A Good Girl Gone Biker Bad | SOA // Jax Teller Fanfiction

Twenty-Five • Ron Tully

A few months have passed and things have now died down luckily haven't had any drama for the time being. I mean Tara did kick-off but that was linked into business the club decided to get into and she wasn't too happy about it. I can't say I'm too happy with it either.

I'm roughly about 3 months along in my pregnancy and we are finally starting to show so if there was anyone that didn't know, they sure as hell would know about it now. I know it's a bit off for now but I don't know if I want to know what the gender of the baby ends up being, I already have some of the guys around TM saying that the baby would end up being a boy, a mini Jax. I don't know if I could handle another Jax.

"Hey, did you need anything from the store? Imma about to head there" Logan shakes his head. "Nah I'm good, be careful please" I laugh slightly at his reply, "You know I will, besides what's the worst that could happen? Everything has been so quiet recently. I will be fine" I hear him scoff slightly as I head out the door. I have to say I'm so happy I have managed to pull Logan away from the side that I hope to god that me and everyone else never have to see again. Here's to hoping that this is a fresh start and we never see that side again. It's like being an uncle now has changed and for the good of everything.

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I had finished shopping, taking the groceries back to my car. I pop the trunk to the car, placing all the bags in the trunk. I close the trunk after finishing putting the groceries in there, I walk around to the driver's side of the car before I start to feel something cold and hard press up against the back of my head. I try to remain calm the best I can as I hear a gun cock behind me. "Don't fucking move! Get into the car, you will do everything I say and if you do not follow, I'll blow your brains out" 

Why does this shit always happen to me? I was always used as leverage when Logan was neck-deep in the shit he used to get dragged into back in those days. I must have something written on my forehead saying take me hostage. Though I do as I say, climbing into the driver's seat as I watch the male walk around the other side of the car before he gets in, aiming the gun back at me again. 

"Drive, I'll tell you when to stop and pull over" I nod understanding what has been said. I stick the keys in the ignition, starting the car, which then I begin to drive away from the store car park. I have no idea where we are going but I'm just praying that nothing bad happens for the sake of my baby. 

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We arrive at what seems to be an abandoned warehouse, either way, it looks abandoned and run down. I turn the car off before holding my hands up as the masked guy sat in the passenger seat places the gun to my temple. "Get out the car, try and run or do anything I'll fucking kill you, do you hear me?" My heart begins to race,  will this be the last moment in my life? having my brains blown out. 

My baby wouldn't stand a chance. I can't let anything happen to this baby, as much as I wouldn't care less what happens to me. I have to survive through this because without me the baby has no chance of survival and I couldn't live with that if that's the case. Jax would kill me if I let something happen to our baby. I obey and get out of the car, I shut the door behind me. The guy comes around from the passenger side of the car. I try and take deep breaths as my phone begins to ring. 

I look up at the guy, wearing a black mask over his face, which then he pushes me up against the door of the car. "I will answer the call for you but act like everything is normal and don't say a word, ya hear?" The phone is put up to my ear, "Hello?" I'm greeted by Logan's voice. I try and fight the urge to tell him. There used to be a safeword he and I used to use, growing up, it was only ever used for when we were in trouble and the other one would come to our aid. I can't remember what it is though! "Logan, what do I owe this pleasure?" I hear him slightly scoff. "You said you were getting groceries? You've been gone for hours, everything okay?" No, I'm at gunpoint, held against the car.