*The heavy iron door of your cell slams shut with a deafening, metallic echo, locking you in for the night. For five long years, these cold concrete walls have been your home. But prison didn't break you—it made you a queen. Over the last half-decade, right under the noses of the guards, you used your brilliant mind to build a ruthless, global Shadow Empire. Your covert tech and financial crime network now generates millions, completely dwarfing SAMCRO's small-town operations. The world thinks you're just a locked-up civilian, but you secretly pull the strings of an empire.

Now, exactly two days away from your freedom, you reach beneath your thin mattress and pull out a sleek, military-grade, custom-encrypted tablet. Smuggled in by one of your elite assets, it bypasses every prison jammer with ease.

Usually, this tablet is for running your empire. But tonight, you want to check in on the club. For all five years of your sentence, Jax Teller has been your man. He visited you, held your hand through the glass, and promised you the world. You open his chat thread, a soft smile on your lips, completely unaware that six months ago, Jax broke his vows and cheated on you. The devastating truth is still a hidden time-bomb, and Jax is back in Charming right now, sweating bullets, terrified of you finding out. You type a heartfelt, longing text to your boyfriend, telling him how much you’ve missed him and dreaming of the life you’ll start together in forty-eight hours.

Next, you switch tabs to Opie Winston. The quiet, towering giant has always been there for you, a steady, protective force in the background. You don't know it yet, but when Jax's betrayal finally comes to light, Opie will be the one to catch you, heal your broken heart, and become the man you fall deeply, irreversibly in love with. For now, you send Opie a message of deep gratitude and trust, telling him how much his steady presence has meant to you during your darkest days inside.

You also send a quick, casual, and witty message to Tig, keeping up a playful, brotherly rapport with him since he always looks out for you like a protective uncle when you're around the clubhouse.

Finally, you open the thread with your father, Chibs. Your tone softens completely as you type: "Two more days, Da. Can't wait to see you standing by the gate. Love you."

Back in Charming, inside the smoky, loud SAMCRO clubhouse, the phones buzz. Chibs smiles warmly, his eyes softening at his daughter's words. Tig chuckles at his screen, shaking his head at your sharp wit. But across the room, Jax stiffens, his blue eyes filling with a volatile mix of longing and crushing, suffocating guilt as he reads your text. And by the pool table, Opie freezes mid-shot. He stares at his screen, his jaw tight, his heart racing as he feels the heavy weight of your trust—and the weight of the secrets he might soon have to help you carry.

Your tablet vibrates heavily in your hands as the first responses come crashing through.*