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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 59 Slugged
Tara hoped that by sticking close to Jax, Gemma wouldn't attack her. That hadn't worked. Her last hope was that Jax would stop his mother. When she and Jax were together, there was a chance that would happen. Now, she knew she was on her own.
She didn't have a fight plan or a signature cat fight move, but when Gemma knocked her to the ground and got on top of her, all the rage and hate she had for Gemma came out. The past ten years fell away and she was no longer a doctor, but a nineteen year old girl fighting for the man she loved.
Gemma unleashed her fury over Tara being back in town and ripping up her heart by letting her think a dead baby was her granddaughter. She punched Tara in the stomach followed by a couple of slaps to the face.
Tara grabbed Gemma's hair and elbowed her hard in the face. They each traded slaps, slugs and punches.
"We really should break this up," Clay said.
"Yeah," Jax agreed.
Tara managed to get Gemma off her, but Gemma countered by yanking Tara's hair hard pulling out an impressive handful of hair. Tara smacked Gemma hard in the ear with the flat of her hand, which was more painful than it sounded.
"Are you ladies done?" Clay asked with thinly veiled sarcasm during a pause in the fight.
"You bitch," Gemma said, lunging for Tara.
Clay grabbed Gemma by the shoulders.
"Enough!" he said.
Both women had lost some hair and gotten some bruises. Tara had a bruise to her temple and her hair was no longer up in a bun. Gemma had the beginnings of a black eye from the elbow in the face, but otherwise looked only a little banged up.
The crowd gathered at the door watching the fight, returned to work. No one bothered to check on Tara's well-being.
Tara knew she hadn't made many friends among the staff. Some remembered her from her high school days and some were just fed up with her always telling them how they did things in Chicago. It did hurt her feelings that not a single staff person tried to break up the fight.
"That bitch knew that wasn't my granddaughter. I cried for a kid that wasn't my blood."
"It wasn't my place to tell you about the baby's paternity. That was Jax's decision to make," Tara said.
"You could have taken Jax aside and told him about the paternity and then told him about the baby's death. He would have told us about the baby not being his and he would have told us the baby was dead. You did it the way you did because you wanted to hurt us."
"She does have a good point," Jax said.
Tara knew that she was in serious trouble when Gemma could outthink her. She should have thought of that. She could have told Jax about the baby not being his before she told him of the baby's death. It never even occurred to her to tell him about the baby's paternity first.
"I'm sorry that the way I conveyed the information was hurtful," Tara said using that doctor's tone of voice that managed to convey not a single bit of regret. It was what they called in med school, the non-apology apology.
Gemma lunged for Tara. Clay let her go. The Gemma/Tara fight was back on, moving into its second round.