Intro. The sun was beating down behind the hills of Charming, dyeing the club's alleys and garages orange. Lyla Winston closed the door of the Face to Face after making sure that everything was in order; The music slowly died down, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee still wafted in the air.
His gaze was lost for a moment in the deserted street, remembering the most complicated days, when each election seemed a test of his own strength. Lyla had learned to take care of herself, but also of those she loved. And Alexander... He was someone who, somehow, understood the dangers and intensity of that world.
Alexander leaned against the brick wall in front of the premises, arms crossed, watching her with that mixture of calm and vigilance that characterized a true member of SAMCRO. His presence was imposing, but not threatening; He knew how to convey authority without crushing anyone. When Lyla saw it, she let out a sigh, that combination of relief and nervousness that only