Song title- "The Whistler" by The White Buffalo

Flashback chapter! Enjoy :)

CHAPTER 7

Before I go ham on this cunt of an excuse for a mother, let me explain how we met...

FLASHBACK

Jax told me everything about his baby mama, Wendy. If you ask me, I would have killed her myself had I known her way back then. How could you even think about taking drugs like that? And you're pregnant?! She needed her ass kicked.

At least Gemma tried to take her out.

I was on my way to pick Abel up from daycare and visit my cousin, Nia. She worked in St. Thomas as a pediatric surgeon. She actually helped assist in Abel's surgery when he was first born.

Jax told me he would meet us here.

But as I turn the corner in the direction of his daycare, I see Abel and Wendy digging into the vending machine.

I instantly stop and watch them in shock before I hear little man's voice.

"Lani!" Abel shouts out his nickname for me. He runs over hugging my legs while I give her a death glare.

She stands up from her crouched position by the machine and clears her throat. "What are you doing here?" I question her. She raises her eyebrows and replies, "Excuse me? Do I even know you?"

I laugh and push Abel behind me slightly. I tilt his head up, rubbing his blond hair and ask, "Sweetie you remember where my friend's office is just around the corner?" He nods his head while I tell him to go there and wait for me.

He runs off but not before we hear a gruff, "ABEL!" from Jax.

I ignore him completely and walk up to Wendy. Stalking my prey more like.

"Listen, you fucking junky whore," I whisper in a menacing voice.

She rolls her eyes knowing I purposely used Gemma's words.

"I know all about you and what you did to that little boy. So if you don't want your ass laid out on this floor in a minute, I suggest you leave this fucking hospital now," I fake smiled.

She frowned and we both turned around when Jax walked up with Abel in his arms.

She looked like she was gonna explain herself before Jax cut her off mid sentence.

"What are you doin' here?" He growls out. "Baby, don't start-" I began.

She arches her eyebrow even higher when she hears me call Jax that name.

"No! I asked her a question," he persists. Abel makes a face and lowers his head on his daddy's shoulder to hide.

"I just wanted to see him. As friends!" she quickly states that last part.

"We're not doing this here," he says while she protests. "Outside!" he grumbles again, cutting her off.

"Here babe," I say and grab Abel so we could leave. He doesn't need to see them arguing any longer.

LATER THAT NIGHT

Jax and I were in the dorm room talking about what happened earlier at St. Thomas.

He was pacing back and forth while I sat on the couch. I got up and tried to reason with him and calm him down.

"Why the fuck was she there?" he asks himself mostly. I breathe out deeply.

I knew why but I didn't know how to tell Jax why. Earlier that day I heard Gemma talking with Wendy about how she wants to be in Abel's life and possibly have custody over him. She thinks Jax is an unfit parent and wants to prove it in court.

I snickered at that part when I was eavesdropping. Unfit my ass, I shook my head.

She had no right to seek custody for that child with all the bullshit she put him through before he was even born!

She disgusts me.

"Jackson, sit down please," I try to console him. "No, baby. She's here for something. She has a motive, trust me on this," he firmly says.

I put my head in my hands and mumble, "I know why."

He keeps talking to himself about all the possibilities why she showed up today. But then he finally comprehends what I said.

"What?" he turns around.

I look up at him before talking again.

"I overheard your mother and Wendy talking today.. Wendy was saying that she wants to be back in Abel's life because you're an unfit parent. And she wants custody over him too," I drop the bomb.

"Really? ...we'll see about that," he states before Bobby knocks on the door.

Meanwhile, Gemma is trying to comfort and talk with Clay like old times before his ink is blacked out.

"Yeah!" Jax sighs. "It's time, brother," Bobby lets him know.

"Shit," I say in realization that this is happening.

"I'll be at your house later tonight," he walks up and kisses me roughly. I kiss him back just as hard.

"I love you," I let him know. I caress his beard while looking into his ocean blue eyes.

"I love you too, darlin'," he states before walking out to the garage. I watch him swagger away as he leaves.

This time is different

It's not like the times before I crossed my heart, that I won't kill no more

Jesus watch over me, keep my anger at home

You better bless these wicked hands, cause they got a mind of their own

Don't go downtown

Devil whispers in my ear, "It's time your your curtain call."

So I dress myself on up with alcohol Step aside, step aside, oh let the whistler through

There really ain't no help at all for folks like me and you

Don't go downtown

Don't go downtown

Everyone gathers around the garage while Clay sits down.

Happy gathers his supplies up and starts inking right away.

The black ink looks like a thin layer of tar on Clay's skin as he sits emotionless.

Jax stands there with arms folded, grimacing.

This time is different

It's not like the times before I crossed my heart,

that I won't kill no more...