Son's Of Anarchy/Fast & Furious (SI)

Hey everyone let's start things off with a little introduction, my original name was Shane T. I was a late 20's something…underachiever, obsessed with reading fanfictions, anything from anime, tv shows, movies and even books; I would read anything that interested me, even falling into the endless abyss that are cultivation novels... though I'm happy to say that I've been sober of that genre for a few years now even got my Wuwuxia 2 year sobriety chip…but anyways.

When Covid 19 hit, I lost my job and was forced into quarantine, and…by circumstance became an introvert...maybe the tendencies were always there I don't know.

But like many I fell into wasting away my days…watching TV shows, reading ffs and trying to write my own ffs, novellas and novels with little success.

During that time…those antisocial tendencies kicked in and I found that I craved social interactions with other people less and less.

It got to the point where when the lockdown was over I would still stay inside and avoid people, since I'd rather not interact with anyone unless I absolutely had to.

The only reason I went out was to earn some money to keep being able to stream/read, and to help out my family if needed.

Doing a little bit of Facebook stalking, I came to find out that everyone was basically the same as before the lockdown if not worse off, especially after living fat on that Stimulus.

Except for a few people, I was disappointed to find that almost all people my age were still immature and unable to perceive a future outside of high school, even though we'd already graduated 4-5 years earlier, and were still slowly killing themselves by doing/selling drugs and partying every night.

Even though I knew it wasn't true, sometimes, I'd think and feel that they'd become inferior to me…because I grew out of that bullshit.

Though deep down I knew the truth that it wasn't long ago that I was just the same as them partying away, acting irresponsible until I got jammed up with the law one too many times and had to change.

So in the end I didn't judge them too harshly, in fact even felt worried for some of them as we'd been close before my antisocial introvert disposition became so pronounced.

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Chapter 1

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"Haa." I sighed as I ran my hands through my hair before roughly ruffling my hair, and got out of the tractor. as I felt my thoughts growing dark playing different scenarios out in my head while also wondering things that I could never voice out loud; since if I did people would send me to the mental ward and put me on all sorts of drugs if I did.

Deciding to drown out my thoughts and my surroundings with what most people refer to as "slit your wrists music" playing at full volume in my ears.

Closing my eyes feeling the soft dirt of the field I'd just plowed beneath my sneakers, the cold breeze licking my skin feeling wonderful against my dirt-caked sweaty skin, while the early spring rays from the sun shone on me and my surroundings.

Suddenly I felt a very strong cold wind along with a spray of cold rain water hit me, opening my eyes.

I saw thick black thunderclouds above my head on a previously cloudless sunny day.

"Ohh Come On…Fuck Me ! ! !" I whispered as I watched a massive lightning bolt launch down from the clouds, time seemed to slow down before my entire world went white, before going dark.

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Suddenly I gasp for breath and sit up sharply, my head is pounding in my skull like someone is taking a sledgehammer to my dome, my vision is distorted and blurry..and I'm struck with the strong smell of a bunch of dudes in tight quarters, as a door in my head seems to open up and memories of my new/current self's life poured into me and fused with my own…my old set of memories.

'So my predecessor's…my name is Vincent and his…our father is part owner of Teller-Morrow and Keller Auto, he was a founding member of SAMCRO along with Piney Whinston and John Teller. I'm currently imprisoned in Lompoc Federal Penitentiary, my former cellmate is none other than Dominic Toretto. Cool, my release date is later today…Dom got out a few years ago…and I have an open invitation to visit and stay with him in L.A.!' I process all the information that recently flooded my mind…currently on the part where I am or…was best friends with Jax Teller, Opie (Harry Winston) and am a member of SAMCRO and have been since forever.

"Huh, I've been Transmigrated, into a world that is a mix of the fast and furious universe and SOA-verse." I murmur softly feeling lucky that I've had my own cell since Dom left… as I get off of my bunk that has been my home since 1991, standing up and stretching in front of the small mirror bolted to the wall looking at myself in it's reflection.

Admiring myself as I run my hands along my body, before looking downwards seeing and feeling my new body that felt like it should belong to an elite MMA fighter, that was well endowed.

Seeing as I am only wearing the pants of the prisoner uniform, my sturdy eight pack abs are on full display, and my full six foot two height, broad shoulders, cut an intimidating figure.

My face is mostly hidden under long curly black hair with natural copper highlights, and thick curly facial hair of the same color, my hair reaching my shoulder blades while my beard reaches below my collar bone.

Pulling back my hair, grabbing a scrunchie and putting my hair back, allowing me a view of my face.

A face that looks like mine, my eyes, my nose but with the fat gone…I look like the love child of Tom Welling and Dylan O'Brien, and just being all around better looking than the two without being airbrushed and roided, my eyes are a hazel that are a dark green, but also had a honey gold color to them with a sunburst around the retina with a dark gray ring containing all of that color.

"Damn I look good." I murmur and I pull on the waistband of my pants and nodding appreciatively at my endowed self.

A guard comes up to my cell door making me look over at him.

"Keller, it's time for your release." The guard says calmly and I nod to him knowing that he's one of the few guards SAMCRO has paid to keep my life as easy and safe as it can be in this jungle.

"Bout, fuckin time." I finally say to him in response to him, as my nod didn't seem like it was enough of an acknowledgement for him…and though technically…I'd only been here a few minutes I had the memories and experience of being here for ten years…meaning I'm more than ready to get the fuck out.

"Stop, walk." I hear repeatedly dotted with the sounds of magnetic locks unlocking and relocking.

"Here are your possessions, one leather vest, one leather jacket, one pair of ripped jeans, one wallet with a chain, one black leather belt, one set of black leather boots, one t-shirt, one thousand seven hundred dollars and thirty six cents, one Nokia cellphone…one antique box containing an antique red oni mask and twelve stone zodiac talismans…" A desk guard drones on, his eyes glazed over, as he takes my possessions out of a box that are bagged in evidence baggies, the money is off by nearly eight grand.

'Wait…what…I don't have any memory of…an oni mask and Zodiac animal talismans made of stone from this world…unless…' I trail off in my head not bothering to bring up the discrepancy on the money count as they would act like they didn't know anything, and could even lock me back up for unruly behavior…and knowing the system as well as I do from both lives I know that I'm lucky that I'm getting anything back to begin with…then again this is a fed pen and not some county jail.

"Can I use the restroom to get changed?" I ask the desk jockey.

"After you sign here." He says to me and slides a piece of paper and a pen to me once I sign on the dotted line he nods okay to me, and motions for a door guard to escort me to the bathroom…the guard opens the door to the restroom for me motions for me to go inside.

'I can figure you out later.' I express internally as I set the antique looking box down on the edge of the sink, not wanting to waste any more time in this shit hole I immediately begin kicking off the prison shoes, taking off the prison uniform pants and open the plastic evidence bags with my clothes inside and begin pulling on my articles of clothing beginning with my jeans, then my socks and boots, then pulling my shirt over my head, them my leather jacket and my cut on over top of my shirt before putting my money in my wallet and hooking the chain to my jeans before slipping it into my back pocket and placing my outdated cell into my inner jacket pocket.

Opening the antique box…nearly having a heart attack at the sight of what's Inside of it, "Yup dealing with this later…" I murmur and shut the box, tucking it underneath my right arm.

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Walking out of the bathroom and heading to the exit still under guard escort, just in case I experience some sorta psychotic break and do something stupid so I won't have to leave prison.

Walking through four gates into the parking lot finding it…empty, no one from SAMCRO, no street racer pal waiting for me…nothing.

'Seems like, ain't nobody got me!' I think as I look back at the prison wishing I had called for a cab before leaving.

I start walking down the road seeing warehouses and such in the surrounding areas, but nowhere I could go to make a phone call, as it seems phone booths are already gone…which is odd since it should be 2001…

"Fuck." I grunt and take a step backwards when suddenly a Cadillac sport coupe pulls up in front of me and Gemma Teller Morrow (Katey Sagal) gets out of the car and runs over to me throwing herself at me giving me a hug.

"I'm sorry, I'm late, sweetheart!" she says, hugging me tightly and pressing her lips against my cheek.

"Hey aunt Gemma." I find myself saying as I hug the sexy milf back noticing that she looks like a slightly younger version of the actress Katey Sagal that played the character in SOA…more youthful and healthier skin like when she played Peg.

'Too bad she's not a redhead…' I find myself thinking, as memories of this woman practically raising me after my mother ran off with some rich investment banker, while my father was too busy with club business and banging young tight pussy to raise me.

"Honey, look at you." Gemma says as she takes a step back from, I can tell that Gemma is doing her level best not to cry as her hands roam over my body before cupping my hairy face.

"I know, I need a haircut." I joke lightly with a smile as my eyes start to sting as I lean into her touch and tilt my head downwards, planting a kiss on the woman's cheek.

"Haha, yes you do…but look at you I can't believe how much you've grown." Gemma laughs in a way that expresses the pain she's felt. Since I went to prison at sixteen and have since spent ten years of my life on the inside, Gemma visited regularly and often but after a while I had started refusing visits…I had given up on getting out.

"Ten years with little to do besides work out, in combination with puberty, does that to a guy." I joke light heartedly as Gemma hus me tight again and I feel myself starting to react to grow hard.

Laughing awkwardly and scratching the back of my head before apologizing "Sorry." my voice comes out soft and a bit shy while Gemma winks at me.

"Don't be honey, you've been in for a long time…it's flattering to know I can still get a young stud hard." Gemma brushes off my apology and offers me quick words of comfort, while smirking at me before standing up on her toes and kissing my cheek.

"You're gorgeous Gemma, if you weren't married, I'd definitely make a play for you." I try to tease her back but it just sounds like an honest confession, which makes the mature woman laugh softly.

"You're still such a flirt…I'm glad prison didn't make you gay honey…but you don't want this old pussy." Gemma says to me softly, before shoeing me to the car once inside I find the Cadillac quite comfy and decide that I want one for myself I leave the antique box on the floor of the car between my feet.

Soon Gemma joined me in the car and reaches over to my lap grabs my inner thigh and runs her hand up to my fly feeling my hard cock the whole way, and then proceeds to pull down my fly snapping out of the zoned out state caused by her initial touch I grab her wrist to stop her hand.

"What are you doing?" I ask, because you didn't fuck with someone's old lady not even if they started it.

"Giving you some relief until we get back to the club." Gemma replies to me with a gentle love in her voice and I release her wrist, her hand slithers into my jeans, her soft nimble fingers wrap around my semi-erect cock which instantly makes it rock hard.

"Fuckn" I release a long drawn out groan as Gemma starts pumping her hand up and down at the base of my length which is a little challenging given its size even with my loose oversized jeans.

"You've got such a nice thick…long cock baby." Gemma succulently whispers to me as she starts driving, and pulls my cock free of my jeans stroking me off in the open, her hand can't fit all the way around me but, the way she twists her hand makes up for it.

"So much better than my own hand."I groan and Gemma seems pleased at the praise, I make a sound in the back of my throat at the sudden absence of her softness before I notice that she pulls away to spit on the hand that was performing the handjob and she immediately returns to stroking me off again.

"Mmm." Gemma moans softly, "This looks like a good place to park!" She adds on before pulling the car over into a tow truck turn, around near a patch or patchy woods and puts her Cadillac in park before leaning over and wrapping her lips around my cock.

The warm wet confines of her mouth nearly making me explode.

"Fuck." I sigh a moan as Gemma's tongue swirls around the tip of my cock, her lips forming a tight seal around my cock head, as her free hand joins in to massage the base of my shaft while the other continues to stroke my shaft.

"Fuck I'm cumming, Clay's gonna kill me." I grunt as I start unloading years of built up cum in my balls, into her mouth and though she puts up a valiant effort to gulp everything down, with the grace and skill of an experienced woman…

When Gemma releases my cock from her warm wet, heavenly mouth with a pop she sits back in her seat gasping for a bit of fresh air.

"Damn, baby so much." Gemma says to me once she catches her breath as she proceeds to wipe up my spunk that had escaped her lips and stained them along with her chin a few thick pearly doleps had even dropped down onto her breasts.

"And don't worry Clay, won't touch you not after what you did for him, the club and Jax." Gemma reassures, only to gasp as she tries to gently put my cock back into my pants only to find me still rock hard and raring to go.

"That…isn't going to go away from one little bj no matter how amazing it was…what do you say we go over to that little cusp of trees and I show you how much I want this pussy." I say to Gemma and rest my hand on her inner thigh only a few inches away from her pussy.

Gemma stares at me for a few moments before finally opening her mouth.

"We'll have to be quick…they're expecting us…" Gemma says to me, making me smirk as I start to get out of the car.

"Wait, we can do it in the car…" Gemma whispers as she moves her hands and undoes her jeans and slides them and her panties off and I pull the lever on the side of the seat reclining into the backseat.

Gemma crawls into my lap, pulls my jeans down with the aid of me lifting my ass up, and I rest my hands on her hips to steady her, as she grips my shaft, points it at her entrance and slowly starts to take me inside her.

"Oh God, I haven't been this fucking wet in years!" Gemma cries out as only the head of my cock breaches into her.

Groaning as I fight back the urge to cum, digging my fingers into her hips and pulling her down my length.

"Fuck fuck fuck!" Gemma expresses as more and more of me stretch out her velvety, and hot tunnel…each ridge and bump making it hard for me to hold back from pounding up into her, Gemma pull down her top and bra exposing her tits to me and grabs my hair guiding my face to her breasts and then hugs my head there.

I begin sucking, licking, nuzzling and lightly nibbling on the slightly sagging globes lavishing them with attention, as Gemma gets half way down my hard cock and takes a moment to breathe.

Before slamming herself down the rest of the way grunting as she does so, "Come

Nn baby, come for me!" Gemma gasps as she bounces herself up and down my length in a way you wouldn't expect from a woman of her maturity.

"You love my young cock don't you aunt Gemma?" I have to concentrate to ask Gemma as I cup her left ass cheek with my right hand as my left squeezes her left breast, my thumb rolling her nipple.

"D-don't call me-augh-Aunt Gem-Haa, when I'm riding your cock. You little Baa-stard!" Gemma protests but the tightening of her insides are saying something else.

"Your body seems to like it." I tease the woman, making her smack my arm, before resting her head on my shoulder her breaths coming in, in labored gasps, both of us close.

Gemma bites my neck and that's the final straw as a guttural sound tears out of me and my balls pump another fat load into the woman this time in her cunt rather than her gullet.

Gemma is also forced to cum and makes a breathless screaming noise in my ear as she floods around my cock.

Gemma rests against me, both of us panting and sweaty before she finally reaches over and lifts up the center console and pulls out a package of baby wipes and a largeish bottle of hand sanitizer, and begins to clean us both up using a combination of both to clean us up properly.

"Thank you for that…it was the best I've ever had." I thank and compliment Gemma, which makes the older woman smile at me before rolling down her window and throwing the wipe out and putting the car back in gear and pulling back onto the road heading towards the town of Charming California.

"Thank you and you're welcome honey, you were okay…once we get back to the club there will be some sweet butts for you to use." Gemma says to me while snickering at my affronted look before giving me a gentle and loving maternal smile.

"Yeah…" I reply while trailing off…feeling that her smile didn't fit her earlier cock sucking and riding actions.

"You're coming back to the club aren't you?" Gemma asks me, mistaking the hesitation in my voice for a lack of desire to return to the club and I can tell that she's growing worried for me.

"Of course I am aunt Gemma." I reply to her while releasing a soft sigh…and formulate a more explainitive response.

"But there are some things I want to do…more than just fucking some club bunnies, like eat some food that isn't slop or tastes like shit…and cruise down some blacktop behind the wheel or handlebars of something fast, maybe go to the theater and watch a new movie. I don't know, I just don't feel like going back to the club on my first day out…to party and get shit faced." I try to articulate to Gemma which makes her grab my hand and make small circles with her thumb on the back of it.

"I understand, but the club…you need to go, so your loyalty and commitment to the club doesn't come into question." Gemma says to me softly with caution in his voice.

I feel a snap of rage.

"My loyalty, My Commitment!"

"I spent fucking ten years in prison for the club, and you wanna tell me my loyalty, my commitment will be in question because I'd rather do some things for me and not get drunk and fuck some whores!" I growl at Gemma and smash my arm through the passenger side window.

A testament to the woman's level of badassness, she doesn't even flinch at my outburst.

"Not to me." Gemma says softly while squeezing my hand in hers.

"Sorry, about the window." I say while holding my arm out the window letting my hand surf on the wind like a kid.

"It's okay, it's just a window…but I expect you to fix it before dark." Gemma easily brushes off the broken window, while she brings my hand up to her face and presses her lips against my knuckles.

I laugh softly, "I will…fix the window…maybe not tonight though." I say softly and let my voice trail off as I pull my hand back from Gemma's grip and run it through my hair.

'I think I should leave the club or become a Nomad…just because it'll give me the freedom to both help SAMCRO and afford me certain freedoms…as I don't really wanna be Clay or Jax's lackey…Gemma would be a good test to see how the Club..would take me turning Nomad…'

"Maybe…I should go Nomad…" I finally say to gauge Gemma's reaction…I wasn't expecting her to take her foot off the accelerator and start to slam the breaks.

"T-that is a big decision, one you should think over carefully before making, especially after just getting out." Gemma said to me unable to keep the stutter from her mouth at first replying to me.

"I know…it's just a thought that I've had for awhile now, I got a friend in L.A. that is a street racer and a truck jacker, we were cell mates I've got an open invitation to run with his crew…could be profitable for the club." I bait a hook for her letting it show that the club, my family…is always my first priority.

Gemma makes a sound of interest, and we ride the rest of the way in silence, but I don't mind as I rather enjoyed listening to some newer rock music on the radio…that shouldn't be released until 2014.

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"This place hasn't changed much, still an inbred backwater." I murmur as we roll into the town of Charming which makes Gemma laugh and smack me playfully.

"Watch it young man, that's my home you're talking about, your home too." Gemma says to me with an amused lilt to her voice as we start rolling again after stopping at a traffic light.

"Huh, the…ice cream & candy bar…shut down…" I exclaim after making an observation and feel a slight feeling of disappointment, but it's quickly washed away as we pull up to the gate of the clubhouse, that protects the yard of the garage and clubhouse, seeing throngs of my brother's in their cuts waiting to welcome me "home"...a home that was and wasn't really my home.

"My home…is a six by eight cell, this is just a temporary stop, on a long or short vacation…before ending up in a pine box." I joke lightly and a part of me wonders if it was really a joke or a prediction of the future yet to come true.

I get out of the car as it comes to a stop and almost immediately am pulled into a hug by Jax Teller/Charlie Hunnam.

"Welcome home brother." Jax greets me while trying to crush my ribs in a hug…and it almost sounded like he was gonna start crying, and for some reason a lump starts to form in my throat my eyes start to sting, Jax was…is my brother he was the only one who came to see me every visitation day and wouldn't take no for an answer…like other people would

After Jax, Opie Winston/Ryan Hurst, hugs me quickly but didn't say anything at first, after Jax he was…is the second person I was…am closest to in the club and we kept in touch through letters, he's also pretty freshly released from prison himself.

As Opie releases me from his bear hug and claps his hands down onto my shoulders, he offers me his help. "It's good to have you back Brother…if you need help readjusting you can come over to the house anytime."

After those quickly spoken hushed words Opie inspects me and then takes a step back for Clay Morrow, who was waiting patiently to give me a hug.

"Welcome home son." Clay greets as he rests his hands on my biceps and kisses each cheek and then lets me go before the whole chapter comes over to hug me and welcome me home.

"Thanks Clay." I thank the man while snickering inside at the fact that I fucked his wife, Clay let's go of me and I turn to Jax who's holding a beer out to me.

"Where's the old man?" I ask Jax while taking the beer he held out to me.

"Buried in some barely…maybe legal teen somewhere." Jax replies to me while letting out a sigh.

"Was he excommunicated at least?!" I ask, feeling a cold chill of an old anger flowing through my veins.

"Believe me brother…I wanted to kill him, but the club put it to a vote…I'm sorry brother…" Jax says to me while resting his free hand on my shoulder and looking me in the eyes, promising me that we'd seek retribution.

"It's fine, I'll handle it…on my own Jax." I tell Jax and can see a feeling of hurt quickly cross his features and vanishes just as fast.

'I can't believe the club didn't take his head for being a rat traitor, and almost getting both Jax and Clay killed.' I growl internally as the wounds caused by him are like an open, exposed inflamed nerve in my head.

"I know he's a fucking rat, but he's still your father man." Opie protests as he picks up his son and moves over to stand next to me and Jax.

A flash of hot anger runs through me. I crush the beer bottle in my hand and walk away murmuring a curse and grab the antique box off of the floor of Gemma's car tucking it underneath my arm before walking into the clubhouse to get a towel.

"Shit!" I hear Jax and Opie curse and Opie's son tries to follow their example but it comes out as sheez.

I notice Clay and Gemma at the Redwood table as I grab a bar rag off of the bar.

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"So how is he?" Clay asks while sitting at the redwood table with Gemma sitting on his lap.

"His mind is elsewhere, he wants to be on the road, even mentioned becoming a nomad." Gemma tells Clay with a sigh as she presses her forehead against the side of Clay's head.

"We need him here, things with the Mayans and the Niners are picking up again. It won't be long before we're dragged into things we need his skills, and loyalty." Clay says as his hand slides to Gemma's ass.

"You think I don't know that without him you and Jax would be dead!" Gemma snaps.

"I know my love." Clay replies back to her with a raspy voice.

"Shit, he found out!" Gemma says as she sees Vince enter the club with a bloody hand.

"I'll handle it." Clay says as he pats Gemma's ass in signal to get up.

"You should have handled it by killing that piece of fucking shit! he knows about Jon!" Gemma begins speaking calmly at first but quickly turns into a venomous hiss once she sees Vince leave the main area of the club, after grabbing a clean towel from behind the bar and heading down the hall to his room in the clubhouse.

"I said I'll handle it!" Clay shouts and then immediately regrets it as Gemma gives him a look.

"I'll handle it." Gemma tells Clay who backs down and Clay nods in acceptance and defeat.

The two kiss and Gemma leaves the "Church" to go after Vincent.

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Pulling pieces of glass out of my hand using a pair of tweezers that were in my bedroom and letting them fall against the carpeted floor.

'If these are the Talismans…from Jackie Chan the Animated Adventures…' A thought passes through my head.

Opening the box a bit of my blood drips onto Tarakudo's mask which makes it begin to glow with an eerie deep red glow.

Suddenly there's a flash of brighter red light from the mask and I feel a burning sensation on my forearm like I'm getting a tattoo.

"Shit!" I hiss as I turn my forearm over and see searing hot thin redlines drawing themselves on my inner forearm…forming the shape of Tarakudo.

Picking up the Horse Talisman, my eyes nearly pop out of my head as pieces of glass that I missed, fall away from my skin and the skin knits back together like it was never broken in the first place.

"So cool." I whisper softly as I hear a knock on the door to my room in the clubhouse, quickly wrapping the towel around my hand and cinching it tight, while holding the Horse Talisman between my teeth.

"I'm coming in Vince." I hear Gemma call out to me from the other side of the door.

"I'm fine." I reply to her hoping that she'd go away so I can process the fact that I have magical antiques in my possession but the door starts to open and I have just enough time to toss the Horse Talisman in the box and throw the comforter over top of it before Gemma comes in.

"I should have gave you a heads up." Gemma says to me in a murmur as she shuts the door behind her and walks over to me and reaches for my injured hand trying to remove the towel from it but I pull my hand away from her.

"Well you did give me head, so I figure we're even." I joke which makes Gemma laugh, and she seems to take that as an invitation to sit with me because she sits down next to me and rests her head against my shoulder.

"So…Gemma, What does that worthless fuck have on you and Clay, that Clay felt that he had to let him go? It must be pretty fucking damming" I ask softly, while making sure that my voice came of as I wanted to help her…though Gemma tenses up before she relaxes against me again .

"Blackmail, from the creation of SAMCRO to your imprisonment…He made records of everything, everything from bodies to contacts…and gave them to lawyers' post office dead drops, we can't move on him." Gemma tells me and I find myself laying on my back pulling Gemma with me.

'Its illogical for me to be so attached to these people…at least it should be but the feelings, the memories of my predecessor…of a different version of myself are just as real and intense as my past life…it doesn't help that I'm a person who is ruled by their emotions.' I internally sigh while trying to make sense of my new reality.

"So you're here to do damage control and stop me from running off half cocked causing the death of the Club while getting myself killed." I state in a matter of fact tone and Gemma nods in response.

"Would it be too much to ask for another bj?" I ask jokingly, making Gemma laugh and kiss my cheek.

"That was a one time thing, sweetheart."

"Darn." I sigh though I didn't really care.

"There's something else…Melissa she hooked up with some Nord and ended up hooked on crank and became a whore." Gemma tells me about my ex girlfriend though technically she and I broke up before I got locked up.

"So? You always told me she was no good." I reply back to her with a shrug as I just can't bring myself to care about some junky whore…my predecessor was in love with.

"I wasn't sure until now…but you really have changed…for the better…now will you let me look at that hand?" Gemma hums…softly and sounds surprised at my not caring over Melissa before asking in a maternal tone about looking at my hand.

"It's fine, just a small cut, it's already stopped bleeding." I wave her off as I stand up from the bed and move over to the closet and dresser where there are some clean clothes laid out for me to wear.

"What are you doing?" Gemma asks me as she sits up, her eyes watching intently while I start kicking off my boots and slowly taking off my clothes giving Gemma a bit of a show.

"Gonna grab a shower where I don't have to watch my back or follow a clock…plus I smell like pussy." I reply to her as I take off my cut, laying it down on my dresser neatly, following that by throwing my jacket into a chair before I take off my shirt, throwing it into the hamper in the corner.

"You enjoying the show?" I ask Gemma, gyrating my hips and running my hands up along my abs as I turn around and face her slowly unhooking my belt.

"It's nothing I haven't seen before." Gemma replies to me as I hook my thumbs into the little belt loops and show off my cut downward V before moving my hands to my fly and button.

I laugh slightly, "Really you see this often?" I joke as I slide my jeans down further.

'Maybe in my dreams.' Gemma says to herself as she admires the view.

"I better go…join the party…before Jax comes…looking for me…" Gemma says as she languidly gets off of my bed before though instead of leaving she walks over and hugs me once more pressing her ear over my heart.

"I'm really happy you came home to us Vincent, the years without you here have been hard…on all of us…Jax won't admit it…but he blames himself…" Gemma says to me softly before pulling away and standing on her toes to place a kiss on my cheek.

"Now, I'm gonna send you one of Luann's new girls…I think her name is Lyla, pretty little blonde thing with the girl next door thing going on…try not to break her pussy..it's gonna be her money maker." Gemma tells me before taking a few steps away, smacks my ass, and walks out of my bedroom/apartment with an inviting sway to her hips

"Haa, crazy old bat." I sigh while looking down, spotting my straining cock as I finish kicking off my jeans, walking into the bathroom rolling my shoulders as I turn on the water for the shower.

'I'm not gonna go easy pornstar…"