"Hey, at least let her fucking change." Happy growled before the sheriff made it off the front steps. He stopped and looked down at Mackenzie before nodding slowly.
"You've got five minutes. You run and this will just be that much worse." The sheriff said as he removed the cuffs. He then motioned for a female officer to follow Mackenzie and Jax inside. Happy stood at the door, staring the sheriff down.
"We'll fix this, baby. There's no way you're sitting in a fucking cell or serving time. Mack, look at me." Jax begged as she peeled her dress off and dug in the closet for a pair of jeans. She was doing her best to stay strong and knew looking into her husband's eyes would make it that much harder.
"Jax, I trust you. Make sure Abel doesn't think I've abandoned him. Just tell him I'll be back soon." Mackenzie's voice almost cracked as she pulled on a pair of dark jeans and a black tank top. She paused in the closet and grabbed one of Jax's hoodies he'd worn the day before. It was conveniently free of blood and it smelled like him. She pulled it over her head and inhaled deeply.
"Let's go, Bradshaw." The female officer snapped through the closed bedroom door. Mackenzie broke the kiss she'd been sharing with Jax and threw the door open so hard it knocked a hole in the wall behind the doorknob.
"You fucking call me that again and see what happens." Mackenzie snapped as she and Jax stormed past the officer, headed towards the front door. Happy hadn't moved since she'd gone to change. As she stole one last hug with Jax, she looked up at Happy.
"This doesn't change anything, Hap." Her voice was stern and Happy nodded, fully aware that the task of keeping Jax safe and out of trouble just got that much harder. She nodded and gave him a quick hug before turning her back to the sheriff to be cuffed.
As soon as the door to the police cruiser closed behind Mackenzie, Jax snapped. He lunged forward in hopes to catch the car and pull his wife back into his arms. Happy had been expecting it and was too fast for Jax. He wrapped an arm across his brother's chest and used all of his strength to hold him back.
Once the cars were out of sight, Happy let Jax go. The furious blonde VP spun around and connected his fist with the side of Happy's jaw in a moment of blind rage. The killer's head turned from the force of the blow, but his expression didn't change, nor did he move to retaliate.
"Feel better?" He asked before spitting into the grass as the taste of blood reached his tongue. Jax shook his head and sighed as he pulled his phone out of his pocket and chose the speed dial for Lohen.
"Hello?" Lohen's voice sounded groggy and disconnected. Jax's eyes narrowed in frustration.
"I need you to get to my house. Now." Jax's tone brought Lohen out of her drowsiness almost immediately. She considered protesting or questioning the biker, but decided his tone hinted that it'd be best if she didn't.
"Give me ten minutes, Jax." With that, he hung up the phone and stormed back inside his now empty house. Happy gave him a few minutes alone, knowing the hot-headed brother needed some space.
Jax went into his and Mackenzie's bedroom and sat down on the bed. The sheets were still in a mess from the previous night and Mackenzie's gun was sitting on her bedside table next to a framed ultrasound picture. He looked down at the dress Mackenzie had been wearing minutes before and frowned.
When he picked it up to hang it in the closet, he realized it was still a little warm from her naturally hot body temperature. He smirked at the memory of teasing her about being a bed heater ever since she got pregnant. After putting the dress away, he grabbed his backpack and stuffed some clothes and Mackenzie's gun in it before leaving the room.
Until she was out and home, Jax refused to sleep in their house. He was set on staying at the clubhouse. As he heard a car pull into the drive, he doubled back to the room and grabbed the ultrasound picture and put it in the bag as well before pulling the bedroom door shut and heading into the living room.
"What's going on?" Lohen asked as she walked into the house behind Happy. He was probably her least favorite son, so seeing Jax was a relief for a change.
Jax filled the casually dressed lawyer in on what he knew about the arrest of his wife. When he was done, she took a few minutes to gather her thoughts before letting out an involuntary sigh.
"She's pregnant and those asses just waltz in here and cuff her? How far along is she?" Lohen asked a particularly agitated Jax Teller. He furrowed his brow.
"Going on eight weeks, why?" He didn't understand why it was any of Lohen's business.
"Legally, they can cuff her until she's six months. What do you know about the charges? Did she steal a car?" Lohen looked over at Jax but avoided his eyes. Young or not, Jax was still volatile and intimidating.
"Mackenzie's high risk though. She drove up from Texas, but I don't know if it was her car or not. It was totaled out." Jax said flatly. He knew Gemma hadn't filed any papers on the tow or disposal of Mackenzie's car. Luckily, his mother's intuition was right for once.
"I'll get in touch with the DA and see what we can do to get her out, at least for her and the baby's health. Give me a couple days, Jax." Lohen went to stand and leave when Jax smacked the table with his ringed hand.
"You've got twenty-four hours. My wife isn't sitting around waiting a couple days. Do what you're paid to. I'd hate to see your services to SAMCRO move elsewhere." Jax's threat had more meaning than a simple end to her hefty retainer payment, and Lohen knew that. She nodded nervously as left the house quickly, feeling uncomfortable as the club's enforcer eyed her back.
Jax grabbed his keys from the coffee table and headed out of the house with his bag on his back. Happy didn't question his plans, but followed in silent support. Jax started the Challenger and waited for Happy to move his bike from behind it before back out.
Instead of heading straight to the clubhouse, Jax turned right and headed out towards the edge of town. Happy followed, hoping this wasn't going to end in bullets flying.
Jax spun the car into the dirt parking lot of Unser Trucking. He didn't bother turning the engine off before jumping out of the car and storming up to the door of the silver airstream. He banged his fist on the door loudly until Wayne Unser threw the door open with a shotgun in his hand.
"Jax? What the hell are you doing? It's after two in the morning." Unser lowered the shotgun and looked around to see Happy standing a few yards away with his arms folded over his chest.
"Did you know about the plans to have my wife arrested?" Jax ignored Unser's questions and stuck to his own agenda. Unser rubbed the back of his neck uncomfortably. Jax picked up on Unser's uneasy demeanor and slammed his fist into the outside of the airstream.
"Damnit, Jax. No, I didn't know they were going to arrest her. I heard some threats about pressing charges against her or you, but I had no idea they'd arrest her." Unser spoke quickly, hoping to calm the enraged Son at his door. His anxiety wasn't eased by the presence of Happy Lowman.
Jax shook his head and pushed off from the trailer to keep from beating the shit out of a long time friend of SAMCRO. He ran his hand through his slicked back hair and pulled at the ends in frustration.
"If I find out you lied to me, I'll kill you. I don't care what kind of friend you've been in the past." Jax spat before pulling out his 9mm and shooting out the front tire of the trailer. Unser threw his hands up in surrender and frustration. Happy shrugged his shoulders and headed back to his bike once he was sure Jax was going to head back out on the road.
"Is there anything you'd like to tell us? We may be able to help you if you have some information worth trading for a lessened sentence." The sheriff sat down across from Mackenzie with several thick folders. She looked up from the folders to his eyes and shook her head.
"I want my lawyer and my phone call." Mackenzie said for the third time since getting to the Sheriff's Office. The sheriff smiled and leaned forward, passing a folder containing Jax's picture and demographics on the top sheet. Mackenzie pushed it back towards the sheriff and leaned back in the chair.
"Do you realize what type of man your husband is?" The sheriff asked with a raised brow. Mackenzie gave him a stone blank look.
"Look, you must know something about one of them. Let's not even talk about Jackson. What about any of the others?" The sheriff was grasping at straws as he realized Mackenzie wasn't going to crack any time soon. Even at a mere few hours since taking the title, Mrs. Teller was truly an Old Lady.
Just a quick, short update for everyone before Christmas. Happy holidays to everyone :)