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Emily POV

A small shriek escaped my lips when I sliced my finger on a paper; I gripped it and watched as the warm crimson dribbled down my finger. "Fuck!" I shook it off as Gemma let out a chuckle.

"You okay baby?" Gemma looked over her glasses at me but I just nodded to her and continued watching the blood escape the small cut.

Just then Miles came heaving into the office, but stunned silent when he noticed Gemma's presence at the desk. He had been expecting me to be alone and the surprise on his face didn't disappear soon enough for Gemma not to take note of it.

"What Miles?" Gemma had been on edge, along with the rest of the club, since Anthony Voccelli's presence yesterday.

In between orgasms last night Miles told me about how Anthony promised he'd be back to see my dad and that he listed off my mother's, Abel's, Jax's, and my own exact whereabouts to Thomas. We had been watched and tracked since we were spotted that night at O'Toole's with his daughter Grace.

Abel's Grace.

Miles said that he had to quit me but we already had breakfast together this morning.

It irked me that I had eyes watching me but at the same time I felt comforted that I spent majority of my time now at Teller-Morrow with the club. A few days ago I quit my blog job in L.A. to co-manage the shop with Gemma. The filing was a hot mess and everything needed to be organized. Along with price adjustments. The place was losing money with how little they charged for fix ups.

Juice had just come in moments ago to tell Gemma and I to stay put in the office and not be hanging around outside. Gemma was then sure to repeat my his words and emphasize how important it was that I listened. Our safety and whatever.

Everyone sure was bossy around here.

Bobby was looking out for my mom since he had to be at St. Thomas anyways for his oxygen treatments. So I had nothing to really worry about except for this damn paper cut.

"Oh, uh, just wanted to see if you ladies were here. I was going to order pizza, any preference?" Miles leaned against the doorway and I could tell how hard he was focusing on not looking at me.

"No honey. Get the pizza, I don't want any." Gemma looked at him like he was nuts and then returned her concentration on the dates of the papers before her.

"Em-emily?" Miles choked on shortening my name and his eyes went wide in embarrassment. God, he sucked at playing it cool.

"Whatever is fine. Just no barbecue chicken or anything like that." I scrunched up my nose at the idea. "Who the hell wants barbecue sauce and chicken on a pizza?"

Miles laughed and then straightened up, "You mind driving to go pick it up with me?"

"Delivery, you moron. Emily's not leaving here without her Dad." Gemma barked over her shoulder, causing both of us to jump a bit.

I mouthed sorry and Miles shrugged, he knew better. Just then Thomas came and pushed past Miles to cram this office even more. I felt like a damn sardine.

"It's fine. Let's go get pizza!" Thomas squeezed my shoulder as Gemma's jaw dropped. Guilt rushed over me at us ganging up on her until I realized I was being silly, I was 20 years old. I could come and go as I pleased. Plus, I had Thomas and Miles going with me.

"Emily Teller if you leave this office, god help you-" Gemma rose from her chair and then Miles cut her off, "Technically she's a Knowles."

Silence.

Thomas and I's mouths opened and closed like a couple of trout's in shock while Gemma's formed a hard line. Miles' immediate regret spread across his face and he opened his mouth to apologize when Gemma sauntered up to the three of us from behind the desk.

"She's got Teller blood in her, she's a Teller. Abel, Thomas, and Emily are all Tellers." She seemed to be emphasizing it more for Thomas and I than Miles who had said something in the first place.

Well this was awkward.

I swallowed down the lump in my throat; it was as if I forgot how to speak. My first reaction was to just get the hell out of there but another urge arose to just hug her.

Gemma had missed us growing up. She lost 2 husbands, a son, and another was locked up for as long as I've been alive. Although it felt uncomfortable at first to be thrown into this life, it was kind of nice to have someone so fiercely defending who I was. Gemma wanted us to be a part of her family so much she seemed to even be willing to forgive my parents for taking us from it.

"Okay, okay, we're all Tellers." Jax poked his head in and smiled at us.

How many people could we fit in this damn room?

Gemma forced this weird smile and Miles spoke up, "Sorry. Wasn't my place to say anything." Gemma narrowed her eyes at him but sucked in her cheeks and shook it off. "Get some damn pizza, would ya?" Gemma grabbed money from her back pocket and thrust it into Thomas' hand to try to lighten the mood.

"Emily, stay put." Jax tried to tell me but Thomas shook his head, "Nah, it's okay. She'll be with Miles and I. We got it, Jax."

Our dad silently deliberated for a moment before sighing and giving the okay. Then we were pizza bound with Thomas driving and Miles in shotgun. Somehow I had managed to get backseat in my own car. It was a mild day for June in California, but you wouldn't catch me complaining. The windows were rolled down and the wind whipped violently through my wild hair. When I fussed at Thomas he just turned the music up louder.

Thomas went inside to pick up the pizza while I stood outside the building with Miles, watching him as he took a drag of his cigarette.

I didn't like smoking one bit but there was just something so hypnotizing about the way he'd lick his lips before each inhale that almost made we wish he'd never stop.

"What are you looking at?" Miles snickered at me and I shook my head in embarrassment.

Busted.

Heat rose to my cheeks and I bit at my lip to keep myself quiet. Miles pulled out a pack and leaned it towards me but I shoved it back, "Never ever."

"Good. They're nasty." Miles shoved his Marlboros back in his cut and while taking another long drag.

"You're addicted." I accused, raising my eyebrow and crossing my arms.

"I'm addicted alright." Miles took a step closer to me so that he was achingly close but yet so far from my lips. I was frozen and you couldn't pay me any amount of money to rip my gaze from his. Miles let his cigarette dangle from his lips and came a little closer to my face.

"I got pepperoni but the everything pizza looks so-" Thomas cut himself off when he saw the two of us.

"What?" Miles spun around. Luckily his back had been to Thomas so he had no way of knowing how close we had just been.

"The everything pizza looks nasty but I got it…" Thomas trailed off suspiciously, his eyes darting between Miles and I until I spoke up. "As long as there's pepperoni!" I walked past Miles to help Thomas with his load and wordlessly took a few boxes and headed back over to the car.

That was too damn close.

Tara POV

The last thing I had fucking needed was Mary witnessing another Sons of Anarchy member there to keep watch over me. Luckily, Bobby was understanding and kept a respectable distance. He had managed to bullshit his way into being able to hang around with me through out my whole shift.

He'd randomly poke his head in my office or ask different nurses if I was still around. Unfortunately, I hadn't had a surgery scheduled that day so I had nothing to eat up my time. Just boring paper work that I'd try to spice up by taking breaks and reading case studies.

I only had about 30 minutes left of my shift and Bobby had called to let me know he was hanging in the cafeteria. He even offered to get me some pudding, but I gagged at the thought of the tasteless mush and had to decline his sweet offer.

Bobby Munson had always been one of my favorites. He was so silently friendly it was such a unique and awesome characteristic. Bobby was always one to tell me how it was and in the early years of my single parenthood, he called a few times to check in. Even gave me a heads up to let me know Gemma was plotting so I could get a move on papers.

I had constantly flip flopped about the club and to this day I couldn't even say which side I was on. All I knew was that I had to be there for and with my family. Bobby, Chibs, and Opie had been the three men besides Jax that I always had a soft spot for. They were all sweet, genuine men who made me think twice about my judgments of the club.

This was not new to me. These past three weeks had been what I guess I had been expecting. Stuck at the hospital with a babysitter so I don't get kidnapped again? Same old, same old.

Different day, different year, different gang, same Jax Teller.

Aimlessly, I doodled all over a scratch sheet of paper I had been writing groceries onto. I still needed to find a place of my own. Although the 3 of us, Jax, Emily, and I had been staying in Jax's home, I think I needed to rent a small place of my own. Just for a little bit while everything died down.

I was still getting used to being married. Still getting used to Charming, St. Thomas, and having my children here once more.

I jumped when Bobby swung the door open, "Hey miss, you're good to go in 5. I'm going to the lot to get on my bike. See you in a few." Bobby's gruff smile met mine and I waved a warm goodbye to him.

I felt a sigh of relief escape after the door shut. Now Mary couldn't add another demerit to my record. It was as if I were some childish school child and the idea of it made my surgical, doctorate degree-welding self-enraged. I already had one of her stupid marks from Jax's surprise appearance a few nights ago.

I fingered through the papers on my desk and slid open the drawer beside me to file them away. Mindlessly, I worked at shoving them inside but something was in the way. I pulled the papers away and instantly they scattered to the floor. My hand slowly rose to cover my shocked mouth.

Tara,

See you in a few.

Love,

Michael

The note written on my very own stationary was pinned onto a fluffy teddy bear and my stomach churned just as it had all those years ago. This familiar icy chill of terror raced up my spine and I swallowed at the hardness in my tight throat. But this time something different over came me. Anger bubbled up inside me, how fucking dare he?

I wasn't some scared 30 years old anymore. I had children and this fucker was not about to fool me into being his.

So I pulled my phone out and gave that number a call, the one he had the balls to ring me from a few days ago.

With each ring I became a little less sure but I fought through the self-doubt with the courage of my motherhood. Michael Jones was not to step one foot close to my children.

"Hello?" An older woman's voice purred over the phone.

"Hi, is Michael Jones there?" I was impatient and hot and I didn't think to calm my voice as the woman might be put off by it.

"Who is this?" She snapped, clearly surprised at my tone.

"It's Dr. Tara Knowles. Is Michael Jones around?" I reiterated and began to tap my annoyed foot onto the carpet.

"He is not here right now. Can I leave a message?" This older lady was confused and quite frankly her tone was making me grow even angrier.

"You tell that son of a bitch if he wants to play a game he can come over to my house. Thank you." I clicked off so that way I didn't have to hear her confusion anymore. Maybe that was harsh but he didn't leave me much of a choice.

I gathered all my things up and charged through St. Thomas towards the parking lot. Outside was dark and moist, the air smelt of the summer thunderstorm that had just cruised through Charming moments ago. I wondered if Jax was riding when it happened for a moment then shook the thought of his wet clothes hanging from him to get to my car.

A hand clawed around my shoulder and I turned, expecting to see Bobby dripping wet and joking about waiting for me.

But it was Michael's toned and towering figure behind me. His grip on my shoulder was menacing and rough but when I moved to run, he slipped a cold knife up to neck and shoved his dry, rough palm over my mouth.

"Scream and it's over Tara. Just, come on baby. Come with me." Michael ran his other hand over my hair and kissed my ear.

Horror paralyzed me. What do I do?

This was what I got for not telling Jax. For keeping secrets the way that I did.

I lamely followed as he tugged at me towards his car. Where the hell was Bobby?

Michael was parked on the side lot of St. Thomas, the one nobody ever used. Of course. There were cameras everywhere, so why wasn't anyone rushing out to help? My eyes darted up and saw that he had covered them up with blankets and hope began to escape me.

But when he opened his side door, my anger from earlier overwhelmed me. Who the hell did he think he was?

I kicked him as hard as I could in the testicles and he fell to the ground, the knife previously in his grip clattered to the pavement in surprise.

I picked up the knife and leaned down towards his face, looking him directly into his deep dark, brown eyes. "Don't you ever, come back here." I sneered at him and then spit in his face.

Michael laughed with this haunting, cocky darkness that made my hand tighten around the knife even more. "Baby, I will always come back for you."

Michael slowly pulled his wallet out and tossed it beside my feet, and I lowered myself once more to check its contents. Tears welled in my eyes as I dropped all his IDs to the damp pavement in disbelief.

Dozens of different drivers licenses with Michael's face from various states with different names. I looked up at his grinning face and felt such disgust I wanted to scream.

"It's actually James." He stuck his hand out as if he were greeting me for the first time and I batted his hand away.

"You can't get to me Tara. You can't report me. You will never stop me from loving you. You belong to me. You're mine."

I had no choice, nobody to turn to. Nobody could save me from this but myself so I leaned in sickeningly close to him to plant a sweet kiss to his lips, when I pulled back his eyes were still closed. As if he were in some sort of trance.

"I don't belong to anyone."

Then I did it.

The knife that had just been pressed against my neck was now in the back of his skull. It made this horrifying cracking sound and I let out a gasp when I saw the life leave his monstrous eyes.

I crawled backwards, desperate to get away from his lifeless, evil body. My breath was quick and shallow while my eyes searched for anyone who could've seen.

"Jesus Christ, Tara!" Bobby hobbled over from right beside the hospital. The cigarette that had been in his mouth flew from his mouth and I stared as the rainwater put the embers out, releasing smoke into the air.

"What the hell?" Bobby stood beside me and placed a hand on my head.

This was not real. This was not real. This was not real.

My teeth sunk into my lower lip and the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth at the shock of my actions. My hands shook like leaves in the wind and I fumbled for the words to explain myself.

Bobby grunted as he kneeled beside Michael and grabbed at his various IDs and looked at me with these terrified eyes. Like he couldn't get a grip on what I had done, just like I hadn't either.

What have I done?

This was Josh Kohn all over again and the acid in my stomach rose up and I spewed everywhere. Tears welled my eyes as my throw up burned my esophagus and I gasped for breath.

Bobby scrambled to clean the knife up and try to check of prints anywhere, his old eyes squinting at the now crime scene.

I just lay there, propping myself up with my palms, staring at the heat of my puke. I felt sick again and yanked away, jerking myself to stand. "We need to get out of here." I stepped to Bobby and held a hand out, which he eagerly took.

"What the hell are you doing, Doc?" Bobby eased up and wobbled behind me as I dashed to my car. I looked over my shoulder at him and tried to hide my fear, "Just, don't tell Jax. Promise you won't."

Bobby sighed and ran his fingers through his matted, curled hair. "Jesus Christ Tara." Bobby crossed his arms and began to cough.

"No more smoking." I turned around to glare at him but caught a glimpse of Michael's limp body so I immediately turned back to my car.

"What are we going to do?" Bobby ignored me and stepped beside me. He reached to pull me into a hug but I fought his comforting touch.

I could not think about this right now.

This was not real.

"Go home. Don't go to the clubhouse. I will tell Jax later." My hand froze on my handle and I looked at him before he could argue, "You don't speak a word of this. Please. I'm begging you."

"This is heavy shit Tara, I can't keep this a secret. What if you're caught?"

"You're talking to me holding this up! You're going to get me caught. Get out of my way Bobby. And keep your mouth shut." I accused and quickly threw myself inside my car.

This was not real.

STRONG TARA IS THE BEST TARA. God, Kurt did her such a disservice by making her so weak at the end.