Chapter 26 Domino Effect

Chapter 26

I do not own Twilight or Sons of Anarchy. Friendly reminder once again AU! The formatting on WP still sucks and it’s still slow. I really don’t know what to do. I’m very sorry for the inconvenience. I’m working on it the best I can.

Jax smiled as he woke to have his wife grinding against his leg. He reached over and had her straddling him. “You want something to ride darlin’, I got it right here…” he murmured as he eased his way in.

“…fuck…” he murmured as she took over from there.

That smirk spread across his lips as he kicked back and merely enjoyed the show. As of late they were fucking like rabbits. Due to her pregnancy and his newfound transformation their libidos were through the roof. There were times they were fucking two to three times a day if and when given the chance. It also seemed to be the one thing they both turned to when too stressed out. If a good fucking reduced his old lady’s stress then he’d make it his personal mission. He figured it best to follow doctor’s orders anyhow. He arched a brow as she was actually clawing at his chest. Once Angel realized what she was doing, she had this look of surprise about her. This had him chuckling.

“By all means…” he softly growled and his eyes flickered with that golden shimmer for a moment.

A small gasp escaped her as rolled over and pinned her wrists down. He gritted his teeth as he thrust about. The smell of her release hit and it had him nipping along her neck. She let out a bit of a whimper but her back arched off the bed as she orgasmed yet again. Jax couldn’t describe it. He craved her more now than ever before. It was like this insatiable hunger.

There were a few things he had trouble taming – his desire for meat, his anger, that overwhelming need to protect Angel and Abel at all cost, and of course his lust for Angel. The lust thing was maddening at times. If he just picked up the scent of another woman’s arousal it had him thinking about his wife. His mouth would water and he’d get rock hard as all he could think about was eating her out. And when the guys were getting their game on with the club girls; he’d find himself desiring her company and wishing she was right there riding the hell out of his cock. It was also a strange feeling to have other women coming on to him now. It actually annoyed him. There were so many things he didn’t understand. He remembered one particular night all too well. She was one of the club strippers -hot and blonde and after putting on one hell of a show. She made her way over to Jax and was giving him a little lap dance. Sure he was enjoying it, but the moment she leaned into his ear and suggested things go a bit further. He let out a growl and shoved the woman right out of his lap. The stripper had this look of absolute shock about her. What pissed Jax off even more was when she mentioned that what the little wife didn’t know wouldn’t hurt. It took all will not to rip that woman’s heart out and eat it for breakfast. He’d never felt that way before. It scared him a bit. Yet on the other hand it also gave him a sense of pride and completion, in the sense that he’d never felt that way about Wendy or Tara. But the mere idea of hurting Angel fucked with his head and made him want to eat a bullet. He wasn’t about to screw everything up for one lousy fuck.

The moment he felt her nails along his back, he spilled his seed. He shook his head afterward.

“Good thing I knocked you up already or we’d end up with triplets with the way we’re going at it.”

She had a good laugh at this as he pulled out.

“Shit, look at that…” he murmured as a massive string of cum followed.

“Super sperm?”

He chuckled.

“Something… hell how do you keep from drowning when blowing me?” He asked with a touch of seriousness.

She smiled and teased him by licking him clean “practice…”

“Fucking minx…” he muttered under his breath as he grabbed a cigarette off the nightstand.

She giggled and lay against his chest. He took a long drag and regarded her tummy in thought.

“Have you thought of any names yet?” He questioned curiously.

“I’m afraid you’re going to have to be more specific. I mean are we talking cocks or babies?”

He shook his head and laughed.

“I think we’re sticking to the man with no name on that first one. I was leaning more towards baby names.”

“Gotcha…”

She ran her fingers along Abel’s name in thought.

“Actually, I was thinking something along the lines of Charlene Joann Teller -Charlene after my father Charlie and Joann after JT.”

He raised his brows rather impressed.

“I actually dig that, baby.”

“Are you sure?”

“Absolutely, we could call her CJ for short.”

Angel smiled.

“That’d be cute!”

He nodded and finished his cigarette. Afterward he placed his hand along her tummy.

“So CJ what do you think?”

“Are you going in today?”

Jax shook his head no but had this unsettling look about him.

“Jax, it’s been a couple days…”

He nodded.

“Angel…” he said with a sigh.

“I’m not so sure about all this. You and Abel need me here. It seems like every time I go somewhere something happens. I spend most of my time freaking the fuck out, when on the road lately, worrying about you two.”

“What are you saying exactly?”

“Something I never thought I’d say, not since…”

“Since…?”

He sighed not wanting to bring her up.

“Babe… I almost stepped the fuck down the other day.”

Her heart had that pit dropping feeling.

“Wait… what?”

He nodded with a guilt ridden expression.

“After this whole ordeal with Lyla and my mother, then this shit with Bobby, and hell even Piney lately. It’s just been one thing after another. I need to worry about my family. I need to look after you and Abel.”

“What are you saying exactly?”

“That I step down just long enough to figure this shit out. Find a place I feel comfortable with and have you and Abel lay low for a bit.”

“Step down? You mean as president?”

He drew back a deep breath on this.

“If that’s what it takes. But I was thinking more along the lines of Op or Chibs running things until I get back.”

“You can’t step down now, Jax. There is too much at stake!”

“I know, baby. And believe me that’s the only reason I kept from walking away from it all when you were in the hospital. I don’t know what it is lately. I just can’t seem to keep my fucking head straight. I’ve got a million things on my mind and it’s hard to focus.”

“Then talk to me, Jax. That’s what I’m here for. You know you can tell me anything.”

He smiled and kissed her forehead.

“And that’s what I’m doing right now.”

“Jax, Abel and I aren’t going anywhere. If you want us someplace safe, then this is it. We can’t get any safer than Charming itself. We got the protection of you and the MC. We don’t have that anywhere else. And if it would make you feel better we can stay at the clubhouse or heaven forbid your mother’s even. I’m not leaving you. So you better come up with another option.”

“You’d be safe if I had a few of the guys traveling alongside of you. As much as he pisses me off I know damn well Tig would die in order to keep the two of you safe.”

“You’re kidding me, right? You want to send us off with fucking Tig?”

“I thought about sending Phil along as well.”

“Ugh, Jax! Listen to yourself!”

“I’m more of a badass then those two combined!”

Jax had a good laugh at this but nodded in full agreement.

“Now there’s no denying that, darlin’. But I do know they’d give their lives in order to protect you and our son. And at the moment, I need that reassurance.”

“Well that’s not an option for me. I’m sorry, Jax. But I’m your wife. We made a vow to one another and I’m not going to live in a separate fucking house or what have you. That’s not how this works. We stick together on this and figure it out. You’re not stepping down and we both know you can’t afford to be gone for much longer. They need you up there. We need you Jax and so does this town. You’re the only one that can fix all this mess. As much as I respect Chibs and Op. They don’t have what it takes. There is only one man that does. So you need to wake up and realize your family… isn’t going anywhere. Abel and I are here all the way. And we’re going to be just fine.”

Jax nodded but looked to be in thought. He knew she had a point but he couldn’t shake that feeling. Something was sure to happen and it made his skin crawl. That feeling only grew more intense as the days progressed. He could literally feel Abel and Angel slipping out of his hands. And the fear was never more real than when he got that phone call from Wayne. He feared the worst. He just knew that either Angel or the baby was seriously injured or worse even. And he’d never forgive himself if that were the case. Still a good part of him blamed Lyla even and his mother. But he was more upset with himself than anyone else. He had sincerely apologized to Lyla. That was after Angel let him have it once they got home. Sure it pissed him the fuck off. But this was one of the few times he knew he was in the wrong. Lyla had been through literal hell as Angel reminded and Jax felt like shit, once he’d fully grasped what he’d done and why Op was damn near ready to kill him. That and there was a small part of him that felt shame in choking his mother that one day. But another part of him felt undeniably justified. And that’s what Jax meant by a million things going through his mind. The shifter’s attack triggered a few things some Jax took a liking to. Other parts caused him to feel somewhat startled. He didn’t like that feeling of no control and that he could very well lose his shit at any given moment.

“Besides, I can’t go anywhere…” she said and looked upon him with a rather roguish smile.

“Oh?” he questioned inquiringly.

She nodded confidently.

“Lyla and I have been doing some talking.”

“Let me guess… she wants to leave Op and runaway with you?”

“How’d you know?!” she mocked in utter surprise.

He cut her a wink.

“Just do, darlin’. But I’m afraid I can’t give you my blessing on that one.”

She sighed as if truly disappointed.

“Okay then. How about we help you run Cara Cara instead?”

He cocked a brow on this.

“I thought you just wanted to help with the records.”

Angel shrugged and rested her head along his chest but locked eyes with his.

“That was the original plan but the more I think about it. The more I realize there needs to be more women in control. If we want these girls to feel safe and comfortable. We need more women involved. So far all you got is men running the place, Jax. That isn’t going to fly. It’s nasty business. It needs to be a two way street.”

He nodded in understanding.

“So when you say run…”
“Lyla and I personally deal with the hiring and firing we clean house, if need be. We get this business flowing the way it needs. In addition, we gotta find a new lead now. Lyla’s done, Jax. She’s not going back.”

“I figured…” he said with a disappointed sigh. But he understood her reasoning. Lyla however wasn’t going to be easy to replace.

“So you and Lyla want to manage the place… is that what you’re saying?”

She sort of blushed and nodded.

“Hell…” He grabbed another cigarette and took his time thinking on this.

“Don’t tell me you wanna film and direct too, Angel darlin’.” He murmured with a smirk.

“I could if I wanted!” She fired back and popped him on the chest.

He chuckled.

“Hmmm, why don’t you leave that part to me?”
“Oh, so you’re going to film and direct?”
“Sure, why not babe?! I’ll just resign as president and go broke with pussy.”

“And what am I going to do during these shootings?”
“On your knees blowing me. Where else?”

Her jaw dropped and he died of laughter as she hit him yet again.

“You make it too easy…”

“You’re an ass you know that?”

“You like my ass…”

She sighed in defeat.

“True…”

“Alright, I tell you what. I’ll get you and Lyla set up here soon and give the other girls a heads up.”

“Really?!”

He chuckled as to her odd enthusiasm. The man never dreamed he’d be running a porn business with his wife of all people. But that was just Angel. He swore at times nothing truly fazed her.

“Ma-mee? Da-dee?” Jax quickly pulled the covers up over them as they were still in the buff.

“Hey, little man…” he called out.

Angel giggled as she could feel Abel tapping her on the foot.

“That tickles!”

He didn’t laugh along like usual. He climbed up on the bed with a frown and handed her something.
“What’s this?”

Angel’s smile was quick to fade as she shot up with a gasp and looked to Abel in shock.

“Who gave you this?!”

He looked towards the area of his room.

“Dat man…” he said as he pointed that direction

She immediately grabbed Abel and tumbled on out of the bed.
“Jax…” she hissed as she tossed the picture over.

Jax narrowed his eyes as he looked to see it was a Polaroid picture. The picture was of Abel sleeping in his bed, but he had a gun to his head. The outlaw grabbed his gun and took off. Angel’s hand shook as she tossed her robe on and dug through her purse, retrieving hers as well. She exited the room with caution. The first thing she noticed was the front door. It had been forced open and the chain link was cut. Her heart was racing nonstop as she carefully inched her way out. She searched the outside as Jax was looking throughout each room of the house.

“No kill you ma-mee…”Abel said with a quivery lip as he hugged her close.

She narrowed her eyes on this and followed her son’s gaze. Angel gritted her teeth and quickly put the boy down.

“Inside…”

“No ma-mee! No kill you!” He said panic stricken.

“GO!”

She quickly placed him inside and pulled the door to. Angel’s lip curled as she stepped off the porch and was heading towards the man that was eyeing her down. He nodded upon her.

“You put a gun to my son?!” She shouted as she was about to take a shot at him.

The young woman turned however hearing the screeching of wheels. A car was heading right for her. She shot out her hand and just in time as the car flipped over. Angel turned the direction of the man but he was already gone. She rushed over to the car and opened the door, but jumped the moment she heard a gun fire. She gasped out as the man that had been driving the car had been shot in the head.

“Angel!” Jax hollered as he darted out of the house with Abel in his hold.

“Shit…” she murmured, lowering her gun as the deputy was making his way over with flashing lights.

“I got this… Just get Abel inside.” Angel whispered.

Jax regarded her peculiarly as she handed him her gun. The deputy nodded upon her as he exited the squad car. Angel told him that she ran out of the house after hearing the gunfire. When she stepped out she saw that a car had flipped over and the man had been shot in the head. She also stated that her husband and son just came out of the house to see the aftermath. She left out everything else.

The deputy nodded and called the sheriff as he was still investigating. He asked her a few more questions and she kept them truthful yet simple.

“And you just happened to bring a gun out with you?”

“I heard a gunshot, wouldn’t you?”

He sort of smiled and nodded.

“Rather ironic that this happens right in your neighborhood.”
“And how’s that exactly?”
“You’re the one married to a trouble maker. You tell me…”

She smiled in return.
“Are we by chance profiling because that would sure look ugly if I turned around made you look like an idiot.”

He raised his brows on this.

“Look, I told you everything. The evidence is right there. So why don’t you do your job and quit making this about me and my family. We haven’t anything to do with this.”
“Fair enough…”

“Great! We’re on the same page now. If you have any more questions. I’ll be inside making my son and trouble maker husband breakfast.”

She waved him off and headed back inside.

“We’re fucked if he sees this door…” she whispered once she entered the house.

Jax nodded.

“I’ll work on it…” he said as he sat Abel down.

“What’d you tell him?”

She reiterated her story and Jax nodded.

“Good deal…” he murmured as he grabbed a screwdriver and quickly got to working on it.

He grabbed another chain link lock from the garage and screwed it on to the area.

“There’s some doorknobs and deadbolts in the hallway closet babe… Top shelf – storage box.”

She nodded and darted that way. She reached up and brought the storage box down. Once she found the doorknobs and deadbolts she grabbed one of each and rushed back over.

“I’ll get some breakfast started. Need to keep things flowing…” she hinted.
“Good idea…” He muttered but she noticed the way his hands were shaking as well as he worked to get the door in order.

Angel cringed as he had the picture set out on the dining room table. She picked it up and did her best to find something or anything that stood out about it. But the more she looked at the picture the harder she found it to breathe. She placed Abel in his high chair and was doing her best to tend to her usual morning routine. Jax wasn’t much for cereal or anything of the sort as of late. So she made him some eggs and sausage, keeping in mind to keep everything on the ‘rare’ side. She made Abel a pancake, but at the moment, she hadn’t any appetite whatsoever. Her nerves were shot as she kept seeing that gun to Abel’s head. She made her a cup of coffee and set Jax’s and Abel’s food at the table. Her mind was elsewhere as there was a knock at the door. It startled her and she spilled her coffee all down her hands and chest.
“Shit…” Jax uttered, taking notice.

He scooted out of his chair and rushed over.

“You alright?” he questioned as she dumped the rest of her coffee out and was running cold water over her hands.

She nodded and Jax grabbed a washcloth he wet it down and dapped at her chest. The doorbell rang this time and he rolled his eyes.

“I got it…” he said as he started that direction.

The sheriff nodded upon him and Jax looked around the area cautiously, before inviting him in. From there, they leaked out the truth about everything aside from Angel’s abilities as to how the car flipped over. They told him what Angel said to the deputy so he could fabricate the right story. Wayne recoiled and looked to the boy with concern when Jax showed him the picture.

“Jesus…” He muttered.

He pinched his eyes shut for a moment. Once he lifted his head he regarded Angel a certain way.

“I tried telling you. Didn’t I, sweetheart?”

“Wayne…” she whispered in warning.

“This is just the beginning…”

Jax reared back on the odd interaction between Angel and Wayne.

“We got this…”Angel muttered.

“Is this the change you were talking about, because that’s not giving me a lot of hope?”

“When are you going to take that leap of faith…?”

“Faith? In what? Your old man? You? God?”

“God…” Angel murmured darkly.

She looked to Abel as he was eating his pancake and shook her head.

“God’s been sleeping on the job… Sometimes you gotta take matters into your own hands.”

Jax and Wayne regarded her with concern.

“And what’s that mean exactly?” Wayne asked unnervingly.

“That the next time someone comes after my family, I won’t be holding back. You haven’t any idea what I’m capable of. I will unleash havoc and in a way no one’s ever seen. I’m done with the games. It’s time…”
“Time for what?”
She kept her eyes on Wayne. But a knife flew off the counter and pierced right through the wall directly behind him. Wayne’s jaw dropped as Angel sipped at her fresh cup of coffee.
“That answer your question, sheriff?”

Jax hadn’t a clue how to feel. On one hand he was upset with his wife for revealing herself and now he’d have to patch that wall up and paint over the area. Yet on the other he was somewhere between prideful and turned on as hell. She strutted on out of the room and Wayne looked to Jax in utter disbelief.

“Did she just…?”
Jax nodded as he bit into one of his sausages.

“What in the hell is going on around here?”

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“Ma-mee?” Abel softly called out as she was passed out on his bed.

He reached over and tugged at her shirt. She smiled as she came to.

“Hey, baby…”
“Tired?”

She nodded and patted the area beside her.

“Mommy just needs a few minutes…”
Angel did her best to hold it in for Abel’s sake but it was a losing battle. She held the boy close and started to tear up. Abel planted his hands along her cheeks.

“No be sad, Ma-mee.”

She nodded and simply held him and kissed the top of his head. Jax had just stepped out of the shower and was picking all this up.

“Abel baby, mommy’s going to ask you a few questions and I need you to answer as best as you can.”

Abel nodded.

“Did the man that was in here hurt you?”

He shook his head no.
“Did he scare you?”

Abel nodded yes.

“Can you tell me what he said to you?”

His bottom lip quivered and he shook his head no.

“Mommy really needs you to try… Can you maybe show me?”

He nodded and sat up in the bed. Chills ran down her spine as Abel made a gun using his fingers and put it to her head.

“Ma-mee, BAM!” He then put a finger to his lips.

“Shhhhh kill ma-mee…” he said with a scowl like the man had.

Jax felt a wave of nausea hit him and he staggered back against the bathroom wall.

“No kill my ma-mee…” Abel said hugging her close.

“Abel… I’m going to be just fine. I promise.” She did her best to assure.
She rose from the bed and carried him into the living room. Jax exited the bathroom just as Angel placed Abel down.

“Ma-mee?” Abel called out as she lay on the floor beside him.

She forced that smile.

“Thought we could play right here.”

Jax shook his head picking up on her accelerated heart rate and high blood pressure.

“Otay…” Abel said with a nod and handed her a crayon and coloring book.

“Thank you!”

He nodded and sat beside her as he started to color as well. Jax leaned against the wall and covered his face for a moment. He came to a sitting position and for once the man was at a complete loss on what to do and where to go from here. He felt as if everything was at an arm’s length but no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t quite get a grasp on it. And when he did, he found himself right back at the beginning. And he knew he was the only one to blame. He did his. He put his family in this position. And now he had to do his damnest to fix it. To make it up to them by whatever means necessary…

“Ma-mee tired…” Abel told his father once he entered the living room.

Jax nodded and scooped her up off the floor. He placed her onto the couch and checked her over.

“How about we go visit grandma?”

Abel smiled and nodded. Jax nodded upon his son in return.

“Go grab a few of the things you want to take.”

“Rex!”

“Then you better grab him.”

“Otay…”

Jax put his head to Angel’s tummy and was relieved to hear that the baby had a steady heartbeat. He kissed his wife’s forehead and let her sleep as he and Abel gathered everything they needed. Jax got his wife into the new black Harley Davidson truck he and Angel picked out. He put Abel in his car seat afterward and headed to his mothers. He called Op on the way and let him know he was coming in and that there was to be a meeting.

“Jax?” Angel tiredly called out on the way.

“Hey…”

She cleared her throat and straightened up in her seat.

“Where are we going?”
“I’m taking you and Abel to my mother’s. I gotta deal with somethings back at the shop and clubhouse.”

He glanced back towards Abel and regarded Angel in thought.

“That man you and Abel saw. What did he look like?”
“It was hard to tell from a distance. But he had a rather lanky build, looked to be around his late forties to early fifties, and he was wearing navy blue suit with a baby blue dress shirt.”

Jax ground his teeth together. It was about what he’d figured. Considering he knew the driver all too well. He was Michael McKeavey of the IRA. This had set up written all over it. Only Jax doubted it went according to plan. Michael wasn’t meant to die. But they wouldn’t have him ratting them out either as to why they ended it before he had the chance. And now his worst fears were coming to play. If the man she so described was who he assumed, then they were in even bigger trouble. He knew what Angel was capable of now and it wouldn’t be long. They’d be swooping in like buzzards. On this thought, he called Tig and Phil. He wasn’t about to take any chances. Once he pulled into his mother’s driveway, he looked to Angel.

“You remember me telling you about the IRA?”

She nodded.

“The driver was one of them. And I’ve feeling that the man you and Abel saw was Galen O’Shay. Meaning you’re in a lot of trouble. You pretty much gave them every reason in the world to hunt you down.”

She looked upon her husband gravely. But Jax’s mind was elsewhere as he thought about the old house and how shot up it was. He was proven wrong once again. He truly believed it to be the Mayans, but it must’ve been the IRA after all. If not them personally, then they hired someone else. Somehow they must’ve gotten wind of Angel and her ability. Meaning someone outside his mother and the MC knew… All of this was a test. They assumed Angel and Abel was in there and wanted to see how strong this shield of hers was. To see if she and Abel would indeed survive. Things between the Sons and the IRA were about to get very ugly.

“I’m sorry, Jax… I…”

He narrowed his eyes on this. The outlaw hadn’t realized how that sounded until now.

“No, baby… that’s not where I’m going with this. Don’t you think even for a second I blame you. This isn’t your fault. I saw this coming. I should’ve done something sooner…”

“How is this not my fault, Jax?! They terrorized our little boy and put a gun to his head in order to get to me! I mean shit, this is the Cullens all over again. The one thing that keeps the ones I love protected is also the one thing putting them in the most danger.”

“You and I have more in common then you could ever imagine…” he replied as to the MC and the way he lived his life in general.

“And I truly hope you know what you were doing… showing off to the sheriff like that.”
“He needed to know…”
“Are you sure about that?”
“Yes…” She guaranteed.

His mother stepped out of the house and was regarding the truck in wonder.

“And what do we tell your mother?”
“I’ll handle it. You need to remember what the doctor said and take it easy.”

“Sure, I’ll just get right on that.” She irritably spat as he hopped out of the truck.

Jax sighed as he climbed out of the truck as well.

“Before you utter a single word… we gotta talk.” Jax declared as he wrapped an arm around his mother’s shoulder and led her into the house and into her room.

“I need you to watch after my old lady and son… I mean it mom. Don’t let either of them out of your sight. And that’s another thing Angel is not to be under ANY stress. That means you can’t be pulling your usual shit. Doing that could put her and the baby at risk. So you need to think about that before opening that mouth of yours.”

“You wanna tell me what’s going on?”

Jax drew back a hesitant breath.
“I promise to tell you everything when the time is right. But now is not that time.”

“You keep saying that…”
“You gotta trust me.”

“You keep saying that too!”
He kissed her cheek and hugged her.

“I love you, mom.”

She sighed and hugged him in return.
“I love you too, baby.”

“Sorry I got a little out of hand…” he hinted as to that one day.

Gemma nodded in response but had this offbeat look about her.

“What?”
“Nothing…” she said and patted his cheek.

They turned to a knock at the door.

“Gran-ma?!”

Gemma smiled.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

The door opened and Abel took her by the hand and led her to the candy bowl. She laughed as he pointed to it.

“Peas?”

“Of course!”

“Tank you!”

“Daddy’s gotta go, little man. But you stay here with mommy and grandma. Remember mommy doesn’t feel so good so I need you to be big and try your best to behave.”

“Otay, da-dee” he said as his father hugged him goodbye.

“What are they doing here?” Gemma questioned as Tig and Phil pulled up on their bikes.

“Just for my own peace of mind…”

“Hmmm…”
Jax narrowed his eyes wondering where Angel had run off to.

He caught a glimpse of her out in the backyard, seeing as how she was on the phone.

“How’d you get this number?”

“You’re kidding me, right?

She sort of laughed and shook her head as Jax quietly stepped outside.

“I don’t believe that’s any of your business.”

“I don’t give a fuck what Jacob says and as to him being paralyzed. It serves the bastard right! Maybe now he’ll show his father some damn respect.”

“Oh do go fuck yourself you bitter little BITCH!”

“Friend of yours?”

His wife sort of laughed.

“I figure tough love is best.” She witted.

He nodded and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“I better take care of business…” he murmured as he kissed along her neck.

“Promise me you’ll take care of yourself, baby.”

“I’ll be fine, Jax.”

He shook his head and spun her about so that she was facing him.

“I want to hear you say it.”
“Say what exactly?”

He cued that smirk of his.

“Say Jax I promise to take care of myself and take it easy.”

She sighed and he raised his brows.
“Angel…”

“Fine… Jax, I promise to take care of myself and take it easy.”

“There you go. Was that so hard?”
“Yes!”

He chuckled.

“What am I going to do with you?”
“What aren’t you going to do to me!” she playfully teased.

He backed her up against the house. She giggled as he pressed himself against her. His eyes flickered for a moment as he kissed her. A low growl left his lips afterward. He put his forehead against hers for a brief moment and closed his eyes.

“I love you.”
“I love you too.”

“I’m not sure how long I’ll be.”

“I’ll be waiting…”

“Don’t let my mother give you any shit. If she even tries it. You call me.”
“I can handle your mother, Jax. You just do what you gotta do.”

“You need anything no matter what, you call. If I don’t pick up at first leave a message. I call you back as soon as I can.”
She nodded and watched as he headed to the truck. She blew him a kiss once he pulled out of the drive. He sent her a wink and hit the road.

“So we gotta babysit a couple of crazy ass bitches and Jackson Jr?”

She smiled and turned to see Tig leaning against the house.

“Crazy, huh?”
“Absolutely!” he said as he made his way over and hugged her.

“How you holdin’ up, doll?”

“Okay…”

Tig cupped her chin and tilted his head about.

“Nah, I’m not buying it. What’s going on, sweetheart? Why is the old man calling in the guard dogs?”

Angel drew back a breath and took the picture out from her pocket. Tig grimaced.

“Jesus…”
She nodded and Tig pulled her in closer as she started to tear up a bit. He got her to tell him the rest of the story as he did his best to comfort her.

“And you’re still in town?!”

“Come on Tig. You and I both know it won’t matter where I go…”

He shook his head with this rather ill like appearance.

“They get ahold of you and…”
“I know… trust me. I already thought about that.”
“I wonder how long they’re willing to stick around…” he hinted.

“Who knows… But I can’t have them torturing Abel!”

“Who’d have thought that you of all people would wind up with more enemies than the MC.”
“Thanks Tig, that makes me feel so much better.”

He chuckled and put his arm around her shoulder as he led her inside.

---

SAMCRO MEETING:

Each of the Sons shook their heads once Jax was done explaining what all took place this morning. He went to show them the picture but realized he left it back with Angel. He hated that in the sense of knowing that was the last thing she needed. She’d continue to look at it off and on and the guilt would eat her alive.

“Then that’s that…” Chibs uttered darkly.

“They just ended the cartel. This calls for retribution.” He added.
Bobby rolled his eyes.

“That would be a big mistake.”

Jax reared back on his words “excuse me?”
“Look, I get it, trust me. I do. But we can’t afford to end this union. And retribution?! That’s out of the question. That’s just a bloodbath waiting to happen. We haven’t the manpower need to deal with the Irish!”

“This is my family we’re talking about!”

“I’m sorry, Jax. But you gotta see the bigger picture here. We take this cartel away and what happens?!”

Op cleared his throat and tossed JT’s manuscripts onto the table.
“You want to know what happens? There you go. Read up… Jax was planning on ending the cartel anyhow.”
The others regarded Jax in shock. Everyone but Chibs, he’d had a sneaking suspicion.

“You were what?” Happy asked in disbelief.

Op sighed.

“Believe me… I thought the same thing at first. Foolish move, right? We’ve never had it so good monetarily.” Op said as he reached out and tapped his fingers along the manuscripts.

“It all makes sense though and I can’t believe I’m saying this, but even if this whole ordeal with Angel hadn’t come up. I’d still have my brother’s back on this. And if each of you would take the time to read this, you’d understand why Jax is taking this route.”

Jax swallowed back on Op’s words.

“JT was right. Sam Crow died a long time ago. And it’s our responsibility coming from the home of the original Sons to see this through. Set an example for the others.”

Piney had this emotional look about him as he picked up the manuscripts. He cleared his throat as he opened the first page. He pinched the bridge of his nose for a moment.

“It exists after all.” Jax heard him murmur.

“That it does.” Jax softly replied.
Piney ran his fingers along JT’s name and Jax swore the old man was about to break down.

Chibs and Bobby however were staring one another down.

“Have ye forgotten what this club is about, brother?” Chibs questioned.

“Of course I haven’t!” He barked in return.

“Then quit being so god damn greedy ya fuckin’ stinker’s bridge. This club is about family first and foremost. The wee little boy and lass are more than blood. Therefore, the cartel has indeed ended and it is time we get the bastards back and before they do something we can’t take back! And now that Angel’s gone and exposed herself, the greedy bastards will be all too eager to get their hands on her. Unfortunately, she hadn’t any choice. If she hadn’t protected herself we’d be planning not one but two funerals. Like Jackie, I believe this was all a setup. They wanted ta test the lass and she walked right into the IRA’s trap.”

Bobby sort of laughed.

“Everything seems to evolve around her, doesn’t it?” he replied bitterly.

“Are you feeling neglected? Why don’t you come over here and sit on Papa’s knee…” Jax uttered with sheer irritation.

Bobby shook his head.

“Think about it. It’s been one thing after another…”

Everyone jumped as Jax slammed his hand down on the table. As he did this it cracked down the middle.

“YOU HAVEN’T ANY IDEA WHAT YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT, BOBBY! A GOOD 30 PERCENT OF THIS TOWN IS STILL ALIVE, BECAUSE OF MY OLD LADY! NOT A SINGLE ONE OF YOU KNOWS WHAT THIS WOMAN HAS DONE FOR CHARMING. AND SHE’S NEVER ASKED FOR ANYTHING IN RETURN. SURE, YOU KNOW ABOUT PINEY AND CLAY AND THE LITTLE THINGS YOU’VE WITNESSED HERE IN THERE. BUT THIS WOMAN HAS RISKED HER LIFE, MANY TIMES, IN ORDER TO MAKE EVEN THE SMALLEST OF DIFFERENCES. IN FACT, THREE MEMBERS OF THIS GROUP RIGHT HERE OWE HER BIG TIME. BUT THAT’S NOT WHO SHE IS. SHE NEVER EXPECTED ANYTHING IN RETURN. ALL SHE WANTED WAS TO FEEL A PART OF SOMETHING, EVEN IF THAT MEANT NO ONE EVER KNEW. AND WHAT I SAY NOW STAYS IN THIS ROOM. IT’S NOT TO GET BACK TO MY WIFE EVER! CLAY, PINEY, KENNY, ELI, PHIL, CHIBS, MY SON, NOT TO MENTION THE ENTIRE GROUP AT THAT RALLY.

Chibs reared back looking absolutely stunned. Jax nodded upon him once he took notice.

“A couple years back you had stepped out of one of the local bars. One of our rivals took a shot at you. My girl was right there. You never even knew because the man was using a silencer. That bullet would’ve hit you dead on. Chibs wouldn’t be here today if it wasn’t for Angel. And to think not a one of us took notice of her. She was always there. Just some god damn homeless girl. That’s all we saw! And I was just as guilty I nicknamed this girl the gravekeeper. How fucked up is that? When she’s so much more. And we’re not turning our backs to her! Not a fucking chance in HELL!”

He had the entire clubs attention as his eyes never let up. He had actual claws extending from his fingers. His canines had prolonged as well. The man shook as if he was fighting to shake something off. And Chibs swore he looked to be in agonizing pain.

Op hurriedly slid a shot of whiskey over.
“You might wanna down that…” he did his best to hint.

Jax nodded and took the shot. Op poured him one more and Jax lit a smoke.

“I’m guessing we need a vote…” the president declared with a growl.

“Nay!” Bobby immediately tossed out there.

“Yay!” Everyone fired back making Bobby feel gained up on.

“Hell, might as well get it over with! Let’s go ahead and see about voting Tig Trager back in.”

“You’re fucking kidding me! Traitors aren’t welcome back!”
“With all due respect I’m the one running this club NOT YOU!”

“Letting Tig back in is a foolish mistake!”

Piney sighed as his vote interrupted Bobby and Jax’s quarrel “nay.”

“Nay.” Happy.

“Yay.” Chibs.

“Yay.” Opie.

“Yay.” Jax muttered.

“Guess I better make a call.”
“Call to who?” Bobby questioned growing madder by the second.
“Juice, he’s still a part of this club.”
“He hasn’t even been here!”
“For obvious reasons. He’s coming back.”

Jax held up a finger as he got on his cellphone. It took a couple tries but once he got him on the phone; he explain what was going on…

“Yay…” he had him call out on speaker.

“Thanks, brother.”
“Don’t mention it!”

Jax slammed the gavel down on this.

“Tig’s back.” He called out as he hung up the phone.

“BULLSHIT!” Bobby sputtered as he hopped up and threw off his SAMCRO vest down on the ground and kicked at it.

“The hell with you. All of you!” He pointed to Jax.

“You’re tearing this club apart! You haven’t any idea what you’re doing! You’re young and foolish.”
“I’m my father’s son and if you don’t like it. Then there’s the door, old man! Piss off!”

Once Bobby left the room, Jax looked to the others.

“If I ever see anyone throw their cut on the ground like that again, I’ll make them fucking EAT IT!”

He finished his cigarette and took a couple minutes to gather himself. But as he did this, he could hear Bobby mutter something about how Tig deserved what he got. And Jax’s lip curled realizing he was the one behind Tig getting the shit beat out of him after all. He pushed this aside for now knowing if he didn’t he’d wind up killing the son of a bitch. He decided it best to deal with this later, considering he knew other members of the club had to of been behind this as well. Bobby couldn’t have worked alone.

“We gotta head out and see if there is any way we can fix this ordeal with the Mayans. Tomorrow night, we celebrate the return of a Son. He’s to be welcomed as we would anyone else.” He slammed his gavel down and dismissed everyone.

Chibs stayed behind as Jax was running his fingers along the damage he’d caused to the table.

“This has been here since the original nine…”

The Irish man nodded and patted Jax’s shoulder.

“And we’ll get it fixed Jackie. Don’t you worry on it…”

But as Chibs said this he couldn’t help but to notice the claw marks along Jax’s side of the table. He narrowed his eyes on this but said nothing on it. Chibs hurriedly pulled the door too, as Jax was trembling all over again.
“Easy now…” he said soothingly.

“I had no idea, Chibs. That guy was in our house while Angel and I were fucking! He managed to get past me even what the things I’m capable of now.”

Chibs looked to him in question.

“I can pick up things. Things I normally couldn’t before – such as certain scents, sounds, and I even see things differently. Yet Galen still manages to break into my house and puts a god damn gun to my son’s head! And tells him he’s going to kill his mother.”

Chibs nodded.

“Maybe ye have to be keyed in…”

Jax leaned back on this.

“Keyed in?”

“Ye weren’t expecting Galen. Therefore, ye weren’t focused enough ta pick up anything. Like ye said ye were balls deep in pussy that’s enough to keep any man preoccupied.”

Jax let out a miserable sigh.

“Chibs, if they succeed in getting Angel. She won’t live through it. You know they’re gonna drain her for everything she’s worth. They won’t even consider what it may do to her or our daughter. We saw firsthand what it did at that rally. I can only imagine what they have planned for her.”
“We won’t let that happen, Jackie. We’ll keep a good eye on her and Abel. And did ye say daughter?”

Jax managed to smile and Chibs chuckled in amusement.

---

Phil looked a bit uncomfortable as Abel handed him one of his toys.

“Um, thanks?!”

Abel nodded and kept placing more in his lap. Angel sighed.

“He wants you to play with him…”
“Oh…”

She sort of laughed and ran a hand along her tummy. The baby was a bit more active than usual today.

“Everything alright?” Gemma asked out of concern.

“Yeah, she’s just in the middle of her aerobics class.”

Gemma started to come up with something witty to say in return but refrained in awareness.

“Wait… did you say she?”
Angel smiled and nodded.
“Shit…” Gemma muttered causing Tig and Phil to gaze upon her oddly.

“Hand and foot…” Angel reminded with a mischievous grin.

Gemma shook her head.

“I’ll figure something else out.”
“That wasn’t the deal.”

Angel looked to the time seeing as how it was nearly supper.

“You know I could really go for a burger, fries, and a vanilla milkshake.” She looked to Tig and Phil.

“What about you guys? You hungry?”
They shrugged.

“A burger does sound good.” Tig said as Abel handed him a toy as well.

“That’s also not part of the deal.” Gemma muttered.

“Abel would you like some fries and a hamburger or chicken nuggets?”

He nodded with a big ole grin. Gemma rolled her eyes.

“So you wanna play that game?”

“You wouldn’t turn your own grandson down, now would you?”
Gemma rolled her eyes and grabbed her purse and keys.

“Oh and Gem?”

She stopped as she was about to head out the door.

“Make sure they put a cherry and whip cream on that shake!”

“You b…”

Angel raised her brows.

“What was that, Mom?”

She giggled as Gemma actually held off and headed on out the door. Tig reared back.

“Now what was that?”

“Payback…” Angel replied slyly.

“Um, okay…”

---

“You’ve got to be kidding me…” Jax murmured as they hurriedly killed the bikes and looked on from a distance.

The Sons couldn’t believe their eyes.

“Since when do the Mayans deal with the IRA?” Opie asked.

Jax looked as if he’d pass the fuck out.

“Hell if I know, but if either of them spots us… We’re fucked. We haven’t a choice we gotta head back. We’re in Mayan territory as it is…”

“Jaysus…” Chibs muttered under his breath knowing they had a good ride back and they’d just arrived.

But Jax was right, if they stuck around they’d wind up dead or in prison. They hadn’t any choice.

“Son of a bitch…” Jax mumbled as something else occurred to him.

“What?” Op questioned as they were pushing their bikes further out.

“I know who ratted Angel out now.”

He looked upon Jax in question.
“Think about it…”

“Shit!” Op said once it finally dawned on him.
“Exactly…”

---

Gemma sighed as she bitterly waited for the food.

“Have you seen this girl?” She heard a woman ask the man at the counter.

He narrowed his eyes and looked at the picture.

“She looks familiar, but I couldn’t be sure.” The man replied with a shrug.

The woman looked beyond flustered.

“Please, if you could just tell me something, anything…”

Gemma reared back as she caught a glimpse of the picture. She made her way over and decided to play along.

“Pretty girl… who is she?”

“My daughter…”

---

The Sons were just a few miles outside of Charming when they heard Happy holler out.

“What the fuck?!”

Jax and the rest of the MC looked back in wonder.

“What the hell is that?!” Op questioned as all they could see was the glowing eyes.

It was too dark to make out anything else. They reared back as Jax brought his gun out and reached back and began to fire. Whereas the others couldn’t make them out, he could. And they were being chased by a pack of enormous wolves…

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