The crisp air of Charming hit Jax's face as he rounded the corner to the street that he had traveled more than a thousand times with Chibs and Hap in tow. His firm, muscular build leaned into the curb before straightening the jet black machine that rumbled under him. His Dyna Super Glide was one of his most prized possessions other than JT's knife that rested securely on his hip. It was the one item that reminded him most of his ol' man. Gemma had kept it stashed away in one of her little places for 'safe keeping' until Jax was old enough to prospect for the club.
The soles of Jax's white Nikes met the damp pavement as he lowered his feet from the foot rests, his piercing blue eyes shielded behind the tinted lenses of his KC's. His leather gloved hands itching to twist that throttle and roll in where the rest of his brothers were waiting at the clubhouse for church. Yet he waited, almost a sense of impatience radiating off him while the youngest of the prospects pushed open the iron gates to Jax's heaven or hell, which one depended on the day.
His head nodded once, a short lived grin upon his face with his yet to be groomed whiskers. He hadn't had time for that shit the last few days. Shower, clothes and his kutte on his back and he was ready to roll out. Plus the ladies loved the scruffy look and feel of his goatee and unshaven face. Made them purr like a cat in heat when that shit rubbed against their inner thigh as he buried his face in their pussy. Jax gave the throttle a twist, lifted his feet from the asphalt below and forced his harley into the parking lot of Teller-Morrow.
Before Jax could sift his fingers through the golden strands of his hair that was hanging in his face after removing his helmet and placing it on the seat, Gemma was at his side, hands placed precisely at her hips with that kind of stance that said she didn't come rushing out just to say hi as Chibs and Hap removed themselves from their own rides to stroll to the clubhouse.
"We'll see ye in church, brotha." Chibs clapped the younger blonde on the shoulder as Gemma stepped up awaiting her greeting from her son.
"Mornin' baby." Gemma gave him a faint smile, one that told Jax something was bothering her.
"Hey ma." Jax presented his mother with his version of good morning; a coy grin at the woman who birthed him. Before his grin disappeared though he could sense the tapping of Gemma's foot, the pointed toe of her boot doing a dance on the pavement. A slight roll of his eyes, careful to lower those eyes away from that of his mother.
"A'right, what's goin' on?" He could obviously sense some shit that was bothering Gemma, christ it could be anything though; she always put on some big exaggerated performance no matter how small or big the problem could be.
"Your stupid, junkie whore of an ex-wife. That's the goddamn problem Jackson."
Gemma's lips flattened in a line, arms now crossing across the front of her while she started to pace. Jax casually pulled open his kutte, slipping his ungloved hand into the inner pocket to retrieve his smokes. His eyes lifted upward as his mother glared down at him, knowing his calmness was annoying the shit out of her.
"And?" Putting the open pack of cigarettes towards his mouth he slipped one from the packaging until it was hanging easily between the corner of his lips. Lighting it, he returns his gaze to his mother. "Look, mom, I got alot a' shit to do today. The junkie whore ain' one of my priorities and to tell ya the truth she never will be. Stop leaving her ruffle your goddamn feathers for christ sakes. Abel ain' goin' anywhere, a'right?"
That blonde haired, crank shooting, poor excuse for a woman wasn't worth getting himself worked up over. Not today. He had a full table waiting for him and it had barely broke 9 am. Whatever the bitch wanted, he'd have to deal with that another day.
"I'm telling you Jackson, she's gonna…" Jax, now half annoyed as the smoke drifted up into the sky, pinching the filter between his thumb and forefinger to yank the Marlboro from his mouth.
"She's gonna what?! Try to take my kid away? Ain' no judge in this fuckin' world gonna give her custody of no kid, especially my goddamn kid! You got that?"
It was obvious Gemma was now ready to back down where Wendy was concerned. He didn't have time for this shit and his mother knew damn well to drop it.
"I get it baby, but.."
"No buts ma..leave it the fuck alone. /I'll/ deal with my ex-wife. Stay the hell out of it." With one more long, drawn out inhale, the filter of the half smoke cigarette tumbled across the pavement before being crushed under the weight of Jax's foot. Placing a reassuring hand on his mother's side, he leaned in and settled a kiss to his mother cheek, the tone of his voice now in a much calmer state.
"Just leave it alone." Without another word Jax retreated away from the matriarch. His arms swayed as he sped up his pace towards the clubhouse doors, only pausing for a brief moment when he noticed Chibs with a dark haired girl just outside the gates of TM.
