Giving a tired sigh, Jax finally felt his body release the much built-up tension. Feeling a splash of cold water touching his ass he shivered in disgust.

Giving a cold breath he started to tremble, quickly reaching out he reached a toilet paper roll. Ripping a piece out he hurriedly cleaned his ass. Scrunching up his expression he quickly brought his hand on his nose as if to block the smell.

Getting off the toilet he immediately opened the door, not excited to look back. Promptly he walked to the sink and washed his dirty hands. Closing the water tap he felt a slight vibration coming from his pocket. drying his hands he put his hand in feeling his phone.

Grasping the phone softly he brought it to his flushed porcelain-like skin near his ear. "Hello? Who is this?" He said quickly almost instinctually. "J it's me, Sophie! Allan was just taken away by the police!"

"What why?!" he stood there shocked looking at the shaggy person in the mirror, his eyes wide as he heard the soft stream of hiccups from the other line. "They said something about a robbery! I don't know what happened but I believe Allan is a suspect!"

Taking a deep breath that almost choked him, Jax started to speed walk out of the public bathroom. Still, on the phone, he rushed out of the restroom and pushed some people who were oblivious to his trouble. Gaining the side-eye of the general public.

"Alright, stay calm ill be there immediately!" Shaking his head slowly he started to feel his breath becoming harder to control. Quickly making his way down the last flight of stairs he was able to arrive at the parking lot. Rummaging through his pockets he found his bike key and stepped on the pedal.

Quickly rushing out of the underground parking lot he tore through the main road as if possessed by a demon. A lot of cars had almost crashed into him but at the moment he didn't think it mattered.

Making his way through the neighborhoods he finally arrived at a dirtier neighborhood. Skidding to a stop he got off his motorbike and walked to the house. Outside the white-walled house was a cop car decorating the white with different hues of red and blue.

Not having the time to appreciate the ever-changing colors, he rushed towards a male police officer.

"Officer! What's going on?" He got the attention of the policemen. "Kid the man was accused of robbing a place close by." Slipping that tad bit of information the policemen looked at him in a dead gaze, almost unwilling and grudgingly accepting. Jax frowned, normally the police don't release such information if it was true or at least confirmed. Nodding his head at the conclusion he began to talk again.

"Then why make such a fuss he seems to be a suspect?" Trying to prod some information from the policemen he smiled a little. "Nah, He's not the robber, he's still guilty though..."

The policemen's eyes wandered into nowhere unfocused. Frowning slightly he could only hope it wasn't what he was thinking of. Hopefully, it's only a coincidence. Going through his thoughts he could only think that his friend was being treated as a scapegoat.

Taking a deep breath he felt his muscles tighten, taking a better look he saw that his friend was already in the police car. Hastily he walked to the house opening the door and focusing on his ears. Soon he heard a small voice choking and gasping for air, fearing the worst he ran to the room.

In the bed lay a little whose body was so small that it could be mistaken for a pillow. Her dark brown skin appeared to have paled, her black eyes mimicking a fountain of tears. Rushing to her side he quickly untangled her from the sheets that were covering her. Holding her close to his body he rushed outdoors making sure that the girl had a scarf and a warm blanket covering her.

Rushing outside he was panicking at the already speeding cop car. Not wanting to cause trouble he ran to the other side of the street. Reaching the neighbor's house rapidly knocked on the door. Making loud and hollow thunks. Several seconds later that felt like hours footsteps and shuffling was heard. Opening the door was a lanky old man with flushed skin and exuberant blue eyes.

"Mr. Rolling please take care of Clara! I need to go to the police station for a while!" hurriedly giving the tiny girl to the old man making sure he can hold her, he turned his back and sped towards his motorcycle. Quickly stepping on the pedal he stopped right outside a house near the end of the road. "Sophie! Come on!"

From inside the house came a black woman with a taller body. Making her way to the motorbike she jumped up and expertly landed on the back seat of the motorbike. Not even blinking Jax felt a set of arms hugging him from behind. Not even paying attention he sped the bike again.

Passing the many red lights that seemed to laugh at his misfortune, he started to swerve around the many cars his bike practically flying off the ground on the many road bumps. "It's gonna be fine Sophie! We first need to know what crimes He's being accused of! I'll use my father's connections to get him out!" coldly reassuring the frightened, crying woman. He continued to press the pedal as hard as he could.

"J!" Shouted the frightened woman as she looked forward on the road. "What!?" He asked glancing at the woman obviously a bitt annoyed at her shouting.

Then suddenly he felt a push. A current of air. A single sound of a car horn and then he lost all consciousness as if his brain was shut.