Chapter 9: A Son Searching for Sleep

Jax's mother was the last thing on his mind. In fact, anyone back home was the last thing on his mind. He was in one of the Reno Charter's clubhouse dorms, thrusting in and out of a blonde sweetbutt from behind. He had been sent on some 'club business' to the Reno Charter. Clay might as well of point blank stated that he was getting rid of him because she was coming home. Since he arrived, he had spent his time knee-deep in pussy and booze, telling himself he might as well make the most of it.

Finishing with the sweetbutt, he handed her her clothes and told her to get out. Jax lay naked on the bed, smoking a joint, staring at the ceiling. His mind began to wander as to what might be happening back in Charming. He knew there would be a big celebration for her homecoming. He could imagine the reception she got when she arrived home. The Sons loved her, doted on her ever since she had been in their lives. They had all been there 9 years ago in Belfast when they went to find Clay's ten-year-old daughter that he didn't even know he had and bring her to Charming. Jax wasn't there, he was only 14 at the time. But he could recall the details Happy had relayed to him a few years ago about the conditions he found her in. Hence, why she and Happy had such an affiliation with one another, to Jax's dismay. It was Happy who had found her after the Sons spent 3 weeks looking. It was him who scooped her up in his arms and literally brought her to safety. And that's why Happy has always been so protective of Éire.

Jax sat remembering the other details that his brothers talked about surrounding Éire's upbringing. He couldn't remember a lot from her first few months in Charming, probably because it was just after JT died and all he wanted to do was to forget that time in his life. But even though he couldn't remember much from when Éire first arrived in Charming, he had seen first-hand the faint scars on Éire's body. He used to trace them with his index finger when lying next to her in bed and she would fall asleep next to him beneath his touch. And he would lie awake beside her thinking of what he would do to those people that hurt her if he ever got the chance. The thought of what she went through as a child made him so angry. How could that prick send her back to that fucking place?

Jax sat up to shake the memories from his head. He needed to distract himself, so he returned to the Clubhouse to order a drink and maybe find the girl he had just banged, provided she wasn't getting dicked by someone else. Luckily for him, she wasn't. And they returned to his dorm for round two. She left again and he finished the bottle of Jack on his nightstand with the hope he had worn himself out and would now find some sleep. But no amount of sweetbutt pussy or bottles of Jack could shake the memories of her, of them, from his mind. And no amount of pussy or alcohol would exclude the fact that, at some stage, Jax would have to return to Charming.