Hard to Love: A Sons Of Anarchy Fanfic

Chapter 19

"Who the fuck is she Jax? Did you forget I'm supposed to be acting like I work at TM as an accountant? You promised me Jax! My parent can't fucking know what I do! You know that!"

I felt Savannah trying to get away and I almost let her but I wanted her to be there when I set Lyla straight.

"First of Lyla Winston, I'm not one of your goddamn employees so you're better change your to one. Second off, this is my girlfriend Savannah."

"So your girlfriend gets the job you promised me would be mine while my parents were here? That's fucked up Jax."

"Lyla, I'm only gonna day this one. I love you like my kid sister but if you ever disrespect me or Savannah every again, I'm done. I'll call your parents myself and tell what you do for a living. Don't believe me? Go ahead an fucking try me!"

"Sorry Jax. But you know my parents can't find out what I do."

"And you're still going to be running the office next week like we planned. Not that it's really any of your business, but Savannah and I have some things to take care of out of state next week. While she is the real accountant for TM and Redwoody, you will be playing the role next week in her absence as long as you apologize for being a bitch."

"Jax..." started Savannah.

"Sorry." Said Lyla.

"Like you mean Lyla. Not some half ass apology."

"Sorry Savannah." Said Lyla.

Savannah just shook her head in acknowledgment.

"Now, I'll expect you to be at the garage at 7:15 every morning to open up before the guys start getting there."

"Okay."

"And as much as I love ya Lyla, don't even come at me with some bullshit like this in my free time. You got me?"

"Yeah, sorry Jax."

I turned, grabbing Savannah by the hand and made my way back to the club house. As we walked, Savannah spoke.

"You were pretty shitty to her Jax."

I stopped walking and turned to look at Savannah. I could see she was still feeling uneasy about earlier and I wanted to make her feel self assured but my anger was reaching a boiling point.

"She deserved it. She has never spoke to me like that and she had no ducking right to disrespect you. I've got half a mind to fire her fucking ass. And I would if firing her didn't me I would be responsible for her."

"Jax, I'm sure she was just confused and hurt. I didn't know you had told her she could run the office. But I gotta know, what's so bad about what she does for a living?"

"She's a retired porn star turned director. Her father is a pastor and that's why they can't know what she does for a living."

"So Redwoody is porn studio?"

"I thought you knew that from looking at papers all day."

"I looked though the numbers but I wasn't paying attention to what was brought. I get that you're pissed about her coming her and acted like she did but don't be a dick to be about it."

That was it. My control just snapped. I knew what this was going to lead to but in the moment, I didn't give a shit.

"I'm not being a dick and I haven't all night. In fact, I've been a goddamn saint up until now. Believe me when I say this, if I was being a dick, I would have left you sitting at the bar wallowing in your own misery earlier and not sitting in a room holding you while you cried like a goddamn two year old."

I watched as she snatched her hand from mine and stepped back, looking at me as if I'd just slapped her. I knew the comment was a low blow and that I was indeed being a duck of epic proportions, but I didn't care. My personal time was mine to spend with the ones I loved, not dealing with porn star drama queens who got their panties in a fucking bunch because they didn't have the whole story.

"What did you just say?"

I just stood there. As angry as I was, I knew repeating what I'd said would only make things worse. When she realized I wasn't going to answer her, she stepped toe to toe with me, and put her hand right in my face. And my dumbass actually smiled, which only pissed her off even further.

"You're being a fucking dick right now. I know your pissed but I've done nothing to deserve to be your goddamn punching bag. When your ready to apologize for being a fucking dick, you know where I live."

And with that, she turned and started walking away.

🍑 Savannah's POV 🍑
As if I wasn't on edge enough after crying for an hour over things I could change, Jax had to go be a fucking dick. I didn't know this part of Charming but I went to the first restaurant I saw and slipped inside. I sat down at the table and dug our my cell. The first thing I noticed was no missed calls. Jax hadn't stopped me from leaving and he hadn't called me to find out where I was. That hurt me more than I wanted to admit. I had never saw this side of Jax and if I was being honest, I didn't want to see it again. I pulled up google on my cell and looked for cab companies. After calling two RJ three, I finally found one that would go as far as my house without charging an arm and a leg.

As I sat there waiting for the cab, I thought back on tonight. As usual, I started blaming myself for Jax acted like he did even though I didn't have anything to do with it. It was one of the old quirks I used to have. Any time anyone was a dick to me, I always assumed it was somehow my fault. A therapist I saw a couple years ago told me that I get those feelings because of what my moms boyfriend did to me. She said it was because I was taught at a young age that if someone was pissed off, it was because if something I had done. That made sense when comparing how I was feeling to how my molester treated me. But as I got older, nothing changed. People that I didn't know could be assholes to me, and I automatically thought it was because of something I said or did.

In two years, I had worked to not feel that way ever again. Yet here I was, sitting in a dinner, feeling sorry for myself and wondering what the fuck I had done to deserve it.

A cab pulled up out front at the same time my cell started ringing. I didn't recognize the number but figured it was the cabbie so I answered.

"Hello?"

"Ms. Jackson, this is Sal Santos. Your cab driver. I'm out front of the address that was given to me."

"Ok, I'll be right out."

Before I had even hung up the phone, I was exiting the door and climbing into thr back of the waiting cab. I gave him my home address and sat back while he made the drive.

It wasn't until I got home that I realized I didn't have my purse or my keys. Luckily I had slipped some cash in my pocket in case I needed it. Turns out, I needed it to pay the cabbie.
Great! Just fucking great!

After paying thr cabbie,no walked around the back of my house and tried the door hoping that I had accidentally left the door unlocked. But I hadn't. Same with the windows. But then I remembered where Jax's hide-a-key was. I walked over to his house, got the hidden key, and let myself in. I flipped the switch on and nearly jumped out of my skin when I found a woman sitting on Jax's couch.

"He might have moved houses, but the hidden key is always under the mat." Said the woman sitting on the couch as she took a long drag off her cigarette.

"Jax is on his way."

"Good, I need to talk to him about a few things."