The men were stunned as they watched the blonde go back into the office with Gemma. As they made their way inside they saw the mess the agents left behind, but luckily it was nothing compared to the last raid. Jax bit his lip watching as she went back to acting like nothing happened. Though the men couldn’t hear what she said to Stahl, the look on the agents face said it all.
“Who knew little miss Heaton had a soft spot for the MC?” Bobby spoke, breaking the silence.
“Or she just hates waiting. She just came here for her car.” Half Sack said picking up a few chairs that had been knocked over.
“I could think of a few ways to keep her busy.” Tig smirked, “The things I could do with that.”
“Enough, Tig!” Jax spat out at him.
“Jeez, Jax if you want to take a go at her first be my guest!” The crazy hair man laughed with a wink towards the hot head. “Find out anything?” he asked Clay as he entered from outside.
“Church.” Clay said, leading everyone. As the men took their seats. He began again. “Just got off the phone with Unser. They had no idea ATF was coming in. Apparently this was Heaton’s way to win the town over.”
“What about his daughter? Why would she help us?” Opie asked, grabbing Jax’s attention.
“It wasn’t about helping us. There’s been a longstanding beef between Leila and Stahl for over 12 years. Leila’s been making Stahl’s life a living hell every chance she gets. Stahl’s never assigned to be in town when Leila’s here. Apparently she didn’t get the memo she was back in town.”
Jax raised his eyebrows. “What? How? She’s like Heaton’s puppet.”
“She always seems so nice.” Juice said, making Jax look at him questioningly. When the fuck did Juice talk to her.
“There’s a reason why Heaton uses her as a puppet. Leila Heaton is a very powerful woman. Her family ties are across the legal spectrum thanks to her mother’s side. She’s the reason Heaton still has a career. Do you know who David Berkley is?” Clay asked around the table.
The guys shrugged around the table, until Juice spoke up. “Director of the ATF.”
Clay nodded looking around the table. “That’s her mother’s brother. Guy can’t stand Heaton but will do anything for his niece. So is the Chief Justice of the United States Supreme Court. As well as a shit ton of other higher ups. That’s why Stahl won’t fuck with her.”
“Jesus Christ.” Jax said putting his head in his hands.
“She’s someone we’d need on our side now that Heaton has a hard on for SAMCRO.” Juice spoke up again.
“No. She’d never go against her father on this. Just because she got rid of Stahl doesn’t mean she’s in our corner.” Opie shook his head.
Leila had all this going for her yet she let that piece of shit push her around like she owed him anything. Jax shook his head staring blankly at the table. This was bad for the club. He knew he was hot headed. What if things went bad with him and she got her family after the club? How much did she even know? A lot changed in 8 years. As his mind went wild with thoughts and possibilities, only one really stuck out to him. She was his childhood crush. The dream girl he’s fantasized about for as long as he could remember. But was it worth possibly hurting the club?
After Church, Jax had gotten a call from Gemma to meet her at his house. He drove off the lot and into town, needing to go to the store to pick up some things for her. Pulling into a parking spot he spotted Leila’s car a few spots ahead. As he looked around he saw her sitting at a table outside of a restaurant having dinner with another guy. He couldn’t explain the rage that came over him. It took every ounce of energy in his body to stop himself from running over there and smashing his privileged face into the table for even touching her arm.
Her eyes fell on his and she gave him a small smile before looking back at the guy she was with, pulling her arm away from him and taking a bite of her food. He couldn’t watch this shit. Sit here and pretend this was okay. Jax Teller didn’t wait around for women. He had women lined up to be with him. But they weren’t good enough. He’d wanted to be with Leila since he was a kid and now that they finally began to talk he wasn’t going to miss his chance.
“Hello?” Leila’s groggy voice answered the phone, as she rubbed the sleep of her eyes.
“You up?” The deep familiar voice asked on the other end.
“Who is this?” She yawned as she sat up leaning on her elbows.
“It’s Jax. I’m at the door.”
“Jax? It’s 1AM.” She said, getting out of bed walking down the stairs. “Are you in the front or back?”
“Back door. I put my bike in the garage and closed the door.”
Breathing a sigh of relief she hung up her phone as she walked to her kitchen, opening the back door to let him in. “What’re you doing here?”
Without a word, Jax cupped her face with his hands, leaning in kissing her desperately. He was not going to let anything get in the way this time. Leila placed her hands on his hips, gripping the ends of his shirt in her fists as she closed her eyes leaning into the kiss, Opening her mouth slightly against his, brushing her tongue against his bottom lip. His hands slid down her body to her bare thighs, lifting her up onto the kitchen island as she wrapped her smooth soft legs around his waist, deepening the kiss.
“Jax,” Leila whispered breathlessly as she pulled away from the kiss, leaning her forehead against his.
Leaning his forehead on hers, he inhaled deeply, shaking his head to gather his thoughts as words started coming out quickly. “I’ve wanted you for as long as I can remember and now we finally have our chance. I don’t give a fuck that your father’s against it. I don’t give a fuck that my clubs against it. I don’t give a fuck if i have to drive 20, 30,40 miles just to take you to dinner. I just want you to be mine.”
Biting the corner of her lip, Leila looked in his eyes hearing the passion in his voice. “Okay.” She nodded.
“Okay?” He asked, surprised.
“Yeah,” she smiled. “Okay.”
“Jesus Christ” he laughed, relieved that he hadn’t made a fool of himself. Wrapping his arms around her tightly, he hugged her against his chest. All else was chaos, but having her against him made everything else seem so small. It felt wrong going against the club, but wrong never felt as good as this moment right here.