The Pull | Jax Teller

Children of the Corn

Men, Delilah thought, they are all so predictable. She's not surprised that Jax would mention this to her as they were both in bed a sweaty mess. She was nothing but a pile of sated limbs and was ready to fall asleep. She was sure that she could probably agree to anything he told her. But her eyes popped open at his words and was unsure if she heard him correctly. In fact, maybe having a sated mind made her hear things clearly.

She leaned up on the bed and her green eyes looked down at him. He was able to meet her eyes with a sheepish smile as she mulled over his words.

The club was getting into the porn business. Scratch that they were already in the porn business and Jax was in charge of this. The two of them would be working together. She wondered how much of this was for the club's benefit or his way of proving a point to her.

She didn't think that Jax or the club were going to interfere much. It was clear that this would eliminate their debt. They would provide the extra security that they needed and It saved Luann's business and her job for sure. She was just annoyed.

"You're mad."

"I don't know, honestly." She answered. She was pissed that Luann didn't tell her immediately despite Jax telling her that he told Luann to let him tell her. "I mean I'm glad the club - you - want legitimate income."

"Del, we're not going to be interfering with how you and Luann run the place. Just think of us as landlords and security."

Delilah snorted. "What you do to Georgie anyway?"

Jax's face hardened. "It's been handled."

Delilah raised an eyebrow. "My split lip attests to that."

Jax sat up straighter. He pointed a finger at her while he grabbed his pack of cigarettes. "You should have told me that he was a problem. I need to know this shit."

"Jax, I didn't think it would get to physical violence." Delilah defended. The man was only stealing talent and he had the means to do it.

"I don't care. I need to know this shit." Jax repeated as he lit his cigarette. "Christ, Del, what if he decided to do worst than slap you and Lyla around."

"Jax - "

"No, I don't want to hear you didn't expect it to get to this point or whatever bullshit excuse." Jax exhaled a deep breath. "Do you think I liked walking into St. Thomas seeing that? Do you think I liked hearing from Otto what has been going on at Cara Cara?"

"I'm sorry, okay." Delilah apologized. Delilah scooted closer to him and took out his filthy cigarette from his mouth as she straddled his lap. "I didn't...I didn't think it was going to get this bad. And we rarely talk about work anyways."

"Well, now we don't have any excuse not to."

Delilah rolled her eyes. She pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "I love you."

"I love you too," Jax replied, but he took his hand and gripped her face. "I'm being serious, you have to trust me to protect you."

"I do trust you."

"Anything else you need to tell me?" Jax edged.

He watched as Delilah's shoulders sagged. "You can't say anything."

Jax looked at her worried. "What is it?"

"Don has cirrhosis. With treatment, if he follows it -"

"He's dying?"

"If he doesn't stop drinking."

"Shit," Jax muttered. "When did you find out?"

"When we went to the doctor's appointment. He wants to keep it hush-hush, but I think Lip deserves to know."