The screams from the Teller household were loud and strained. Even from the passenger seat of the SUV Gemma could hear Tara yelling at Jax. A small whine came from the bundle in her arms, drawing her attention away from the house to her squirming grandson. Rocking her grandson in one hand she ran the other across his head and face in attempt to sooth his whines. A smile spread to her face as she placed a kiss on his forehead just as his eyes closed and he drifted to sleep. Gemma continues to look down at her first grandchild her concentration only breaking with the sound of the house door being slammed shut and the verbal fight spilling out to the driveway. An angry brunette dressed in scrubs was the first to come out carrying a box filled with clothes, blonde leather clad Jax followed closely behind holding another box. Her smile grew larger as she watched the now ex couple continue to argue. She could see her son begin to lose his control as Tara dropped her box and began to get in his face.

"I don't fucking understand? You going to give me the 'MC life' talks again? I've heard enough of that fucking speech from your mother." Tara yelled, before turning her attention at Gemma. "You can't even wipe that smirk of your face can you Gemma? You're so fucking happy to see me go. Now you can have your perfect SAMCRO family."

Gemma continued to smirk as Tara stared her down, "Need help packing sweetheart?"

"You just don't stop do you? My god you are a bitch."

Tara bent down to pick up the box of clothes and threw the box in her car, before turning to Jax and yanking the other box out of his hand, tossing it back with the other one.

"Tara…" Jax started.

"Go to hell Jackson and take that whore with you."

Tara got into the cutlass, slamming the door and peeling out of the driveway. Jax ran a hand through his blonde hair before hopping into the driver's seat of the SUV.

"That went better than expected."

Jax turned his head giving his mother an annoyed looked.

"Yeah, and you really helped."

"Not my fault she was waiting for us to pick up Abel from Neeta. She can't expect me to sit back and let her attack Juliet when she's not here to defend herself."

"Ma, the shit you said to her was unnecessary."

"It's the truth."

"Doesn't mean she needed to hear it. Maybe you could have been a little nicer."

"Maybe you shouldn't have waited three days to tell her you were taking care of Juliet."A smirk reemerged on Gemma's face; she always had to have the last word.

Pulling up to Juliet's house mother and son spotted the matte black Harley Dyna parked in the drive way, it contrasted the silver Mercedes. The rider of the bike was leaning against it, matching the menacing looking bike as smoked whirled around him from the burning cigarette between his lips. As the pair parked the car and stepped out they could feel the rage reverberating off Tig Trager. Gemma could tell Tig was furious about Juliet's condition and made the decision to walk swiftly inside leaving Jax and Tig alone.

"Did that fucking porn producer attack Juliet?" Tig gritted, his whole body tightening up.

"Yes."

"How the fuck did you let this happen?"

"You think if I had known he'd beat the shit out of her I would have let it happen?"

"With the way you treat her I'm not too fucking sure you wouldn't."

"I would never hurt Juliet."

"Every time she's involved with you she ends up in the goddamn hospital! Stop being a pussy and handle it."

Something inside Jax snapped at Tig's words. In a split second Jax threw himself at Tig grabbing by his cut. Their faces were centimeters apart, both men ready to fight.

"You want me to handle it? Then we do it my way. You got that?"

"I got it. But if you don't get your damn hands off my cut I'll put you in a grave with Caruso. "

The two men stood still, eyes refusing to break contact. After a moment of silence Jax released Tig, but that didn't stop him from scowling.

"We can't put that piece of shit in the ground without Stahl coming back."

"Then what do you suggest Prince?"

"Heard there is a sale on baseball bats."

Two women watched the confrontation from the upstairs window. If there was one thing that could bring the VP and the SSgt Arms together it was Juliet, but she also had the power to tear them apart. Gemma watched the young woman as she stared down at Jax jump into the SUV and follow Tig down the road. Juliet knew Jax and that they were heading to avenge her, she was sure it was the only reason Tig didn't punch Jax for touching him. Gemma pulled the curtain back slightly, leaning into the window to watch her son drive away.

"How long do you think they'll get along this time?" Gemma asked, not bothering to back to Juliet.

"Depends on how far the ride is from Georgie's is to the clubhouse."

Juliet turned away from the window and climbed back into bed as Gemma began to slowly and painfully walk away. Juliet couldn't help but cringe as she watched the matriarch's attempt at being strong and showing no pain or fear.

"Gemma…You need to talk to somebody about what happened…It doesn't mean you're weak. What you went through…"

"That's why I got you."

"Gem…"

"You stay there; I'll make us some tea."

There was no use in arguing with the queen and even if she tried it would be no use. Gemma needed to take care of something other than herself. As long as she didn't focus on the rape she could be strong. She could get through it, she was the SAMCRO Queen.

Juliet was thankful for the quiet uneventful night, Jax had yet to come back to pick up Abel; leaving grandma and grandson to occupy the spare room in her house. It was a battle but Juliet had eventually been able to convince Gemma to relax and get into her spare bed. After grabbing a cup of steaming mint tea from the kitchen, she wandered into the spare bedroom to check on the pair. Although Gemma was sleeping, she still held onto Abel as if he were her safety blanket protecting her from the horrors of the real world. The four month year old boy was the reason the 51 year old grandmother would survive the torture she went through. If Juliet had only learned one thing in all of her 29 years of being around the matriarch was that Mrs. Teller Morrow would die for her family and the club before any harm came to them; it was a trait Juliet admired and loathed at the same time. This was the reason that Gemma refused to seek help or tell her husband and son about the attack. Juliet would admit that Gemma's best and worst trait had rubbed off on her, but she would argue that she had at least told the important people in her life what happened. Closing the door to the spare bedroom, Juliet snuck quietly down the hall back to her bedroom trying not to disturb the little peace Gemma was getting. To her dismay the ringing of her cell phone disturbed the silence of the night; looking at the name flashing on the screen of her iPhone she could see it was Jax.

"Am I relieved of babysitting duties now?" She answered.

"Not yet…I'm gonna need you to come to the clubhouse and switch into nurse mode."

Her stomach felt as though it had dropped to the floor; sending a silent prayer that another had not been hurt in a message to the club. With a deep breath, she calmed herself.

"What happened?"

"Bobby got shot."

"WHAT?"

"He'll be fine, Chibs is taking care of him, just need you to help stitch him up."

"Alright, we'll be there soon."

She didn't wait for Jax to reply before she hung up the phone and headed back to the room where Gemma and Abel were sleeping. Walking slowly to the bed she fought the natural instincts to shake the her awake.

"Gem…" She started, before slightly resting her hand on the older woman's shoulder.

It seemed as though the moment her hand touched the shoulder Gemma shot awake.

"I'm sorry…But we got to go to the garage."

"Why? What's going on?"

"Bobby got shot."

"Jesus Christ."