VP & The Princess

Chapter 12

Chapter 12

I was released from the hospital a couple of days later and Jax takes me, in his truck, to the warehouse where they have been keeping Tara. Before I walk in, Chibs stops me. "She's been tied to a chair since she shot you. She's not had any food or water since she's been here. We wanted her as uncomfortable as possible. You sure you're up for this?" he asked. "Yeah. I can do this." I tell him. We walk inside and as soon as she sees me, her eyes go wide. "Hey Tara. Long time no see." I tell her calmly. Tig and Happy are standing on each side of her while Jax and the others are standing behind me. Juice walks over and unrolls the bag of tools that Happy has had there waiting on me and starts setting things out. "Here you go, Gracie." he says. "Thanks Juice." I say without taking my eyes off of Tara. "Jax, come here please." I say and he walks over. "What's up babe?" he asked as he puts his arm around my waist. I look up at him and kiss him deeply and passionately. When we break the kiss, he smirks and walks back behind me. "You thought that killing me would get you Jax." I stated. Getting in her face, I say "He will always be mine. My husband, raising our son. It was never going to be you." I tell her. I see her start to struggle against her restraints and Hap and Tig hold her down. Taking one of the ping hammers that Happy has, I look at Happy. "Isn't this the one I bought you for Christmas?" like it's the most normal conversation. "It is." he says. "Been used yet?" I asked. "Couple times." he says and I smirk. I say "You did good work with those hands. Saved a lot of lives I bet." I say before bringing the hammer down on both hands. She screams around the gag and Tig smacks her in the back of the head and says "Shut the fuck up." I end up crushing her hands and knees before finally slitting her throat. Walking out of the warehouse, Jax is behind me. He doesn't say anything. "Are you okay?" I asked. "Yeah baby. Just makes me realize why I should stay on your good side." he smirks a little. "I know you cared about her." I say. "She tried to kill my wife. That's not the Tara I knew." he says. Pulling me closer, he says "Let's go home wifey." Smiling, we head to the truck and head home.

Heading in the house, I say "I'm heading to the shower." I get in the shower and start to sob. I killed someone. I know it needed to be done but it's the first time I did something like that. I could have let the guys handle her but it needed to be me. I'm a wife, an Old Lady. It needed to be me. Getting out of the shower, I head to the bed and Jax is there waiting on me. "You okay?" he asked concerned. "Yeah. Let it all out in the shower. I'm good." I tell him. We promised not to keep secrets from each other so I was honest with him. "You wanna talk about it?" he asked. "Nope. I'm good. Shower crying is how I process shit." I tell him. He looks at me like he's not sure until I kiss him. "You know, you never got to claim you wife." I tell him. "You're right." he says smirking. Turning me over, he makes love to me slowly and gently so not to hurt me.

Waking up the next morning, Gemma knocks on my door. "Hey baby. How you feeling?" she asked. "Better." I say. "You handle your shit?" she asked. Before I could answer, Jax says "Hell yeah she did. You'd be proud Ma." She smiles at me and asks "You ready to go see your son?" Smiling, I say "Yeah. I miss my baby boy." Jax kisses me. "I have to head to the clubhouse. I'll meet you there later?" he asked. "Yeah. I'll stay until you get there." I tell him.

Two hours later, I am sitting in the rocker, feeding Abel when Jax walks in. "How's our boy doing?" he asked. "Good. Doesn't want me to put him down." I say. Jax takes him from me and he starts to fuss. Handing him back to me, he immediately stops crying. "He's a momma's boy." Jax says laughing. "Yeah he is." I say smiling down at our son.