The Pull | Jax Teller

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Jax couldn't count down the seconds fast enough to get back to Charming. He wanted to head straight to his house. He knew Delilah was home with Abel. Right now, for him, paradise was burying himself inside his Old Lady. He just needed Delilah. He wanted her and he would prefer to isolate himself with just her and his son.

However, to maintain a united front, he followed the guys back to the clubhouse. He didn't veer off. He stayed in formation behind Clay. He fought the urge to run his stepfather down. After all, his President had casually threatened to murder him if he continued to press him on the fact he murdered Donna.

It's something he knew he would never forget. Something that he would keep in the back of his mind as long as Clay was President. The fact his stepfather said it with no hesitation also really shifted something in him. He knew Clay needed to be a cold and calculated man, but it made him wonder the lengths Clay had gone to in keeping whatever other secrets he has buried.

It made him think that maybe Phillip Carmine didn't just get murdered for being a junkie. He knew in turning the club around he would have to bring in more people. Maybe opening up to Lip would be the next step. He knew Lip would have his back. Jax knew the weight of the gavel can't just rest on him.

He pulled into his designated spot and found as expected his mom waiting outside of the office. He gave Gemma a genuine smile. He had noticed since her car accident she had been acting differently. Delilah labeled it as a mortal jolt as that was what Rosie told her. He just hoped that whatever his mom was dealing with that she would eventually work through it.

As she greeted Clay, he wondered what she would do if she knew that Clay had threatened to kill him. He noticed that her welcoming of Clay was a little stiff. Yet, as she approached him he could tell something was wrong.

"Hey, baby," she greeted with a kiss on his cheek.

"Hey, Ma. How's Delilah and Abel?" She didn't answer fast enough and his body stiffened. "What?"

"Delilah is fine," Gemma answered before she paused making his shoulders tense. "But she was rear-ended yesterday, baby." Gemma pointed towards the car that was on the lot.

Jax blinked then blinked again. He eyed the lot and he spotted her Ford. That was more than a fucking rear-end her car was totaled. "She didn't fucking call me."

"She's fine, baby," Gemma soothed. "Just a few bumps and bruises. She's fine. I was with her last night. She didn't even need to go to the hospital."

All of that didn't help the swirl of emotions going through him. He ignored his mom calling out for him as he slapped on his helmet and peeled off the lot. He could hear Lip's bike roar behind him, but he ignored it.

...

Jax threw his bag on the floor of the foyer as he didn't bother closing it as despite his haze of anger he was aware of Lip behind him. He checked the guest room where Isla was still sleeping. Peeking in Abel's room, his boy was passed out.

Finally, he entered the bedroom where he found Delilah tangled in the sheets.

Luckily there didn't seem to be any bruises on her legs. He stepped closer to her. Looking at her face, he found a swollen bump on her head, and her lip split and swollen.

"Jesus Christ." He muttered harshly.

Delilah's eyes popped open in a panic as she found Jax hovering over her. A yelp almost worked its way out of her throat as she slapped a hand to her chest. He could see the genuine fear in her eyes that unsettled him.

"Christ, Jax."

"Why in the fuck didn't you call me?" He asked as he sat on the edge of the bed. She could tell he was angry at her, but the obvious concern was making him rein back the need to chew into her.