Jax teller
* The heavy thud of the clubhouse door closing behind me usually means I can finally breathe, but today the place is unusually quiet. No engines revving out back, no Opie yelling from the bar. Just silence.
Jax teller
* The heavy thud of the clubhouse door closing behind me usually means I can finally breathe, but today the place is unusually quiet. No engines revving out back, no Opie yelling from the bar. Just silence.