Chapter 8

While the sex and time together was great for the new couple, Logan had to return to her hotel. It was Sunday evening, and she was already dreading work the next day. She sat on her computer, sighing ever few seconds and erasing everything she had previously typed. She did not want to do this article, not even for $1,000,000.

SAMCRO; Friendly MC or Dangerous Gang?

She groaned at the thought of writing such terrible things about the club her new boyfriend was part of it, she hated it more than anything. She tossed and turned on her bed, thinking of what loop-hole she could find; her solution? She didn't have one.

To simplify the things for her boss, she turned to Google to help her out. She found various published articles and suspiciousions over the sons, figuring she could throw them in. She mentioned quite a few things about all the local fundraisers the club was part of or completely in charge of each year, how much money the club donated to the city, helping wherever she could. She even put a bit of a sob story in about an arrest that put 5 of the members behind bars, because they refused to let demolition happen in Charming three years prior.

After typing a decent amount for her turn-in, she saved and closed her computer. Setting her alarm for the next morning, Logan laid her head down and tried to get some sleep. It was going to be a long week.

So, maybe times moved a little faster than she thought, and her boss wasn't as dumb as she thought, either. After three weekly turn-ins for her article that had no juicy news, he was getting upset. He had pulled her in for a meeting her fourth Friday there, explaining that if she didn't come up with something interesting, she didn't need to have a job there. Luckily, Logan talked her way through it, convincing him that it was hard to get an inside eye on the club and she just couldn't collect more information than there was to currently collect. He gave her some slummy report on one of the local politicians laundering money, which she had no problem taking. She loved digging dirt up on public officials.

Her new studio apartment was just a 3-block walk from her office, which was nice. But what was nicer was Jax always picking her up at the office.

He showed up that Friday with a smile pasted on his face, so excited to see her after her long work week. She got into the vehicle, lighting a joint almost immediately.

"Fuck," she exhaled. "I'm already so tired of this bullshit. Be a journalist, they said. It'll be a blast, they said. Yeah, well they fucking lied." she vented to herself. Jax couldn't help but laugh at the cute brunette; no matter how mad she was, she still looked hotter than Hell.

"Calm down, killer." he told her, heading back to the club house. "You have a nice relaxing weekend before you have to go back."

Logan exhaled again, passing the joint to Jax and then leaning back against her seat. He was right, a nice relaxing weekend was just what she needed.

The couple arrived at the club house, seeing Juice and Chibbs outside carrying on conversation. Opie as in the garage with his dad, working on a bike. All of her normal surroundings that she had grown to love so much.

The two got out of the car and headed inside, where Logan planned to get a drink.

She was so happy with how things were going, especially since the club was getting most of their money from the porn business now. Jax had informed that after their last mule deal they were done with it all, he wanted to keep everyone safe, including her.

The two were sitting down and having a drink when Clay approached Jax, whispering in his ear. The VP nodded, taking the last few drinks of his beer. He stood up, giving Logan a kiss on the cheek.

"I'll be right back, sweetheart. Club business." She nodded, watching him and Clay walked to the backroom.

She sighed, kicking her feet. The first 10 minutes weren't so bad, but by the time she had waited 30, she was fed up. She got up and snuck down the hall to the door Jax and Clay had went through and pushed her ear to it, listening.

"Yeah, well, if you want the guns you'll work on our time." she heard Jax say. She assumed his was on the phone, from listening to the one-sided conversation. "I told you, Sunday night. No sooner. Everything will be ready for you." She pushed away from the door, her heart hurt and sinking.

It wasn't the fact that he was still outlawing, she didn't have a problem with that. It was the fact that he had lied straight to her face. She walked back to the bar, grabbing her clutch and making it for the door. She could hear the door opening down the hall way and two sets of feet walking out. She kept for the door, not moving her line of sight.

She made it outside, pulling up her phone and calling a taxi to deliver her to her apartment. She gave them the address and hung up, stanidng by the entry gates.

"Where are you going?" she heard Jax yell as he ran to her side. "Is something wrong?"

She spun around to face him, eyes dark and cold, face red.

"You lied." Was all she had to say.

He took a step back, sighing and running his hand throgh his greasy blonde hair. He kicked the ground and looked down for a moment, shoving his hands in his pocket.

"Logan, it's not-"

"The truth." she snapped at him. "You lied to my face. Honesty; it's all I've ever asked for. I didn't fucking care what business you did in the beginning, but you lied to me. Completely fucking lied to me." Luckily, Charming was a small town and it didn't take long for a taxi to arrive.

Jax tried to say everything he could to get her to not get into the taci, but it was hopeless. Before it pulled out of sight Logan chucked a key out of the back window onto the concrete, landing with a ting; it was his house key. He picked it up, her memory laying in his hands. Kicking the ground, he spun around, more pissed at himself than ever.

Short chapter, once again. Sorry folks, but to get this story where I need it to go we're gonna have some short filler chapters every once in a while. Next chapter is gonna be exciting, I promise.