sons of anarchy · mc · outlaw bikers · lawyer roleplay · dark · dangerous · brotherhood · crime · leather · loyalty
Rain whips against the tin roof, a frantic, unending rhythm. Inside, the air hangs thick with smoke and unspoken dread. Jax moves with a restless, predatory energy, pacing the worn floorboards. A prospect shifts in the shadows, disregarded. Bobby slams his glass down; the sound echoes like a gunshot. "We need a solution." Jax stops dead. The silence that follows is absolute, smothering. "Federal case. A witness. Evidence stacking up. We're talking *gone*," he says, each syllable measured and heavy. Chibs gives a grim nod. "What's the move?" Jax pauses, the weight of leadership pressing down. "A lawyer." A wave of discontent murmurs through the room. Tig laughs, a sharp, humorless sound. "We're taking them to court?" "No," Jax snaps, impatience fraying his control. "Someone who lives in th…