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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run

Chapter 216 Great Expectations

Joshua Kohn wasn't having a bad day, a bad week or even a bad month; he was having a bad year. He wasn't exactly suspended from his ATF job. It was more of a mandatory suggested vacation for three months without pay. He still had his badge and gun and that's what really mattered. Bureaucratic bastards.

He might have cut a few corners, but he was a damned good agent. Highest clearance rate in the office. There was no one who could interrogate a suspect like he. He was clever and smooth and he got real confessions. A lot of agents got confessions, but he got confessions without physical violence—well, none that left marks anyway. That in itself was a rare talent.

His love life was in the toilet. That wasn't unusual, but he thought he had finally found the woman who completed him, The One, his soulmate, his missing puzzle piece in the beautiful intelligent Dr. Tara Knowles. Tara had dumped his ass. She'd said that he was too possessive.

She didn't understand that he wasn't possessive just passionate about her. She didn't know what it was to be loved by a real man. The only other man that had ever loved her was that human piece of shit Jax Teller—a motorbike riding, law disrespecting thug.

He had loved her completely and totally. His intensity overwhelmed her. He'd scared her so much she got a bullshit restraining order against him. He got a little physically passionate, but it wasn't domestic violence. It was domestic romance.

A little thought and he would come up with a plan to get his career and Tara back. He would probably need two plans one for his job and one for Tara. His mind had gone blank. He couldn't think of one plan let alone two.

He grabbed the remote, turned on the television and saw Jax Teller. What the hell was going on? Why was Jax Teller on TV? Thinking was a little tricky after drinking half a bottle of vodka. He just needed to focus.

Jax Teller was still on his TV screen. Josh or Joshy as Tara used to call him during their tender more intimate moments turned up the volume. There was Jax Teller with his entire gang of thugs and they weren't in jail or even in handcuffs. Son of a bitch! They were heroes. They had saved a kid from being gang raped. Son of a bitch!

The reporter was a typical TV reporter. She was attractive in a plain generic way, pretty enough to be a flight attendant but not hot enough to be a contestant on the Bachelorette. She had shoulder length dirty blonde hair and brown eyes with thick black winged eyeliner. She was leaning so close to Teller she was practically in his lap. She had her hand on his arm and he was smiling at her like she was Little Red Riding Hood and he was the Big Bad Wolf. He'd probably screw her as soon as the interview was over.

"Get a haircut!" he yelled at the TV screen, his words slurred. He hurled his empty vodka glass at the wall. "Fucking biker. Piece of shit!"

All these damned guys with their non-regulation haircuts and facial hair. They were a bunch of damned hoodlums. They thought they looked so bad and cool with their stupid leather vests. They probably weren't real leather. They were probably that fake plastic pleather shit.

Tara had never shown him a picture of Jax; he had found some old mug shots. They didn't do him justice. This TV version of Jax Teller was movie star handsome with his long shaggy blonde hair and bright sky blue eyes, but there was more to him than that.

Josh thought of Jax as stupid, but watching how he handled the interview caused him to change his opinion. This guy was smart. He might not know the difference between the Bill of Rights and the Constitution, but he was shrewd and cunning. Maybe this explained why despite arrests, he had a clean criminal record without even a parking ticket.

He had some quality that drew women to him. Maybe it was charm, sex appeal or just his looks, but women were drawn to this guy. He understood now why a smart girl like Tara could fall under the spell of Jax Teller.

Teller was explaining that he and his motorcycle club were attending a carnival in Charming when a friend of the MC told him of seeing a young child being taken into the woods by a group of men. He and his MC decided they should check it out.

"Did they just all run away when they saw you?" the reporter asked.

The men chuckled.

"Not exactly," Jax said.

"But they wished they had," Bobby said.

Everyone roared with laughter including the reporter.

"Was there a fight?" the reporter prompted.

"We had to use reasonable force to free the child," Jax said.

"Reasonable," Tig said. "Only reasonable force."

The MC guys had a few cuts and bruises on their faces and hands, which just enhanced the whole heroes rescuing a kid story.

The segment ended, but Josh's rage was just beginning. Here he was a dedicated ATF agent who risked his life to protect the people living in this country and this lawless biker thug was hailed as a hero. Where the fuck was the fairness?

He threw a book at the wall followed by pillows, a couple of candles and his alarm clock. It wasn't enough, not nearly enough. He kicked the walls. He'd learned from experience not to hit the walls with his hands. It caused work issues.

All the anger and physical activity had churned up his stomach and he failed to turn the corner into the bathroom in time. He vomited pizza and vodka all over his bedroom carpet. It was a disgusting mess.

He got the comparison that the puke on the carpet was a lot like his life and he also got that pizza and vodka tasted better going down than they did coming up. He really hadn't needed that lesson.

He rinsed is mouth, drank some more vodka and reluctantly cleaned up the carpet vomit. He threw the paper towels in the trash and thought some more about the heroic Jax Teller.

That's when it finally hit him. He had it—the plan to save his ATF career and get Tara back. It was even sort of one plan. He was going to fly to California and investigate Jax Teller. He was an outlaw biker and there were rumors that his MC sold guns.

There had never been any evidence of gun dealing, but that didn't mean anything. He was going to get to the bottom of outlaw Jax Teller and lock that son of a bitch up. He would not only get his ATF career back maybe he would finally get his own team to run.

He knew Tara had gone back to Charming hoping to be with Teller. He'd put a stop to that and get Tara back. Once he exposed Teller's law breaking, Tara would see that she'd been living in some crazy high school fantasy and Teller was nothing more than a common criminal.

Teller's good looks would make him a popular inmate. Josh laughed. He'd be bedding Tara while Teller was Big Willie's bride or he'd be passed around his cell block for a few cigarettes or some commissary credits.

The only thing the press liked better than making a man into a hero was tearing that man down and exposing him. He would be the one talking on TV about how he brought down the Sons of Anarchy MC.

Soon, he would have Tara back and he would put Jax Teller's ass in jail along with his hoodlum brothers. He was going to get the beautiful life he deserved.

Josh celebrated his bright future by partly drinking and partly spilling the last of his vodka. When he passed out he had a smile on his face.

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Author's Note: David Hale has mentioned ATF, but it will be mentioned in another chapter that this was related to the gun warehouse being blown up and has nothing to do with Josh Kohn. I don't want there to be any confusion.