As soon as Jax was going to pull away from the curb, Evie ran up to him, taking the key out of the motorcycle's igntion.

Jax removed his sunglasses, looking at Evie in question.

"Hey darlin', what's wrong," he asked, his bright blue eyes looking at her with concern.

"Jax, you can't go."

"Believe me, I don't want to, but like I said earlier, I'm coming over tonight."

"No, it's not about that. If you leave, you're going to have an unwanted tail."

"What," Jax adverted his eyes from Evie, looking in one of his bike's rearview mirror.

"Yeah. The silver ford parked in front of Brecker and Moore's Law firm."

"What color is my tail?"

"Mexican."

That could be anyone following him. It could be one of Alvarez's men, trying to keep a low profile. The tail might be the result of Romeo Parada and his partner Luis Torres having doubts when it comes to Samcro as their new business partner. Whoever set this up, he needed to alert the club about the current situation he was in.

Jax pulled out his cellphone from his one of his jean pockets, flipping the phone open, his finger's dialing Clay's cell number.

"Hello?"

"Hey, it's me. I'm in a bit of a situation here and I could use some back up."

"What's going on? You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. It looks like I got a tail on me. Not sure who the asshole is working with though."

"Alright, we're on our way. Where are you at?"

"I'm at the Charming Inquirer publishing company. It's about ten miles away from the clubhouse ."

"Yeah, I know where it's at. We're on our way, son. Just stay put until then. Don't do anything stupid, like confronting the guy. We don't need you violating your parole trying to impress your new girlfriend.," Clay stated, ending the call.

Jax shook his head, closing his phone, sliding the phone back into his pocket. He unbuckled his helmet, setting it on the handlebars. He pulled the key's out of the ignition, throwing his leg over, dismounting his bike.

Noticing Evie's worried expression, Jax stood in front of her, the knuckles located on the top of his right index and middle fingers caressed her cheek lovingly.

"Are you okay, darlin'?"

"I'm fine," she lied, forcing a reassuring smile.

The rest of of the club showed up in front of Evie's place of work about fifteen minutes later.

Jax stood up straight from leaning on his bike and Clay and the club approached the both of them.

"Who's the tail?," Clay asked.

"The silver Honda less than a block away. Evie was the one who spotted him."

Clay looked at the young woman with an impressed expression.

"Now, that we're all here, we can lead him away. We 'll leave Phil and V-Lin with Evie," Jax instructed, recieving a nod in agreement from the rest of the leather wearing men.

"That's not necessary, Jax. I'll be fine."

"It's just a percaution, Evie."

"Okay."

Jax gave Evie a quick kiss on the lips, his hand resting against the side of her face.

"I'll see you later."

"You better. Please be careful. Call me when you and the guys are in the clear. No texts. I want to hear your actual voice."

"Yes mam."

Evie formally introduced to Phil and V-Lin before she made her way back into the building. The young men trailed close behind her, ready to protect her at all costs under their Vp's orders.

She opened the door to her office, still feeling the intense stares from her co-workers as she let Phil and V-Lin inside.

Evie closed the door behind her, looking through the slightly open blinds.

The silver Honda was no longer there.

Fuck. She just wished this whole thing was a false alarm and the guy just felt like staring at Jax. As you can see, that was not the case.

Today was her first peak inside of Jax's world, and she wasn't so sure how she felt about it.

She liked where her and Jax were heading. They were getting to know each other, and their kids were best friends. But at the same time, she wasn't so sure if she was strong enough to handle what comes with his complicated lifestyle.

If you like someone, you should at least give it a try right? Jax was worth it.

Evie moved away from the window, sitting herself behind her desk, attempting to get back to work.

"He's going to be fine, mam," Phil stated, reaching over the desk, touching her hand.

"Thanks Phil. But, I'm still going to worry. It's amazing, isn't it? You can get all the reassurance in the world, but you're still going to worry."

"It's called being human. Only the good humans experience that though," V-Lin chimed in.

"Who do you work for?"

The man who tailed Jax was tied to a chair in the gun warehouse. He lifted his head, spitting the mouthful of blood at Jax's feet, getting the blood on his white sneakers.

Jax's face scrunched up in anger. He grabbed the guy by the throat with both of his hands, cutting off his air supply.

" Look you piece of shit, I can go all day. Believe me, you don't want me to hand you over to Happy here, " Jax looked behind him where the club stood around and watched, glancing at Happy, who picked up a hammer from the nearby table.

"I'll ask you one more time, who do you work for?"

"You have no idea how bad this can get. If you kill me, more will come. They will slaughter everyone you love, anyone you came into contact with."

"Hap.. time for you to tag in, brother," Jax patted him on the back, going outside to have himself a cigarette.

Happy slammed the hammer down on the man's knuckles on his left hand, breaking each one of them.

His screams nearly vibrated the walls of the warehouse.

Jax closed his eyes, taking a long drag of his cigarette. He began walking away from the warehouse and dialed Evie.

"Hello?"

"Hey darlin'."

"Thank god, you're okay. Did you find out why this man was shadowing you?"

"Not yet. We will, though. It might be a late one for me. "

"Okay. I can wait up for you."

Jax smiled into the phone.

"You don't have to do that, babe."

"I want to. "

"It's okay if you don't. I'll give you a call later when I'm on my way back. I'm still going to have my guys stay with you until I make my way to you."

"If that's what is best, then okay. Be safe."

"Always."

Evie loaded the washer with dirty laundry, filling the small tray with fabric softener and Tide spring meadows detergent, closing it shut, pressing the start button.

" Ninety eight, ninety nine, one hundred. Ready or not, here I come...", Abel stated, beginning to look for his friend throughout the home.

"Boys, it's time for bed," Evie called out from the middle of the hallway leading to the bedrooms.

Andre climbed out from underneath Evie's bed.

"Awww mom, do we have to?"

"Yes, it's almost midnight. There's always tomorrow to have some fun."

Andre pouted, moving past Evie.

"Do you hate me," Evie asked.

He small arms wrapped around his mother's waist, his brown eyes looking up at her.

"I can never hate you, mommy."

"That's sweet baby, but you still need to go to sleep."

"But mom.."

"Andre, do I have to start counting."

"No... Can you tuck us in?"

"Of course I can."

The sound of Jax's motorcycle made itself known in Evie's driveway.

Using the remote, she turned off the television. She put her half full glass of wine down on the living room table, getting up from the couch to answer the door.

Phil went to the living room window with his gun in his hands, looking briefly through the blinds.

He gave Evie a nod of approval.

"Hey handsome," Evie greeted, pulling Jax by the waist, giving him a firm kiss on the lips.

"Hey gorgeous. I told you, you didn't have to wait up, though I was secretly hoping you were. "

She smiled only for it to fade away when she saw Jax's cut up knuckles.

"Jesus christ, Jax," she lifted up one of his hands, observing th cuts closer.

"I'm fine. "

"I see you beat the truth out of him."

"Do you really want to know?"

"I don't, but I do. It's better if I do. Secrets are never a good thing."

Jax took Evie's hand, leading her inside.