Hello again! I know I used a long time updating this story, and I give you a long chapter as a sorry for using so much time. It's flu-season, and I've been sick for a few days, and then I had a little time to update.
Read, review and enjoy this chapter. A fair warning: this chapter is a roller coaster.
I do not own "SOA" only my oc.
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Jax was riding his bike towards Tara's home, what he didn't see, was his mother's car, driving the other way. It felt strange, having Tara wrapped around him like this. The last time they did this, he was nineteen, and had no idea she would leave him that very night. And he felt conflicted by having her this close to him again.
Jax stopped his bike in the driveway of her house.
"Appreciate the lift." Tara said, feeling a little better with Jax close by.
"No problem. Where's the Cutlass?" Jax asked, looking around.
"Oh, it's at the hospital." Tara answered quickly.
"Still not running right?"
"It's running okay. This worry I'm getting here that have anything to do with that car that's been following us? The compact parked halfway down the block." Jax said, not beating around the bush. Tara freaked out and ran for her door.
"Tara! What the hell's going on?" Jax asked, catching up with her.
"That A.T.F. Agent that's been looking into you guys… I think he's here for me." Tara told him.
"What are you talking about?" Jax asked her.
"I was with him in Chicago. It got violent. I tried to end it. He started stalking me." Tara said, and for some reason, Jax wanted to rip this guy's head off, and protect Tara from anything bad. And what made matters worse, he had been snooping around Sophie, and he sure as hell, didn't like that.
"Jax. Don't. He's dangerous." Tara argued when Jax started to approach Kohn's car.
"Go back inside, Tara. Lock the door." Jax demanded, feeling outraged about how stupid she was. Jax reached Kohn's car, and pulled out his knife. He plunged it into the radiator, damaging his car, and it made Kohn see red.
"Vandalism. Deadly weapon. That's six months in County, asshole." Kohn told him, getting out of his car.
"Violating a restraining order. You'll be in the cell next to me. They teach you how to suck a dick in A.T.F. School?" Jax shot back at him.
"Badass biker."
"You guys gave it your best shot. You got nothing on Sam Crow." Jax told him. "And you harassing Tara, that ends here or next time it won't be a piece-of-shit car I'm draining fluid from."
"You threatening a federal agent?" Kohn asked, and Jax only smiled.
"I'm threatening you. Go away. It's my last warning." Jax said, staring to walk away.
"Wow, Jax. You're really concerned about Tara's wellbeing. What would your old lady have to say about that? I bet she would go all kinds of crazy, knowing her man is so caught up in his ex-girlfriend's business." Kohn shot back at him, and Jax wanted nothing more than to kill the man. But he knew that Kohn could turn his world upside down without even trying.
Sophie's p.o.v
I drove Gemma's car into the lot at TM only a few minutes after Gemma and Clay. Cherry jumped out of the car, making her way over to Kip, and I walked into the clubhouse. Jax told me that the feds were here last night, tearing the clubhouse apart. I knew that he wouldn't want anyone else to clean his room. And let's face it, I needed to do something to stop thinking about Jax giving Tara a ride home. I didn't want to obsess over it, but it was hard.
As I crossed the lot, Tig came out of the garage.
"Hey, Princess!" He yelled.
"Hey, Tiggy!" I called back, which resulted in rounds of barking coming from within the garage. Chance came running out at the sound of my voice, wanting to see his mama.
"Hi, baby!" I said with excitement, crouching down on the ground. When Chance leaped into my arms, it made me feel so much better.
"Let's go clean up Jax's room, yes?" I said, picking him up. Great, I'm talking to a dog.
I walked into Jax's room, and it was a complete mess. This seemed more personal than a police raid. What the hell happened last night?
I sighed, placing Chance on his bed, and started cleaning the room. I noticed that a lot of pictures of me was missing and I couldn't even understand why. Why would they takep pictures of me?
I tried to shake my head from those thoughts, and continued my work.
The door opened, and Gemma stepped inside.
"Hey, Mama Gem." I said, pushing the cabinet back into its place.
"Hey, Princess. What the hell happened here?" Gemma asked, looking around.
"It's the raid from last night. They tore Jax's room apart." I answered.
"Shit!" She exclaimed. "But, it's not much different from when that boy grew up."
"Yeah, but I kinda like him, though." I said, thinking about what happened last night, and my dreamy look, did not go unnoticed by the Samcro queen.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Gemma asked. "Wait, I know that look… you got laid last night."
I didn't answer her, but blushed heavily.
"Well, halle-fucking-lujah! It's about time, sweetheart." Gemma said, and she looked so happy. "How do you feel?"
"I feel wonderful." I told her honestly, but I knew that she sensed the 'but'.
"But, what?" Gemma pressed on.
"I saw Jax give Tara a ride home just now. She probably had a night shift, and he offered. I know I shouldn't read too much into it. But you know how insecure I get when it comes to her." I answered, and Gemma could see that sometimes, I'm still that fourteen-year-old girl.
Gemma looked at me, and then rolled her eyes.
"Then you need to grow a set, and tell that bitch who's the main bitch when it comes to my son." Gemma told me. "I love you, Sophie. But you need to stake your claim, or else you'll never survive in this world."
I knew that Gemma was right, and that I had to show Tara who's boss, or I'm going to lose Jax all together, and I don't want that. I gave Gemma a smile before she headed out of the room. I looked over at Chance, and he looked at me with those puppy eyes of his.
"There's no way out of this, is there?" I asked him. Chance only huffed in response, and it made me roll my eyes. Chance was taking Gemma's side in this, and let's face it… he is a smart dog.
I managed to get Jax's room as clean as possible, but I won't tell you how disturbing it is to find old panties from Jax's earlier conquests under the bed. I threw them away, hoping that I would never have to clean that up again.
I took out the trash, seeing some of the sons standing at the boxing ring. Chibs, Bobby and Tig stood there, watching as Kip fought against Lowell. This could be interesting.
I walked over to Chibs, and he put his arm around my shoulder.
"Hi, there, lassie. How are ye?" Chibs asked, kissing me cheek.
"Oh, you know… as good as it gets." I said with a sigh, grabbing his cigarette.
"That's good to know. I wouldn't want it any other way." Chibs told me, bringing me a little closer to him.
"Half-Sack, boombaye! Get in there, kid!" Chibs yelled at Kip, urging him on. He was a real fighting machine. "Hands up, Lowell."
"Keep your hands up, Lowell." I said, trying to show my friend some support. But let's face it, Kip was stronger than him.
"Now you're getting cocky. Anyone can beat up a junkie, prospect. It doesn't mean shit." Chibs said, and I elbowed him in the ribs. He was not allowed to talk about Lowell like that. Cherry was hanging around Kip like a teenager in love and I found it rather cute.
"Where did you learn how to fight like this?" Cherry asked him.
"You know, I was junior lightweight champion. Armed Forces boxing competition." Kip answered,
"Ooh, that's so hot."
I walked back to Tig and Bobby along with Chibs, as Clay came out of the office.
"Things all better with the little missus now?" Tig asked, knowing that Gemma was pissed at him.
"My balls are still attached, thanks to Sophie. I don't know what she was talking to Gemma about all those hours in there, but she did something, all right." Clay answered.
"What can I say? I speak fluent bitch." I said with a shrug.
"Shit, Lowell. Get out of there. Whose idea was this?" Clay asked when he saw that Kip was kicking his ass.
"Tig's."
"Bobby's." the two of them said at the same time, blaming it on each other.
"I don't mind it, Clay. I'm just helping the Half-Sack train." Lowell said, and I found it very cute.
"Yeah, well, you killed enough brain cells. Come on. Come on. Back to work." Clay said, and we all knew that it was over.
"Okay. Thanks." Lowell replied, secretly glad that it was over.
"How's he doing?" Clay asked.
"Well, the latest round of rehab seems to be sticking." I said, feeling confident. I was the one that brought him to rehab the last time, because he called me, freaking out about not being able to quit.
"Yeah, and he hasn't missed any work." Tig added.
"If I could get A.A. to kick up a vig, Lowell could make us all rich." Clay told us.
"He's always been a freak." Bobby added, and I didn't like it when they talked about him like this. "Damn good mechanic though. I guess you taught him right."
Right then, Jax pulled into the lot, and I suddenly felt uneasy. Should I tell him that I saw him on the road with Tara, or should I just let it go?
"How's Sugar Ray One Nut looking?" Jax asked, moving towards us.
"He's working fast. Got a great right hook." Chibs answered, as Jax brought me closer to him. It made me melt, and almost forget the things I was worrying about. Almost.
"Hey, are you okay, darling?" Jax asked me, when he noticed how quiet I was.
"Yeah, I'm just going to see if Lowell need some tending after the fight. I'll talk to you later." I answered and got away from his hold. He was about to kiss me, but I just walked away. I know I'm acting like a nutcase, and I feel so insecure, but I didn't know what happened with Tara and him. He was gone a long time.
I walked into the garage, only to find Lowell drying some blood off his face.
"Hey, Lowell." I said, with a smile.
"Hey Sophie." He answered, walking towards me.
"Kip got you good, huh?" I said, looking at the gash he had over his left eye.
"Oh, this? Nah, it's nothing." Lowell brushed off.
"Let me be the judge of that. Sit down, and let me take a look." I ordered, taking my bag of medical supplies out.
"All right. Thanks, Sophie." Lowell said, sitting down on one of the chairs.
It didn't look deep, but I didn't want it to get infected.
"You're doing a great job, Lowell. I'm so proud of you." I told him, cleaning his wound.
"Thanks, Sophie. It means a lot to hear you say that." Lowell told me. "All I do, I do for my son, you know."
"I know. I'm just proud of you, all together." I said with a smile. Lowell and I had known each other for years, and he like me, had a deadbeat parent. He had his father, and I had my mother.
Third Person p.o.v
"I'll talk to you later…" Sophie said, and walked away from Jax. He didn't like it, and something was bothering her.
"What the hell was that all about?" Tig asked, raising his eyebrow at his VP.
"The hell if I know." Jax shrugged off. Trying to mask the fact that it was unsettling for him.
"How much money gets thrown around at these bare-fist things?" Clay asked.
"The purse is okay, but it's the betting that's gone crazy." Tig answered. "I know a couple of guys last year who made six figures each."
"Really?"
"The prospect can knock any one of those lightweights out, any day of the week." Chibs told them.
"Absolutely."
"What'd we pull together for McKeevy?" Clay asked.
"A hundred and twenty. You ain't thinking about betting on the prospect." Bobby asked, looking over at half-sack and his girl.
"If Half-Sack takes his first five fights and looks strong going into the finish we control how it ends, it could be a huge payday." Tig told them, knowing first hand that the kid is smart.
"What do you think?" Clay asked Jax.
"I don't know. But I do know there's no way we're raising 80 grand in the next four days so it might be our only shot." Jax answered, knowing they would need this money badly.
"I'm in." Clay said, and the others agreed.
"Take 50 grand. I wanna see it triple." Clay said before turning to Chibs.
"You're gonna train him. No booze. No weed. No pussy."
"That include the Nevada sweetbutt? Till I'm up a hundred-K, that little cherry tart can cool on the counter." Clay said without giving Cherry a second glance."Hey, Bobby. Do me a favor. Push up on that thing, will ya?"
"Really? Halfy-Sack is all about that now."
"Really. Well, I wanna see if she's all about him. And go at it hard." Clay told him.
"I ain't mad at that." Bobby said, agreeing to it.
"Half-Sack's gonna lose his mind." Jax said with a chuckle.
"Well, that kind of anger we can really use."
"Hey, and call Unser. See if he wants in on some of this fight action." Clay told them.
"Clay, he's out on the job. Water and Power dug up some old bones this morning." Jax told him.
"Where?" He asked quickly.
"Out on 44." Jax answered, but Clay didn't reply to that at all, he just moved away from him, not saying anything at all.
"What?"
"I don't know." Tig said quickly, and somehow, Jax doubted that to be true. Clay, Jax and Tig drove their bikes to the place, and they saw the police wheeling away bodies.
"Wheeling out two bodies." Jax muttered under his voice.
"There should be three." Tig told him.
"I'm afraid to ask." Jax replied.
"Don't be. There it is." Tig said, pointing at the last one.
"Is this us?" Jax asked.
"Yeah." Clay said without thinking twice about it. No point in lying.
"Aw, shit."
Sophie's p.o.v
"There. All done." I said, putting the band aid on Lowell's forehead.
"You're a good woman, Sophie. Never change." Lowell said, and it felt nice to help him.
"Daddy!" We heard someone yell, and Lowell's son came running through the garage.
"Hey, buddy!" Lowell exclaimed, and he seemed so happy about his kid being here.
"I got a knew firetruck today." Moby told his father.
"You did? Wow, you're the luckiest guy ever." Lowell told him and I couldn't help but smile. It made me miss Abel.
"Hi, Moby." I said, making the boy look right at me.
"Hi…" He said a little shy.
"Moby, this is Sophie. She's a nice person." Lowell told him, and it warmed my heart.
"Are you the one that helped my daddy?" Moby asked, and I knew he was talking about the time I helped Lowell getting to rehab.
"Yes, I am." I answered with a smile.
"Thank you." He said slowly, and it melted my heart even more.
"You're welcome, Moby." I said, and I meant it. If he needed me again, I would do it in a heartbeat.
I gathered up my things, getting ready to leave Lowell to his work, when I gave Moby a card with my name and number on it.
"If you ever need me, you call me, all right? No matter if it's day or night." I whispered. "It's our secret."
I walked out of the garage, as Tig, Clay and Jax returned to the lot. Before they noticed that I was still there, they walked into the clubhouse, no doubt going to church. I rolled my eyes and decided to drop by work. I needed to show my face there sometime, and then I would take Chance to the hospital. They have their own animal day for the children to interact with animals at the hospital.
I know that Chance is still too small, but he needs to learn some time, and I needed someone to look after him while I went to see Abel. I couldn't bring a dog into the NICU.
I walked into the hospital, carrying Chance on my arm, and it wasn't an easy task. He squirmed, trying to get down. The nurses smiled as they saw me walking towards them. This was the second time I brought Chance with me, and they all fell in love immediately.
"Oh, how precious he is." One of the nurses told me, petting my dog's head.
"Yeah, I know. He's the best dog ever." I agreed with a smile. Chance let out a little bark, and it made us laugh. We were going to visit the children in the surgical wing today. Those are the children that are just there for a few days. I wanted to go to the ones with cancer, but most of them was up for a round of chemo today, and a dog would not do them any good, with the germs and all. The kids in that unit, looked so sad and down today, and it made me feel bad for them.
"Hey, you guys." I said, offering them a smile.
"Hey, Sophie." They all replied at the same time.
"I know that you're not feeling too hot today, so I brought you someone, that I hope will cheer you up a little." I told them, and let them see Chance, and they loved him. To see the bright smile on their faces, the light in the eyes coming back, it was all worth it, and chance loved every second of it.
"What's his name?" One girl asked me.
"His name is Chance, and I call him that, because I gave him a chance, and he gave me a chance to love him." I answer, as I watched how careful those kids treated Chance. He just made their day, and that's all that matters.
"He's so cute! Can we keep him here all the time?"
"No, I'm sorry, but I'll make sure that he comes to visit every day he's allowed to, okay?" I asked them, trying to compromise. But secretly, I wished the same as them, I wish he could stay at the hospital every day. It meant so much for the patients.
Chance jumped around on the floor, finding some shoelaces to chew on, and played with the kids. I knew for sure, that he would be completely dead by the time I took him home. Something caught my attention on the other side of the windows, and I saw Tara walking around. I didn't like her at all. What was she doing back here now? I saw Jax drive her home just this morning. Maybe that's the beauty of working as a doctor. You don't have too much free time. Too much free time to steal my man. I narrowed my eyes, trying to think of what to do about Tara trying to worm her way into Jax's heart again. I was prepared to kick her bony ass, reminding her on who Jax belongs to.
I decided to wait a little while, and let the kids enjoy Chance, but it didn't take long, before Chance got tired. I hated to do so, but I needed to give him some rest.
I said goodbye to the kids, and put Chance in his cage. What do you know, he fell asleep in an instant? He is the cutest dog ever.
I walked up to the nurse's station, seeing Rosie filling out some papers.
"Hey, Rosie." I greeted, gaining a smile from the kind woman.
"Hey, Sophie." She replied, and smiled even wider, when she saw the dog. "Oh, my god! He's precious."
"Thank you. Hey, I know it's a lot to ask, but I need to talk to someone. Is there any way you could just watch him for a couple of minutes, so I can do the thing I need to get done?" I asked her.
"Of course, I would love to take care of this little guy. Oh, and when you try to beat the living shit out Dr. Knowles, try not to mess up her face too much." Rosie said with a snicker. Is there not one thing that woman miss?
"I can't promise anything." I said, walking towards the room I saw Tara walked into earlier. I was ready to confront Tara, and I wasn't going to back down from this. I think Gemma would be proud of me.
Third Person p.o.v
As Clay, Tig and Jax returned, they summoned for Church and headed to the clubhouse. They needed to know more about what happened all those years ago.
"And all three of them were Mayans?" Jax asked Tig and Clay.
"Yep. Back in '92 Mexicans tried to expand their Oakland dope base, set up a charter in Lodi. We couldn't let that happen. It was a bloody two years. Bodies dropped." Clay answered.
"Yeah, I remember. That was right around the time my old man died." Jax said.
"That's right. We got to stop the P.D. from getting I.D's on those bodies. If they flag the Mayans, we're their next stop." Tig shot in, clearly a little worried about all of this.
"Well, we can pull teeth to stop the I.D. But they can still D.N.A. Test." Jax suggested.
"Forensic tests on three bodies? That would blow half of Unser's yearly budget." Bobby told him.
"But if Hale thought it would hurt us he'd get his new fed buddies to float the costs." Clay shot in.
Shit, man, that was pre-O.J., right? We weren't thinking about D.N.A. back in '93." Tig said with a laugh. "What kind of clues we got buried with those Mexicans?"
"If they don't know they're Mayans, they won't take it any farther." Chibs told him.
"We stop the identification, we stop the investigation." Clay said, and it was the final word, before they broke the meeting up, they all knew what was at stake here, some more than others.
Clay walked over to Half-Sack, that was still training hard for the upcoming fight.
"So, uh, there's a 15K purse on the line and a lot of ringside action." Clay told him.
"Yeah. I'm ready." Half-Sack told them.
"This ain't no army boxing, kid. This is street brawling." Chibs shot in.
"No. It's cool." Half-Sack said as Cherry hands him a beer. Clay sees this, and silently tells Bobby to make his move.
"Cherry pie. It's time to go." Bobby told her.
"What are you talking about? Go where?" Cherry asked.
"What are you doing, Bobby?" Half-Sack didn't like this.
"Relax, prospect. She's gonna stay with him till the fight." Clay explained to him.
"No, I'm not." Cherry argued.
"Oh, yeah, you are." Clay said firmly.
"Why?"
"No booze. No dope." Tig said, taking his beer away from him.
"No pussy." Clay added at the end.
"You'll love my place. It's very cozy." Bobby told her to get on her nerves.
"Get your hands off me." Cherry hissed at him, as Bobby took her away. "Back off."
"Clay, no sex before a fight's like an old wives' thing." Half-Sack complained.
"Did- Did you just insult my old lady again?" Clay asked harshly.
"No." Half-Sack said in defeat.
"Jump." Chibs ordered, and they all couldn't help but laugh at the frustrated young man.
Sophie's p.o.v
I walked determent towards the room I had seen Tara disappear into a little while ago, I was ready to give her a piece of my mind, but someone beat me to it. Hale walked into to the room before me, and I couldn't kick her ass without the risk of being arrested. I knew I should've walked away, but I needed to know what they were talking about. So, I eavesdropped.
"Why didn't you tell me it was Kohn?" Hale asked her. Wait, the creepy F.B.I agent?
"Jax told you?" Tara asked in defeat.
"I did not know that Kohn was the guy that was stalking you." Hale pressed on.
"You know, I tried getting help in Chicago. Complained to his superiors- Made things worse. I went through three precincts before someone would even give me that restraining order." Tara told him, and I couldn't help but feel sorry for her. But I hated her for bringing him here, so close to Abel, putting us all in danger.
"I doubted you could do anything."
"Tara. Kohn's boss doesn't even know that he is here. This guy is in deep shit. He is done." Hale told her.
"Really?"
"He is leaving Charming. I promise. And I am sorry." Hale said, holding a comforting hand on her shoulder. Something told me, that was the reason Jax drove her home earlier this morning, but it didn't make me calm, because I knew deep down, Tara wanted Jax back, and she would do anything to get him. I was too lost in my thoughts, that I didn't see Hale exciting the room.
"Sophie!" He said harshly, dragging me along with him. "Were you eavesdropping in on our conversation?"
"Let go of my arm, David!" I hissed, and broke free. "I was actually going to talk to Tara myself, about something else entirely, but I guess I heard what you were talking about. Is it true? Is that fucker here, because of her?"
"Yes." Hale answered shortly, and it made me fume with anger.
"I knew it was a bad idea that she came back here. Did you know that he was in Abel's room yesterday?" I hissed.
"What?" Hale exclaimed.
"He told me all this kinds of weird shit, and then told me to really think about my choices regarding my own boyfriend." I said, feeling protective of Abel for the most part. "Is there any way, you could have some of your guys outside Abel's room for a while? I would feel a lot safer, knowing that someone was looking out for him when we're not there."
Hale looked at me for a moment, before letting out a breath.
"I promise you, I won't let anything happen to that little boy, regardless who his father is." Hale said, and in some other scenario, I would've kicked his ass for saying that, but this wasn't about Jax. This was about a little defenseless boy.
"Thank you, David. It really means a lot." I said, giving him a hug.
"No problem." Hale whispered in my ear, before kissing the side of my head. What I didn't see, was Tara standing there watching us, and that she had some evil plan on her mind.
After some time, I got my dad to come and pick Chance up, because I didn't want to leave to hospital after I found out more about this Kohn guy. I felt as if I couldn't leave Abel here, at least, not until that protective detail got here.
I was about to go and get myself some coffee, when I saw Jax and Tig walking through the doors. He noticed me, and I suddenly felt bad for blowing him off this morning.
"Hey. What are you doing here?" I asked, grabbing my coffee.
"Only some club business." Jax told me, keeping a little distance from me. "Are we good?"
"Yeah, it's just me. I feel insecure sometimes, I'm sorry." I said, not really looking at him. Jax sighed and wrapped his arm around me, bringing me along with them, and I was curious to what they were up to. What I didn't understand, was them stopping outside a break room.
"What are you doing?" I asked in a whisper.
"Just watch." Tig said as Jax looked around.
"Tara's not here."
"What do you wanna do?" Tig asked.
"Lab coat on the chair. Can you distract the doctors?" Jax asked him, and I looked like a question mark.
"Yeah. No problem." Tig said.
"Wait, what are you guys doing?" I hissed with a low voice. Jax only winked at me, and I watched as Tig walked into the room.
"Excuse me, ladies. How you doing? Uh, you're doctors, both of you?" Tig asked them.
"Yeah."
"Oh, thank God." Tig exclaimed, starting to undo his pants.
"Um, a Doberman pinscher took a chunk of my ass." Tig said, showing them his ass.
"You need to go to the E.R." One of the doctors said, and left the room in a hurry. I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
"You know, Tig. Jax said distract them, not scar 'em for life." I told him. Jax started to laugh as well, and that's when I saw the card he took. I knew better than to ask, so I decided to just let it go.
"I'm serious. I think it's infected." Tig said, as we walked out of the room. Jax and I walked together down the hall, and we didn't say anything to each other. Not at first anyway.
"Hey. I don't know what got into you earlier, but let me know if I've done something to upset you. Do you regret last night?" Jax told me, and I felt so bad.
"No… Not at all. It's just… I saw you giving Tara a ride early this morning, and the thought of her wrapped around you like that… it made me want to mess her up." I said, feeling an instant blush crawling up over my face. I thought Jax would start an argument about Tara again, but that's not what he did. He grabbed my face and kissed me senseless.
"I love it when you're being overprotective. And to think about you being all defensive, it's kind of a turn on." Jax said huskily, before kissing me again. I had to use all my strength, not to shove him into a closet, and go all caveman on him, but I knew we had something on our hands, that was more important at the moment. Jax kissed me again, before grabbing my hand and walking back to Abel's room. We found Clay standing there, watching Abel. We walked in together, and the sound of his machines was all we could hear in the room.
"Hey." Jax said with a low voice, not wanting to disturb Abel. "Managed to steal a key card from an intern. Hopefully it gets us below."
Jax handed Clay the card, and I wondered what they wanted with it.
"Yeah. Me and Tig'll take care of this. Why don't you stay here and run interference?" Clay said.
"Why?" Jax asked, as Tara walked into the room. Seeing her here, giving me the stink-eye, made me want to rip her head clean off.
"Hey, Doc." Clay said.
"Hey."
"Kid looks strong, huh?"
"Yeah."
The awkward silence was suffocating, and I wanted nothing more than to leave.
"Well, you have a good night, all right?" Clay said and left the room.
"You too." Tara called after him, I did not want to stay here, in this room with Tara and Jax together, so I decided that it was best for me to leave as well.
"Hey, babe? I think I'll head out too. It's been a long day, and I could really use a shower, or a bath right about now. And if you're not too late, maybe you'll even get to join me." I said seductively. Jax eyes sparked with lust, and I could tell he wanted to leave with me. I looked over at Tara briefly, before turning back to Jax, kissing him passionately, showing Tara that she could never have him. It made me feel like a queen.
"Don't leave me hanging. I said, before leaving the room. Maybe not the smartest idea to turn your boyfriend on like that, and leave him in a room with an ex… But I felt confident, that he wouldn't do anything like that. Or at least, I hope he wouldn't.
Third person p.o.v
Clay and Tig got through all the way to the morgue on that card, which was a good thing for them.
"I'll find us some gloves." Clay said, looking around the room.
"Okay." Tig said, starting to look through the dead bodies. He found a gorgeous, young woman, and he wanted to touch her.
"Hey, freako. We ain't here to find you a date." Clay said, snapping him out of it.
"I know. I know. It's just-You know. You ever?" Tig asked.
"What? Cold pack?"
"Yeah."
"Nah. Not my thing." Clay told him, putting on some gloves.
"I know it's a little bit creepy at first but then something happens, man, I'm telling you. This soothing coldness. This stillness. It's really a beautiful thing." Tig said, getting lost again.
"Please. Please, stop." Clay begged as they heard a knock on the door.
"Goddamn it." Clay exclaimed, but calmed down, when he saw that it was Jax. "It's all right. Keep looking. I thought I told you to wait upstairs."
"Well, there's no interference to run and I figured you could use the extra pair of hands. Is that all right?" Jax argued back.
"I got 'em. All three." Tig announced, and they got ready to destroy evidence. "Hold the head.
Tight."
"Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Wait a minute. It's already been I.D.'d." Jax said, reading the note stuck to one of the dead bodies. "Lowell Harlan Sr. This is Lowell's old man."
Clay and Tig looked at each other, and they both knew that they've screwed up.
They walked upstairs and Clay stayed behind, talking to Jax.
"Why was Lowell's dad buried with the enemy?" Jax asked him.
"Casualty of war. Mayans took him out." Clay answered.
"He worked at T.M. He wasn't patched." Jax said.
"Mayans went after everybody. Family, friends. Didn't matter."
"Lowell thinks his dad just split. Poor bastard's convinced he's still out there." Jax argued.
"I know."
"So why the same grave?" Jax asked.
"Disrespect. I know. It was a crazy two years. I didn't have time to think a lot of shit through." Clay argued.
"Is that why you didn't want me in the morgue? Protect that secret?" Jax asked him.
"I got no secrets from you." Clay said, starting to walk away.
"You know, with the Mayans I.D.'d too I can only imagine the poison Hale's gonna pour in Lowell's ear." Jax called after him.
"I'll handle Lowell." Clay told him. "You, go home to Sophie."
Jax knew that this reveal, meant big troubles, but right now, nothing more seemed fitting than to go home to his Old Lady.
Sophie's p.o.v
I parked my car in the driveway, and I realized, that I hadn't been home since Jax and I left this morning, and so much happened today, I didn't even know where to start. My muscles ached both from moving around all day, and the fact that Jax and I fucked each other's brains out yesterday. It was such a beautiful moment. Chance was still with my dad, and that made me feel alone. I hoped that Jax would come home to me tonight, and that I wouldn't be alone.
I jumped out of the car, and walked to my door to unlock it, when my phone buzzed. It was a text from Hale. He told me he would have an undercover cop on duty at all times, making sure that Agent Kohn would leave Abel alone, and if there wasn't anyone to use, he would do it himself. Hale could be a pain in the ass, but right now, he was a perfect gentleman.
I sighed in relief, and locked myself into my house. I threw the keys on the dresser, and turned on the lights, as I walked through the house. For some reason, it felt emptier, now that Jax wasn't here. I walked by the two guestrooms, and I couldn't help but thinking about turning them into nurseries. We could easily have two or three babies in this house. Look at me, already thinking about babies.
I sighed, shaking the thought from my head, and walked towards the bathroom, knowing that I had a shitload of laundry to do, before I could even think about taking a bath. Jax's clothes from yesterday was still scattered all over my floors, and I thought I could just wash them in the process.
It was nice, doing these normal chores, instead of thinking about why Clay needed the key-card back at the hospital. When the laundry was in the washer, I closed the door, and decided to finally take my bath, and I wanted to be as relaxed as possible. Used my best bubbles, lighted some candles, and turned off the lights. I put on some soft, relaxing music, as in 80's love songs, and I couldn't wait to soak in the warm bathwater. For once, I would just let my trouble go. I eased myself into the warm water, and laid my head back, and closed my eyes, listening to the songs of Roxette and Journey.
It didn't take long, before I heard my front door open. At first, my instinct was to jump out of the water, to see who it was, but I decided against it. It could only be Jax. The door to my bathroom opened, and Jax stood there, looking dead beat, and it made me feel bad.
"Wow… you weren't kidding." He said, scratching the back of his head with a strained laugh.
"No, I wasn't. Is everything all right?" I asked him.
"No, everything is going to shit." Jax answered with a sigh, and it made my heart ache for him.
"Come on, sweetheart, get in. I'll take care of you." I said softly, and I didn't need to tell him twice. He stripped out of his clothes, and I had to bite my lip from not moaning at the sight. His ripped muscles, his broad chest, everything about him, made him irresistible. I half-expected him to get in behind me, but he jumped into the tub in front of me, and faceplanted into my chest, wrapping his arms around my waist. Thank God, that I have a huge tub. I wrapped my arms around him and kissed his forehead. The song of U2's "With or Without You" softly played in the background, as we laid there in silence. It felt so nice, laying here like this. That was until I could feel the frown on Jax's face.
"Are you seriously listening to 80's music?" Jax asked me, and that made me pull his hair a little.
"Don't dis my taste in music, it may make me change my taste in men." I warned him. Jax only chuckled, and looked up at me.
"Now, we wouldn't want that, now do we?" Jax asked me, sitting up, dragging me with him, placing me on his lap. I immediately wrap my arms around his neck, laughing at him, before sealing my mouth with his. I ran my fingers down his back, and that made him groan and I could tell he was growing hard, fast. This man was like a beast, and he was all mine. Jax kissed down my neck, all the way down to my breast, making me moan in pleasure, trying to get even closer to him.
"Jax." I said with a gasp, and that made him smirk against my breasts.
"Yes, darling?" He said, looking straight into my eyes. Those blue eyes I would forever get lost in.
"No foreplay." I begged, and he actually looked surprised. Without warning, I grabbed onto him, squeezing him gently, earning a moan from him. He brought my lips down to his and I kissed him fiercely. Jax lifted me up a little, and impaling me on his shaft, making me cry out in pleasure. The intense feeling of him, was overwhelming. For a moment, we just stopped, looking at each other. I smiled with a devilish grin, and rocked hard against him, making his eyes cross with pleasure. I drove him mad, and that's the only thing I wanted. Jax sat there, letting me decide the pace, and I gladly did so. With every roll of my hips, Jax's grip on me got tighter, and water went over the edge of the tub, all over the floor, but I didn't care.
"Sophie." Jax moaned, but I didn't have it in me to answer. He started to suck on one of my nipples, biting it, at that made my movement more erratic. One of his hands disappeared into the water, finding my bundle of nerves, and that just sent me right over the edge. I was so sensitive around him, it was crazy. Jax shifted me a little, getting the chance to pound into me, getting his own release. That only, made my stomach coil, and I felt another orgasm coming our way. I bit down on Jax's neck, at the same time as I clenched around him, making him explode his load inside me, and I came all over again, falling towards Jax, trying to catch my breath. Jax was panting for breath himself, holding onto me for dear life. I tiredly lifted my head from his chest, and looked into his beautiful eyes. He removed the wet hair away from my face, and he couldn't help but smile at my dazed look. I kissed him slowly, savoring this moment we had together.
"I love you." He whispered against my lips.
"I love you too." I whispered back. We sat like this for a long time, having a difficult time, trying to get our legs to work.
Jax helped me dry off, and carried me back to bed, tucking the both of us in, and I fell asleep content in the arms of the man I love.
The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed. I looked around me, and panicked a little, when I couldn't find Jax. I looked at the clock, and it was only about 8 in the morning. Way too early for me to be up. But I couldn't sleep without Jax next to me. I grab my robe from the chair next to my bed, and walk through the house, trying to see if Jax had left yet. I look out the window, only to find his bike still standing there in my driveway. I walk out to the kitchen, where the coffee was still in the machine, freshly made. I pour myself one, and from the window in my kitchen, I can see Jax sitting out in the backyard of the house, drinking coffee, and have a smoke in the morning sun. I smile huge, and practically run to the back door, opening it up, letting Jax know that I'm awake.
"Hey." I said, stepping outside.
"Good morning, Darlin'" Jax said, smiling widely when he laid his eyes on me. I walked over to him, sitting on his lap. I leaned in, kissing him lovingly. He tasted like caffeine and tobacco.
"Good morning." I murmured against his lips. "What are you doing up so early?"
"I couldn't sleep, Darlin'. But I need to go back to TM soon for my shift, anyway." Jax said, as I grabbed his cigarette, taking a drag.
"Yeah, I should probably come too. I need to talk to Gem, anyway. See how she's doing after being in the slammer." I said, kissing Jax again.
"Yeah? Well, let's wait for a few minutes. It's nice to just sit here like this without having to deal with all the shit that we do." Jax said, wrapping his arms around my waits, kissing my neck softly. I wanted to ask Jax to just move in here with me before Abel comes home. I want this to be our home together. But how do I tell him that? Maybe Mama Gem would know what to do. As on cue, my backdoor opened, and Mama Gem stood there, removing her sunglasses.
"Well, isn't this cozy." Gemma said with a smirk.
"Yes, it is. It's very cozy." Jax said, winking at his mother.
"If you two are done dry-humping each other, I could use some help from Sophie getting some stuff for the nursery before Abel comes home." Gemma said, and she didn't have to tell me twice.
"I would love to come with you." I said, trying to get off Jax's lap, but he held me back.
"Jax… let me go." I said politely.
"I don't think that's such a good idea right now." Jax argued back, and I finally understood why.
"Jax… your mother doesn't care that you have a boner." I said, kissing him lightly before jumping off his lap, leaving the two, so I could get dressed. I could hear Jax swearing, and Gemma laughing. God, I love this family.
Third Person p.o.v
A few hours later, Clay finally found the courage to go talk to Lowell about his dad. It was a hard conversation to have, but necessary. For Lowell, and for the club. Clay walked into the garage, as Lowell worked on his bike.
"Sounds good." Clay told him, making the young man smile.
"Is it cool if I work on it before my shift?" Lowell asked him.
"Yeah."
Is everything okay, man?" Lowell asked nervously.
"I want you to hear this from me." Clay said all serious.
"What? Something happen to Moby? I left him with Anita." Lowell said, thinking that something was wrong with his son.
"No, no, no. Your kid's fine." Clay said quickly. "Those bodies they, uh, pulled out of the hole on 44- one of'em's your old man."
"My dad? Oh, that- that don't make sense." Lowell said, not believing it.
"I'm sorry, son." Clay said, and he meant it.
"No. He ran off when I was, like, 15. He just split. Everyone told me that. You told me that." Lowell argued.
"I know."
"Well, the son of a bitch was already dead to me, right? What, uh- What happened to him?" Lowell asked.
"Mayan war. Wrong place, wrong time. The, uh, other bodies they found in the hole- those are the two Mexicans that killed your dad. Vengeance was meted out." Clay told him. "The cops- they're gonna try to lay all those bodies at Sam Crow's feet."
"That's bullshit." Lowell exclaimed.
"I know. It ain't a matter of true or false. Hale is gonna try to screw with your compass. I don't want you losing true north." Clay told him, before giving the broken man a hug. He may not have had a good relationship with his old man, but knowing he was dead, was heartbreaking.
Jax was up on the roof, looking down at them, and he felt disgusted about it all. He hadn't even managed to tell Sophie about Lowell's old man, and he figured when she found out, she would do everything in her power to keep him up. And she would be pissed as fuck. Jax shook his head, and sat down. He figured it was time to read a bit more in his father's journal.
Inside the club there had to be truth.
Our word was our honor.
But outside, it was all about deception.
Lies were our defense, our default.
To survive, you had to master the art of perjury.
The lie and the truth had to feel the same.
But once you learned that skill, nobody knows the truth in or outside the club.
Especially you.
Sophie's p.o.v
Gemma and I walked through the store on Main Street, going through Gemma's list. I walked around a little absentminded, thinking of a way to open up to Mama Gem about the whole moving thing. Would Jax like it to move into his girlfriend's house, and not the other way around?
"What's on your mind, Princess?" Gemma asked suddenly, and I jumped out of my thoughts.
"I don't know what you're talking about." I said, trying to play it cool.
"Sweetheart… I know you better than anyone." Gemma said, but suddenly, her eyes almost popped out of her head. Oh, dear God. Don't tell me that you're pregnant!"
"God, Gemma. We had sex for the first time, two days ago! Give it a rest!" I exclaimed. "What do you think Jax would say to maybe moving into my house, so Abel's home would be my home, I mean, our home."
Gemma placed her hands on my shoulders to try to get me to stop rambling.
"Hey. Why are you freaking out? You know that Jax would love to live with you." Gemma said, trying to reassure me.
"Yeah, but what if he doesn't? What if he would want me to move into his place. The one he shared with Wendy?" I asked, and Gemma could understand why I didn't want to live there. Gemma looked at me with kind eyes.
"Why don't you talk to him about it? I am sure that he will see your side in this." Gemma told me, before giving me a hug.
"Yeah, I will, thank you, Gemma. I love you." I told her.
"Love you too, Princess." Gemma said, as we continued through the store to buy all the things Abel needed, and all the crap he didn't need, but what we wanted him to need. Gemma and I took our sweet time, getting ourselves a coffee, and some lunch, before heading back to Jax's house. The nursery was all done, thanks to Jax and Gemma. I hadn't done that much, only helped out with painting the walls blue. But all in all, I could see Abel living in here, I just wanted it to be in my house.
Gemma unlocked the door, and let me in first.
"This is going to be so good on him." I said, gesturing to the onesies I bought for him. I was a sucker for this kid, and I was going to spoil him rotten.
"I bet it will." Gemma said with a smile. "You're unbelievable, you know that?"
"Yeah, yeah. Sue me." I laughed as I walked into his room. What we found in there, was not how we left things. I was in complete shock. The room was trashed, the rocking chair and the crib was knocked over, and destroyed. The mobile over his crib was smashed, and there was pictures on the wall. Pictures of Jax and Thomas, with their faces cut out, pictures of me, and of Jax, screwing that bitch in Iron Hills, and the smell was horrible. I felt the tears threatening to fall, and I felt violated somehow.
"Oh, my God." I exclaimed, knowing who may be behind this. Gemma looked around in shock, stepping further into the room. She looked around, horrified at what she saw. She turned around, stepping in something wet, and it smelled like piss.
"Holy shit." Gemma said, before walking towards me, grabbing my arm.
"Where are we going?" I asked, trying to swallow my tears.
"We're calling Jax. He needs to see this." Gemma said. "And I'm taking you out of that room, because you don't need to see it like that."
Gemma was completely right, I hated seeing it like that. Why the hell would someone do that? And why in the baby's room? Gemma took me outside on the front porch, demanding that I would sit down, and gave me a cigarette. It helped me calming my nerves down, but it wasn't easy. How in the hell, could they bring Abel home, when someone easily broke into it? What if they tried to do it again?
I heard Gemma talking on the phone, before joining me. She grabbed her own cigarette, and we sat there in silence together. After about twenty minutes, the familiar sound of Jax's bike was heard from down the street. Both Gemma and I, jumped up when we saw him, and I immediately felt calmer, knowing that he was here.
"Hey." Jax said, getting off his bike. He could tell that I was shaken up about this, and wrapped his arms around me.
"Someone trashed his room." I mumbled into his chest. Jax held onto me, and looked over at his mother.
"Show me." Jax demanded and Gemma walked back into the house before us. Jax never let go of my hand as we walked through the house. He was so angry, especially when he saw his son's room.
"Who did this?" Gemma asked him.
"A.T.F." Jax told us.
"Why?" I asked.
"Tara."
"That stupid bitch." Gemma hissed.
"How is this her fault?" Jax argued. Why was he defending her? If she hadn't come back here, Kohn would never come here.
"He came by the hospital." I said suddenly, making both Gemma and Jax to look at me.
"When?" Jax pressed on.
"The same day Gemma got arrested." I answered. "I found him in Abel's room, and I kicked him out"
"Why didn't you tell me?" Jax was angry now.
"Because I was taking care of your mother, and when you came to my place, you jumped me so fast, I never got the chance to say anything!" I argued back. "I talked to Hale at the hospital. He promised he would have someone at the hospital at all times, making sure Kohn doesn't come near Abel again."
Jax started to calm down a little, but I knew this wouldn't last long.
"This guy's dead." Jax hissed at us.
"At least." Gemma agreed.
"Yeah." Jax replied, before starting to walk out.
"Jax." I tried to say, but he cut me off.
"You still should've told me." He shot back at me, and walked away before I could say anything else. I knew that he was telling the truth. I should've told him, and now I felt stupid for not saying anything. Would Jax forgive me for not telling him about this? Gemma felt bad for me, and wrapped her arms around me, to let me know that she was here for me.
"It's easier for him to get angry at you, because he knows that you're always going to be there. I know that it isn't fair, because you would never do anything to hurt that boy." Gemma said.
"Come on, let's get you home. You don't need to see this." Gemma added and ushered me out of the house, and drove us back to my house.
Third Person p.o.v
When Jax left his house and Sophie behind, he was angry as hell. He knew that he was taking it out on Sophie, but right now, he didn't care. He called Hale, to tell him the news.
"Kohn's still in town."
"I know. He's at Floyd's. I'm taking care of it."
Jax hung up the phone, and riding his bike towards town, he was going to pay Floyd's a visit.
In town, Kohn was still at Floyd's, getting his beard shaved.
"I'm really gonna miss this, Floyd." Kohn told him, and he couldn't see Floyd rolling his eyes at him.
"Yep." Floyd said, before stepping away when he saw Jax outside the shop. He knew better than to interfere. Jax grabbed a hold of Kohn, and slammed him into the wall.
"You wanna go to war with me, you sick piece of shit?" Jax said angrily, and threw Kohn through a window. He was mostly angry about him trashing up the nursery, and that he was stalking Tara. But he had approached his kid and his girl, that's not something he wanted to take lightly. No one did that. Jax jumped after him, really doing a number on him, beating the crap out of him. Kohn grabbed a pair of scissors, and stabbed Jax in the thigh, making Jax yell out in pain. Jax kept on beating the shit out of him, until Hale came along and managed to get him away.
It didn't surprise him that Hale had to bring him into the station with him.
Jax sat there in one of the interrogation rooms, waiting for the charges to come. He definitely thought that Kohn would press charges, and that A.T.F would support him.
Unser sat with Jax, as he got his leg stitched back together, and they just sat there in silence until Agent Stahl came into the room. She didn't really look at Jax at all, only looking through the statement from Floyd.
"Barber says you came in for a haircut. Agent Kohn attacked you with a pair of scissors.
So you pushed him through a plate glass window. Self-defense." Stahl said. Jax had to play it cool, and not mess this up.
"That's what Floyd saw, I guess that's what happened." Jax told her.
"That's fantastic. Tell me. Are they all just afraid of you or convinced that you are a necessary evil?" Stahl asked.
"You charging me?" Jax asked.
"No charges." Unser answered.
"Why does Kohn have a hard-on for you?" Stahl asked.
"You know why." Jax answered.
"You're right. I do. Tara Knowles. The charming ingenue. High school sweethearts, right?" Stahl asked.
"Yeah."
"She fears for her life so she comes back home to the only man she knows loves her enough to protect her a guy who would have no problem putting a fed through a plate glass window. That's beautiful. Really, it is. I wish I had that kind of pull over someone. You're a lucky man. Having a woman that comes running, because she needs you, and another woman you supposedly love to warm your bed at night." Stahl said, dragging Sophie Winston into this. Sophie didn't need to know about this at all.
"You done?" Jax asked, not wanting to hear her talking more about Sophie.
"Yeah. She's done." Unser answered, and Jax got up from his chair.
"If Sophie asks about this, you don't tell her anything, okay?" Jax told Unser, as they walked out of the room.
"Well, I wish you would've told me that sooner." Unser said, and that's when Jax saw Sophie standing there, waiting for him.
"Shit." Jax mumbled under his breath.
Sophie's p.o.v
I still felt so stupid, when I finally arrived back at my house, I just really wanted to be alone for a while, and told Gemma to go home. This day had just been utter crap, and I just didn't know what to do. I was completely drained, and wanted nothing more than this stupid day to end. I did the only thing I could do, and that was to clean my house. If I would ever make this house into a family home, then I needed to make it look like one. I tried to call Jax a couple of times, but he didn't pick up. He was probably still angry with me for not telling him about Kohn. I know I should've told him about it, but it slipped my mind, when he tried to fuck me into oblivion the other day, and I would never do anything to harm that boy. I loved him as if he was my own, and for all I'm concerned, Abel is my son.
I was just about to finish the largest guest room, when my phone buzzed. I looked at the caller I.D, and saw Unser's name.
"Unser? What's going on?"
"Hey, Sophie. I'm sorry to bother you, but I need you to come down to the station again."
"Why, what's wrong? Did Gemma do something again?"
"No, it's you man this time. He attacked Kohn, and threw him through a window."
"Ugh… I'll be there in about 15 minutes."
I hung up the phone, and swore loudly. I should've known that Jax would go after Kohn, but the question was… did he go after Kohn because of me and Abel, or because of Tara and Abel? That was two different things completely. I got my purse and my keys, and walked out to my car. I let out a sigh, and started to drive towards the sheriff's office. I wasn't sure if Jax wanted me to come and pick him up, but I since Unser called me, I figured I could at least go there, if he didn't want me to be there, he would tell me to leave.
I walked into the station, feeling everyone's eyes on me. It wasn't that long ago, I came in here with Gemma, and she started to shout at Clay. I tried not to be too worked up about it and found my way over to Hale's office. He sat there, doing some kind of report, and looked up when he saw me.
"Hey. What are you doing here?" Hale asked me.
"Unser called. He told me that Jax was here." I said, letting out a sigh.
"Yeah. He and Stahl have him in the interrogation room right now. I don't think he'll get arrested, though." Hale tried to reassure me. "He'll probably go home with you tonight."
"That's good to know." I muttered under my breath.
"Do you want something to drink while you wait?" Hale asked me.
"No, thank you, David. I just want to get Jax, and go home." I answered, before going back outside to wait for him. I don't know how long I had to wait, and took my phone out, to check for messages. I got one from Gemma, wondering if I wanted to come to that fight thing tonight, but I told her no, but not the reason why. Luckily, it didn't seem as if I had to wait too long for Jax. The door opened rather quickly, and I stood up. When Jax saw me, he looked a little guilty, and he was limping a little, do doubt, he was in a slight pain.
"Hey…" He said, as he reached me.
"Are you okay?" I asked, looking at him, but not touching him.
"Yeah, I'm all right." He said, placing his hands in his pockets.
"Good, let's get you home." I said, and started to walk out of the station. Jax caught up with me, and placed his arm around my shoulder. I wanted to shrug it off, but I didn't want to cause a scene right now. I opened the car door for him, so he could get in without hurting his leg even more.
"I need to get you to TM." I said, without looking at him.
"Why?" Jax asked.
"Because that's where my supplies are, and I need to get your leg cleaned up again, you've already bled through it." I said, and that's when Jax noticed it.
"Oh…" Was all he said. I fought the urge to roll my eyes, and just paid attention to the road.
When we reached TM, it was deadly quiet. Everyone was at the boxing match or someplace else, and that's where Jax should be as well.
"Let's go into your room." I said, as I got out of the car. I let him lean on me a little, as we crossed the lot. Not that he needed it, but something told me that he needed me close to him.
"Take off your pants." I ordered before he sat down on the bed.
"Aren't you gonna buy me a beer, darlin?" Jax tried to joke, but I wasn't in the mood for his jokes right now, and gave him a stern look.
"Right." He said, and undid his pants. Luckily, the wound wasn't too deep, and it didn't take long before I could clean it properly.
"He deserved it, you know." Jax said suddenly, and I looked up at him.
"Is that so?" I asked, not entirely convinced.
"After what he did, he should be glad that everything I did, was throwing him out of the window." Jax said, winching a little, as I put a little too much pressure on his wound.
"Is it so bad that I did this for you?" Jax asked me, as I finished putting the band-aid on.
"But you didn't do it for me, did you though?" I asked, looking at him.
"What is that supposed to mean?" He asked.
"You think that I'm that stupid? Do you really think that you didn't do this for Tara?" I asked back with a calm voice, because if I talked any louder, I would explode.
"Why would I care about Tara?" Jax asked me, and I started to count to ten.
"Yeah, why would you? That's a question I've always asked myself. Why would you? You know, when I drove home, after picking your mother's car up at the station, and I saw you two together, my first thought was: Why would you give her a ride, and then it hit me… You were just being nice, but when I saw the way you reacted to the nursery, and how you defended her, it got me thinking. Maybe you do still have feelings for her, and I'm afraid, that if she chooses to hook her claws into you again, that's the last I'll ever see of you, that you would just turn around and not look back. I won't go through that again with you, Jackson." I said, trying not to let my tears get the best of me.
"Sophie. I promise you… you have nothing to worry about when it comes to Tara. You're the one I love." Jax told me, cupping my face in his hands.
"Then tell me right now, look me in the eye, and tell me that you don't have feelings for Tara, that what you felt for her, all those years ago, are gone." I argued softly, and I wanted more than anything, for him to give me what I wanted, but it didn't surprise me that he didn't say anything. That was confirmation enough for me.
"I guess that's my answer." I mumbled.
My phone buzzed, and I saw a cryptic text from Anita. Lowell had gone on a bender, fallen off the wagon, and the only one that could reach out to him, was me. I packed my things together, trying not to look at Jax.
"Hey, Sophie. Don't leave. Not now." Jax pleaded.
"No, Jax. I can't stay here, listening to what you have to say, when you're this conflicted about how you feel. If it's really me you want, then show me, but I know that I can't compete with Tara, I never could. I think I need to be alone tonight, and maybe we could talk tomorrow. Right now, I need to find Lowell, before he kills himself." I said, leaving his room, before he had the chance to argue.
As I reached my car, my phone buzzed again, and this time, it was Clay.
"Clay, I really don't have time for this right now."
"Come meet me at the Vista Hotel. I found Lowell, and he really needs our help, preferably yours."
"I'm on my way."
At least, now I knew where to find him, and I would go and talk to him, hoping that he would consider going to rehab again. One can only hope.
Third person p.o.v
Gemma was cleaning up the nursery back at Jax's house. She could tell how angry and hurt Sophie was, and how all of this was Tara's fault. Gemma had seen the way Jax acted around Tara, and that was troubling her. Clay was there with her, and he just sat there as Gemma ranted on to him.
"She's getting under his skin. I can feel it. It's bad for us. It's bad for Sophie." Gemma said, ripping down the offensive pictures from the wall.
"I'm keeping an eye on it. I'm not gonna let anything turn Jax away from Sam Crow, or Sophie, especially pussy." Clay said, trying to calm his wife down.
"Tara's not pussy. He loved her. Probably still does." Gemma shot back. That was her biggest fear. Even though Jax loved Sophie, she knew that Tara was messing with his head, that she was messing up his feelings.
"Whoa." Tig said as he walked in, seeing what kind of shit went down in that nursery. "Hey. Anita just called. Lowell? M.I.A. She just found Moby in the apartment, crying and locked in the bathroom."
"Shit." Clay exclaimed.
"Yeah. He probably went to Lodi looking to score." Tig said.
"It's not your fault, baby." Gemma told him. "You've been taking care of Lowell since he was 16. You done everything you could. Just some shit you can't escape."
"It's like father, like son." Tig added.
"Yeah. Looks like it's going that way." Clay said, and he did not look forward to this.
"Got to remember what's important. Big picture." Gemma said, and she didn't like this either.
"I'll call the Vista, see if he checked in." Tig said before leaving.
"No one blames you if Lowell don't come home." Gemma told her husband.
"You're forgetting about one…" Clay said. "And that's Sophie."
Gemma didn't like to admit that he was right, but Sophie would care if Lowell disappeared.
Sophie's p.o.v
I drove towards the Vista Hotel as fast as I could. I knew that time was of the essence, and that I needed to get to him quickly. I needed to make sure that he would not harm himself or others.
Luckily, the drive wasn't that long, and I made it to the Vista Hotel within 20 minutes, and I saw Clay's bike on the outside. I'm glad he called me, and not did something drastic, like killing him or something. I'm sure Clay is more than capable to do so.
I jumped out of the car, and on my way here, I had already called the rehab center, telling them that it was a huge possibility that I would arrive with a new patient some time tonight.
I picked up my phone again, to let Clay know that I was here. He told me to go to room 5, so that's what I did. When I got to the door, I could hear Lowell's plead to Clay, telling him to kill him. It broke my heart, knowing that Lowell was hurting like this. I knocked twice, before opening the door. Lowell sat in a corner, crying his eyes out, and Clay stood in the bathroom, flushing his stash down the toilet.
"Hey." I said quietly, and that made Lowell finally looking at me.
"Sophie." He whispered. "Sophie, I messed up." Lowell said, still crying hysterically.
"Sssh… I know, I know, Lowell. But everything is going to be okay." I tried to reassure him.
"How?"
"Well, for starters, I'm gonna take you back to the rehab center, and you're going to do the program again, because I believe in you, and so does Moby." I told him, and by mentioning his son, Lowell started to cry even harder.
"I hurt Moby." He cried, and I turned to Clay for answers.
"Anita found Moby locking in the bathroom, he was crying and hysterical, but he's okay now." Clay told me, and I tried my best, not to cry.
"Oh, Lowell. I'm sure Moby will forgive you." I said, patting his shoulder. "But before he can, let's get you to the rehab center, okay?"
I never thought that Lowell would agree to this, but he nodded his head, and I brought him in for a hug. Lowell was a good man, he had just lost his way for a bit, and I hadn't lost my faith in him, not yet.
"Can you help me, getting him in the car?" I asked Clay, and he nodded. He placed Lowell in the back seat of my car, and I wanted to get Lowell to rehab as soon as possible.
"Are you sure you want to take him all by yourself? I could call someone to come and help you, Juice isn't doing anything today. I could always get Happy to meet you half way there." Clay said.
"I'm sure I'll be fine, it's just half an hour drive from Lodi, but I'm sure I can tell that to Happy myself, when I find him following me out of Lodi." I answered, knowing that Clay would send Happy after me no matter what I said. Clay gave me a kiss on the cheek, before I drove off. Lowell laid there in the back seat, shivering for the withdrawal I knew he was experiencing. He wrapped the blanket tighter around him, and passed out by the time I entered the outline of the city. This was for the best. Lowell needed to get well, so he could be there for his son. He needed this. A few miles down the road, I saw a bike following me, and as I suspected, Happy was following me, making sure that I made it to the rehab center without any problems on the way.
Third person p.o.v
Gemma was still at Jax's house, and she was not sure why, maybe a part of her wanted to see if Jax would stop by. She wanted to talk to him about all of this. About Tara, and how she would eventually mess every form of progress her son had with Sophie. Her prayers were answered, as Jax walked into the nursery.
"Why aren't you at the fight?" Gemma asked, not that surprised with seeing him alone without Sophie.
"I've had my share for the day. I even got told off by Sophie." Jax said, kissing his mother's cheek.
"Yeah. Your leg okay?"
"Yeah. Sophie made sure of that before she bailed." Jax said, leaning against the crib.
"Where's the doctor?" Gemma asked him.
"I don't know."
"Where you going with that, Jax?" Gemma asked worried.
"Nowhere. Why does everyone keep asking me that?" Jax said irritated.
"I don't believe that. I've seen the two of you together. See how you act around her. She's still got ties in you." Gemma said softly. She never expected her son to respond with anger.
"You know what? I don't give a shit what you think. What I do, what Tara does- it's not your business. Or Sophie's." Jax practically hissed at his mother.
"Cleaning up piss and broken cribs, that's my business? Sophie taking care of your son, no questions asked." Gemma argued.
"No one asked you to take this on. This house, this kid. It's not your burden. It's mine." Jax said, ready to leave.
"Jackson Nathaniel Teller! If you do anything to hurt Sophie, the one you always loved, the one you always compared Tara to, if you mess this up by pursuing said woman, and it all comes back to bite you in the ass, if we lose Sophie again, I will never forgive you. Sophie is your world, Tara is just a distraction. What man do you want to be?" Gemma asked him. Jax didn't turn around, but he took every word his mother said to him, and he knew that she was right. Tara was the distraction, no matter what.
Jax knew that it was a stupid idea, coming here. But he needed to talk to Tara, before things went too far. He loved Sophie, and he always compared every girl he was with, including Tara, to Sophie. And now that he had her, he didn't want to look at anyone but her. But having Tara this close, messed him up. Jax sat on her doorstep, waiting for Tara to come home. After about 10 minutes of waiting, the sound of her car hit the streets.
"Jesus. Are you okay?" Tara asked, as she got out of the car.
"Yeah."
"Hale told me what happened." Tara said, sitting down next to him.
"Kohn's gone. I watched him leave town, when Sophie drove me home." Jax told her, not missing a beat.
"Thank you." Tara said, trying to touch him, but he moved away from her.
"What is it?" She asked, not understanding his behavior.
"You left Chicago 'cause you were afraid this guy was gonna hurt you." Jax said, to sum up what she had told him.
"One of the reasons." Tara agreed.
"Did you come back here 'cause you knew I'd hurt this guy - do what the cops wouldn't do? That I would do this and magically come back to you?" Jax asked harshly.
"God, no. I had no idea he would follow me. I didn't know you'd even still be here, and even if you were, I thought you'd be married to Sophie by now." Tara argued.
Jax had this feeling about her not telling him the whole truth, and he felt stupid for using his time, sitting here, when he could be with the person he loved the most beside his own kid. He needed to get out of here.
"Well, you're safe now." Jax said, and left before she could say anything else. Tara didn't like that Jax was poking around the real truth of her being back. She really had hoped that Kohn would follow her, and that by getting Jax to help her, he would finally leave Sophie behind and be happy with herself instead. She had been moving too fast, and needed to slow down, now that her leverage was escorted out of town.
Sophie's p.o.v
This day had been the longest day she had ever had. When she finally got Lowell to rehab, he had refused to go in, and I used about two hours to convince him to let me help him. Happy told me that he wanted me to stay at his place tonight, and not drive back to Charming, but I wanted to go home.
I drove by my house, but when I saw that the driveway was empty, I knew that Jax wasn't there, because I told him not to be here. And now, I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep without him. I let out a tired sigh, and drove towards TM.
It was a huge party going on after the boxing games, but I wasn't in the mood for anything like that now. Jax was standing at the bar with some of the sons, and he could sense me coming in. He turned to look at me, and he could tell by my expressions how tired I was.
"Hey, Sophie. What are you doing here?" Jax asked me, holding his distance from me.
"I'm going to sleep. I didn't want to stay at my house alone, so I'm just going to crash here." I said and walked into Jax's room. Luckily, the noise wasn't that bad back here, and I could easily fall asleep here. I sat down on the bed, ready to get changed, when my phone started to ring. I looked down at the number, and saw Anita calling. I sighed, and picked it up.
"Hey, Anita."
"Sophie?"
"Moby? What are you doing up, little man?"
"I know it's late, but I wanted to talk to you. You said that if I ever needed it, I could always call you."
"Of course, sweetheart. What can I do for you?"
"I know my daddy got sick again, and I know he didn't mean to lock me in the bathroom, and I want to thank you for saving my daddy. You took him to a place to make him better, right?"
"Yes, Moby, I did. And I will always help you, okay? Whatever you need."
"Okay. Can you come with me, so I can see daddy?"
"When that day comes, I will take you, I promise."
"Okay… I think I'll go to bed now."
"That sounds like a good idea, buddy."
"Good night, Sophie. I love you."
The call ended before I could reply, and my tears were streaming down my face. That little boy was amazing, and I really hoped it would work this time. I hated being this sad all the time, and I wondered if this was all worth it. I tried to wipe away the tears, but it wasn't that easy. I gave up and just changed into my pajamas. I crawled under the sheets, and just let the tears run its course.
Suddenly, I heard the door opened, then closed and locked. I didn't even turn around to know who it was. Jax sighed and just removed his clothes. He jumped into bed next to me, and wrapped his arms around me, holding me as close to him as he could. He didn't turn me around, or anything. He just held me.
"I heard what you did for Lowell. It was a great thing you did, and I'm so proud of you." Jax whispered in my ear. "You're it for me, baby. You're stuck with me."
For some reason, I believed him when he said that. I turned around in his arms, and buried my face into his neck, wanting to take his scent in. Jax let me settle down like that and he just stroked my hair, occasionally kissing my forehead.
"I love you, Sophie Winston."
Was the last words I heard, before falling asleep.
There you have it. Did you like this chapter? I know Sophie seem all over the place, but let's face it: she is... She knows how Jax feels about her, and she also know that there's a possibility that Jax still has some kind of feelings for Tara as well. Anyways... give me your thoughts and I hope I don't use too much time on the next chapter.
Up next: Kohn might not be as gone as they want him to, and Sophie run into someone she really doesn't want to ever see. How will this turn out? Stay tuned.
Until next time xD
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*MissTeller-Ortiz-Dixon: Thank you so much! I love Sophie and Jax together as well, but Tara is still out there, making evil plans.. will she succeed? Who knows?
*Momoftwins1970: Thank you so much! I know, right? I don't like her that much either. Is it wrong for me to say that I kinda hate her? You and I both know, with Jax and Sophie, something has to go wrong, before it can go smoothly.
*Jeffyzfavoriteskittles27: Thank you so much! I'm glad you think that she fits the story good. That's all I want.. I wish I could say that I won't disappear from time to time, but I do.. sorry about that...