Tears sprang to Winsome's eyes, terrified by the look in Tara's eyes. Let alone the hand that was clamped around her throat. She looked to the faces that stood around her, none of them seeming to concerned about the situation. Except for Lyla and Nero, who looked like they may want to intervene but knew better than too.

She vaguely thought about lashing out at Tara. Hitting her in her steal healing abdomen.

Applying just a bit more pressure, Tara's grip became tighter and stepping forward a few steps, she forced Winsome against the wall.

"dokka," Winsome gasped out, her hand clutching at Tara's trying to somehow break the iron grip she had, "'pose heal…"

"When it comes to mine, you stupid gash," Tara gritted out ignoring the pain that shot through her body, "I will slit your fucking throat," she spit out, "Now I will give you one more chance to explain yourself before things become much more painful for you."

"He said it would be easy…" she gasped out.

"Who?" Jax demanded, stepping closer behind Tara.

A shrill cry from their newborn daughter was the only thing that broke them away from that moment.

"Babe," Jax spoke softly to her, "She's not going anywhere…." Jax motioned for Happy to come to them.

"My daughter needs my attention," Tara tilted her head to the side, arm still extended out, and her hand firmly around Winsome's throat. "My friend Happy is going to keep you company until we are done. You have plenty of time to get your story straight."

Tara released her grip on Winsome's throat. Winsome slumped against the wall she was pinned too, trying to catch her breath.

"Take her into Chapel. Make sure she doesn't move an inch," Jax instructed, staring daggers at her.

"I will," Happy growled, coming up to her and grabbing her by the upper arm. She stumbled at his side, her body wracked with nervous tremors.

Tara stood tall and strong in front of Jax until Winsome was gone, then slumped against Jax chest when she was out of sight. That was his wife. Strong and unshakeable in front of the 'enemy'.

"I got ya," he promised her softly, wrapping his strong arm around her. His daughter let out another hungry more forceful wail from the other side of the door. "Come on," he urged, helping her back into their room.

"I can walk by myself," she insisted weakly, but still leaning heavily against him.

"I know," but he still held firm to her. He led her to their bed, and positioned the pillows so she could lean back against the head board, "But still, you just got out of the hospital after having several major surgeries."

"We need to find out why she was in here, who told her what would 'be easy', and what she knows," she slowly and cautiously pulled the t-shirt she wore over her head. She looked over to the full size bed that held their 2 sleeping boys. She smiled softly at them. They could sleep through a freight –train at times. But in this situation that was not a bad thing.

"We will," he promised, bending down into Samantha's bassinet and carefully picking her up. "Shhhh… Hey beautiful girl. Momma's getting ready to feed you," he cradled her against his chest, rocking her gently. Her little arms flailing and finding a target. Her little fingers found his beard, as usual, tugging. He smiled proudly down at her, "Let's get you changed, huh?" He laid her down on the foot of their bed

Tara watched on lovingly as her big bad ass husband took such gentle and loving care of their daughter. She had the Boppy pillow laid across her legs, as she waited for them. She looked down at the bandage that still covered her swollen post-surgery, post-birth abdomen and realized she really was in some pain. After she was done feeding Sammie, she would have to take some pain medication.

They would find out what that whore knew, but right now their family needed to be taken care of.