The Pull | Jax Teller

Fa Guan

Delilah entered the bedroom, Jax was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. He had been quiet since they left Gemma's about an hour ago from the disastrous potlatch. Delilah didn't even have a chance to fully process what Hale had told them or what Jax and Clay were shouting to one another. Jax had dragged her out of the house and slammed money in her hands to go pick up dinner for them.

She still didn't exactly know what to even say to him.

Entering the bedroom, she hesitantly sat down next to him and scooted closer as he didn't push her away. She rested her head on his shoulder. "What happened to Luann isn't your fault."

He snorted in disbelief.

"It isn't," she pressed as her hand found his face. She forced him to look at her, but he detached himself from her as he stood up from the bed.

"It is," he told her shakily. "My reaction – plan – got her killed. I could've gotten you killed."

"Jax –" She said again as she tried to reach for him again, but he created more distance.

"It's my fault. Everything is my fault." Jax told her persistently and she knew that he wasn't just talking about Luann.

"Jax –"

" Donna...Opie...Luann." He said over her.

The mention of Opie and Donna took her back and she was confused as to where this conversation was headed. "What are you talking about, Jax?"

"When Opie got out and he was half in and half out, I told him to stay. Convinced him. Grilled into him about him being SAMCRO – it being in his blood. Even told him that Donna knew what she was getting into when she married him." Jax wrung his hands together. She could see the guilt he had somehow kept shielded from her. "And Delilah, he wanted out. He was going to leave, SAMCRO, already looked into getting the tattoos covered and how to get out clean for Donna, and the kids. And if I would have let him leave...Donna would still be alive."

"Jax... that's just your guilt talking," She told him quietly. She knew back then it wasn't exactly a secret about Opie's indecision in regards to the club when he got out of Chino. But she's confused on how he could warp it that he had blamed for Donna's murder.

"It's the fucking truth, Delilah."

Delilah stood up and looked Jax directly in his eye. "It's not." She told him, but she could see it in his fucking eyes that she was missing something. She stood up from the bed and betrayal burned her.

"Delilah –"

"What?" She interrupted. "Is there something you're not telling me? Like why you and Clay even been butting heads?"

"Del –"

"Tell me the truth." She pressed. "Does Donna's death have something to do with it?"

Jax looked at her guiltily. "Stahl had framed Opie of being a rat. Clay and Tig were convinced. They went behind the club's back..."

"Jesus Christ," Delilah said not letting him finish. Already knowing what he was going to say. "And you let Opie believe some random banger killed his wife?" She didn't care that disgust bled in her tone. He had let his best friend share a patch with his wife's murderer.

"Delilah –"

"How could you do that to Opie?"

"It's complicated."

"What? To me, it's pretty simple. Clay murdered Donna like he did my own fucking father. Bullets right to the back of the head."

"And if I tell Opie the truth what do you think he would do, huh? He would do something to get him killed."