The Pull | Jax Teller

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Jax watched with a clenched jaw as the ambulance takes Chibs to St. Thomas. He knew that his campaign for a smart retaliation was now a fruitless victory. The guys will want a full frontal retaliation. Consequences be damned and he knew that he can't stop this vote from passing.

And god Jax would love to give Otto his eye back and for Chibs to not have a crack in his skull and his blood staining the pavement. Yet, he knew a hasty retaliation wouldn't be giving his brothers the retribution they deserve.

But Delilah was right what happens after this? Zobelle was slowly, but surely testing the club. He was always ten steps ahead of them damaging the already fractured club. Jax believed there would be nothing left to happen to the club after this.

He looked up to the pitch black sky and wished for some divine intervention or maybe for his dad to be here next to him. He wondered if his father was shaking his head and scowling at him for letting this club get this far into this beef with Zobelle. Jax wondered if he would've taken the truth about Donna to the table if it would've gotten him to be the head of the table. He would've been able to effectively lead the club through these trouble waters. Trouble waters that Clay seemed to have no plan to avoid or defend them from.

It would be too easy for him to put the blame solely on Clay when there was a table full of guys and the club was a democracy.

He knew, however, nothing further could be done when the club took another vote in 10 minutes. He was about to check on his mom when Hale stopped him.

"This was Zobelle."

Jax didn't deny it. "Otto, now Chibs. This guy's trying to break us. All of us."

"There's gotta be something we can find on this guy." Hale insisted.

"He doesn't make mistakes." Jax proclaimed. "I pushed us off retaliation for Otto, but after this, Clay will go at Zobelle full bore. I got a bad feeling we'll be walking right into a trap."

"Then don't play it out."

Jax couldn't help the smirk that pulled his lips. "Not the way this works. Someone hurts us like this, we retaliate. Have to."

"That's it?" Hale questioned incredulously. "You're gonna run blind off the cliff?"

"Maybe not." Jax voiced as he eyed Hale. He knew Unser will always be in Clay's corner, but Hale wasn't. Plus, it's obvious Zobelle had something on Hale and he felt maybe an ounce of guilt for now exploiting that for the better interest of the club. "If I can get to Zobelle first, I can protect the club."

"What happens when you find him?"

"You tell me." Jax offered.

"You asking me to help Sam Crow?"

"We both know this guy's got some kind of leverage on you. Think of it as a self-serving favor."

"I go off the grid and I help you find this guy, you've got to promise that you will hand him over to me alive."

"What do you do? You can't arrest him."

"Bring him in as a person of interest; question him up to 24 hours. At least it gives Clay a chance to calm down; maybe you get your crew thinking straight."

Jax knew it was a risky move and that the club's emotions might not simmer, but it gave him something to work with. "All right. I get to him first, I give him to you. Do it by the book."

"I'll dig into the cigar shop records; see if I can find a home address."

"Pull Weston's info, too. If they're a dead end, we can always rattle Darby." Jax told him.