The Pull | Jax Teller

The Culling

Delilah was in the middle of packing up some of Abel's things when Jax came into the room, "What else do you need me to bring?"

Delilah turned around and pointed to the closet, "There is an extra playpen in his closet we can take."

She watched as Jax went into the closet and took the extra playpen. They were going in lockdown for the retaliation against Zobelle for what he had done to Charming. To keep family and friends safe, they all had to go and stay at the clubhouse under the watchful eyes of patches. She knew the next few days were going to be crazy – heart racing even – she just hoped everyone came out of it in one piece. She hoped they were able to get rid of Zobelle and the League and everything in Charming could go back to its somewhat charming existence.

Delilah zipped up Abel's diaper bag and haul it over her shoulder; she grabbed Abel out of his crib. Her little boy, almost a year old, was already being surrounded by the chaos of this life. She kissed his cheeks and met Jax halfway in the hall, who grabbed Abel to put him in his car seat for her. Delilah grabbed her purse and locked the door.

Jax waited outside by the passenger door, "You got everything?"

Delilah walked down the steps and nodded her head, "I think so." The lockdown was hopefully only going to be three to four days.

"Okay," Jax said getting into his truck.

...

The car ride was placid. The only other time she had been on a "serious" lockdown was when there was the hit on Clay. Even then lockdown wasn't on a magnitude like this. Her words from a few weeks ago haunt her. Despite the precautions being made and her trust in Jax to do this as safely as possible, she knew something was going to happen. As she got closer to the clubhouse, the feeling settled deeper into her bones almost making a permanent residence there.

Jax must sense the anxiety residing in her as he placed a hand on top of hers. "Del, everything is going to work out. We are being extremely smart about this." Delilah could hear the determination in his voice to settle this with Zobelle. She knew that nothing will stop him and the club from getting their pound of flesh.

Delilah looked over at Jax. "I don't think I can stop worrying until all this is officially over."

"You and Abel are going to be safe. Nothing is going to happen to you." Jax said kissing her knuckles before turning his attention to Abel in the back seat.

...

Arriving at the compound, this was the most packed she has ever witnessed it being. Men are on the roof with AK-47s, cars created a barricade at the entrances and exits; Delilah was not too sure how she felt about this. What the club did, what they were involved in, was fully be flashed in everyone's face. The same machines that were protecting them were the same machines that were the cause of Zobelle being here. It was ironic to her almost.

The hand that was caressing her hand was going to be the one spilling blood, a finger pulling a trigger, a fist connecting to a person's flesh, the same hands that held their son. She found she had to actively push out a lot when it came to Jax. There was a lot of compartmentalization in being with him. And yet despite knowing this, she still loved him.

Parking the truck in the spot reserved for her, she turned the car off taking a deep breath. She put her game face on and went to grab Abel out of the car seat. Various patch members from other charters instantly greet her as she made her way through with Abel, a sign of respect being Jax's old lady. She was happy when she spotted the familiar face of Lyla, although she looked sullen on the couch. Making the trek through the multiple bodies, she set the car seat holding Abel down on the coffee table. She offered Lyla a reassuring smile, "I remember my first lockdown."