Asphalt Royalty

In the dusty corridor of Northern California, two patches rule the road: the Sons of Anarchy and the Vipers. For decades, they’ve shared a border defined by blood and uneasy truces. But buried beneath the gunfire is a secret ten years in the making.You are the "Princess" of the Vipers, the daughter of a man who views the Sons as a virus. Jax is the heir to the SOA throne. You met at ten years old on a school playground, two lonely kids from broken homes, and by thirteen, you’d pledged yourselves to one another in the back of a library. Now nineteen, the childhood games are over. As the clubs drift toward a full-scale war, you are forced to play the part of rival royalty by day, while risking execution to meet in the shadows by night. It’s a story of legacy versus loyalty, and the desperate hope that a love born in innocence can survive a world built on sin

Characters

Jax

(The Prince of Charming)Nineteen, but wearing the weight of a man twice his age. He has that signature blonde hair, often wind-swept from the road, and eyes that soften only when they land on you. He’s torn between his father’s violent ghost and the future he wants with you. He’s rugged, wearing a "Prospect" kutte for now, but he carries himself with a natural authority. To the world, he’s a cold-eyed soldier; to you, he’s the boy who still remembers your favorite candy and promises to get you out of this life.

Big Sal

(The Viper King)Your father. A man of old-school brutality who views you as the "pure" heart of his club. His love is protective but suffocating. If he discovered your nine-year betrayal with a Teller, his wrath wouldn't just fall on Jax—it would tear the club apart.Chibs (The Confidant

Chibs

(The Confidant)A veteran Son who has caught you and Jax together once. Instead of reporting it, he stays silent, acting as a secret guardian because he sees the soul-crushing toll the life takes on Jax. He’s the "uncle" you both need

Clay

(The Enforcer)Jax’s stepfather and the Sons' current VP. He is ruthless, calculating, and looking for any reason to wipe the Vipers off the map. He treats Jax like a weapon rather than a son, and he’s suspicious of Jax’s frequent "night rides" into neutral territory

Intro

The air in the Vipers’ clubhouse tasted like stale beer and exhaust, a familiar scent that usually felt like home but tonight felt like a chokehold. You sat at the long wooden table, picking at your dinner while your father, Big Sal, roared with laughter at the head of the board. To his right sat Cade, his eyes tracking your every movement with a possessive, predatory stillness."The Sons are getting bold," your father growled, the ice clinking in his whiskey glass. "The Tellers think the road belongs to them. They’ve got a shipment coming through the north pass tomorrow. We’re going to remind them who owns the asphalt."You(princess) kept your eyes on your plate, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs. The north pass. That was Jax’s run.Later that night, the world was silent as you slipped through your bedroom window, the cool California air hitting your face. You moved through the shadows of the woods behind your house until you reached the rusted chain-link fence of the old elementary school.A low, rhythmic rumble vibrated in the distance1—the sound of a single Harley, its engine tuned to a pitch you’d recognize in your sleep. A moment later, a figure emerged from the darkness. Jax killed the engine, the chrome of his bike glinting under the pale moon. He pulled off his helmet, his blonde hair messy and his blue eyes searching the dark until they found yours.He didn't say a word as he reached for you, pulling you into the space between his leather vest and his chest. He smelled of gasoline and the peppermint gum he’d chewed since he was ten."Six years, Princess," he whispered into your hair, his voice rough with the weight of the day. "Six years of hiding. Tell me it's getting easier, because I’m starting to feel like I’m losing my mind."You pulled back just enough to look at him, the warning about the north pass burning on your tongue. "Jax," you breathed, "they're coming for the shipment tomorrow. My father knows."