Jax and Tyler stood at the bar, both dressed in their black tie best, courtesy of Gemma. They each stood side by side, cigars in one hand and a drink in the other. They were both staring at the table where the sons were sitting at, fawning over the new couple. Both for the same reason- Dana. "Can you believe that shit? He should be getting stripped of his cut," Tyler said, taking a pull of his cigar.
Jax shook his head and put his drink down. "You served her with divorce papers in front of the entire club. You can't say shit if you don't want to sign them yourself," he said. "What's up your ass?" Tyler barked, facing his friend. Jax threw his hands up and shrugged. "I just don't want to get involved with this, especially not tonight at Gemma's thing."
Jax walked away, heading towards the table that Tara and Hale were sitting at, eager to get away from Tyler. Tara would take his mind off the fact that his stomach was churning at the thought of Opie and Dana together.
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Tara pulled the bathroom door open and gasped at the figure leaning against the wall across the entrance to the ladies' bathroom. "Jesus Christ. I can't even pee in peace around here," she muttered, pushing past Dana and trying to make her way back to the party. Dana grabbed her arm and dragged back into the hallway that lead towards the bathroom. Jax spotted what was sure to become an altercation at any moment and excused himself from the table he was currently sitting at.
"What is this I hear about how you kicked my ass and that you'll do it again if need be?" Dana asked, digging her fingers into her arm. "God, Gemma is such an instigator. She's been pinning us against each other for years now and you keep feeding into her bullshit. Get over yourself, Dana. I don't spend my entire day talking about you. I have a life. Shit to do," Tara said.
Dana lunged for her but was stopped short by Jax, who grabbed her and shoved her into the bathroom. "Give me a minute here," Jax said, kissing Tara on the forehead and heading into the bathroom. He made sure all the stalls were empty before he turned towards Dana and laughed. "How dare you come here with Opie and then jump down Tara's throat," he said, walking over to the bathroom door and locking it.
"The bitch deserves me putting my foot up her ass. She needs to be put in her place," Dana said, hopping up on the counter and making herself comfortable. Jax walked over to her and lifted up her skirt, running his hands up and down her thighs. "What are you doing?" She asked, pushing his hands away. "You made it clear that you and Tara were in it for the long haul."
Dana jumped down from counter and fixed her dress, her eyes staring at him coldly. "You and the widow have no business being together. Don't try to use him to get back at me," Jax said. She scoffed, shaking her head, not believing what was coming out of his mouth. "You made it clear that you were gonna stick with the bitch, so you shouldn't give a fuck what me and Opie do," she said, brushing past him and heading for the door.
"I'm gonna make her my old lady. It's the right thing to do, considering she's pregnant," Jax said, leaning against the counter. Dana froze and took a deep breath in. "What?" Her voice cracked, as she struggled to control her tears. "She's pregnant, Dana. I can't let you hurt her," he replied. She turned and faced him, her chest heaving, tears streaming down her face. "Get out," she said, lifting her hand and pointing to the door, her arm shaking.
"Can we talk about this?" He asked, stepping towards her. Dana reached under her dress and pulled out a small handgun. "Out," she stated, once again. He put his hands up and headed towards the door, a worried look on his face.
Jax headed towards the bar and ordered a drink. He downed the drink in one gulp and made his way towards Gemma. "Hey honey. Did you try the roasted chicken? It's to die for," she said, reaching for a plate for him. "We have problems," he whispered in her ear, leading her towards the bathroom.
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Jax walked over to the table where the boys were sitting at, entertaining Tara with random embarrassing stories about him. He leaned down and whispered in her ear. Tara nodded, standing up from the table and saying her goodbyes. "What's up, brother?" Happy asked, motioning to Tara, who was making a beeline towards the door. Jax shook his head. "Just a precaution," he said, taking a seat at the table and lighting a cigar.
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"What the hell are you doing in here?" Gemma asked, locking the bathroom door behind her. Dana paced the bathroom, tears streaming down her face. "Your son is an asshole, Gemma. Did you know he knocked her up? He's making her his old lady," she managed to say in between sobs. Gemma shook her head and walked up to her, grabbing her by the shoulders and forcing her to look at her. "We tried to keep them apart, Dana. There's nothing we can do now," Gemma said.
Dana lifted her arm and showed her the gun she was carrying. "Jesus! Do you ever leave home without a piece of steel?" Gemma cried out, leaning against the bathroom wall. "You know, Gemma, you've been itching for this fight now. There's no way in hell I'm gonna let that bitch into his life permanently. I'm gonna kill her. Get rid of the body. They'll never find her," Dana mumbled.
Gemma shook her head. "Now that there's a baby involved, I can't let you do that. That's my flesh and blood in there," she said. Dana scoffed. "Come on, Gemma. I've been by your side since I was born. I'm knee deep in all the shit you've pulled. Hell, the only reason you get away with all the shit you do is because Clay and me are backing you up," Dana said. "I know where my loyalties lie, Dana. You need to reevaluate what your priorities are within the club."
Dana stopped her pacing and put her gun away. She wiped the tears off her face and smiled sweetly at the older woman in front of her. "I need to reevaluate where my priorities lie? If that isn't the pot calling the kettle black," she said, a smirk on her face. Gemma stepped closer to her and cocked an eyebrow. "I know all about you and Jax. How you've been fucking him for years. How Lilah might even be his," Gemma said, playing with one of the curls surrounding her face.
Dana laughed, running a hand up Gemma's face. "I don't know how you know. I don't care how you know. All I know and care about is that you wouldn't dare let those words leave your mouth ever again because if you do, I'll let all the pretty little secrets in my head about you- out," she replied. It was Gemma's turn to laugh. "You wouldn't dare! I raised you. I took you into my house. My family. You wouldn't dare bite the hand that feeds you!"
"You took part in killing a man that I looked up to. The man that helped you raise me. We both know that John Teller's death was no accident. That you and Clay planned it for weeks. Anything to take over what he had. YOU bit the hand that fed you and your son," Dana said. Gemma stood back, her hand over her heart. For a split second she felt that her heart was gonna jump out of her chest. "You keep my secrets. And I'll consider keeping yours," Dana whispered, as she walked past her and exited the bathroom.
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Dana slipped back into the chair next to Opie and smiled weakly at him. "You okay?" He whispered, placing a hand on her thigh. "Yeah. Just a little tired. I say we have a couple more drinks, do a lap around the room then head back to my place," she said, leaning over and placing a kiss on his lips. Opie cocked an eyebrow and went along with everything, knowing that something wasn't right.