Camaron Hayes has taken Abel and SAMCRO is currently searching for him. They are en route to Vancouver, where they believe Abel is located. Meanwhile, Gemma receives an unexpected call from an unknown girl in Ireland. The question remains: will Jax...
Jax Looked up as he heard the sound of cell doors being opened and keys jangling. He smiled at Harry, one of the day guards on H block, who appeared at his cell door. Harry was an older man in his sixties and a decent and respectful guard.
"Hey, what's up man?" Jax asked.
"Warden has had a phone message for you." Jax's heart sank, knowing the only time inmates got phone messages, where when the outside needed to inform them of something important that had happened on the outside, like a death in the family or your kid's birth, and since Tara had snubbed any chance of it being a birth announcement, Jax knew it wouldn't be anything good, he just hoped it wasn't his Monther's heart again.
"Here kid," Harry said as he passed Jax the folded paper with the message printed on it.
"Thanks, man." Jax rubbed the corners of the paper between his fingers relucted to read what was on it. Harry nodded and walked away leaving Jax standing in his cell, his heart beating far too fast for a man who isn't moving. Slowly he unfolded the paper and his eyes danced across the letters. Jax's stomach lurched as he bent and dropped to his knees, throwing his head over the toilet bowl as he emptied the contents of his stomach. His hand shook as he tried to steady himself over the toilet next to his bed. His tears ran down his face as he let out a muffled sob. He closed his eyes as he imagined her smile, the way her hair bounced as she walked, the smell of her scent as she held him in her arms. The four-leaf clover tattoo that decorated her shoulder. Jax thought about how he had run his fingers across the small delicate tattoo as they lay in bed. He heard the sound in his ears of her giggle as he touched it because she was so ticklish.
Jackie,
Sambel called. A body was pulled out of the Irish Sea. The body is believed to be that of a female. But is badly degraded by the exposure to the water. The only identifying marks are a four-leaf clover tattoo on the right shoulder. Trinity confirmed that it was my Lilly. Sorry brother, your mother and I will make arrangements. My girl will be at peace now.
Chibs.
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Jax stood and took a few deep breaths."Come on man; he mumbled to himself. "Pull yourself together." A wave of nausea washed over him again when Chibs popped into his head. He needed to call the clubhouse and let Chibs know he had received the news.
Jax found himself in a cramped hallway, surrounded by phones that lined the walls. The queue was endless, no matter what time of day it was. He folded his arms, trying not to inhale too deeply, as the stench of the men around him was unbearable. Jax's eyes wandered down the line, catching sight of a greasy man staring back at him. The man's prison shirt was covered in what looked like a week's worth of food stains. Jax shuddered in disgust and looked further down the line, only to spot a man in a white wife beater joining the queue. As the line shuffled forward, Jax realized he was next. He watched the man in front of him use the phone, his heart racing as their eyes met. Suddenly, Jax was pushed forward, and before he could react, the phone cord was wrapped around his neck. The line of men disappeared. He felt a sharp pain in his ribs as a makeshift knife was plunged into him, not once, not twice, but three times. Jax was powerless to respond as he collapsed to the ground, gasping for air. Jax pressed his hand against the bleeding entry wound as he howled in pain, it felt sticky. He realized that his hands were covered in blood. His attacker bent in front of him as he spoke in Russian.
