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Abel POV

Grace leaned to turn the music down a bit and leaned her tired head back to rest on the headrest of the car's leather seat. We were both exhausted after catching up with schoolwork. I had put some screws in a few old people's knees while Grace had been doing doubles at O'Toole's and catching up with her dad.

Anthony had never really come up in conversation except for when he'd rarely come out to Charming to have dinner with Grace. She was an only child and her mother wasn't one to travel and stubbornly stayed in New York. Grace only saw her on special holidays and when she'd go home for the month of June.

We were leaving her apartment in L.A. for the quick trip up to Charming to see my parents before the week got to crazy. I had just gotten off the phone with Emily who said that something was starting up at Teller-Morrow and randomly hung up. So I figured Jax's place was the only safe place right now.

As we pulled up to Jax's house, I was surprised to see his bike there. Emily had said that he had just been in a meeting with the Sons about his future in the club. When I got around to asking about Thomas that was when she was all quick to hang up after I heard Gemma yell for her.

Hopefully no hospital visits today, I was a little sick of a Teller in the hospital. Unless of course it were my mother or I operating. Grace followed closely behind me as we walked into the front door. It was around 2 in the afternoon so the California sun was cooking Jax's house like a Thanksgiving turkey.

Grace had asked a few times to meet my family but I was so hesitant only because I didn't want her to find out that I had a convict for a dad. Thomas was already a part of the Sons when I had become…official with Grace. So I really had just wanted to keep all of Charming's dust out of my new relationship. But after I didn't make it to the 12th dinner invite, Grace had kept a tally; she insisted she get to know who I really was. She was so curious why I had never invited her to a family dinner.

Well she was about to find out.

Jax lounged on the couch while some mindless talk show went off on the television. "Hey Jax." I said loudly and he turned to see us standing in the doorway. "Oh, well, hey!" Jax jumped up and coughed when it was too much for his tired body. I smelt cigarette smoke and made a face at him as he walked over to greet us. "Jax, cigs? Already?" I nagged but he just smiled at Grace.

"Who is this pretty young thing?" Jax stuck his hand out and Grace eagerly shook his hand and returned his beaming smile, "I'm Grace." For a moment his eyebrows furrowed and he looked between Grace and I. It was only for a moment and Grace didn't seem to catch on so I decidedly shook it off. Jax insisted we come sit in the living room with him and that was when I officially regretted my decision of bringing her here. I had to get to know my dad alongside Grade and honestly, it felt unfair to have to share him.

"How'd you come across a bum like him?" Jax winked at me briefly but kept his eyes on Grace.

She glowingly recalled the story, leaning towards him, "Well, I was headed into my three hour long math class and Abel was standing by the door with a few friends. He seemed so disinterested when his friends were yelling all these things at girls passing by but when I walked up he just stared at me. Gave me the creeps, honestly," She giggled and scrunched her nose at me but returned her focus back on Jax who had been laughing along with her, "He asked my name and I told him to wait until class was over and I'd tell him. I didn't tell him about it being three hours and I never expected him to be there when I got out. But at 9:00 there he was, sitting on a bench and waiting."

Grace grabbed my hand and squeezed and I couldn't help but smile back at her. "You don't have a choice when a beautiful girl like you tells you to wait." She swatted my chest at the corniness of my compliment but I knew she loved it.

"I'm honestly surprised. Abel doesn't strike me as a patient man." Jax laughed but I stiffened at his joke. Grace effortlessly laughed along with my father without a second thought.

"You should know him best. Abel is the most careful and patient person I know." Grace smiled up at me and I shook my head. "Alright, alright, enough."

My eyes fell on a manila-filing folder on the coffee table in front of Grace and I, and I looked up at Jax who had been staring at it also. My eyes fell back onto it and saw that it had a name across it but he snatched it up before I could see anymore.

"Where's your mom at?" Jax suddenly changed the subject. The mood in the room shifted and I could tell something wasn't right, "Why?"

"I just wondered if she made it to work," Jax tried to play it off but his worried facial expression gave him away.

"Why wouldn't she?" I pulled away from Grace's hand to defensively place both mine on my knees.

"I was just asking if you'd caught up with your mother today is all, geesh." Jax blew air out his mouth and pulled his cell phone from his back pocket and then apologized for being rude. "Sorry, I gotta take this. Do you mind?" He seemed to only be asking Grace. She, of course, insisted he take it. But I had a bad feeling about what just happened.

"What the hell was that?" Grace turned to me. Apparently so had Grace.

"I have no idea." I ran my fingers through my hair and then began to chew at my thumbnail.

Grace swatted my hand away from my mouth and held onto it, "I thought you said you grew up in Oregon? Why did we come to Charming? Are your parents divorced?" I squeezed her hand and gave a small smile. Shit. The truth was bound to come out eventually. What had I been expecting?

"No, not exactly. I grew up in Oregon with my mom, Thomas, and Emily. But my dad was in jail the whole time. He was locked up when I was five. He got out 11 days ago." I looked to the floor about halfway through making that statement and after my voice broke on the word 'five,' Grace reached out and used her hands to make my face look at her.

"I love you, Abel Teller." She kissed me warmly. Like she was sorry for everything I had been through. As if it were somehow her fault.

I ran my thumb across her cheek and shoved my hands in her long, thick hair to pull her forehead to mine. "I love you, Grace Voccelli."

Jax dropped the glass of water in his hand all over the carpet, causing us to pull apart and gape in shock. "Do you need help? Are you okay?" Grace asked when we both stood up from the couch.

Jax was bent over picking the glass up and shaking his head. "No, no. Sorry. What was your last name?"

Grace awkwardly looked between my dad and me and I tried my best to get her to notice my desperate attempt to signal for her to lie.

"Voccelli?" Grace confusedly repeated and uncomfortably tugged at her shirt.

Jax glared at me and turned back to head into the kitchen. "Dad! Wait!" I followed behind him, leaving Grace to stand alone and lost in the living room. "Dad." I exclaimed when he stood with either hand on both sides of the sink. He looked like he was heaving so I hurriedly rushed behind him to rub his back.

Jax jerked from my touch and his wild eyes made me take a step back, "Are you kidding me Abel? Are you fucking kidding me?" He began pacing across the kitchen's floor and I had no excuse for my stupidity. How could I have let it slip? I knew coming into this that her last name had to remain a secret. This was such a stupid fucking idea.

"It was way before….I didn't know, okay! How was I supposed to? What am I supposed to do?" I threw my arms up and tried to keep my tone hushed. Even though there was no way Grace couldn't hear what we were saying.

"You know exactly who the fuck that girl is now! And you bring her into my home! Do you know what this means?" Jax yelled, holding nothing back.

"Don't you say anything about that! Grace doesn't have a clue about anything." I continued speaking in my quieted volume.

"Don't know what?" Grace stood in the doorway of the kitchen. Her brown eyes were full of rage.

"You're the waitress from…." Jax rambled off before pointing towards the door and then motioned with his eyes for me to get her out. "Dad," I started but he then turned to me. "Don't be stupid Abel."

"Fuck," I sighed and then apologetically looked at a fuming Grace. "Let's go." I nodded with my head for her to really leave the house. When she didn't leave I pulled at her hand to follow through the open front door with me.

"No." She firmly said and then looked at what I was guessing was my father. "That was extremely rude. If there is something I don't know, I want to know it. I'm not a stupid girl. I know when I'm being kept in the dark and I'm not some damsel who needs Abel's rescue."

"Grace Voccelli, you're going to need that boy to protect you. Get out." Jax was now standing in front of her, practically spitting in her face.

"Hey, hey. Get out of her face." I pulled at Grace and then pointedly looked at my dad before slamming the door.

Grace stood there shocked at the encounter and I shrugged, "You wanted to meet the family."

And with that I headed back to my truck to get her the hell away from here.

Tara POV

"Dr. Knowles, you have an angry visitor in the waiting room." Mary, the sweet woman had interviewed me to join back at St. Thomas, poked her head into my office worriedly.

I shot up and pushed my papers aside, "Who? What?" How could somebody already be angry? I had only been on duty here for about a week and a half.

My feet caught up with Mary's quick ones and I sucked in a breath as we got closer to the waiting area. "You said you were not affiliated with the Sons of Anarchy." Mary spat when we arrived at the nurses' station and peered onto Jax Teller impatiently picking at his jeans.

"Jax?" I anxiously crossed the room over to him, trying to ditch Mary but she annoyingly clung to my side just as Margaret Murphy had all those years ago. "Tara. I need to speak to you, in private." His eyes stared at Mary but she stood her ground firmly. Her arms crossed when she turned to me. "Why did you lie? Ms. Knowles, this is a serious matter we need to discuss."

"I have a serious matter to discuss." Jax stood and got right in our faces. Mary cowardly backed away and I just sighed annoyed. "God, Jax. Let's do this later. I'm at work. Please." I placed a hand on my hip and challenged him to question me further.

"Tara this is important. It's about Abel." Was Jax really using our child as a way to get Mary away? I rolled my eyes at him and then looked to Mary, "It's just a family matter. Jax is Abel's father and he's been going through some trouble. I'll come in to meet with you after I'm done speaking to him."

Mary scowled at the two of us and Jax flicked her off as soon as she turned her back and then looked at me. "Abel is dating Anthony's fucking daughter. That girl who was our waitress at a O'Toole's. Anthony walked in that night and that's when I had the heart attack." Jax was out of breath and discombobulated and threw himself at me, gripping at me for dear life. Begging me to lead him in the right direction.

"Jax," I sighed into his ear before wrapping my arms around him also.

Shit.

I pulled away and looked at him, swiping hair away from his forehead. "How can you be sure?"

"He brought her over to my house, Tara. Abel is with Grace Voccelli in Charming, right now. Anthony Voccelli is probably right around here. He could be at this hospital right now." Jax backed away from me quickly and nervously glanced around the waiting area.

I shushed him and used his hand to bring him back closer to me. "Anthony is probably nowhere around here. He's not that stupid. Look, maybe it's a different Voccelli." I desperately tried to defend Abel's situation. Emily had brought her up to Abel and from his reaction at the hotel; I could tell he was serious about her.

"No. Anthony was there that night. He saw me get rolled into that ambulance on a stretcher and he was there to be with his girl Grace." Jax grabbed my face and kissed me. "Stay here. Don't leave St. Thomas until I or another Son comes back to get you. You hear me Tara?"

Just like old times.

I rolled my eyes and watched as he walked out of the hospital doors. When I turned back to walk to my office, Mary was standing at the nurses' station with a sour look on her face.

"That was not just the father of your kid Tara. He kissed you!" Mary exclaimed as her little feet hurried to keep up with my longer strides.

When we got to my office doorway, I wordlessly pulled her inside and locked the door behind us. I had been through this before and I had a pretty good idea of what was about to go down.

"When we signed you on, you swore you had nothing to do with the Sons of Anarchy motorcycle club and today, not only did one show up asking for you, but he kissed you!" Mary's wide eyes scanned across my office. Probably searching for a gun or some sort of weapon. I fought the urge to laugh.

"It's complicated okay? You can't just leave the Sons of Anarchy, okay? It's messy and…well, right now I have some family ties in the matter." I tried to explain without being obvious.

"Family? You have family in the Sons? Tara, are you insane? You're bringing this into your workplace and you haven't even been on board for 2 weeks. This is incredibly unprofessional and reckless." Mary stepped closer, intending to intimidate me.

But I only got right back in her face, "That's right. So don't mess with me. You know what I'm a part of and you know what they do. Let me do my job to the best of my ability and you leave my family out of it. Do that and we'll get along just great." I didn't crack a smile and Mary's lower lip quivered in fear.

"We'll see what the board members have to say about this!" Mary still cowered as her words attempted to threaten.

"Board members won't do shit. The club will pay them off, you know that. Just, please, make this easy for both of us." I tried to soften my tone, as Mary seemed like she was about to pass out.

Mary didn't respond but simply stormed past me and out of the office.

Goddammit.

Not even two weeks in and the Sons was already beginning to affect me. I knew this was bound to happen, so why did I feel so upset?

When I was about to lay myself down on the old, beaten couch against the wall, my phone buzzed in my pocket. It was an unfamiliar number, so I was hesitant to answer, but decided to anyways.

"Hello Tara." The familiar voice crawled through the speaker, causing chills to run up my spine.

"Michael?" I whispered incredulously. I immediately grew paranoid and glanced everywhere around me.

"Why the cold shoulder baby?" Michael asked, his voice was attempting to be velvety but it just made me want to hurl.

"Michael, please. I told you what would happen if you kept calling." I seethed. My hands gathered all my things but I refused to take my eyes off the door and window.

"Nothing will keep us apart baby. Not this motorcycle club. Not your sons. Not that little ex-husband of yours." Michael's voice was sickly sweet.

"He's not my ex." I corrected annoyed and when I reached to hang up, I heard Michael say, "Oh? Check his mail, honey." But I hung up before another word could come from his psycho, possessive mouth.

What was with me and getting with sickos when I leave Jax?