Black Water | Jax Teller

Chapter 3

Gemma watched from behind the blinds of the office as Jax smoked his hundredth cigarette of the day and it was only ten minutes past noon. She knew her son was in a foul mood. Gemma honestly felt she woke up knowing he was going to be in a sour mood after yesterday. So she wasn't surprised when she came, in the morning, to open the shop up to see him already working on some cars. She knew better to question it as she wasn't going to complain about work getting done and possibly getting ahead of schedule. It didn't take long to deduce his mood had to do something with Vanessa.

In the six years Jax had been with Vanessa, she had come to know very well when the two were going through a disagreement. Her son would put up this cold front where everyone got fucking burned. The only reason he was probably pissed was because Vanessa most likely getting the upper hand on him in an argument.

Gemma could admit she honestly didn't mean to start anything between the two, when she told Vanessa about Abel's attitude over the weekend. She thought Vanessa should have known, considering she was trying to send her grandbaby to a head shrink, something she was against. However, Abel was one to never give lip or be disrespectful to anyone, especially his family. Vanessa was a good mother and was raising her grandson to be a respectful young man. So she really didn't think of it when she told her how Abel threw a temper tantrum.

She didn't think something like that would cause them to get into even more of a funk. However, she did receive a phone call yesterday where Luann dropped the dime on her son, unknowingly of course. Sometimes she wondered how she raised such a dumbass for a kid. She knew Vanessa had kept her legs locked from Jax since he moved back in the clubhouse. It was a tactic that Vanessa surprisingly didn't use a lot like other old ladies. Vanessa, in the past, used it effectively. It was never about control, but proving a point. It was a fine line that Vanessa managed to master unlike most. However considering the nature of the separation of her son and daughter in law, it wasn't effective. She knew realistically her son would never stop having sex, for a whole year at that, and she even suspected Vanessa knew that. Yet, her son could have some common sense in at least indulging in road pussy away from home and not porn pussy, the same porn pussy, that got him kicked out the house to begin with.

Gemma grabbed her cigarette and sunglasses as she walked out of the office and over to where her troubled son sat sulking. At least she knew where Abel got his attitude from and she knew Jax and Abel got that from JT. Jax gave her a nod as a greeting, but kept his lips occupied with his cigarette.

"Trying to become Lenny?" She quipped as she thought about John's former Sergeant in Arms, who was recently diagnosed with throat cancer from his 3 pack a day smoking habit. Jax looked at her blankly as he pushed some smoke out his nose. She could tell he barely got any sleep. She was tempted to tell him to go to sleep or better yet grovel to Vanessa for some forgiveness or pussy.

Gemma lit her own cigarette. She eyed him critically in his cut that proudly displayed him as President. With the motorcycle accident, nearly two years ago, that nearly took out her old man, because of his hands, Clay relinquished the reigns of President to her son. He had been handling the transition well even with the dark cloud that had been hanging over his family for nearly a year. She wished her son wouldn't have to know the pain he was feeling. As a mother she wished she could have protected her son from every feeling that meant him harm. And this pain she was quite familiar with.

His silence didn't bother her. Taking another hit from her cigarette, she decided to get to the real reason she's over here, "Fight with Vanessa?" She knew she hit the jackpot as his nostrils flared the telltale Jax Teller sign of his anger. Even though she already knew why they were at odds, she couldn't help but be disappointed in her son. She had no problem in letting him know either, "What did you expect going to Cara Cara?"