So how did we like Kelly?

"We gotta talk," Jax says, pulling up a crate to sit on. He was talking to the man who was saying crazy shit in the parking lot. He pushed back his hair, pulled out a pack of smokes. Holding one between his lips, he flicked his Zippo, lighting the end and inhaled deeply, blowing the smoke in his face.

The Chicago club let them use one of their empty properties. Hector sat strapped to a chair, with a gag in his mouth. He coughed from the smoke.

Reaching forward, Jax removed his gag, "Who the fuck are you and why have you been following me?"

"I'm not following you. I've been following the doctor whore," He said before he could stop himself..

Gripping the cigarette between his teeth, Jax delivered a bell ringing smack to the guy's face making him fall sideways off the chair. Taking his cigarette out of his mouth with the other hand. "Motherfucker, I told you that is my wife you're talking about," he gritted out, flipping his hair out of his face. "That's the last goddamn warning."

Hector lay there stunned, his head ringing, the taste of blood in his mouth. Then a huge man with long hair came to one side of him while the bald grumpy man came to his other side maneuvering him to sit him back up in his seat. Looking at this vicious man across from him made him realize the games were over. He had to if there was any chance at all.

"I'm a reasonable man, so I'm gonna give you one more chance," Jax said. "Because some of the shit you said," Jax waggled the hand that held the cigarette between his fingers at the man, a sinister chuckle coming from him, "makes me think that you've been paying a little too much attention to my wife. I knew I felt someone watching us," Jax leaned in close to him, snatching Hector by his shirt collar pulling him in until he was less than a foot from staring into deadly cold steel blue eyes, "What the fuck do you want?"

"I need the doctor's help to save my son," he pleaded, blood dripping from his mouth. "He has the same condition as the boy she is treating. My insurance won't cover the treatments he needs. I need to ask her if she will have mercy on my son and treat him anyway." He spoke his truth.

Jax let him go, almost stunned silent, "There, now was that so hard?"

"You chose a fucked up way to get my attention," Tara said coming out of the shadows. She stood next to her man, arms crossed across her chest. "You have it now. I have to say, you're lucky I'm a compassionate person who cares about helping dying babies," she sighed out. Placing her hand on Jax's shoulder, "Let him up, baby. We are gonna take a walk and he is gonna tell me about his son."

Nodding his head to Happy to free him, "Remember to watch your fucking mouth," he warned.

Hector stood up on shaky legs rubbing his wrists, looking at Tara hesitantly, "Thank you," he said with tears in his voice. His head was still ringing from the blow he took.

Tara held her arm out gesturing for him to start walking, she fell in step with him. Turning his head, he looked behind to see Jax following closely behind.

"My husband is very protective of me," she looked at the man as she walked next to him, "You have nothing to fear unless you do something stupid."

Jax looked at the man pointedly, hoping he understood to watch himself.

"Now talk," Tara demanded.

"Nathaniel, my son, has the same congenital heart defect as the Robinson boy," Hector told her.

"How do you know his condition? There are federal laws that prohibit anyone other than the patient and their proxies from knowing details like that," Tara asked, looking at him.

His faith had guided him all his adult life. He prayed that God would send someone to heal his boy. His son who was on borrowed time. Hector had watched this woman with her immoral behavior, always with a different man close by. Her foul mouth. Watching her damn near fornicating in public with the violent man behind him. How did the brilliant heart specialist hook up with a thug like this? Why would Jesus give a woman like this these gifts?

He almost scoffed at her, "I can't believe an immoral woman like you cares about federal laws."

He quickly felt a hand grab him by the scruff of his neck and a gun held to his head, "Motherfucker what did I tell you?" Jax gritted out into his ear.

"Wait baby," Tara pleaded with Jax. "Why do you say I'm immoral?" Tara asked Hector.

"You always have one of those guys hanging around you," he stuttered.

"But the only one I fuck has a fist full of your hair, asshole" Tara seethed, smacking him.

"You really don't seem to care that your DYING child needs MY WIFE'S help, dick," he emphasized pulling his hair harder.

Tara says, "Look, it's been a long day. Tomorrow you'll take me to your kid. Maybe you'll have a better attitude," she suggested.

Pulling him in closer by his hair, "That is NOT a suggestion, motherfucker," Jax growled in his ear, before turning him towards Happy and pushing him roughly.

Happy began taking him away, "Please! May I call my boy?" he pleaded.

Jax looked to Tara who nodded her head in an affirmative. Jax looked to Happy with a brief head nod.

Tara walked to Jax, taking his hand pulling him along with her, "Take me home, Teller."