Sons of Magnolia

Chapter 1

Storyline: Gajeel is in a motorcycle club called Sons of Magnolia. Levy is his ex-girlfriend and together they share a young daughter. Levy is against bringing Melina to the club to see her father as there are many dangers being associated with it, but their romantic feelings for each other haven't changed. Gajeel soon gets caught up in a dispute between the club and a rival charter in an illegal gun trade, and the Sons prepare for a war where no one is safe.

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I do not own any of Fairy Tail - that's all Hiro Mashima.

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The unmistakable roar of mufflers increased in volume with every passing second. Towners knew when the boys in black rode, as they were unmistakable in their chapter vests. When they took to the blacktop, there was business to attend. Their presence within the small town usually kept the peace.

Usually.

Gajeel heard them as they arrived, slowing down when they entered into the lot. He strode out from the auto shop office the club owned. The men that had become his friends backed their chrome-rimmed rides into the angled parking spaces designed with their bikes in mind.

In his standard-issue black cut with the thick boots to match, Gajeel took a few last drags from the cigarette in his fingers. He raised his head in a swift incline as he approached one of the club members. The scruffy-looking man's lip went up at one corner and took Gajeel's outstretched arm in his own in greeting.

"Didn't think you'd be back this soon," Gajeel commented, blowing the smoke out with his words. Squinting in the sunlight, he nodded towards the others now leaving their shiny bikes to head indoors. "Everything alright?"

"Yeh, ol' man Makarov beat us to the site, made room for us ta deal with it quickly."

"No cops?"

The man looked about as relaxed as he'd ever been after a business run. He took his tobacco can out of his back pocket, gave it a good flick before twisting the lid off to pinch some of it out. "Nah, ya know Makarov."

Gajeel threw down the used up cigarette and squished it with the toe of his boot. He did know the old man. The police officer had become friends with their club president many years prior. The two men took different routes in life, but saw no reason to destroy the friendship. In exchange for unofficially helping the department in peacekeeping -however in unconventional ways- the Sons did no harm to anyone unless provoked or if others were harmed.

Of course, only the involved knew about the arrangement.

"The old geezer's finding new an' improved ways ta keep the rest of the pigs off our bahcks," Chibs said, his Scottish accent mixing in. He stuffed a small pinch of the snuff in between his gums and lower lip.

"Do I even wanna know?" Gajeel asked with a grin.

Chibs' quick rolling chuckle answered him, along with a "you'll find out sometime" and he clapped a hand on Gajeel's shoulder before the two made their way inside the club.

Despite the sunshine and warm day, the inside of the clubhouse was dark and dank. The air was thick with swirls of cigarette smoke. Club members hung out on the leather couches drinking in the middle of the day. The clack of the cue ball smacking into the colored ones at the pool tables added to the atmosphere until someone increased the radio volume.

Chibs immediately headed for the kitchen, leaving Gajeel at the door. He saw a few of the guys had lady friends present; they rose from one of the couches to make their way to the back rooms for a bit of privacy. For the most part, the club did what it wanted. There were no specific rules -most were common sense and self-explanatory- other than keeping dicks out of another's old lady, protecting the club's reputation, its members, and their families, and most importantly: if you get taken downtown, don't ever become a rat.