Jax and Evie's eyes watched Eli's police cruiser tear down the street in anger.

Evie shook her head in disappointment as she saw the cruiser turn once it reached the end of the block.

"I want to apologize for my brother's behavior."

"You don't have to apologize, Evie. I would be surprised if he didn't act like that. He's your brother. He's just trying to look out for you and Andre."

"He may be my brother, but he should have never acted like that. We were raised to give the benefit of the doubt no matter who it is. I guess that lesson never entered Eli's thick skull," they both chuckled as Evie shifted her weight on each foot, not sure on where to go with their current conversation.

"You wanna go inside and have a beer? I'd rather lay out everything for you inside than on my front lawn."

She smiled, giving a small nod of her head.

"Sure."

As Jax and Evie entered the house, both Abel and Andre stood at the doorway. Andre had his backpack on both of his shoulders, looking up at his mom in sadness.

Evie bent down to her son's height, touching the side of his face.

"Are you okay, baby?"

"Me and Abel can't be friends anymore?"

"What? What makes you say that?"

"Uncle Eli said..."

"That's not going to happen, Andre. No one is going to take your new friend away. Not on my watch," she cut off her son, giving both Andre and Abel a reassuring smile.

" You two can go play if you want. Just let us know if you go outside so we can keep an eye on the two of you."

"Okay!," her son's frown automatically diminished , and both boys took off down the hall to Abel's bedroom.

Evie stood up straight, smoothing out her professional, but incredibly sexy pantsuit.

"I'll be right back. I still left my car door open," she walked across the grass, making her way to her car.

"I'll meet you inside."

Jax walked into the kitchen, grabbing two ice cold beers out of the refrigerator, taking a seat at the kitchen table.

As Evie entered Jax's home, she closed the front door behind her, taking in the lovely home.

"Jax?"

"In the kitchen, Evie."

She followed the sound of his voice, walking into the first room on her left. She ubuttoned her tan jacket, sliding it off of her shoulders, draping it on the back of the chair she sat on.

Jax untwisted the top off of her beer, sliding it over to her.

"Thank you," she stated, taking a generous sip of her beverage.

"You're welcome," he replied, doing his best to keep his eyes from traveling south to take in every detail of her insanely pert rack.

He couldn't help but wonder: did she make that move unpurpose? She knows about his obvious attraction towards her. She had to be toying with him, and it was working.

He downed the rest of his beer, grabbing himself another one from the fridge.

"So, are you going to tell me about how you got into selling guns for a living or are you going to see how quickly you can finish a six pack of beer?"

"Both of course," he responded playfully, taking a seat once again.

"I promise, I'll save all questions and comments for the end."

"Okay."

Jax turned his beer bottle that was set in front of him, trying to search for the right words. This was going to be the third time he was going to be opening up about Samcro's lifestyle. The first was with Tara, and that didn't turn out so well. He tells the truth, and what happens? She fucking leaves him, vowing she will never step foot in Charming again. With Wendy, she took it in stride. Probably because she was high 90 percent of the time, and wouldn't even remember the conversation the next day. Now here's Evie, the gorgeous next door neighbor who he wanted the moment he laid eyes on her through his bathroom window.

He wanted to persue something further with her. What if him telling her the truth will cause her to run or cut him off completely? He hoped, hell he fucking prayed that the third time was going to be a charm.

"Evie, I'm apart of a club. A motorcycle club, actually. The club has been around for about.. damn, over thirty years. My father and his best friend who is now my stepfather started the club after they served in 'Nam with seven other guys, wanting to rediscover the brotherhood they all had back in 'Nam. They earned straight for a while, working as mechanics at a place my dad owned, that's still around today. Then, the economy took a toll down the shitter, and they started looking for other ways to earn, and discovered the high paying market of running guns. The money was great, but the risk was way too high. Between law enforcement and other competition, the club life was turned into nothing but chaos and blood. It was really taking a toll on my father. He came completely undone after my younger brother died from a genetic heart defect that we have. My dad continued to work on getting the club back on the right track, but died in a motorcycle accident before he could do anything to save the club. Now, the club is being run by Clay, and he made sure the club stayed in the gun business. Since I joined a few years ago, as Vice president, I've been trying to get Clay and the rest of the club on board, and see what running guns is doing to us. None of them want to. The money is too good for them to give up. When we got our asses landed in jail, that was the final straw for me. I'm getting my son and we are getting the hell out of here."

Shit, Evie felt like her god damn head was spinning. She thought her life had complications. Jax and his family were the definition of complicated. If only Eli could look past Jax's prior conviction and know Jax's truth... And, he's leaving Charming as soon as she moves in? She knew it was too good to be true to live next to someone like him for long.

"Wow Jax, your family has been on one hell of a ride."

"Yeah, tell me about it," he took a sip of his beer, quenching his thirst.

"I'm really sorry about your father and little brother."

"Yeah, me too."

" When are you planning to leave Charming?"

"As soon as I have enough money saved up."

"What about the club? Do any of them know about your future departure?"

" Clay, my stepfather knows about it. He said he'll back my play as long as I support his decisions for a while."

"What about the rest of your family?"

"No. I can't tell my mother."

"What, why? I'm sure she would understand you're trying to give Abel a better life."

"She won't see it that way. I know my mom."

Evie looked at him with a confused expression. What kind of person would want their grandchildren around such violence?

"Can you do me a favor? Can you keep this between us? Charming's a small town. My leaving would spread like fucking wildfire."

"Yeah, no problem. Your secret is safe with me."

"Thank you, Evie. For listening, and not judging me when I told you the truth."

"You're welcome. I appreciate you telling me the truth instead of trying to hide it because that kind of truth isn't something that should be under wraps if we are getting to know each other. You know, your father would be proud of you for trying to get the club on the right track."

"Thanks, darlin'. He'll be more proud when I leave this place in my rearview mirror."

The front door opened, causing the both of them to stand to their feet, looking in the direction of the door.

"Hey baby," an attractive older woman sporting almost all leather greeted Jax with a hug and kiss on the cheek.

"Hi, mom."

"Who's your friend?", she removed her sunglasses, taking in the woman standing next to her son.

"This is Evie, mom. She's the one who moved next door. Evie, this is my mother, Gemma. "

"Ah, I see."

"Hi, it's nice meeting you," Evie stretched out her hand nervously, shaking the matriarch's hand.

"Nice meeting you too."

"Is it past twelve already?"

"Almost one, sweetheart," Gemma replied, pointing to the clock on the stove.

"Shit. I'll see you later," he kissed his mom on the cheek, giving Evie one as well, making her let out a gasp of shock, gaining a small grin from Gemma.

"We still on for tomorrow night?"

"Yeah."

"Alright."

Jax grabbed his keys off of the kitchen table, leaving Evie and Gemma standing there alone in the kitchen.

"You still have some job interviews to go to?"

"Uh yeah, but the next one is not for another hour."

"Well then, it looks like it gives me time to get to know the eye candy living next door to my son and grandson," she dropped her purse onto the kitchen table, pulling out her cigarettes and lighter.