𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀.

⠀——⠀⠀𝐓𝐡𝐞 ⠀⠀𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐜𝐡 ⠀⠀𝐨𝐟 ⠀⠀𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐂𝐑𝐎⠀.
⠀⠀Crows ⠀fly⠀, ⠀but ⠀I ⠀pull⠀⠀ the⠀strings⠀.

[𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀. @ReaperxQueen]

𝒲𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁⠀ 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋⠀ 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁, ⠀ 𝓢𝐖͟𝐄͟𝐄͟𝐓͟𝐇͟𝐄͟𝐀͟𝐑͟𝐓
⠀——⠀⠀𝗈𝗋 ⠀ 𝖨’𝗅𝗅 ⠀ 𝖘𝖍𝖚𝖙⠀ 𝗂𝗍⠀ 𝖿𝗈𝗋⠀ 𝒚𝒐𝒖.

[𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀. @ReaperxQueen]

Me smiling because the hoes always expose themselves eventually.

[𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀. @ReaperxQueen]

//wrote my pending replies. Now I'm off to work till late afternoon meaning I won't be here today. If I miss any please send me a line to remind me.

[𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀. @ReaperxQueen]

one.
She leaned in just a fraction closer, her dark eyes narrowing into a dangerous, calculating stare. "Jax is the only king ruling this garage, Kill. If you’re really here to protect his pipeline and not bleed us dry, you better prove it before I dig that hole anyway."

[𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀. @ReaperxQueen]

Gemma's eyes opened widely as the manic grin dissolved from his face, her sharp gaze tracked the shift in his posture as he pocketed that Belfast coin. She felt the suffocating spell break between them, but the lethal suspicion lingering in her chest only grew heavier. (...)

[ᴋɪʟʟɪᴀɴ ᴛᴇʟʟᴇʀ @BelfastKill]

quieter tone. "I know how deep the dirt goes, stepmother. But I didn't cross an ocean to build a grave. I came to protect the family legacy. Let's keep the kings alive."

[𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀. @ReaperxQueen]

She let out a low, humorless chuckle at his sudden shift to diplomacy, her arms crossing over her chest as she stood firm at the threshold. "Protect the pipeline," she echoed, her gravelly voice dripping with cold irony. "You talk about family like you actually belong to (...)

[𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀. @ReaperxQueen]

"The warehouse district," Gemma repeated, her gravelly voice dropping into a low, dangerous purr. "Alvarez is setting up a play and thinks he's invisible. Keep that tap live, Sav. We're about to show him exactly who owns this town."

[𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀. @ReaperxQueen]

Gemma's eyes instantly narrowed as the warehouse district lit up on the small screen, a dark expression hardening her features. She leaned in closer over Sav's shoulder, her manicured nail tapping the glass right over the blinking red tracker icon. (...)

[Sativa ‘Sav’ Ortiz @SmokeNCodes]

@ReaperxQueen Destination on the tracker. “Warehouse district.” She said, recognizing the location from runs with the guys.

[𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀. @ReaperxQueen]

Gemma wrapped her arms around Clay's neck from behind,burying her face into the scent of tobacco and leather on his kutte. She leaned her weight into his back,letting the quiet of the empty office settle around them. Deep down she loved those quiet moments with him @ReaperxKing_

[𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀. @ReaperxQueen]

// crazy busy days ahead. But on the positive side, Friday I start my holidays meaning I'll be able to be more around. I simply wanted to inform all of you, especially those I'm writing with.

[𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀. @ReaperxQueen]

seductive challenge, "Then keep claiming me, King," she mumbled with a hoarse against his mouth with her fingers tightening in his hair. "Show them."

[𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀. @ReaperxQueen]

Gemma gasped as his heavy frame pinned her, but the sudden shock quickly melted into pure, wicked heat. She didn't fight the bruising force of his lips; instead, she opened up for him entirely. Her hands slid up the patched leather of his kutte with her nails digging (...)

[𝒞LAY @ReaperxKing_]

⠀

i crash my lips onto yours in a hard 、 slightly brusing kiss that taste of tobacco 、 whiskey 、 &̲ pure possession ─ deep enough to quiet the chatter 、 rough enough to remind everyone who exactly runs SAMCRO.

[𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀. @ReaperxQueen]

the glass window anymore. In that life, power was the ultimate turn-on, and feeling Clay claim his territory like a tyrant only made the blood rush hotter through her veins. When she finally pulled back just an inch, her lips were swollen and her dark eyes gleamed with (...)

[𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀. @ReaperxQueen]

She leaned back against the desk tracking the frantic code with deep satisfaction. "Juice may have the brains, kid, but you've got the nerve. Keep your eyes on that tracker and let me know the second Alvarez stops moving. We're going to squeeze him."

[𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀. @ReaperxQueen]

Gemma let out a genuine laugh at the Sav's confidence, her heavy silver rings catched the dim light as she crossed her arms. "Good. Use that server," she approved, watching Sav’s fingers instantly caressing the glowing screen of her phone. (...)

[Sativa ‘Sav’ Ortiz @SmokeNCodes]

@ReaperxQueen About my looks to me, to me it’s also about my skills, need to be pretty damn good at what I do, to keep us steps ahead.”

[𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀. @ReaperxQueen]

Gemma stayed watching Aspynd carefully waiting to see how Tig's voice could shift once the Spencer name settled into his head. The truth was finally on the line, and all that was left to do now was wait for the grieving father to face his ghost.

[𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀. @ReaperxQueen]

Gemma watched the intensity in Aspyn's eyes as she defended her loyalty. "I know who you slept with, sweetheart," Gemma answered, her voice lowered to a maternal whisper. "I'm not questioning the bloodline. But this club feeds on whispers, and a lie travels fast." (...)

[𝑨𝒔𝒑𝒚𝒏 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒚 𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓 @TroubledCarnage]

—> Tig’s familiar voice. “Yeah?”

“Tig… it’s Aspyn Spencer. We need to talk. Can you meet me at TM on your way from Stockton?”

[𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀. @ReaperxQueen]

She hold her breath as Aspyn hit the green button on the phone, the sharp trill of the ringing line filling the room until Tig’s greeting crackled through the speaker. Gemma crossed her arms, nodding in quiet approval as Aspyn delivered the location without a single blink. (...)

[𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀. @ReaperxQueen]

"I've buried kings in this town, Killian," she rasped, with tilting her head as she locked eyes with him, waiting to see if he would actually dare to step back across her line or hold his ground. "You want to find out how deep the dirt goes? Try me."

[𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀. @ReaperxQueen]

Gemma stared at the silver coin dance across his knuckles, her expression carved from stone as the silence was so sharp between them it could cut ice. She didn't let his soft whispers unbalanced her; she had survived monsters much bigger and scarier than a ghost's bastard (...)

[ᴋɪʟʟɪᴀɴ ᴛᴇʟʟᴇʀ @BelfastKill]

you’re going to need a much bigger shovel."

[𝐆𝐄𝐌𝐌𝐀. @ReaperxQueen]

from Belfast.
She slowly walked around the oak desk, her heels clicking a deliberate rhythm against the floor until she stopped so close to him she could feel his breath. She forced his heavy frame to look down into her completely deadly stare. (...)