Mass Destruction

Chapter 6

"Baby, why the hell is my house decked out in girly shit?" Jax asks me as he and Chibs walk into the house later that evening. I've just finished cooking. Abel has been fed and is ready for his bath. That's Jax's job tonight – he just doesn't know it yet. I'm not the regular kind of old lady and he knows that. He knows I'm not just here for cooking and cleaning.

"I'm sorry but Maxim and Harley posters ain't my type of décor"

He smirks at me

"It looks good lassy" Chibs tells me and hugs me. "Thanks Chibbies."

Jax shrugs, "You can do whatever you want with the house but the garage is mine" he leans down and pecks my lips, "deal" I agree.

"I have news" I tell Jax as he makes himself comfortable on the couch next to me. Chibs is playing with Abel across from us, enjoying his beer.

"Yeah?"

"Your mom found me a premises for the gallery. I made an offer and he accepted it. We're meeting tomorrow to talk everything through"

Jax smiles at me, "I'm so happy for you babe" he kisses me again. I smile and peck his lips a few times.

"Chibs, wanna stay for dinner?"

He beams at me, I know these boys don't eat healthy cooked meals.

"Thanks Co. I'd like that"

"Alright, go set the table, food's ready" I mutter to Jax. Chibs cackle and says to Abel; "Daddy's whipped."

Jax rolls his eyes and sets the table. I dish out the food and we eat.

**

Three months later, Opie's finally back in Charming. He went on a bike run away from home and Donna's ghost.

Jax gets home at 10 in the evening which is the earliest he's been home in two weeks. He refuses to tell me what's going on with the club.

He presses a kiss to my lips when he reaches the kitchen where I'm busy rinsing the cup I used for tea. Abel's asleep; the house is spotless and I'm only a few days away from opening my gallery and studio.

"You okay?" I ask him concerned, he doesn't look good. He looks extremely stressed.

"No" He answers me truthfully. He sits down after lighting a cigarette. I join him with one and sit down on his lap. He tightens his arms around my waist and presses his cold nose in my neck.

"What's going on baby?"

He blows out smoke, "It was a shitty day that turned into an even shittier day. Clay swears he didn't kill Donna; the Irish are up our asses about guns and I found this"

He throws a manuscript on the table; "What's this?"

"My dad wrote shit down, how he wanted to change the club; turn the MC away from guns."

I frown and pick it up

The Life and Death of Sam Crow

How the Sons of Anarchy Lost Their Way

By John Thomas Teller

"But obviously it didn't happen so Clay got his wish?"

"Or Clay killed my old man before he could change the club's vision?"

"Jax" I sigh loudly, "Just because Clay ordered the hit on Ope..."

"Doesn't mean he killed J.T, I know. Just....just made me lose trust"

I hug him tightly, "What can I do to help you?"

"You're doing it." He whispers, "Kid asleep?"

I nod and he pats my leg to get me to stand up, "I need you tonight"