Chapter 6: Paper

Tara's head was swimming. How could she have agreed to this? She was going on a date with the boy Kate had said has been unofficially ranked the hottest boy in school since the 7th grade. She hardly knew Jax Teller. What would they talk about? Would it be awkward? What would happen? Where were they going? What were they going to be doing once they got there?

Her thoughts were going so fast she didn't even notice the sound of the doorbell ringing. "Oh shit" she swore as she ran in front of her full sized mirror and checked her appearance. A pair of tight blue jeans, stonewashed, a tank top and over that, a thin blue collar shirt. Please tell me I look good? She asked herself.

She ran out of her room to get to the door quick before Oh my God. Her father had already opened the door, Tara could only hope that he was a little sober.

"Hello?" her father looked at Jax with a drunken stare.

"Hi" Jax said "I'm here to see Tara."

"Who" Her father hiccupped "Who are you?"

"Jax, Jax Teller." He said, brushing back his long hair.

"Oh shit" Tara's father's eyes widened "Your John's boy right, Jackson?" He laughed and smacked his knee "I remember meeting your dad once outside Floyd's, I ugh knocked over his bike once by accident. He and his friends spent the rest of the hour calling me dickhead and throwing me around in the back alley." His demeanor changed quickly as he reared his head towards Jax.

Tara stepped in between the two and tried to diffuse the tension. "Hey dad, hey Jax. Dad I'm going out with Jax, I'll be back in a few hours, bye." She slammed the door in her father's face after grabbing her purse and sliding away.

"That was a pretty good getaway." Jax smirked. He was wearing a plain charcoal gray sweatshirt, along with baggy blue jeans, stonewashed, just like her own. His long hair was swept back behind his ears like it always was.

"Thanks" she laughed and slung her purse over her shoulder. Tara noticed he wasn't wearing his Sons of Anarchy vest. "Where's your vest thing?" she asked ignorantly.

He took a minute to realize what she was talking about "Oh, my cut. I decided you should avoid the publicity" he chuckled

That's when she got to thinking. What would people think about her going out with a member of the Sons? She brushed off the thought and walked down the driveway with Jax.

"That your ride?" He asked her, nodding towards her father's Cutlass.

"Oh," she sighed "No, it's my dad's"

"It's a fine automobile." He smirked and ran his hand down the hood. She wanted to scream, no one touched the Cutlass, if her dad saw him poking the hood of his car, she would be killed and hung upside down. Metaphorically of course. "So umm, where are we going?" she asked, smiling slightly and putting her hands in her pockets.

"I was thinking we could get a burger" He said with a nonchalant smile, "Then a movie"

"Oh" Tara said, she couldn't remember the last time she'd been to a movie. It was most likely when her mother was still alive. "What movie?"

"Casino" Jax smirked "Heard it's pretty good, it's got De Niro in it."

Tara liked mobster movies enough, but "I'm only sixteen" she stopped. "I can't get in"

"Nobody's gonna bother you with me there." He kept walking over to his… bike.

"You rode a motorcycle here?" she asked, having never been on one or even close to one. She stared at the blackened metal as it gleamed in the sun.

"Of course, I don't have a car." Jax handed her his helmet. "Why? You nervous?"

"No" she strapped the helmet onto her head and walked to the curb. "Of course not"

Oh boy she thought as she sat down on the motorcycle behind him. The engine roared to life and the bike vibrated underneath her. It felt powerful and dangerous, yet exciting at the same time. "Wow" Tara said under her breath as they took off.

"Wow" Gemma breathed out as she slid off of Clay and lay down next to him. "Damn" she panted.

"Yeah" Clay said, just as exasperated. "I love it when Jax leaves the house" he chuckled as Gemma laughed with him.

"He is going to be gone for a while" She smirked at him. "We can have dinner, maybe curl up in front of the TV, with some hot coffee." The biker queen ran her hands up and down the biker's chest "Your all tense" she noted as she reached his shoulders "What happened?"

"Goddamn idiots we sold some Irish stock to" he confided in her "Robbed a bank in Lodi"

"I saw that on the news this morning" Gemma said, "What are you gonna do?"

"What do you think?" he said grimly "There's only one thing we can do."

"Jesus" She exclaimed "Don't bring my son to some execution" she snapped

"He's a member now" Clay said sharply "He's gonna be wherever the club needs him to be, Gem."

She wanted to say something, to dissuade him or change his mind. Gemma didn't want her son to witness or take part in murder. Sure he would eventually, but he was only seventeen, not even old enough to drink legally. In the end she stayed silent, knowing to make her move with Jax, not with Clay, she would ask Jax what he was doing later. Clay and the rest of the club saw him as an adult already, but Jax was still a boy to Gemma.

"Are you insane?"

Opie began to clench his fist as his mother lectured, a bead of slick sweat ran down his neck and down his back. "I can't leave"

Mary was persistent however and didn't want to be persuaded otherwise "Op, I am putting my foot down this time. I am sick of your father, he is a drunken criminal." She threw her purse down on the table next to her "When he gets out of the hospital, we're getting a divorce."

The hair on the back of Opie's neck stood up straight and his hands were almost shaking. "What?"

"I'm leaving, Harry" she only called him by his real name when angry or depressed "And I'm taking you with me, away from this cesspit town."

Opie was almost speechless, almost "What… what about my life mom? I can't just leave. What about school? I have friends?"

"You'll make new friends, in Mirada"

Mirada, the name made Opie want to puke "Are you kidding me? What about Jax? I'm his best friend, I can't leave him like that."

"Jax has plenty of friends Opie" Mary shook her head in disapproval. "You can't pin this on him, I feel sorry enough for him as it is, seventeen years old and already in a goddamn motorcycle gang."

"Club!" Opie snapped "I'm not going to Mirada, and I'm sure as hell not leaving my real family"

Tara watched almost in horror as the man's eyeball popped out. The other large man twisted the handle of the vise and swore excessively. Blood and other bodily fluids streamed from the eye as Tara grimaced. She pulled her face away from the movie screen and tried to think of something other than her eyes.

Jax could obviously see her tense up. "Hey" he whispered to her "You okay?" he asked, nudging her shoulder slightly.

She nodded "Yeah I'm fine" she lied, focusing on her popcorn. Jax nodded as well and turned back to the screen. She had been wrong about him. He wasn't really a big tough biker when it came down to it. Even talking at dinner they had found a connection. When she had mentioned her mother passing away, he had instantly known what kind of pain she was talking about, having lost his father years ago.

Tara couldn't admit that she didn't like him. He was handsome, charming, and funny. He had a swagger and demeanor that exhumed confidence and strength. Tara turned back towards the screen as the thoughts kept coming.

Otto, Chibs, and Bobby sat outside an apartment building in Lodi. "This is it?" Chibs asked his fellow members. Otto nodded and leaned back into the city bench more. "Yep, this is the apartment Allard was using as a safehouse."

"So how we gonna do this?" Bobby asked.

Otto shook his head, "This is surveillance brother. We're just gonna see if his boys show up, and when they do, we're gonna ask them some questions."

It didn't take long for the men to show up. A large bald man, wearing a purple track suit and running shoes, pulled up in an SUV. The man opened the door and eyed Otto, Chibs and Bobby for a second, then brushed them off as nothing interesting. He opened the trunk of the car, and pulled a large duffle bag from the vehicle, the jagged, poked out edges told the VP that their M4's were sitting inside them.

"That must be im'" Chibs said as the man opened the building's door and entered.

Bobby rubbed his chin "Let's get in there."

Otto stood up and readjusted the pistol, tucked into the back of his pants. "Alright, it's a simple grab, we go in, get the guns, get rid of the guy, then we disassemble the M4's and drop them over the countryside."

The three men walked across the street, making sure no one saw them entering the building. "It's on the third floor" Bobby said as they ascended, always checking the corners for any prying eyes. Bobby panted as they went up the stairs, his weight being an obvious impediment to his physique.

"Your going on a diet Bobby" Chibs laughed as he poked Munson's large belly.

"Screw you" he panted back at the Scotsman as he laughed.

"Get it together boys" Otto said, grinning and pulling a ski mask from his pocket. Chibs and Bobby did the same, also grabbing their guns and attaching silencers to the barrels.

"Let's do this." Chibs said as they approached the door.

Otto kicked his booted foot into the wooden door as hard as he could, breaking it off of the hinges and leaving it wide open. They charged in quickly, pointing their guns at anything they could see. The large man with the bag was walking out of a living room, he saw the three armed men and freaked out, dropping the bag and running.

Otto ran after him, tackling him to the floor and smashing a coffee table. The VP pressed his gun to the man's head and held him there, unable to move. Bobby grabbed the bag and set it on the kitchen table. After making sure the man was incapacitated, Chibs joined Bobby in the kitchen and zipped the bag open quickly.

Chibs plunged his hand into the duffle and pulled out…

"What the?" The Scottish man looked at his friend "Books?"

Again, another short chapter, I split this one and another in half. I will continue to work on the next one and come back soon. Hope you all enjoyed this. Please read and review!