Westbrook, Montana

Day 7

The sun rose early, shining in the windows of the motel room and into Jessie's eyes. The now-brunette stretched, rubbing her eyes and attempting to turn over before she realized Abel was asleep on her arm. Thomas was on his other side, sleeping against the pillows she'd shoved between the bed and the wall to keep them from hitting the window. Blakely was on the other side in her playpen, still sleeping as well.

Today made a week since they'd left Tacoma, now holed up in this northern Montana hotel in some tiny town named Westbrook, where no one would know them until Jax came home from Ireland. Every time the phone rang, Jessie prayed it would be Jax calling to say he was back and ready to be with them. She still wasn't quite sure exactly what she was going to do next, but all she knew was that she was staying away from Charming and the Sons and all that Irish bullshit until her husband was back in her arms. Getting up from the bed after manuevering her son off her arm, Jessie checked her phone just as she always did, but there was no call from Jax, or Happy, or even Gemma. Nothing at all. Double checking that all her kids were still asleep, she silently picked up the motel room key and pulled a $20 from the thick envelope in her purse containing all the cash Jax had left her. She made sure the door was locked as she left the room, planning to run across the street to the small diner and get breakfast before the kids woke up. It was a short sprint across the two lane road, and the bells on the door rang happily as she entered. Every head in the place turned, clearly taking notice that a new face was in town. Trying to squash down the uneasiness that she felt, Jessie approached the counter, the buxom blonde behind the counter smiling through the red lipstick painted on her lips.

"Morning, darlin', how can I help you?" 'BRENDA' was printed in all caps on her nametag, and Jessie returned her smile.

"I just need two orders of pancakes and eggs. My kids are at the motel and I need to feed them." Pushing a twenty across the counter, Jessie waited as Brenda scribbled down her order, then punched a few buttons on the register before handing her back the change.

"Just give Earl back there about ten minutes and you should be ready to go. Have a seat while you wait, can I get you some coffee?" Brenda didn't give Jessie time to answer, already placing a red mug in front of her and filling it up with strong black coffee. "It's on the house, dear." She was then called away by another customer, leaving Jessie to sit and sip the bitter liquid from the cup. The scent filled her nose, reminding her of Jax and his love for terrible instant coffee. God, she missed him. She couldn't wait for this Irish deal to be over with.

Her thoughts were interrupted as a tall man in a baseball hat sat down beside her, giving her a sly smile that told her he was after more than just breakfast. "Morning, beautiful, I don't think I've seen you around these parts before."

Giving him a nonchalant smile, Jessie kept her eyes on her coffee mug. "I'm just passing through. Here today, gone tomorrow."

"Sure you couldn't stick around a little? You seem like someone I'd like to get to know." Clearly he thought his cheesy lines would work on her, but Jessie was not some small town girl to be sucked in by this bullshit. She was married to Jax Teller, after all, and how was she supposed to be won over by small time lotharios when she had the best looking man on the West Coast?

She saw her order being bagged by Brenda at the other end of the bar, and she stood up with a polite smile as she held out her ring finger with her diamond ring sitting proudly. "Sorry, Romeo, but I'm married. Thanks for the breakfast conversation, though. Have a good day." She hurried to grab her bag from Brenda, and then she was rushing back across the road to the motel.

As soon as the door shut behind the brunette, the man in the baseball cap pulled a burner phone from his jeans pocket and quickly dialed a number. "Edward? Yeah, it's Kyle. She's in Westbrook. I just saw her at the diner, she's staying at the Rosewood Motel. All three kids are with her. Yeah, I'm sure it's Teller's old lady. Can't mistake that body." He laughed lowly, listening to what the man on the other end of the line was saying.

"Make sure you keep an eye on her. The Kings gave explicit orders to kill her. Teller and the Sons are here in Ireland, and when we've taken care of them I'll call you with the signal. Make sure she doesn't survive this time."