Interracial Jax/OC story influenced by Billie Holiday's song, "Strange Fruit."

This story takes place in season 6 and 7. Tara does not exist here, although Wendy does.

I own my OCs. Everything else belongs to Kurt Sutter.

Charter: Lodi, Grim Bastards. President's daughter: Lana Nicole Cross, 5'8."

CHAPTER 1

"Lana!" I hear in the distance of the clubhouse. "Yeah, dad?" I sigh. I pick up the rag I was using to clean the bar counter and toss it in the sink. "I need this mess taken care of in a little while," my dad points to the dirty leftovers from last night's party.

"Daddy..what's the point of having prospects if you don't at least make them clean up stuff like this?" I whine. "Cause I got you, baby" he kisses my forehead. "And your mama," he slaps her butt as she strides by.

"Ew," I scrunch my face in disgust. I quickly walk away as I hear them talkin' nasty to each other. Gross, I shake my head.

I throw my long black hair up in a ponytail as I go to my room. I'm basically the only girl in the clubhouse that has their own room. Although, T.O. Cross is my father so that's about the only reason why. I'm basically the princess of the Grim Bastards. Not really my life goal but you can't exactly pick your parents.

I grew up in this life style. I used to think this was all normal when I was a little girl. I found out soon enough it wasn't whenever I tried to invite friends from school over. Their parents weren't too happy about their children hanging around an MC kid. Everybody in NorCal knows about the reputation of the Sons of Anarchy, the Grim Bastards, and the Mayans. Nothing new there.

Because my parents were notorious for the MC world and other things, I didn't really have friends. Sometimes I talk to the crow eaters when I'm bored. But they're not the most trustworthy girls I'd want to associate myself with, if you get my drift.

"Sweetie, come help me with this. You heard your father earlier," my mama chastises me as I apply burgundy lipstick to my lips. I didn't even hear her come into my room. "Okay," I get up from my vanity. I fluff my hair and pucker my lips before leaving.

I rush past a couple of members and prospects while on my way to the bar area. I pick up a box of used beer bottles before my ass was nudged roughly.

"Sorry, Darlin'," a gruff voice excuses. "It's fine," I say before standing up all the way.

Holy shit.

More like he's fine. God damn.

Jackson Teller, I said in my head once I saw the familiar "President" patch on his cut. He smiled wide as soon as we were face to face and shook my hand.

"Oh good, ya met Jax," my dad interrupts our meeting. "Hi," I breathe. My dad claps a hand on Jax's shoulder and rolls his eyes at my voice. "Jax this is my daughter, Lana," his tone was strained.

My dad could already tell I would be coming to every club party if that meant the Sons were gonna be there.

"Very nice to meet you," he raised my manicured hand and kissed it. My eyes were far beyond glazed with lust at that point.

Our eyes were locked intensely before hearing my dad's throat clear obnoxiously. "The Sons are coming over tonight for a little business meeting."

Yeah right, that was just code for a small chat in the chapel and partying right after. "How nice," I smiled. "Well I'll be over here if you need me, dad," I bid them goodbye. I walk away with a little sway in my hips, hoping Jax was admiring. The thump of my black pumps were fading as I kept sashaying away in my dark blue skinny jeans.

I glanced back and sure enough he was looking as well. My dad's back was thankfully turned. I smirk as he winks before following my dad into the chapel with a couple of his own guys.

"I saw you," my mama warns me. "What now?" I grunt. "Don't get an attitude with me, little girl," she quickly argues. "Mama, I'm twenty-three," I reply while throwing away more beer cans. "You know what I mean," she gives me a stern look. "Yes, Ma'am," I roll my eyes as I turn around. "And don't roll your eyes at me either, Lana Nicole Cross," she continues. "Like I was saying before...I saw that," she hands me a towel. "I have no idea what you're talking about," I quickly dismiss her with the towel in hand.

"You must think I'm stupid, baby." She walks up to me and I instantly look down with regret because I know she's about to give me some long ass speech.

"You and Jax's little meetin'. That's what I'm talking about. Don't go trying anything with him, you hear me?" she lifts my head up. "Mama, I didn't even do anything! We just met. You act like I asked him to dinner or something," I growl in annoyance.

"Mhmm, we just met my ass," she gives a snarky laugh. "Let me fill you in on something, Lana. You're the daughter of a black MC president. You don't go flaunting yourself at the likes of Jackson Teller. I can speak for your dad when I say that you flirting with that man isn't gonna fly around here," I listen.

"And why not?" I snap, already knowing the answer. I was irritated so I had my hand on my hip too. "Cause this ain't no ice cream sundae you can just mix with whatever toppings you like. The MC has rules and you know that. Abide by them, sweetie."

"Sure," I say as she kisses my cheek. "Good, now go grab that trash bag right there and take this out for me," she finishes.

So much for being a "princess."
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"Where's Lana?" T.O. asks. His old lady scratches her pixie cut hair and discretely turns away from him. "I think she mentioned something about going shopping for tonight's party," a prospect said while sweeping the floor.

"Huh," he mumbles in acceptance.

Tanya, the president's old lady and wife, knew exactly where their daughter was. And it didn't involve shopping at the mall what so ever. She shook her head in disappointment and carried on to her business.

"That little girl is gonna be the death of me," she whispers to herself.
**********

"Oh fuck! Just like that, baby," I moan while grasping onto his ripped shoulders.

He growls and bites one of my breasts before licking it tantalizingly slow. "You like that?" he grunts. I whimper in desire and scratch his back in ecstasy. "I can't hear you, Darlin'," he slaps my ass. "Mmm! Yes! Yes, I love it!" I respond loudly with another moan escaping.

My long curls were sweaty and sticking to his pillow sheets as he rode deeper inside my core. I latch onto his blonde locks as he nips the chocolate skin of my neck. "Damn, Lana," he rubs my thick thighs.

"Jax!" I gasp as he snakes his hand down my center and rubs my clit. He chuckles and rubs my clit faster than before. "Come on, baby," he encourages me as I buck my hips. I looked down to see his creamy skin against my own. "Uh, uh, uh," I gasp as I bite my lip to every pump his body makes against my own.

"Just let me know when," he bites my lips, kissing them soon after. "Ohhh my god, Jackson!" I sigh defeatedly. He keeps humping me until my whimpers turn into small puffs of breath. By that time I had orgasmed twice, him right behind.

"Jesus Christ," he kisses my neckline sensually. "Mhmm," I agree while holding him to my chest. "You know I love you right?" he stares into my brown eyes. I get lost in his blue ones and nod.

Sometimes I want to ask him if I'll ever become his old lady or get his crow. But that little voice inside my head keeps telling me I'm dreamin'. Ain't no way in hell is a black chick going to be a white pres' old lady.

"I know, babe. I love you too," I kiss him hungrily. I try to erase the discriminating thoughts from my mind by making out with him.

"Don't start! You know we don't have enough time," he warns me in surprise. I giggle before looking at his clock on the nightstand.

It was damn near 9pm so I knew we were pushing the limit on time.

"Okay," I sigh. I push him off a little and gather my hair into a ponytail before going to his shower.

"Just to let you know, black people are never on time, Teller," I drawl out giving him a seductive look.

"Shit," he shakes his head with a smile and follows me inside.
**********

I run to my apartment in Lodi and quickly change into an appropriate outfit. I showered at Jax's but unfortunately didn't pack my clothes for the get together at the clubhouse.

I raid my closet, trying to look for the best outfit.

"This will do," I talk to myself.

Black leather jacket, black skinny jeans, fitted white V-neck, and blood red pumps. Seems good enough to me!

I change and quickly wand my hair into bigger, looser curls before heading out.

I pull up to the clubhouse in record time, skidding to park my midnight purple '67 mustang.

I walk around outside, greeting people till something catches my eye.

Mina Howard.

The sluttiest crow eater we have in Lodi...with her hands all over Jax.

I instantly saw red because this bitch was practically sitting on my man's lap. I watch Jax sort of lift her away from him once he sees me. I squint my eyes predatorily and make moves toward them.

I know we're supposed to act like we don't have a relationship in public but this was crossing the line.

"Hey, Mina!" I shout to her. "Happy just told me he wants to see you," I pop my bubble gum.

"He does?" she damn near screams. She's had a thing for Hap ever since the Sons started doing business with the Grim Bastards.

She rocketed out of Jax's lap when I told her. "Yeah, he's on the bench by the grill waitin' for you," I insist. She stands straighter and moves her plastic boobs around to peek out of her shirt more and struts in that direction.

I smirk at Jax as he gives me a "What are you doing?" expression.

"That's just wrong. You know he has a thing for blondes," he gives me a friendly hug.

I laugh, ignoring my mama in the distance blatantly staring at us in shame. "Her weave is highlighted blonde," I sarcastically reassure him.

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"Get the fuck away from me! Can't you see I'm busy? Dumb ass broad," we hear Happy growl. He was making out with some chick before Mina tapped his shoulder, interrupting them.

I giggle and hide my face in Jax's neck when she runs inside the clubhouse completely embarrassed.