Fighting Destiny 13

Chapter 38 Pile On

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Author's Note: I decided to do one extra chapter so this story will end with chapter 40. I'm not just spreading out the chapters, but I'm adding some stuff I hadn't originally planned on writing.

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Tara assured Lowen that she had no idea what the detectives were talking about because the only time she touched the crucifix was when she was trying to save the nurse's life. Lowen told her that if they had a witness that could put the cross in her hands it would be very bad for her.

She and Lowen finished their meeting and Tara got in her van and left. Inside she was falling apart. Her worst fear was realized. Someone had to have seen her through that little window or Gemma had ratted her out.

Maybe she should have told Lowen the truth, but she didn't want to admit it. Admitting it would somehow make the trouble she might be in happen. It took every bit of control that she had to stay composed. She was so glad that she didn't have to worry about falling apart in front of Abel.

Jax would be at home and they could talk about this. His bike wasn't in the driveway when she got home. She went into the house before checking her messages. She'd switched off the notifications for texts before the police interview.

There was a text from Jax. He said there was some kind of porn emergency and he and Chibs were heading over to take care ot it. He said he shouldn't be gone long.

Tara went into the bedroom and changed into jeans and a T shirt and then carefully packed those clothes. Soon she was going to have to tell Lowen that she and Jax were leaving town. His house was being rented so it had been easy to keep their move secret.

She could go to prison. Her eyes filled with tears. She could lose years of her life because she had been trying to help that stupid MC get out from under RICO. She hated the MC. It was going to destroy her just like it had Otto. It was little comfort that he would likely spend the rest of his life behind bars.

She got a plastic cup, added ice and filled it with tap water. Her hand shook so much it took some effort to get the cup filled.

She felt like she was going to snap in two. The idea of being arrested, tried and possibly convicted for giving that damned Otto that crucifix made her feel like throwing up.

She tried to reassure herself that the detectives were just trying to scare her. It was all about helping the State of California avoid responsibility for the nurse's murder due to their poor security. Even if it went to trial, she was a doctor, an upstanding member of the community; she would get off with probation. A low level crime wouldn't cause her to lose her medical license.

No matter how much she told herself that she had nothing to worry about; she couldn't shake the feeling that the roof was about to fall in. Those detectives had it in for her and were going out of their way to try to hang charges on her.

The phone rang startling her. She jumped a little before going into the kitchen to answer the phone. She'd tried to talk Jax into getting rid of the landline, but he was old fashioned about some things.

Tara answered the phone cautiously.

"Is this Dr. Tara Knowles?" a man asked.

"Who is this?" Tara demanded. She hated people who asked who they were talking to without first identifying themselves first.

"I'm Anthony Turk. I represent Wendy Case Teller. She is filing for full custody of her son Abel based on the fact that you are an unfit mother."

Tara's anger bubbled up immediately filling her with rage.

"Did she forget to tell you that she preferred crank to getting prenatal care? Or that he almost died because she overdosed on crank?"

"She's not under investigation for murder," the man said coolly.

Tara felt like she'd been punched in the face. She was stunned that he would make that kind of comment to her. Jax was supposed to be handling the Wendy situation. Now, she was trying to take Abel from them.

"That's a bull shit investigation launched by the state to try to avoid responsibility for the poor security that allowed a mentally ill prisoner to kill a nurse," Tara snapped hotly. One advantage to being an outlaw biker's old lady was she knew what to say. It didn't mean she believed it, but she thought she could sell him on it.

"We'll see how the judge sees things."

"She signed over her parental rights," Tara reminded him coldly.

"That will never hold up. She was recovering from a drug overdose, had just given birth and lacked the mental capacity to make that decision."

"And where has she been the last three years of his life? She's never even called to see how he was doing. Wendy will never get custody."

"It isn't going to matter to you Dr. Knowles. You're going to be in prison. As long as Jax Teller is with you, Wendy will fight for custody. You're a murderer."

Tara lost her temper.

"You have anything else to say to me, you stupid bastard, call our attorney Allie Lowen," Tara said before slamming down the receiver. That was the one good thing about landlines; it was so satisfying to slam the phone down.

Tara's legs barely held her up as she walked into the family room and collapsed on the sofa. Losing her freedom, losing her son, what was there left to lose? She broke down in tears.

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"*******"

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Jax never thought he would find the porn business just a business, but the sight of naked women having sex had lost its charms—maybe because he knew the women. For the most part, they were either dumb, mean, childish, catty, prone to temper tantrums or a hellish combination of some or all of these traits. He was glad to hand things over to Chibs.

Ima had summoned him over some big blow up between her and Colette. She insisted that he was the only one that could smooth over the situation. She knew he was leaving and that Chibs was going to be in charge of running the studio for the MC, but she demanded he sort things out.

Ima was wearing a hot pink pair of thong panties, a skimpy bra and a matching hot pink ruffled robe. She was doing her best baby talk voice trying to be seductive.

When the voice and wardrobe failed, Ima moved in touching him, running her hands along his chest, licking her lips and pouting.

"Jax, I'm going to miss you so much. How about a farewell hook up?"

"Ima, I have an old lady. I'm not interested."

Ima stared at him. She'd never heard those words before. She didn't much like the sound of them either.

"Come on Jax. She'll never know," Ima said deciding to give it one last shot running her hands up the fly on his jeans.

Jax took a step back.

"What's the problem you need me to solve?"

Ima gave up. Jax had been with that bitch Tara too long to appreciate just how fine she was and what a dried up old prune Tara was.

"Go ask that bitch Colette."

"Last time you're going to see me, Ima," Jax said.

Ima smiled. She hoped like hell Colette succeeded because she wanted to screw over Jax for rejecting her and she didn't need Gemma's promise to let her direct as encouragement. It did make it that much sweeter though.

Jax found Colette on the suburban living room set. She was dressed in her slutty mom clothes—a low cut white blouse and a short black skirt with an ass high slit in the back. Her hair tumbled around her face just above her shoulders and her make-up was more every day rather than the extreme stuff porn stars usually wore. She also wore an pair of black beaded earrings that almost reached her shoulders.

He didn't know what it was about her that he found sexy. She had a trashy sort of sex appeal that he liked. She was also pretty smart and at least reasonable compared to the bat shit crazy of Ima.

"So what's the problem with Ima?" Jax asked. He leaned against the set's bar.

"Jax, it's always the same with her. You look tired. How are you doing? I feel so bad about Baby Nate."

Colette's soft voice and sympathetic manner provided balm to his soul. He could use a little compassion right now.

"Thanks, Colette," Jax said. "It's been rough."

Colette went over and put her hand on Jax's arm.

"I would do anything to make you feel better," Colette said somehow managing to strike the perfect tone between caring friend and sexual come on.

"I appreciate it. Gotta pass."

It would be so easy to take comfort in Colette's lips wrapped around his dick or from the softness of her body under his, but he was married, Tara was his old lady and he took that commitment seriously.

No one would ever know though. Colette wouldn't say anything unlike Ima who would live stream the damned thing like it was so sort of event. Just a few moments of comfort.

That was what was so hard with Tara. He just needed some comfort from her body. He wasn't even thinking about sex unless it went there. He just wanted that special solace that you can only get from physical contact. He craved holding her and being close to her, but she'd been so cold just shutting him out.

Colette gave Jax a kind smile before she began stroking his chest lightly with her fingertips.

"I know sometimes a man just needs a little comfort. Let me do this for you," Colette whispered.

It would be so damned easy to get a little comfort from Colette and if it stayed oral, that didn't even count as cheating according to MC rules. He knew though that Tara didn't believe oral sex didn't count as cheating. Just this once, a little physical contact though wouldn't hurt. Just this once.

Colette's hand wandered down to his fly and she slowly dropped to her knees.

"Stop," Jax said, but without any real force behind his words.

"Sure," Colette said leaning close to his crotch.

"No," Jax said finding his voice. "Stop," he said firmly.

"Damn," Colette said. "Don't move. My earring is caught on your zipper and you'll rip my ear.

Ima got some great shots shooting quickly and continuously. She maneuvered from behind a false wall to make sure the angles made it look exactly like Colette was giving Jax the blow job of a life time. This was the porn industry—appearances were all that mattered.

After less than a minute, she had enough pictures. She quickly scrolled through and picked out a dozen of the best and sent them to Tara, her lips set in an ear to ear smirk. Take that you pinch faced bitch, Ima thought.

Now that Colette had failed to get Jax to really let her give him a blow job, she tucked the phone into the pocket of her hot pink robe and walked in on them.

"Don't let me interrupt," Ima purred. "I'm used to watching. Won't be long before you're doing granny porn," Ima said to Colette. Granny porn was the lowest level of the porn industry. It was a small niche market of men who liked to watch grandmotherly looking women have sex with guys from barely legal to elderly.

Colette unhooked her earring from Jax's zipper pull and turned to face her rival.

"You'll age out soon—too diseased to get anymore work," Colette flung back.

"You're so loose, the guys can't even feel when they're inside you. And all my tests came back negative this week, bitch."

Jax heard enough. He wasn't in the mood to referee a cat fight.

"Figure it out," Jax said. "Don't call me over here again."

Jax left as the two women exchanged looks. They were all set for their next step on the climb to success—directing.

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"*******"

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Jax made the rounds of Cara Cara saying good-bye to the actors and those behind the scenes. It was under thirty people and he'd gotten to know all of them on some level while he'd been running the studio for SAMCRO.

He saved Lyla for last. She was the only porn star he actually liked. When the MC first took over the studio, the guys thought that meant that all the porn stars were sexually available to them. They didn't understand the difference between work and personal life.

They guys were coming on to Lyla pretty hard and she didn't even have sex on cameral with guys. She stuck to girl on girl. It made her feel less like a whore. She'd come to him in tears over what the guys were expecting of her.

Jax knew the world was a different place and sexual harassment even at a porn studio had no place at work. He'd reamed out the guys pretty good about their behavior and how much it could cost the MC if some of the girls decided to file lawsuits. After that, the guys reluctantly behaved themselves. They still dropped by the studio to watch, but they no longer made sexual overtures during work.

"Hope this move brings you happiness," Lyla said giving Jax a platonic kiss on the cheek.

"I put in a good word for you about directing," Jax said.

"Thanks," Lyla said. "Look something strange happened when you were with Colette. I overheard your conversation with Ima and I noticed that she followed you when you left. I was curious so I followed her. She hid behind a wall on set and started taking pictures of you with Colette's hands all over you. Then when it looked like Colette was giving you a blow job . . ."

"She didn't," Jax interrupted.

"I know, but from the angle Ima was shooting from, it could have looked like that."

Jax's face was flushed with anger.

"It gets worse," Lyla said softly trying to keep things low key so Jax wouldn't explode at her. "Ima's regular phone has this flashy pink sequined case. This wasn't that phone. After she finished taking the pictures, she paused with the phone in her hand. I think she may have sent the pictures to someone."

"Anything else?" Jax asked, his voice tight with anger.

"I know this doesn't make any sense, but Colette and Ima have been spending a lot of time together. I think they might have planned this."

"Thanks, Lyla."

"Could you keep my name out of it?"

"Sure. I'm blame Chibs if necessary."

Jax left. He was going to wrap his hands around that skinny blonde bitch's neck and squeeze the truth out of her.