Epilogue One: Love Like This
" And you'll be gone from my life
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But I'm not gonna think about the future
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I know a love like this won't last forever,
But I, I don't really mind at all. "
~ Love Like This, Kodaline ~
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They were allowed to watch the news sometimes. Jax couldn't decide if it was a kindness or cruelty on the guards' part; a peek to the world they couldn't access, or a reminder that they couldn't access it.
Still, in thus particular day, he was grateful. It was a story out of New York, about some business tycoon having gone missing before turning up on the side of the road, beaten and shot. With his death aired his dirty dealings, his embezzling and laundering and coercion.
The dynasty of Marcus Robinson was ruined.
Destroyed.
Sitting quietly in the corner, Jax grinned to himself. He recognized those tactics, that version of dumping a body.
She had come to them broken and scared and brilliant. They had saved her, and she had helped them.
She had already known how to fight; they had shown her how to win.
Across the room, Happy caught his gaze, and they shared a look of quiet pride and knowing.
Their little Crow had finally learned to fly.
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Tara brought the wedding invitation during her visit a few weeks later. It was somehow classy and cute at the same time; just like that certain redhead.
Jax asked if she would go; Tara shook her head, but said she'd sent a present and some pictures of Abel. She was getting big, almost eight months along, and when Jax looked at her, he realized he truly did love her.
He passed the invitation back across the table. "Tell her I said hi."
"We don't talk," Tara reminded him. She'd called only once when she and Luna had safely reached her mother's home, just as she'd promised Gemma.
Jax considered that for a moment, then said, "Tell her anyways."
Tara gave him an odd look, but nodded. The conversation moved on to things like baby names, and he couldn't tell if the satisfaction in his heart was because of her, or because of that little redhead a couple thousand milss away.
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She'd left a number with Opie. A secure line they could call if they ever needed anything.
None if them ever did call.
She was an heiress now, happily married to her childhood love, with a young daughter on her hip. They wouldn't bother her with their issues.
Jax was tempted, though. Sometimes, in the darkest hours of the night, he'd remember their rides to nowhere, and a pang of longing would strike hisbheart, so intense it hurt him physically.
But she was happy. She was free. And he loved her too much to risk taking that from her.
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But, one day, almost four years later, he finally called.
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I don't know how TV in prison works so I just kinda did a thing haha
One more epilogue to go!
I have the prologue to a new Happy/OC story now up, if any of you would be interested in that :)
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