Mass Destruction

Chapter 57

While the party continues, a raging Brian Macky sits in his car and watches the president of the infamous Sons of Anarchy dance with his girl, they look so happy; so carefree. Son of a bitch killed his father and still looks happy with a girl who looks at him like he hung the moon and stars. He won't get away with the murder of Brian's parents. He won't get away with it.

**

"Gemma has Abel for the entire weekend, so you and I have the house to ourselves"

Jax smirks as she says that, they have just come home with Corrie driving. His bike is still at the club house and despite his protests that he's fine to drive, she refused.

He lies down on the bed, "An entire weekend of sex"

She rolls her eyes, throwing a pillow on his face he laughs and throws it back onto hers. "Get out of those clothes, I'mma give you a massage"

"Naked massage?" He beams, undressing himself. "Maybe, maybe not"

She waits for him to jump on the bed and then straddles his ass. Jax's eyes flutter close as she starts rubbing his back and shoulders. "This is fucking amazing"

"My poor baby is stressed" She whispers and kisses his shoulder. "Did you enjoy your birthday?"

"Hmm"

Corrie smiles at the slur, he's almost asleep. She continues massaging him; getting all the knots out. Soon, she hears loud snores. He's asleep.

She giggles softly; get off his ass and pull the covers over him. "Goodnight babe"

Corrie gets into pajamas and joins him in the bed. She kisses his puckered lips and falls asleep to his snores.

**

The next morning she wakes up before him to prepare breakfast. Pancakes; waffles; eggs and bacon are on the menu.

She carries the tray over to the bed where Jax is still snoring away and puts it down on her vanity table. Corrie places warm kisses on his face as he groggily wakes up.

"This is a good way to wake up" He murmurs sleepily. His hands go to where they almost always go – her hips.

Corrie beams, "I made breakfast, you hungry?"

He nods, "For you"

She laughs, "That was lame."

"I'm lame" Jax deadpans and French kiss her. "But I wasn't joking"

**

As the couple eat breakfast in bed; a drugged up Juice lies naked on the hardwood floors of Diosa with Nero and Lyla trying to help him.

"We should probably get him moving"

"Yeah okay" Lyla agrees and gets off the bed. Juice has just puked for the umpteenth time.

She gets called out to work and leaves Nero alone with the drugged up biker.

"I didn't want to do it" He slurs, incoherent.

"I know, I know, let's just walk okay" Nero soothes him and carries him by his elbows around the room.

"Jax said it was what I had to do, I'm sorry" He keeps on slurring, "So pretty, so sad"

"Who was?"

"The kid's mom, I did it fast"

"Darvany – you killed her? Jax put that on you?"

"Yeah" Juice confesses with tears rolling down his cheek. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry"

Nero drops a crying Juice on the floor and stares in shock. Jax lied; he fucking lied.

**

Macky follows the couple as they ride on the bike to the grocery store. He watches them from a far as the girl hands the president her helmet. He gets off the bike and twirls her around – both with equally happy smiles on their faces.

It sickens him, how Jackson Teller can be so happy and his girl so oblivious to what person he really is.

How the fuck, can she love a man like him?

He waits patiently in his car as they walk into the grocery shop. He waits for them for an hour, slurping on his third beer finishing it by the time they finally exit the shop. Macky gets out of the car, the gun is in hand tucked neatly away from any prying eyes.

The girl says something to Teller; he lets out a laugh as he turns his back to put the bags in his cabby. Macky sees that moment as his opportunity and pulls the trigger.

Loud screams follow the ear-piercing sound of a bullet ripping into flesh. Jax turns around in a furry to check on Corrie thinking she must be scared – he's terrified when he sees she's the victim; he falls down on his knees and cradles her body. She's bleeding out profusely and he screams at the woman next to him to call an ambulance.

Jax faintly hears the woman talking to a 911 operator as he begs for Corrie to stay with him. He looks around and meets devilish green eyes staring at him with a smirk evident on a gnarly looking face. The man casually gets into his car and drive off.

Jax will never forget the number plate of the car or the man's face. He knows it was that man that shot Corrie. He will get him for this, whoever he is.