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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 53 Deceived
Tara wasn't sure how Jax was going to react. Ten years was a long time. She couldn't predict how this more mature Jax would handle such a emotional kick to the balls.
"How the hell do you know that? There wasn't time to do a DNA test." Jax's voice was mostly level. No shouting yet.
"We didn't need one. Let me explain now," Tara said keeping her voice soft and low, hoping that would keep Jax calm.
Tara knew Jax was capable of explosive anger. She'd seen him punch doors and walls when he was angry. He had left holes. Big ones sometimes. He had never hit her, but there was still just a little fear that he would snap and he would direct his anger at her.
She did love that dark, dangerous side to Jax's life as long as it didn't get too dangerous. It was the physical toughness in him that was in short supply in the men she met. They just seemed bland and boring compared to blonde, blue-eyed, tough and hot as hell, Jax.
She had dated a couple of surgeons. She quickly discovered they were a bunch of pussies. They would never dream of punching someone with their precious money makers no matter what another guy was trying to do to her.
When she was with Jax, she felt protected. If a man put his hands on her, Jax wouldn't negotiate with the guy or scold him with harsh words. He'd punch him. Hard.
Jax got to his feet and put his hands in his pockets. Tara relaxed a little since the walls of St. Thomas didn't seem to be in any immediate danger of being punched out.
"Remember when we did the SAMCRO blood drive when we were juniors in high school? Your blood type was AB, right?"
"Yeah."
"The baby's blood type was O. I had the test re-run, I had different lab techs run the test and I had them take the baby's blood again. It's an easy test to perform. It doesn't take a lot of skill. It's a very basic test.
"You can't use blood typing to determine paternity. It was used before DNA to rule out paternity. A man with AB blood cannot father a child with type O blood. It's impossible."
Jax's face was flushed bright red. He was breathing slowly, making an effort to control his temper.
"Did she know?"
Tara hesitated for a moment.
"Did she know?" Jax raised his voice.
"The baby's due date was calculated based on info Wendy provided. The due date you gave me was three weeks later than the one in her medical file. She had to have known because she lied to you about the due date."
"Son of a bitch," Jax's voice was packed with fury.
Tara watched anxiously as Jax took his hands out of his pockets.
"If you need to punch something, punch this wall," Tara said pointing to an interior wall. "If you punch an exterior wall, you'll really mess up your hands."
"Now that's the Tara I remember," Jax said with the ghost of a smile.
And then he punched the wall. An interior wall.