It was two years ago that Jax Teller married Breyanna Jackson, the daughter of long time friend of SAMCRO, but their relationship was toxic and tumultuous. Jax couldn't keeping his dick in his pants and Breyanna had trouble putting down the needle...
warnings:violence, mentions of drug use, medical terminology, language, racism
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Gemma Teller-Morrow was fumingly enraged, but she had to quickly suppress all of her emotions to make sure that her pregnant junkie of a former daughter in law made it to St. Thomas in hopes to save her unborn grandson. Before it was too late.
Gemma had been trying to get a hold of her son to inform him of what was going on, but she knew the club was probably keeping him busy. So, when she arrived at the garage, she was relieved to see him.
"I tried calling you." Gemma spat, slamming her car door shut.
Jax quickly approached his mother with concern in his crystal blue eyes. "What is it?"
"It's Bree and the baby."
"Shit." Jax seethed, an unsettling feeling ran through his gut.
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"Look, I found these matches next to her empty thumb bags." Gemma explained to Jax and her husband, Clay, as they and the rest of SAMCRO stormed their way through the halls of St. Thomas. "Hairy Dog."
"Shit," Clay spat, looking down at the matches in his wife's hand, "it's gotta be the goddamn Nords dealing at the Dog again."
"Why would the Nords even deal to her in the first place?" Gemma questioned in confusion. "As I recall they don't take very well to her kind." She knew the Nords were a bunch of skinhead assholes with ties to the Aryan Brotherhood that believed in all that the white way is the right way bullshit.
"I guess color really don't matter for the right amount." Clay explained.
"Well, Darby just got out of Chino two weeks ago." Bobby spoke, stepping up behind Clay.
"Yeah, so, call that nazi prick." Clay demanded. "Set up a meeting."
They all approached Breyanna's room, just as another old flame of Jax's quickly stepped out. Tara Knowles was Jax's high school girlfriend, who left him and their hometown over 10 years ago.
Now a doctor in the neonatal unit, Tara was back in Charming and quickly thrown back into the madness and chaos that is known as Jax Teller's life.
"What the hell happened? Jax, ignoring the gut feeling he got from seeing Tara's face as he stormed up to her. He knew that she was back, but this was the first time he'd seen her face to face.
Tara sighed heavily. She wasn't really prepared to tell the man that she had left behind the awful details about what was happening with his ex wife and child. It was never easy to tell someone's family bad news. Especially news of this caliber.
"When was the last time you saw her?" Tara questioned.
"It's been a couple of weeks."
Tara hesitated, avoiding Jax's gaze. "Her hands and feet were full of tracks. We're still waiting on the toxicology reports, but it's looking to most likely be crank."
