Home is Where You Will Always Belong

Chapter 6

It was 10:00 when he pulled into a gas station across the street from the clubhouse. He had checked into the motel in Las Vegas because he was sure that the club would be trying to track his location. He wanted to try and throw them off track. Once he had checked in, he got back in his truck and booked it to Charming as fast as he could. He had gotten a call from the one and only contact he had in Charming and decided to forgo sleep and get there before they left. If he couldn't get to her before they left for Calgary, he would get to her somewhere along the way.

He pulled a ball cap on and went in to the gas station to grab something to eat before rushing back to his truck. He didn't want to be seen. He then pulled his truck out of the gas station and parked just across the street so he could see Teller-Morrow perfectly. He watched as a younger looking guy walked out of the clubhouse with a couple bags and proceeded to load them into a black Cadillac Escalade. Shortly after he walked out, Justin saw Peyton walk out with her Uncle Bobby. It was kind of hard to miss him. He was shorter, a little on the round side and he had long black grey curly hair. He hated Bobby just as much as Bobby hated him.

He could feel the excitement flow through his body when he saw his pathetic excuse for a wife walk out of the clubhouse. But almost as quickly as that excitement arrived, it disappeared when he saw the 5'9" Puerto Rican asshole walk out behind her. This guy made his blood boil. He knew he would have to go through him to get to Peyton and he really didn't care who he had to hurt to get her back.


Chibs watched as a black truck pulled out of the gas station and parked along the side of the road across the street from the clubhouse. Something didn't feel right about this. "What's going on Chibs?" Happy said, sitting down beside him on the picnic table. Chibs got up from his spot on the picnic table and slowly made his way across the parking lot to the gate. Before he even got halfway to the street, the black truck sped off. Instantly he got his back up and warning signals went off in his head. Happy had followed him and looked at him seriously. "Do we have a problem?" Happy asked. Chibs pulled out his pack of cigarettes and put one in his mouth. "We definitely got a problem," he replied, "That son of a bitch is here." "You want me to follow him?" Happy asked. "No," Chibs replied, "I'm sure he hasn't gone far."

Chibs put the cigarette back in the pack and hurried back into the clubhouse. Jax was walking out of the chapel when he walked in. "We need to talk," Chibs said urgently, "Now." Jax's brow furrowed as he leaned against the pool table. "What's going on Chibs?" Jax questioned. "I saw a suspicious looking black truck at the gas station and then it pulled out and parked across the street," Chibs replied, "It sped off when he or she saw me walking towards them. This doesn't feel right Jackson." "Jesus Christ," Jax murmured, "I'll let Juice and Tig know, but under no circumstances do we tell Peyton this. We need to keep her as calm and relaxed as possible." Chibs nodded his head in agreement. Peyton was like a daughter to him and it would destroy him, and the rest of the club, if anything happened to her. "Maybe I should go Jackie boy," he said quietly. He was scared of what this guy was capable of. "No man," Jax replied, "I need you here and besides Tig and Juice will be ok." Chibs looked at him with concern and worry and his brow was furrowed. "Chibs, she will be ok," Jax said, "They will take good care of her." Chibs knew that was true, but he still didn't feel good about it. He patted Jax on the shoulder and walked out of the clubhouse without saying another word.


A little while later, once the Escalade was packed up, everyone was standing outside saying their goodbyes.

Peyton looked like a little girl standing beside her Uncle Bobby, she was scared, tired and had no idea what was going on. At this point, she was going with the flow. She was doing what she was told and she wasn't asking questions about it. She was a little suspicious about things when she saw Jax talking with Juice and Tig discreetly. They were talking for a couple minutes, but then she was reassured when Juice looked over at her and smiled his beautiful smile and winked at her. She was sure that if something was wrong, they would tell her about it.

"You doing ok baby girl?" her uncle asked her, pulling her in for another hug. "I think I'm doing ok Uncle B," she replied, "I just want to stay with my family. I don't want to leave again." "It's only for a little while sweetheart," Bobby replied, "Soon you will be back with your boys and then you can go visit your parents. I will go over and see them tomorrow and fill them in on what is going on. They are going to want to know." Peyton looked at her uncle. "I'm not sure that's a good idea," she replied, the worry and concern written all over her face, "They don't know about any of this, they don't even know how horrible Justin is." "Peyton, I'm sure they have an idea," Bobby stated, "They have heard from you a handful of times in the last three years, they are never allowed to come visit you or the kids and you are not allowed to come and visit them. I think they are somewhat aware of the situation. Maybe not to the degree that we know, but they know. They are your parents. They aren't stupid." Peyton hugged her uncle again and this time she didn't want to let him go.

Chibs walked up to Bobby and Peyton and tapped her on the shoulder. Peyton pulled away from her uncle and looked up at Chibs and her heart broke. He was scared, she could see it in his face, in his eyes. "It's going to be ok," she whispered, reaching for his hand. She had never seen him this way before. She knew he could be an emotional man, but she had never seen it first hand. "I know love," he replied, smiling down at her, "I just... we finally got you back and now you're on your way again." "But this time I'm coming back," she said, smiling up at him, trying to reassure him, "Don't forget that. I'm going to get my boys and then I'm coming back where I belong." He pulled her into his arms and held her tightly.

Peyton was close with her Uncle Bobby, he was blood, he was family and he treated her like his own daughter most of the time. But Peyton and Chibs had always shared a special bond. Chibs was close to 50 now, but when he was patched in about 20 years earlier, she was 12 and absolutely smitten with him. He was friendly to her and was always interested in how she was doing at school and throughout the years their bond grew. She loved Chibs like he was her third dad. Uncle Bobby was never the one to interrogate the boys she brought to the clubhouse or give them the third degree. Apparently that was Chibs' job. When Juice first showed up and started showing interest in her, he watched him like a hawk. He asked him every question under the sun and he had even threatened to kill him at point if he hurt her in any way. She loved him and appreciated how much he cared for her and watched over her.

She pulled away from him and smiled up at him. "You take care," she said in a positive tone, "Everything is going to be ok and I will be back soon." He kissed her on the cheek and then she made her way over to the Escalade. Jax ran up to her and pulled her in for a hug. "Be careful," he whispered before kissing her on the cheek, "I love you." She wrapped her arms around her best friend and held on tightly. "I will Jax," she replied, "You too." "You bet," he said, smiling at her. He held the door to the back seat open for her and helped her get in and get comfortable.

"You guys take care of her," Jax said as Juice and Tig got into the vehicle, "Or I'll kill you myself." "Yes boss," Tig said as he put the keys in the ignition, "You don't have to worry. We will keep in touch." Tig turned and smiled at Peyton. "You comfortable back there baby girl?" he asked. Peyton smiled and nodded her head. Jax smiled at her one last time before Tig pulled the Escalade out of the parking lot.


Bobby and Chibs walked up to Jax after they pulled out and just stood there in silence. Now they had to wait.

"Jax, go home," Bobby said, "Spend some time with your wife and your kids. Tell Tara what's going on." Jax turned and looked at Bobby. Jax was tired, scared and he missed his kids. "You call me if you hear anything," Jax said to both Bobby and Chibs, "I mean it. Any word from Juice, Tig or Peyton, I want to know about it. Tell the rest of the guys that too. I'll be in tomorrow afternoon." "Aye," Chibs replied, "We've got things covered here. We will keep ye posted if anything comes up."

Jax hugged them both and then slowly made his way to his bike. He put on his glasses and his helmet, straddled his bike and took off out of the parking lot and towards his house. He had always loved hoping on his bike and escaping from the world and from life, but tonight the wind felt especially good on his face. He was stressed out and he just wanted Peyton to get back here safely. The fact that Chibs saw a suspicious black truck just outside the gates of Teller-Morrow and the clubhouse freaked him out
and angered him. He knew it was Justin and he had warned Juice and Tig about it right before they left that they might have a tail, but he couldn't be sure.

Ten minutes later he pulled into the drive way of his house and let himself in. The house was dark and quiet. He hung up his cut in the hallway and walked down the hallway and into his and Tara's bedroom. The light was on and Tara was reading when he walked in. He could feel the stress diminish a little and a smile spread across his face. Whenever he was having a hard day, week, month, year, you name it, Tara always managed to make him feel better.

He sat down on the bed and leaned in and kissed her softly. "Hey babe," he said quietly. She smiled at him, "Hey you. I wasn't expecting you home until later." "It's been a tough couple days Tara," he replied, the tiredness evident in his voice. "What's going on?" she asked him. "Peyton showed up at the clubhouse yesterday evening," Jax replied, "I didn't want to say anything, but I think you should know." "What do you mean, Peyton's back?" Tara questioned. "I mean, she showed up yesterday," Jax repeated, "She ran away from home, from Justin and left her kids behind with a Social Worker. She was pretty beaten up Tara. Her left leg is broken and the whole left side of her face is bruised." Tears formed in Tara's eyes. "Where is she Jax?" Tara asked, "Why didn't you bring her home? Do her parents know she is back?" "No, they don't have any idea about her being back," Jax replied, "Bobby is going to tell them tomorrow, but Peyton requested that he didn't tell them. She doesn't want them to know anything until she gets back." "Where did she go?" she questioned. "Juice and Tig just left about an hour ago to take her back to Calgary," he replied, reaching for her hand, "She is going to get her kids and then she will be coming back to start a new life."

He knew this was hard for Tara to deal with. Tara and Peyton were always close. Tara was two years older than her, but once she became a part of Jax's life, Peyton really grew to like her. Tara was the one that pleaded with her the most to not marry Justin and run off with him to Canada, but Peyton didn't listen to her either.

"He's beating her Jax?" she asked curiously. "He has almost killed her 3 times babe," he replied, "Turns out, this guy changed his name and he had previously done 10 years for domestic abuse and attempted murder to his first wife. She's ok Tara, she is with two of the best guys." "I don't know who you are trying to convince here," she stated, looking at him with concern in her eyes, "Me or you." "I'm trying to convince both of us," he replied, sounding defeated, "I don't know what I'll do if something happens to her." Tara pulled Jax into her arms and held him close. "Don't talk like that," she said quietly, "She is going to be fine."


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