I'm back, my readers! I'm sorry about the three month hiatus when it came to this story. I haven't gotten the chance to watch season three of SOA ( watching the season I'm writing about tends to create ideas for me) since I've been busy until now that is :). Just a heads up, I am not able to insert breaks into the chapter so I will actually write the word so there is no confusion. I hope you enjoy the new chapter!
Jax did not say one word to me as we made our way closer to the airstrip.
I could see him glance at me time to time from the corner of my eye, but I didn't dare to lock eyes with my angry husband.
I knew once I did that, I would be the one to break this uncomfortable silence and an arguement would insue.
So I bit my eager tongue, pretending to take interest in the passing scenery through the open car window.
Jax brought the car to a stop when we reached the airstrip where Elliot's plane waited only a couple yards away.
We all got out of the car, recieving shocked expressions from the club.
Elliot, who was also there, wasn't surprised one bit.
"You're late," he pointed out, looking at his watch.
"I know. I had a couple of last minute additions to the plan," he replied, shifting his eyes between Gemma and me.
Jax climbed up the small set of stairs, being the first to board the plane.
I followed suit, ready to face the noise.
He was standing in the narrow aisle, turning his body sideways to let me pass him.
I took a seat only for him to sit next to me.
We both buckled our seatbelts, sitting straight up.
I set my purse on the floor in front of my feet, going back to looking out the window.
I pulled my long locks to one shoulder, creating a thick, effortless braid.
With the brown hairtie around my wrist, I secured the braid, twisting the hairtie around the end.
"Mel.."
Here we go.
He's taken my suggestion that I made in the hospital parking lot to heart.
He's going to begin the arguement that I know he's being itching for.
The club and Gemma seated themselves close to the two of us, and I knew exactly why they would do such a thing.
They all wanted to see how our little spat was going to play out.
Jax's eyes fell onto me and he took my hand in his, causing me to look at him.
"You know I ask you to stay put so I can keep you safe from all the shit that tends to come our way. If something happened to you, my world would fucking implode."
I turned my body in the seat, completely facing him.
"I get you're trying to keep me safe baby, I do. But, you've known me since we were five. You should know I'm not the kind of girl that sits on her ass and watches the people she cares about enter life's many battles on their own. I'm gonna and will be right there next to you, no matter how bad this shit gets because I love you. You know deep down, your're happy I came with you," I grinned, resting my chin on his shoulder, coiling my arm around his.
A smile crossed his perfect face.
He leaned closer to me, kissing my forehead.
"I expected you to be angrier," I stated, intertwining our fingers.
"I was. I was furious. But, I love you so much, my anger towards you tends to fade pretty fast. It's fucking frustrating. Looks like I found my kryptonite."
I smiled, giving him a kiss on the lips.
I brought my mouth close to his ear.
"We have ten hours to kill, and I've always wanted to join the mile high club."
"Really? My mom is only a couple feet away."
I unbuckled myself and stood up, climbing over his lap one leg at a time.
I grabbed his hand, pulling him toward the back of the plane, resting his hand on my shoulder.
"Good thing we have the bathroom for some privacy," I replied, opening the bathroom door.
He lifted me into his arms, setting me down on the small bathroom counter.
Jax closed the sliding door with rapid speed, breaking the door's lock.
Gemma chuckled, lifting herself upwards, peering over the seats to look at the airplane's restroom.
"I hope you boys used T-M's shitter before you got here because I have a feeling we won't see those two until we land."
(Break)
Oswald's Plane finally landed.
Gemma was right.
Melanie and Jax still hasn't left the bathroom.
Bobby vounteered to retrieve the couple and got up out of his seat.
He reached the bathroom door, discovering the door was slightly open.
The sounds that were coming from this bathroom for the past ten hours gotten to him and he peaked inside.
The couple was completely naked.
Jax had Melanie pinned up against the corner of the compact bathroom, slamming into her.
Bobby looked away from the steamy sight and knocked on the door.
Jax stopped thrusting into me when a knock was made at the door.
He let go of my legs, pulling out of me.
He pulled up his pants and boxers, opening the door just a bit more than it already was.
"Time to wrap it up, brother. We're here."
"Okay, we'll be out in a minute."
Jax and I exited the plane hand in hand with our bags on our shoulders.
Outside the plane stood each member of the Sambel charter with a large tow truck of bikes behind them.
The men greeted and hugged each other, saving Jax and me for last.
"Jackson, welcome to Ireland," McGee greeted.
I let go of Jax's hand before McGee pulled him into a tight hug.
"Who's this beauty," he asked, directing his attention to me.
"McGee, this is my wife Melanie. Mel, this is McGee."
I stretched out my hand to shake his.
"Hi, it's nice meeting you."
He shook my hand, planting a kiss on my cheek.
"Nice meetin' you too, love. "
Both Charters helped unload the bikes from the tow truck for Jax and the club to borrow for the time being.
"Gemma, Melanie, you both will ride with Padric," McGee stated as Padric took mine and Gemma's bags from our possession, putting them in the back of the black truck.
Gemma opened the passenger car door, climbing into the front seat.
With the back door still open, Padric took my hand, helping me inside, closing the door behind me.
Both charters started the bikes, each one roaring to life.
Padric turned the key in the ignition, following the long line of motorcycles.
(Break)
The truck rolled to a stop a good twenty feet away from the clubs.
Shit.
A fucking police barricade.
"Should we be worried," I asked Padric, leaning on Gemma's seat.
"No, they do this to everyone. They'll just check ids and send us through."
The policeman yanked the men's passports out of their hands, lining them up.
"Padric, no disrespect, but I think you're wrong."
The clubs were layed down onto the floor with only Chibs standing.
He spit on a cop and a fight broke out.
"Fuck," Gemma breathed out, the both of us anxious to do something about what was happening to our husbands and their brothers.
"That's not possible. How could they get intel that fast?"
The cops tied the men's wrists behind their backs, putting them in the back of their vehicle.
Gemma looked back at me, and I nodded.
I sat back in the seat , gripping the handlebar above the door, bracing myself for what was going to happen next.
She stepped on the gas and grabbed the wheel, running the policeman's transport vehicle off the road and into a large boulder on the side of the road.
Padric looked at the both of us in awe.
Gemma and I both exited the truck with our guns that were supplied by Jax and Clay in hand.
"American women.. Batshit crazy," he breathed, getting out of the driver's seat.
The guys filed out of the truck.
Between Gemma and I, we shoved our handguns in the back of our jeans, undoing the ties around the men's wrists.
Jax rubbed his wrists, tossing the tie onto the dirt road.
"Are you okay baby," I asked.
He nodded.
"Yeah. Just another fun filled day."
(Break)
We reached Sambel's clubhouse which was also the same location of Maureen Ashby's home.
Jax parked his temporary motorcycle, heading over to the black truck.
He opened the back door for me, taking my hand in his.
Clay, Jax, Gemma, and me approached a woman with blonde hair.
"Hi Gemma," she greeted nervously.
The tension between the two women was pulpable.
"Hi Maureen," she forced a smile that quickly diminished.
"You must be Jackson," she turned her attention to Jax, shaking his hand.
"Yeah. This is my wife Melanie," he let go of my hand, resting his hand against the small of my back.
I removed my sunglasses from my face, setting them atop of my head.
"Nice to meet ya."
"Likewise," I replied, shaking her hand.
"Would you like some tea?", she asked.
"I don't want any god damn tea. Where is my grandson?." Gemma scoffed, shaking her head.
"Gem, some respect goes a long way."
Gemma checked herself, in search of the right words.
"You got coffee?"
"Aye."
I stood oustide Maureen's home with the cup of coffee she prepared for me.
My thumbs traced small circles on the floral ceramic cup, watching the cars pass by.
The conversation we shared with Maureen was vague.
I was in the wrong thinking we would get straight answers right off the bat when it comes to Abel's whereabouts.
She told us we have to wait.
How does she expect us to wait?
How can you wait when your child is out there with god knows who?
She reassured us he was safe, but I had a really hard time believing that.
I brought the cup to my mouth, downing the rest of my lukewarm coffee.
A young woman who looked no older than 20 approached the long staircase where I stood.
"Hi, I'm Trinity. Maureen's daughter," she introduced herself, adjusting the duffel bag on her shoulder.
"Hi, I'm Melanie Teller," I replied, shaking her hand.
"You're Jax's sister?"
"No, I'm the wife," I held up my left hand to show her my engagement and wedding ring.
Her face fell as if she was disappointed.
She must have met Jax already.
"You're a lucky lady."
(Break)
I sat on top of one of the many aged picnic tables outside of the clubhouse.
Sambel decided to throw a huge party for Samcro.
Jax walked through the sea of croweaters attempting to hop in the sack with him.
He didn't nake eye contact with any of them.
He kept his eyes on me.
He beelined his way to me, handing me another beer with the top already twisted off.
"Thanks handsome," I smiled, taking a swig.
"You're welcome, darlin'.
Liam O'Neill wiped the sweat from his face using the back of one of his bandaged hands.
"Who's next?"
"Me!," Jax yelled, taking off his shirt.
I heard a couple of women who were sitting behind me sigh in want.
He rid himself of all his rings, placing them in my hand.
"You mind wrapping me, Mel?"
"Sure."
I got my hands on a roll of bandages, ripping the fabric with my teeth once his large hands were one hundred percent wrapped.
"Make 'em bleed, baby."
He pulled me flush against him, lifting me off of the ground, our faces inches apart.
"You know, I already won."
"What?"
"I got the perfect woman and I get to call her my wife."
" If you keep talking like that, your brothers are going to recieve a whole other show."
"Fine with me. We can pick up where we left off on the plane."
"Teller, what's the hold up?," Liam yelled, stretching his arm across his chest.
Jax gave me a firm kiss on the lips, releasing me from his grasp to fight O'Neil.
I turned around, facing the table I was previously sitting on.
A man who was dressed as a priest advanced toward the table.
"Kellan Ashby."
"I'm sorry, have we met?"
"No, but your sister told me you're the one to speak to when it comes to finding out where my son is."