Again, sorry I took so long to update, but I really think all you Tara-haters like me, are really going to like this chapter. Plus, those of you who do like her, I kinda redeemed myself at the end, so whatever :))
Enjoy!
"You need to come with me."
Velvet, who was in the middle of talking with Lyla, found herself unceremoniously yanked to her feet by Opie. She walked in a stunned silence for a moment before she finally found her voice:
"W-what? Why?" Opie glanced at her as he pulled her to the garage.
"Tara's here to check on Jax and Half-Sack. You don't need to be in the same room as her right now."
"Why? She tries anything, and I'll fucking kick her ass, five-months pregnant or not!" Opie groaned out as he let her go and turned to gaze at her.
"Exactly! Right now, with Happy about to go try to assassinate Alexandre, we don't need you to be pissing off Tara!"
"I'll be nice, I swear! I'm not about to leave Jax alone with that bitch Tara, where she can try everything in her puny power to turn Jax aganist me and our child! Call me jealous and paranoid all you like, but I'd rather die first! Besides! I was right in the middle of a conversation with Lyla when you interrupted us!"
"Your conversation with my fiancee can wait!"
"Yeah, now it can, speaking you just told me that Tara's here! See ya Ope!" Velvet gave him a sickly sweet smile before she turned on her heels and marched for the door leading to the front parking lot, putting on her sunglasses as she went and making sure her shirt clearly outlined her four-month pregnant stomach. Opie stood where she left him, a helpless look on his face, and a amused one on Lyla's as she turned to Opie.
"Don't know about you, but I'm gonna go watch!" She then ran after Velvet, who smiled at her best friend. They linked arms as Velvet opened the door to the outside.
As soon as Velvet and Lyla stepped out onto the blacktop, all conversation ceased. Juice and Half-Sack stopped working on the bikes and turned to watch the scene that was sure to happen, as well as Tig, Happy and Clay. Chibs just grinned from over at his bike, where he was deep in conversation with Piney and Bobby. This was going to be very interesting, and Chibs would love to see Tara think she could go up aganist his daughter. After all, Katerina was a hurricane to be reckoned with on a good day, and he had no doubt in his mind that Velvet had inherited her mother's temper, if she wasn't already worse than Katerina!
Tara, who was talking with Jax by her car, immediately snapped her attention onto Velvet, who was making a beeline for her and Jax. Lyla smiled conspiratorially at her best friend as she let go of her and turned to walk over to Chibs, Bobby and Piney. Velvet smiled back, knowing this was going to be very good.
Velvet finally cleared the distance between her and Jax and Tara, and took off her shades once she done so. She smiled a tight, fakely sweet smile at Tara as she looped an arm around Jax's waist.
"How's my boy doin'?" She asked her, and Tara smiled a tight smile back.
"Hello Velvet. He's doin' good, seems to be all in one piece . . . what about yours?" She gestured to her protruding stomach, and Velvet grinned and nodded as she patted her stomach.
"Strong and energetic. He keeps me up all night . . . just like Jax. Of course, you should know that, shouldn't you? Didn't you have Jax's kid a couple of months ago?" Tara's jaw hardened and her head rose in irritation. Velvet grinned evilly, knowing good and well that Tara's miscarriage of Jax's child was a very sore subject for the surgeon.
"No, I didn't. I had a miscarriage a few months ago, if that's what you mean. I guess I wasn't lucky enough. How's Kurt? I hear he's a druggie now." This time, it was Velvet's turn to harden her jaw. Chibs's grin immediately disappeared, knowing that Tara finally struck a nerve with bringing up Kurt.
"I don't know . . . I haven't talked to him, don't really want to. I'm happy here, with Jax and Abel . . ." The corner of Tara's lip twitched then, and Velvet took satisfaction in knowing that she hit another nerve talking about Abel, who now blatantly called her 'mommy', a title that Tara used to hold. "I don't have any reason to affiliate myself with lower beings, now do I, Tara? Especially pathetic people who can't take a hint."
"If your thinking about threatening me –"
"You'll do what exactly? Threaten me with you witty one-liners? I'm so scared, I'm shakin' in my boots, Tara."
Jax, who had largely stayed silent up until then, finally interjected by looping an arm around Velvet's waist and trying to lead her away. Velvet was more than happy to end the conversation with those words, but stopped dead when Tara's next words met her ears:
"You know Jax, how do you even know the kid's yours? She was, after all, dating Half-Sack too when she became pregnant," Tara grinned and laughed a little. "Hell, it could even be Kurt's . . . God knows she used to be a whore. Velvet von Black, was your name, wasn't it? Huh . . . you know, people still talk about your infamous lap dances. Hell, Tig still brags about them when he's drunk . . ." Velvet gritted her teeth as her vision immediately turned red. Chibs's eyes widened as he stood, knowing the bloodlust in her eyes immediately.
It was exactly the look of bloodlust that Katerina would get, and the last time he saw that look of bloodlust, Katerina put him and two other guys in the ER with five broken ribs and a medium sized concussion.
"Oh shite . . . Velvet!"
Before Jax could even react, Velvet whirled around out of his grip and marched over to Tara, where she sunk her hand in Tara's long brown hair, grasped her head, and threw it up aganist the hood of her car with all her might. Tara hit the car at her forehead with a loud 'clunk' and rebounded off the metal. Tara immediately crumpled to the ground in a heap, blood running in rivulets down her face from within her hair. Tig and Chibs jumped away from the bikes they were sitting on and lunged at her alongside Jax, where the three men yanked her away from Tara, but not before she got in a few good punches, successfully breaking Tara's nose and giving her a black eye.
"You don't fucking talk about my past, bitch, and you certainly don't talk about Kurt like you fucking know him!" Velvet roared at her as Jax and Chibs handed her over to Tig, who wrapped his arms around Velvet's arms and waist and pulled her away. Velvet was screaming in anger as she kicked off the ground, kicking the air in a vain attempt to break free of Tig.
Jax and Chibs dropped to their knees beside Tara, who was moaning in slight pain. "She's dazed, but 'ooks fine . . . she'll need stitches in her head, tho, I think." Chibs spoke and Jax nodded, trying to keep his face expressionless, but secretly, he was very amused. He knew Velvet could throw down, Hell, she beat the Hell out of him, Opie and Juice plenty of times when they were kids, but never, had she caused this much damage before. Something Tara said had royally pissed her off, so bad, in fact, that she went Black.
Jax nodded as he stood. "I guess get one of the guys to drive her to the hospital . . . I need to calm down Velvet." He glanced behind them and watched as Tig still tried his damndest to hold onto Velvet, who was kicking and screaming like a raging bull. Jax raised his eyebrows and laughed a little. Damn. She was pissed.
Chibs nodded as he shouted for Juice, who came running over to them. Jax patted Juice on the back before he moved over to Tig. He motioned silently to the clubhouse, and Tig nodded as he threw Velvet over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and headed for the clubhouse, careful not to be kicked in the head by one of Velvet's kicking feet.
Once they entered the clubhouse, Tig dumped her onto a couch and Jax nodded for him to leave them. Tig nodded, a grin on his face, for he was as amused as Jax was, and left, closing the door behind him. Jax moved over to Velvet, who was now screaming into a pillow in order to release some of her anger. Jax gently placed a hand on her back and chuckled.
"Baby, I haven't seen you that pissed off since Juice pretended to take your hamster hostage when we were nine!" He joked, and Velvet sat up, where she gazed at him in fury.
"That is not the same thing, Jax! Granted, I'm still kinda pissed at him for that, but . . . but . . . Jesus fucking Christ!" She screamed as she slammed her face back into the pillow again, where she screamed bloody, raging murder. Jax laughed as he gently moved her hair off of her neck.
"Baby, what is so bad about what she said?" He asked her, and Velvet turned on her side, where she gazed at him.
"She fucking . . . bitch fucking . . ." She groaned again, placing her hand over her eyes and Jax laughed again.
"Velvet . . .!"
"She questioned our child's paternity, even thought she knows damn good and well that you were the only man I ever slept with since Half-Sack got his ball implant! Just the fact that she insinuated that the baby is not yours, is enough for me to want to kill her!" Jax gazed at her weakly.
"I don't think that's the real reason. You didn't really get mad until she started ragging at your exotic dancing days at Godivas." Velvet blinked a couple of times before she answered. When she did, her voice was weak, quiet. Jax sighed in relief then, realizing that she was finally calming down.
"I guess . . . that time in my life is really kinda a sore subject with me." She finally spoke and Jax nodded.
"I can understand why. I mean, if I had to live with the fact that I gave Juice and Tig lap dances, I'd freak out too whenever someone brung it up!" He smiled then and leaned over. "Although I wouldn't mind you giving me another one . . ." Velvet reluctantly broke out in a restrained grin then, and Jax laughed.
"There's a grin! Finally! I though I'd have to live with a homicidal wife for the rest of my life!" Velvet furrowed her eyebrows then and picked her head up off the pillow, where she gazed at him in peaked interest.
"What did you say?" Jax bit his lip as he looked down.
"I said more than I should. I meant to ask you tonight at mom and Clay's dinner party, but apparently, that's not going to happen . . ." Velvet sat up then, a grin on her face.
"Were you going to ask me to marry you, Jackson?" She asked him teasingly, and he glared at her.
"You know your lucky to be one of the only one's who can call me Jackson without me freaking out." Velvet grinned.
"Yeah, I'm aware of that, now answer my question." Jax sighed and looked away before he fished something out of his jacket pocket. He handed her the tiny velvet box, and she immediately flipped it open, revealing the beautiful, but simple golden band diamond engagement ring inside. Velvet bit her bottom lip as she grinned.
"I meant to give it to you tonight, but . . . I guess not everything can go as planned, as you so recently have shown me. So, what I mean to say is . . ." He inched closer to her on the couch, and Velvet gazed at him, that same grin on her face. "Will you marry me, Velvet Telford?" Velvet laughed then and threw her arms around Jax's neck, where they hugged briefly before they broke apart and Jax slipped the ring on the giddy Velvet's finger.
"You don't even have to fuckin' ask!" She told him in excitement, and Jax grinned.
"I know, but, you see, Chibs said that I should do things traditionally, or don't even try . . . so . . . whatever, I went out and bought this and decided that I should ask you tonight, which kinda backfired, but whatever!" He grinned and laughed, and Velvet grinned as she put her arms around his neck again and gazed at him lovingly.
"Once again, remind me to thank da!"