JAX'S POV
As we pulled into the driveway at the house my eye was killing me and all I wanted to do was crawl into bed with the love of my life. Hold her close and love her forever.
"What are you thinking about baby?" Tara asked me ever so quietly, it broke my heart as I realized just how much I loved her.
"Honestly? I don't know. There is so much going through my head; and it all starts with you." I answered her truthfully as we walked through the front door.
"Nice of you to join me." I heard a voice say as I shut the door behind me. Standing there in the middle of the kitchen was Marcus Alvarez, leader of the Mayan club. He had Tara in his arms with a knife to her throat.
"GET YOUR GODDAMN HANDS OF OFF HER YOU WET BACK PIECE OF SHIT" I yelled but that only made him angrier and he pushed the blade harder into Tara's neck.
"You come onto my territory and fuck shit up and think that's okay? You white people thinking that you're so much better then us and why because you have the IRA backing you up?" Marcus spoke back as calm as he could be.
"I only did what Clay thought was right. He initiated the retaliation for you attacking us." I answered him back as honestly as I could. My eyes never leaving Tara who was fighting back tears.
"If you wanna go after someone then go after Clay. He needs a good swift beating, needs to be taught a lesson. Leave me and my old lady alone or you're gonna regret the day that you broke into my house because I will shove that blade so far up your ass that you're gonna wish your mother had of kept her legs closed. NOW GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY KITCHEN AND GET YOUR DIRTY HANDS OFF MY FIANCEE!" I yelled at him.
Marcus moved the knife away from Tara's neck and pushed her onto the ground towards me.
"This isn't the last time we will see each other Teller. Watch your back." He threatened me as he spit on the ground beside Tara. Fuck I almost punched him in the side of the head as he walked past me. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed my mother.
"Get to the fucking clubhouse now!" I yelled into the phone and then hung up.
I picked Tara up off the floor and wiped her tears off her face. I cradled her in my arms as we headed to the car. As I buckled her into her seat my phone started to ring. I picked it up.
"Brother where are you?" Opie asked me on the phone.
"Driving to the clubhouse now. We need to have a meeting right now." I told him.
We finally got to the clubhouse and everyone is there. I couldn't even bother to look at Clay. He almost got my old lady killed because what? He doesn't like the Mayans. Fuck that. I wasn't going to let him win this fucking battle. I walked into the chapel and everything went dead silent. It was Juice. He was back...