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"Did you come back for me, Soph?" Jax asked as he leaned against the doorframe of my apartment, holding two brown paper bags from the diner. I had spent twelve hours in my dad's law office downstairs, sorting through client files. My dad had a heart attack last week, and I took a leave of absence from my firm in San Francisco to keep his practice open while he recovered. I told myself I was only here to work. I did not want to see Jax. Eight years ago, I got a full scholarship to Harvard Law. The night before I moved across the country, Jax and I sat in his truck until sunrise. We had been best friends since we were kids, and everyone in town thought we would end up together. But neither of us had the courage to say we had feelings for each other. I got in my car the next morning and drove away. I never moved back. Since then, Jax had become the vice president of SAMCRO, an outlaw motorcycle club. They ran Teller-Morrow, the local repair shop, but everyone knew they did illegal business on the side. I stepped aside and let him into the kitchen. He set the bags on the counter and pulled out two burgers and fries. For a little while, it felt like the old days. He asked about my dad's condition. I told him Dad was stubborn and hated hospital food. Jax laughed, and for a few minutes, I almost forgot about his club vest and the years we lost. Then Jax pulled a folded document from inside his vest. He laid it flat on the counter next to my drink. It was a commercial lease for a warehouse SAMCRO used near the garage. Jax told me the county tax office had scheduled an audit for eight tomorrow morning. The paperwork was dirty, and an inspection would lead deputies straight to club property. He wanted me to draft an emergency court injunction tonight to stop the audit. I stared at him. If I filed a fake emergency motion, I could lose my law license. I worked eight years to make a name for myself without SAMCRO. Taking this to a judge would put my dad's practice in danger, and it would make me an accomplice. "I can't do that, Jax," I told him. "I'm an attorney. I'm not going to break the law for your club." Jax did not pick up the papers. He stood up from his stool and moved in close. He put his hands on the counter on both sides of my hips, trapping me against the counter edge. "You always run behind rules when things get real, Soph," he said. His voice was low. "You didn't go to Boston just for school. You ran because of us. Stop running and tell me what you want." The disputed lease sat on the counter right between his hands. He was using our history to push me into a dirty club job, and it made me angry. But he was also right about why I left eight years ago. You decide what happens next. #interactivestory #sagaland

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