"Holy crap," Kelly gasped, as they entered Diosa, which was located right outside the city limits of Charming. They were having an open house today.
"Oh yes, very exciting," Tara replied blandly behind her, her 6-month bump leading the way. Jax's arm slung over her shoulder. Before they left Chicago, Kelly asked if she could visit them in Charming. And of course, she wanted to come visit this fucking place.
"Come on T," Kelly replied, "don't be like that. Try to have at least a little fun for me."
"That's easy for you to say," she says grumpily. She's pregnant and irritable, sue her. To be completely honest with herself, she might possibly drag her man to the back, if one of these bitches steps out of line with him, she is that horny. "All of these bitches would drop to their knees right now, if Jax asked them to."
Jax snorted, "Fuck these bitches," he leaned into her, "and not literally." He was rewarded with a smile and a chin scratch.
"Except me, I only fall to my knees for this big lug." Lyla says from behind them, kissing a smiling Opie, "I think of Jax as more of an annoying ass older brother, who will drop everything if shit goes down."
"Babe," Jax got her attention, tilted her chin up kissing quickly, "I'm gonna go talk to Alverez and Nero, if you need me."
"Oh my god," Kelly says, "I know you!" She never actually thought she would see any of the women she saw from the videos she watched.
"Lyla, this is my friend Kelly," Tara introduced.
"Girl, you never told me you know porn stars."
"I only know, know, Lyla. Who, by the way, is a producer now and she helps run this place. And have I mentioned all these bitches, want to fuck my man?""
"Hey Doc," Colette has the gall to say, as she saunters through. "Pregnancy looks good on you. How's the hand?" Of course, Jax had warned her that she would probably be here, but her friend wanted to see the place.
"Want to find out?" she asked smiling smugly back. Tara saw Kelly looking at her questioningly out of the corner of her eye.
"Geez, Doc. Good to see you too."
"To be crystal fucking clear, we will NEVER be friends. But I can act civil. Do some stupid shit, and I'll make last time look like a warmup," she promised.
"You think I feel like eating a bullet today?" Collette asks, her eyes drifting down to Tara bump, before she takes leave.
"What was that?" Kelly asks, shocked from the hostility she heard and saw from her friend,
"That bitch actually has," Tara replied coldly.
"Has what?" Tara looks at her pointedly, "He's not that guy, is he?" before looking over her friend's shoulder seeing Jax nose to nose and furiously looking at a young man who didn't seem to realize the danger he was in. "We will talk about this later, because what is going on over there?"
Devin stood at the threshold, looking at the people mingling about. He spotted Sons of Anarchy president, Jax Teller, standing near the bar talking to two Hispanic males, one in a Mayans kutte, the other with gray hair and beard.
He headed towards them, his eyes taking in the scantily clad woman talking to some men, who assumed to be 'entertainment' and the clientele. He saw some women he recognized from the porn he watched. When he got close enough, he headed straight to Jax, they were laughing about something. "Dude!" He grabbed a stunned Jax by the hand and pulled him in for a quick bro hug, "This place is awesome!"
Marcus and Nero looked him up and down. "Thanks," Jax replies, caught off guard.
"There are some gorgeous women here," Devin looked around again when his eyes land on Tara and Kelly. "Who wants to fuck a pregnant woman? Especially one that looks like that. Her friend is hot though."
Nero and Marcus look at Jax, because they all know there is only one pregnant woman in the whole place, waiting for his reaction. They see his cold, hard, steel blue eyes looking down at the kid, his jaw ticking.
But the kid wasn't done. "I guess someone could have a pregnancy kink," he shrugged his shoulder, "You guys couldn't get someone younger looking? What is she, like 50?"
They waited for Jax's reaction. When he didn't say anything, just glared at him, Marcus broke the tension by laughing at the little punk, "I've met some crazy white boy's, most of them in this room, but you have them all beat, ese."
Devin smiled almost proudly, "Really?"
"Coming in here, saying some shit like that to him, of all people," Marcus chuckled again, "Maybe you're ready to meet your maker. I know the only reason you're still vertical, is because she is standing right there."
Devin looks at him confused, not understanding what the fuck he just did.
"Not all the women here are working girls, kid," Nero says, eyeing Jax. He has been on the receiving end after shit-talking Tara. It was a huge clusterfuck, but Nero knew this kid wasn't ready for that kind of smoke.
"Did you know my wife is a doctor?" Jax suddenly says, pushing into Devins space now.
Devin looked at him, as confused as before.
"I know," Jax answered his look, "Crazy, right?" He paused, looking at his beautiful woman, not aware of the shit this asshole was saying about her. Just with a few words, this motherfucker has him seeing red. "We've been together off and on since we were 16. This smart as shit, beautiful woman who could have a normal life with anyone, choose me. I've never deserved her, but she is mine. A felon, thug who doesn't even have a GED. She's almost died three times because of me, my club and other bullshit in our lives. Two of my children were almost never born. She saved our oldest son, held his little heart in her hands. She literally saves dying babies' lives every day of the week. And that shit is sexy as fuck, kid."
Devin didn't understand why he was telling him all this, "So?"
Jax sneered at him, "Alverez is right. Her standing right there is the only reason you're still vertical. Not that she hasn't seen me do much worse, for far less. But if I put a punk ass kid in the hospital for being a judgmental asshole about my woman, I won't get laid for a month," he continues as he steps even closer to Devin, his nose flaring, his eyes boring holes through Devin, "And trust me, I have a very big pregnancy kink."
Devin has been forced to back up a step, but is still clueless, "What are you talking about?"
Jax, tired of this bullshit, stormed past him roughly, shoulder checking Devin so hard he fell on his ass, his eyes solely on his woman. "What the fuck, dude?" he whines from his new place on the floor.
By this time, the entire brothel has stopped and is now watching them.
They haven't even been here 20 minutes. Jax looks more furious than he has in months, but the kid he was inches aways from seemed oblivious.
When Jax determinedly pushed by the kid, Tara realized he was walking to her, "Baby, what's wrong?"
He doesn't answer her but says, "Your fucking beautiful. I love you," before he takes her face in his hands and possessively kisses her.
"I love you too, but what happened?" she eyed the kid he pushed out of the way.
He possessively drops his arm across shoulder, "Do you get it now, motherfucker?" He looks at Devin with hard, hate filled eyes, "The first thing this bitch says to me, is some hateful shit about my fucking woman."
"That normally doesn't work out well for anyone. I'd call that progress," she looked up at Jax proudly, scratching his chin. "Not cute enough for you, huh asshole? As you can tell," laying her hand on her obvious belly, "My man finds me plenty cute enough." She pauses for a second, "Kelly?" she calls her friend.
"Yeah girl," Kelly replies, completely amused by this entire situation.
"What is it that you say Jax has?" Jax is already chuckling because he knows what she is going to say.
"Big dick energy?" Kelly asks between chuckle gasps. Everyone chuckled at the answer and a couple 'uh hums' were also heard.
Tara smiles brightly, "Yeah, that," she agreed. Then she looked at Devin, "You have the opposite of that. Little dick energy."
The entire brothel burst out laughing. Devin is thoroughly embarrassed.
"Damn T," Kelly is laughing behind her, "Don't hurt him."
"I haven't even begun to make it hurt yet," Tara promises, crossing her arms across her chest, looking Devin directly in the eye, "He is free to leave whenever he wants."
When he looks between the two of them, "No. I mean it," Tara insists, "get the fuck out," nudging her head in the direction of the door.
Nero speaks up, "Kid, you may want to leave before she lets the pit-bull go."
Devin still didn't know which way was up, he was too afraid to move.
"That's me, motherfucker," Jax growled at him because the kid acted like he didn't understand that.
Nero, being the good guy he is, finally went over to Devin, picked him up and walked him to the door. "Don't come back here kid. If you see either of them anywhere, pretend like you don't."
"Good luck getting laid in this town again, motherfucker," Tara growled at him before he left.
"You white people are crazy," Marcus laughs, coming up, "I should've known Teller would have a bad bitch at his back."
Pulling Tara in even closer, "God damn right I do," kissing her head.
"Some punk ass white boy come up to me, said that kind of shit about my old lady to my face, we would be cleaning grey matter right now," Marcus admitted.
Shrugging his shoulders, "There are some unfamiliar people here, and a murder charge is a non-starter," laying his hand on his newest child, "But I might not be so forgiving if I see that bitch out in the wild."
Jackson Teller had a long memory when it comes to fucking with his woman, unintentionally or not.