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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 77 Phoned
Gemma was furious and it wasn't about a couple of shoves into the walls courtesy of Clay. She had called Jax's home phone all night and he hadn't picked up the phone once.
The next morning, she called his house and he still didn't pick up the phone. She tried his cell phone at least a dozen times and it went straight to voice mail.
Jax told Clay he was going to take a couple of days to clear his head. That was fine, but that didn't mean he didn't have to tell her where he was going. She was his mother and he damned well better check in with her.
Gemma drove by Tara's house. She was sure she would see her son's bike parked outside Tara's house. It wasn't there.
She couldn't decide if his bike not being parked at Tara's house was good news or bad news. She was glad that he wasn't with Dr. Loser Tara, but she would have been at least a little relieved that he was somewhere.
If Jax were outside Charming riding his bike, he could run into enemies of the MC. He wouldn't be safe.
She drove her car over to his house and went inside. She had hoped that he might be sleeping and he'd turned the phone's ringer off. No Jax.
The T-Shirt Hut had finished silk-screening some MC T-shirts. The club sold them to make extra money and promote the club. Yesterday afternoon, she'd dropped off a couple and put them on Jax's bed neatly folded. One of the T-shirts was missing.
Gemma walked into the garage and found Jax's bike. She thought Jax might have gone out running. She spent the next hour cleaning his house while she waited for him to come back from his run. After almost an hour and a half, there was still no Jax.
Could someone have taken Jax? Maybe he came home, put on a clean T-shirt from the pile on the bed and then been kidnapped.
There weren't any signs of a struggle. She knew her son wouldn't have just gone with a kidnapper. He would have fought. He had to have gone off with someone voluntarily.
Gemma thought about calling and taking a quick inventory of the crow-eaters. Maybe he was with one of them. Before she could pick up the phone, Clay walked in and sat down on the couch with a can of orange Fanta.
"Do you know where Jax is?" Gemma demanded.
"No. He said he was taking a couple of days off. You heard him say that," Clay said impatiently.
"His bike's home, but he isn't," Gemma said.
"Sometimes people drive cars and they have passengers," Clay said sarcastically.
"I know that," Gemma snapped. "Do you know who he might be with?"
"I'm so fucking sick of this," Clay said angrily. "He's a fucking adult. Treat him like one," Clay shouted. Clay had one hand around the orange Fanta and the other balled into a fist.
"I'll check with the guys," she said and left the TM office quickly.
It only took her a few minutes to check with the guys. She stayed out in the garage to give Clay some time to cool down.
He didn't know what it was like to have a child. It didn't matter that Jax was grown. It made it worse because there was more danger for adult Jax.
Gemma called Jax's home and cell phone again. Still no answer. She felt sick inside. Something must have happened to him.
Losing Thomas almost killed her. She couldn't bear losing Jax too. And it wasn't as though she had a grandchild that could carry on everything she had built.
She didn't grieve over the grandchild that wasn't hers. Babies died every day. She didn't cry over them. This was the same thing. Just another dead baby.
It was good that Wendy died because she would have really fucked her up for lying about Jax being the baby's father. She hoped wherever Jax was, he was making better decisions than the one he made when he married crank whore Wendy.
Gemma just had a thought that made her blood run cold—Jax was a widower now. That meant he could get married. He didn't have to wait until his divorce was final.
What if some girl got her hooks into Jax and convinced him to marry her? He was so emotionally vulnerable now; he wasn't thinking straight.
OK. She might be making herself crazy and she was overreacting. Jax was safe and unmarried. Probably.
Gemma called Jax's home phone and left a message asking that he call her. She also called his cell and left the same message.
When Jax finally checked in with her, there would be hell to pay.
Author's Note: When I got the idea for this story, I wanted it to be different from the SOA fanfics that I write under a different name. This story is more like a TV show because it has short scenes. Each chapter is from one character's POV.
I've designed it for it to be read in bursts. You have a couple of minutes and you can read a couple of chapters.
This is an AU. Some of SOA's plot lines will be used and not necessarily in sequence.