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Little Toy Bikers and a Woman on the Run
Chapter 60 Girl
Jax discovered that new Tara was more like the old Tara. When Gemma confronted her and told her that she had deliberately told them of the baby's death before the baby's paternity because she wanted to hurt them, he didn't believe it.
He thought it was more likely that she had a certain way she was going to break the news and didn't think of any of the other possibilities. That was old Tara. When she got a plan in her head, she had trouble seeing any other options.
If Tara had been sincerely sorry, he would have been OK with her. It was the cold, mechanical doctor's attitude that mad him angry. Gemma might even be right; Tara wanted to hurt them both. Gemma and Tara never got along for very long. Usually Gemma was the one that started shit.
Tara wanted him to leave Charming and start a new life with her. She never got that they would be the same people just in another place. The problems they had weren't geographic.
He hadn't been as honest about why he wanted out of their relationship. He hadn't wanted to hurt her with the brutal truth; he wanted freedom. He was young and he wanted to date other girls, go out with the guys and party. He wanted to enjoy his youth. He was nineteen. That's what nineteen year-old guys wanted to do. He was also becoming deeply involved in the MC. He loved her, but he wasn't ready to settle down.
Tara wanted them to move in together. That had been the turning point in their relationship because he realized that their goals were different. She just couldn't see that they were too damned young for forever.
Jax and Clay had seen cat fights, but never between these two women. There was always this simmering tension between them. The fight might ease that, but if not, it was entertaining.
They weren't hurting each other. They were just shoving and slapping at each other. Jax had seen Gemma smack around crow-eaters she thought were getting a little too close to Clay. The difference was the crow-eaters knew if they fought back, they would be banished from the clubhouse.
Jax was torn between letting them keep fighting until they finished it and ending it before someone got badly hurt. Both women were breathing heavily, but they still had plenty of fight in them.
Suddenly, he got it. He saw what was important and it wasn't this fight between his mother and his ex-girlfriend.
"Stop it!" Jax shouted. "You are in a hospital in a room with a dead baby," Jax said pointing out the obvious, hoping they would understand that the dead baby was important and not their petty feud.
The two women moved apart, both panting from their fight.
"I should have known that damned baby wasn't Jax's. Teller men make boys not girls. I've always said that baby girls should be drowned at birth."
Jax had seen his mother toss the body of Bela into the rocking chair. He hadn't liked it. It may not be his kid, but it was still a baby that was never going to live another second.
"You have gone too far," Jax yelled at Gemma. His blue eyes flashed with anger. "A baby is still dead and that's a tragedy. How can you be so cold and so full of hate that you can say baby girls should be drowned at birth in a room with a dead baby girl in it? What kind of person even thinks that way?"
"Well it's Tara's fault," Gemma said pouting.
"No, you said the fucking words. It's your fucking fault."
"You bitch," Gemma said to Tara.
"I'm taking a few days to clear my head. Take a trip on my bike maybe. I don't care what the two of you do to each other," Jax said to Gemma and Tara. "Tear each other apart. I don't fucking care."
"OK, son," Clay said calmly. "Just let me know if you need anything."
"Thanks," Jax said.
He slapped Clay on the arm before storming from the room.
"See what you've done now," Gemma shouted at Tara.