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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 175 Sweetness
Gemma knew her son well. He hadn't looked at a girl like he was looking at Scarlett since Tara. Jax was falling hard for this girl.
She was prettier than Tara. She always thought Jax should be with a prettier girl. Tara might be smarter than this one, but she didn't see Tara's intelligence as such a great character trait. Tara's sharp mind was something that Gemma distrusted. She was always afraid Tara would outthink her, trick her and take her son away.
Gemma decided she would make an effort to get along with this girl. She'd rather Jax be with her than Tara. She would never trust Tara after she tried to get Jax to leave Charming. She suspected Tara was back in town again to try to get Jax to leave with her. She didn't believe for a second that Tara was back because she had gotten a great job at St. Francis.
There was something she didn't understand. Clay hadn't been to Texas since the Laredo chapter went down for sex trafficking kids. That had given the Sons of Anarchy such a black eye, there had been no attempt to start a chapter in the Lone Star state again.
If Clay had run into the girl in Texas, she would have had to have been a child. Did Clay think she was one of the kids that had been sex trafficked? How else would Clay think he knew her from Texas?
Clay had his bad points, but she'd never had even a hint that his sexual tastes ran to kids. He was pretty vanilla as far as sex was concerned.
The more twisted a man's secrets, the harder he holds onto them. It was possible that Clay did things on runs, but not with children. She wouldn't live with someone that used kids for sex. That was a perversion and sickness she would never tolerate.
Clay could have met a girl who had a resemblance to Scarlett and she might have mentioned living in Texas. That would explain it and it made the most sense. And above all, it didn't mean that Clay was a sex pervert.
Wilda was continuing to stumble around people and slur out "dumbass" and "dipshit."
"Jax, you should deal with Wilda."
"Why?"
"You're her only relative," Gemma said.
"I'll help," Clay offered.
"I'll be right back," Jax said as he left Scarlett.
"Can you actually walk on your own?" Gemma asked.
"Yeah, I can. I injured my back lifting boxes. It's made walking, standing and living difficult. Jax has been really kind to me."
"Jax is kind to a lot of girls," Gemma said with a smirk.
Gemma forgot for a moment that she was going to be nice to this girl. She had automatically treated her the way she treated Tara by making little barbed comments. Be nice, she reminded herself.
"I've noticed the way women look at him," Scarlett said calmly. "It's the price you pay for being with a hot sexy guy."
"I like your attitude," Gemma said with a laugh. "Have you met his ex?"
"Dr. Knowles?"
"The very same."
"I've met her twice. I think she's still carrying a torch for Jax."
Gemma nodded her head. This girl was no fool. She understood that Jax was going to attract attention. Tara was always crazy with jealousy.
"That's what I think too."
"If Jax still loves her and they can figure out how to make their relationship work, maybe they should be together."
"They had a toxic relationship. It was a high school romance that didn't work out. Jax doesn't still love her."
"Good news for me then."
"Don't break his heart or you'll answer to me," Gemma said with a smile that showed her teeth. It looked more frightening than reassuring.
"What if he breaks my heart?"
"You're on your own," Gemma said.
Scarlett wrapped her arm around her waist as she laughed.
Jax and Clay returned to the women.
"Looks like you two are getting along," Clay said surprise in his voice.
"So far," Scarlett said.
"How did you deal with Wilda?" Gemma asked.
"We found someone who could give her a ride home and we gave her a chose—go home or get locked in a porta potty," Jax said.
"Not much of a choice," Scarlett said.
"Wilda's so drunk, she isn't capable of higher level thought," Jax said. "I can't blame it on Wendy's death. Wilda's always drunk."
Gemma tugged at Clay's arm.
"Come on, remember what you promised me we were going to do in the photo booth?" Gemma asked Clay with a wicked smile.
"You promised me," Clay protested, but allowed Gemma to grab him by the arm and drag him away.
"Family," Jax said with a shake of his head.