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Jax Is Really Alive
Chapter 29 Recap
Jax finds Tara unconscious in an abandoned diner with the Kitty Cabal motorcycle club. On a ramshackle table, there is a laptop showing a video of a young dark haired woman being sexually assaulted and clearly unconscious.
To rescue Tara, Jax has to fight the entire MC. He decides the most efficient way to rescue Tara before she is gang raped is to kill them all.
Chapter 30 There Will Be Blood
Old Jax wouldn't have thought twice about killing every man in the room. New Jax thought about it for a split second, maybe less. He just couldn't work up any sympathy or compassion for a group of men who drug and rape women. He was doing more than rescuing Tara; he was saving future victims.
It was all over in less than a minute thanks to the alien gun. It was quick, easy and clean. It was also deeply unsatisfying. He left two alive. The youngest who had been touching Tara's breasts and the president of Kitty Cabal with his dick hanging out still hard thanks to Viagra. He needed to beat a couple of men to death to satisfy the rage inside him.
"Cas, cancel all phone calls," Jax told Cas. It wasn't necessary for Jax to remove the phone from his jacket pocket to be heard. "Repeat instructions."
"Cancel all phone calls," Cas repeated. "Calls cancelled."
"Jax, it's Ryland."
"Give me a couple of minutes," Jax said curtly.
"What did you do to them?" the younger man asked.
"Same thing I'm going to do to you. I'm going to kill you."
"We'll kill you first," the president said, his cock still out and hard.
"I'm Jax fucking Teller," Jax said, his voice a low growl. "Heard of me?"
"Oh, shit," the younger man said. "You're president of the SOA MC."
"Former president of Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club Redwood Original and part-time spree killer," Jax said drily. "I've done a lot of bad shit, killed a bunch of people, but I've never done anything as low as drugging a women to rape her. What the hell kind of loser does shit like that?"
"Rush him," the president ordered the prospect while he was trying to stuff his still erect dick into his pants.
The younger man decided to save himself. He ran for the diner's front door. Jax caught him, lifted him off his feet and slammed him to the ground wrestling style. He landed on chicken bones sending some mice scurrying away.
The president of Kitty Cabal gave up trying to wrangle his penis into his pants. He grabbed the knife that was strapped to his waist. It was much like the knife that Jax used to carry when he was in SAMCRO.
Jax grabbed the man's arm, twisted his wrist sharply and forced the man's hand back to his body making the man stab himself in the stomach. He forced the knife down six inches, ripping into the man's stomach and slicing deep into his belly. Swiftly, Jax twisted the knife out of the man's hand sending it clattering to the floor. The man collapsed on his side, his penis still oddly erect as it lay on the floor. Jax raised his booted foot, preparing to stomp the man's penis flat.
"No . . ." the man screamed.
"You filthy son of a bitch. You drug and rape women. They didn't get to say no and now you don't either."
Jax's foot came down hard stomping the man's penis against the floor. The man screamed one loud pain wracked scream before his eyes rolled to the back of his head and he lost consciousness. Jax turned his attention back to the younger man who was scrambling to his feet.
"Look, I'm not even a member of the MC. I'm just a prospect."
Jax nodded his head, pretending to consider being merciful.
"Peer pressure?" Jax suggested.
"Yeah. That's it."
"You touched my old lady. You were going to rape her. What would you do if a man were going to rape your mother or sister?"
"I don't like them much," the young man answered with more candor than brains. "I might just watch."
Jax picked up the knife.
"You're an idiot. It's no wonder you ended up in a loser MC. I'll tell you what, I'll make you a deal. Cut your nipples off and maybe I'll let you live. Cut your dick off and I'll definitely let you live."
"Really?"
"No, asshole," Jax shook his head at the man's stupidity. "You just saw me commit capital murder. You know who I am. Do you really think you're getting out of here alive? And you touched my old lady."
"She won't remember," he whined. "That's why we drug them. They never know what happened to them. It doesn't hurt them any."
"You are just too fucking stupid to live."
The young man swung on Jax landing a punch to Jax's rock hard abs. Jax didn't even feel it. He punched the man and then stabbed him the same way he'd stabbed Salazar after he kidnapped Tara. He shoved the knife in deep and watched the life drain out of the young man just as he had with Salazar. He used a corner of the man's shirt to wipe his fingerprints from the knife handle. He shot him with the alien gun just to make sure the man died.
He turned his attention back to the heavy set man who now was lying in a pool of blood, his penis was deflated like a balloon without air and some of his intestines were spilling out from the large knife wound. He shot the man with the alien gun. The knife wound would probably be fatal, but again Jax wasn't taking chances.
As he turned to look at Tara, he saw the image of the woman on the laptop. He realized where he'd seen her last—she was the cocktail waitress who had waited on him at the bar. They had drugged her and raped her. She wasn't some stranger. They knew her. This piece of news only confirmed the wisdom of his decision to kill all the men in the room.
Tara was still motionless on the table, her eyes shut. Her skin was always pale, but she looked almost colorless. Her breathing also seemed off. Before Jax could scoop her up into his arms, he heard the sound of motorcycles outside.
Two more men wearing Kitty Cabal cuts stumbled into the room laughing and joking about what they were going to do to the woman they were going to rape.
"What the hell?" the man who walked into the room first said looking at the dead bodies and all the blood.
"Did you do this?" the second man asked Jax.
"All by myself."
The men rushed Jax. Block a punch here, swing an elbow into a face there, a couple of hard kicks and a few more punches and it was over. The men were on the floor unconscious. The hard physical contact finally cooled his rage and he felt satisfied. He finished the men with the alien gun.
After all the robot fighting, he barely felt the two punches the men landed. Between the alien physical upgrade, the robot fight training and the adrenaline surging through his blood stream, he felt like a superhero.
He went to the table and called Tara's name. No response. He lightly slapped her face. Still no response.
"Cas, call Ryland."
"I'm still on the line from before."
"This is Hale. I'm listening too."
"Tara got drugged at a bar we were at. I took my eyes off her for less than a minute and they took her. I didn't know she had a tracker."
"I'm sorry Jax. It never even occurred to me to mention it because she's the Queen's daughter; she's had a tracker since birth. I assume Cas told you about the tracker."
"Yeah, she did. If she hadn't, I wouldn't have found Tara. I think something's wrong with her."
"OK. What did you do with the attackers?"
"They're all dead."
"Good," Ryland and Hale said in unison.
Jax was surprised by both men's reactions. He always assumed that Ryland as a doctor would be opposed to taking a human life. As for Hale, he usually took a dim view of do-it-yourself law enforcement.
"Your clothes have blood?" Ryland asked.
"The lighting isn't the best, but there's some blood."
"In the car there's some spray. It will erase blood. Spray it from the top of your head to the soles of your shoes as soon as you get back to the car. Just tell Cas you need to know where the blood erase spray is. When you get Tara back to the SUV, put her phone against her skin and ask Cas to monitor Tara's vital signs. Is she conscious?"
"No. I can't get her to wake up, but that's the way the drug works."
"They may have given her too much. Sometimes hybrids have unusual reactions. You've got everything you need in a medical backpack in the SUV to fix her. I'll walk you through it."
For the first time, Jax felt his stress level lessen. He had gotten to Tara before she was raped. He had killed all the men. There was just one more thing. One of the men had a video camera. He didn't think they had begun filming when he killed them, but he wanted to check the video.
"I need to check to see if they have video of Tara. They were going to record . . . it."
Jax picked up the video camera and found confirmation that they hadn't begun recording Tara. He hadn't seen any of the men using their phones, so he was sure that there wasn't any video of Tara. He rubbed his prints from the camera with a corner of his shirt.
"No, there's no video," Jax said.
"When Cas got your instructions she contacted me and I called Hale. I scrambled a team from Charming . . ."
"Didn't think I could handle killing an entire MC?" Jax interrupted.
"That wasn't it. The team I sent specializes in crime scene adjustments. They will go over the scene and remove any DNA and fingerprints that you or Tara may have left. One member of the team is a medic. He'll be able to help you with Tara if necessary. They're fourteen minutes out."
"OK. I'm going to take Tara back to our hotel. I don't want her to wake up here."
"Jax, I'll be helping Ryland and the team with crime scene adjustments. Is there anything we need to know?"
"I don't think any of the men used their phones to record Tara, but I'd like them to check."
"Not a problem," Ryland said. "It's standard procedure for them to check. If there is any video of Tara, they will permanently delete it."
"OK. I'm leaving now."
Jax picked up Tara. She was so light in his arms; it reminded him of carrying Abel to bed.
Jax put Tara in the passenger's seat and belted her in place. He found the blood erase spray in the hidden compartment in the SUV that also had more weapons. The aliens really knew how to pack an SUV. The spray worked like magic leaving Jax completely blood free. He sprayed Tara where some blood had transferred to her from his jacket.
He put Tara's phone against her skin and Cas confirmed that she was monitoring Tara's heartrate and breathing.
According to the vehicle's GPS, the hotel was nine minutes away. Jax followed the GPS directions automatically. His attention was on Tara. Her skin looked almost waxy. That couldn't be good.
Suddenly there was a loud buzzing sound.
"Tara's heart and lungs have ceased function," Cas said in Tara's voice. "Immediate medical intervention required. Death is imminent."