Looking inside the closed fence, Jeff Kohn could see that the Teller Morrow parking lot was dark and fairly empty, with only a handful of bikes and cars. Taking a quick look around him, he made sure no one was around up and down the street. When he was satisfied it was clear, he pushed the sliding gate as much as he could so he could squeeze through it. He felt the gun he had tucked in the back of his jeans press against his back at the snug fit between the gate posts.

Winsome called him at about 3 in the afternoon saying that she heard Jax and the other club members say that the danger they feared would come to their families was now nonexistent. That the 'lock down' had been lifted and that everyone would be free to go back to their lives. But she's also heard Tara say that she was still worried and didn't feel it was safe to go back to their home.

She said that Jax seemed like he was over the whole drama of it all, telling Tara, "Fine, whatever, stay here locked away like the scared little girl you've always been. But don't expect me to join you. I've got plenty of people who'd love to keep me occupied."

"Jackson," Winsome said she sobbed, "I thought you loved me."

Jeff smiled at the information. Sounded like Miss Tara was even losing her biggest ally, the wanna-be-badass Teller.

Winsome told him that the club would roll out after 9 pm and that he needed to stay out of sight until then if his plan was to succeed.

"Thanks doll," Jeff said, "When this is over you and me are going somewhere real special…" he promised.

He crept along the side of the club house wall, peeking his head around the corner seeing a fire pit and several picnic table set up outside under the pavilion. Still seeing no one and hearing nothing, he crept slowly over to the clubhouse door and pushed on it. He grinned when the door opened right up, no lock holding it closed. It did creak a little when it opened but he stood still to make sure no one heard it and that there was still no one around.

Satisfied he was alone, he crept along the very dark bar room floor, towards the faint sound of lullaby music and the dim light that crept under one of the rooms in the back. He smiled at the thought of Miss Tara being alone in that room with no one to protect and save her. Reaching behind his back to withdraw the gun from its spot tucked into the waist of his jeans, his arm was suddenly wretched back by a much stronger force.

"You really are a stupid motherfucker, aren't you?" Jax growled at him, then twisted his arm behind his back a little more and higher.

"Ahhhh," Jeff yelped in pain.

"Awww I'm sorry, does that hurt?" he fauxed sympathy, the corner of his mouth lifting up in sinister grin, "Then this is gonna hurt like a bitch," Jax said before he applied enough force to finally snap the humerus bone and to dislocate his shoulder at the same time, "But then again, you already being a little bitch should be used to it."

"AHHH AHHH STOP STOP!" he begged, as Jax dropped his now useless arm and removed the gun he had in the back of his jeans.

"Damn! That has to hurt," Tara said as she walked out from their room, a smug smile on her face looking at Jeff's now deformed arm. She looked at the gun Jax was unloading, "Did you plan to use that lil' ole' thing on me?" She feigned an innocent southern belle accent.

"I think he did," Jax said, not leaving Jeff's side just in case he decided to do something stupid with what limited resources he had left.

"Hmmm," Tara said tapping her index finger against her chin as if she was trying to recall something, "I seem to recall the last time someone tried using a gun against me, it didn't end well for them. Or any of them, I should say," because several people had tried to use a gun against her and it didn't end well for any of them.

"It never has, has it?" Jax answered in reply.

"I think one of them was a Kohn too, wasn't it?" She asked.

"What did you do to my brother you stupid bitch?!" Jeff found a little strength and barked out at her.

Tara walked closer to him, the fear she had before pushed down deep. That fear of just his face and voice nearly crippled her before. But not now. "Let me just have a look…" she said as she grabbed a hold of the part of his arm that was now deformed and black and blue and manipulated it a little in the wrong direction.

The scream of pain that he let out made Tara chuckle in a depraved way, "I defended myself when your brother stalked me and tried to RAPE me in my own home!"

That night flashed before her eyes. Jax could see she was shaken and he didn't want her to have to deal with this man or his psychotic family anymore.

As they always did, their eyes meet of their own accord. Jax nodded his head at her and she agreed, nodding in return.

"I'm tired of dealing with you," Tara brushed him off, "When you get to hell, tell your brother I said, 'fuck you, asshole.'" And she watched as Jax wrapped his massive arm around Jeff's neck and began to squeeze and flex around his neck like a boa constrictor.

Jeff struggled against him, trying fruitlessly to pry Jax's arm loose from around his neck with only one hand. He thrashed and kicked well he tried to break the hold. Jax held him steady, the weight shifting because of the thrashing only making him squeeze harder. Unlike Jeff, Jax had been in many no holds barred, free for all fights in and out of prison, so he had practice in rendering someone unconscious with these holds.

After a few more seconds, Jeff went limp and Jax dropped him to the ground.

He walked over to Tara, cupping her face in his hands, "Your okay?"

She smiled up at him, "Yeah, I'm okay," she said.

"Even after…." He began worried about her reaction to seeing what he just did. She'd seen him to do some terrible things to people, shoot people in the head, beating someone into unconsciousness, dismembering dead bodies. But for some reason she had learned to separate the two. Especially since some of what he had done was to protect her.

"Baby, stop…" she demanded, taken his face in both of her hands. Then she kissed him chastely, "I love you. I know who you are. I know the 'dirty' side of you. And I love them all, okay?"

Biting his lower lip, he nodded his head 'yes' in agreement.

"Good. Now let's hog tie this piece of shit, and you go dump and gut him where ever you put his brother. Then come back home to me so we can get past this shit."