A/N I do not own any of the original Sons of Anarchy characters or stories, they belong to Kurt Sutter.
I want to specifically thank a few lovely ladies for their continued support and feedback, this chapter is dedicated to you: MiMi Hiddleston, Janet McCormick and Samantha Renk. I also wanted to thank each and every one of you that have liked/favorited/followed and/or reviewed me and my story(ies). I hope the wait for this update was worth it.
Beyoncé's Flawless (Remix)
This song inspired me to write this chapter; below is just a few versus'. If you haven't heard the song in it's entirety I'd recommend a listen!
I know when you were little girls
You dreamt of being in my world
Don't forget it, don't forget it
Respect that, bow down bitches
I took some time to live my life
But don't think I'm just his little wife
Don't get it twisted, get it twisted
This my shit, bow down bitches
Bow down bitches, bow bow down bitches (Crown)
Bow down bitches, bow bow down bitches (Crown)
H Town bitches
H, H Town bitches
I'm so crown crown, bow down bitches
I'm about that H, town, coming coming down
I'm coming down, drippin' candy on the ground
H, Town, Town, I'm coming down, coming down
Drippin' candy on the ground
We teach girls to shrink themselves
To make themselves smaller
We say to girls
"You can have ambition
But not too much
You should aim to be successful
But not too successful
Otherwise you will threaten the man"
Because I am female
I am expected to aspire to marriage
I am expected to make my life choices
Always keeping in mind that
Marriage is the most important
Now marriage can be a source of
Joy and love and mutual support
But why do we teach girls to aspire to marriage
And we don't teach boys the same?
We raise girls to each other as competitors
Not for jobs or for accomplishments
Which I think can be a good thing
But for the attention of men
We teach girls that they cannot be sexual beings
In the way that boys are
Feminist: the person who believes in the social
Political, and economic equality of the sexes
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Tara watched as Juice stepped forward to help Ima up and escort her off CaraCara property. Knowing that everyone's attention would now be solely on her Tara began to dread seeing Jax. When they were younger Jax ate up Tara fighting over him but now that they were no longer teenagers it seemed like Tara was just expected to put up with "whores" hanging all over him. Doing everything including caressing his manhood to get his attention but god forbid a male of any sort even smiled in her direction. She was expected to "trust" that it was only harmless flirting and believe that all he wanted was her but Jax wasn't kept to the same standard. He was free to either verbally or physically assault any man who challenged what was "his". Tara despised the double standard and feeling as if she was just a piece of property. She may have a tattoo that said "Property of Jax Teller" but she'd be damned if she let that define her. Squaring her shoulders Tara began to look around the room for Jax. Before she could look too far she felt an arm snake around her waist. Breathing in, all of her senses were overtaken by his scent. His scent was unique, a combination of leather, motor oil and musk. Tara tried to hold onto her irritation but as his scent washed over her she found it quickly dissipating.
Before she could relax completely and lean into his touch she felt his hot breath by her ear, "Babe, we need to talk."
That was all Jax said before he steered her in the direction of the women's bathroom.
"Jax, I know I shouldn't have done that but the things she was saying...I just...I couldn't let it go."
"It's just business babe, don't let 'em get to you."
"Do they get to you?"
"Babe we talked about this, it's just business."
"Jax there is a difference between being cordial for business and egging it on. You, Jackson Teller, give them the green light with the way you call 'em Darlin' and flash your panty dropping smirk. How would you like it if the tables were turned?"
Jax went to reach for her but knowing him better than he knew himself, Tara took a step back. Leaving Jax to feel the silky material of her blue blouse slip through his fingers. "Babe?" Jax questioned.
Tara's mind wondered back to her earlier irritation, squaring her shoulders like she had done before, she decided to answer the question she posed to Jax herself.
"Let me answer that for you, you're a fucking hypocrite. You expect me to sit back with a smile on my face being a good old lady while you're letting everything with two legs and a vagina rub up on you. You crave the attention. You love seeing the blush creep up their cheeks as your eyes roll over their body. You love the shy doe in the headlights look they give you when you put your hand on their hip and call them Darlin'. Oh and let's not forget, you love the way they'll do AN-Y-THING when you give them that smirk of yours." Shaking her head a little she continued, "God forbid if a co-worker of mine or even one of the visiting charters club members, whom I've known my entire life, looks at me a second too long let alone touches me in any way. You'd either beat the shit out of them or they'd end up in a fucking ditch somewhere so that they'd never do it again and maybe their friends would learn I'm off limits too. When we were younger you used to get off on me kicking bitches asses but now if I even put one in their place verbally let alone physically for disrespecting me you get pissed and demand I let it go." Tara finished her point by throwing her hands up in the air and letting out an exasperated breath.
Jax took a hesitant step toward Tara. Seeing that her guard was coming down a little now that she had gotten all that off of her chest, he put his hand on her hip and pulled her until she was flush against him. "Babe, do you feel that? Trust me, I still get 'off' on it."
Looking up into his lust-filled eyes, that were watching her intently, gauging her response she said with an irritated voice, "Then why do you always tell me to not let them get to me?"
Letting out an exasperated sigh he responded, "Because Babe, it's a legitimate business. The club needs this. These girls are different then..."
"Jackson Nathanial Teller, I'm going to stop you right there, before you really piss me off. The only difference between these girls and the ones at the club house is they get paid to spread their legs on camera but all the extra work they do to get under a club member or on top of one is the exact same as the hang arounds at the club house. I am going to talk to my mom and tell her you are not going to be anyone's personal escort. If they have a safety concern they can talk to another club member because no women is riding bitch on the back of your bike but me."
"Babe, you can't do that..."
Pulling her arms back she smacked Jax on his chest, catching them both off guard. "Hell I can't!" She screamed before pulling her arms back and again smacking him on his chest. This time it was with such force it knocked Jax off balance causing him to fall back against the bathroom wall. Pausing her onslaught Tara looked up into Jax's crystal blue eyes, realization dawning on her regarding just how turned on he really was. Ripping open his checkered button up shirt and placing her hands around his neck bringing his mouth down to hers. She gave him a chaste kiss before working her way down his jaw line and neck while her hands found their way to his belt. With his belt and pants undone Tara reached into Jax's boxers, freeing his length. Jax not being able to take any of Tara's normal foreplay did all but rip her pants and underwear off of her body. Picking her up by her now bare legs he spun them around so her back was to the wall while she took the time to lock her legs around his waist. Turning her head in anticipation Jax took the invitation to begin doing a combination of sucking and biting along her neck. Pulling back slightly to look into her eyes as he entered her little by little until she had taken his full length only than going back to the place on her neck that he knew drove her crazy. He began a rhyme of pulling out and thrusting in. Wanting to make her scream his name he quickened his pace, pounding over and over again until he heard her pant out, "Jaxxx. Baby, that's it."
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Ima had convinced Juice to let her go to the bathroom to assess the damage done to her face before he escorted her home.
Opening the door she gasped at the sight before her. Hearing the sound of the door creak open and the gasp that came from that direction Tara looked up to see Ima standing in the doorway with her mouth agape, shock clearly evident on her features. Allowing her mouth to curl at the edges and her eyes to fill with mischief Tara mouthed, "He's mine bitch," before bringing her attention back to Jax.
Grabbing a fist full of his hair she brought his mouth to hers, kissing him passionately, unlike the chaste kiss from before. Pulling away from their kiss Tara moved her mouth along his jaw line and down to his neck, she found herself biting him harder than she anticipated as he hit deeper than he had before. Loving the feel of his length inside her and the taste of his sweat from their love making on the tip of her tongue, she allowed herself to scream his name as she clenched her walls around him. "Fuck, Babe!" was all Jax could say as he quickened his pace in search of his own release.
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Feeling completely shattered, Ima stepped back allowing the door to slam before she turned on her heels and wobbled out of the side doors of CaraCara. She barely made it out of the building before collapsing to the ground. Taking off her heels and scooting backwards until her back was against the brick wall, she brought her knees up to her chest and began to cry. Thinking as she sobbed, 'Why doesn't he look at me like he looks at her?' 'What does that stuck up doctor bitch have, that I don't?'
A/N Thanks to a few reader reviews I have found a way to incorporate both Donna AND Lyla in my story; hopefully the way that I have found doesn't leave anyone disappointed.
As for Ima vs. Collette the votes were split pretty 50/50 so I haven't decided if this is Ima's last appearance or not but we will just have to see where the story takes me.
Up next: flashback between Wendy/Tara. ***Your votes won't necessarily change anything but I'm interested in seeing why you think Tara left (i.e. death, jail, etc.).***