Hey ladies, I'm going to post the next two chapters. I'm going to be busy for the next couple days, and I want to get these chapters up:). Enjoy, and let me know what you think.

It has been three weeks. The judge sentenced my husband and his club to a total of two years in prison for the gun years. I don't want to be without him. I can't be.

I started working again. Gemma and Neeta would help me out with the kids, which I appreciated. I sat at my desk, looking at my husband's record and his friends'.

How am I going to get him out of this one? When the trial was held, I wasn't even allowed to represent Jax and the judge said it was "a conflict of interest." I bet if she was in my shoes, she would have done what I'm doing right now. Or she was just that self righteous.

Is there really no other way to get him out?

I opened my desk draw. I took out the number with Damon Pope's name on it.

I started dialing the number in my phone. After the third ring, I hung up the phone.

My office door opened and the new secretary, Brooke, poked her head in.

"Hey Brooke. Is everything alright?"

"Yeah. You have a visitor."

The door opened fully and a well dressed black man stood in front of my desk with two larger men on each side of him. He looked at Brooke and she closed the door.

"You haven't called."

So, this is Damon Pope.

"I appreciate that you want to help me, but I'm fine."

"I understand. Let me properly introduce myself. I'm Damon Pope," he greeted with a smile, holding his hand out to me. I shook it.

"Hi."

" Julia, I know why you're so hesitant about getting my help. You must have heard some colorful stories about me."

"I have. So, you know why I don't want to work with a gangster. I'm a lawyer. It goes against what I do."

"What would you call marrying Jax Teller?"

We both smiled.

"That is... I know you will want something in return if you help me."

"No, not at all. Your husband and I have worked something out."

"He said that he turned down your offer."

"No, he said yes. He will be home on Saturday."

"How?"

"I have my ways. But, I know there is some unfinished business with Agent June Stahl. Am I correct?"

"She was the one who locked him up in the first place."

One of his guards handed me another paper with two addresses on it.

"That's her home and girlfriend's address. If you want to pay her visit, you can."

Should I say thank you for getting my husband out of jail in three days? Or should I go say fuck yourself, and we will be just fine without you?

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. Nice to meet you Julia."

"Likewise."

Three days later

Jax picked up his belongings from the guard. Opie patted his back.

"What do you think Julia will say about your new haircut?"

"If I would've known we were going to get out today, I wouldn't have done this. I hope she likes it."

"You going to tell her how we're out?"

"I'll tell her what I have to."

I pulled up in front of Stahl's house. I gently took out the gun Jax gave me. I switched off the safety and got out of the car.

Gemma and the rest of the families stood outside the clubhouse, awaiting for the mens' return.

"Where the hell is Julia, Shayna?"

Shayna placed Gracie back into the stroller.

"She told me she was on her way. "

As if she knew they were talking about her, she pulled up in her car.

I got out and kissed my kids, then Shayna and Gemma.

"They're not here, yet? Good."

"Where were you?"

"I was held up at work. I'm here now."

The sound of choppers broke the sound barrier. Everyone started clapping. Jax got off his bike and unbuckled his helmet from his head. When I saw his new short hairstyle, I can't lie ladies, I felt my panties get slightly wet. I thought he was beautiful with his long hair. Now, I can't even...

"Whoa. Goodbye biker. Hello Abercrombie," Shayna said, causing the three of us to giggle.

Clay approached Gemma and kissed her. I looked over and smiled. I felt strong hands on my waist. I turned my head, and Jax was standing before me.

"Hey, Jules."

I was mad at him for lying to me. But for now, I'll put that on the backburner. He's home.

"Hey, baby. I like the new haircut," I stated, running my fingers through it.

"Really?"

When she nodded, Jax recognized the look in her eyes. The look where something was wrong. And she masked it up as best as possible.

That night, we all spent time together as a family. Shayna was in her room. Abel and Gracie were asleep in their cribs. I was putting the dishes in the dishwasher when Jax spun me around and lifted me onto the counter, making me gasp.

"Jax!"

"Shh, you'll wake the kids," he started to untie my silk black robe.

God, I wanted him so bad. To just tear his clothes to shreds. To scream his name and hear him command me to come. To feel our bodies' sweat rub off against one another. But, something stopped me.

I grabbed at his hands.

"Babe, what's wrong? You've been off all day."

"I know that you're working with Pope."

"Shit."

"Why did you lie to me?"

"Because I know I promised you we would move away from guns."

"Why are you working for him?"

"Tig killed his daughter. It's our way of keeping it civil. Who told you?"

"Uh... Pope."

"He came to you. Why?"

"He wanted to go through me first about getting you out. He also helped me find Stahl," I whispered, hopping off the counter, and going to our room.

Jax was right behind me. He closed the door.

"What?"

"He... he gave me Stahl's address."

"What did you do, Julia?," he asked, weirding me out that he used my full name.

"Nothing. She wasn't home."

"And, if she was, you would've put a bullet in her head?"

"Yeah, why not?"

"Because we have kids. Don't you remember you gave me this same speech a couple months ago."

"Jax, as long as she is alive, she won't stop."

"Jules, this is club business. Not yours," he demanded in a tone that I have never heard him use before.

"It is my business when it comes to you. You're my husband."

"Jules, give me your gun."

"What?"

You heard me."

"No."

"Jules, I don't need you getting yourself killed because you want to protect the family. Let me carry that burden."