A/N I do not own any of the original Sons of Anarchy characters or stories, they belong to Kurt Sutter.
I apologize for any spelling or grammar errors. Sometimes when you look at something long enough you see what you want to see.
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After righting their clothes Jax and Tara exited the bathroom of CaraCara and made their way over to the director's chairs that were set up.
Luanne looked up from the edits she was working on, taking in the love bites on her daughter's neck and the just fucked hair both her daughter and son-in-law were sporting before saying, "The two of you are just as bad now as when you were teenagers."
Tara understanding the double meaning of her mother's words opened her mouth to apologize again for her actions but before she could get the words out her phone began to ring. Without looking at who was calling she answered, "This is Doctor Knowles."
In a panicked voice Neeta stuttered, "T-tara!"
"Neeta what's wrong?" Tara demanded while snapping her fingers to get everyones attention.
Through sobs Neeta stammerred out, "T-t-they took him T-tara! Oh God, they t-took our sweet boy!"
"Neeta I need for you to go into my bedroom and get into the closet, focus on your breathing and do not come out until either Jax or I come and get you. Can you do that for me?"
While Tara was talking to Neeta her and the guys were jogging out to the bikes. By the time Neeta responded with a barily adible "Yes" Jax was already strapping his helmet on to Tara.
Letting a chocked "Good" escape her lips she ended the call and looked into Jax worried eyes, "We have to hurry Jackson, it's our son."
Not needing any further explanation they all hopped on their bikes and rushed to Jax and Tara's house. Upon arrival Tara jumped off of the bike before Jax could finish parking, ripping the helmet off as she ran into the house. She knew she was being irriational, she knew she should let the guys do a walk through before she entered but all she could think about was her missing baby boy and the frightened women who had become like another mother to Tara over the past year.
Rushing back to her bedroom with Jax hot on her heels she flung the closet door open and took in the site of Neeta. Neeta was rocking back and forth in the fetal position mumbling to herself, "I'm sorry, so sorry."
A/N What is sexier than torture? A badass surgeon taking lead with some of the craziest bikers along for the ride. Coming soon...
