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Nadia gets confirmation regarding her brother's death, but things are not straight forward and there are ways and ways to punish the ones responsible. Tig gets frantic, while Jax fights to keep appearances.

A Silent Dawn

Part 1

It's a cloudy afternoon. The diner is full of people some, women with kids, truck drivers, bikers and a few teens. Avi sits in a corner, wearing his unforgettable hat and his shady glasses. He smiles at the chubby woman walking in, touching her fattening belly with one hand. She looks gloomy, so she must have learnt about her brother already.

"Nadia, are you happy, darling?" he starts.

"What do you mean?" she asks pensive.

"You seem troubled," he answers meaning to add something else, but stopping in his tracks.

"Did the Sons kill Brad?" she retorts briskly.

"That's why I wanted to know if you were happy…"

"I am as you expected me to be," she confirms his theories.

"I'm sorry."

"So?"

"Who brought you the news?" Avi questions and responds at the same time.

"Who do you think?" she grins.

"That is very sad, indeed."

"Should I do anything about it, from our point of view?" she demands instructions.

"No, that's why I asked how you felt with him. Do as you please."

"Very considerate of you, Avi. I appreciate it."

The woman turns around slowly, still wondering.

"Good luck, kid," Avi wishes her already guessing she will return to ask for his help. This was something he deeply wanted, a chance to redeem.

Tig thought Nadia had quietened down, but he knew she could still put together two plus two and have her back in full fighting mode as soon as she was certain he was responsible for Brad's death. It was Jax's decision after all; he simply complied with the instructions. Tig didn't want her around when the revelation dawned on her. It wasn't that she truly loved her brother, who in effect caused her more pain that comfort, but that spoilt brat happened to be family and when it came to families, "an eye for an eye" rule applied.

Cruelty is easier when people possess a lot of sickness in them and Tig had plenty of that. What made it even nicer was the fact that hurting her, he suffered too and he secretly liked that, just as much as he liked hurting himself every now and again when things got a little too agitated. Of all women, only Nadia and Gemma were aware of this fact and only Nadia did actually inflicted serious pain as a prelude to sex.

"I want you to blow Chucky," he told her suddenly, waiting for an outburst of curses.

His demand came so surprising, that Nadia dropped the glass she was holding. The drink spilled all over the floor disturbing the perfect order and cleanliness, the shards exploded throughout the tiny kitchen.

"Clean this shit up!" he yelled forcing her to her knees. "Do it! You fucking whore!" She gave him one of those hateful looks which can only spell problems, but he looked away on purpose as if he wasn't paying attention to her at all. Apparently obedient, the woman used a paper towel and started to clean with surprising dedication, ignoring the cuts she already received to her knees. She simply felt her submission would piss him off even more.

Exasperated with her conduct, Tig grabbed her by the hair and pulled her behind him into the living room where a terrified Chucky faked watching TV.

"I want you out of my house and out of my life!" Tig barked sharply. "You drive me nuts!"

Nadia rolled over exposing her pregnant belly.

"Why don't you blow me?"

Tig hated to hit her, he had no desire, but he had to if he wanted to get his point across. It all came down to the baby, pretend you want to harm the baby and she'll grow into a monster of defences, he pondered.

Her fury reminded him the feisty girl that came one day on a broken bike, the girl who came after him with a wrench when he put his hand down her trousers. She was still just as beautiful, but she grew warmer, softer, almost tame. The miracles of pregnancy, he thought.

"Touch me again and I kill you!" she yelled so full of bitterness, Chucky sensed a tremor going through his body. Tig remained adamant throwing her out of the house without a shred of guilt or mercy. The assistant, baffled, hurried after the woman instinctively. He knew his protector could resort to such cruelties, but the extent and viciousness of this argument moved him.

Alone, in the peace of his empty apartment, Tig could finally cry punching his own reflection in the bathroom mirror while repeating: "Forgive me."

Chucky drove Nadia back to the Club. They spoke little throughout the short trip. She had no place to go and he knew it. The poor disabled thought that Tig's tantrum truly broke her heart. In effect, Nadia felt liberated. She called Jax using Chucky's phone, a conversation they rehearsed a number of times till they got it right. It had to be right to be believable. And Chucky had no doubt every word was true.

"Jax, I need help," she wept. "He threw me out, got nowhere to go. Think something's wrong with the baby. Yeah, I'm coming over."

The theatre continued with Jax lending her some money and an old car they kept for special situations. Nadia seemed erratic, so much so, that Juice forgot all about her betrayal and offered to take her in, help her and even run away with her to some unknown destination. These were words he couldn't abide by. He too had taken part in Brad's assassination. But the woman cried and cried without making sense.

"Tonight!" confirmed Jax whispering in her ear, while hugging her goodbye.