Tara came out of the physicians changing room feeling very overdressed. Jax told her he had planned something for them that night. Chibbs drove her to work, Jax saying something about not wanting to see how she chose to dress for him that night. She chose a shortish dress she picked up just because it was cute.

She momentarily had a cold shiver that felt more like ice crawling up her skin. Quickly looking around her, she saw nothing out of the ordinary, so she shook it off. When she got to the entrance, she saw the baddest of bad boys, her sexy as fuck man.

He had on his customer clothes, with a new blue flannel. He was kutte-less, but she knew damn well he had a piece on him somewhere. She smiled big and beautiful at him.

"Are you fucking kidding me right now?" He had an unreadable expression on his face.

And she started panicking for a minute. She started to cover herself.

"What are you doing?" he asked as he realized what she was doing.

"You said…" she replied sadly.

"Get over here woman!" he demanded, then pulled her flush to him. "Does it FEEL like I'm mad?"

She chuckled against him, as he slung his arm low on her back. "Look, I know my woman is a piece of ass," she turned red, "I'm just not used to seeing it on full display. Better?" He leaned in and kissed her.

Jax had a time paying attention to the bumper to bumper chicago traffic. He kept both hands and eyes in front of him, even with his vixen wife's long legs on full display.

The Chicago guys told him of a spot that didn't frown on guys like them. They said 'good food, decent price and most importantly off the beaten path'.

Jax pulled around to the side of the building for the feel of privacy. He walked around to help Tara out. When she swung her legs out of the door Jax held out his hand.

"Can't fucking believe Chibbs saw you like this," Jax cussed under his breath. Just standing back, he held his wife's hand as he drank her in.

"He didn't by the way," she told him as she walked closer to him, "This is all for you baby,"

She whispered before she kissed him.

At that, Jax had one of her knees bent around him, pushing her softly into the side of the building and his mouth on her before she could blink. She pulled him to her as close as she could as he kissed down her neck frantically.

"You never see me," a man said from behind them.

They didn't hear him. They ignored him.

"See?" he said dejectedly. He shrugged his shoulders to himself. "I try to get your attention. Our time is running out. Soon it'll be too late."

They finally realize they are not alone. And there was that motherfucking feeling of being watched. He looked at Tara who was now trembling from adrenaline. Thank God she grabbed her purse before she got out of the car. She didn't have to be told to wrap her hand around the grip.

"I've tried talking to you everyday for weeks…." he mumbled.

Turning around slowly Jax saw a Hispanic man around their age, what looked like a stuffed toy of some sort gripped tightly in his hand. He wasn't sure if he was homeless or a junkie.

"Everyday! And I'll wait outside for you, trying to get you alone to talk to you."

Jax was trying to figure out what the fuck quickly. Tara had peered around Jax to see the man.

"Are you the one who I feel watching me?" Jax asked him.

"You are NEVER alone!" He screamed.

"Who? Me?" Tara asked from behind Jax.

"And always with a different guy. I will NEVER understand how Jesus gave you, A WHORE, these special gifts that few others can ever acquire," he had barely muttered before Jax had him with his hand securely around the neck and slammed against the car.

"Motherfucker that is my fucking wife. I don't give a good goddamn what your problem is. You disrespect her and you l have a VERY big problem," Jax kept the pressure on the guys throat as he flailed to get free. Several seconds later the guy passed out.

"The guys on the way?" he asked like nothing had just happened. Of course he heard her call them. He set to work hogtying and gagging the guy then putting him in the trunk.

"So Chibbs is gonna see me now," she giggled.

"Fuck he will," Jax grunted out as he unbuttoned his flannel. He wrapped it around her shoulders. "Sorry about our night," he said, kissing her.

Tara snorted, "Par for the course with us though. I'm fine, I promise. But I'm fucking hungry," she took his hand and started to go in the restaurant.

"You remember there is a body in the trunk right?"

"A: he accosted us! B: He is not dead. C: A body in the trunk of a car in Chicago Is not a news flash. To anyone."

"You just like when your dirty criminal man comes out to play."

"And?"