Note: So here is another chapter. This one is Jax's POV. I debated so much how I wanted this chapter to end and it wasn't easy for me to end it in the note that I did. I had one thing in mind and I birthed another. It happens as, we, the writers, put our thoughts in paper. The story starts growing its own legs.

I have introduced a new character by the name of Belize. Belize is an infusion of Lafayette from True Blood and Belize from Angels in America. Both fantastic characters with so much depth and truth (this is specially the case with Belize in Angels of America).

Unfortunately, in parts of this story I had to use some terms that normally I am very uncomfortable using. I am incredibly liberal and hate the usage of any terms that are degrading to any sort of group. That includes the N word (which I detest and refuse to use in my everyday life), the R word that describes mentally challenged people, and the F word that describes gays.

Again, the usage of any offensive word is not meant for anyone in particular and I apologize in advance if I offend anyone. Given that SOA does touch on the subjects of racial and social tensions between groups, I felt that I had to use some words to accurately bring to life some minor characters.

You guys know the drill… The more reviews, the faster I'll put up the other chapter. I think I am going to hit the acceleration button because this story is not where I want it to be. I haven't even gotten to the juicy parts yet.

Ten reviews or more and Chapter 20 will be put up.

XOXO

Chapter 19

Friday, June 20th, 1997

Stahl grunted out of pure frustration.

The judge kept her hands folded in front of her, a blasé look plastered against her face as Stahl whispered furiously.

His appointed lawyer looked as smug as ever.

"She looks hella pissed," whispered Opie.

Jax continued looking forward not once acknowledging his best friend.

"Jackson, you got to talk to me, brother. Stahl is going to try and get us to flip. We got..."

"How about you shut up?" whispered Jax. "Too many ears, right now."

Jax leaned back and watched as Stahl stomped to her table, a frown etched on her face.

Jax couldn't help the smirk that spread across his face. A smirk that was quickly replaced with a frown once he noted Stahl's face brighten up, a small smile spreading across her lips.

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Jax's eyes remained closed as he heard the buzzer of his holding cell go off.

He heard the shuffling of the prisoner's feet and the keys unlocking the cuffs.

His eyes remained closed even after the cell door re-closed and he felt his cellmate sit on the bed across from him. The silence was absolute for about five minutes, until it was suddenly broken.

"You really going to ignore me?"

"Got nothing to say to you. After all, you did tell me to fuck off. Just respecting your wishes." Jax didn't even bother opening his eyes.

"What fucking reaction did you expect? Since we were kids, we have shaped our whole lives around wearing the patch. You and I are suppose to take the gavel one day. And then you break the fucking news, that you were going to leave Charming with your girl after years of us planning the future of Samcro. How else did you expect me to react? You wanted me to throw you a fucking away party, while everything that was familiar to me, to us, crumbled to the ground?"

"No, I wanted you to be my best friend and support my decision. Things change Opie," Jax opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling. "All we have known is Samcro. All we are suppose to love is Samcro," Jax sat up, "but there is more out there to love. Do you seriously think that what Samcro is, is what JT and Piney wanted for the club? Fuck Op, everyday while I wore that patch it seemed to me that the club was moving in the wrong direction. Everyday, we got into shit deeper than what we could handle and no one is stopping it. Fuck man, when will it stop? All the lies, all the greed, all the murder? All the bloodshed...for what? What is it all for? It ain't about brotherhood anymore. It stopped being about brotherhood a long time ago. It's about power and money and greed."

Jax looked at his best friend. "Is there anything in this world that you love so much that you would do anything to protect it?"

Opie remained silent as he contemplated his answer.

"How 'bout Donna? Ellie? How about Kenny that should be born any day now? Don't you love them more than Samcro?"

"What type of fucking question is that?"

"The type that should be asked. Fuck, Op... I had a chance to do something for myself. To make a change and now its all fucking gone." Jax rubbed his eyes with one of his hands. "Tomorrow is her birthday," he whispered. "Tomorrow is her birthday and instead of being there for her, I am here, rotting away, my chances of making everything right, slipping further and further away."

"Jax..."

"Don't bother, Op. Tara is probably long gone by now. Let's just..." he paused. "Let's just keep our head down until this ATF bitch plays all her cards."

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Saturday, June 21st, 1997, 5: 03 am

Jax grunted as he felt the blow hit one of his kidneys. Blood spurted out from his mouth and for a brief second, he felt the tears dwell in his eyes. Blinking them back, Jax try to hold the other grunt that threaten his lips as he felt another kick in his shins. Falling on the floor, face down, he prayed for salvation.

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Saturday, June 21st, 1997, 9: 30 am

The blood had long dried. The smell was unbearable like old urine mixed with mold and coopery blood…his blood. His ears still rung from the kick he received earlier and all he could do is hope that he didn't have some sort of permanent damage. He laid on the cold floor, facing the wall. Back in isolation for his own protection, according to the warden.

He heard the door open and close rapidly, a small sliver of light coming thru before it closed. The urine smell soon smelled sweet and flowering, like expensive name brand perfume. He faintly heard the clicking of the heels in the cement floor.

He felt her hands smooth away his blood encrusted hair.

"Oh poor Jax," she whispered in her sweet voice. "I'm sorry you had to encounter some of my dear buddies earlier this morning but a girls' got to do what a girls' got to do. I need you to start naming names. The judge is keeping you here for another two weeks until the ATF gathers substantial proof that Samcro is connected to the Real IRA. Each day that passes, the level of brutality will increase. Right about now, Opie is getting a little taste too. Aryan's jumped him in the shower. Can you believe that?" She paused before leaning in closer. "Consider yourself lucky you didn't get ass fucked like your best friend is right now. Can't guarantee that won't happen tonight."

She gave him a small kiss behind his ear. "Talk soon, Jackson, and this will all go away."

Stahl stood straight and waited by the door as the guard opened it for her.

"It don't matter how much time passes," Jax said clearly. "Two years, five, ten..." He turned his head and looked at her with cold hard eyes. "One day, a Son will put a bullet between those two eyes of yours and there ain't nothing no one is going to do to stop it."

Jax took satisfaction in the brief look of terror that crossed Stahl's eyes.

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Later that day…

Jax held his screams as the Aryan fucker kicked him again in the gut. He was pretty sure he had at least a couple of broken ribs.

"Come on, pretty boy," said the fucker. "Scream for Daddy," he sneered as his friends laughed around him. He circled Jax like a predator entrapping his latest victim. "How about I make you suck my dick, pretty boy? That'll teach you about the Aryan Nation."

"You pull your pants down and I swear you won't have any dick left after I fucking bite it off," replied Jax from the floor.

"Who you talking back to, pretty boy?"

Jax noticed the swastika tattooed in the Aryan's forehead. Gemma was part Jewish and he felt hatred spread across his spine.

"You going to kill me, fucker do so," he stood on shaky legs. "But know this, I'll never become your fucking butt boy and I will never fucking backdown. You all want to kill me, fine but not without me taking some of you with me."

"Biker boy got balls," sneered one of them. "Go teach him who is boss, Tiny."

Jax braced himself for the blows that were to land on his injured body. "Go ahead, cabron. Go ahead and beat the shit out of me. Death would be a welcomed friend."

A knock startled everyone in the isolation room that was destined to be Jax's personal hell.

"Wrap it up boys. Tomorrow you could continue with this little get together," said the guard.

One by one, Jax watched the men walk out of the isolation room.

"Until tomorrow, pretty boy. Make sure to have ass prepared for all of this," said Tiny as he grabbed his crotch.

Jax waited for about five minutes before emptying his stomach on the cold floor.

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Sunday, June 22nd, 1997, 9: 21 am

"Got a name for me yet?"

Jax opened the one eye that was not swollen shut.

"Fuck you, you stupid bitch," he seethed.

Stahl smiled. "The only one who is going to be fucked tonight is you, Jackson."

Jax shook his head. "When I get out of here, you are the one who is going to be begging me for mercy. Mark my words, June Stahl."

"GUARD!" yelled Stahl.

The maximum security door opened quickly.

"Yes, Agent Stahl?" asked the gapped tooth guard.

"I suggest you get the prisons' medical team in here. Mr. Teller seems to be in pretty bad shape. Have a doctor come in and fix him up." Stahl gave Jax a sinister grin. "We got to make sure Cinderella looks pretty for the ball tonight."

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About an hour later…

"Jesus…"

Jax tried to open his one eye but gave up when he felt the cold fingers of the other person on his neck.

"Who the fuck did this to you?" muttered the man.

"Aryan Nation. ATF bitch," Jax struggled to get out. "ATF bitch paid them."

The man tried to lift Jax's prison shirt. Jax hissed in pain.

"I suspect you have some cracked or broken ribs," said the man. "We got to get you to the medical ward. I don't give two fucks who this ATF bitch is. You fucking crackers are crazy…"

"She won't let you move me," muttered Jax. "She wants me here tonight so the Aryan Nation could do her bidding."

Jax winced as he finished his sentence.

"Ain't no one going to touch you, angel. I'll make sure of that."

"Who are you to stop her?" Jax managed to open his one good eye.

If it weren't for the fact that he was in massive pain, he would laugh at the sight in front of him.

A tall bald black man, with the largest hoop earrings and tight white nurses scrubs stood in front of him. He had a bright pink scarf hanging from his shoulders.

"Who I am, angel? You could call me Belize. All my patients do. To that cracker ATF bitch," Belize said," I am going to be her worst nightmare, sugar."

With that said, Belize reached into his medical bag and took out a small scapel.

"Here angel. Anyone from the Aryan Nation come in here, slit their throat right open. Cut anyone who comes here who wants to harm you. I'm going to get some reinforcements," whispered Belize.

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Tuesday, June 24th, 1997, time unknown

"Where is Opie?"

His throat was raspy from misuse.

"Who is Opie, angel?"

Jax opened his good eye. The bright light made him shut it again.

"Where am I?"

"The medical ward," answered Belize.

"How you managed?"

"I use to suck the warden's dick."

"And?" whispered Jax.

"I bet his wife and four children and his church congregation won't take too kindly to that fact. I even got pictures of his glorious ass in the shower. A little blackmail don't hurt nobody once in a while."

"Opie… You got to find Opie for me."

"Who is Opie, angel? Is the Aryan Nation also after him?"

Jax nodded and he winced as he felt the sharp pain on his sides.

"Crack ribs, angel. Those damn crackers don't fuck around. I am going to try and track down this Opie fellow for you. I'll see what I could do. Can't promise you anything though, angel. Used my recreational activities with the warden to save your pasty ass."

"Just find him, please Belize," begged Jax. "Please…"

"Here, angel, drink this. It will make it all go away."

Belize helped propel Jax's head with one of his hands. Putting a pill in his mouth, Belize watched as the blonde biker drank the pill and water with much relief.

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Time: Unknown

"Belize?"

"You thought that little fag could protect you pretty boy?" someone whispered in his ear.

Jax opened his eye. The Aryan with the swastika was hovering above him…Tiny, Jax recalled his friend calling him that.

"That little stunt you pulled with the little fag nurse, will cost you, pretty boy," sneered Tiny. "Look over there, pretty boy."

Jax followed Tiny's gaze and nearly sat up. Tiny held him down and covered Jax's mouth with one of his.

Opie was being held up by one of Tiny's buddies, his body semi-conscious, his hair matted with dried blood.

Tiny leaned over and whispered in Jax's ear. "You got lucky, pretty boy. We can't touch you. Warden won't allow it, that old fool. That fag nurse tried to save your giant friend. Too bad that he-she failed. This is what happens when you defy the Aryan Nation."

Tiny nodded his head and Jax saw the shiv. He shook his head furiously and watched as the man holding Opie pulled his head up by his hair.

Opie looked eyes with Jax and mouthed "I got this."

Jax was still screaming forty minutes later, long after Opie stop bleeding from his throat.