The Pull | Jax Teller

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Jax wasn't too fucking sure how he made it back home. After seeing that photo of Cameron dead in Ireland, he didn't know if it was anger or pure fucking panic he felt. He still didn't know how he managed to make it home without crashing his bike.

And right now, the quiet, dark house was the last place he wanted to fucking be. There's no Delilah and no Abel. And he's angry and scared and he didn't even know how to channel that fucking rage into something useful.

He staggered through the house, he looked at the various photos on the wall. There were photos of him, Delilah, Lip, Don, his parents, Isla, Opie, Donna, and the kids. There's Abel and his eyes settle upon a candid of him, Delilah, and Abel. They were so fucking happy it and made his gut turn.

His dad sure as shit didn't write anything in the manuscript about how to handle this type of fucking pain. He found that he couldn't walk any further in the house. He couldn't walk past Abel's room. So he went somewhere neutral and into Delilah's office. He looked at all her diplomas. The walls were filled with her accomplishments. She's a fucking businesswoman and he was just an outlaw biker.

He sagged into her desk chair. His eyes looked at all her little nicks knacks and the paperwork. He was taken back by how messy the desk looked considering that Delilah was a neat freak.

He didn't even mean to snoop or go through her things, but he saw the notebook of where she was writing down a list of things she wanted to redecorate. He thought it would be something neutral to look at. He figured worrying about money was better than the hatred that was growing in him.

Yet, as he opened the notebook, he's taken back by the paper that rested inside. He assumed it was meant to be hidden. But his heart dropped as he read the paper and he stormed out of the study and he didn't think as he entered Abel's room and threw the fucking dresser across the room.

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Sleep evaded Delilah. She could not get comfortable on the bed. When she closed her eyes all she could see was Half-Sack dying along with Isla and her son being taken from her arms. She was just hopeless in watching it happen all before her. Instead of waiting for sleep to come, she headed downstairs and outside into Nate's garden.

For the first time that night, she felt as if she could finally breathe. With Abel being gone, she didn't know how to handle the reappearance of her mother. She knew deep down that her mom being in Oregon and them seeing each other didn't change anything. Her mom would be a disappearing figure once they leave.

Delilah debated if she should even tell Lip that their mother was here. She had been here. Her mother was able to care for someone else other than her own children.

Delilah let out a startled squeak when a hand came down on her shoulder.

"Oh, I'm sorry sweetheart didn't mean to startle you," Nate said.

"Oh, it's okay," Delilah replied. "Do you need something?"

"Gemma tells me you're the wife of my grandson, Jackson. You two have a baby boy, Abel. It's a strong name."

Delilah doesn't bother to correct him that she wasn't married to Jax. "Yeah, we do."

"Is he treating you well? The last time I saw the boy was when he was a little shithead as a teenager."

Delilah knew what Nate was referring to. Nate had come down to Charming for John's funeral. "Yeah, he is."

"That's good," Nate said as he sat down. "I still remember when Gemma came back after disappearing with those bikers. Broke her mother's heart."