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So yes, this is a violent chapter, but it's Sons so many shouldn't find that offensive

Chapter twenty one
Better than revenge

It was hard to describe the feelings that were running through Kelly's mind, she just felt like every part of her wanted to hurt him the way she was hurting right now. Even if she was going to forgive him for the fight, right now she just wanted to make him suffer.

Walking from the club everything felt like a surreal blur, her body was working on auto pilot, her hand finding a baseball bat at the entrance, she picked it up knowing that she had to do something to vent all this rage.

Opie seeing the look in Kelly's eyes, he jumped off the bar stood rushing after Kelly to the lot, he knew where she was walking quickly, even if he was only a few feet behind it was too late for him to stop anything.

Getting to her destination Kelly's boot collided with Juice's bike, it fell to the ground with a crash catching every ones attention. Kelly looked fully enraged as she raised the baseball bat above her head, she brought it down with enough force to knock the side view mirror clean off, she screamed as she repeatedly smashed the baseball bat into the paintwork of the bike. All her pain was going into doing as much damage as she could possible do.

Opie ran over, but every time he'd get close she's make a swing for him, he stepped back trying to think of the best way to calm her down. "Kelly!" He shouted over her screams.

Bobby shortly out after Opie, he felt his jaw drop, Juice's bike on the ground with Kelly continually smashing it, her face glaring as she did as much damage as she could. "What the hell is going on?"

Tigs pulling up, he wanted to laugh, but seeing Opie trying to control Kelly's anger, he didn't know to help or watch the carnage. "What is this crazy bitch doing?" Tigs made a run for Kelly, but getting in the way of the bat hitting him square in the jaw knocking him back a few steps.

People were starting to gather around as Kelly's screams died down, but the bat kept swinging as pieces of the bike broke off and flew across the air.

Juice ran from the club house pulling a shirt on along the way, he froze seeing his bike, or what was left of it. "What the hell Kelly!" He shouted. He felt like he was going to be sick, he loved his bike, but now he could only see it smashed apart.

Kelly stopped hitting the bike, her eyes snapped up from the mess looking right at Juice, "You thank your lucky starts this isn't your face you fucking shit head!" Her hand was pointing the bat at him. "I can't believe I came here to say sorry to you!"

Tigs did a double take, his hand holding onto his chin, "What are you on?" He turned to Juice, "What did you do to her?"

Opie exhaled, "Juice…" He could see that Juice wasn't happy, but glancing to the entrance of the club house he saw her, "Oh really!"

Bobby felt completely lost now, he tried to make pieces of it, but now Kelly had stopped hitting the bike he made his way over to her taking the bat from her grip. "I think we better take this before you do more damage."

"More damage, you see what she did to my bike!" Juice felt lost, his eyes going to Kelly again still vibrating with rage. "You trashed my bike!"

"I trashed your bike, after what I saw you're worried about your fucking bike!" Kelly went into charge as Bobby quickly grabbed her around the waist. "Let me go!"

"I…" Juice looked from Kelly to his bike and back again, "You walked out, you just walked out and what was I was supposed to think!"

Kelly laughed, "You know, for a second I thought you might be different, I really thought you was the real deal, the one I could admit I love and not have it shit on me, but guess what Jean Carlos?" She waved her hands, "You're just like every other guy I've even been with, just think of yourself and fuck everything else!"

Juice clenched his fists, "I'm sorry!" He watched as Bobby finally let her go.

She turned walking away after giving Juice's bike one last kick knocking the engine off it.

Ima laughed, she kept looking over the bike. "Well I better get to work." She walked over to her car, and she didn't look back starting it up and leaving.

"Fuck!" Juice gripped his head, he rushed to the bike trying to make it stand, but it would only full over again. "Fuck!" He shouted turning to look at Opie. "Why didn't you stop her?"

Tigs let out a dry snort of a laugh, "This is what you call woman scorned." His attention going to Opie, "Did anyone get that on tape?"

Juice did a side glance to Tigs, "That has got to be the most stupid thing to ever come out of your mouth!" He made another attempt of making his bike stand up.

Bobby shook his head, "Yet you're the one who just had a very pissed off girl trash his bike." He tapped Juice's shoulder, "I've no idea what was going on, but if you've hurt Kelly, it's going to be what is momma bear going to do when she finds out." He tapped his shoulder going back into the club house followed by Tigs.

Opie stood beside Juice and his mangled bike, "Why did you do it?" He didn't have any anger in his voice, he sounded disappointed in him.

"I don't know," Juice let the bike fall one last time, "I just assumed she wanted to break up." He turned to face Opie looking worried, "She told you?"

"Yes." He said bluntly, "And she also told me a lot more." He shook his head, "I can't help you." He patted his arm walking back in the club house to leave Juice standing alone.

"Fuck…" He watched the gates knowing that having sex with Ima wasn't worth it; he exhaled turning to head back to the club house to shower.

With the anger still boiling, Kelly kept walking down the road, she glanced over a few shops feeling like everything was too much. She didn't like being that girl, but with the baseball bat she felt good smashing up something that meant a lot to him. Kelly stopped into front of a nail salon; she froze seeing the woman she caught with Juice walking out of the place.

Ima paused to see Kelly; she brushed a hand into her hair pushing it behind her back. She looked Kelly up and down, seeing her biker boots tucked into her skinny jeans, her white wife beater was covered with a purple and blue plaid shirt opened. "No wonder he came to me." She lied still judging over Kelly; she even had her natural hair colour, her fingers bitten down to nubs. "You're a train wreck."

"Look." Kelly started with a rough tone, "I'm really not in the mood, so best you can do is just don't start with me." She turned to walk away, she felt sick looking at the woman knowing what she'd done with the person she thought she could trust.

Ima laughed, "Just as pathetic." She called after Kelly, and for that second she smirked to herself. "You know he was really good."

Clenching her fist Kelly inhaled sharply, "I'm giving you a warning, don't piss me off!" She growled, her mind was telling her to carry on walking, but she didn't want to walk away. She was begging for an excuse to beat her down.

"Look honey, if it makes you feel better it wouldn't have worked out." Ima's voice was grating on Kelly in all the wrong ways. But what was worse was that she didn't know how far Kelly was willing to go to vent her rage.

Turning on the balls of her feet Kelly was face to face with Ima, "See this is the problem, I don't really take the word of a Biker groupie…"

"I am no Biker groupie, and even if I was." She flicked her hair again, her eyes glaring down onto Kelly. "He still wanted me, and the fact that you're standing here looking like shit just proves how low he scooped when he decided to fuck a piece of white trash."

"See," Kelly pointed her finger, "That was just what I needed you to say." Her face let a smile slip, but her hand reached for the other woman's hair. In her rage, she smashed Ima's face into the wall next to the salon. Ima's face busting open with an explosion of blood, and Kelly pulled her hair to get a better look of her face.

Ima had tears running down her face, the pain was like nothing she ever felt before, but all she could see through her blurred vision was Kelly's face twisted into anger. "You don't fuck with someone who you don't know!" She brought her other fist to Ima's face, bringing her knee up to collide with her stomach.

Letting out a small cream of pain, Kelly kept pulling at Ima's hair while hitting her. Kelly dragged her to a pole smacking her face into it again. More blood coming from Ima's nose, her lip cracked as it started to bleed.

Ima spat out a tooth looking to the blood on the pavement, her blood and started to cry out in pain. "Please, stop…" Her voice was pleading to someone who wasn't listening.

Kelly laughed, "I'm sorry, didn't quite make that one out!" She shouted in Ima's face, she wanted to kill her; her rage had hit that peek. "I guess it's something to do with my white trash gene."

Kelly pushed Ima to the floor starting to kick in her everywhere she could; she was still kicking her as the police officer pulled her back.

Ima curled in a ball couldn't make anything out through her tears as an office tried to help her to her feet, "Don't worry, an ambulance is on the way…" His voice was soothing.

Kicking a screaming, Kelly felt herself being pushed into the swat car, looking out the window to see Ima still curled up in a pool of her own blood; Kelly just smirked as she was driven away.

Jax pulled up to the sheriff's office, getting off his bike he took his helmet off walking in stopping at the front desk, "Here to collect Kelly Madock." He inhaled looking around the place; he got the one phone call from his cousin telling him she needed to be picked up from jail.

"Hey Jax," The woman behind the desk smiled, "You doing okay?" She asked softly.

Jax did a double take, "Yeah, kids doing good." He then placed his hand on the counter looking through to the holding cells. "How long is this gonna take?"

"She'll be out in a moment Jax," The woman gave him a worried smile; "She's in some deep trouble." The woman gave Jax a receipt that he pocketed right away. "You should…" The receptionist stopped talking as Roosevelt stepped out of his office.

Roosevelt smiled big, "Jackson Teller." He laughed, "I'll find it funny." He rested against the desk looking Jax over. "Your cousin committed some serious GBH on a woman, and the woman isn't even pressing charges."

Jax shrugged, "What you expect me to say?" He kept his game face, "I'm just here to pick my cousin up and take her home." He gave a 'I don't give a fuck' grin.

"Well, I'm going to keep the case open, just in case the victim changes her mind." He smirked, "Make sure Miss Madock has no plans to leave town." He tapped the desk walking towards the holding cells letting Kelly out.

Roosevelt gave Kelly back her personal belongings, "Try not to see you in here again." He called as Jax put his arm around her walking her out of the place.

"Jerk!" Kelly muttered taking the bike helmet off of Jax; she paused seeing the look on his face. "What?"

"Was it worth it?" He asked, his tone bitter watching Kelly standing beside the bike, "And I'm not just talking about Ima's face."

"Juice's bike…" She exhaled looking away from Jax.

Jax snapped her attention by clearing his throat, "Yes his bike, what could have possessed you to do that to a member. It's not going to help your prospecting."

"I." Kelly folded her arms, "He broke my heart first." She then looked to the ground playing her feet in the dirt. "So can we like not talk about this, so you can just get me home."

"Yeah," Jax felt her getting on behind him; he took one of her hands lightly kissing it. "I'm not pissed at you Kelly; I just don't know what to do."

"Guess I'm right there with you." Kelly rested her head on his back as they now drove off home. Jax knew he couldn't tell Kelly, he didn't want to tell her. But for now he was just going to let her make her own mind up.