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A/N: As promised, here is part two of Jax and Jolene's Nevada adventure, Opie and Donna's wedding. It's sentimental and sweet, but Opie and Donna were one of my favs and I am still in mourning over her death, so I thought they deserved a little happiness in my AU of SOA.
This being Jax and Jolene's story, this chapter is still rated "M" for coarse language, adult situations, and girl-on-girl violence (Venetiangrl92, you know exactly what I'm talking about!).
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Jolene smiled to herself as she heard Jax's even and deep breaths as he slept. He was dead to the world and who could blame him? After his long, brutal night in the ring, they had arrived in Reno early in the morning the following day. While Jolene and Donna had run around town getting the final preparations for the wedding in order, Jax had spent most of the day getting some well-deserved rest after his victories for the Club, not to mention his personal victory over Kyle Hobart. He was sore and bruised up, but thank goodness, no broken bones. Too bad Kozik, with his broken nose and Kyle, with a couple of broken ribs, Jolene laughed to herself snarkily, couldn't say the same. Finished with her hair, Jolene pulled off the towel wrapped around her body and dropped it on the bed. She slipped into her underwear and was about to jump into her blue chiffon, one-shoulder Grecian-style dress when she heard Jax stir in the bed.
"Whoa, slow down, darlin'," He managed a lecherous smile even though he was still groggy from sleep. "I was enjoying the show."
"You're awake." Jolene smiled. "I was afraid you had slipped into a sex-induced coma." After spending the day with Donna, Jolene had returned to the motel yesterday afternoon and discovered a well-rested and wide-awake Jax eager for some "quality time" with his old lady. Needless to say, neither one had left the room since.
Jolene finished pulling on her dress and smoothed down the mid-thigh length hemline. Sensing the danger as she hovered over Jax to drop a kiss on his lips, she narrowly escaped as she dodged his sleepy grasp.
"Come here," Jax reached for her. "I've got morning wood."
"How is that different from afternoon and evening wood?" Jolene laughed. "I swear, I think you walk around with a permanent erection."
"I do and it's your fault, so you should feel sorry for me and ease my suffering, darlin'." Jax kidded, pulling himself up into a sitting position as he lit a cigarette. "It's not easy walking around like this all the time, considering the kinda heat I'm packing."
"And you're modest, too." Jolene teased. "Seriously, though. Get your ass up and into a cold shower. We should have been ready 30 minutes ago. Don't want any runaway brides or grooms getting cold feet if we keep them waiting too long."
She sat down at the foot of the bed on Jax's side to put on a pair of dangling silver earrings, her head slightly tilted to the side, and her luxurious hair cascading over her shoulder, almost touching the bed.
"You look fuckin' gorgeous, Jo." Jax couldn't keep himself from saying. Jolene turned towards him and dazzled him with her beautiful, bright smile.
"And you have bed head." She kidded.
Jax laughed. "That's cuz I was thoroughly and awesomely fucked last night by someone who loves pulling on my hair."
"You're welcome." Jolene got up and dropped a kiss on his lips. "Now get up! We're gonna be late getting to the chapel."
Jax put out his cigarette and jumped out of bed. Jolene smirked. He wasn't kidding about the morning wood.
"Last chance before I jump in the shower." Jax offered, winking at her.
"Tempting, but you'll ruin my picture perfect hair. I might even forgo a helmet today."
"No you won't." Jax replied as he headed to the bathroom. "You could go without underwear, though." He slapped her ass as he passed her.
"Ow!" Jolene smiled, rubbing her butt cheek. "I know you'd love the easy access, but I can't do that." Jolene stated.
"And why not?" Jax pouted.
"If I have to get on and off the back of your bike today, I'd rather keep my muffin under wraps, if you don't mind."
"You mean my muffin." Jax grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in for a kiss. "I only let you borrow it."
"Awww, you're such a romantic." Jolene smoothed down his wayward hair. "Now, stop trying to poke your muffin and get into the shower." She pushed him away and gave his bare ass a resounding smack as he turned.
"Oh, you are in so much trouble, darlin'." He laughed, pointing a finger at her. "Once we ditch the newlyweds, you're gonna get it and I'm gonna give it to ya." He threatened good-naturedly, before slamming the bathroom door and jumping in the shower.
Watching Opie pace back and forth in the vestibule of the Arch of Reno Wedding Chapel was making Jax nervous.
"I don't think the good Reverend Lovejoy back there's gonna appreciate you wearing a hole in his carpet." Jax observed as Opie appeared to get more and more agitated as the minutes ticked by like hours, at least as far as Opie was concerned. Even in the air-conditioned chapel, Opie could feel his sweat pooling under his arms, leaving pit stains in his pressed white-collared shirt underneath his cut. Jax chuckled to himself at the look on Opie's face, which could only be described as panicked elation bordering on murderous rage. "Bro, will you calm down?"
"I'll calm down when I see Donna." Opie replied. "She was supposed to be down twenty minutes ago, Jax. How long does it take a broad to get dressed?"
"Are you kidding? Jo had at least an hour head start on me this morning and I was still ready before she was finished putting on her make-up." Jax clapped his best friend on the back. "Look, Donna's right upstairs, getting ready. She's not going anywhere. She just wants everything to be perfect, especially since she's pissed at me for ruining your wedding pictures with my banged up face. Relax and let's go outside, grab a smoke. She'll be down before ya know it, so let's enjoy your last moments of freedom, a'ight?"
"Yeah, you're right, brother." Opie said, letting himself be led outside where they each lit up a cigarette. "These pre-wedding jitters are killing me. I haven't slept or eaten in the last two days and my nerves are shot."
"You better not let that get around the Clubhouse." Jax said and they both laughed. Opie was grateful having his best friend there as his best man. No one else would ever understand what he was going through. "Look, brother-to-brother, are you sure you're ready for this? Marriage? A baby? That's some intense shit, each on its own, man, but everything happening all at once?" Jax asked. He knew Ope loved Donna and was happy about the baby, but he wouldn't be doing his job as best man if he didn't ask. Besides, it would take Opie's mind off whether Donna was trying to climb out a second story bathroom window.
Taking a long drag from his cigarette, Opie nodded his head. "Jax, I've been ready for this for a long time." He started, exhaling a large plume of blue smoke. It wasn't regret that had him tied up in knots. He was worried that maybe Donna was having second thoughts. "Donna's close to her family. I just don't want her regretting doing it this way."
"She won't, man." Jax encouraged. "Donna lights up the minute you walk into the room. She loves you, bro. Her parents will come around and if they don't, she's gonna have more family than she bargained for with SAMCRO."
"Don't tell her that shit!" Opie laughed. "But if there's an outsider alive that can handle it, though, it's her. She's all spine, that woman. Even after I came clean about the Club, she stuck it out. Let me knock her up." He smiled. "I need her in my life, Jax. I need her to keep me sane and whole. I would do anything to keep her, to be the man that gets to love her and protect her. I'm sure you know the feeling."
"Yeah, I do." Jax smiled, thinking of his beautiful Jolene. If he could, he'd travel back in time and kick his own ass for almost not giving them a chance to happen and letting her slip away. "You got her now, bro and, if it'll make you feel any better, I can go stand at the back entrance, tackle her if she tries to make a run for it." He kidded.
Suddenly, the chapel's wooden front door flew open and there was Jolene. "Oh, thank God!" She put her hand over her rapidly beating heart. "I have a pregnant bride on the verge of a nervous breakdown thinking she just got stood up at the altar."
"Oh shit!" Opie threw down his cigarette and rushed into the chapel, past Jolene.
Seeing her "picture perfect" hair now pulled back into a messy chignon, Jax smiled at how frazzled she looked. "How ya holding up, darlin'?" He entered the chapel and grabbed onto Jolene, his hands on her hips, slowly inching their way dangerously low on her ass.
She smiled as she used her hands to fan away the light sheen of perspiration on her forehead. "Better now that I found Ope. Shit, I thought eloping was supposed to be less stressful." Jolene replied.
"It is, for all the lucky assholes that aren't here." Jax shook his head, his eyes wide. "I could use a drink or two."
"Or seven." Jolene agreed.
The chapel was pretty much what one would expect from a quickie wedding chapel in Reno. The pews on either side of the room were barely wide enough to accommodate two and the aisle was covered by a red carpet that had seen better days. It's not a horrible place, Jolene thought to herself. She had only wished she had been able to talk the Reverend's wife Rosalind into ordering real flowers to decorate the altar with, instead of the dusty silk ones on display now. Rosalind, who looked to be about 30 years younger than the Reverend refused, claiming that it was too late to order fresh flowers in time without paying a hefty price. Jolene had a feeling that they were being suckered into coughing up more dough. She had been willing to go to bat for Donna by throwing a Gemma-like tantrum she had been holding up her sleeve for moments like these, but Donna had begged her to let it go, afraid Jolene would get them banned from the Arch of Reno Wedding Chapel the day before her wedding.
After getting the bride and groom to reconnect after Donna's near meltdown when they couldn't find Opie, Jax and Jolene were now standing at the altar, each on either side of the elderly Reverend Lovejoy as Opie and Donna stood before him clasping hands. The Reverend was addressing them, reading a poem about love, strength, and fidelity from a book he held in his slightly shaky hands, as Opie drank Donna in. She was a delicate vision in a beautiful yet simple white organza gown with a sweetheart neckline and a chin length tulle veil draped over the curls in her hair that had taken Jolene forever to get just right.
Feeling the love rolling off of her dear friends, Jolene was smiling to herself, Jax noticed. As was normally the case, Jax could never bring himself to focus on anyone else when she was in the room, no matter what was going on. She was holding two small bouquets of roses, hers red and Donna's white, but every so often she'd bring a delicate, well-manicured index finger up to her nostrils in an effort to stifle a sniffle. Jax, standing with his hands clasped by the wrist in front of his cut, couldn't help but smile at his sentimentally sweet old lady. Almost like she could feel his eyes focused on her instead of the ceremony, she looked at him to nod towards the happy couple and get him to focus on what was being said. Instead, with their eyes clashing, Jolene could see a multitude of unspoken promises in his gaze as he silently mouthed "I love you" at her. Jolene smiled before mouthing back "I love you more."
"Dear friends," the Reverend snapped his book closed, breaking the spell Jax and Jolene had put each other under, refocusing them on Opie and Donna. "Out of affection for Donna and Harry, you have gathered here today to witness their mutual vows, which will unite them in marriage. To this moment, they bring the fullness of their hearts as a treasure to share with one another. They bring their dreams, which will bind them together. They bring that particular personality and spirit which is uniquely their own, out of which the reality of their life will grow. We celebrate with them this union of hearts, a union created by friendship, respect, and most of all love, and now we will witness as they put into words the love and devotion they have for each other." He recited with his frail hand over his heart.
Donna was beaming, her eyes wide, blue pools as she looked up at Opie. "Today, Opie, I join my life to yours, not merely as your wife, but as your friend, your lover, and your confidant. Let me be the shoulder you lean on always, the rock on which you rest, the heart in which you will always find solace and love. Let me be the companion of your life, as with you I will ride my path through life, with the wind whipping through my hair, from this day forward and will remain faithful to you all the days of our lives." She gave his hand a light squeeze. Jax stole another glance at Jolene, a slight smile tugging on his lips again as she desperately tried to blink away the tears already dangerously close to falling.
Hardly believing that they had made it to this point, Opie closed his eyes and took and a deep breath. "Donna, I can't put into words how much I love you. You've seen me at my best and my worst and in spite of it all, here you stand before me. In your hands you are truly holding my heart and my heart will be yours forever. I am so happy to take you as my wife and to have you as the mother of my children. Your heart is pure and I know you will be the perfect and loving mother that they deserve, the kind of mother I had always wanted for myself, which is why I will always love you and protect you and our children forever. I love you more than my Harley." He smiled, provoking a raised eyebrow from the Reverend. "I love you more than my leather, and I promise to take you anywhere we can ride on two wheels, so please hold onto my heart and ride with me, always and forever.
"May I have the rings, please?" Rev. Lovejoy smiled.
Turning to Jax, Opie's eyes grew wide as Jax patted his cut and his pants' pocket before cocking a grin at Opie and pulling from his back pocket a small black velvet box. Opening it, he passed it to Opie. Pulling his ring for Donna before she got the chance to see it, Opie offered her his, a simple but heavy gold band, to hold.
"Do you, Harry Winston, take Donna Lerner to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
"I do." Opie beamed as he gently slipped the delicate diamond encrusted gold ring on Donna's third finger. Donna gasped, her free hand holding Opie's ring flying to her mouth.
"Do you, Donna Lerner, take Harry Winston to be your lawfully wedded husband?"
"I do." She almost whispered, the tears in her eyes almost blinding her as, with her hands trembling, she put the ring on Opie's finger.
"May your love grow ever stronger as you share your lives together and may your future be even more wonderful than you ever dreamed possible. You have made your promises and exchanged your rings. By the power vested in me by the State of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your beautiful bride!"
Without hesitation, Opie swept Donna into his arms. With Jax and Jolene watching, as they reached for and grasped each other's hand, their near-lifelong friends enjoyed their first kiss as Mr. and Mrs. Harry Winston.
Clay had met with Jury early in the morning the day the Club was to head back to Charming. With the distribution of the Irish hardware complete, Jury and the Tribe had proven to be an asset to SAMCRO in Northern Nevada. With their various strip clubs, brothels, and bars throughout Indian Hills and local law enforcement on the Tribe's payroll, and the city council president's passion for the young and nubile catered to, Clay and Jury discussed ways for both clubs to mutually benefit from a partnership. Shaking on it, both MC Presidents made a promise to keep in touch should there ever be a need for hardware in these parts, with a hefty finder's fee attached.
By the time Jax and Opie pulled into the Devil's Tribe parking lot, most of the SOA charters had already hit the road with their share of merch. Jax pulled up along side Jolene's Mustang. Sliding the backpack's handles off her shoulders, Jolene let the bag fall on the ground before she jumped off and removed her helmet. Jax quickly removed his and, still sitting on his bike, made a grab for Jolene before she headed inside.
"Past three days were fuckin' awesome, darlin'." Jax smiled as Jolene rubbed the hair on his face with both hands before tugging on his goatee, bringing his lips to hers. "Owww!" He laughed as Jolene enveloped his mouth.
"You know the minute we step foot inside that clubhouse, it'll be back to reality for the both of us." Jolene started and Jax nodded. "I kinda liked having you all to myself."
"Me, too." Jax ran his hand through her silky hair. "When does school start up again?" He asked.
"Day after Labor Day." Jolene replied, draping her arms over his shoulders.
"That's next Tuesday, Jo." He stated, the disappointment clear in his voice.
"I know, baby. I'm not happy about it either, but we'll just have to make the most of our time between now and then." Jolene stated.
Letting his hands fall to her waist, Jax searched Jolene's face. Through narrowed eyes, she realized he had something to say, but was looking for a way to say it. "What is it, baby?" Jolene cupped his face in her hands.
He had been thinking about talking to her about this since the day before. The thought had popped into his head during Donna and Opie's wedding. What he was going to ask, he had requested of only one other woman before and, even though it had meant the world to him at the time, it had not been enough to keep her in Charming. Jax had convinced himself in Reno to wait, but arriving at Uncle Jury's, Jax realized that every charter had taken off with the exception of Tacoma, which meant Happy was still around. Taking it as a sign, Jax grabbed Jolene's hands in his and smiled.
"Jo, you know how I feel about you, right?" He asked before kissing her fingers, the memory of her caresses seared into his soul.
Jolene smiled. "I do, but I love hearing it as often as possible."
"How about seeing it, any time you want, even when I'm not around to tell ya?" Jax asked. Letting go of his hands, Jolene suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged herself tightly against his body, her eyes welling up with tears.
"You want me to get inked with your crow?" She almost whispered, the sensation of her warm breath against his ear sending shivers down his spine.
Snaking his arms around her waist, Jax squeezed Jolene to the point he was afraid he was hurting her. "Yeah, I do, darlin'."
The sound of incoming bikes had roused the few remaining party stragglers from the night before, including Wendy, who had lingered behind in hopes of catching a ride out of town with someone, anyone. Had she known Jax Teller had planned on heading to Reno a few days back, she would have asked to hitch a ride, but according to Kyle, Jax had taken his old lady with him. Wendy didn't remember seeing Jax with any old lady, even though several of the girls swore she had made an appearance on fight night. Jax and his friend Opie had left early the following day, too early for Wendy or any of her cohorts to actually witness the so-called SAMCRO Princess, Jolene Morrow. She had heard rumors that Jax would be returning some time today to ride back home with his Club. Maybe she could cop some alone time with Jax and convince him to let her hitch a ride on his bike. Kyle had all but tossed her aside after his fight with Jax, preferring the company of Kasey, the blonde stripper that had finally taken pity on him and spent the next few days nursing him back to health. Nothing new there. Wendy had grown accustomed to being used and forgotten by the many men who had passed through her life. However, as cranked-out of her fucking mind as she was, Wendy believed that Charming sounded like a fairytale place, the place in which she believed she was destined to turn her life around.
During the past three days, Wendy had hooked up with her fair share of bikers, Sons as well as the Tribe. Each one had blown her off as soon as they had pulled up their pants and she started talking about turning her life around in Tacoma, Tucson, or wherever they happened to be from. Even though she hadn't spoken to Jax Teller or been anywhere near his orbit on fight night, she could see he was different from all the others. There was no mistaking he was an outlaw, as evidenced by the holster he wore under his cut and the KA-BAR he kept strapped to his right leg, but he looked like what she would imagine the Prince of Charming to look like, even though she was sure Kyle was being condescending when he called him that.
Wendy was sitting at one of the high-top tables in the back of the room, facing the bar, and had a clear view of the entrance when Jax sauntered in with his arm draped over the shoulders of a raven-haired beauty with the most striking green eyes she's ever seen. Wendy's back stiffened. The girl didn't look familiar. Wendy was sure she would have remembered seeing her around the Clubhouse these past few days. Laughing softly out loud to herself, Wendy was sure as hell that was not his old lady, Clay Morrow's daughter. She was way too gorgeous to share the same DNA with the SAMCRO Prez, who looked a few chromosomes shy of dragging his knuckles on the ground.
"That's her." Paulette, one of Jury's hookers, nudged her arm as she climbed onto the chair next to Wendy. It was pathetic, but Jax Teller's elusive old lady had been the hot topic of conversation among the sweetbutts and pass-arounds these past few days. Some had claimed to have seen them together, with others claiming to have heard from other Club members that she wasn't the mutt Kyle had made her out to be.
"What?" Wendy crowed disbelievingly. "You're fuckin' with me." She said as she watched the bar come to life with drinks being passed around. Clay, his VP, the fat one everyone called Bobby Elvis, the scary one with the crazy eyes, and the Scotsman were all clapping Jax's friend on the back, toasting him and a petite brunette he held against his side possessively.
"Nah," Paulette was shaking her head as she took a drag from her long, thin cigarette. "Heard it from Jury himself. He loves Jax Teller like a son and was going on and on about his old lady. How beautiful and smart and funny she was. I swear, Kyle's an asshole. He's probably just jealous someone snagged her before he had the chance, cuz if she's ugly, than that weave of yours is made from real hair."
"Hey!" Wendy protested, patting down her highlighted extensions with fingers tipped with talon-like red acrylic nails. The lady at the salon swore no one would be able to tell the hair was synthetic. Wendy turned her attention back to the bar just in time to see the young woman Jax had walked in with wrap her arms around Clay Morrow's midsection as he grabbed her hand and playfully looked at her ring finger before giving her a tight squeeze and a kiss on the forehead.
"See," Paulette nodded towards them. "Told ya."
"Just cuz Clay Morrow hugged her doesn't mean he's her father." Wendy protested.
"He better be." Paulette insisted. "Honey, I've been around the MC world long enough to know that old ladies are off-limits. Unless a man's related to her, old ladies don't exist unless she wants to be the reason her old man ends up fuckin' up one of his own club brothers. That's her daddy and Jax Teller is her old man, so if your plan was relocating to Charming, find yourself another Son to latch onto."
Wendy pulled a cigarette out of her pack and lit up. "Even is she is, look at her! She's too fuckin' young." She was incredulous. "And look at him! What can she possibly know about satisfying a man like that? She's just a baby."
Paulette shrugged her shoulders. "He don't seem to be complaining, or looking for someone to take care of business." They watched as Jolene slipped onto the bar stool with Jax standing in front of her. He couldn't keep his hands off of her face, her hair, even copping a furtive feel as he alternated whispering in her ear and nipping at her lobe as she laughed.
"Bullshit," Wendy said. "I betcha the minute the old lady's away, he's gonna wanna play." Of that she was certain. What made Jax Teller different from any other man when it came to their dicks?
Paulette jumped off her stool. "Hey, it's your funeral." She muttered under her breath as she strutted across the bar and disappeared to the back.
There were three things Jolene was quickly learning about pregnant women: they had no shame when it came to farting, they ate a lot, and they peed even more. After spending 20 minutes digging through the Tribe's bare-bones kitchen for something for Donna to eat, Donna was now dragging her back to the bathroom. In spite of their marriage announcement, Donna still wasn't comfortable navigating around an MC clubhouse by herself. She would get to that point, Jolene assured her. Opie was a beloved member of the Club. His father was First 9. His brothers would watch out for her and protect her as they did Gemma, Luann, and now Jolene.
After making sure Donna had emptied her bladder for the last time before their trip back to Charming, Jolene was making her way back from the hallway bathroom and entered the bar area looking for Jax. Stopping dead in her tracks, Donna bumped into her from behind nearly knocking them both over.
"What happened?" Donna asked, her hands instinctively hovering over her yet-to-make-an-appearance baby bump.
Jolene, hand on her hip, nodded over to the bar. "Take a look at this shit." She said through clenched teeth, pointing at Wendy, who practically had Jax pinned against the bar.
"Holy shit, Jo!" Donna exclaimed in a loud whisper, shocked not only by what she was seeing, but also by the fact that Opie was just shaking his head with a slight grin on his face as he sipped his beer.
Lounging at a small table by the entrance having a last round of beers before hitting the road, Tig nudged Happy and pointed at Jolene. "Incoming." He laughed.
Looking towards Jolene as she stood seething at the door, her chest causing a distraction as it heaved, Happy raised one eyebrow. "What's going down, brother?" He asked in his gravelly voice.
Tig chuckled. "I'll tell you what's going down. There's about to be a 'ho down in about 30 seconds." He exclaimed, patting the pockets of his cut. "Damn, where's my phone. This shit right here is bound to be a Kodak moment."
"Come on," Wendy offered, trying to entice Jax into having a drink with her. "Just one beer." She was standing too close and Jax was trying to put her off without losing his temper.
"I have a beer and I'm not interested in anything else, ok?" Always the outlaw gentleman, Jax tried putting her down easy, but the bitch wasn't taking no for an answer.
Running her hand along the front of his cut and down his arm, Wendy threw Jax a wink and a smile. "How about something else, off the menu?" She offered knowingly. "Anything at all." She said. Jax was about to lose his shit as her hand was about to connect with his junk, when Wendy suddenly jerked forward, her head slamming face first onto the bar. Jax and Opie, with his beer stopped in midair, halfway to his mouth, watched as Jolene yanked her backwards and kicked her feet out from underneath her, causing Wendy hit the ground with a thud, minus a few hair extensions.
Slightly horrified and equally mesmerized by his wildly beautiful old lady, Jax watched as Jolene threw the locks of synthetic hair on the floor and proceeded to straddle Wendy, her small, balled up fist connecting with her cheek. Suddenly, the bar came to life with catcalls and whistles as Wendy tried desperately to cover her face, which only opened her up to body blows, and Jolene was not above punching a fellow female in the tits. Doing a fair imitation of Jax's fighting style, Jolene landed several one-two combinations to her upper body before grabbing Wendy by the hair again. Recovering from his initial shock, Jax stepped forward to pull Jolene off the clearly overpowered Wendy, only to be held back by Big Otto.
"Whoa, Jax, hold on." Big Otto advised, shaking his head. "There needs to be an understanding in place in order for this to work out for you two, brother. She stays out of Club business and you stay out of old lady business. This right here is old lady business, so just let it happen."
Clay nudged Opie. "You should be taking notes." He pointed towards Donna, who was cheering her friend on. "You step in only if the cops are involved or if it's obvious that your old lady is outmatched. In this case though, my baby girl seems to have it under control." Clay smiled, his ever-present cigar clenched between his teeth. "You don't wanna get caught in the middle of that shit, get taken down by your old lady in front of your brothers."
Grabbing Wendy by the collar of her off-the-shoulder blouse, Jolene pulled her face-to-bloody-face. "In case we haven't been introduced, I'm Jolene Morrow, Jax Teller's old lady." Jolene practically growled. "If you're bad with names, just remember my face. I'm the one without a scratch, bitch."
Throwing Wendy back onto the floor, Jolene pulled herself up. With her jaw clenched and fire still in her eyes, Jolene slowly surveyed the area around the bar, making sure she made eye contact with each and every remaining sweetbutt and stripper, her deadly, sea foam green glare causing more than a few to scatter like cockroaches.
"Fuck!" Jolene muttered under her breath, realizing just a tad too late that she'd just gone bat shit crazy in the Clubhouse of a friendly MC and in front of her old man's Prez and VP. Running her hand through her hair, Jolene meekly approached Jury. "I am so sorry, Uncle Jury. I don't even know where that came from, but I don't think it'll happen again."
"I'm sure it won't." Jury smiled at Jolene before pulling her in for a fatherly hug. Shit, JT's boy has his hands full with this one. Turning to Clay, Jury laughed, "She's your kid alright."
Smoothing down her hair and her clothes, Jolene turned to Jax. "I'm gonna go load up the Mustang, ok?"
Looking at her with a raised eyebrow and a suppressed grin, Jax nodded. "Sounds good, darlin' . . . I love you."
"Damn right you do." Jolene whispered before nipping his bottom lip as she dropped a kiss on his mouth and headed out of the Clubhouse.
Donna walked up to Wendy, who was still on the floor and bleeding profusely. Shaking her head, she looked at her and then up at Opie. With a big, ol' grin on her face, Donna turned and followed Jolene outside.
Grabbing Opie by the shoulder, Big Otto laughed. "Shit, brother, with Jolene as her mentor, I think you've just been warned."
Practically running up to Jax, Tig clapped him on the back. "That was so fuckin' hot, you lucky son of a bitch!"
"Somebody get this one some help," Jury directed at one of his girls standing shell-shocked behind the bar, indicating Wendy. "And then get her out of here."
"Shit, Jury, I think we just found the main event for the next fight night." Bobby kidded.
"That 'lil package can sure throw a mean punch." Happy observed from across the room. "You should be proud." He directed at Jax, raising a glass of whiskey and, in a primal, animalistic kinda way, Jax was.
