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“Talking to herself ‘There's no one else who needs to know.’ She tells herself memories back when she was bold and strong. And waiting for the world to come along. Swears she knew him, now she swears he's gone.”
Jax looked at Roosevelt and Patterson. “Can I get a minute with my wife?” Both Patterson and Roosevelt looked at Jax. “That’s entirely up to her. Do you want to speak privately with Mr. Teller or would you like one of us to stay?”
Tara looked at Jax and honestly couldn’t read his expression. The cold mask he wore since she came home from jail was on. “I’ll be ok. Just stand by the door please.”
Tara sat at the desk and Jax stood next to her. It was his way of asserting dominance in almost any disagreement they had. This time, she felt a lethal edge to it.
”Why were you at Diosa?”
Tara looked at him and something in her snapped. “How long have you been fucking her? That can’t have been the first time based on Juice’s detailed directions and absolute shit-eating grin when he gave me the exact coordinates. I knew he was sending me into something shitty and that she was a ‘business associate.’ You are disgusting.” Tara had to control the urge to slap the shit out of him right then and there.
“Gemma also passed on your ‘go away or pass away’ message too. So I’m going away. My mental health is not good right now. Gemma has the boys and you can go play house with the whore.”
She removed the wedding rings and placed them on the desk and stood up.
Jax went to block her from standing up. “Where do you think you’re going? We have shit with the Irish and this lawyer up shit from Patterson cannot happen.”
Tara laughed. “You should have thought about that before fucking a whore and having Gemma deliver your ‘go away or pass away’ message to me. At least be man enough to threaten me yourself.”
Jax was pissed. “What the hell are you talking about? What message?”
”Oh please, Gemma told me today that my betrayal was unforgivable. Do I know who my husband is and what he’s capable of? That I needed to understand on every level that I would not be raising my children. It’s my decision on how they learn about me. ‘Mommy went away or mommy passed away.’”
Tara paused and looked at Jax. Some emotion slipped through but she still couldn’t read him.
“I was coming to talk to you about all of this but you made it very clear today that our marriage and family is not a priority. You chose a whore over your wife and sons. Maybe she can watch the boys so you can go play with the Irish.”
It felt good to finally dump all of this on him. “Thanks to my poor decision making in life and love I now have a dead hand, a dead career, and a dead marriage. I’m going to get the help I’ve needed for a long time but put on hold for you. All I’ve gotten in return is actual physical pain, heartbreak, and a 7-panel STD test appointment when I get to the hospital because of your affinity for high-traffic zone rancid pussy.”
Jax tried one more ploy. “The boys need you, Tara. We need you at home.”
“Oh shut the fuck up with your gaslighting. Your boys need you. Try being a father for five fucking minutes and maybe you’ll know what family actually means.
“I will never rat. You’re doing a good enough job sending yourself to prison. You created your own problems today, so you can figure out how to deal with them. And good luck finding a lawyer after you threatened Lowen with a gun.”