Chapter 16 No Rest For The Weary

Chapter 16

I do not own SOA or Twilight. A/N Chibs Telford’s origin story is of my own making, not canon. 

“Easy there, darlin’.”

Ava drew back a breath of relief and lowered her gun. Her husband walked on over as she was kicked back in the tub.

“I wasn’t expecting you until later tonight.”

He didn’t comment as he got undressed and joined her. Chibs pulled her into his arms and kissed along her shoulder.

“Long day?” He questioned with a gesture towards the gun she had lying beside the tub.

“Can never be too careful…”

He nodded and looked to be in thought.

“And your day?”

“Eh… it was a day.” He murmured with a shrug.

Ava nodded in response and ran her fingers along the crow and swan tat on his chest. Chibs leaned into the palm of her hand and closed his eyes.

“Looks like we got a lot ta talk aboot…”

“You could say that…”

“Ye remember that deal I told ye we had goin’?”

“You’ll have to be more precise.”

“With the Irish…””

Ava nodded.

“Well I never went inta full detail. But I think it’s time ye knew what we’re gettin’ ourselves inta.”

Chibs drew back a breath and went on to tell her all about the gun cartel and how it was ran. He did this with JT’s words in mind. There was a mention about the old ladies in his manuscripts. Either you told them everything or nothing. That’s the only way an old lady survives. When it came to Fi it was about half and half and he’d be damned if he made that same mistake again. And he wasn’t about to leave Ava in the dark, not after everything they’d been through. Besides, she was in the need to know. This was going to be one of the most trying of times and not just in the sense of SAMCRO but their marriage as well. He hadn’t any doubt that the IRA would go above and beyond to make certain they stayed in the cartel. If that happened… Chibs would have no choice but to find a replacement for the Irish – another words someone that would take SAMCRO’s place. Which would be not be easy – easy in the sense of this NOT backfiring on the Sons. They needed a clean break and Chibs would get that one way or another. Ava had this rather ill expression once he finished explaining everything.

“But the boys agreed?”

“Aye… Surprisingly, with no issues, whatsoever.”

“So you were expecting a little hell?”

He nodded in response. Ava came to her feet and grabbed a nearby towel that was hanging on the wall. He watched as she stepped on out and dried off.

“So we’re dealing with the Irish Mafia…?!”

Chibs raised his brows on this.

“In a way…”

“Well that’s somewhat terrifying…” She said as she leaned against the bathroom counter and lit a cigarette.

“All the more reason, darlin’…” He hinted.

“And if you can’t get out of this…”

“We will…” He said with full on determination.

Ava nodded but looked to be in thought as she took a long drag off that cigarette. Chibs dunked himself beneath the surface. When he came up he went on to scrub himself down.

IRA… As in you’d be dealing with Jimmy O’…” She murmured and he nodded looking somewhat impressed that she even remembered that.

“Are you sure you’re ready for all that?” She grimaced realizing how that sounded.

Ava shook her head.

“What I mean is how are you going to deal with that?”

“Whatever Jimmy and I have… has ta remain personal, at least fur now. I can’t allow that shite inta the club. It doesn’t belong there, just as it doesn’t belong in our marriage. Jimmy and I have a score ta settle and it’s been a long time comin’. But it stays between us, right where it belongs.”

“And if he doesn’t see it that way?”

“I won’t give him much choice.”

Chibs took notice of the doubtful look in his wife’s face.

“Ava, I need ye ta trust that I’m not gonna lash out the moment I see him and fuck everythin’ up. Now he’s gotta pay fur what he’s done but we got other business first. I’ll deal with Jimmy when the time is right.”

“You do that and you’ll end up on his family’s hit list. You said so yourself, back in Forks!”

Chibs nodded and went on to drain the tub. He came to his feet and grabbed the other towel.

“So that’s how this is going to play out? You end this deal with the Irish. Then you go after Jimmy. Once that’s done, the IRA and his family come after you…”

“This comin’ from the one woman that told me I should’ve found a way ta end Jimmy, a long time ago. Remember that shite?!”

“And I stand by that.”

“Then what’s this aboot?!”

“I think we both know…”

Chibs finished drying off then wrapped the towel around his waist. He walked on over and took a drag off her cigarette.

“And I made ye a promise…” He hinted as he handed the cigarette back. He knew where she was going with this.

“That might be one you can’t keep. I remember what you said about those guys. They were the only thing standing in the way of getting back at Jimmy and getting your wife and daughter back.”

“Aye, things are different now.”

“How so?”

“They’re on our turf now… Meanin’ this time everythin’ goes by OUR rules. It’s time that Jimmy O’ got a taste of his own medicine.”

Ava put her cigarette out then emptied the ashtray into the trashcan. Chibs took the ashtray from her hold then set it on the counter. He grabbed ahold of her and pulled her towards him.

“If I wasn’t countin’ on gettin’ this shite handled I wouldn’t suggest what I’m aboot ta.”

“That being?”

Chibs lifted her up on the counter then pressed himself against her.

“I thought we could see about havin’ that baby, after we got this ordeal with the Irish behind us.”

“You mean…”

“Aye, if that’s what ye want.”

“Filip…” She murmured as if somewhat hesitant.

“Is that not what ye want?”

“It’s not me I’m worried about.”

He tilted his head in question.

“Come on, Filip… You couldn’t get out of here fast enough and you never came home last night. Even now… You’ve got this awkward vibe about you; like you’re aching to get out the door again. So what is it? The house? The marriage itself, or me?! I’m grasping at straws over here. So please, just let me in and tell me what it is!”

Chibs sighed and took a couple steps back.

“Ye didn’t do anythin’. Now the house… It wasn’t somethin’ I expected.”

Ava lowered her head and let out a miserable laugh.

“You hate it…,” she whispered in defeat.

He couldn’t help but to find that rather adorable. His sweet Ava… She hated the mere idea of disappointing him. When she hadn’t a clue…

“Far from it…”

She lifted her head and he gave a simple nod.

“Ava darlin’, the house is perfect and ye should know better than ta question our marriage.”

“But you seem…”

“Seem…?”

“So miserable.”

Chibs reached over and caressed her cheek.

“What yer seein’ hasn’t anythin’ ta do with us, or this house. It’s of my own makin’ and somethin’ I need ta come inta terms with.” He drew back a breath.

“Ye were right…”

“About?”

“That closure ye mentioned. I didn’t realize I was still holdin’ onta some of that.”

“You mean as in Fiona and Kerrianne?”

“Aye…” He said and Ava grimaced.

“I was afraid of that…”

The way she said this had him rather alarmed.

“We rushed into all this, didn’t we?”

“Rushed?!”

“You should’ve taken that route, before we even thought about getting married. And now here we are… Just as I thought.”

“And what is that?”

“You’re having regrets, second thoughts even…”

“Hm. Now if I was havin’ any of that nonsense why would I go and talk aboot knockin’ ye up?!”

“Hell if I know. Maybe you think a baby will fix everything?”

Chibs couldn’t help but to laugh. Ava’s entire face flushed over and she hopped on down. She stormed out of the room and Chibs had to cover his mouth in order to keep the laughter at bay, as he followed.

“I’m glad you find this so humorous!”

“Aye…”

Ava cursed under her breath and went on to get dressed. Chibs leaned against the wall and merely observed.

“A baby?! Out of the question!”

That laughter came to an immediate halt as the Scot took offense. That was until he took notice of her trembling hands and saw that she was on the verge of tears.

“Hey…” He called with concern.

Ava kept her back to him as she finished getting dressed and stepped into her boots.

“My father thought he could fix everything by doing that very thing. He thought my mother could somehow endure the small town life, if she had someone to take care of. If anything, that only pushed her further out the door. And no offense, but it sounds as if you and Fiona took that same route. Now I love you and I want us to have children, but not like this.”

“Yer wrong, lass.”

Ava cranked her head his direction.

“About us, me and Fi… Fi and I… Well we never talked about havin’ children. Kerrianne hit us out of the blue. As fur yer mother and father… I’m sorry shite went down like that. But ye gotta quit comparin’ us ta everyone else. We’re different and ye know it. Yer the only woman I’ve ever discussed havin’ children with. I married Fi because she was already with child. Not that I didn’t plan on marryin’ her, but it amped things up a bit. Fiona wasn’t quite ready fur all that and she was more than willin’ ta let me know it but AFTER we took that plunge. I suppose that was her reason fur bein’ so bitter about certain things and not bein’ the mother I’d hoped she’d be. Now those days are long gone… This is aboot you and me now. And that’s what we need ta focus on. I say this not just fur yer but my sake. My rushin’ out the door hadn’t anythin’ ta do with ye but Kerrianne and how I failed her. Those are mistakes I don’t want ta make again. That’s the reason behind me not comin’ home last night. I was at the church, thinkin’ a few things over.”

“So it wasn’t something I did…?”

“Nah… Just like ye, I have a lot goin’ on, Ava. It makes it hard ta focus. But I never meant ta make ye think it had anythin’ ta do with ye.”

“So I went all bitch mode for no reason?!”

“Aye now… I thought that was the norm fur when yer hitched.”

“Maybe for you…” Ava taunted with a snide grin.

Chibs raised his brows on this.

“Now what did I say aboot that?”

Ava shrugged but with this challenging mien about her. Chibs nodded and made his way over. He backed her up against the bed then leaned into her ear.

“Don’t make me bend ye over and knock yer arse up now, just ta prove a point.”

Ava’s cell phone rang and she pivoted about then crawled amongst the bed in order to answer it. She let out a bit of a yelp as she answered. This had her snapping her head Chibs’s direction. He wiggled his brows and gave her another pop on the ass.

“Hello?” She called once again but behind a giggle.

When they wouldn’t answer she looked to the ‘unknown’ number and shrugged before hanging up.

“Who was it?”

“Number read as unknown, probably wrong number or a telemarketer…”

“Ye alright?” Chibs questioned as he stepped into a pair of jeans.

Ava nodded as she was fanning herself.

“Just a little hot.” She murmured and Chibs pulled the string to the ceiling fan.

“Better?” He asked after getting dressed.

“Much…” She said with her eyes closed.

“Give me a minute and I’ll start supper.”

“Why don’t ye let me take care of that? Yer not lookin’ so great.”

“Oh gee, thanks!”

Chibs shook his head and went to smart off in return only he reared back seeing as how Ava was sound asleep. He narrowed his eyes and put a hand along her forehead. He shrugged as she wasn’t running a fever. He pecked her on the lips then went on to get dinner started.


“Something smells good.” Chibs heard as Ava entered the kitchen.

He nodded and handed her a beer from the fridge.

“What is that?”

“An old recipe of me ma’s.”

“You had a mother?!” Ava teased and Chibs smiled.

“Shockin’ ain’t it?” He murmured and placed a forkful of something in her mouth.

“Oh wow…” She said after chewing and swallowing.

“That’s pretty good.”

“Got some neeps and tatties warmin’ in the oven.”

“You went all out…”

Ava narrowed her eyes however and took another sip off her beer.

“Please tell me I didn’t eat what I think I just did…”

“And what do ye think it is?”

“Haggis.”

Chibs cocked a brow but didn’t comment.

“Chibs…”

“Hm?” He hummed as he was setting the table.

“Did you just feed an American woman Haggis?!”

“Yeah…” He said with a shrug.

“It’s meat and ye said ye liked it!”

“That’s so gross.” She mumbled looking a little green.

“Aye now… Sit yer arse down and quit bein’ a pansy.”

“I’m not a pansy…” She muttered in a childlike manner.

He sat beside her and shook his head as she was poking at her food with her fork.

“Ava…”He scolded and she frowned.

“21 or 12?” He ridiculed.

“Depends… Which one gets me out of eating this?”

“Neither, so chow down and do it with a pretty little smile. When yer done ye can thank me properly.”

“Highly unlikely.” She murmured and went to stabbing at her food.

He reached over stopping her.

“Ava… Darlin’… It’s already dead. Just fuckin’ eat it.”

Fine…” She grumbled and stuffed a forkful into her mouth.

Chibs didn’t say a word on it but took notice of the way she cleaned her plate. Once she finished, she leaned back with this pouty presence about her.

“Yer somethin’ else, ye know that?”

Me?!”

“Oh yeah… Ye bitched the entire time. Yet ye went and cleaned yer plate!”

Ava covered her mouth stifling a giggle.

“Pain in me arse…” He muttered and chewed his food, somewhat bitterly.

She said nothing as she came to her feet and cleared the table off. She rinsed off the dishes then loaded them into the dishwasher. Chibs shook his head and popped a cigarette into his mouth. Once she finished with the she made her way back and crawled into his lap. He raised his brows as her lips locked with his. He put his cigarette out as the kissing grew more intense. The Scot swallowed back however as she had her fingers intertwined in his hair and her forehead rested against his.

“Thank you…” She whispered but with a cracking voice.

“For everything.” She added with full on sincerity.

“Ava…”

“Please, just let me finish. It was never my intention to get you involved. The entire drive… I kept telling myself – No matter what he says or does, you stick to the plan, get the hell out of dodge. Don’t you even THINK about getting him involved. I was already prepared for a lifetime of solitude. If you hadn’t been just as stubborn, there’s no telling where I’d be right now. But I’m here… In Charming, living what I never deemed possible. And I can admit now… When I first saw you what that woman, I thought you had forgotten all about me.”

Chibs recoiled and wrapped his arms around her.

Never. Look at me, lass.”

He wiped her tears with this thumbs.

“Now don’t ye go and take offense ta what I say. Cause I know how it’s gonna sound, but it is what it is… All of that fuckin’… Was just my way of tryin’ ta get ye out of my head.”

Ava grimaced and he sighed.

“Ye haven’t a clue. I used ta hop on that bike and head right on out of Charming, with every intention of showin’ up in Forks and takin’ off with ye. I didn’t care aboot the life ye had goin’. I knew what I wanted and at the time that’s all that mattered ta me. But I’d get a couple states out and end up turnin’ right back around knowin’ I couldn’t do that ta ye. So yeah, I did whatever I could ta get ye out of my mind, love. Fat lot of good that did… I keep tellin’ ye… Yer a god damn pain in me arse and I don’t think ye quite get what I mean by that. Everythin’ I do whether yer around, or not. Yer on my fuckin’ mind and ye don’t get just how much of a pain that is when yer out ta get laid and only one woman pops inta yer head.”

Chibs shook his head and sort of laughed.

“What?” Ava questioned as he was actually blushing.

“Got myself inta a heap of trouble over that one, lass.”

She reared back as Chibs unbuttoned his shirt and lowered the sleeve. She’d seen that scar before but hadn’t a clue on how he’d gotten it. It was about an inch wide and on his shoulder.

“Damn woman cut me open, cause I done hollered out the wrong name when I came.”

Ava’s jaw dropped and Chibs chuckled.

“Aye… So don’t ye ever doubt yerself on that one. That scar’s a constant reminder of gettin’ some pussy but not the one I wanted. That’s what I meant by don’t take offense. I know how it sounds, darlin’. But ye were the only one that came ta mind.”

Ava blushed once she caught on and he nodded.

“Now ye know what I mean by not wantin’ ta fuck this up. I got what I want, right here.” He bucked off the seat a bit and moved her about him, just enough to prove his point.

“Like ye… I hate how it came aboot. But part of me always knew that if I was ever given a second chance, I’d never let ye go. If that meant killin’ off a bunch of lowlife agents or havin’ ta watch after ye from afar then so be it. I’d walk through hell and back before lettin’ you out of my life again.” Chibs cleared his throat and looked to be in thought.

“How are ye doin’ with all that by the way?” He hinted.

“You mean the crimson wedding?”

He nodded.

“Relieved.”

“Relieved?” He questioned in mere curiosity.

“I know… I should be a mess, right? I took how many lives? But that’s just it… I don’t feel an ounce of remorse. If anything… It’s like I can hold my head up higher. I stood there amongst my husband and new family and we took those fuckers down, as a whole. So how dark is that shit? Time for that psychologist, yet?”

Chibs couldn’t help but to smile. But behind that smile was a touch of apprehension. That apprehension… having to do with not wanting his sweet little swan completely erased. Not that he didn’t love this bad girl side; it was a major turn on. But death certificate or not, he never wanted Bella Swan to die.

“Well I guess I know what I’m gettin’ ye for Christmas.”

“Christmas?!” She asked in slight confusion.

“Aye… A new gun – Telford style.”

Ava laughed but locked her arms around his neck. She rested her head against his shoulder and they talked a little more about the wedding and what took place afterward. Ava told him about her conversation with Wayne. Everything, aside from the evidence he had against Hale and the deal between her and Wayne. She figured it best if Chibs had a clearer head, considering he was in the midst of dealing with the Irish. She knew he couldn’t afford any distractions. It was bad enough… knowing this wasn’t completely over. But with Toric out of the picture, she could do a more thorough investigation and take her time gathering whatever evidence she needed. The way she saw it? Chibs was president now and he had a job to do. He couldn’t spend every waking moment worrying about her and what she was up to. Besides, this was something SHE needed to take care of and put an end to, once and for all. However, she hadn’t any plans of keeping anything from him. She’d tell him everything, once the timing was right.

But like she… Chibs was holding something back as well. He hadn’t come clean about Juice yet. But he didn’t see the point in telling her now. Chibs wanted his wife to trust the boys and know that she was safe now. Throwing in the truth behind Juice and after what Clay and Tig pulled… He couldn’t stomach the mere idea. Not after praising Juice the way he had back in Forks. Part of him took it as a personal failure, losing Juice to Clay. Where had he gone wrong? And wrong to the point of having someone he’d take a bullet for betray someone he’d take a million for. There were only two he felt that way about… His wife and Jackson Teller. He’d do anything those two. And though he would die for any of his brothers, it just wasn’t the same. There was a connection that no one could touch. In Chibs’s mind… Jax was his. Part of him wondered if he was somehow channeling JT. First Jax? And now this whole ordeal with the manuscripts and the cartel itself. Chibs couldn’t explain it, even to himself. But he couldn’t help but to wonder if this was all JT’s doing. Had he found a way to keep his legacy alive and through Chibs Telford, nevertheless? Either way… He wasn’t about to let him down.


Chibs reared back as he entered the living room. His wife was sitting on the couch with her ex’s head on the coffee table. She had a yellow memo pad in hand and looked to be taking notes.

“Do I even wanna know?”

Ava lifted her eyes but continued in her notes.

“You know what I don’t get…?”

“Not sure where yer goin’ with this, lass, but you should know that he clashes with the décor we got goin’. If ye went with the seventies instead, ye could’ve used him as a disco ball in the dinin’ room.”

“Funny.”

Chibs nodded and plopped down beside her.

“And what is it ye don’t get, mo ghaol?”

“How those agents could take down a room of vampires but turned into little bitches when it came to us?”

“I’ve been wonderin’ that same thing myself.” The Scot admitted.

“And that’s another thing… If vampires can be put back together… then why isn’t he talking, blinking, something?”

Chibs frowned in thought.

“I’m okay with him not doin’ that shite.”

Ava snorted on this.

“You and me both.”

“Hm… Think we can put the disco ball away and pretend ta be somewhat normal fur a bit?”

“Now THAT was funny.”

Chibs nodded and grabbed the duffle bag. He stuffed the head along with Ava’s notes inside. He zipped it shut then tossed it onto the floor.

“Ye know some married folks actually do this thing known as cuddlin’ and watchin’ TV tagether.”

“You don’t say…”

“Aye…” He said as he picked up the remote.

“I can’t even remember the last time I actually sat and watched TV.”

“That’s because ye prefer readin’.”

Ava looked over as Chibs was scrollin’ through the channels.

“Anythin’ from Jane Austen, ta Shakespeare, ta Edgar Allan Poe.”

Chibs leaned back and looked to be in thought.

“Never pegged ye for an Poe fan… But I gotta admit. Never Bet The Devil Your Head was one of my favs back in the day.”

This had Ava looking to her husband in downright shock. Chibs caught wind of this and smiled.

I don’t care who the devil he is.” Chibs quoted.

“You and I have a lot in common, more than ye ever realized, darlin’. I suppose that’s one of the things that drew me ta ye. I remember thinkin’ if only she was 10 ta 15 years older…” He shook his head and sort of laughed.

“Out of all the Poe stories that’s your go to?” Ava taunted with a grin.

“Aye… Somethin’ aboot it…” he murmured with a shrug.

“It called ta me even more after what went down in Ireland.”

Ava recoiled and Chibs wrapped his arm around her.

“Aye now I still have me head.”

“Ugh… Don’t even say that shit.”

Chibs continued in his channel search and Ava popped him on the arm as he stopped on a sex scene between two women.

“Hey now this is art, love.”

“Sure it is.”

“Aye…”

He turned up the volume and this had Ava shooting him daggers.

“Just givin’ ye a taste of what Cara Cara will be like.” He taunted with a grin.

“Not helping…”

“Well, will ye look at that?! She likes a good spankin’ too!”

Chibs laughed as she reached over and jerked the remote from his hold. He popped her on the rear as she changed the channel.

“What’s this?” He asked as she had it on an old black and white movie.

“Casablanca.”

“Nah… we’re not watchin’ that shite.”

“Well we’re not watchin’ two girls go at it either.”

“Why not?”

“Do you want to watch a couple men go at it?”

“Well that all depends, Ava darlin’. What do they look like and do they got some nice lady arses?”

“You got problems.”

Chibs nodded in agreement. He snatched the remote from her hold then cut off the TV. He tossed it onto the coffee table afterward.

“I’d rather watch ye…” He murmured as he took her hand into his own and kissed it.

“Oh so now who’s sucking up…”

The Scot shook his head in disagreement and kicked back on the couch. He brought her against him and placed a strand of hair behind her ear.

“Call it whatever ye want. Ye haven’t a clue… I could watch ye all fuckin’ day.”

Chibs lowered the sleeve to her blouse and kissed along her bare shoulder.

“Hmmm.” He hummed as he breathed her in.

At the moment it wasn’t so much about sex. He just wanted to hold her like he used to back in Forks. He couldn’t help but to think about all the times she had him blue ballin’. And that was quite a bit, especially towards the end of their relationship. They were making out pretty heavily about that time. But he’d be damned if he took her v-card knowing he wasn’t sticking around. Chibs was a lot of things, but he wasn’t a complete dick. He was amazed she’d stayed a virgin as long as she had. Ava curled up against his chest and Chibs held her even tighter.

“Chibs?”

“Hm?”

“What were your parents like?”

“Ye already know me da was a drunken mess. What else is there ta know, lass?”

“You’re my husband doesn’t that give me some sort of grounds?”

“Grounds?” He scoffed in a teasing manner.

“Chibs…”

“Ye really want ta know aboot all that shite?”

“Well… yeah. I want to know everything about you.”

And there she was… His sweet little swan. He ran a soothing hand along her back and thought on how to answer that exactly. Sure, he’d opened up about Fiona and Kerrianne, but refrained when it came to his mother and father. It wasn’t a story for the faint of heart. Then again… this was Ava and she’d been through just as much, if not more.

“Well ye already know I was raised Catholic. In fact, me ma lived and breathed it. It’s all she knew. So much so, that I rather resented the practice at times. There were only so many Hail Marys and confessions I could take. Now me da… Never stepped foot in that church. He was a drunkard that took a likin’ ta smackin me and me ma around. And he hadn’t any qualms about fuckin’ around either. When he’d get caught he’d put the blame on my mother. Tellin’ her things like how mind-numbin’ their sex life was and how she spent too much time focusin’ on us kids.”

chibs-mother

(Chibs’s ma)

chibsfather

(Chibs’s da)

Ava couldn’t help but to notice how he’d slipped into full on Scotsman when he spoke about his past. Something she loved teasing him about but deep down it was a major turn on.

“Kids… as in siblings?!” She questioned as she lifted her head off his chest.

“Aye… One. A twin brother. Rory Telford.”

Ava regarded her husband in absolute disbelief.

“You have a twin brother?!”

Had, love. He died the day before our 13th birthday.”

Ava couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She’d spent this entire time thinking Filip Telford was an only child.

“Car wreck. Me da’s doin’… He was drunk (like usual) and we were headin’ ta the convenient store. My father and I were arguin’ when he went through a red light and we were t-boned. Hit my brother’s side, dead center. Died on impact.”

“Jesus… I’m so sorry.”

Chibs drew back a breath and nodded.

“Rory was me da’s favorite and he spent every day tellin’ me how it was my fault and that it shoud’ve been me instead of Rory. And I believed that for quite some time. Ye see lass, he might’ve been my twin brother but Rory… Well he was the quieter of us two. Even then I was a bit of a trouble maker but in the sense of not takin’ me da’s bullshite. All me brother wanted was peace and quiet. He was like me ma in that respect. They were standoffish when it came to me da and that temper of his. I never was one ta back down and I suppose me da and I were more alike than I ever realized. As much as I loved me ma… I knew I was more my father’s son than that of Rory. He got ma’s side of the genes. He was…” Chibs trailed off a bit and shook his head.

“Well he wasn’t me, or more like I wasn’t him. I didn’t know when ta keep me mouth shut. No matter how many times I got the belt, or the back of me da’s hand, or fist as a reminder. Rory… I don’t think me ma or da ever laid a hand on that kid. Then again, he didn’t do anythin’ ta warrant it either. I was trouble from the very beginnin’. A story me da loved tellin’. How I almost killed me lil bro at birth. Rory always hated that story.” The Scot cleared his throat and looked somewhat teary-eyed.

“After Rory died, things between me and the old man grew worse. He was drinkin’, me ma was practically livin’ at the church. That gave me and da time ta hash things out. And by hash out… I mean we had us a good ole knock-down-drag-out. The bastard damn near killed me. If it hadn’t been fur me ma comin’ home when she did… He would’ve. She went ta my defense and she took the heat instead.”

Chibs sighed and closed his eyes for a brief moment.

“He went ta work the next day like nothin’ even happened. Me ma… was so beat up she couldn’t go ta church. Not without raisin’ suspicion. So she claimed that she was sick with the flu. But we were back home nursin’ one another’s wounds. That same night… I caught me da fuckin’ one of the whores from a local pub. This was somethin’ me ma and I knew aboot. But it was never spoken of… not until that night. I begged her ta run. Ta take me with her. I told me ma that we could head ta Ireland and stay with what little family we had there. But bein’ the stubborn woman she was… she went on ta readin’ me scriptures from the bible. She even went as far as ta recite their weddin’ vows and said it would be a sin – turnin’ our backs ta me da when he needed us most. He was hurtin’ and sick… if we turned our backs ta him now, he’d surely die. That made one of the few times I sassed me ma… I told her “GOOD!” I wanted the bastard dead.” Chibs let out a miserable laugh.

“My sweet god fearin’ ma popped the ever livin’ shite out of me. And me ma was never one ta lay a hand on me or Rory. She told me that I needed ta respect the word of God. But somethin’ in me snapped and I said not a word on it. I went ta me room. I remember sittin there, thinking aboot me da fuckin’ that other woman while me ma sat at home prayin’ ta God that he’d see the light. It’d play out just as it always had. Me ma would call him out on where he’d been. He’d lie. She’d guilt him inta tellin’ the truth and he’d finally admit ta where he’d been and find a way to put the blame on her. She’d bitch down, just as always and she’d hug that fuckin’ bible of hers, like it had all the answers. Me da would smack her around, shower, have himself another drink, then pass out in his recliner. I’d clean up after him and do my best ta pick me ma back up and take care of her. But the more I thought on everythin’… The more fed up I became. I waited until me ma was sound asleep. Then I went inta my old man’s office and grabbed the gun from his safe. I headed ta the pub and right ta the backroom where me da was. I knew I had everyone’s attention but I didn’t care. I was done. I flung that door open and aimed that gun at me da. But someone jerked me back and shut the door. I was dragged on out of the pub and thrown inta the back of someone’s trunk. I was back there fur aboot an hour or so, sweatin’ me arse off. I was scared out of me fuckin’ mind. When the car finally came ta a stop the trunk opened and I saw that it was me cousin – Gus. He handed me a wad of money and a bus ticket. He told me ta head ta Belfast and never look back. I told him I couldn’t leave me ma. He told me that she’d already left. I hadn’t a clue what he meant by that exactly. I thought he meant Ireland as well. I thought that maybe she finally wised up and took me advice.”

chibs-cousin (Gus)

Chibs cleared his throat and sat up on the couch. He covered his face and shook his head.

“It wasn’t until I got ta Belfast that I learned me ma took her own life. Gus sent me the letter she’d written. She was apologizin’. Apologizin’ for hittin’ me, fur everythin’ I’d endured over the years, and fur being weak. She apologized fur knowin’ I’d never see her again, cause her soul was doomed ta eternity in hell. Ye see, lass… Me ma didn’t kill herself because she couldn’t take no more. When she mentioned bein’ weak… that was in life in general. She did what she did as a punishment. Like I said… She lived and breathed the word of God. And she figured it best if she went and damned herself over the wrong she’d done. Rather than turnin’ her back ta me da.”

Ava’s heart sank to the pit of her stomach.

“So me da went had himself a new family and I never heard from him again. It wasn’t long before I joined SAMBEL and ye know how things went from there.”

The young woman shed a few tears on her husband’s behalf.

“I know I come off as a bit much and overly protective of ye… But I don’t ever wanna look into those eyes of yers and see my old man. I want ta make ye happy. And with everythin’ we’ve been through and what we’re aboot ta face. I can’t help but ta worry aboot ye, love.”

Ava reached over and took his hand into her own.

“You’re not your father…”

“I’ve had my moments…”

“That maybe… But you’re in control. If you weren’t, it would’ve taken you over by now.”

“Perhaps, I have ye ta thank fur that.””

This had her regarding him in question.

“Ava, when I met ye… I wasn’t in a good place. I was on the verge of becomin’ that man. But somethin’ aboot ye, snapped me out of it.”

Ava climbed into his lap and kissed his scars.

“You did that on your own.”

“Nah, I’m tellin’ ye… That was all you, lass.”

“Either way… I’m not going anywhere. I’m here to keep you on the straight and narrow, if that be the case.”

“Then why am I doin’ all the spankin’?” Chibs taunted with a smirk.

“Are you admitting that you want to be spanked?!”

Her husband narrowed his eyes and looked to be in thought.

“Maybe…” he murmured with a shrug.

“Awesome! I can’t wait to pull your pants down and tan that hide, right in front of all the guys!”

Chibs gave a simple nod and Ava let out a bit of a yelp as he smacked her rear.


Chibs hadn’t realized they’d fallen asleep until his cell phone rang. He eased out from under his wife and rolled her onto the couch. He reached for his phone but narrowed his eyes seeing as how it was Jax and four in the morning.

“What’s up, Jackie?”

“I’ve got a bit of an issue and Michaela needs your help.”

Chibs glanced towards his wife as he could hear Abel crying in the background.

“Aye, I’m on my way.”

He hung up the phone and woke Ava letting her know that he was heading out.

“Everything alright?”

He wasn’t sure how to answer that at the moment.

“I’ll let ye know, lass.”

“Chibs…” She uttered with concern.

“Ava darlin’, I gotta go.”

She nodded in understanding as he gave her a quick peck on the lips and rushed on out the door.


“Jaysus!” Chibs remarked once he entered the house.

Jax was covered in blood and doing his best to console Abel. Michaela was on the couch and with her arms wrapped around her stomach. She too – covered in blood. To top it off there looked to be a body lying in Abel’s room. The moment Jax spotted Chibs, he pointed Michaela’s direction. Tears were streaming down his face.

“Help her, please.” He pleaded and Chibs nodded.


Ava started a pot of coffee and load of laundry. The house was feeling a bit stuffy so she stepped out for a bit of fresh air. She knew a large part of that was due to the house being freshly painted. The fumes seemed to linger. Ava shut her eyes and leaned against the wall of the porch.

“…hey…” she heard someone softly call startling her.

“Easy…” They whispered once again and Ava narrowed her eyes upon the shadow coming towards her.

“That’s close enough…” She warned and inched her way towards the door.

“Come on, doll. Can’t we play nice, just once?”

“Tig?!”

He stepped into the light coming off the porch and nodded. Ava grimaced once she saw what her husband had done.

“Why are you here?” She questioned and looked around the area in caution.

“If he catches you…”

“Trust me, I know. But I had to warn you.”

“Warn me?”

“Jesus, what happened to your face?” Ava asked as he took a couple more steps.

Ava walked on over and cupped his chin. He recoiled and Ava shook her head in a scolding manner.

“Get your ass inside and I’ll patch you up.”

“Not a good idea…”

“I can deal with Chibs…”

“It’s not Chibs I’m concerned about…” He murmured as Ava took him by the hand and dragged him into the house.

She led him into the bathroom and retrieved a first aid kit from one of the cabinets. Ava wet a hand towel and put it to his busted lip and nose.

“So you wanna tell me what happened, slugger?”

Tig let out this miserable laugh and leaned back against the wall.

“Sit…” She demanded whilst giving a slight push towards the toilet.

“Nice place…” He muttered under his breath.

“Thanks.”

But this had her looking to him in thought.

“How’d you find it?”

“I followed you here…”

“And you what? Waited like a perv…?”

“More like waited with the trots… I’m no idiot. I know what this looks like and I’m a dead man walking. But it’s better than the alternative.”

“And what would that be?” Ava said with this rather amused expression but went on to tend to his wounds.

You…

“Me?” Ava probed and Tig winced as she dabbed some alcohol along the cut beneath his eye.

Tig grew somewhat annoyed and stopped her.

“I need you to take this seriously.”

Ava jerked out of his hold and Tig sighed.

“After everything… Where’s the faith, sweetheart?!”

Ava recoiled and Tig rolled his eyes.

“Look at me!”

The young woman lifted her eyes and he shoved his stubbed arm in her face.

“If he could do this… Just imagine what he’ll do if he walks in and sees me! I’m taking a chance here, so I’d appreciate if you’d take that into consideration. I could’ve turned my back to all of this and said the hell with you! Trust me I thought about it. It would make my life sooo much easier!”

“Then do it! How dare you put that shit on me. You’re in this position because of the choices YOU made! It hasn’t anything to do with me!”

“Like hell it doesn’t. Come on, baby. When are you going to wake up and see that?!”

Ava gritted her teeth and jerked the towel out of his hand. She grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and got right in his face.

“On second thought… just get your ass out of here!” She ordered and shoved him on out the bathroom door.

Tig pivoted back around and slapped his hands up against the doorway, blocking her path.

“Oh no you don’t… Not this shit again.”

“HE’S OUT!”

Ava narrowed her eyes on this. “Who’s out?”

“Who do you think? The one man aching to get a piece of that sweet little ass…”

The young woman hauled off and slapped him. Tig closed his eyes and sighed.

“I’m not talking about me. I’ve moved on from that. Well sort of… I mean.”

“DAMMIT TRAGER, JUST SPIT IT OUT ALREADY!”

“Clay!”

Ava tilted her head on this.

“Clay’s in prison.”

“He was…” Tig corrected and Ava let out this hysterical like laugh.

“No. He’s still there. He has to be.”

Tig shook his head and had this apologetic look about him.

“No…” Ava whispered and staggered back against the counter.

“No. We just got this shit sorted out. He can’t be out. Not yet!”

The man swallowed back as Ava continued to laugh off and on and was shaking her head in utter denial.

“Believe me, I wish you were right. But I wouldn’t be standing here now if that were the case.”

“And how do you know he’s out?”

“He caught me leaving Gemma’s place not even an hour or so ago. Apparently, he was ‘listening’ in. Didn’t like what he heard.”

Ava recoiled.

“And Gemma?”

“She’s fine, doll. Doesn’t even know… I’m waiting until I know for certain he isn’t watching the house. I can’t put her at risk…”

“Can’t you call and warn her?”

“This is Clay we’re talking about. He’s more than likely got the house bugged about now.”

“Jesus Fucking Christ!”

Tig propped her up on the counter.

“Would you calm the fuck down?! You’re making me nervous. I’m expecting convulsions or a spinning head.”

“Calm down?!” Ava shouted.

“Chibs doesn’t need this shit right now. He’s got too much on his plate! And just now got everything with those agents taken care of.”

“Then we handle this, best we can.”

“As in what? Leave him out of it?”

“Exactly.”

“He’s the fucking president not to mention my husband and I’m not about to play that fucking game. I know how that one ends.”

“Then what do YOU suggest, queenie, because I don’t see a whole lot of options at the moment?! You know the moment you tell him how you found out, I’ll be right back on his shit list. And that’s the LAST thing I need. It’s bad enough I got Clay hunting me down. I don’t need your insane hubby after me as well. Besides, I’m the new BITCH, remember?! If the hubby tells me to suck his dick then I pretty much have to suck his dick!”

“Now there’s an image…” Ava murmured with disgust.

She jumped however as her cellphone rang.

“Please, don’t…” Tig pleaded seeing as how it was Chibs.

She held up a single finger and drew back the deepest of breaths before answering. Tig said nothing but kept his eyes on hers.

“Yes?” She said while doing her best to keep her voice intact and remain calm.

“Hey darlin’, I need ye ta grab my medical bag from the closet in the hallway and come ta Jax’s place.”

“On it.”

She hung up the phone and closed her eyes for a brief moment.

“Just let me think on how to deal with this. Do you have a number I can reach you at?”

Tig nodded and Ava handed her cellphone over.

“Punch it in.”

Tig put the number under a woman’s name and handed it back. She looked it over then nodded.

“First Wayne and now you…” She murmured rather bitterly.

He took a step back and watched as she grabbed her husband’s medical bag.

“Everything alright?” He asked.

“I haven’t a clue. Just doing what’s asked of me.”

“Ah… like a good old lady.” He taunted with a smirk.

Ava rolled her eyes on this.

“Don’t even…”

Tig sort of laughed but nodded. Ava grabbed her purse and keys and was heading out. Tig went to follow but Ava stopped him.

“Um, where do you think you’re going?”

He had this puzzled look about him.

“You’re staying here, where it’s safe.”

“SAFE?! That’s a joke, right?”

“Who would you rather face, Clay or Chibs? Your decision. Either way, I can’t on any good conscience let you out of this house without giving you the option.”

“And I thought you loathed my very existence.”

“I don’t loath you, Tig. I just wish you would’ve been born with a little more common sense, that’s all.”

He nodded and looked to be in thought.

“What I said… About this being because of you… I didn’t quite mean it the way it sounded.”

Ava paused at the door.

“Yes well… whether I wish to admit it or not, there is some truth behind that.”

Tig went to say something on this but she was already out the door. He looked around the house and laughed.

“I’m so dead…” He said in a rather high-pitched voice and looked to his hand (or lack thereof).


Chibs shook his head as he was looking Michaela over. She had a few gashes here and there from what looked to of been a blade. But what he didn’t get was the amount of blood on Jax in comparison to her. He went to comment on this as he was tending to her wounds. When he glanced back however Jax was ghostly white and his eyes were rolling into the back of his head.

“JACKIE BOY!” He shouted just as Ava entered the house.

Ava reacted by flinging herself up against the wall and she used her body in order to brace Jax up against her. She looked to Chibs wide-eyed as she had her arm around Jax’s waist.

“FILIP!” Ava yelled as Abel was slipping out from Jax’s arms.

She gritted her teeth and swung her other arm around and barely caught Abel in time. Chibs looked over to see Ava struggling in order to keep them in her hold. He dropped what he was doing and darted on over. He grabbed Jax and brought him to the floor. Ava let out a breath of relief and hugged Abel close.

“Shhhh…” She whispered and went on to rock him.

“Stay with me, Jackie!” Chibs hollered and gave him a little slap across the face.

“Open those eyes, boy! I need ye ta focus!”

Jax’s eyes batted about and Chibs gave a simple nod.

“Michaela’s just fine. You… not so much.”

Chibs went on to rip Jax’s shirt open and grimaced. He was quick to put pressure on the area.

“Call Gemma. I need her ta watch after the wee one while ye help me tend ta Jax and Michaela.”

Ava nodded and took her cellphone out from her purse. Ava tried getting ahold of Gemma but gave up after the fifth time.

“She’s not answering.”

Chibs shook his head with downright frustration.

“Alright…” He muttered and looked towards Abel’s room.

He’d half the urge to call for an ambulance. But knew Jax would’ve if he could’ve. There must’ve been more to all this for him not to take that route and why he called him instead. Chibs made a gesture towards Abel’s playpen.

“Just place him in there. He’s gonna cry, lass. But he’ll be fine. I promise. Right now… I need yer help.”

She nodded and kissed Abel’s forehead before placing him inside. She handed Abel his bottle and rushed over to help Chibs.

“Get my bag.”

She brought it over and he started naming off whatever he needed.

“Alright. So here’s what yer gonna do.”

Once he went into detail, Ava looked to him and shook her head in disbelief.

“I can’t do that shit!”

“Ye can and ye will! So get ta it, he hasn’t a lot of time!”

“Why can’t you do that and I’ll keep pressure?!”

“Because I’m havin’ ta put all my weight down, just in order ta stop the bleedin’! Now I need ye ta stop thinkin’ aboot it and just fuckin’ do it!”

Ava swallowed back and followed whatever instructions he gave her. Chibs sighed as her hands were shaking unmercifully.

“Ava…” He said as calmly as possible.

“Ye can do this. So just focus on the wound itself and not Jackie. He’ll be fine, if ye do whatever I tell ye.”

She nodded but wiped a tear off her cheek.

“Just think back ta that time in the garage when ye sewed me up. Ye remember how that went aboot, right?”

She nodded once again.

“Well there ye go. Ye already know what ta do.”

Chibs glanced Michaela’s direction as she let out a painful groan and continued in holding her stomach. What he didn’t get was why…. He didn’t see any significant wounds or any swelling in that area. Yet she continued in holding her stomach and would bring her knees up every now and then.Once he got Ava where he needed when it came to Jax; he went back and checked on Michaela.

“Jax…?” She called as if she were half out it.

Chibs narrowed his eyes on this and moved a strand of hair from her face.

“It’s Chibs, lass.” He softly stated and went on to feeling along her abdomen.

“That tender?” He questioned as she flinched.

She nodded and Chibs continued in feeling around. When he got to a particular area she cried out in agony. Ava lifted her eyes that direction and Chibs signaled for her to continue in what she was doing.

“Michaela, are ye by chance pregnant?” Chibs questioned.

The Scot recoiled once he saw the bloody show along her blue jeans. That was all the answer he needed. Michaela looked to him in a panic as he scooped her up off the couch. He rushed on out the door and placed her into the truck.

“I’m sorry…” He whispered whole-heartedly and Michaela closed her eyes in acknowledgement.

“I’ll get Ava ta take ye in…”

“We didn’t know…” She said in such a way, one that tugged the man’s heartstrings.

Chibs wasn’t sure what to say to that. After what Tara pulled, he knew this would break Jax’s heart. He kissed her cheek and darted back inside. He took over with Jax and let Ava in on the situation with Michaela.

“Couldn’t she bleed to death?”

“Aye, so ye need ta hurry.”

Chibs raised his brows as Ava grabbed her purse and ripped one of the straps. He reared back as she took her knife and gave herself a couple gashes along her leg and arm.

“What the hell are ye doin’, lass?!” Chibs scolded.

“We were mugged… shit went down from there.”

“Yer fuckin’ nuts!”

“That’s what it takes, right?!” Ava said and Chibs regarded her in disbelief.

“Jaysus… Just put the fuckin’ knife down, will ye?! Ye can’t take that with ye anyhow and ye best leave any other weapons behind.”

She tossed them over and he shook his head as she took off.


“Is she alright?!” Jax questioned as he was starting to come to.

Chibs nodded but went back to stitching him up.

“Now ye wanna tell me what’s got me girl cuttin’ herself in order ta cover this shite up?”

“She what?”

Chibs sighed and finished with the last stitch.

“Look, if it’s what I’m thinkin’… It was self-defense. So why didn’t ye call the police?!”

“That’s not how they’d see it…”

“Imma hurryin’ wee one…” Chibs called as Abel was back to crying.

Once he finished with Jax he got himself cleaned up then went on to console Abel. As he did this he looked to Jax and waited for an answer.

“Michaela… She lost it. You should’ve seen her. She stabbed him over and over – just as he did to her mother.”

Chibs recoiled but nodded in understanding.

“He stabbed me then went after Abel. She charged right for him and there was no stopping her.”

Jax licked his dry lips and was turning pale again.

“I got the gist… Ye can tell me more later. Ava and I got ye covered.”

Jax took Chibs’s hand and gave it a bit of a squeeze.

“Thank you.”

“Aye. Yer alright now, son.”

Chibs called the others then took it upon himself to get Abel cleaned up and changed. He packed his diaper bag in preparation. Figuring him and Ava might have to keep him overnight, considering they hadn’t heard from Gemma yet.


“Play along, sister…” Ava murmured once she entered the ER with Michaela.

“SOMEONE HELP US PLEASE!” Ava screamed on top of her lungs.

Though it wasn’t much of an ‘act’ considering deep down, she was freaking out. She hadn’t a clue Michaela was even pregnant and it was more than obvious she’d already lost the child. It was about making certain she didn’t bleed to death in the process now. A nurse bolted on out the doors and called to some others for help. Ava helped the nurse get Michaela into a wheelchair. They rushed her into one of the rooms and one of the other nurses stopped Ava on the way.

“You’re hurt…” The nurse murmured and pointed to Ava’s cuts.

“I’m fine. Please, I need to be with my friend.”

“After, we get you taken care of.”

“No, after SHE’S taken care of.” Ava made clear and the nurse looked to the others as if lost on what to do when Ava took off and headed into the area they had Michaela in.

“Ma’am… We can’t let you in the room.”

Ava nodded seeing as how they were taking Michaela right into surgery. She paced the area and one of the nurses was on the phone calling this in. Ava nodded amongst herself and darted into the ladies room. She called Wayne and let him know he might be needed. She hung up before going into detail. Then she called Chibs and let him know the current situation with Michaela. He hinted that he and the boys would be there shortly. Meaning they had to clean up first and make Jax ‘presentable’. That overheated feeling returned and Ava splashed some cold water onto her face then dried off afterward.

“Are you alright, ma’am?” One of the nurses called after knocking on the door.

Ava opened the door and nodded. The nurse led her into one of the examination rooms. From there they got her stitched up and her side of the story on what took place. This was something she and Michaela had gone over on the drive there. They had a few drinks at one of the local bars. When they stepped out they were mugged. She gave some wild description of the men “responsible” once the police arrived. Wayne pulled Ava to the side and went on to question her a bit more. But she kept with HER version of the story. He nodded and made plans for them to meet up so he could give her the evidence she needed in order to begin their ‘deal’. He left not long after taking her statement. He said he’d come back for Michaela’s after the surgery as they were on a case. He mentioned something about some Nazi lover causing problems.


“Hey…” Chibs called as he gave Ava a little shake.

Her eyes batted about as she came to. She nodded upon him and the boys as they entered the waiting room.

“How’d it go?” He hinted as he sat beside her with Abel in his hold.

“They bought it…”

“Good deal.”

Opie had his arm around Jax and helped him into the chair beside Ava. Jax took her by surprise as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and kissed her cheek.

“Thank you.” He uttered sincerely and rested his head against her shoulder for a moment.

The poor guy was half out of it. All the Sons were there, aside from Happy and Half-Sack who were ridding of the ‘body’. Before long, the doctor entered the room and let them know that Michaela was doing okay but that she had lost the baby. Chibs grimaced on Jax’s behalf. Jax had this wounded expression about him but nodded and went on to shake the doctor’s hand. He thanked him profusely and from there the doctor let him know he could visit her.

Chibs looked down to see Abel reaching for Ava. He handed him over and Ava hugged him and showered him with kisses. Abel let out a few giggles but he was fighting sleep. Chibs took it upon himself to try and get ahold of Gemma, yet again, still there was no answer. It wasn’t long before Abel was sawing logs. Ava leaned against Chibs’s shoulder and he kissed the top of her head.

After a few minutes passed, Jax let Ava know that Michaela wanted to see her. During this, Chibs offered to watch after Abel so Jax could stay at the hospital with Michaela.

“That eager to play house?” Jax taunted.

“Just take the damn offer, Jackie boy!”

“Whatever you say, old man.”

Chibs hugged him and grabbed Abel’s things. He tossed Jax the keys to his bike afterward.

“Tell Ava I’m takin’ the truck. I need ta get this wee one down.”

“You got it.”


“Hey you…” Michaela called out as Ava entered the room.

Ava smiled and sat some flowers down that she’d bought from the gift shop.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

Ava shrugged and sat beside her.

“How you feeling?”

“Okay, all things considering.”

“I’m so sorry.”

Michaela nodded but looked to be in thought. It wasn’t long before she broke into sobs. Ava shot to her feet and hugged her.

“I hadn’t a clue…. But if I had…”

“I know…” Ava whispered and hugged her even closer.

“It’s funny the things you never knew you wanted. But now all I keep thinking about is another Jackson Jr and Abel having a little brother or sister! This isn’t right. Jax and I were never meant to be serious!”

“Well tough shit there…” Ava teased and Michaela sort of laughed.

She handed Michaela a tissue.

“Both of you need to face the facts. You’re in, all the way. And the sooner you own up to that shit, the better. For all your sakes and I say that meaning Abel’s as well. I’ve seen how he looks at you. Like it or not, you’re already a mother figure to that baby. In fact besides Gemma, you’re all he knows!”

“I don’t know about that… He’s pretty keen on you.”

“Yeah well, I’m like the aunt that’s going to send him home after a massive sugar rush. You and Jax are the real deal.”

Michaela managed to smile.

“So what really happened back there?”

Michaela looked towards the hospital door. Ava headed that way and locked it.

“He broke in while Jax was showering and I was putting Abel to bed. I hadn’t a clue he was even in the house not until I went to get Abel’s bottle ready. The bastard snuck up on me. He picked me up and flung me across the counter. He grabbed one of the kitchen knives and you can see how that part played out…”

Ava grimaced but gave a simple nod.

“Jax walked in on it and came to my defense but he hadn’t a clue about the knife. But I gotta say… He’s one tough son of bitch because even after having that knife ripped out of him; Jax was determined in taking the bastard down. But Abel started to cry and that’s when shit really hit the fan. All I remember is picking up the knife and taking off like a bat out of hell. He was heading right for Abel’s room. He was just inches away from picking Abel up. He told me he was going to snap his neck and finish Jax when he was done. I lost it. Next thing I know I’m hovering over his body and…” Michaela cried even harder.

“I kept seeing my mother over and over and everything he’d made me endure. Threatening that sweet baby and Jax was the last straw. It felt so good. The first initial stab but each one after was damn near therapeutic. I couldn’t stop even as Jax begged me to. I couldn’t. It took Jax prying me off him. Otherwise, I would’ve kept going.”

“Well that certainly explains why you didn’t call the police…”

Michaela sighed.

“Yeah… I made a mess of things and now Jax has to clean it all up. Like cleaning up after that one bitch wasn’t enough.”

“Don’t even compare yourself to her. Trust me you haven’t a clue. That woman was something else. You’re night and day in comparison.”

Michaela sort of laughed but was starting to knock out.

“I can’t believe he was fucking a doctor.”

“Yeah well don’t let the PhD fool you… She might’ve made one hell of a doctor but she sucked as an human being.”

“You need your rest and I’m sure Jax is eager to get back to you.”

Ava nodded amongst herself as Michaela was already out. She unlocked the door and quietly exited the room. When she got to the waiting room Jax tossed her the keys. She sent him a bewildered glance.

“He went on home and took Abel with him.”

Ava’s heart sank to the pit of her stomach and she staggered back.

“He what?! OH SHIT!”

Jax narrowed his eyes and looked to the others as she ran out of the building.

“Think she’s hiding a boyfriend?” Bobby taunted with a smirk and Jax shook his head.

Something… that was crazy…”


(Leave your comment/review or a simple ‘like’ if you dug the chapter. I’ll be working on a chapter or two to Days Past Future Lost next then back to this one. I’ve had two sick kids and two funerals so yes, I’m behind. But as always family and friends come first. Thank you for understanding.)

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12 thoughts on “Chapter 16 No Rest For The Weary”

  1. Love Chibs past. Makes him more relatable. And poor Tig. As much bad as he’s done, I still feel for him. He is so freaking dead when Chibs get to the house. Maybe it’s a good thing Abel is with him, keep Chibs a bit grounded. Adore this chapter 🙂

  2. Uh ho…Wow, what a mess…Stillll…and I love it…I hope Gemma is alright I hope that Clay hasn’t done something to her, and how did he get out anyway? I can’t wait to find out…great update as always hon…thanks, huggs.

  3. thrilling and exciting to read a lot of drama and trouble coming their way get the feeling clay and jimmy will end up working together hope they can make it through the mess coming their way and trust each other and stay strong together

  4. Thanks for the update it was awesome and can’t wait for more. Poor Tig he just gets it from everyone. Please update ASAFP.

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