Black Water | Jax Teller

Chapter 11

Vanessa went to respond, but she found herself at a loss for words as her mouth hung open. She found herself frozen in her seat as she knew she had no way out of this. There was no escaping this kitchen or the fact that Jax knew about her seeing someone else. Jax wasn't stupid and she knew from how she arrived at the hospital was the only clue he needed to know that something was up with her.

Jax finally looked at her his eyes set in fury. She didn't need his nostrils to flare to know he was pissed. She recognized his cold fury. Even beneath it she could see the hurt that she would do this to him. "Don't lie to me." He told her when a clench jaw.

She knew it would be pointless to lie, but she knew she needed to say her words carefully.

Vanessa closed her mouth and took a deep breath as she found her voice. "Jax...I –"

She wasn't prepared when he slammed his hand on the table as he stood up and knocked his chair over from the force. The abrupt movement caused her to jump in her own chair and to release a frighten squeal of shock as she coiled into herself.

Vanessa knew in her heart Jax would never lay his hands on her. But she knew her husband was a violent man. His hands were capable of many things that she tried not to dwell on. She also knew her husband had a limit. She believed he wouldn't hurt her, in her heart she clung to that belief, but she feared what he would do to Heath. She watched as the Reaper on his back stare at her as her husband gripped the edge of their countertop that his fingers were white. She was all too aware of the implications of what that Reaper meant.

"What's his name?" Jax growled.

Vanessa stood up from her chair as she tried to steady her heartbeat and reminded herself she didn't need to be scared of Jax despite the anger he may have been feeling at the moment. She walked slowly towards him, stopping halfway, "Jax –"

The words she was going to say died in her throat as Jax straightened his spin and clenched his fists. She wasn't prepared when he whipped around to face her and closed the distance between them. He backed her into the edge of the dining room table where it dug uncomfortably in her lower back. He had one hand gripping her left bicep painfully while with his other hand he had his ring covered finger pointing in her face, "Are you fucking him?"

As the words left his mouth his grip moved from painful to bruising and she bit back the wince. "Jax you-"

"Are you fucking him!" He roared in your face.

Any fear or calm nature she tried to hold on to instantly dissipated as she pushed him back hard. She rubbed her left arm that was surly red with his fingertips and moved away from their wooden kitchen table. She knew deep down he didn't have the right to be angry considering everything that he had done to her and he had crossed the line with grabbing her like that.

"You have no right to ask me that." Despite her voice being shaky, the cold venom was present. He didn't have the right to be mad or even ask that question after the countless women that he shared his bed with since they separated.

In his resolve, Vanessa thought she may have said the wrong thing as the raw fury that was in his face – his whole body – completely vanished. It seemed a mask fell over his face – a cold front – was aimed directly at her.

He didn't come near her. He slowly backed away from her and his eyes turned a cold hard steely blue. "I don't have the right to be angry when my wife is fucking another man." He commented mockingly.

"So what? You can fuck that boney porn star, who I imagine is probably on your speed dial, but I'm supposed to keep my legs locked like a nun? What about the whores on your runs too?" She hissed at him and her eyes were fighting unshed tears as she felt the tip of her nose turn red as her emotions were breaching the surface.