Fighting Destiny 8
Chapter 33 Fierce Mother
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Gemma finished her phone call, hung up the phone in the kitchen, grabbed her handbag and left. Sometimes extreme situations called for extreme measures. She was put on this Earth to be a fierce mother and this was the time to step up and really be that fierce mother.
Jax belonged in Charming with her and his MC. The fact that he would even consider leaving town was proof enough that he wasn't thinking straight. This was all that bastard JT's fault. She thought she'd destroyed all of his stupid insane manuscripts, but Jax had found a copy or two somewhere and it had him all twisted up inside.
She'd skimmed through JT's manuscript and it was his typical bull shit writing about how he needed to place his son above the MC. Stupid fucking fool didn't get that his son needed to be brought up in the MC. That's how you reconcile the two worlds. He thought he was so damned smart and he wasn't smart enough to figure that out. Moron!
The hate she felt for JT and what he was doing to her and her son from beyond the grave made her so furious she wanted to go and spit on his grave. She wished the she and Clay had had the truck driver run him down before he wrote that damned manuscript.
No use dwelling on the past, Gemma decided. She needed to focus on the future and keeping her son and her grandson in Charming where they both belonged. What she was about to do wasn't something she was proud of but it was necessary to keep Jax in town.
Gemma pulled into the parking lot at Cara Cara. She'd only been there a handful of times since Luann's murder over a year ago. Poor Luann had been so proud that she'd risen from porn star to producer and director. That had all been thanks to Otto who bankrolled her.
At first, she'd tried to help Otto with his grief out of respect for Luann, but Otto, who always had some mental health issues, just became more and more unhinged until she quit visiting him entirely.
The fact that he'd killed a nurse didn't surprise her or that he'd come up with a way to try to hurt the MC by using Tara to get him the weapon. She was just surprised that he'd managed to put together a coherent plan and carry it out. Maybe he wasn't as crazy as she thought.
With Luann's death, there had been an opening for a producer/director and every porn star male or female imagined themselves moving up doing what every actor really wanted to do and that was direct. And that was what Gemma was counting on.
She walked through back door of Cara Cara completely unphased by the nudity and sex that was going on. Studio was a grand word for a large industrial building. Off to the left were a half dozen rooms open in the front for the cam girls that had become one of the newer revenue streams. The rooms ranged from pedophile sweet little girl rooms filled with stuffed animals to dungeons with whips, chains and toys capable of inflicting pain.
The middle of the building contained the standard porn sets a kitchen, living room, a couple of bedrooms, a hospital room for the Naughty Nurses series, a classroom for the Sex with Teacher series and an office set. Other sets would be built as needed or were stored in the back near the prop department.
Gemma saw Colette a worn looking blonde who claimed to be thirty-five but to Gemma's practiced eye she looked like she'd been thirty-five for at least ten years. Her career now consisted entirely of making older woman/barely legal teen boy movies.
Colette was smart. She knew if she wanted to stay in porn, she needed to work behind the camera. It just so happened that Jax had some kind of odd attraction to her. Gemma had overheard Juice and Chibs joking with him about it. She was going to be perfect for what she had in mind.
Ima was her next choice. Back when Jax and Tara were having issues when Abel had gotten kidnapped, he'd slept with Ima. Tara had been devastated and briefly ended things with him then. She'd been intensely jealous of Ima since and hated when Jax had to spend time at Cara Cara.
Thanks to a clever business agreement that Bobby insisted on, SAMCRO now owned Cara Cara completely. Otto had been paid off for his and Luann's share of the studio from the proceeds of a life insurance policy the Sons had on Luann's life as part of a key man policy.
Gemma found Colette just finishing a scene on the school set. The short, slight boy was eighteen but looked thirteen. Gemma didn't get the appeal of a grown woman having sex with a kid, but it must be a thing because a lot of teachers were getting arrested for it.
"I need to talk to you," Gemma said.
"I don't have another scene today," Colette said.
"I need to talk to Ima too," Gemma said.
"She's probably in her dressing room."
"Come on," Gemma said.
Ima shared a dressing room with her frequent co-star Lyla. Together they starred in the Saffron sisters series and made the studio boatloads of cash. Men just couldn't get enough of hot blonde girl on girl action, but, like Colette, Ima yearned to direct and tell other people what to do.
She especially yearned to order Lyla around because Lyla walked around the studio acting like she was better than all the other female porn stars because she only did girl on girl. Ima didn't understand how Lyla thought that made her better than anybody. It just made her a delusional hypocrite.
They found Ima sitting at her dressing table alone.
"You have a minute?" Gemma asked.
"I was getting ready to leave," Ima said. "I'm done for today."
"Good. Shut the door," Gemma nodded at Colette who shut the door.
The dressing room was a dingy white and not as untidy as Gemma expected. There were two dressing tables with lighted mirrors. There were a couple of racks of clothes and a couple of chairs for visitors and a plastic set of drawers on wheels that contained various hair styling tools.
Gemma took a seat at Lyla's dressing table and Colette took a seat in a plastic patio chair.
"I have a proposition for both of you that stays in this room," Gemma said.
Both women leaned towards Gemma sensing that this was going to be something interesting.
"My lips are sealed," Ima said.
"Yeah, me too," Colette said drily.
"No questions either. Here's what you will get in return. You both want to direct movies here. You get me what I want and I can guarantee that you both will get to direct a couple of scenes. You do a good job and you can be doing movies in a few weeks."
Gemma believed that she could convince the guys to give Ima and Colette an opportunity to direct a couple of scenes and if they had talent, then maybe the movie thing would happen for them. And in the end, she didn't care as long as she got what she needed from them. This was her son and grandson's future that she was fighting for and she would stop at nothing to do what was best for them including lying to a couple of porn whores.
"What do we have to do?" Colette asked.
"I want one of you and I don't care which one to suck or fuck Jax and the other one to take pictures."
The two women exchanged looks. This was a kink neither one had seen before, but they'd heard rumors about the unnaturally close relationship between mother and son.
"It's not like that," Gemma said with thick sarcasm. "I want the pictures to go to Tara."
A big smile spread across Ima's face. She hated Tara. She'd screw that bitch over for free, but she'd gladly accept an opportunity to direct as payment.
"When do you need this done?" Colette asked.
"In the next few days," Gemma said. "It has to be done before Friday."
"I've gotten close to Jax a few times, but nothing," Colette admitted.
"If you can't get him to do it, then make it look like you did. Use camera angles and trick him. Drug him. I don't give a shit what you have to do to get it done, just get it done if you two ever want to direct here."
Colette and Ima nodded.
"OK," Ima said.
"OK," Colette said.
Gemma opened her hand bag and handed them each a phone.
"Use these to take the pictures. There are two phone numbers in each phone. One is my cell number and the other is Tara's. When you get pics send them to the two numbers."
"And we both get to direct scenes," Colette said repeating the terms of the deal.
"That's right. Remember, this conversation never happened."
"And we have no idea how those pictures ended up being sent to Tara," Ima said.
"You got it," Gemma said.
"We'll get it done," Colette promised.
"It's going to be fun," Ima said with a smile.
Marriage hadn't kept JT from straying and it sure as hell wouldn't keep Jax faithful. Now that the porn whores were properly motivated, in a few days, Tara was going to get the proof that Jax would never change and Tara wasn't the type who would put up with an unfaithful husband.
That marriage was as good as over.