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"Since everybody knows what it is that I need to do. Well do me a favor, let me worry bout me and you worry bout you.”
Tara was so absolutely euphoric after driving away from Jax that she couldn’t think straight. For the first time since before she met Kohn, she felt empowered and was excited to head home and go through all of her shopping bags and add to the baby’s room.
As she pulled the Cutlass into the driveway, she thought about talking to Jax earlier. On one hand she felt relieved for finally starting to break off the emotional entanglement, on the other she felt nervous wondering how hard it would be to keep those threads untangled.
The chemistry she and Jax shared made almost every teenage drama turn into hot sex. With how hormonal she had been lately she knew she couldn’t resist that pull if she tried. Would it be wrong to use him for sex? No! That’s exactly the weak bitch shit she needs to stay away from. She had to be stronger.
Maybe get some sex toys. Yes, that’s a better idea.
As she walked into the house, she heard a car pull into the driveway. Holy shit, it was Gemma, and Unser pulled up right behind her. Gemma got out of the car and looked pissed. The next thing that came out of Gemma’s mouth shook Tara to the core.
“Listen you crazy bitch, I don’t know what game you are playing with my son, but you told me you were getting an abortion.”
Wait. What? “No, I told you it was my choice.” Holy shit, you told Jax I had an abortion didn’t you?! You are seriously the Mother of All Lies in this little hamlet. Your end game was to convince him I killed our baby because you knew that was his deal breaker. Then you would have him under your thumb again. Your Oedipal complex is absolutely sinister, you sick bitch.”
Gemma lunged at Tara but she was quicker, slammed the door, and bolted it. She then ran to her safe room as Gemma and the Unser started pounding on the door. Unser was saying something about wanting to see her permits for the remodeling but that was obviously not the reason for his house call that coincidentally happened as Gemma pulled up.
Fuck this noise. She went to her safe room, got her gun, and dialed 911, then Jax’s number while praying that he would pick up.
As Jax watched Tara drive away, Opie pulled up next to him. “Well, I guess that didn’t go the way the prince planned now did it?”
“Oh fuck off” Jax replied.
Opie couldn’t stop laughing. “Since when did Tara ever take kindly to you commanding her to do anything.? You always knew she wasn’t going to be some ‘suck dick and serve beer’ Old Lady back when we were teenagers. What made you think she would as a grown ass woman?”
This time Jax flipped Opie off as he strapped his helmet back on.
It was too late to worry about that that “suck dick and serve beer” shit now. What rocked his world the most was that he was going to have a baby with Tara. The one thing he always wanted and he is going to get it. The cost was she won’t be with him even though she still loves him. His own stupidity is at fault, like always.
Abel is his whole world, but now he is going to have JT too and needs Tara. She is his true north. This is his chance to actually do it better. She is staying and he will make sure she is safe. That’s the least he can do. He knows he can’t watch her move on with someone else but he will figure that out later.
Just then he got a phone call from Tara. He didn’t even finish saying ‘Yeah?” when she interrupted. “Jax, you need to come get your mom. She is screaming and pounding on my front door. I’m safe inside but Unser is with her and I’m scared she’ll get away with murdering me.”
Three Days Earlier
When Jax left the pharmacy to confront Gemma about Tara still being in town, she tried to play stupid. Then he dropped the baby bomb on her and she said, “What?! I saw her at the grocery store…”
That’s when Jax lost it. “You knew that at least she was still in town. You knew that the Irish are looking for her to settle the score and she’s the easiest target. They don’t like leaving anyone alive.” He couldn’t fathom how twisted this woman’s brain was.
“So you were ok with her being a target but now you’re not because she’s pregnant with your grandchild? You are one sick bitch.”
Gemma knew the shit was deep with him and Tara but letting this high school sweetheart gash bullshit interfere with her family was too far. He couldn’t talk to her like this.
“We are supposed to meet Tuesday because she has plans. I sent a prospect straight to her house just to make sure she stays safe and she never made it back from the pharmacy. She’s not answering her cell phone for anyone.”
Gemma started to interrupt, but Jax cut her down with an evil look she hadn’t seen since JT almost beat a man to death for disrespecting her. At that moment she knew he had snapped.
“You are exactly why Old Ladies aren’t privy to club dealings. You think you’re the Queen Mother but have the maternal instincts of a pit viper. You will stay the fuck out of my personal life and any club business from this point on. Go worry your own shit for once.”
With even more venom, Jax finished. “You and your lapdog, Unser, better pray nothing happens to her.”
Gemma knew right then and there that this gash had to go for good. She had to take back control. She knew just who to call and how to do it.