The Pull | Jax Teller

Turas

Jax hated liars. He knew that his life was coated in lies. He recognized it.

However, he saw that there were places for lies. There were certain people that you do lie to like cops or any law official. With other people, like business associates and hell even Old Ladies that sometimes there need to be white lies or omissions of truths. There were certain situations when the truth was being asked for and he expected for the truth to be given out of respect.

And his skin crawled with the dishonesty that was running rampant in Belfast in a church, no less. Anger ran through his veins when he asked for the truth and a lie was given to him without hesitation. He fought every urge to lash out when he really knew when someone was lying directly to his face.

He knew that it was happening now. He knew that this fucking priest was acting like a puppeteer over him and the club. Jax wasn't under any other impression that they were all acting in ways the Irish wanted them to. They were just game pieces on a board that Jax wasn't sure how to play. And Jax almost laughed bitterly that a Priest was the one denying him his son because the IRA didn't want to do dirty work.

He found it funny that an organization that sold guns to support a cause that had torn their country apart can't take out one of their own. It's laughable and ridiculous, but Jax saw it for what it was. It's just an interlude that kept him finding his son. Jax knew there was something deeper going on outside of Jimmy wanting to gain a profit.

The thing was he could understand Jimmy's need to protect himself. He seemed to know that the IRA would use the SONS to their advantage. He didn't understand Kellan Ashby's motivations. Didn't understand why he couldn't just give him Abel so he could go the fuck home. After all, it's not like Jimmy had his son. Sure, he may have lied about knowing Abel was in Belfast, but unlike the Priest, he wasn't playing him like a puppet.

And Jax allowed his thoughts to drift to Delilah. He thought he could really use her to see through the smoke of the Irish. But he knew it's best for her to be in Charming and safe along with their unborn child. He thought he should call her just to let her know everything was okay for the most part. Just to check on her, but he couldn't.

Instead, he called Stahl to find information on this shady priest.

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Delilah could say she actually woke up feeling alright. She didn't feel that anger towards Jax. She only had the sting of Abel's absence, but it's not crimpling like most days. His birthday was a few days away. She thought she had comfort from the fact Jax was over in Belfast and knew that Abel was there. Jax would get their son back. Maybe he would be home in time for his birthday.

Her hands ghosted over her flat stomach. Today, she had her doctor's appointment where she would see this child for the first time. She tried to find the excitement. Just with Abel gone, it was hard. She couldn't allow herself to feel it. It felt wrong and almost like a betrayal to Abel. She wouldn't be able to feel anything until her son was home in her arms. She didn't want to have to go through another pregnancy alone.

She knew Abel being home wouldn't fix everything that was cracked in her house. There was a lot of guilt and blame between them that she wasn't sure how to sort through. Then the boys had a prison sentence they would begin to serve for who knows how long. In between all that, she would be stuck with two kids. She knew a lot could change between them.

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Delilah was driving down Main Street to check on her uncle. She wanted to know how he was leaning towards his gym expansion. She had her own list narrowed of contractors and people to help with getting the licensure. She even had a binder filled with interior design ideas for the child care center.