"Roland is getting some sleep. I told him it is highly likely it will happen with us both here."
Jax looks at him, shocked, as he grabs his glass. "Roland? Why was Roland sent?" Jax looks at Oscar, worried.
"Come on, Jax, he is the best one for the job. Sure he might complain and sulk that he can't have his usual nightly fun of picking up a woman in a club for some fun. But, he is a good fighter, which you need. We were trained to fight to the death, Jax, so if the people they send don't have a weapon, they will fight." They need someone on their side who can fight just as well. Sure Melodie can, but having a guy here will help.
"Yeah, but Roland? He f****d up last time." Jax shakes his head. That isn't the issue. He didn't f**k up. They did, by not telling him no one would replace him
