Crossing the threshold of the brothel, Jax held Tara's hand firmly in his. He hadn't been back to this place since that day. The day that he had almost lost her completely. He was happy that she allowed him to hold her hand here. It told him how far they have come in the hell of a year that had been their lives.

She shuddered at the sights around her, lingerie clad woman. Older, more 'distinguished' men pawing at them. The last time she was here, her mind was focused on one thing. Finding her husband, trying to make things right between them, to explain what was going on.

She heard the gasps and whispers around her. She smiled smugly, even a year after her one and only appearance here, these bitches still knew who she was. They knew who her man was. She heard giggling, so she looked behind her seeing the other Club members snuggling up to a few of the girls who jumped on them when they saw them appear behind Jax and Tara.

Walking past the stairwell, Tara looked up at it, glad he wasn't leading her that way. She didn't know if she could go into that same room again. She, they, had moved past that point emotionally, but that didn't mean she wanted to be in that room again. But that begged the question, how did Jax know where he was going? "Jax?" she asked him softly.

"The office is down this hall," he explained quietly, "or it was anyway. I doubt they changed the floor plan in the last year," keeping his voice down and his eyes moving. He didn't mean it to sound snarky, but he was just a bit tense about being here. It was just business now, but not a business he had dealt with in the last year. He turned that over to Bobby and Opie. But the clientele who came here wouldn't have changed. The people, the men, who came here were not the nicest, most respectful people. They could be downright fucking assholes who just wanted a quick fuck from a woman they couldn't get any other way than by paying for them.

Moving down, or more accurately, being dragged down the hall quickly, Tara gasped, startled when someone grabbed ahold of her free hand, her medical bag hanging from her arm and began being tugged back in the opposite direction.

"You have fantastic taste in women Teller," the drunken, slimy-looking man slurred, "Can we share her too?" He was shirtless. His hairy sweaty chest and barrel-like belly hanging over his undone dress slacks. He cocked his lip up in a chilling smirk as he tried pulling Tara towards him.

Before Tara could pull her arm away from the man, Jax had the man laid out on the floor, Jax hitting him in the face with such force the letters SO NS were already visible on his cheek. "You," Jax had his knife pulled out from the sheath on his side and had it laying near the man's throat, "picked the wrong fucking day to fuck with me Orlando."

Orlando was gasping in shock, "I was just messin' with her, man," he swore in his own defense, his hands out in surrender.

Just because he had had enough of people messing with his wife all fucking day, Jax slide the blade along the man's neck. Not enough to kill him but enough to let him know that Jax meant fucking business, "Now I'm messin' with you!" Jax smirked down at the horror on Orlando's face, "That is my goddamn wife! She is MINE! Comprende amigo?"

Orlando nodded his head vigorously. He didn't know what made him do it. He just saw Teller's blonde hair and leather vest and thought it would be funny to mess with him. He hadn't seen him around in nearly a year. He thought maybe he was bringing in a new girl to help the brothel make the club more money. Apparently he was very wrong. He didn't know Teller was married, least of all to someone who looked like this chick. In their line of work, not many of the guys were married, let alone bringing their wives to this place, or visiting it recreationally.

"Now apologize, MEAN IT," he stressed, leaning closer to the Orlando's face, his deadly blue eyes blazing with what Orlando quickly realized was fury, "then get your fat ass dressed and clear the fuck out," he dug the knife in a tad bit more, his head tilting to the side, "You got me, Orlando?"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he begged, looking past Jax to Tara who stood back, the bag she carried now leaning against the wall.

"I accept," she said sincerely, "Jax, let him up," she bent down to touch his shoulder lightly.

Tara was not sure what was going on that day, why people had been messing with her all day, but she herself was getting pretty tired of it. And she was also getting very aroused. She's read the magazine articles explaining woman's attraction to the dangerous, bad boy type, and she could agree with some of it. Some days she did want to change Jax from the dangerous outlaw he was to the family man he was becoming. She did long to have had a better relationship with her father. She did want to see the big, beautiful world that was outside of Charming, California.

But it was also sexy as hell knowing that her man would, could and had done everything in his power to keep her safe. It was one thing to hear a man threaten someone with an 'I will kill you', but it is something else entirely to see your man literally kill someone for hurting you, or to hurt them for being rude to you.

Jax made her feel loved, wanted and safe. Sure they had their problems, but he was hers. She was his. He had proven that to her repeatedly over the course of their lives together.

Jax stood up and walked backwards from the man, Tara reaching for his arm to pull him to her. Orlando scrambled to button his pants and ran to the front door, not even bothering to find the rest of his clothes.

Looking around the first level of the house, they just now noticed everyone had stopped and was staring at them in shock, "If any of you other horny mother-fuckers want to fuck with me or my wife today, bring it. I won't guarantee you'll walk outta here on your own," he warned, still holding his knife, he held it flat out in front of him his arm arc out slowly in a 180 degree radius, daring anyone to step to him.

Finally Tig and Happy came up to them, half naked, "You okay brother?" Tig was wearing the same pink robe that he must have had stored here somewhere. Tara looked briefly at Happy's chest. She had no idea he had so many tattoos.

Tensing his jaw, he nodded his head 'yes', as Tara guided his face down to hers again both of her hands wrapped around his head. He sighed out loudly as he leaned his forehead against hers, his arms moving to wrap around her shoulders.

"Is there a full moon tonight or something? Shit…" he sighed.

"Maybe it's the pregnancy glow bringing all the crazies out," she chuckled, her arms going around his waist.

He snorted, pulling her tighter into him, burying his face into her delicate neck.

"Even though, for some reason, I've found all of these little incidents VERY arousing," she admitted, "you've got to calm down. People are going to be assholes to me as they are to any other woman or person. Is it because I'm pregnant?"

Sighing, "Shit if I know, maybe," he was trying to calm himself down. These assholes were really starting to piss him off.

"I did manage to be pregnant and take care of a 1 year old before, you know," she reminded him, "Well not entirely on my own…." They didn't really speak about his mother, Gemma.

"Well I am here and am going to stay here," he reminded her.

"I know, but you can't be with me protecting me and threatening them wherever I go."

"Sure I can," Jax said stubbornly, "I'd be like your own personal body guard."

"You already are, baby," she assured him.

He snorted again, then she pulled back so she could kiss him.

"I love you, Tara," he whispered, "If I can stop someone from hurting you, you know I will."

"I know, baby. I know," she pecked his lips again, "I love you too," she assured him.

They stood silent together, clinging to each other, in the midst of the chaos that was a whorehouse/brothel.

"Did you just say that me hurting or threatening someone got you all hot and bothered?" Jax suddenly asks, a cheeky grin crossing his face.

"We did get married in a brothel well you were wanted for murder…" she trailed off.

"Ah ha, so the truth finally comes out," he jokes, "You don't just want me for my body, pretty looks or my Harley. You're only with me for badassedness," his eyes light up. "You love me because I would literally kill for you."

"Damn," she snapped her fingers in defeat, "You finally found me out after almost 20 years. I thought you would've realized that sooner…"