she was in. Lena was proud to call herself a black woman in a town that had less than 10% of people of color. Black and non-black included. She had dealt with racism in the past. Being one of two of the only black girls going to her high school. Then a few years back, she had a short-lived face to face encounter with Ernest Darby and his group of neo-Nazi dickheads. Jax quickly shut that down, and Darby never came near her again.

Now, they were about to be dealing with this crap again.

"Lena," David spoke, breaking Lena of her thoughts, "just—I don't know how many times I have to tell you this, but just look out for yourself, okay? And if you need anything, don't hesitate to call me."

Lena nodded, still trying to process this. "Yeah, I will. Thank you."

"I've, uh, got to head back to the station. You need a ride anywhere?"

Lena shook her head at David's gesture. "No, I'm okay. My car is parked across the street."

Jax pulled his bike up the driveway to Lena's house, just as her Mustang arrived. He watched, as Lena hopped out of her car, before shutting off his engine. He then hopped off his bike and made his way to her.

Lena immediately turned to see her ex approaching her. "Jax, what are you doing here?"

Lena's ex just shrugged. "I was just in the neighborhood, and I just wanted to stop by and check on you."

"You were just in the neighborhood?" Lena eyed him warily.

"Yeah." Jax nodded.

Lena still looked her ex up and down with weariness in her eyes. Something was definitely off about him.

"What's the matter? Did something happen?" Lena questioned, hating herself a bit for still caring.

Jax swallowed hard, looking straight at Lena. "Can we talk?"

"Jax…" That was the last thing that Lena wanted to do. She needed a clean break from him, but it seemed like he wanted to make this hard for her. "If this is about David—"

Jax quickly cut her off. "No, it's not about Hale. I made sure that he already knows the deal." And before Lena could protest, he spoke up again. "I just really want to talk to you. Please." He pleaded.

Lena silently cursed at the pull in her heart, before turning heel and making her way up the rest of her driveway to her front door. She knew that Jax was following behind her. Once she opened the door, Lena settled her things on the table in the foyer and continuing to walk toward the living room. Jax closed the door behind himself and still continued to trail Lena's tracks.

Jax then found himself dropping onto her familiar ratty sofa, before watching Lena walk into her kitchen. She returned just a few short minutes later with a bottle of beer in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. She gave him the beer, and he silently thanked her. She then joined him on the opposite side of the couch.

Jax took a casual sip of his beer, just staring at Lena. He knew how much he had missed her, but seeing her now made his heart explode with want and need for her. She was so goddamn beautiful and if he had the chance, he'd take back that night in a heartbeat.

"You really look good, Lee," Jax began, taking another sip of his beer.

"Jax," Lena exasperated, not wanting to tread unchartered waters with her ex. But God, how much she missed him. "You said you wanted to talk. So, talk."

Jax, again, nodded, sinking down further into Lena's couch. No matter how much he complained about that thing, he would give everything just with lay with Lena on it. "Ope's home."

Lena felt a little relief in the pit of her stomach. She had been a bit worried about her ex's best friend since he took off after Donna's funeral. "That's good. He doing okay?"

"He's still trying to cope." Jax answered and then became quiet. "I…uh…helped him kill a man today in retaliation for Donna."

In all the years that Lena had known Jax, he was never really open about the things the club did. He always said it was for her protection. The less she knew, the less chances she had of getting hurt. So, she was surprised that Jax had volunteered this information as he did with Kohn a few weeks back.

"Jesus Christ, Jax." Lena then felt that relief turn into dread. "Niner?"

Jax shook his head. "No. Mayan."

"Why do I get the feeling there's a but somewhere in there?" Lena questioned, knowing Jax was leaving something out. "I thought you had pinned the murder on the Niners."

Jax, again, shook his head. "LaRoy said the Niners didn't do it, and I believe him."

"So, who found out it was the Mayans?"

"Clay said he found some information on what happened. It led us right to the guy."

"It wasn't him either, was it?" Lena immediately knew when Jax looked down at his feet. "So, an innocent man was killed today?" She knew that the man wasn't completely innocent, but in this case he was. "Do you even know who it is?"

Jax then looked back up at Lena. "I have my suspicions. They're not concrete, but I don't want to tell you, because I don't want you to end up like Donna."

"Jax…"

"Look, Lee, I told you all I could. Full disclosure." Things become quiet between the two, before Jax decided to change the subject. "Bobby's coming home tonight. We're having a party for him at the clubhouse. I really hope you'd come."

"I don't think so, Jax." Lena shook her head and quickly standing to her feet. She then grabbed Jax's empty beer bottle and made her way into the kitchen.

Lena didn't realize that Jax had followed her until she turned around and found him standing behind her.

"Please, just come to the party. You can stay as long as you'd like. We just need a lot of people there who love and support Bobby."

Lena thought about it for a moment. She knew that she shouldn't be going anywhere near SAMCRO, but she felt her resolve giving in. "Fine. I'll go."

Jax gave her a small smirk, before crowding her space. "I can give you a ride. I know you miss riding the bike."

Lena huffed, rolling her eyes, as she tried to ignore the closeness of Jax. "If I say yes, will you leave me alone?"

"Maybe." Jax playfully teased. "I have to go finish up some things, but I'll be back in an hour to come and get you."

"I feel like you've just set a trap, and I fell for it."

Jax just gave her a warm smile. "Thanks for the talk. I'll see you later." He leaned forward and pressed his lips against her cheek, before retreating from her sight.

Lena sighed in frustration the moment she heard Jax close her front door. She had a feeling that she was going to regret this.

Lena can admit that she did kind of miss riding on the back of Jax's bike. She always loved how freeing it felt and the wind whipping across her hair and skin. She also loved feeling so close to Jax, as she held onto him tightly.

When Jax pulled his bike into Teller-Morrow, the party was already in full swing. Classic rock music blasted in the air, while bikers entertained themselves with booze and scantily clad croweaters.

Lena hopped off of Jax's bike, straightening out her skirt. Jax followed right behind her, taking the helmet he gave her, and sitting it on the handle of the bike.

Lena turned her attention to her ex as his bright blues looked her up and down, a small smirk forming across his handsome features. The small amount of annoyance she felt was nothing compared to the butterflies she was feeling at his open staring. But she wasn't going to show it.

"What?"

Jax shook his head, his eyes trailing up her thick frame in the outfit she chose to wear for the night. It was the right amount of sexy without the skanky. "You look good, Lee."

Just those simple words caused Lena's cheeks to burn in a blush, but again, she was not going to play into his games tonight. She was here for Bobby and Bobby only.

"Don't do that." Lena chastised her ex playfully.

"Don't do what?" Jax questioned in feigned innocence.

"Be you." Lena spat, causing Jax to let out a small chuckle. "Jax Teller; pretty boy outlaw, who can charm the panties off of any dumb broad who walks his way. Me being here, don't change nothing between us, Jackson. I mean it."

Jax shrugged in a nonchalant manner, taking a step closer to Lena. "Maybe. Maybe not. And besides you're not some dumb broad." He reached up to caress his calloused thumb across the softness of her cheekbone.

Lena, still not falling for his charms, pulled back from his touch. Her perfectly arched brows furrowed in confusion. "What the hell does that mean?"

Jax pretended that her rejection didn't hurt, as he took another step toward her. "It means, let's just celebrate Bobby coming home, and we'll talk about us later."

Lena shook her head, quickly stopping her ex in his tracks, pressing her hand against the Vice President patch on the kutte he proudly wore. She tried to ignore the warmth she felt beneath her fingertips. "There is no us, Jax."

Jax just gave Lena another smirk, leaning forward. Her heart began to beat faster in her chest, the closer his mouth got to hers. He then bypassed her awaiting lips, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek.

Jax then whispered into her ear, "we'll see about that."

Lena's body shuddered involuntarily, and she hated herself even more. She could already feel her resolve starting to crumble a little bit more.

Damn him. She thought.

Fuck that. Damn me.

Lena then felt Jax reach down and grab her hand, locking their fingers, and pulling her over to the picnic table where the rest of SAMCRO welcomed her with open arms. They were excited to see that she was around. It was as if she had never left.

Lena then looked up to see the Queen of SAMCRO herself approaching her with a grin that matched Jax's.

"Don't look at me like that, Gem." Lena pointed out to her ex's mom. "I know what you're thinking. I'm just here for Bobby." As she kept reiterating. She thought if she kept saying it out loud, it would actually be believable enough.

"I wasn't thinking anything, sweetheart." Gemma said, the shit-eating grin still plastered on her face as she leaned in to kiss Lena's cheek and wrapped her arm around her son's ex's shoulder pulling her into an embrace. "How you been? You doin' alright?"

"I'm fine, Gemma."

"Come on, let's go and get you a drink." Gemma then pulled Lena away, but not before Lena glanced back at Jax, who just smiled and gave her a wink in the process.

Lena knew exactly what this was. Let the men talk about club business, while the women-folk occupied themselves with other things.

Of course in the few weeks that Lena had been away, the clubhouse hadn't changed one bit. No matter how much she, or the croweaters, or even the Prospect had scrubbed the place from bottom to top, it always reeked of stale beer, cigarettes, and pussy.

Tonight was definitely no different. Especially, since there was fresh (or not so fresh, depending on how you looked at it) pussy on full display. Whether it was swinging from the stripper pole or buried under Bobby's face.

Grossed out, Lena had had enough, and decided to go in search for Jax, who had disappeared out of nowhere. That hadn't surprised Lena at all. She was no longer in the company of his mother, who called it a night and went to go relieve Neeta of her babysitting duties. She volunteered to tag along, but Gemma turned her down. So, she found herself just wandering outside of the clubhouse.

Lena immediately spotted Opie, sitting at the picnic table by himself. Her heart dropped at the sight of Jax's best friend. He didn't look good at all. She knew that him losing Donna was still hitting him hard.

"I knew I'd find you out here."

Opie immediately looked up to see Lena approaching him, as he tried to plaster a smile on his face. He then stood to his feet, his 6 foot plus frame towering over her, as he embraced her in a hug.

"It's good to see you, Ope." Lena was the first to pull away, as they both took a seat at the table. "I'm glad you're home and safe. I hope your trip gave you some clarity."

Opie shrugged, finishing off his beer, and tossing it into the trash barrel. "I'm not exactly sure what it did for me. I come back home and Donna still ain't here."

Lena's stomach clenched, as she reached out to give his arm a small squeeze. "I'm so sorry, Ope."

Opie sighed heavily, and Lena could tell how much he was feeling sorry for himself. "I forgot to thank you for helping with the kids and helping to take care of everything for Donna's service."

"You don't have to worry about that." Lena shook her head. Thanking her was the least of his worries. "So, how are the kids?"

"They're alright, I guess." Opie gave another shrug.

"You guess?" Lena questioned. "Please, don't tell me you're avoiding your kids, Ope? They need you now more than ever."

"Kind of like how Jax needs you?" Opie quickly countered, but immediately regretted it.

"What?" Lena asked, taken aback. "My relationship with Jax is nothing comparable to you and the kids losing Donna."

Again Opie released a deep breath. "I know that, Lee. Listen, I took Donna for granted when she was here." He paused, swallowing thickly. "You and Jax —you're good for him, Lee. Please realize that before it's too late."

Now it was Lena's turn to swallow thickly at Opie's words. Looking up into his baby blues, she let his words sink in, before standing to her feet. "Go home to your kids, Ope." She told him, leaning down to place a kiss on his bearded cheek.

Lena was now really ready to call it a night and go the hell home. So, she went in search for Jax. As she began to look for her ex, Opie's words kept burning in the back of her mind. She tried to erase them and pretend as if he never said them. She knew that she and Jax had to work through a bunch of bullshit, aside from his indiscretion with his doctor ex, to even begin to think about trying to right the wrongs.

Of course Lena still loved Jax. That was something that she knew that wasn't going anywhere any time soon.

But was that love even enough?

Lena had stumbled onto her answer the moment she found Jax. He was currently sitting on his bike, nursing a cigarette, while smirking (yes, the same smirk), up at some scantily clad, bleached blonde standing between his legs.

Lena recognized that bad dye job and flat ass from anywhere. Ima Tite was one of Luann's little porn sluts. Now Lena would never judge a person by their job considering the man she was in love with was an actual criminal. But that stringy haired, no ass having bitch was on another level trifling whore. Where Tara was more of a quiet and reserved whore, Ima wore her skankiness on her sleeve. Or more like on her rancid pussy that was always hanging out of the lack of clothing she liked to not wear.

Lena knew for a while that Ima was trying to push up on Jax, but he always said that he wasn't interested in someone's pussy who'd been around the block a couple of times.

Lena guessed that had changed now.

Clearing her throat, Lena approached the pair. "I'm sorry to interrupt, but Jackson, I'm gonna head home."

Jax was surprised to see Lena now standing before him, not looking too happy, at the compromising position he was in. He quickly pushed Ima off of him and stood to his feet. "Lee," he called out to his ex, who was already trying to get away from him. "Shit."

Lena just wanted to get away. She didn't get too far though. She felt Jax grab her elbow and turned around to face him.

"That wasn't what it looked like." Jax tried to explain, but he knew that this was going to fall on deaf ears.

Lena took a deep breath, calming the urge to go off on him and that nasty bitch. She was trying to tell herself that Jax was no longer her responsibility anymore. "Jax, you don't need to explain anything to me. You can do whatever and whoever you want. Even if that is skanky porn sluts." She seethed, but loudly enough for Ima to roll her eyes at. "So, goodnight, I'm going home."

Jax tried to stop her again. "Lee, don't. Let me at least give you a ride home."

Lena chuckled sarcastically, snatching her arm from his grip. "Oh no," she threw up a hand, "I don't want to take up any more of your time. You go and have fun, Jax." She shooed him back to Ima, who was still desperately lingering next to Jax's bike.

"Lee, stop." Jax gritted, chasing Lena once again, but she was too quick for him. "That's not what I meant. Lee, please."

Lena just ignored Jax's pleas and continued on her way out of Teller-Morrow with Jax still trailing behind her. She was only focused on getting away.

Lena knew that she shouldn't have come to this party. Of course, she'd live to regret it. Jax hanging around Ima, while making promises to fix things between them only proved that they were not ready to start over. She knew that his wandering penis would always be a problem in their relationship.

When Lena finally stopped walking, she realized that Jax was no longer following behind her and that she had walked pretty far away from the garage. The sound of a revving engine startled her, as she quickly found herself running into the closest alleyway. The last thing she wanted was for Jax to try to get her back on his bike.

A procession of bikes zoomed right passed her hiding spot, and Lena breathed a sigh of relief. When the coast was clear, she continued on her way. She knew of a bus stop that just on the other side of the alley.

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While Lena silently cursed herself for letting herself fall for Jax's charms again, she hadn't noticed the vehicle that was slowly creeping up behind her. It wasn't until those bright headlights casted a shadow over her form.

Annoyed that Jax had found her, Lena slowly turned around to face him. She was immediately shocked and surprised to not find Jax's bike behind her. Fear and trepidation took over at the stark white van that had come to a complete stop.

Panic began to bubble in the pit of Lena's stomach, as the engine to the van died, but the headlights stayed on. The driver and passenger doors opened, as two masked figures stepped out. Her heart raced, and she jumped in fright as the figures slammed their doors shut in unison.

"What do you guys want?" Lena questioned, that fear intensifying in her gut.

The two figures just stood there, intimidatingly, not saying a word.

Although her feet felt like lead stuck in cement, Lena thought to make a run for it. But she didn't make it far, as a third masked figure appeared before her. She immediately noticed a tattoo on the throat of her terror, before his fist collided with the side of her face.

Lena cried out, now feeling herself being dragged by her hair back toward the van. With every bit of energy she had left, she tried to kick and scream her way out of their hold. Her scream suddenly died in her throat, the feeling of the wind being immediately knocked out of her lungs. She had been thrown against the side of the cold, brick wall, causing her to cry out in pain.

"Please," Lena sobbed, every scenario of her trying to escape what was going to happen to her, flashed through her mind, "what do you want?"

The figure that held Lena steady against the wall, amidst her struggling. She then felt him lean forward, his breath sending a disgusted shudder down her spine.

"I want you to deliver a message for me, nigger." The figure spat, and Lena felt sick to her stomach. "I want you to tell that race-traiting old man of yours and his little biker gang, to stop selling guns to other niggers and wetbacks." He continued, getting frustrated at her struggling. He then slammed her face into the wall harder for emphasis. "If not, bitch, we will find you and do this again."

Lena let out another choked sob, as she was then carelessly thrown to the ground, the side of her head bouncing off the wet pavement. Her screams of protest went unheard over the heavy weight now pressing against her spine.

Lena continued to struggle, trying her hardest to try and fight back, but they were just too overpowering for her. She then felt the stockings she wore being torn to scraps, followed by her underwear.

Lena tried to plead with them not to do this, but that all went ignored. A strong hand covered her mouth, and she let out a muffled scream when her worst nightmare came true. Her body felt like it was being ripped in half as she was now being violated in the worst way possible.

Lena finally stopped her struggle, now feeling completely numb to it all. By the time that each of them were done with her, guilt and shame covered her from head to toe. To add insult to injury, she was warned once again to tell Jax and SAMCRO to stop selling to color or they'd find her and do it all again.

When those headlights finally disappeared, Lena finally let out the choked sob that she had been holding in, curling into herself.

She had no idea what to do next.