THE LOST BOY ♡♡ JT.♡♡

WHAT FRESH HELL

Jax had sat in Maureen's living room and listened to Fiona, She hadn't had anything that was helpful. All she knew was that Jimmy was recruiting again. Fiona had explained that Jimmy had recruited kids some years ago and that the soldiers were well-trained and bloodthirsty, just how Jimmy wanted them.  Jax had learned that the girl who had been with his son was one of the first child soldiers Jimmy had recruited. The information had sent shivers down his neck. She could be working with Jimmy. She could have played them from the start. He had waited for her to make the next move, but he hadn't seen or heard from her since arriving in town. Later lying on his bed unable to sleep, he heard footsteps on the stairs. Trinity appeared in the doorway. 

"My, Ma doesn't trust this place to have clean sheets." Trinity quipped. As she places a set of fresh sheets down.

"Good to know," he said.

He immediately moved to sit up as her eyes set hard on his Glock and holster hanging on his bed.

"It's gonna be a rough one isn't it?"

"I don't know," Jax said

"I'm sorry about your son. I wasn't here when he got here. Lilly never said anything." Jax's eyebrows furrowed, He watched as Trinity's hands moved with nervous energy. She folded her arms across her chest and took a deep breath.

"Look, I know that ya gonna hear a load of shite about Lilly. But she is a good person. A good friend. She does what she has to for the real army because she hasn't got a choice."

"yeah," Jax replied. He wanted to grill the girl about her friend but Juice came into the room.

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No wonder Kellan had protection, Belfast was like a war zone. The truck got sprayed with bullets on the way to drop Fiona and Kerryanne off, lucky No shots found any targets but had not been what Jax or SAMCRO had been expecting, Jax was hoping to talk to Lilith, but as they pulled up outside the church, Kallen's two other foot soldiers, The Casey's had quickly scooped the girls up taking them into the rectory, the lads and Trinity were left outside in the dark silent abandoned neighborhood without a word. Later at Chapel, the sons had figured out that it wasn't Jimmy that attacked them, but someone trying to get at Jimmy. Jax left Chapel with doubts. He knew one thing for sure, there was a rat in SAMBEL. After being sat around the SAMBEL ally for a few hours with the welcome party in full swing, Jax decided he would take his frustration out on the person who he thought was the traitor. 

O'neill taunted Jax as he stepped up to fight, Jax let the Irish man hit him hard in the nose, and he felt the blood trickle down his lip which only enraged Jax more, he bounced on his feet, From left to right he evaded the second strake before burying his first into O'Neils face. Jax drove his knuckles into O'Neil's face in quick succession."Come on." He beckoned, his tone impatient. O'Neil took another couple of hits to the face as Jax slammed his weight behide each punch. O'Neil's head fell into his hands as he groaned in pain, he bent over to catch his breath, the prospect called it. 

"Jax wins." He shouted. Jax held his first into the air in glee, happy he hadn't disgraced his charter by losing, and feeling a little less frustrated, he felt better. 

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Lillith had been locked in the rectory all day, she was surprised when Kellan had sent the Caseys with Fiona and Kerryanne, she had been watching them since They got into town. So when it came to them going near SAMCRO, Kellan had seemed to want to keep her away and by his side, where no doubt he could keep an eye on her. She was standing guard on the steps of St. Matts when Kellan came out and ordered her to drive him the short distance to Maureen's, driving into the ally, she noticed that the end of the ally outside the SAMBEL clubhouse was buzzing with activity, she got out of the car and opened the back door for Kellan, she sighed as she shut the door behind the priest, and dug her hands into the front pockets of her jeans, She loved a club party and god knows she could do with a go in the ring. I could give that smug twat, O'Neil a good kicking.