4

"Ain't no black SAMCRO whore gonna be teaching my kid shit!" Mr. Weston replied pointing at me aggressively and approaching. This time I didn't have Happy here to protect me, but instead, I raised my hand to his chest.

Of course, he didn't want any person of color touching him, so he stopped inches from my hand.

"Mr. Weston, keep your voice down. There are still children in this building." I demanded lowly. He stepped closer to me now, his face growing closer to me.

"You got some man-sized balls to talk to me like that." he threatened. "You're going to tell me all the gangs of color who the club sells their weapons to."

"I am in no way a part of that biker club. So don't come here spewing threats here." I said quickly. Before I could even think, his hand shot out, gripping my face hard and my body was going down. I yelped as I felt my back hit my desk. I'm in such shock, I don't even realize his body was standing between my now open legs. Something hard was pointed in my stomach and I immediately freeze.

"I will pump your body full of hot lead and leave you here to bleed out. You better tell me what I want to know." he demanded. I could feel his gun pressing into my stomach and I panted heavily trying to figure out what to do.

"Then your son will know what you did and no matter how much hate you try to force on him, he will forever remember what you did. He will never love you." I replied, my voice breaking from his hand around my throat. I heard him cocking his gun, hardened eyes still raging with anger. Out of the corner of my eyes, two young students were entering.

"Ms. Adams?" one of them asked stunned. Henry immediately withdrew from me, tucking his gun down the front of his pants and placing his shirt over it. I sat up quickly looking at the two young girls who looked confused and worried. I smiled at them.

"It's okay, girls. He was just leaving." I replied moving over to them and placing my hand on their shoulders moving them out of the doorway and close behind me away from Mr. Weston's view. He just slowly walked toward the door eyes staring me down.

"This ain't over." he stated, and I frowned.

"You're right it isn't." I said sharply holding the girls close behind me. He paused in front of me and glared before walking out. I just watched him leave before closing my eyes in relief and turning to the girls asking if they were alright. My mind was all over the place. How did I even get involved in this? I made sure the students got out before moving to my car and driving off. I didn't care about the dinner with other staff members. I just wanted to get home and lock my doors. Even though, I felt mildly safe in my home, I realized that I was completely alone.

I wasn't sure if this was the right choice, but I decided to head to the hospital and see Tara. It would put my mind at ease to just be around someone. I parked in the parking lot and just sat there for a little bit. I took hard painful breaths as I realized that I could have been shot down right there in my own classroom. I closed my eyes feeling my face shake and tears about to fall. But I held it together and got out of my car and headed inside. I went to the front desk and asked for her.

"She's in surgery right now. But I will let her know you are here once she's done." the receptionist told. I didn't even know how long that would be and I felt my stress level rising.

"Fine." I replied before going down the hall to look for the bathroom. I needed to wash some water over my face. Once I found it. I moved to open the door only for someone to come out of it and who I saw surprised me.

"Gemma?" I asked. She looked up at me started, her face was bruised, and I was immediately concerned. "Oh my god, what happened?" She immediately shook her head as she stepped outside the bathroom.

"Nothing, I'm fine. I… got into a car accident last night." she said.

"Is Clay alright?" I asked and she shook her head.

"He wasn't with me. I just have some cuts and bruises, but I'm alright." she said waiving me off and I nodded some. She must be here to see the doctor because of it.

"Do you need anything?" I asked, and she shook her head. Her eyes showed exhaustion and pain.

"No. I'm fine. Thank you." she said before looking me over. "What are you doing here?" I bit the side of my lip and looked away feeling anxiety growing in me.

"Um, I'm here for Tara." I said lowly.

"Are you alright?" she asked mirroring my concern for her. I shrugged some.

"I'm fine. Just needed to talk to her." I replied. She looked me over some, and I could tell she was trying to figure me out.

"Okay, well if you need anything let me know?" she said, and I nodded and smiled a bit.

"I will, thanks." I replied, and we gave each other nods before separating. I think we could both tell that something was wrong in the other but were too into our own issues to truly do something about it. Once I pulled myself together, I went back into the waiting room and waited. I was there for an hour and a half before I saw her, and boy was I filled with emotions. So much, that I hugged her the second I saw her, tears flowing down my face.

"Meera, what happened?" she asked wrapping her arms around me. I couldn't tell her here. I pulled back and looked around.

"Is there somewhere we can talk?" I asked and she nodded and led me down the hall and to the church room they had here. We sat down in the middle row and Tara looked at me with grave concern.

"Meera, what's wrong? I've never seen you this shaken before." she said and I sighed some.

"That guy who came around to the party last night came back to the school today. He wanted to know what gangs of color that Clay and the club sold to." I replied, and she turned to me more.

"But you don't know about their… business with other club members." she said and I nodded.

"You think a white supremacist who lives and breathes hatred cares about that? He saw me at the party and that was enough to think I associate with them." I replied.

"Did he threaten you?" she finally asked, and I winced some and looked at her and nodded slowly.

"Yeah. He pulled a gun on me." I replied, already feeling sick to my stomach just repeating it. Tara's eyes widened, and she shook her head standing up some.

"Meera, we need to call Jax and let them know." she said. My stomach formed a fist at her words and I stood up quickly.

"No you can't!" I snapped. She looked at me stunned.

"We have to do something! Look I don't like getting involved with them either, but they can handle it." she said. I shook my head.

"I am not a part of that club." I replied and she nodded.

"In some way you are. You're involved with Happy so that makes you involved." she said and I scoffed. Screwing around didn't mean anything.

"He and I are just fucking. I can get the police involved." I argued, and she gave me a look of skepticism.

"And what will that do, bring that gang down harder on you! I may not know much about SAMCRO's business, but this is dangerous. Guys like this don't mess around. I don't want you to get hurt." she said. I placed my hand on my forehead and just sniffled not knowing what to do. This was not settling back into normal living. God this was all so fucked up. I honestly didn't see any more of an option. I lived by myself, if I got the police involved it could put me in more danger.

AJ Weston knows where I work and in a small area like this, he could easily find out where I lived. I shook my head at the ground before looking at Tara.

"I don't need any of this shit." I replied sadly. Tara nodded.

"Maybe they can handle this situation discreetly without getting you involved. If you're worried you can stay at my place for a few nights while this blows over." she offered. I nodded thinking that may be a good idea.

"I may just take you up on that." I replied, and she nodded.

"You should call Happy and let him know what happened." she replied pulling out her phone. I shook my head.

"I don't have his number. We aren't close like that." I replied. She looked at me with disappointment.

"Meera…"

"What? I am not trying to get involved with him. Hello, I know he still fucks other girls when I'm not around. I don't want to deal with the stress of getting attached." I replied before feeling my phone vibrate. It was Mark. "My coworker Mark is calling."

"There's a Mark now?" Tara asked, and I scoffed.

"He's just a coworker mad because I skipped out on dinner. Look I got to go. I'll call you if I need anything." I replied not really realizing what I had just said.

"Is he that handsome science teacher?" I shrugged and nodded.

"Yeah." I replied. She nodded, and we parted.

Normal POV

Tara had been thinking of her friend all day, concerned for her safety that she was basically attacked at work. She herself knew that getting involved with Jax would be trouble and she thought she could keep her distance, but she couldn't. She would be sucked right back into his world whether she liked it or not. But you can't fight feelings right. She wasn't a fool though, she could see Meera trying to fight her feelings for Happy. And it hurt her to think their sex was meaningless. But she planned to find out the extent of their relationship.

She arrived at Teller-Morrow's garage and walked inside. Jax and some of his club mates were just exiting the back room when he saw her. He gave his usual warm smile and smile, and she returned it as the two approached each other sharing a soft kiss.

"Hey. Did you talk to Clay?" she asked and Jax nodded.

"Don't worry we're going to handle it." he said, and Tara nodded relieved by that before seeing Happy exiting the room laughing with Tig and Bobby about something. She walked around Jax and moved over to Happy who jumped not expecting her petite form to be before him.

"Happy I really think you and Meera should talk." she said. Happy looked her over confused.

"What are you talking about?" he asked gruffly.

"If you don't have plans to take your relationship to the next level with her, you need to end things with her." she said and Happy scoffed, not taking her seriously at all.

"Oh so now you're a love doctor now?" he asked. Jax leaned over the bar watching with amusement. Tara placed her hand on her hips.

"I don't want to see either of you hurt." she said.

"Look she and I are just fine. She knows what I'm about and she's cool with it." he said walking around her, a sign their conversation was over. Happy knew a lot of their business when it involved fucking was unspoken. They both used protection, he can fuck who he wants, she can fool around with who she wants as long as he knows who it was. There was nothing to discuss.

Tara nodded innocently.

"Okay. So you you're cool with her going on a date with one of her coworkers?" she asked. Happy slowed his walking and looked up in thought for a second before waving her off.

"Like I said she can fool around with whoever she wants." he said and Tara nodded once more.

"That's good to know. Glad you're so concerned about that racist asshole who pulled a gun on her earlier today. I said she could come stay at my place until this mess blows over, but who knows, she may go stay with her coworker Mark and feel the comfort of his embrace." she said.

Happy paused once more and turned slowly and shot her a glare. Even though Tara was intimidated by him and knew just how crazy and unpredictable the Tacoma Killer was, she cared for Meera way more and his glare was enough to show Tara he cared about her, he just refused to let that side out. She smiled warmly.

"Maybe you should stop by her place and put her mind at ease." she offered before moving up to Jax and kissing his cheek.

"Thank you for helping her." she said. Jax caressed her cheek.

"It's all good. Those assholes threatened SAMCRO and they're gonna get what's coming to them." he said with a serious tone. Meanwhile, Happy had his keys in hand and moving over to his bike. His first thought was heading over to Meera's house to make sure she's okay. His second thought was trying to find out who the fuck Mark was.