Synopsis: Lena Daniels has been in love with Jax Teller for half of her life. As she finally gains his heart, an old love comes back to Charming and threatens their future. Will Lena be able to handle Tara, and Jax's steady rise into the President's chair with SAMCRO?
Pairings: Jax Teller x Lena Daniels (OC), Jax Teller x Tara Knowles (past, mentioned), Jax Teller x Wendy Case (past)
Time Setting: Seasons 1-7
Warnings: DARK FIC fluff, angst, unprotected sex (wrap it, before you tap it, folks), pregnancy, miscarriage, insecurities, infidelity, canon SOA violence & gore, STRONG language, drug & alcohol use, lots of taking the LORD's name in vain, mentions of racism, mentions of rape, and character deaths
Author's Note: So, this is my first Sons of Anarchy story for those of you who are fans of the show. This fic is a Dark Fic. It is set during the timeline of the entire series, but I'm not going full canon. There will be things that are actually what happened in the show, but with my own twist, and things that are not show canon. The narrative is set to fit the story itself. If you are a Tara Knowles fan, be warned, as this story may not be for you. Also please HEED the warnings. They are there for those get triggered by certain topics. I will post another warning before each chapter to give a final warning.
Chapter 6:
"I'm so sorry, Jackson. She lost the baby."
Jax felt his heart fall into the pit of his stomach, as he took a step back from his mother's reach. "She lost," he choked, "she lost the baby?"
Gemma swallowed thickly, nodding her head. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart."
Jax then ran a hand across his tired face, trying to qualm his growing emotions. "Where is she?"
"She's in there." Clay stepped up, planting a comforting hand on Gemma's shoulder. He then pointed to the room that was right behind them.
Jax immediately sidestepped his mother and stepfather, heading toward the room, desperate to see Lena.
"Jax," Gemma called out to stop him, "she's resting right now. They gave her a sedative for the pain."
Jax just ignored his mother and made his way into the room. The moment he shut the door behind himself, the image he saw nearly broke his heart. Lena was laying turned away from the door. She was curled into the fetal position, soundly asleep.
Jax swallowed the lump at the back of his throat, just looking at her form. His guilt quickly started eating at him. If he hadn't been dealing with Tara, and Kohn, which for sure he thought had left town, then he could have been here for Lena.
Releasing a deep breath, Jax cautiously made his way toward Lena. When he finally stopped right in front of her, he ran a soothing hand across her cheek, before bending forward to place a gentle kiss against her forehead.
Lena began to stir a bit at the contact, and her eyes fluttered open. She was relieved to see that Jax was finally here. "Jax." She barely choked out.
"I'm here, baby." Jax stroked his calloused thumb against the softness of her cheek.
Lena's bottom lip trembled, as she grabbed ahold of his kutte and pulling him further to her. "I'm so sorry, Jax."
Jax shook his head, feeling his own tears start to burn the back of his eyes. "Baby, this is not your fault, okay." He whispered, leaning forward to brush a gentle kiss across her lips, before gathering her into his arms.
Lena clutched onto Jax as much as she could, as released a full body sob into his chest.
Lena was finally released from the hospital the following morning. Jax was by her side every step of the way, even helping her into Gemma's truck, and following right behind them on his bike.
Lena had barely spoken a word since she had cried herself to sleep in Jax's arms the night before. When the doctor, who came to release her, asked her how she was feeling, she replied with one simple word: empty.
Upon hearing her say that word caused Jax's heart to break a little more. The guilt for leaving her that night for Tara still eating away at him.
When they arrived back at the house, Jax helped lay Lena down into what was now their bed. He then sadly watched as she curled herself away from him.
"Hey," Jax sat down on the bed behind her, his hand splayed against her hip, "you need anything?"
Lena sniffled, wiping a stray tear, and shook her head. Her only answer.
"Baby," Jax exhausted, "I want to help you. What can I do?"
Things were quiet for a few seconds, and Jax thought Lena wasn't going to answer, until she squeaked out, "where were you last night?"
That question caught Jax off guard. He didn't know exactly what to say. If he told her the truth then he would run the risk of her shutting down on him. But he didn't want to lie to her either. So, he just stayed silent.
"So," Lena whispered softly, "I'll take your silence as you were with Tara."
Jax sighed heavily. "She needed my help with Kohn."
Lena was quiet for another few moments, before she choked, "I needed you."
Jax released a shuddering breath, leaning forward on his elbows, and shoving his face in his hands. He had no idea what to do here. So, after a few minutes of silence, he stood his feet and then leaned over to kiss her temple.
"I'll be back." He told her, but he didn't receive an answer.
Jax then made his way out of the room only to find Gemma waiting in the hallway.
"How is she?" Gemma walked up to her son, seeing the pain in his blue eyes.
Jax sighed heavily, looking back at the room and then back at his mother. "Not good, mom. I want to help her, but I'm sure I know how."
Gemma folded her arms together in a comforting manner. "She's gonna be fine, Jackson. She just needs some time. She just lost a baby. That's a traumatic thing to go through. You just need to give her that time. You need me to stay with her while you meet with the club?"
Jax looked back at room once again, thinking about it for a second, before he shook his head. "Nah, I think I'm gonna stay here with her. Make sure she eats and shit. You go home." He reached forward and gave her arms a gentle squeeze.
"You sure?" Gemma questioned, and he nodded. "Okay, sweetheart." She then pulled him into a hug and kissing his cheek. "You call if you need anything."
"I will." Jax told his mother, as he walked her out of his house. Gemma gave him one last hug before he closed and locked the door.
Releasing another sigh, Jax removed his kutte, hanging it on the coat rack, and walked back to the bedroom. As he opened the door, he found her in the same position he had left her in just a few minutes ago, but this time she was asleep. He proceeded to pull his hoodie over his head, along with his white t-shirt, dropping them onto the floor. He finally toed off his white sneakers and removed his jeans, before climbing into the bed next to Lena.
Jax watched Lena for a few moments, as her body rose and fell with every breath she took. He then grabbed her hands, and she subconsciously draped her body across his, snuggling closer into his warmth. He placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and laid her open palm against his bare chest.
The next morning Lena's eyes fluttered open, and she was graced with the presence of the most beautiful, crystal blue eyes that she loved so much.
"Hey," Jax ran a soothing hand across her mountain of curls, "I gotta go take care of some club shit, okay. I'll be back in a little while."
Lena just nodded her head, still not feeling up to speaking.
Jax sighed, kissing her forehead softly. "I made you some tea." He pointed to the steaming cup on the bedside table. "And there's some eggs and toast in the microwave."
And this was what Jax did every morning for the next several days. The first two days he would come home disappointed to find that the eggs and toast were still in the microwave and the tea was barely touched. Then the following day, the tea was drunk and the toast was eaten. Then yesterday all of it was gone.
Today, to Jax's shock and surprise, Lena was finally up and about.
"Hey," Jax said walking into the bedroom to find Lena tying the straps of her boots. "You're up?"
Lena looked up at Jax, giving him a warm smile. This was the first time in days that she had smiled. "Yeah, I figured it was time to finally stop grieving. I'm sorry I've been such a recluse."
Jax shook his head dismissively, shoving his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. "Stop. Please, don't blame yourself for any of this. None of it is your fault. The doctor said that sometimes it just happens. No reasons why."
"I know." Lena replied desolately. "But I can't help but feel like it is." Jax went to tell her that she didn't need to, but couldn't form the words, when she stood to her feet and approached him. "I just want to thank you for giving me the time that I needed." She stood on the tips of her toes and pressed her lips softly against his and quickly pulled away.
"Where you going?" Jax questioned, watching as she reached for her things.
"Just to stop by my house really quick, grab some more things, then I'm gonna head to the clubhouse. I can't stay in this room like this any longer." She told him, and before he could protest, she disappeared from his sight.
Lena arrived at the clubhouse a short time later. She walked in to see Clay and Piney sitting at the bar with some strange guy she had never seen before.
"Well, well, well, look who's back on her feet." Clay announced with a smile on his face, as he saw Lena making her way toward them. "What are you doing here?"
Lena approached the MC President, giving him a warm hug and a kiss on the cheek. "I just figured you needed me to get back to work."
Clay shook his head dismissively. "That's nonsense, girl. You could take all the time you need."
"No," Lena responded, heading behind the bar to put her things away, "I have to do something. I can't just wallow anymore."
"How're you feeling?" Piney question, placing a comforting hand on hers.
Lena looked down at the gesture, a million thoughts running through her mind. After she had the miscarriage, news of her failed pregnancy spread like wildfire through the MC. Some of the croweaters, she didn't know about, and even the Nevada charter, were sending in their condolences. She was grateful for their support, but she was also tired of it. She just wanted to not think of it anymore. Every time she did, that emptiness she now felt would start to suffocate her.
"I'm okay, Piney." Lena swallowed thickly, giving her grandfather's closest friend a warm smile back. She then looked over to the strange man who was sitting there quietly, sipping on his mug of beer. "Hi."
"Hi." The guy nodded a little too skittishly.
"Lee, this is Chucky. Chucky, this is Lena, Jax's Old Lady." Clay introduced the two of them.
Lena went to shake Chucky's outstretched hand when Piney not so subtly placed his hand over hers, stopping her actions. She turned to the old man, giving him a look of confusion, and he just shook his head in warning.
Lena then soon found out why.
Chucky, feeling a bit rejected by Lena, immediately stuck his hand down his khaki pants and started jackhammering on his genitals.
Lena choked back, standing there wide eyed really not believing her eyes. This strange man, that she had never met until today, was actually masturbating in front of the three of them. She then turned to look at Clay and Piney, and they both reassured her that she wasn't going crazy.
"Yeah," Clay began, "he's got that, what do you call it?" He turned to look at Chucky. "Compuls–"
"Compulsive Masturbation Disorder, CMD." Chucky explained, still going to town on himself.
Lena pulled a face of disgust, but still not looking away. It was like watching a car wreck, and Chucky was showing no signs of stopping.
"Alright," Clay boasted, "get your goddamn hands out of your pants, Chucky. There's a lady present."
Chucky stopped, looking over at Lena, who still had yet to look away. "Oh, I'm sorry, Miss." He immediately removed his hand from his pants. "Sorry about that. It literally has a mind of its own. Especially without my meds."
"I guess it's all good." Lena commented, before looking at Piney and Clay once more. "I thought boys got over that after 13." She joked.
Both Piney and Clay cracked a small smile.
"Hey, sweetheart, could you us give a few? We gotta talk business." Clay questioned.
Lena nodded. "Okay, I guess I'll be in the back doing some inventory."
"Thank you." Clay told her. "Glad to have you back."
Lena gave Clay another warm smile, before retreating into the back kitchen. When she got there, she noticed the boxes of the delivered alcohol piled high, in the corner, as if they had been waiting for her. It was always like this. If she didn't show up for a day or two, things would just go to the wayside, waiting for her to come. It was almost as if she were running the bar herself.
Lena just sighed and dived in. At least dealing with this, she didn't have to deal with all the other shit on her mind.
A little later on, Lena found herself arranging and cleaning the liquor shelf back out front. She had completed the much needed inventory, and was now tasking herself with doing other things. As, again, if she wouldn't do it, then no one would.
The clubhouse was completely dead. Clay and Piney disappeared with that masturbating freak, so it just left her and maybe one or two other people. The rest of the MC would more than likely show up a little later on.
As Lena turned to write down some notes of things she had missed, that needed to be ordered, her stomach dropped at the sight of Tara Knowles casually strolling her way inside. This woman had the worst time of showing up unexpectedly. Tara was literally the last person that Lena needed or even wanted to see right now.
"What are you doing here?" Lena questioned, when Tara cautiously approached her. "Jax isn't here."
Tara nodded nervously. "I know. I'm here to see you, actually."
Lena's brows furrowed in confusion. What could possibly be the reason that the good doctor needed to see her? "Me? Why?"
Tara cleared her throat, taking a seat a seat at the bar. "Jax told me what happened, and I wanted to personally offer my condolences."
Lena actually giggled at that. This bitch wasn't serious, was she? "Your condolences? Your condolences?" Lena questioned in confusion, but then realized how much the sight of this woman was making her angry. "You know what Tara? You know what you can do with your condolences? You can shove your condolences right up your skinny ass." She spat bitterly.
Lena was too emotionally unstable to deal with Tara at this moment. Just thinking about Jax not being with her, the time when she needed him the most, to help Tara deal with her psycho stalker ex-boyfriend, caused the blood to boil in Lena's system.
"Excuse me?" Tara looked at Lena a little taken aback.
Lena was even a little surprised at her sudden outburst of anger toward the doctor, but she wasn't done. Not by far. "I don't know what you thought by coming here and offering your condolences was gonna do when you and I both know that it's bullshit."
"It's not bullshit, Lena." Tara muttered in shock.
"It's not?" Lena looked at Tara and all she still felt was pure anger. "You say that you're not here for Jax -that you didn't come back to Charming for Jax- but yet every time I see him, you're lurking in the vicinity. And now you're here."
"I'm his son's surgeon." Tara tried to justify.
"Is that what you tell yourself at night, Tara? To make yourself feel better?"
"Look," Tara released a deep breath, "I just came here to–"
Lena quickly cut her off. "I know exactly what you just came here to do. Look, you and me, we need to get a few things straight, Tara. First, you being around Jax, relying on him to deal with your shit, that ends now." Tara went to protest when Lena stopped her and continued. "And second, you need to learn your place. I'm Jax's Old Lady, not you. You gave that up 10 years ago. If you want to call this marking my territory, have the fuck at it. But Jax is mine. So, stay away from him and stay the hell away from me. Are we understood?"
Tara pursed her lips, trying to figure out what she was going to say next. But she thought better of it and just nodded her head. "Fine."
"Now, I need you to leave, and take your shitty condolences with you."
Tara hesitated for a moment, before standing up from her seat, and walking out of the clubhouse.
Lena watched as Tara disappeared from her sight. The bottle she hadn't realized that she was still holding onto, shook uncontrollably. She itched to throw the bottle across the room to let her emotions loose, but instead she poured herself a shot. And for good measure, she poured herself three more.
The clubhouse was now hustling and bustling with patrons, as Lena had expected it to. She was busy, tending behind the bar, pouring drinks and taking shots with the members of SAMCRO that had showed up. Of course, Jax wasn't with them, and at this point, Lena didn't really care.
"How you feelin', baby girl?" Tig asked, sipping his beer bottle.
"I'm feeling better." Lena replied, trying to push down the urge of telling folks to stop asking her that.
"Yeah, Jackie boy was tellin' us you were takin' it pretty hard." Chibs commented, as Lena poured him a shot. "Just so you know, SAMCRO is here for you. Whatever you need."
Tig nodded in agreement.
"Thanks boys." Lena gave them a warm smile, this time pouring two more shots. One for Tig and one for herself.
The three of them toasted, clinking their glasses together, and throwing the shots back. Lena winced feeling the burn of the liquor hitting the back of her throat. She was now definitely starting to feel it. When she looked up she saw Jax making his way over to her.
"Hey, babe," Lena greeted him.
"Hey."
Lena offered him a shot, but he turned it down. She just shrugged and took it herself, receiving praise from Tig and Chibs.
"How many of those have you had tonight?" Jax looked at Lena with concern written in his blue eyes. Lena just shrugged and shot back another. "Maybe you need to slow down a bit. You're gonna make yourself sick."
Lena rolled her eyes annoyed and poured herself another shot. "I'm fine, Jax." She went to toss that one back, before he stopped her.
Jax took the shot from her hands. "Can we talk?"
Lena sighed heavily, setting the bottle down, and making her way around the bar. Jax then downed the shot for himself, setting the shot glass down on the bar table, before patting Chib's back and taking Lena back to the apartments.
Lena went and sat on the bed, while Jax shut the door behind them. "So, what's up?"
Jax joined her. "So, I got, um, got some good news. Abel is coming out of the incubator tomorrow and we can finally hold him."
At the mention of Abel, Lena felt a stabbing pain in her chest. It had been days since she'd seen him, since that day, and hearing that he was getting better that they'd be able to actually hold him, should have been the good news that she needed to hear. And for some reason, it wasn't.
But she couldn't let Jax know that. "That's great, Jax."
Jax nodded, smiling. "He should be coming home real soon."
That was also something that Lena couldn't bare to hear, but she pushed all of those feelings down. "That's awesome. I'm so happy." She pasted on a big smile.
Jax looked at her, noticing that her smile didn't quite reach her eyes. "Hey, you would tell me if you're not okay, right?"
Lena swallowed thickly, leaning forward and pressed her mouth against his. Jax was caught off guard by the kiss, but quickly melted into it. She then grabbed the lapels of his kutte, pulling him further toward her, as they fell back on the bed. Their mouths were still fused together in a tight liplock.
Jax cupped his hand beneath Lena's jaw, as their kiss continued to deepen.
Then suddenly the door to the apartment door was opened, and the pair pulled apart.
"Hey, man, sorry to interrupt," Opie stood awkwardly by the door, "we got a problem. Mayans."
Jax nodded at his best friend. "Yeah, I'll be out in a minute."
Opie also nodded, shutting the door.
Jax sighed, running a hand through his shaggy hair. "You gonna be okay?" He turned to look at Lena.
"Yeah, of course." Lena told him, not quite making eye contact with her boyfriend.
Jax, again, cupping her face in his hands, leaned forward and kissed her lips. He then stood to his feet and headed out of the door.
Lena sat there for a few seconds after Jax had left. All of a sudden, her body was starting to shake, and she felt the tears stinging her eyes. But nipped that in the bud quickly, swallowing it all down. She then ran a hand through her now straightened locks and stood to her feet. If she was telling people that she was fine, she needed to play the part.
Lena awoke the next morning, and like always, Jax wasn't there. But when she rolled over, she found a note written from him, laying on his pillow. He was requesting that she meet him at the hospital like they'd disgusted the night before.
Lena read the note over and over again. She had contemplated on not going. Especially, since her emotions were all over the place, and she knew that Abel shouldn't be exposed to that. But she fought against it. She also knew that Abel didn't deserve her abandonment. It wasn't that baby's fault that she had lost her own. So, she just decided to suck it up and go see him.
After getting dressed, Lena had made her way to the kitchen to make herself a cup of coffee. As she rummaged through the mess of the cabinets for some sugar, something quickly caught her eye. She swallowed thickly, her fingers brushing against the smoothness of the glass, before pulling it down to her. She stared at the swishing clear liquid, as it stared tauntingly back at her. This must have been from Wendy's secret stash that was left behind.
Lena thought about shoving the bottle back behind the other crap in the cabinet she got it from, but the ache in her chest realized how much it was calling out to her to numb her pain.
Without any further thought, Lena dumped her coffee and cup into the sink and grabbed a glass instead. Pouring herself a generous amount, she didn't hesitate to toss it down, feeling the immediate burn as it hit the back of her throat. When she finished, she went to pour herself another, but was disappointed to find the bottle empty.
Feeling the ache in chest growing and the guilt resonating in the pit of her stomach, Lena released a mournful sigh. She then tossed the bottle and the glass into the sink, causing them both to nearly shatter. With a shaky hand, she ran it across her sleek ponytail in frustration.
What the hell was going on with me? Lena thought to herself.
After a few moments, Lena finally calmed herself down, grabbed her things and headed out of the house.
Lena pulled her Mustang into the empty visitor's spot of St Thomas, before turning the car off. She checked herself in her mirror, trying to make herself look as decent as possible. She then subconsciously turned to look down at her purse, that was sitting opened in the passenger's seat. She quickly reached over and pulled a small, clear object from its confinements.
Lena swallowed thickly, looking down at was a bottle currently in her hands. She hated herself for even having this in her possession, but it was like her mind pulled her to make a quick stop to pick up the one thing that helped her mask the pain that was clenching in her gut.
Quickly unscrewing the cap, Lena placed the tip of the bottle to her plush lips. She hesitated for a moment, but then thought against it, tipping the bottle back and taking a few desperate swallows. This time she barely even flinched as the clear liquid burned the back of her throat. Once she was satisfied, she twisted the cap back on and shoved the bottle back into her purse.
Lena nearly stumbled out of her car, her equilibrium already a bit compromised. She quickly got herself together, before making her way into the hospital, where she headed toward the NICU. A place that was all too familiar to her now.
Lena was just about to head into Abel's room, when she peeked through the window. Her heart dropped, and she immediately felt sick to her stomach. There, she saw Jax's ex cradling his son in her arms. But this ex wasn't Tara.
"Wendy." Lena choked out.
The last time Lena had seen Wendy, she was lying unconscious on Jax's kitchen floor. Wendy was drugged up and strung out. Now, Wendy looked like a completely different person. She looked healthy and ready to be a mother to Abel.
"Yeah, I was surprised to see her too."
A voice came up behind Lena, nearly scaring her. When she turned around, she found Tara slowly approaching her. Lena certainly didn't have time to deal with this one of Jax's exes, but she knew it was inevitable that she would see the woman here.
Lena rolled eyes, muttering to herself. "Jesus Christ, it's a goddamn trifecta." She then turned back to peer at Wendy, who looked so happy with Abel. "I thought I told you to stay away from me?"
The doctor let out an annoyed sigh. "This is a hospital, Lena. I actually work here. And despite what you want, I'm still Abel's doctor."
Again, Lena rolled her eyes. She was starting to get that itch for that bottle down in her purse.
Tara then had the nerve to step closer to Lena, who was still standing at the window. "Look, maybe you and I should talk about the things you said to me yesterday. I just want to clear the air."
Lena scoffed, turning her head to face Tara. "No, we don't actually. I meant everything that I said to you, Tara. We're done here."
Tara eyed Lena warily. "Have you been drinking this morning?"
Lena let out a small, frustrated groan. "And why exactly would you say that?"
Tara took a half step toward Lena, holding her clipboard closer to her body. "Well, your speech is a bit slurred. Your eyes are glassy. Pupils dilated. And you smell like a brewery."
Lena pursed her lips together, not wanting to hear anymore of what Tara was trying to accuse her of. Yes, she had a little bit to drink, but she was a fucking adult. Lena didn't have to answer to anyone. Especially not Tara. "Look, what I do or don't do is none of your fucking business."
Tara stood a step back in surprise. "Oh, I beg to differ. You're in a hospital, surrounded by small, sick children. It is my job and my business to make sure that nothing happens to them. Maybe you should sober up, before I let you in there to see Abel."
"Let me?" Lena exclaimed, not believing what Tara just said to her. "Oh, honey, you don't run anything around here. Especially not me. If I want to see Abel, I have every right to. I've been here almost every fucking day since the day he was born. I am just as much as his parent to him as Jax or Wendy."
Tara shook her head dismissively walking back up to Lena. "Look, I know that losing the baby was hard on you, but maybe you need to slow down, before you really hurt yourself or even Jax."
Lena was just about to say something else when they were both approached by Jax.
"Hey, what's going on?" Jax questioned, flitting his blue eyes between his ex-girlfriend and his current. The rest of SAMCRO had followed right behind him, but stopped shortly as the two women stood at odds with each other.
Before Lena could tell Jax that everything was fine, Tara spoke up first. "Maybe should ask your girlfriend how much she's had to drink today." She sneered, walking away.
Jax watched Tara walk away, before looking down at Lena, who looked beyond irritated. "The hell is she talking about?"
Lena folded her arms across her chest, looking down at her shuffling feet. "She's just being a paranoid bitch, Jax. I'm fine."
"Hey," Jax reached out to grab her face in his hands, and she finally looked up at him, "have you been drinking today, Lee?"
Again, Lena scoffed, pulling back from Jax's grip. "You know what? I think I'm gonna take off."
As Lena turned to walk away from Jax, he stopped her, gently grabbing her elbow. "What's going on with you?"
Lena sighed heavily, turning back to face Jax. "Maybe I'm just a little overwhelmed right now. I just lost a baby, in which, apparently you don't give a rat's ass about. And your exes keep popping up like mole rats. I just…I can't right now, Jax. So, I'm just not going to bother anymore. You and Wendy need to have some time with Abel." She turned to walk away again, when Jax called out to her. "Just leave me alone right now." She told him and kept walking until she was out of the hospital door.
The moment Lena hit the steps of the hospital, she immediately felt the overwhelming urge to retrieve that bottle in her purse, but thought better of it when she was approached by another unwelcomed face.
"And this day just got worse." Lena muttered to herself, before looking over at that unwelcomed face. "Is this what you ATF freaks do in your spare time? Lurk outside of hospitals?"
Federal Agent June Stahl chuckled sarcastically striding her way up to Jax Teller's Old Lady. She had been in town long before Kohn showed his face, one of the many unsuccessful feds to come and leave with absolutely nothing on SAMCRO. But this bitch was more than determined to take down the most notorious motorcycle gang on the west coast.
"I guess you are referring to my former colleague, Agent Josh Kohn." Agent Stahl stood intimidatingly in front of Lena, her gold badge gleaming and 9mm pistol on her hip. "Which, by the way, he never made it to Chicago. You wouldn't happen to anything about that now would you?"
Lena swallowed thickly, knowing that if Kohn was forced to leave town, but never made it, that Jax definitely had something to do with it. Her Old Man was determined to make the ATF agent pay for what he did to them. But of course, Lena wasn't going to let Stahl know of her suspicions.
"No," Lena shook her head, "but if anything did happen to that creep, I doubt anyone would miss him. So, good fucking riddance." She stated, trying to walk away.
Agent Stahl immediately stopped Lena, grabbing onto her upper arm. "No need to go anywhere, Miss Daniels. You and I need to have a chat."
Lena looked down at Agent Stahl's grip on her arm, similar to when Kohn grabbed her. She quickly snatched her way out of the grip. She was definitely not chatting mood today. "Well, that sucks for you, Agent, because I'm not really feeling up to chatting today. Especially not with you."
Agent Stahl, again, stood in front of Lena, glaring at her. "Oh, you thought that was an option? No, sweetheart. You're gonna come down to the station with me, and me and you are gonna have a nice, long talk."
"I don't have anything to say to you." Lena spat bitterly. "Now, unless you have a warrant, I need to be on my way."
As Lena began to walk away, she hadn't realized that Agent Stahl had spied something suspiciously hanging out of her purse.
"Hold up," Stahl stopped Lena, causing her to turn around, annoyed, "what's this?" She teasingly tipped over the half drank bottle of vodka that was supposed to have been at the bottom of Lena's bag. "An open container, in what I'm assuming will be in your car. That's kind of illegal. Maybe I should test your blood alcohol level and arrest you with the intent to drive under the influence."
Lena sighed heavily, folding her arms across her chest. She was fucking screwed. "What do you want from me?"
Agent Stahl smirked at getting her way once again. "A moment of your time. And this," she eyed the bottle again, "this goes away. The decision is yours."