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“You'll come to me out of the long ago, warm as the wind, soft as the kiss of snow.”
As Tara finished the story of the Slavic curse, Jax had no clue what to say. The only thing he could think was what the actual fuck. Just carrying the burden of one of the legacies was overwhelming; she had to live in fear for all of those years, lose both of her parents, deal with that psycho Kohn, and now all of the bullshit he had put her through.
He didn’t have time to dwell on it, when they heard a song. What the hell? They both looked at each other. Tara realized it was, “Somewhere, My Love” from Doctor Zhivago. All Tara could think was what is it with all of her psycho stalkers and Andy Williams songs? First Josh with that creepy song when he was getting ready to rape her and now these Russian nut jobs.
The safe room was soundproofed and encased in several layers of steel, lead, and hidden behind a fake panel. The Fenians spared no expense. There were cameras feeding to monitors in the safe room and they could see the men moving through the house.
She grabbed her Beretta and Jax had his gun. A man’s voice speaking in Russian could be heard. Tara understood everything he said and mouthed it to Jax. “Find her and bring her to us alive. Kill Teller on sight.”
Jax grabbed his gun and a rifle. Tara recognized the men as the bounty hunters that the Fenians spotted in Stockton. They started calling out her name in the creepiest way possible. “Tara, come out, come out wherever you are. It’s time for you to come home.”
These people really thought of her as her grandmother. The fact that she literally looks just like her, they really are under the delusion that she’s some kind of folk tale princess that’s going to break a ridiculous curse. She thought of her grandmother and what it must have been like trapped with these kinds of men. Just hearing these assholes made her skin crawl.
Just then, Tara received a text from her cousin. The Fenians were coming for them through one of the panels with an escape route. She looked at Jax, “It could be a ruse but it’s our only way out of here without risking the baby if I’m shot or injured. The baby is more important than me.
He couldn’t let either the Russians or the Fenians take her and their baby away from him. He barely survived the eleven years they were apart and something this bonkers would destroy him. All he thought about when she came back was throwing her over his shoulder and marrying her immediately.
The Russians weren’t going to stop that from happening. If he had to go to Russia with her, he had an idea based off of one of the details she told him about the curse. That tiny detail might just break the curse and give her the happily ever after she deserved.
“Tara don’t say that. I’m here and we are getting out of this together. I will die protecting you and our baby if I have to.” Jax then kissed her deeply. She felt that small bloom of love that always lured her back into his web. She then thought for a hot second that going with the Russians might be a better deal than falling back down into his rabbit hole.
”If the Russians are on the other side of this, we need to be dressed to go there and it’s really fucking cold there right now.” Tara put on a white robe with a fur-trimmed hood and threw an ushanka hat at Jax with a dark coat. Jax laughed, “What in the Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy is this mess?” Tara gave him that look that always shut him up.
“Come on Doctor Zhivago, it’s show time.”