Would you look at that! I finally updated this story! I've had the chapter almost finished for a long time, but then I just put it in the "do it later" pile, and then I never got around to finish it.
But here it is! The next chapter of Sophie and Jax's story.
I do not own "SOA" only my OC.
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A cab stopped outside the sheriff's office. Deputy Hale glanced over at it as he made his way towards the station. He really couldn't be bothered about it.
"Officer!" A man called for him.
"Yes?" Hale answered with a question.
"Agent Kohn, A.T.F., Chicago Three division." The man told him.
"Deputy Chief Hale." Hale said, presenting himself. "What brings you here?"
"Been working on an interstate weapons case. Outlaw crew in your town may be involved… Sons of Anarchy?" Agent Kohn said and Hale couldn't stop the smug smile forming on his face.
"Welcome to Charming." Hale said, as he showed the agent into the station. Things just got interesting.
Jax was feeling as if he was on the edge, his skin was crawling. Maybe out of guilt, but he couldn't seem to calm down. He wanted things to go away quickly, and tried his best to bury himself with work. Jax stood in the auto shop, talking to Clay about a bike, at the same time Tig pulled up, giving them bad news.
Someone from A.T.F had just arrived in town, and that was bad news for them.
"We've taken every precaution to stay out of A.T.F's crosshairs." Clay told them. "No buts, no investigations for five years. We don't know this guy is here for us."
"Hale flagged Bluebird as our gun warehouse." Jax said, trying not to seem affected about everything that's happening around him. "He's pissed off we made Unser crush the case, and he called in the feds. I think it's gotta be about us."
"Be my guess." Bobby agreed.
"And we got a garage full of 25 to life." Tig added.
"Any legit place we store those guns is a straight line back to us."
"Can't Rosen get us some storage short term?" Bobby asked.
"He's killing Bluebird, man. He's setting up a dummy corp. It takes a few weeks." Clay told him.
"We got that call for Jury last week. Mayans pressing the Devil's Tribe to pay a vig… to keep running book and pussy out of Nevada." Jax said, looking at Clay. "Look. Maybe I do head to Indian Hills, offer Jury some advice. He offers our AKs a safe house."
"No. No. That's a risky ride, brother." Juice said, not agreeing with this at all. "Northern Nevada is Mayan territory. They're still looking to settle the score from our little raid."
"The Mayans know that the Tribe's a brother club. Part of asking for that vig is about shitting on us." Bobby said, taking a drag of his cigarette. "They knew Jury would call. "They're going to be watching."
"That's what I'm saying. That's why just me and you go, under the radar." Jax told Bobby. "We'll bring the guns in the same way."
"And you think you can bring Jury on board?" Clay asked.
"Shit. My dad saved his ass in Tây Ninh. He owes the Tellers a chit. Look man, we're not gonna go cowboy. I promise." Jax said when he saw the frown on Clay's face.
"Promise." Bobby mocked beside him.
"Low profile. I don't want wetbacks knowing we crossed into N.V. They pull this off, I want you and Juice driving the barrels." Clay told Tig.
"Done. We'll need something big though." Tig said.
"I can talk to Sophie. I know they have a huge van for when they go out to promote fundraisers and shit. That may just give you a lower profile." Piney said, knowing that it would be the least Sophie would do for them and it would be a good time for Piney to talk to his daughter.
Sophie's p.o.v
"I love you."
That's what I told Jax, and I meant it from the bottom of my heart.
That was almost a week ago, and he's been distant ever since. I've tried calling him and showing up at the Club house. But he's always busy or, he's not there. Did I scare him off by stating my feelings too early?
I don't want to be this clingy woman, but he's making me so confused. He tells me he wants to do things right, but then again… Why would he freak out?
I was just about to walk out the door, when I heard a bike pull up into my driveway. I was hoping it would be Jax but sadly, it was my father. Don't get me wrong, I love my father.
"Hey. What are you doing here at this hour?" I asked as dad stopped his bike.
"Do I need a reason to visit my only daughter?" My dad asked, kissing my cheek.
"Well, when you're here before ten in the morning, then yes." I said with a grin.
"I just wanted to see how you were. I know you've been having a rough time with Jax lately." Dad said and I could feel the smile vanish from my face.
"I'm not sure what's going on to be honest." I said exhaling deeply. "I was stupid enough to say some stuff he clearly wasn't ready for. I haven't heard from him in a week. But that's on me, right?"
My dad looked at me as if he didn't understand what I was talking about.
"What the hell happened between the two of you? I thought you were at a good place?" My dad asked me.
"I thought so too, but he freaked out." I said, with a sigh. "What's wrong with you men?"
"Oh, you don't want to look under that rock, sweetheart." Dad said, making me laugh.
"So, what do you need?" I asked him, knowing he just didn't come to check up on me.
"I need to borrow the company van for a run." Dad answered and I knew what that meant. He needed it for the guns.
"Dad, you know how it can hurt my company if you're caught." I started to say.
"Yes, I know, but by driving your van, it's the ultimate way for us not to get caught. I promise we'll be careful with it." Dad said, and he did make a point. By using the van, they could move more freely. I sighed and walked back into the house to get my purse. I always had a spare key with me at all times.
"The things I do for you." I said, handing him the key. "And tell Tig that if he damages my van, I will personally castrate him with my razor."
"I'll make sure he gets the message. Thanks, sweetheart." Dad said and kissed my cheek. "And I'll tell Jax to get his head out of his ass."
I watched as my dad drove away on his bike. I decided then and there, I would not think about Jax today. I got into my car, ready to get to work, when I couldn't get the engine running.
"Come on, stupid piece of shit!" I hissed at my car, and just like she always does when I talk to it, the moody cow came to life. I prayed that it would stay alive until I reached the Auto shop.
Today was not the greatest day for me. It was as if it was mocking me.
I drove my car into the lot, seeing the guys getting ready for wherever they were going, and I hope I didn't run into Jax.
Chibs came out of the garage, when he heard my car backfired.
"Shit, Sophie. What's wrong with her?" Chibs asked as I jumped out of it.
"Well, I was stupid to think that after 14 years, she would still run as smooth as she used to." I said, petting the hood of my 1969 Chevrolet Camaro.
Chibs wrapped his arm around me.
"Let me see what I can do, Princess." Chibs told me and I felt safe.
"Thank you. Any chance I could borrow a car?" I asked, knowing I needed to get to work.
"Let's go to the office and check." Chibs said, ushering me towards the office. Just as I walked through the door, I saw Jax coming out of the Clubhouse. I had to pry my eyes away from him, not wanting him to notice me.
"Everything all right, Princess?" Chibs asked me.
"Yeah. Or, I don't know. Everything's a mess." I said honestly. "And by mess, I mean Jax."
"What the fuck happened?"
"I don't know. He freaked out, I guess." I said with a shrug.
"Fuck me. That boy will never learn." Chibs said, shaking his head. It was good to know I had Uncle Chibs to talk to.
"Yeah? I think I went a little overboard." I told him honestly. Chibs kept on looking for the keys to the spare car, but he couldn't find it. But I found it funny that he kept on cursing, trying to find it.
Another car pulled up, and it hurts, seeing Jax practically running up to it, seeing that it was Tara stepping out of it. He would talk to her, but not to me. That bastard.
"Sorry kiddo. I can't seem to find the keys." Chibs said in frustration.
"That's okay. I see Gemma pulling into the parking lot. I can just ask her for a ride to work." I said with a shrug. "Thanks anyway, Uncle Chibs."
Gemma was on her towards the office when she finally saw me.
"Hey, Sweetheart. What are you doing here?" Mama Gem asked, giving me a kiss on the cheek.
"I was going to work, when Carla was acting like a bitch again." I answered, pointing towards my car.
"I'm sorry, Sweetie. I know how much you love that car." Gemma said. She was the one who gave it to me, as a gift for passing my driver's license.
"Any chance you could give me a ride to work?" I asked hopefully.
"I would love to, but Jax asked me to give Tara a ride to work as well. Do you think that you'll be able to survive in the same car as her?" Gemma told me. I would rather not sit in the same car as her, but I was desperate.
"No, that's okay." I told her, swallowing my pride. "I'll meet you out at the truck."
I started walking over to Gemma's truck, wanting nothing more than to get the hell away from here.
Gemma didn't waste that much time, and walked over to me with Clay. They were talking about something, and gave each other a kiss.
"Ready to go?" Gemma asked me, and I just nodded. Tara didn't say anything, not knowing how to act at all.
"Sophie!" I heard someone yelled behind me, and I froze, knowing it was Jax.
"Hi." I said, trying to sound confident.
"Hey, darling. Look, I really think that we should talk about what happened." Jax said, not meeting my eyes.
"I'll say…" I responded in a huff. "Jax, I've been trying to talk to you all week, but you've not shown any interest to wanting to talk to me."
"I know I've been distant, but, you know me, Sophie. I don't know what I can tell you." Jax told me. "We can sit down and talk when I come back."
"That's the thing, Jax. I feel like I don't know you anymore. You should use this run to think about what you want. If not, then don't bother come knocking on my door when you get back. Because then, we would be over." I said, before jumping into the car.
Jax only stood there, looking at me, and I could finally see fear in his eyes. It's good to know that the fear of losing me, gave him that look.
Gemma looked at me, knowing that her son was a prick.
"Are you ready sweetheart?" Gemma asked me, and I just smiled.
"Of course, Mama Gem." I said, smiling the best that I could. We watched as Jax and Bobby drove off on their bikes. It was good to know that Jax would think about this, but I didn't feel that safe.
"Hey, Doc! You need to sign these!" We heard Kip yell from behind us. Tara walked up to him, dumb enough to leave her purse in Gemma's car. Gemma doesn't have that natural respect for privacy and dived head first into Tara's purse.
"Gemma, what the fuck are you doing?" I asked under a hush voice.
"Why the hell would that little pussy need a gun?" Gemma asked me, showing me a small handgun. It surprised me too, but now was not the time to try answering those questions.
"Put it back before she notices what you're doing." I hissed at her, as Tara walked back towards the car.
"Mind if I smoke?" Gemma asked Tara, acting as if nothing had just happened.
"And if I'd said yes?" Tara asked, implying that Gemma wouldn't have given a fuck either way.
"Right." Gemma said and drove off.
Third Person p.o.v
Jax didn't like it at all… Knowing that Sophie was mad at him, and that she made him chose between him, made him want to work a little harder on what to do next. He didn't want to lose Sophie, but the fact that she said, "I love you" too soon, really freaked him out for some reason. He didn't know why he freaked out. He loved her, but the fact that she said it first, freaked him out.
The ride with Bobby, was done in silence, and that's exactly what he needed. Or that's what he hoped he needed. In the distance, something caught Jax's eye.
"What do we got?" Bobby yelled over the wind.
"Mayans." Jax confirmed.
"So much for low profile." Bobby said sarcastically. One of the Mayans drew his gun, but had to move out of the way at the last second. Jax and Bobby sped up a little, as three of the Mayans turned and followed them.
"Two on three?" Jax suggested, as they tried to decide what to do. Bobby only nodded and they simply stopped their bikes rather quickly, and the Mayans couldn't stop in time and ended up in front of them. Both Jax and Bobby drew their guns, and fired of a few shots. The Mayans hauled ass out of there, trying to not get hit.
It did the trick, and the Mayans fled the scene.
Bobby and Jax, stopped at an old gas station, to get some food and something to drink. Jax used this as an opportunity to call Clay, to tell him about their meeting with the Mayans. He was not happy about the outcome about that conversation, and decided to call Sophie, just to hear her voice.
"What do you want, Jax?"
"I just want to talk to you darling. Is that a crime?"
"It is, when I told you that you should use this run to think about what you want. It doesn't seem as if you've been thinking that hard."
"Jesus Christ, Sophie. I can't even talk to you, when I'm going through this shit Clay pulled off?"
"Of course, you can, but this isn't working. I told you that I loved you, and you just ignored me. You hurt my feelings, and it made me feel guilty because I feel that I pushed you. I really want you to think about this, and in order for you to do that, I don't want you to call me, and I don't want to talk to you. I don't want you to say it back to me, just because it's what I want to hear, I need you to mean it. I've gotta go."
Before Jax had the chance to say anything else, Sophie hung up on him. He hated that she felt like this, but for the most part, he was angry. Why would she have to put him on the spot like that? It pissed him off, and he felt trapped.
"Shit!" He exclaimed, wanting to throw the phone against the wall in frustration. He felt cornered and needed to somehow claw his way out of this shit. Sophie was being unreasonable. Yes, in his head, Sophie was unreasonable for asking this of him, for telling him something he wasn't ready to deal with.
Jax joined Bobby back to their bikes, only to find someone standing there, and this was not the time to piss Jax off.
A guy was sitting on his bike, and a girl tried to take a picture.
"Are you an idiot, take the picture." The man said to the girl, and it angered Jax that someone would talk to a woman like that.
"Here, let me do it." Jax offered, noticing that the girl had a busted lip.
"Holy shit. I told him not to sit on your bike." The girl rushed out. Feeling embarrassed for being caught.
"That's all right." Jax assured her, before turning to her boyfriend. "You look like a guy knows how to get his way. You do that to her lip?"
"Bitch has a mouth on her, you know?" The man said, trying to act cool.
"Sure, I get it. So, you like Harleys, huh?" Jax asked him.
"Yeah, they look good. But I'm way into the slant bikes for their speed, you know."
"Right, right. All right, say cheese." Jax said and took the picture, before handing the phone over to Bobby.
"That was before…" Bobby said with a sigh.
"Before?"
Jax used his helmet to punch the guy off his bike, and he used all his strength and anger behind the punch, making the guy fall to the ground.
"Don't ever sit on another man's bike, asshole." Jax hissed at him.
"Holy shit!" The girl exclaimed.
"Shut up, bitch!" The guy yelled, making Bobby see red, and kicked him in the stomach.
"A little respect for the fairer sex." Bobby said, snapping another picture of him. "That's after."
Jax hopped onto his bike, looking at the girl standing there, her mind completely blown. Jax looked at her, and she felt just opposite of what Sophie did, and right now, he needed something else to think about.
"Where you headed?" Jax asked her.
"Uh, no place special." She said with a blush, and Jax knew it would be no problem to rope her in.
"Me too." Jax said with that compelling smile of his.
"I'm Susie." She told him.
"I'm Jax."
"And I'm nauseated." Bobby thought to himself, not wanting them to hear him. Bobby knew that this shit would backfire, and the only one hurting, would be Sophie.
As they drove off, they failed to see the man following them, taking their pictures as they drove down the road.
Sophie's p.o.v
Mama Gem dropped me off at work, and I was met with my secretary immediately.
"Thank God you're here, Sophie! It's been hell here without you." Martha said, handing me some messages.
"After the scandal at Fun Town, some of our investors for the upcoming charity is demanding your time, or they will pull their funding. You need to talk to them, or we're in deep shit." Martha said, and it still surprised me that a woman well up in her 50's to have a mouth like a sailor.
"Good morning to you too, Martha." I said going through the messages. "I will give him them a call as soon as I get to my office."
"There's no need. They're on their way here now." Martha told me.
"Fuck me sideways." I exclaimed. "All right, this will take me all day, so make sure not to make any other appointments for me. Unless it's the hospital. Jax is out of town, and if there's something wrong or something they want to discuss, they're calling me." I said, and speak of the devil, Jax is calling me right now. It's strange that the business part of me, can be professional, harsh, and strong, but when it comes to Jax Teller, I crumble like a piece of shit.
"What do you want, Jax?"
"I just want to talk to you darling. Is that a crime?"
"It is, when I told you that you should use this run to think about what you want. It doesn't seem as if you've been thinking that hard."
"Jesus Christ, Sophie. I can't even talk to you, when I'm going through this shit Clay pulled off?"
"Of course, you can, but this isn't working. I told you that I loved you, and you just ignored me. You hurt my feelings, and it made me feel guilty because I feel that I pushed you. I really want you to think about this, and in order for you to do that, I don't want you to call me, and I don't want to talk to you. I don't want you to say it back to me, just because it's what I want to hear, I need you to mean it. I've gotta go. I have work to do."
I hung up the phone, knowing that I could not handle this at all. I wanted to say that everything was going to be okay, that I didn't care that he couldn't figure out how to respond to something so easily as 'I love you.'
A knock on my door, interrupted my thinking.
"Ms. Winston. The investors are here." Martha said, poking her head through the door.
"Fuck." I cursed under my breath. "Okay, send them in."
Martha nodded and opened the door wide. What I didn't expect, was for Martha to screw me over.
"Special delivery for the prettiest girl in Charming." A man with a husky voice, said. And it's a voice I would recognize anywhere.
The man in front of me, was covered in tattoos, he had that special aura that made you go into defense mode right away. Like he screamed danger and death. He was deadly, but not to me. The man in front of me, has been here practically all my life. He was like an extra uncle for me.
"What are you doing here, Happy?" I exclaimed, jumping up to greet him. Happy was one of the Sons from Tacoma. He and I, always got along. He was a tough man, but for some reason, he always had a soft spot for me.
"I was passing through, and Tig called me, saying they needed me on this run, and there's no way that I would pass through town without seeing my girl." Happy said, practically spinning me around in his arms.
"It's so good to see you, Hap. How you been, how's nana?" I asked handing him a coffee. Nana is Happy's mother. She's a sweet older woman, who Happy brought me to see when I grew up. She's been battling cancer for a few years, and Happy does everything for her. See… sweet guy at heart.
"She's alive and kicking. Sometimes, I forget that she's sick, because she's stubborn bastard that never knows when to back down. I mean, I'm a grown man, and still, she's forcing me to eat my fucking vegetables." Happy growled and I couldn't help but laugh.
"You should know that your mother is nothing to mess with… she's tougher than you, and that's saying a lot." I said shaking my head, trying my best not roll my eyes.
"So, I heard a rumor that you've been getting cozy with our VP." Happy said, and it turned my smile upside down.
"Yeah… I wish that I could tell you that, but… I guess I was wrong." I said with a sigh.
"Why? What did the fucker do now?" Happy asked, getting a little worked up.
"No! It was me, really." I found this urge to protect Jax. "I kind of told him that I loved him a little too soon, and he freaked out and now I think that I've lost my chance of ever being with him."
"So, Jax, the boy who have loved you since you were kids, freaked out because he got scared that shit just got real?" Happy asked, and I just let out a sigh.
"I should have known better than to push him, and now, I fear I've fucked up completely. He called me just now, and wanted to talk to me. But I told him that he should use this run to think about what he wants, and if that wasn't with me, then he should not show up on my doorstep when he gets back." I said.
"Well, when I see him later, I will knock some sense into him, making sure he makes the right choice. If not, I will personally kick his ass." Happy said. It was so nice having someone like his here. "No one hurts my Sophie, and get away with it."
It's no wonder why I loved this man. He was on my top five people of the ones I loved the most in this world, sadly only beaten by my father, Opie, Jax and Chibs. But I could always count on Happy. He was my best friend aside from Jax.
"Please don't make a big deal out of this. Whatever happens between me and Jax, stays between me and Jax. Even though I love you for caring." I told him, giving him a hug.
"I love you too, princess. Now, I would love to stay and chat, but I need to get going before Tig goes mad. We should get going soon." Happy said, kissing my head. "I'm proud of you, kiddo, and I want you to have your happy ending."
Happy walked out of my office, and I couldn't help but smile. He looked so scary to everyone else, but he was a good guy, a guy you could count on. Unless you pissed him off.
Now, I just had to push Jax and everything that's going on, out of my mind, and give my job the best, and not let it ruin my day…even though I would rather curl up into a ball and die.
Third Person p.o.v
Jax and Bobby finally reached Indian Hills, but not alone. Susie was still with them, and somehow, Jax managed to push Sophie in the back of his mind.
"Just don't ask any questions, okay? I'll let them know you're with me." Jax told her and kissed her. The nagging feeling came back. Those lips weren't right, it didn't feel right at all, but this is what he wanted to do.
"Jesus!" Bobby exclaimed under his breath. Thinking how bad this would end if Sophie ever found out about this.
"You know, you are the James T. Kirk of the M.C world." Bobby said, shaking his head.
"Going where no man has gone before." Jax said with a grin.
"Let me tell you, brother. I think every man's gone there before." Bobby said, referring to Susie.
"Jackson Teller!" A man yelled as he opened the door.
"Uncle Jury!" Jax exclaimed and gave him a hug.
"You guys remember Bobby." Jax introduced. Jury looked at Susie and thought she was someone else.
"Don't tell me this is little Sophie Winston?" Jury said, and everything became awkward.
"No, man. This is not Sophie. She had to work, man." Jax said, hoping he would accept that answer. Jury only shrugged his shoulders and walked inside the clubhouse again.
"M.C royalty in the house, folks. Jax Teller and Bobby Elvis of the Sons." Jury introduced, and everyone cheered to greet them in the way they deserved. "Let's make them feel at home."
Jax left Susie to talk to Jury, and he had the biggest smile on his face.
"I assume that's not your old lady." Jury said, only for his ears.
"No. I picked her up at the border. Just a little doe in the headlights." Jax said with a smile on his face. Jury never thought it would come to this, not after he last spoke to his mother a few weeks ago, over the phone.
"Cherry. This honey's with Jax. Show her the ropes, darling." Jury told a little petit brunette.
"Sure thing. Come on, sweetheart." Cherry said, and brought Susie with her. Jury turned towards Jax again, really making his voice low this time.
"I thought you were all over Sophie Winston. Last I heard." Jury said, making Jax posture change completely.
"Well, I needed a break from that." Jax said, trying to play cool, even though his mind was screaming for him to get his ass back to Charming. Jury understood that it was no point in dwelling on this, and let it go for now. Instead, they decided to catch up with each other over a drink.
"Started the sports book with the escorts and strip clubs. First stop over the border." Jury told him.
"Must be churning some serious cash." Jax stated. "Got the Mayans circling for percentage."
"They're jamming me up, Jax. If I don't pay the Mexican's they turn my business inside out. If I kick a vig up to them, I disrespect you guys." Jury answered.
"Tribe attracts a good membership."
"Eighteen. Real good boys."
"Still get along with local law?" Jax asked him.
"Douglas County? Sheriff likes the girls." Jury said with a smirk.
"Right."
"So how are you going to handle the Mayans?" Jury asked.
"We're hoping actually maybe you could help us out with the problem." Jax said hopefully.
"Sure."
"Got a garage full of AK-47s. Need a place to assemble and store them till we find a buyer. It's a temporary thing."
"Got a strip club out on 95. Huge basement. Private." Jury offered.
"Sounds perfect. I appreciate it." Jax said gratefully.
"You'll talk to Clay? Let me know how to handle this Mayan thing?" Jury said, looking for confirmation.
"You can talk to him yourself. He's on his way." Jax told him.
"Clay's coming out?"
"Yup. It's about the future, Jury."
"Future of what?"
"The Tribe." Jax said.
"Jesus, Jax. Patch over?" Jury exclaimed.
"It's time, Jury. This whole idea is blowing up. We don't patch you over, Mayans will run right through you." Jax tried to explain to him, making him understand how serious it really is. "We get a foothold in Nevada. You get status to protect your business. Best move for both clubs."
"A lot of my guys aren't SAMCROW." Jury argued.
"The ones that are cut out for it to make it. Others will fall off." Jax said, being reasonable.
"I'm not a young guy anymore either, Jax. I don't know how much outlaw I got left in me." Jury said.
"You'll do fine, Jury." Jax assured him, hoping this would work.
Sophie's p.o.v
After spending several hours at my office, talking to investors, and having meetings with the volunteers for the fundraiser in a few weeks, I finally needed a break. I decided to go out and take a coffee, when I suddenly had this urge to go and see Able. I haven't seen him in a few days, and it hurts psychologically that I haven't seen him. I feel like a mother abandoning her child. I packed up my stuff, and headed over to the hospital. Luckily, it wasn't that much of a walk. The sun was shining, but I couldn't say it felt good. My mind quickly turned to Jax, and how I just wanted to pick up the phone and make everything better. I hadn't heard from him at all, and that was what I wanted… why didn't it feel better? I shook off the feeling as I entered St. Thomas Hospital. The nurses and doctors I walked by, greeted me with a smile, and it felt good. I walked passed the children's unit, were kids with different kind of diseases and injuries was, and they light up when I caught their eye. I liked it, I loved that I made a difference, a good difference in their otherwise fucked up life. Not that I used those words around the kids.
I walked towards Abel's room and I got even more excited, knowing he would be there. I looked at him through the window, and he's getting so big, and perfect. I felt a punch in my heart, knowing I hadn't been there for a few days, and I was glad that he was alone, with no Rosie, giving me advise. I opened the door and walked in carefully. It seemed as if he was sleeping and I didn't want to disturb him.
But when I saw his movements, I just knew that he was awake.
"Hi there, little man." I said softly and Abel just went crazy, but not in a bad way. He just needed me to know that he had missed me and struggled, as if he wanted to get closer to me. I quickly grabbed a pair of gloves and put my hands through those little holes in his incubator. The moment I touched him, Abel calmed down, wrapping his teeny, tiny hand around my finger.
"It's okay, little man. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere." I told him, and I know that it's crazy, but I think he understood me. I loved the feeling of Abel knowing who I am, and that he responded to me that way. It made me think that I could tell Abel anything.
"You know, Abel. Regardless what happens between your dad and me, I will always be there for you, no matter what. And I want you to know how much I love you." I whispered, feeling the need to do so.
I watched Abel fall asleep, and stayed with him for a few hours, already decided that I wasn't going back to the office. I placed my little office bear which I had cleaned properly, and placed it inside his incubator. It smelled like me, so maybe he would not get so worked up while I was away.
I wanted to talk to Gemma some more and took a cab to her house, seeing my car was still at the Auto Shop. I knocked once and headed on in. The house smelled like it always did. Tobacco and bird. I loved Gemma's bird, but they gave this weird smell sometimes. Elvis, as I like to call him, because of his taste in music, squealed when he saw me.
"Hi there, Elvis." I said, petting his head, as Gemma walked into the kitchen.
"Wow. You look like crap." She said, not sugarcoating anything.
"Yeah, I kinda feel like crap too." I said honestly. Gemma sighed and grabbed a few beers from the fridge.
"You want to talk about it?" Gemma asked me and I only nodded.
"Your son called me earlier today. Said he wanted to talk to me, but I just told him that he should just leave me alone, and think about what he really wants." I told her, lighting up a smoke. "And now, I feel as if I was stupid enough to let him get away."
"Well, you know how my son is. He's not thinking clearly, but I'm sure that he'll make the right decision in the end. I am sure that he'll come running down your door, telling you how much he loves you. Because you and I both know, he has loved you since the day you were born." Gemma said, and I wanted to believe her.
"I really hope he does, Mama Gem." I said swallowing my tears. Gemma could sense my disturbance, and brought out a familiar box.
"Why do you have you box of guns out?" I asked her.
"Because there's something bothering me about Tara's need for a gun. Why would she hide a traceable gun in her purse?" Gemma answered with a question.
"Because she's stupid?" I said, hating the fact that Gemma was too caught up in Tara.
Gemma looked at me in warning, but she knew that the only reason I was on edge, was because of Jax.
"What do you say to me calling Luann, and we do some drinking and talk shit and give advice like we used to do when you were 18?" Gemma suggested and I couldn't agree more. I really needed a girl's night. And what better way than to spend it with the two most outrageous women I know in this world.
Third Person p.o.v
Clay arrived at Iron Hills not too long after Jax's conversation with Jury, and they all had a meeting on how they wanted things to go down from here on out. It was a fair deal, if Jax could say so himself.
"Next time this gavel slams down… will be the last for the Devil's Tribe." Clay told them all. "History between our clubs. Jury and John Teller, were in the same platoon in Nam. Needle's brother's a 20-year member of our Fresno charter. We have a deep respect for each other. Now… it's time to become brothers. I know some of you look forward to wearing the reaper. Others of you are afraid of it. That's a choice each man will have to make."
Jax walked forward with a brand new cut, putting on display for the others to see.
"From this point on, we're family. Indian Hills, Nevada charter, Sons of Anarchy. Congratulation. It is my personal hope that every one of you wears this cut. I know you got a lot to talk about. I'll leave you to your business." Clay said and the already patched members, walked out of the clubhouse. Jax could not see the look Happy was giving him, and he didn't know that he had talked to Sophie. Happy decided to wait and see how this all planned out before going all cave man on his VP.
Jax and Clay sat outside, waiting for the decision to be made.
"How do you think this thing will play out?" Jax asked Clay, taking another drag on his cigarette.
"Half, maybe more will stay. And that pack will thin out once the Mayans come a-knocking. Which should be real soon."
"We can't leave these guys with no backup. Vegas can hang." Jax suggested.
"Indian Hills is gonna have to learn how to protect their ground." Clay told him. "Best way to thin out a herd."
"Herd's already pretty thin, Clay. I want to be here for Jury when shit goes down." Jax said.
"I ain't worried about Jury. He can handle himself." Clay said at the same time as the door to the clubhouse opened, and members of Jury's men backed out, mumbling, and swearing under their breaths.
"Looks like the vote's in, huh?" Clay said with a huff, no idea how this was going to end. Jax didn't know himself, but followed Clay back inside the clubhouse where the rest was waiting. Jury looked at them as if he was still deciding what to do, but Jax knew the answer already.
"We're in." Jury said, gaining cheers from the others around. But the Sons didn't have time for that right now, and got down to business, handing over the new cut to their new members. Just then, the crowd went wild and everyone celebrated the new age.
With alcohol, weed and women.
"Patch over party!" Someone yelled, and Happy knew that this was the moment to talk to his VP, mostly because of his conversation with Sophie earlier, but he got distracted from all the nice ladies at the party, and he told himself that he would do it tomorrow.
Sophie's p.o.v
I woke up early the next morning, surprisingly without a headache. But I wish I could say the same about Gemma and Luann. We had stayed up late, talking shit and given each other advice. Luann worked in the porn industry, and she had her fair share of stories and advice when it came to sex. I didn't feel the need to know more about sex, but let's face it, I was getting frustrated, and with Jax being away, I actually missed him and I wanted us to work this out. I wanted to do whatever it took to make things right again. I tiptoed out of the living room to go outside and take a cigarette and call Jax, just to tell him to come home to me when he returns to Charming.
It was no surprise that it went straight to voicemail. Maybe that was for the best, because I wasn't ready to hear his voice just yet.
"Hey.
Uhm. I'm sorry for calling you this early. You're probably still asleep. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for the things I said to you on the phone yesterday. You didn't deserve to have me lashing out on you when all you wanted to do was to talk to me.
I understand that we have problems we need to talk about, and I hope that you'll come by my house when you get back. I don't want to sound like a fucking school girl, but I can't stop thinking about what you decide to do, all I know, is that I don't want to lose you, just because I love you, because I do. So, get your sweet ass back to Charming, and I'll make it worth it. I'll leave the door unlocked.
Bye."
I hung up the phone and stomped my cigarette. Gemma and Luann still laid spread out on the floor and I knew they would be hungover when they finally woke up. So, I did the only thing I could think of, and started making breakfast for them. I made bacon and eggs, waffles and fresh pressed orange juice. I loved working in the kitchen, and deep down, I wanted to be a stay at home mom, and be a real housewife. Just not that desperate.
I could hear groans coming from the living room and I knew that the old bats of hell were about to wake up. I couldn't help myself, and decided to make it even worse for them. I grabbed a pot and a wooden spoon before going into the living room. I started banging the two items together, making a hell of a lot of noise.
"What the fuck, Sophie!" Luann yelled at the same time as Gemma.
"Wakey, wakey, eggs and bac-y!" I yelled still making 'music'.
"I will kill you with my bare hands!" Gemma growled, holding her head.
"I'm so sorry for the rude wakeup call, but breakfast is ready, and the coffee is freshly made." I said, trying to sound apologetic.
Gemma and Luann was thankful for me making them breakfast. It was still early and they really looked like shit, but we had things to do today.
Luann suddenly left the table because of a phone call, and I was alone with Gemma.
"I called Jax this morning." I said, taking a bite of bacon.
"No, shit." Gemma exclaimed. "What did my stupid son say?"
"He didn't answer, but I left a message on his phone for him to listen to when he wakes up." I answered with a sigh.
"What did you tell him?"
"I told him that I overreacted a little last night, and that I was willing to talk to him tonight when he comes home, and if he plays his cards right, I have some dirty lingerie waiting for him to be ripped off." I said with a smirk.
"Huh. I never thought that you where that kind of person, but I like it. I'm rooting for you to nail my son." Gemma said, and the only thing missing, was a high five.
"I really do hope my son doesn't screw things up with you, Sophie. I've been rooting for the two of you for almost 30 years. You're supposed to end up together." Gemma told me, and I loved it.
"By the way… I asked Luann for help, trying to figure out what Tara is hiding. I want to know if she's going to bring some shit into my town, dragging someone else down with her." Gemma said out of the blue.
"What? All this because she had a gun in her purse?" I asked suspiciously.
"After I dropped you off yesterday, I drove her home, and she told me she got it back in Chicago, that she lived in a rough neighborhood. And somehow, I just don't believe shit that comes out of her mouth." Gemma answered me.
"Has it ever occurred to you, that she may be telling the truth? Why insisting on her being dishonest." I asked, lighting up a cigarette.
"Because she's the biggest threat there is for you and Jax. She could destroy you, just like that." Gemma answered and I just shook my head, just as Luann came back.
"Hey, I gotta go. My guy finished his search, so I'll go over to him and see what he found." Luann said kissing both my cheek and Gemma's cheek.
I didn't want to admit that I wanted to know what Tara was hiding, because no matter how Jax feels about me, he feels something for Tara as well. I just don't know what she would've said if she knew that Jax lost his virginity with me. That no matter what, I'd like to believe we would always be special to one another.
"Let's get dressed and go to the Auto Shop. I bet that Tara's car is ready and we could be so sweet to deliver it to her." Gemma said, smiling widely.
Man… that woman is bat shit crazy. But I love her.
We drove into the yard, and it was already buzzing with life. As Gemma stopped the car, I noticed someone I haven't seen in a while. He was a dear friend of mine, but we haven't talked in some time. Gemma headed for the office and I walked over to the garage.
"Hey, Lowell." I said with a smile. Lowell was a sweet man, with serious problem. He had been battling with drug addiction for years But Lowell was always nice to me, and we've developed a friendship over the years.
"Hey, Sophie." Lowell said and I couldn't help but giving him a hug.
"How are you, how's Moby?" I asked, thinking about his son.
"We're good." Lowell told me, but I could tell that he was struggling. Before I could say anything else, Gemma joined us.
"Hey, Lowell? I need you to follow me in the tow truck back to Tara's place, her car is ready." Gemma told him and Lowell only nodded.
"Care to join me, sweetheart?" Gemma asked me, and I only nodded, knowing that I shouldn't let Gemma do this by herself. The woman was crazy enough to kill Tara without second thoughts about it.
"Do you mind if I talk to her alone?" Gemma asked me as we stopped outside Tara's house.
"Go right ahead. I wanted to talk some more with Lowell anyway." I answered, looking back at the tow truck pulling up next to us.
I jumped out of the car, and walked back to join Lowell.
"Aren't you joining Gemma?" He asked when I opened the door.
"No, I would rather catch up with you, if you don't mind." I answered with a smile, and Lowell actually looked relieved.
"So, Moby's doing good. He likes school and he really loved that gift you gave him for his birthday. He rides that bike everywhere." Lowell said, clearly proud of his son.
"That's great, Lowell. I'm glad to hear that." I said with a smile, knowing how hard it was for him, trying to raise his son.
"Yeah, and he likes to draw a lot. He don't see his mom too much, but hey, I'm real happy that Jax's kid's going to be okay. That's a blessing." Lowell said, and I found it sweet that he cared about that.
"Yeah, he's a true Teller at heart and I love his so much, that little boy has captured my heart. But what happened to Wendy should be a lesson for you, Lowell." I said sweetly.
"It is. I've been doing real good with my problems, Sophie, I promise you." Lowell told me and I knew that he was trying his best.
"I know, Lowell, I know." I said, reassuring him that I wasn't out to get him. "But know this: I consider you a friend and if you ever need it, a place to stay, someone to watch over Moby or if just need a break and need to get away getting some help, I'm your girl, okay?"
Lowell looked at him, and he didn't know what to say. He wasn't used to this, other than Clay giving him a break.
Third Person p.o.v
Jax woke up midday or something, his head was pounding from everything that happened yesterday. The first thought that dropped into his head, was Sophie and how whipped he had become, and on how much he wanted to go see her. He looked around the room only to find Susie in bed next to him, sleeping.
Jax stood up, trying to find his clothes, which was scattered all across the room. For some reason, his phone was under the bed. He saw he had a missed call and a voice message. Without checking the missed call, he listened to the message. His face fell as he finally heard her voice.
"Hey.
Uhm. I'm sorry for calling you this early. You're probably still asleep. I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for the things I said to you over the phone yesterday. You didn't deserve to have me lashing out on you when all you wanted to do was to talk to me.
I understand that we have problems we need to talk about, and I hope that you'll come by my house when you get back. I don't want to sound like a fucking school girl, but I can't stop thinking about what you decide to do, all I know, is that I don't want to lose you, just because I love you, because I do. So, get your sweet ass back to Charming, and I'll make it worth it. I'll leave the door unlocked.
Bye."
"Shit!" Jax exclaimed under his breath as he sat down on the bed again. Jax Teller wasn't the kind of guy to feel bad about something he did, unless it involved Sophie Winston. She was his kryptonite and she could easily bring him down if she wished on it. He felt so stupid for how he acted last night, and he never wanted her to know of this hurt that he knew would come from this, if she ever found out about it.
Normally, being a part of this world, meant: What happens on a run, stays on a run. But somehow, it didn't reply to Sophie. Jax couldn't live with it.
He felt disgusted with himself, and walked out of the room without even looking at the woman in his bed. He needed some time to think by himself.
Jax grabbed his bag, and ignored everyone as he made his way out of the clubhouse. He got on his bike, to go see one of the places his father had talked about in his book. He wanted to see what it was all about.
"The first time I read Emma Goldman wasn't in a book. I was 16, hiking near the Nevada border. The quote was painted on a wall in red. When I saw those words, it was like someone ripped them from the inside of my head."
"Anarchism stands for liberation of the human mind… from the dominion of religion, liberation of the human body from the dominion of property, liberation from shackles… and the restraint of the government. It stands for social order…based on the free grouping of individuals." Jax read aloud.
He could understand why his old man would feel that way. After he started reading his words, he felt the same way.
Jax sat down, and he continued reading the script.
"The concept was pure, simple, true. It inspired me, lit a rebellious fire. But ultimately, I learned the lesson that Goldman, Proudhon, and the others learned – that true freedom requires sacrifice and pain. Most human beings only think they want freedom. In truth, they yearn for the bondage of social order, rigid laws, materialism. The only freedom man really wants… is the freedom to be comfortable."
Jax felt a chill going down his spine when he read those words. He understood that feeling his father described. Jax continued flipping the pages, when a photograph fell out from between the pages. He picked it up and it was a picture of Sophie and himself as kids. They were up at the cabin, and they had their arms wrapped around each other. Sophie was laughing but Jax was just looking down on her without her knowing.
He turned the picture and saw a message from his father.
"Jackson. Don't be afraid to tell Sophie how much you love her."
It was like John Teller knew how everything would turn out as they got older, and Jax promised himself that he would never be afraid to tell Sophie how he felt.
He just had to let her know.
On his way back, hours later, he saw something familiar at the gas station/Diner he and Bobby was at the day before. And it wasn't a good surprise. He knew those bikes everywhere, and he knew this would end badly.
He picked up his phone and called Clay.
"Where the hell are you?"
"Yeah, looks like Jury's gonna have some backup when the Mayan shit goes down."
"What are you talking about?"
"I'm on my way back, and I'm not alone."
Jax knew that Clay would handle things on his end, and now, he needed to do his part. He knocked over a few of the bikes before rushing over to his own. He waited for them to come out running, before he drove off down the road, managing to get them to follow him.
After the gun exchange outside the clubhouse, the SONS had the upper hand, and got away with only minor injuries.
Jury talked to the sheriff, making sure nothing would come back and bite them in the ass.
"Cleared his book debt. We're good." Jury told Jax and Clay. "What happens now? I'm probably going to lose a couple of more guys because of this."
"Well, there won't be another hit for a while. That pop off was just about dick size." Clay told him. "They want to let us know they're watching."
"Vegas will stick around for a while." Jax added, suddenly feeling anxious to get back home.
"Hey… I think I'll head back. I want to see the kid and my woman." Jax said, smirking as he did. "I'll ride with Happy and his crew."
Clay nodded and agreed, understanding why he wanted to go home. It was about time that he got his woman.
Sophie's p.o.v
After my talk with Lowell, I went over to the hospital, wanting to see Abel again. I needed to see his perfect face. Gemma kept on having secrets with Luann, and I decided that I didn't want to be a part of it, not right now, anyway.
This time, Rosie was here when I got there, and she smiled widely when she saw me.
"Hi, Sophie. How're you doing today?" Rosie asked me.
"I'm fine, now that I get to see this beautiful face." I said and Abel turned towards my voice again. Rosie couldn't help but smile.
"Why, thank you." Rosie said, with a playful grin. "I'll let you have some time alone with your boy here."
Rosie was on her way out of the room, before I stopped her.
"Rosie? Could you please stay? I could use some of your brilliant advice." I asked her. Rosie stood there for a few seconds, before she closed the door behind her, and sat down next to me.
"What's on your mind, sweetheart?" Rosie asked me, and I told her what I've been going through with Jax in the last few days.
Rosie listened to my troubles without interrupting me.
"So, I called him this morning, leaving him a message, saying that I wanted him to come over tonight. I want to work this out." I said, letting out a breath.
"Wow. Talk about complicated. And why would he freak out because you told him that you loved him? Men makes me clueless." Rosie said with an annoyed sigh.
"I don't really know what going through his head, I just know that I want to make it work, and that I'm sure I love him." I told her honestly.
"So, what are you doing here?" Rosie asked me, raising an eyebrow.
"What do you mean? I always come here to see Abel." I said.
"You should go home and get ready to see your man." Rosie told me and I knew she was right.
"Go, home, take a shower and put on that sexy lingerie, and promise me that you'll jump his bones when he comes over… if not, I will do it, and I'm sure that my husband won't mind." Rosie said and I couldn't' help but laugh, but I did as I was told. I kissed Abel's incubator and whispered that I loved him, and walked out of the NICU quickly. Rosie was right, it was time to get my man.
I had the biggest smile on my face, and I hoped that when I saw Jax, he would tell me that he loves me. But that's not important, I just want to be with him.
As I walked out of the hospital, I ran into Gemma. She was here to see her grandson.
"Hey, sweetheart. Where are you going in a hurry?" Gemma asked me, wondering why I wasn't with Abel.
"I am going home to get ready." I said with a smirk, and I knew that Gemma understood.
"It's about damn time!" Gemma exclaimed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Just promise me one thing, Sophie."
"And what's that, Mama Gem?" I asked, but she didn't answer right away. She opened the trunk of her car and took out a bag from CaraCara. Luann's porn studio.
"Somehow I doubt that you have anything sexy to wear." Gemma said, and I didn't even want to know what kind of things Luann and Gemma had packed for me, so I took the bag quickly.
"Don't let it be almost 15 years until you sleep with him again." Gemma said, mocking her in the process. I only laughed at her, and gave her a hug. "Go, get your man, sweetheart."
I nodded and smiled before I hauled a cab to take me back to my place.
I was mostly nervous on my way home, but deep in my heart, I knew that it was no point for me to be that way. This is how it's supposed to be. This is how Jax and I was supposed to end up.
Third Person p.o.v
Jax sighed when he finally drove his bike into the hospital's parking lot, feeling relieved that he was finally back where he belonged. He removed his helmet and hoped that Sophie was still here, reading for his son, and that they could talk this shit out. He walked tiredly, but happy towards the NICU, bumping into Tara on the way.
"Hey." He said with his trademark grin.
"Hey." Tara replied, glad to see that he was back to see his son.
"How's he doing?" Jax asked her.
"Fine. Your mom's in there." Tara answered.
"Where else would she be?" Jax said amused, but then he got all nervous for some reason. "And what about Sophie, is she here?"
"She was here a little while ago, but she left before your mother arrived." Tara told him.
"How's Nevada?"
"Uneventful." Jax answered and he meant it. He smiled at Tara before he walked into Abel's room, finding his mother sitting in the rocking chair Sophie always uses when she's here.
"Hey." Jax greeted in a whisper, not wanting to disturb Abel.
"You okay?" Gemma asked her son.
"I'm fine."
"I think maybe someone could've called. I've been sitting here…" Gemma started to say, but Jax cut her off with a kiss on the cheek. He walked over to the incubator, seeing the bear in there with him. Jax remember giving that bear to her when she started her company. It was nice of her to give it to Abel.
"Sophie placed it there earlier. Rosie told me that Abel gets worked up sometimes, but the smell and voice of Sophie, calms him down." Gemma explained to him.
Jax got that goofy grin again, and it didn't go unnoticed by his mother.
"What? What's with that stupid grin of yours?" She asked her son. Jax hunched down next to his mother.
"I am going to tell Sophie that I love her, and that there's no fucking chance that I'll ever letting her go again." Jax said like a teenager, and Gemma couldn't help but break into a smile.
"Then why don't you go tell her that? I'll stay with the kid." Gemma offered. Jax looked up at his sleeping son.
"Go! He'll be fine." Gemma urged on, and Jax made up his mind. He kissed his mother's forehead and practically ran out the room.
Gemma couldn't help but roll her eyes at this whole situation.
"Your parents are a pair of weirdos, Abel. You might as well get used to it sooner rather than later." Gemma told her grandson.
"It's about damn time."
Jax rode his bike through the familiar streets towards Sophie's house. He was actually sweating like a pig, and Jax Teller doesn't sweat. According to Sophie's voice mail, she would keep the door unlocked for him, so it was just for him to walk through the door. Stopping in her driveway, most of the house was dark, the only thing shining through the windows, was the fireplace in the living room.
He took off his helmet and took a deep breath. This was it. He was finally going to tell Sophie how much he loves her and that one day, she would become his future wife and mother of his children.
Jax opened the door, half expecting her to stand there in the hallway, waiting for him. When she wasn't, he started calling for her.
"Sophie? Are you here, darling?" Jax asked, but still no answer. Cautiously, he walked towards the living room, gun at the ready, thinking that something might have happened to her. He found her sitting on the couch, starring into the fire.
"Shit, Sophie! When you didn't answer me, I expected the worst." Jax exhaled, placing his gun on her coffee table.
He could tell she was distraught about something, and she fiddle with an envelope.
"Sophie?" Jax asked carefully.
"Did you have a good time in Iron Hills?" Sophie asked, not taking her eyes off the fireplace.
"It was all right, I guess. Uneventful." Jax answered with a shrug. "But I got some time to think, and I realized that I didn't need to think about it. I knew it all along."
"Yeah?" Sophie asked hesitantly.
"Yes." Jax said, grabbing her chin, gently forcing her to look at him.
"I love you, Sophie. I've always loved you." Jax told her, and he thought that the tears in her eyes, where tears of joy.
What he didn't expect, was her hand connecting with his face hard and fast. In the midst of it all, Jax was shocked by her actions.
"Fuck you, Jax Teller!" She yelled at the top of her lungs. "Fuck you, for making me love you, when I know that I can't trust a word coming out of your mouth."
Jax still didn't understand her reaction.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Jax asked, getting up from the couch. She took the envelope, shoving it hard into his chest.
"Uneventful, my ass, Jackson! But I guess what happens on a run, stays on a run." Sophie said angrily, but mostly sad. "Get the fuck out of my house, and my life."
Sophie ran away from him and locked herself in her bedroom, shutting him out completely.
With trembling hands, he opened the envelope addressed with only Sophie name, no address. The content of the envelope made him curse loudly. Apparently, someone had taken pictures of him doing Susie up in Nevada, dated and timed, and everything. On top of the picture it said:
"Doesn't feel so good, does it? Knowing that your boyfriend doesn't love you."
2.23 AM, last night
"Fuck!" Jax yelled, throwing the picture away. He walked to her bedroom door, trying to open it, but to no surprise, finding it locked.
"Sophie, babe? Please open the door. I'm so sorry. Please, baby." Jax pleaded through the door. But Sophie Winston was in no condition to talk to him, she sat with her back towards the bedroom door, trying to block out his pleading voice. She never thought she would experience this kind of pain.
Maybe she was overreacting, but this was her pain, and she dealt with it in her own way.
Jax Teller, had once again, chosen to break her heart.
Please don't kill me! I've already said that their relationship won't be easy. And I like to think of their relationship like "One step forward, then Jax running the other way, when things get hard."
I promise you I will make it better again, but not just right now.
And I know that Sophie may be overreacting, but she was already so unsure of herself, and the fact that Jax blew her off. In her head, she thinks she not good enough. But she will become a stronger person as the story goes on.
Please let me know what you think.
Until next time xD
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*peace486: Thank you! Here's the update. sorry to say that Jax and Sophie are going through a rough time right now.
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