The Pull | Jax Teller

Better Half

Delilah wearing a light green pantsuit, walked into the living room and found Jax in the dining room scouring the Christmas decoration totes. He had Abel in his swing.

She was surprised when she woke up to find him already out of bed. Now she was surprised to even see him cleaning, or whatever he was doing. She had noticed since the lockdown, Jax had been tense. His mind seemed to be far away.

"Hey," she greeted.

Jax looked up from the tote. He walked over and planted a kiss on her lips. "Morning."

She looked over his shoulder at the tote. "You looking for something?"

Jax ran a hand through his hair. "Yeah, an old Harley manual. Did you happen to place one here by mistake?"

Delilah shook her head. "No, I don't think so. You sure it's here and not at the clubhouse?"

"Not sure," he said with a slight frown.

"I would ask your mom as well. She helped put some things away too." Her hand cupped his cheek. "Is everything okay, Jax?"

His blue eyes roamed over her and pressed a kiss to her knuckles over the ring he gave her for Christmas. "Everything's fine."

Delilah wasn't too sure she believed him, but she trusted that if there was something to worry about he would let her know. "I'll see you after work." She told him before she pressed another kiss to his lips. It managed to bring another smile to his lips as he brought her back for another one.

"See ya later."

Jax watched as Delilah gave Abel a few kisses before leaving the house.

His shoulders sagged as he didn't particularly like lying to Delilah. However right now he needed to figure out where his head was at before he began dumping shit all over Delilah.

And his biggest concern was that he doesn't fucking know where his father's manuscript is at. He thought he was done with it after they did the hit on Hefner as murdering someone went against exactly what his father was advocating against. Jax had come to the realization that for the club to move in the opposite direction things would have to get bloody.

And things would have to happen slowly. The men loved the money too much. He knew it would be a hard sell so he needed a plan. He needed to find more sources of income so guys didn't get scared by the initial sting of losing the gun-running income.

He knew it was going to be hard though.

He's sure he would have Opie and Lip in his pocket, but the other guys they've been outlawing for most of their life. Outlaw was all they knew. The blood and violence were second nature to them. He couldn't just expect men to walk away. He expected the mother charter would lose members.

His greatest adversary would be Clay.

Clay never was one to like change. And with almost 20 years as head of the table, Clay wasn't going to want to give it up or really appreciate someone trying to change his legacy.

Jax looked down at Abel, who was swinging his plastic keys. He smiled. Abel was his legacy.

. . .

Isla and Ellie were sitting at their usual lunch table far away from the crowd and cliques that inhabit middle school.

Both girls weren't antisocial. Between the two of them, Isla was the more social out of the two. Isla was part of more groups and clubs, but most of that came from Lip being able to afford those things.

Though the girls were only on the cusp of their teen years, they were very aware of how people viewed their families. It was the reason why the girls were either invited out of fear of Gemma making a fuss they were excluding the girls, or not invited for fear of the stink of the club threatening a good time.