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“'Cause what you see, you might not get and we can bet, so don't you get souped yet. Scheming on a thing, that's a mirage. I'm trying to tell you now, it's sabotage.”
Jax walked out of the office without Tara and told the guys to follow him. “Do you think she ratted?” asked Tig.
“No, but I have to get a new lawyer and my mom is in it too because she talked some shit to her. I’m going to straighten that out now.”
Jax paused to light a cigarette. “I have to figure some things out real quick if the shit with the Irish is going to go through. I’m not going to let anything mess that up. Chibs, you’re point man on everything for the prison transport in case I can’t make it.”
Jax knew he had to figure shit out real quick because he had a limited window to catch Clay and deal with Galen. Clay was going to meet Mayhem no matter what it took.
He would deal with Tara later.
Jax had to go talk to Gemma and find out what the fuck she actually said to Tara that would have her drive to Stockton. They were all so fucked now. How the hell were they going to deal with Clay and Galen? Gemma wouldn’t be babysitting based off of Patterson’s statement about her needing legal counsel too.
As he walked into her kitchen he saw her feeding Thomas while Abel colored at the table. “What are you doing here, Jax? I heard Tara ‘ran into you ‘ at Diosa. What the hell did that bitch think of your new girlfriend? I would have loved to see her face.” Gemma’s smug smile was soon replaced with concern when Jax looked like he was going to kill her.
Unser walked into the room and Jax very coldly said, “Unser, take the boys in the front room, I need to speak with Gemma privately. She lit a cigarette and leaned back against the sink.
“What did you say to her?” I need the whole truth.” The dark look in Jax’s eyes brought her right back down to Earth.
“What do you mean, did that bitch make up more shit about me? You know you can’t trust her, baby.” Gemma put her cigarette out in the sink.
“Don’t play games. TELL ME NOW!” as he slammed a fist on the table.
Gemma jumped and knew not to fuck with him. “I told her that she betrayed you and that she needed to give up on the delusion she was taking our boys anywhere.” She tried to maintain her composure but Jax walked up to her and said, “SIT DOWN.”
Gemma knew to comply.
“Tara turned herself into Patterson asking for a safe place to stay until trial because you threatened her. She is getting a psych evaluation with a 48-72 hour hold for telling them she is suicidal. She told them about finding me at Diosa and your ‘threat.’ So I’m not going to ask again WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU SAY?”
Gemma swallowed hard. “I told her that she would not be raising the boys and that she could choose between going away or passing away” She looked at Jax and in that moment knew she fucked up big time.
“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING? Patterson told me to lawyer up because our deal was on hold and that YOU need to seek counsel too.”
Gemma’s face instantly went white as a sheet. “That bitch RATTED on us?!”
“No ma, she actually didn’t. What you said to her now has all of us fucked over. Shit with the Irish is now a fucking mess because she found me at Diosa after you apparently told her she was was going to die. That’s a direct threat and I have no idea what they’ll book you on but we both need lawyers.”
Gemma dug deep down into her mommy dearest trick bag and resorted to pleading. ”I was just trying to put some sense into her head. And her fake miscarriage will get her in more trouble.”
Jax looked at her like she was the dumbest box of rocks. “No ma, it won’t. Her competency is now being questioned and Patterson can say we drove her over the edge. She would wipe Tara’s slate clean if she knew it meant nailing us.” He paused and stepped up to her.
”You need to get a lawyer because Lowen is not an option and figure out what we’ll do with Thomas and Abel while Tara is sorting out her shit.”