I had forgotten to mention this before, but this story doesn't really follow the series, as my story is set in a time where Jax is president, Opie is vice president, and Happy is Sergeant at Arms.

I hope you like this chapter. Please leave suggestions/comments in the reviews.

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CDMX

Jax's eyes were filled with anger and his lips were curled up in a nasty snarl. His eyes flicked to the liquid on the ground, then back up at me. He didn't say anything, just pushed his arm against my throat more.

He turned his head to the group of men behind him. "Close the gate." He ordered, and Juice quickly ran off to close and lock my only escape route.

I held his arm pressing against my throat, attempting to loosen his grip, but he was much stronger than I was, and he only pressed harder. I looked over at Brandon, who looked to be on the verge of bawling his eyes out in the arms of Happy. He was terrified. I was scared too, but I was trying to compose myself and think of how to get away.

Jax looks over at Happy and Brandon. "Let's take this inside." He says, and Happy starts dragging Brandon past us. Brandon starts to struggle, but Happy smacks him in the gut with his gun. Brandon curls over in pain and Happy quickly drags him into the club house.

I look at Jax. He still hasn't moved, and the pressure on my throat is worse than before. He takes his free hand and pushes my hood off my head, and then pulls my beanie off. My hair falls into my face, and Jax's face suddenly changes. The pressure on my throat releases slightly and I take a gasp of air. He turns to Opie and Tig, who are still waiting behind him. "It's a girl." He says, sounding perplexed.

As Jax is distracted, I quickly push his chest. He stumbles back just enough for me to duck around him and run. "Hey!" He yells as he reaches to grab me, but misses. I dodge past the other two men, who also reach out to grab me. I make towards the gate, which is closed and locked, but I have no other way out. I hear their footsteps following behind me quickly. I gasp for air, as I am still recovering from having my throat squashed by Jax's arm.

I make it about ten more steps before I feel someone's arms around my waist. They pull me back with such force that I am thrown on top of them as they fall backwards. I grab at their hands, trying to free myself, but they roll over with ease so my face is now planted firmly on the ground and their whole body weight is crushing me to the floor. I let out a groan and try to get up, but they are too heavy. I manage to turn my head sideways so I can see the two other men, Tig and Jax, which means Opie is currently lying on me. No wonder I can't move under his weight.

Jax kneels down by my head. He smiles and says, "Fuck, you're a little brat, aren't ya." He stands up again and motions for Opie to get up. Opie gets up and pulls me up with him, holding onto my upper arms so firmly that I am sure it will bruise later.

They start to walk towards the club house, pushing me along. I try to stop moving by pushing my feet into the ground. It works for only a moment, as Opie just grabs my waist and lifts me up higher so my feet can no longer touch the ground.

I scream angrily and kick the air in front of me. I try to hold myself back by pushing on either side of the door frame with my feet. Tig sighs and punches the side of my left knee cap. I scream in pain and my leg falls off the door frame. They quickly get me inside and close the door.

The air inside smells terrible, like cigarettes, vomit and booze, and the low lighting makes the place seem dank. Brandon is lying on the floor in the middle of the room cluttered with tables, chairs, lounges, a bar and a pool table. He looks like he has been crying and there is blood coming from his nose and mouth. He is groaning in pain and hardly moving.

Opie drops me on the nearest lounge. I fall onto it and Opie pushes me down so I am lying down. My knee is throbbing in pain, and as I try to move the pain rips through me and I scream, tears forming in my eyes. I gulp back the lump in my throat as I am pushed back down.

There is an air of hostility in the room and everyone is on edge. Jax turns to Brandon, who is lying on the floor. "You better start fuckin' explaining what the fuck you were doing out there!" He yells at Brandon, who is unable to respond. Jax kicks Brandon in the gut, and Brandon curls over more and lets out a pained wheeze.

"No!" I scream, and reach out to Brandon, which causes me to fall off the lounge. I hold in another scream of pain as my knee objects to the movement. Opie is quick to pick me up by the shoulders and put me back on the lounge, this time in a sitting position. I look at Jax. "No." I repeat, softer than before.

Jax takes a few steps towards me. "Do you wanna start talking, girl?" He asks, anger and purpose filling his voice.

I gulp. I look at Brandon, and then back at Jax. "It… it.. uh…it." I stamper. "It isn't his fault." I manage to say under the intense glare of everyone in the room.

"And why the fuck not?" Demands Jax.

Opie leans over me, a menacing expression on his face. I gulp again, trying to get rid of my fear, which is causing my whole body to tremble. "It's not his fault." I say again.

"So you tried to kill us?" Tig asks, his eyes sparkling with evil thoughts.

"I… uh… No." I stamper.

Tig raises his voice. "So he tried to kill us?" He yelled, pointing at the broken Brandon.

"No!" I try to stand up in defiance, but my knee gives way, and I fall onto Opie, who catches me easily, as if I weigh no more than a feather. He pushes me back down. I hold in my scream and try to ignore the intense pain coming from my leg.

Jax stalks over to me, and leans into my face, "Someone needs to start explaining, and now." He says, his voice calm, but filled with hidden emotions.

I try to look away from him, but he grabs my jaw and moves my head back to face him. "Now." He repeats, the anger in his voice a bit more obvious. "Or you aren't walking out of here alive."

I gulp again, trying to get rid of the lump in my throat. I didn't want to cry anymore, and I had to be strong for myself and for Brandon, who was making strained gargling noises on the floor.

"I wasn't trying to kill you." I say steadily. I was surprised my voice was so steady, but I kept my composure and stared into Jax's eyes.

"It fuckin' looked like you were!" Yelled Tig, moving closer to me.

I flinched, but Jax stood up straight and put his hand out towards Tig. "Shut. Up." He said, emphasising each word. Tig stopped moving. Jax leaned back over me, with his hand resting on the wall above my head. "Keep talking." He instructed.

"I…I…I just…" I looked away from Jax, but he turned my head again to face him and nodded his head to tell me to keep talking.

"I just wanted to hurt you." I admitted. Jax's eyes changed slightly, but I couldn't read the emotion in them.

"Why?" He asked.

I looked away again, but Jax moved my head to face him again, but more forcefully this time. "Why." He repeated, a bit louder than last time.

I didn't want to tell him the real reason, so I stayed silent. Jax slammed his hand against the wall above my head, which made me flinch again. "Answer me!" He yelled, "WHY!"

I took a few quick breaths as my heart raced. "Because you killed my brother!" I yelled as I pushed him back and stood up in anger. "You killed my brother!" I yelled again. "And my Dad." I looked down at Brandon. "And probably my best friend too!" I turned my head and tried to stop the tears in my eyes from escaping.

Jax stood there for a moment, frozen by what I had said. His hard expression softened a little bit and he wiped his hand along his blonde beard.

"So you wanted to kill me?" He asked softly, "For killing your family."

"No" I mumbled. "I didn't want to kill you. Just hurt you." I looked at him. He seemed conflicted.

Happy scoffed. "You know blowing people up usually kills them." He says, in his low gruff voice.

"I wasn't going to blow you up." I tried to explain. "Just hurt you."

"Why?" Asks Jax again.

I look around the room. The hatred I felt for these men was immense, and I would have liked nothing more than to punch my way out of the room, but I knew I would never get out if I tried that, so I tried to explain myself instead.

"So you had scars." I started. "For the rest of your lives. So you would wake up every morning and have to remember what you did."

"If you had managed to pull it off, we would have killed you for it." Says Opie, who is standing over Brandon's almost lifeless body.

Happy scoffs again. "Who says we aren't gonna kill them anyway." He says. "That's what you get if you try kill a Son."

"I didn't try to kill you!" I yelled at Happy. I was met with a hard, cold stare by the man.

Jax steps forward and places a hand on my shoulder. He pushes me back onto the lounge, which makes me flinch as my knee reminds me that it still hurts and I had just stood up on it. He kneels down in front of me. His whole demeanour had changed and he seemed almost sympathetic now.

"What's your name?" He asks.

I look at him, and then look away. I didn't want to tell the guy my name. He could probably find anything out about me if I told him my name. I looked over at Brandon, who had managed to almost regain his consciousness. He was groaning and moving a bit more than before. I wonder what they did to him before I entered the room, but I quickly look away as I don't want to think about it.

Jax slaps me softly on the cheek to get my attention. "Name." He repeats, with less kindness in his voice.

"Jasmine." I say.

Jax sighs. "You're lying."

"Miranda."

"Still lying."

"Emma."

"No."

"Georgia."

"No."

"Fred…"

A small smile flicks across Jax's face, but it disappears so quickly I question whether it even existed. "Your name." He says, the hard expression returning to his face.

I gulp again. "Ellie." I say. "Ellie Wolfe."

Jax's expression changes again as he places all the pieces together. He steps back. "Zander's sister?" He asks.

I nod my head. I look down, trying to get rid of the tears that were developing in my eyes again. I hated hearing Zander's name coming out of the mouth of the man who was responsible for his death.

"I'm sorry." He says after a long pause.

His words anger me. He is sorry? Oh really! Is that because his actions have come back to bite him in the ass. Is he sorry that he killed my brother, or is he sorry that he got caught out and called a murderer? I look up at him, anger filling me. "Fuck you!" I yell. "Fuck you!"

He frowns at me, unsure of where my anger came from, as I was just crying two seconds ago.

I stand up, ignoring the pain in my knee. "Fuck you!" I yell again. "Fuck you and your stupid fucking club! Saying sorry won't bring him back! Nothing will bring him back!" I take a breath. The tears start to drip from my eyes. "You killed him! It's your fault!" I scream. "You killed him!" The tears start to take over and I start shaking as the tears now flow from my eyes. I start to fall as the crying makes my legs weak. Jax quickly steps forward to catch me. He pulls me close and holds me up, as my legs can no longer hold my body weight.

I lean into him and rest my head on his chest and let his shirt soak up my tears. I try to get the energy to fight him off, but my body has given way, and his hug feels nice. Nobody has hugged me since Zander died, and Jax's warmth and beating heart against my cheek is comforting.

After a minute, Jax gently pushes me back onto the lounge. I wipe my face with the sleeve of my jumper, and sniff up the snot filling my nose.

He sighs and turns away from me. He must have made a face at Opie, as Opie shrugs at him and Happy and Tig seem angrier at him.

"Church." Jax says. "Now." He walks towards another room, which has a large table surrounded by chairs. He turns to Juice. "You and the prospects stay with them." Juice nods. "And don't let them go anywhere." He adds.

Jax and the rest of the men went into the other room. They closed the door behind them. I could hear them arguing, but I couldn't quite make out what they were saying. I looked over at Brandon, who still hadn't gotten off the floor. I started to stand up so I could go and check him, but Juice was quick to push me back onto the lounge, and with more force than I thought was necessary.

"Don't." He says, pointing his index finger at me.

"I just wanted to check on Brandon." I say, and look back over at Brandon. He has to have a concussion at least, and probably a few broken bones.

Juice doesn't answer and just stares coldly at me.

"Jeez, ok then." I say, and lift my legs up onto the lounge to try be more comfortable in this horribly uncomfortable situation I had gotten myself into. How could I be so stupid and get caught like I did? I think over what had happened before I got caught and realised even if I had lit it up, I still probably would have got caught, because I was nowhere near the exit, like I had originally planned to be. Well, I guess nothing ever really goes to plan, and my life is a pretty good example of that. I hadn't planned for my brother to be murdered by a bunch of bikies, or have my dad die, or end up trying to hurt them, and I definitely didn't plan on getting caught and have my best friend get hurt because of me.

I sigh to myself and look back over to the door. I couldn't hear them arguing anymore, but they still hadn't come out and it had been about fifteen minutes now.

About five minutes later they all came out of the room. Tig and Happy looked really pissed, but the others didn't seem as on edge as those two. Jax looked at Brandon and shook his head, then came over to me.

"We've come to a decision." He says calmly. "You're going to leave."

I sit back up. "Leave?"

"Leave Charming." He corrects.

"What?" I stand up to face him. "I can't leave Charming. My whole life is here."

"Well, the way you describe it, we killed your 'whole life' and now you have nothing left than to try get revenge." Jax says, his voice starting to rise. "So you are going to leave Charming and never come back, and if I see you here again, I won't be so forgiving. Do you understand me?"

I nod. I guess that is my only choice; leave charming or get myself killed. I look over at Brandon again. "What about Brandon?" I ask.

Jax's eyes flick over to Brandon, and then back to me. "We will help you take him back to your house, then you will leave town with him."

I sigh and look down at the floor. Fuck. I think. I nod my head in understanding, but keep looking at the floor. Jax pushes my chin up with the back of his fingers and looks into my eyes. His mouth twitches slightly and he sighs. He lets go of my chin and walks over to help Happy with Brandon.

Jax looks over at Opie. "Take her out to the van." He instructs. Opie is quick to put a supportive, but firm hand on my shoulder and start leading me back outside.

He leans into my ear and whispers, "None of that nonsense." He says, reminding me of how he got me into the club house. "Or you'll regret it." He adds.

I turn around to look at Brandon being supported by Happy and Jax. His eyes are fluttering open, and I can see the concern in his eyes. He has been so out of it, he probably has no idea what is going on, but then I see the emotion in his eyes quickly change. Opie tries to lightly push me forward with the hand that is on my shoulder, but I resist him.

My stomach drops as I see Brandon's eyes quickly flick to Happy, filled with this new emotion that looks foreign in his innocent eyes.

"BRAN! NO!" I scream, but it is too late. Brandon lunges on Happy, putting his full weight onto Happy's neck. Jax is quick to respond and tries to pull Brandon off, but Happy has already taken his knife from his belt. He pushes it into Brandon's side with ease. I scream again as Happy pulls out the knife. Brandon gasps and Jax is able to pull him off Happy.

Jax is holding up Brandon, but the anger in Happy'e eyes shows exactly what is going to happen next. He pushes the blade into Brandon's belly as easily as a normal person would cut soft cheese. He pulls it out and pushes the knife back into Brandon's belly one more time, and pulls it out with a twist. Brandon tries to gasp, but instead makes a gurgling sound as a small amount of blood dribbles from his mouth.

I pull free from Opie and run to Brandon as Jax lowers him onto the floor. This time nobody tries to stop me, and I kneel beside Brandon.

"Brandon?" I say as I grab him, unable to hold back the tears that are flooding my eyes.

He looks into my eyes. His eyes are filled with pain, but a small sparkle appears when he looks at me. He tries to breathe in, but only manages a faint gurgle. I look into his eyes and watch as the sparkle slowly fades and his eyes become blank and emotionless.