Ride (Or Die) Lana Del Rey X Jax Teller

24.Bloodshot and bloody

Jax's pov

I get up from the waiting room chair and pass by Opie, patting his back before heading to the bathroom.
I turn the tap on and lean on the sink, watching the water flow onto the bottom of the sink before quickly draining. I splash the cold water on my face and look in the mirror at my grim expression.
What the fuck? I sigh and take my phone out of my pocket with the intention of calling Liz, but I change my mind, let her enjoy her day with Abel.

Clay suspects it was the mayans, but I doubt it; why would Alvarez kill our deal?

I look in the mirror one more time, then exit into the hallway, approaching Opie. "Any news?"

He nods. "Call me if you hear anything, I'll go and try to find out what happened."

Lizzy's pov

After putting on a little puppet show for Abel, I blend an apple with some biscuits and a little bit of cinnamon as a snack, it used to be my favorite thing to eat as a baby, I still remember how excited I used to get about it.

I place him in his feeding chair and let him go to town and try to eat on his own, and he's not too bad at it, except for the accidental fingers covered in apple ending up in his hair. He's so cute, I just want to kiss his chubby cheeks. I look at him in awe while he has fun with his food, then pick him up and give him a bath before putting him to bed. I fall asleep on the couch next to his bed, but wake up to noise coming from the living room. Is Jax back already?

I go to check the noise out only to find Gemma placing a new potted plant by the window. "Gemma?" She jumps at the sound of my voice and turns around.

"Hi, I let myself in, thought you were at the hospital." She says sitting down.

I frown. "Why would I be at the hospital?" I ask confused and sit next to her.

"Jax hasn't called you? Piney got shot." She tells me calmly while lighting her cigarette. I hate when she smokes inside, but I can't even be bothered to tell her.

"Oh my god! Is he ok? Was anyone else hurt?"

"No, it was a drive by; it's a miracle they only got him, they still don't know who did it."

How can she be so calm about it? I look at her closer, her eyes are bloodshot. Is she stoned? I grab my phone and call Jax, but he doesn't answer. Should I take Abel and head over to TM?

I call Jax again but it's pointless. "Don't panic baby, it's not a big deal." Says Gemma putting her cigarette out in the flower pot and leaving it there.

I look at the clock: 4pm. Old memories from that shooting come back to me...I haven't thought back on it in many years, I just pushed it into a dark corner of my mind, but it's resurfacing now and I can't help but panic. I feel a sudden urge to call Charlie, I don't even have his phone number, maybe I should call Tig, they must be in the same place.

"Hey kid, whats up?" He answers in a forced care-free tone.

"Hi Tig, how are you?" I try to be polite, the truth is I'm not really worried about him, is that so horrible of me?

"You know...as good as one can be right now, you?"

"Jax isn't answering his phone and I don't really have Charlie's number, I'm just worried." I say, trying to control my crazy breathing.

"Sorry to disappoint you but Jax is off trying to find the assholes that did this and your brother split right after the shooting, haven't seen him since. He pauses for a bit. "You want me to come over?"

"You don't have to, I'm fine, I'll just wait for Jax to call me back." I look out the window only to see that Gemma is outside, getting into her car. When did she even get up from the couch? I hang up the phone before Tig can say anything else and walk over to Abel's room, who's now awake, looking for me, agitated. It's like he knows that something bad is going on. I pick him up and he wraps his little arms around my neck while I take him into the living room and draw all of the curtains after making sure that the windows are shut. I get this weird tingle in the back of my neck, like I'm being watched.

I sit Abel down on his play blanket and turn on the tv. I put my hair up in a ponytail and shake my T-shirt; it suddenly got really hot in here.

I scan the house, making a mental map of where all of the things are placed, feeling more and more paranoid. I head to the bedroom and open multiple drawers, looking for the gun I know Jax keeps around for emergencies, but it's nowhere to be found. I swear it used to be in his nightstand. In moments like this, I really miss my dad's german shepherd, having him around always made me feel safer, even tho he wouldn't stand a chance against a gun...

Jax's pov

"Then why the fuck would you put surveillance cameras on every street corner if they don't even work?" I raise my voice at Hale's stupid, expressionless face.

"You ask Unser that! It surely was a club requirement, with him being in you pocket and all." I'm too tired for this shit, it's always like this; the law and lawless working together against us, every good choice also bringing bad things. "We could help you, but you never let us, you can't be both, Jax; criminals and vigilantes, you have to pick a side." He opens his car door and gets in. "We'll try and do more tomorrow, but I need to know more."

I take a step back as he drives away. I take my dead burner out of my pocket and snap it in two, throwing it in a bush. "Yeah...I'll tell you more." I mumble to myself. "Before meeting Mr. Mayhem."

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I turn the corner and it looks like there are about three police cars in front of the house; what the fuck? My heart drops at the horrible thoughts that go through my head. Liz and Abel.
I speed and jump off of my almost stopped bike, letting it fall to the ground, the scratched paint is the last thing I have on my mind.

I scan the scene and spot Lizzy, sitting in the back of an ambulance and getting checked by a doctor, covered in blood.

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