From Greasy Queen To Polished Power

t used to be the Road Vipers' grimy, sacred den. Now, it was being t

sed in her oldest jeans, a faded concert tee, and her scuffed biker boots –

is new domain. Maybe to understand. Or

r tools assaulting her ears. A couple of the old

a bear of a man with more tattoos than

pike. H

heir loyalty to Jax warring wit

fferent, huh?" Mac s

a said. "D

ders, every inch the new businessman. He stop

doing here?" His vo

ac evaporated. They shuffle

e," Ava said, her tone light, b

looking a little lost but trying to appear efficie

he looked from Ava to Jax, then back to

nt, fixed on Jax. A subtl

her. He stepped in front

? Stalking me?" he accused, his voice lo

and humiliation. "Stalking

trouble? I told you, we're done. This," he gestured bet

ick wad of cash, held together by a rubber ban

oney at her. "For your trouble.

d to a cash payout. Like she was a discarded employee,

rm. "Jax, maybe..." she began, he

off, but his eyes softened as he looked

is expression unyielding