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...
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Lillith could feel the silent tears falling down her cheeks. She had fought for the past hour not to cry. As she stood staring at her pale complexion in the bathroom mirror, she didn't recognize herself, Since she realized she was in love with Jax and had Thomas back in her arms, she had convinced herself that she had to be someone else other than Lillith Frances, Thr Irish IRA soldier, for Jax to fall for her and be a good Mother. So she let herself fall into the role of Lillith Telford, devoted Daughter, Mother, and Wife. However, she had reached her breaking point. This was not who she truly was. She couldn't pretend to be someone she wasn't, not even for Jackson Teller. She couldn't be like his meek ex-love The Doctor Or A Croweater. If that was what he was looking for, he would never find it in her.
Lillith let out a heavy sigh, washed her face, applied her forgotten signature red lipstick, and changed into a pair of skinny jeans and a white T-shirt. She put on her Dr Martine boots and threw her leather jacket on, picked up Jax's truck keys, and walked out of the house.
Lillith knocked on Layla's front door a little louder than she had meant to, Opie's wife and her maid of honor opened the door with a look of confusion but smiled in greeting.
"Hey, Lillith what are you doing here?"
"Hiya, can I come in?" Lillith didn't wait for an answer as she skimmed past the petite blond.
"Opie isn't here, He's with Jax at Caracara, getting the place up and running. it's so exciting isn't it?" Layla babbled as she closed the door behind them.
"Layla, I don't care where Jax is now, but I do wanna know if he is fucking Ima?"
"Ima! No of cour-" Lillith held her hand in the air to stop Layla from talking.
"Layla, I like you I do, I think you're a grand girl and I hope we can be friends, best friends maybe, But please don't lie to me, because I am not above slapping the truth outta ya."
Layla placed her hands on her hips and stared Lillith down.
"Jesus Christ the Irish accent comes out when your pissed...Sit your arse down BFF and let's talk about that rancid pussy Ima."
Lillith dropped down in a chair at the kitchen table accepted the beer Layla handed her and listened. Layla told her everything about Ima's antics with Jax, she was his go-to croweater, and then when he got back with Tara and he ended things after Abel went missing, Jax jumped straight back into bed with Ima, Layla tried to tell her that she thought Jax regretted that action, and She did believe that Jax had not touched the little bitch since he had been back from Ireland. What got her blood boiling was the information that Ima thought that she could have Jax and become his old lady and that she was confident enough to challenge any woman whom Jax showed an interest in.
Layla explained that the club where opening their second legitimate business, a porn studio called CaraCara, and that Jax had asked Layla to get Ima to drop by and see Opie and discuss the terms of her employment, as she worked at the new porn studio. Jax had planned to be home tonight. Ima had just been so eager to catch Jax before he left, she'd turned up early. She wasn't expecting Lillith to be there. Lillith felt disappointed, that Jax hadn't talked to her about anything. If she'd known about CaraCara she wouldn't have jumped to conclusions. Lillith wondered why he hadn't trusted her with club business.
