The Pull | Jax Teller

Bainne

Adoption.

That slimy Judas had placed his son in adoption from some misguided promise to his dad. Of all things, Jax didn't know how he didn't manage to track down the priest and kill him with his bare hands. He thought that maybe he was beginning to understand how Delilah felt to look at the man who ripped their son away from their arms.

His mom and the club were waiting outside in the dark. As expected the ground was damp and cool, as he pulled into the lot. As much as he loved his brothers – his club – he only needed his mother. He wanted Delilah if he was honest with himself, but he thought it's better for her to not be here to even know about this priest just giving away their son.

He didn't care if the men saw his tears.

"I need to speak to you alone," he said as he looked at his mother. The guys dispersed back into their temporary lodgings. He and his mom found a secluded corner in front of a burning oil drum.

"What happened, Jackson?" She asked worried – scared.

The first tear fell slowly as he wondered what the hell had his father done to his family from the grave. But he broke down as he clutched his mother tightly. He sobbed into her shoulder and allowed himself to crumble only slightly. After all, since finding Delilah taped to that chair, it's the only time he had allowed himself to break down.

"Let it out, baby. Let it out," his mother soothed.

He found comfort in her hold as he had as a child. It took a couple of minutes for his sobs to subdue and he wasn't ashamed to hide his red eyes from his mom.

"That priest...that fucking priest put Abel up for adoption." He revealed to his mother. And speaking the words aloud he found the anger slowly seeping in and taking place in his being. He found hate swirling in his heart. Jax thought he could kill that priest especially if he didn't get Abel back. He didn't care about the ramifications of this action would do. He should have known that Father Ashby was acting out of his own interests than of the organization he councils.

He watched as his mom looked confused and clearly taken back and a hand went to her heart. He prayed that it was not trying to act up again.

"Adoption!" Gemma shouted. "That fucking Judas." She said echoing the same words he had spoken to the man. "Did you get a location?"

"Yeah. He gave them to Nuns. I imagine it's some type of black market baby ring." He sneered in disgust. He vowed that he was never stepping another foot back in Belfast. At this point, he didn't even want to have any connection with anything Irish.

"Why in hell would he do this?"

"Some promise he made to Dad," Jax revealed bitterly. "Couldn't save me, so the priest that he could save Abel."

And now with the revelation about Maureen and Trinity, Jax for the first time felt betrayed by his father. All the words he had written in his manuscript meant nothing now. He thought if it wasn't for his father's words – his guilt – that maybe Jax wouldn't have taken such an extreme route in changing the club. It wouldn't have isolated him from Clay and the events that led up to Abel's kidnapping could have been avoided.

"I'm done chasing that ghost, Ma."

He didn't know what his mom saw or what she even felt. He had noticed that despite everything and the little secrets about his father that have been exposed, she still refused to speak ill of him. Sometimes, he wished she would. He wanted to know the real John Teller because all he can see now was a coward. A fallen idol.

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"Jesus Christ, Lip, kidnapped." Lyla hissed lowly so Isla didn't have the chance to hear. Lyla had been left in the dark since last night about Delilah's whereabouts. She did not appreciate having to wait almost 24 hours to hear that her friend had been kidnapped.