Trying to crack his eyes open, Jeff shook his head to clear the cobwebs from his brain. It was cold. He had no clothes on. He could feel this layer of moisture all over his skin. He felt dirt under him. He tried to speak, but couldn't. He had duct tape over his mouth. He moved to stretch his arms, but couldn't, pain shooting through his body from his broken arm. His legs bound together as well.

He began to panic, his heart beating erratically in his chest. He looked around at his surroundings, stopping when he saw a tail gate of a van with someone leaning against it.

"It's about fucking time you woke up," Jackson Teller said, around a cigarette. He wore dark work overalls, with his hair tied back and black gloves on his hands, "I was afraid you'd miss all the fun."

He was having a nightmare. That was the only explanation Jeff had.

"What?" Jax cocked his head sideways at him, "You thought you'd die a quick death?" Jax chuckled at him.

"I know you came here looking for your brother," Jax said to him as he sat inside the open gate of the company van. He took a pull from his cigarette and blew the smoke into the night air.

Jeff couldn't do anything but just look up at him.

"You don't have to look anymore," Jax promised him. "That hole that you are in," he gestured towards Jeff, "That's where I burned and buried that sick fuck. He tried taking what was mine. HURT her. Did it out of his own twisted version of love, I guess," he continued as he pushed off the gate.

"But you," Jax jumped down into the hole with him, cigarette between his fingers. He lifted a cheek in a sinister smirk, "YOU," he emphasized pointing his finger at him, "YOU hurt MY old lady for fucking sport."

"For that," Jax took the last drag of his cigarette, put the burning butt out in the ground and stuck it in his pocket, "I'm gonna make you bleed."

Jeff began to move now. As much as he could anyway. He twisted and turned trying to break free of his binds, trying to scream for help behind his bound mouth.

"This is your own fault, you know," Jax pointed out. He slide his blade from the sheath he normally wore on his belt; it was lying next to him on the gate of the van. "I told you to get out of my town. To stay away from my wife," he jumped down into the pit and crouched down next to him.

"You remember that right? Because I thought I was pretty clear on the matter," he put his knife to Jeff's face, and slide it down his cheek, not breaking the layer of skin.

"Mmm hmm mmm hmm," Jeff mumbled frantically. He was desperately trying to reassure Jax he got the message. That he would leave town. That look he saw in Teller's eye was scaring the shit out of him. Or more accurately, piss.

"Nope. Too late now….." Jax insisted, shaking his head. "I gave you two warnings, didn't I?" he asked. "But you still stayed in town," he slide the blade along his cheek again hard enough to break the skin.

Jeff screamed in pain, thrashing erratically.

Jax chuckled at the sound, "Damn, that sounds like it hurts," he paused dramatically, "Although I hardly think you are in as much pain as my wife was when she saw you in the car next to her, and she ran the red light in fear for her life. Let me see what I can do about that," he said as he took a fist full of dirt and smeared it into Jeff's open wound.

Jeff howled in pain again.

Barking out a laugh at his pain, "I'm seriously having WAY too much fun with this." Christ. Maybe he had become a monster. Literally enjoying someone else's pain.

No. Fuck that shit. This fucker deserved every bit of what he got.

Thinking about all that Tara had gone through with Josh and now this fucker, it made him want to hurt him even more while he could feel it.

But he had a family to get home too. He wasn't going to let this family take any more time away from them.

"As much as I'd love to keep at this," Jax said laying the blade against Jeff's neck, "But I've got a family to get back to," and he dug the blade into the carotid vein along Jeff's throat. He watched as the blood began pouring out.

It was panic time now. Jeff went into complete hysterics as he could feel all the blood rushing and pumping out of his neck. He knew it wouldn't be long before he was completely out.

Jeff honestly never thought this would be his end. He didn't know how it would go down, but he didn't think it would be like this.

Jax hopped out of the hole and then turned around quickly to look down at Jeff, "Oh shit…" he said, and then began patting down his jumpsuit pockets. "I forgot something," he said before he dug into his pocket and pulled out a match book. Taking one of the slim and innocent looking sticks off the tab, he struck it against the lighting strip and watched the miniature fire blaze. He lit the rest of the book on fire, then tossed it at Jeff.

The pit blazed a lit. Smoke billowed out black and thick. Muffled screams filled the air. Jax tied his bandana around his nose and mouth to keep the foul order out.

Feeling his phone vibrate, he reached into his pocket and pulled it out.

"I love you, baby." Was the simple message that he received.

"Love you more. Be home in a few hours." He replied.

He needed to finish up and make sure this open door from their past was slammed and locked shut tight.