"If you had to choose, which would it be?" Jax asks casually, but the rage he felt was making his blood boil.
He had been walking towards the wing Tara works in. It was later at night so there were less people. He was just about to turn down that corridor when he heard, "I am really tired so would you please leave me alone," Tara sighed.
"Cmon Knowles, we had fun didn't we? Let's go see if we still can," some dead motherfucker said. He picked up his pace.
"You know I'm married right?" Tara growled.
Jax was beginning to seeth. 'Yeah motherfucker.' Where the fuck was Juice?
"And?" dead motherfucker says.
Jax rounded the corner for Tara to exclaim, "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST! LEAVE ME ALONE!"
"You little…." the dead motherfucker dared to lift a hand to hit his wife.
Out of the corner of his eye Jax saw Tara's shoulder's relax when she heard his voice. But his cold steel gaze was still on dead motherfucker, who still hadn't put his arm down. It is taking every ounce of his will-power to not put this guy down now.
The dead motherfucker stopped to look at who just spoke, "What?" he asked.
"If you had to choose, which would it be?" Jax growled again as he took a small step up next to Tara.
For her part, Tara let her bad boy take over, a small smirk on her face.
"Which would what be?" dead motherfucker asks with his goddamn arm still in the air and a confused look on his face.
"Shot or stabbed?" Jax growled out.
"Why?" dead motherfucker says, completely confused.
Then Jax stepped right into his space, "The man who has his hand raised like he is about to strike my wife is lucky he will get a fucking option," he growled in dead motherfuckers face before he pinned him to the wall.
Dead motherfucker is still puzzled, "Wife? What?" he gasps as he gets the wind knocked out of him from the forceful push against the wall.
Jax looks at him with rage filled eyes, "You fucking heard me," he bites out
"I did say I was married. Several times," Tara pointed out, "Baby this is Dr. Alan. We dated a few times. Dr. Alan, this is my husband, Jax Teller. We've been together over half our lives, so you understand the protectiveness."
"You're married to this guy?" Dr. Alan asks, astonished. Looking at this long haired scary man who looked like he would literally gut him.
"You got a problem with that?" Tara asks before adding, "Tough shit!" Then she sighed out, "Let him go baby,"
Jax sneered at him leaning into him, his whispers darkly, "You have no idea how lucky you are to still be breathing." Then he quickly let go, firmly grasped Tara's hand in his and began walking briskly. He was about to blow a gasket. Furious with Juice, almost equally as furious about a man trying to raise a hand to his wife. Walking so fast Tara had to get him to slow down.
"Jax, I'm okay baby," Tara tries to soothe him. She did not want to be around the guys when he finds Juice.
"But you wouldn't have been…!" he bites out, then adding, "Where the fuck is Juice?!"
"I don't know. I looked around for him, but I couldn't find him," Tara replied, as she watched Jax get even more furious. She knew to stay out of inner club business. She sure as fuck doesn't want to turn into Gemma.
"Who was that? Does he work here? Has it happened before?" Jax grounds out, still walking quickly.
"I literally only went on two dates with him, another wing and no. Today is the first day I've seen him since we got here," then she sees Jax's nostril's flaring. "Wait a minute," she tugs on his hand to get him to stop, "Are you mad at ME about this?" she asks him incredulously.
When she tugs on his hand to get him to stop, he realizes how pissed off she is now. "What?! Why would you think I was mad at you, babe?"
"I don't know, but the way you are dragging me out of here."
He held his hand out palm down for her to take which she did. He is trying to clamp down on his rage, at least for now, "Because if I don't get out of here now," he says calmly and softly, "I'm going to put one or both of them in this hospital tonight," before he finally slings an arm over her shoulder. "Does that corridor have cameras?" he asks her even softer, leaning into her as they walked.
"I'm not sure, why?" she asks curiously.
"Because they need to know this happened," he says, "They need to know one employee tried to physically assault another. And we need to make sure that he doesn't try to turn this shit around on your thug old man."
"Wow…. You're quick on your feet, Teller," she strokes his chin affectionately. He had always been a very good businessman.
Jax smirks down at her, "Gotta be in my line of work, babe. Brains over bullets," His mood had lightened a little until Tara jumped in front of him to stop him.
"So I'm going to have to do something you may not like." she says rather nervously. She knows his head is already about to explode.
"Okay?" he says when he realizes she is waiting for him.
"So one of the security guards kind of has a crush. And he's on duty tonight," she says.
"Jesus Christ," he runs his hands over his face, then sighs out, "I'm really trying not to kill someone here, babe. And believe me, I know how ironic that is."
"You know those girls that you," she physically points at him so he understands she means the literal you, "just have to look at and smile at them and say 'could you help me with somethin' darlin'?" he makes a face at his own words. "That's how he is, I promise," Then she walks closer to him, "I can't play with my dirty criminal if he is in prison now, can I?"
He slaps her ass quickly, her yelping in shock, for calling him her latest pet name for him. He fuckin' loved it. "Okay," he agrees.
"But you may need to stay outside," she says.
"He knows you're married?" Jax asks for confirmation.
"Yes," she confirms.
"He's seen me come in and out of here?"
She nods her head in agreement.
"So what's the problem? Are you ashamed of me now?" he asks her incredulously.
"What?!" Tara says shocked, "No," she walks into him, stands on her tiptoes kissing him, then she takes him by his hoodie under his kutte. "Seeing you on camera, then seeing you in real life, are entirely different things, baby. You scare the shit out of more than half the population, Jackson Teller, and I know you like it that way."
He conceded because his wife knew him too well. He liked knowing that out there in the real world, most people won't fuck with his wife or kids just because of who he is. Hell even she, at one point, said he scared her. But that shit was in the past.
He followed her down another hall until she holds her hand up to get him to stop, then she grabbed him by his hoodie again pulled his head down to hers, kissing him quickly but passionately, whispered, "Love you," then she wandered down the hall a few more feet, and rap on the door.
Tara looked at Jax quickly, his back to the wall running his hands together impatiently. She knows he is trying to keep himself in check. When he did let all his rage out, she knew Juice was going to be in some serious shit.
Her head snapped straight when she heard the eye slot being opened, she quickly plastered a smile on her face, "Hey Freddie.." she started with an extra sugary sweet voice, "Do you think you could help me with something?"
Jax heard the door open. He walked a little bit closer but still out of sight, "Hi D-D-Doctor Knowles, I-I-I mean Knowles-Teller," Jax couldn't help but to chuckle and the obvious nervous-ness his wife caused him. Sometimes she makes him that nervous too. He also sees the same nervous-ness when he says 'darlin' or 'sweetheart' to some women.
Less than 10 minutes later, the door is thrown open and Tara pops her head out saying, 'got it'. Then he was walking in the room looking at a very confused barely out of high school, young man who went from confused then scared very quickly.
"Relax kid, I'm not here for you. I know my wife is smokin'," a sly smirk on his face then winked at him. He looks at the petrified skinny, nerdy 20-something, then grins adding, "Chicks get like that around me too."
It earns him a slap across the chest from Tara, "If he were here to hurt you, we wouldn't be having this conversation at all," she points out, shrugging her shoulders.
Freddie looked at her shocked now too.
"There is that," Jax agreed. "Something just happened. But we need to see if there is proof that it happened.
Jax had already seen that each monitor had a different angel but they also overlapped in the middle. With the added bonus of sound.
"Could you please play it?" Tara asks nicely.
Freddie nervously nods before turning around to play them. Then he turns back around to stare at Jax in utter terror..
Jax could give a fuck. Let him keep starin'. He is beyond used to it. He has gotten stared at almost all his life, but for two entirely different reasons; lust or fear.
Once the playback ran, you could clearly see and hear the confrontation and that Dr. Alan had his arm high above his head before Jax had even gotten to them.
Freddie jumped ten feet in the air when Jax growled, "Got you motherfucker," slapping his palm on the workstation.
"Whh whhattt?" Freddie can barely get out.
"Look…" Jax points to the screen.
"Hhhee was gonna hit hhher," Freddie breaths out shocked.
"Babe you need to get your supervisor and HR down here now," Jax urges as she picks up the phone in front of her dialing the on-call chief of staff.
Eight minutes later a rap at the door signals their arrival. An older balding man and middle aged woman enter the room. They gasped and paused when they saw Jax leaning against the far wall.
Tara rolled her eyes, "Yes yes I know. How could the good doctor marry a biker? He's big and scary!" Tara pretends like she is scared, "Only he's not til he has to be. Like tonight when Dr. Adams would have literally hit me because I told him to fuck off!"
Jax is laughing loudly, his face beet red from pride, love and admiration for his love. Defending her man and talking shit at the same time. Jesus Christ. He loved her so fucking much.
She turned her anger on him now, "What's so funny over there?" she demands.
Jax puts his hands up in surrender, "Nothin'. I just fucking love you," he admits because he does fucking love her and he doesn't care who knows.
She smiled lovingly at him, "I fucking love you too, baby." She looks at her bosses now, "See," she waves her hand in Jax's direction. "Really scary."
The middle aged woman spoke up, "You said there is security footage?"
"Yes," Freddie actually spoke up. He then played it back.
The middle aged woman, who Tara told him was HR, looked completely shocked. The balding man, who Tara had said was the on-call chief of staff, said, "Don't you usually have a body man with you Dr. Knowles-Teller?"
Jax pushes himself off the wall. He had to be very careful here because he didn't want to get his wife fired, "So your saying, if her 'body man' were with her, then it would be acceptable?"
"No! Of course not," HR Lady saves Baldy's bacon.
Baldy scrutinizes Jax for a minute before adding, "We also heard you threaten Dr. Adams, Mr. Teller."
"Because he almost HIT ME!" Tara screams at Baldy, defending her man again.
"It's okay, babe," Jax assures her, before scornfully looking at Baldy and adding, "You wouldn't put someone in their place after almost laying hands on your woman? I feel sorry for your wife, being married to a pussy like you."
"Excuse me!" Baldy shrieks.
"Gotta say Frank," HR lady says, "He's right. My husband would absolutely do the same thing."
At least HR lady has some goddamn sense.
"Mister, Doctor Teller, please accept my sincere apology for this incident. And thank you Mr. Teller for not handling it the way you and my husband would prefer. I will handle the situation. You will not be bothered again, Doctor," HR Lady assures them.