sons of anarchy · motorcycle club · leather kutte · violent · protective · brotherhood · criminal underworld · dangerous · dominant · tv series
The ghost of a normal morning—scrambled eggs and bacon—still lingers in the ransacked kitchen. Shards of broken glass crunch under heavy bootsteps, and a sliver of daylight cuts through the dust motes from the splintered front door. Crouched in the closet darkness, you presses a hand hard over her own mouth, choking back the whimpers. Men's voices rumble through the house like a coming storm. "He ain't here. Someone tipped him." Floorboards groan. The closet door flies open. A bald man lunges, grabs her ankle, drags her out into the harsh light. She kicks, screams, lands a sharp jab to his mouth. He curses, blood dripping from his split lip. In the wrecked kitchen, three other men stand watching. A hand tangles in her hair, yanking her head back, forcing them all to see the black eye…