We've been down this road before, I'm so sorry.
I toss my cell-phone on the table and let out a groan as I look up to see the guys sitting around the table. "What's going on, kid?" I look over and see Tig giving me a worried look, not understanding what's going on. I let out a sigh and fall into my seat, running a hand through my hair.
"Ima called. The bitch isn't dead."
Everyone looks at me stunned, as if they had just seen a ghost. "What are you saying? I unloaded in that bitch." Tig shouts at me, angry and worried for the safety of his daughter. "Jax, she won't stop, and you know that."
I sigh, not knowing what to say. "I don't know."
Chibs shakes his head, "So that's who sent those photos to you. It had to have been her, who else would send you things like that and demand you leave Al?"
Tig looks over at Chibs and then at me, anger running through his veins. "Photos? What the fuck happened, Jackson? Why are you hiding these things from me?" he shouts at me as he stands up, pointing his finger at me.
"We weren't going to say anything until we figured out who was behind i-"
"Shut up, Chibs. This is my daughter, and if it has anything to do with her or that grandbaby of mine, I'm the first to fucking find out. Don't play these games with me, Jax, don't fucking do it!" He calls out to me, getting defensive of his flesh and blood. I watch as he pushes the chair out from behind him and heads for the door, "Where is she?"
I let out a long breath, "Work."
Tig lets out an angry laugh and shakes his head, "That's such a great idea. Send her to work when this crazy cunt is after her. Thanks, buddy." He leaves the room and slams the door behind him. I clear my throat and drop the gavel, dismissing everybody.
Chibs remains in his seat and gives me an understanding look. "This isn't your fault, Jackie." I shake my head, rubbing my tired eyes and then holding my head in my hands. "You didn't know, and you didn't want to worry anyone. Don't blame yourself for this. He's a dad, and he's going to be protective over her, we all are, but don't take his behavior to heart."
I clear my throat once more, feeling guilt sitting on my chest. "It is my fault. It's my fault that she got kidnapped before and beaten. Chibs, you don't get it. Tig doesn't trust me with her and I know it, I can feel it. Every time something like this happens, it just proves to him that I can't take care of Al, and there's nothing I can do to change that thought of his. Maybe everyone's right, maybe she deserves better and she should be with someone who isn't some outlaw."
I stare at my hands that are sitting on the table as I let out a sigh. "He doesn't think that, Jackie, come on."
I shake my head, "I see it every time he looks at me, Chibs. I feel it every time he talks to me." I shout at the man sitting in front of me. "I'm a failure, I can't even keep my kids or wife safe. What does that make me?"
Chibs takes a deep breath before standing up and setting a hand on my shoulder, "It makes you a human. You try, and that's something he's thankful for." I sit silently as I hear him leave the room, abandoning me to my thoughts.
I let out a sigh and run a hand through my hair before reaching for my phone and getting out of my seat. I walk out of church and see Chibs talking to Tig who has tears in his eyes. They stand inches away from each other as Tig shakes his head in anger, not wanting to talk to Chibs. "Listen brother, he's taking this personally, and it's not his f-"