❛ Let's be happy that he's dead and gone. ❜

chapter fifteen.

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       IT TURNED OUT THAT the reason Jax had to dash so quickly from the hospital was that the Mayans had attempted to assassinate Clay in a local irish pub where the VP had been having a meeting with Cameron Hayes. Luke had rushed back to the house searching for medical supplies because Cameron had ended up getting shot in the ass. Whilst Luke scrambled around the house, he rushed off ten events to his girlfriend and her best friend, who just stood in shock before he sprinted back to his bike.

In an attempt to calm their stressed minds, Camille and Scarlett got curled up on the sofa, a bowl of popcorn balancing between them and a movie playing. But, not even half way through the film, Scarlett's mobile being vibrating in her pocket, originally with text messages which quickly became calls.

After pausing the film, she flips her phone open and raises it to her ear, "Hello?"

"Scarlett," Tara breaths out.

Scarlett's eyebrows furrow, "Tara? How the fuck do you have—"

"I think there's someone in my house," Tara stresses, and by the urgent footsteps sounding the background, it's obvious she's pacing her home.

"And you called me," Scarlett groans, "Why?"

"Jax quickly came for medical supplies, told me that everyone is dealing with Cameron getting shot. I didn't want to drag anyone away," Tara hisses.

"Right," Scarlett begins to stand up, "You think it's him? In your house?"

"Yeah," She answers, "I found his headphones and music player on my bedside table."

"Fuck. Okay, hang on," Scarlett runs her hands over her face whilst making her way to the front door. She ignores how Camille is quizzically staring at her, "I'm coming."

"Hurry up, Scarlett," Tara begs down the phone, until her breath hitches, "No, No! N—" The phone clatters to the ground, cutting the audio up.

Scarlett pulls her phone from her ear, her jaw clenching as she slams it shut and throws it onto the table. She grabs the truck keys from the table, and rushes out of the house, shouting back to Cami, "If I'm not back in an a hour, call Jax!"

She throws open the truck door, and as fast as she possibly can, shoves the keys into the ignition and pulls the vehicle out of the driveway, not bothering to flick on the headlights as she rushes through the neighbourhood.

"Come on, come on. Fucking hell," She urges, tapping her hand rapidly on the steering wheel, begging for the cranky truck to go quicker.

Whilst she's driving, Scarlett reaches over into the glove compartment and clicks it open. She swallows thickly as she grabs the pistol tucked inside and places it on her lap. Maybe this situation would give her an excuse to murder Joshua Kohn.

After a twenty minute drive, that would've usually been half an hour, Scarlett skids the truck into Tara's driveway. The lights of the house are on, and through the blinds she can't see much movement. Carelessly, she flings her door open, leaving it ajar as she rushes towards the house, cocking the gun and clicking the safety off. She tries the front door handle, thanking god as it's unlocked and she pushes it open, slamming it against the wall behind it.

Remembering her short stay at the house when she received the mail, Scarlett immediately knows the way down to Tara's bedroom, where she can hear low mumbles through the door. Her steps thunder the floorboards beneath her feet before she kicks the main bedroom door open, causing Tara to scream and Kohn to whip around.

Standing in the doorway, Scarlett stares at the pair on the bed. Dressed down to her underwear, Tara's arms are pinned down to the mattress with Kohn's hands curled around her wrists. Scarlett's jaw clenches as she raises the pistol.

"Get the fuck off her," She snarls out, slowly stepping into the room. He doesn't budge, "Fucking move!" She bellows, and this time he steps away from the bed.

She keeps the gun on him, tracking every one of his little movements. Tara takes the opportunity to rush off the bed and hide by her bathroom door, whilst she watches from afar.

"I wasn't making her do anything against her will," He begins to speak, starting with the quiet negotiation approach, "We spoke, and it led to this. All friendly."

Scarlett's eyes narrow, "You aren't supposed to be in Charming, Kohn. You broke the law just to come to speak with Tara, who by the way fucking hates you? I refuse to believe she willingly got undressed and on the bed with you." She takes a step closer, the barrel of the gun now a foot from his chest, "You broke into her house too. That don't sound very friendly to me."

Gritting his teeth in realisation that he's fucked, Kohn takes a deep breath before surging forward and wrapping his hand around the barrel of the gun in Scarlett's palm. Tara screams as the two begin to fight, but she stays still, pulling on the sleeves of the cardigan she threw on to cover herself.

He pushes Scarlett back against a set of drawers, causing her to grunt at the impact on her back before she curls her leg around his and nudges the back of his knee cap. His leg drops at the contact and the rest of his drops down onto his knees. Scarlett kicks him in the chest so he falls flat on his back, then she steps over him, the gun once more pointing at his forehead.

"Thought they would've taught you some sort of combat at ATF school," Scarlett scoffs, a sly smirk progressing across her face, "It's been a while since I've been in a fight. I gotta say, I'm quite looking forward to this one."

"Scarlett!" Tara shouts.

Scarlett's head snaps to her, and she sound realises what the alarming shout was about as Kohn's hand wraps around her ankle and pulls her to the ground. She grunts as her head hits the floor and her eyes flash black for a moment. Her grip loosens on the gun and she drops it between them on the floor.

Kohn is the first one to stand up again, scooping the gun as he stands. He points it down at her, smiling from ear to ear, "How the tables have turned."

Scarlett grimaces at him, before quickly kicking both of her legs up and into his crotch. With a loud painful yell, he stumbles back, giving Scarlett enough time to stand once more. He charges towards her, the gun still in his hand as he wraps both of his arms around her waist and runs her into the wall beside the bathroom door, causing Tara to scream in alarm again.

A shout of agony escapes Scarlett's lip as more pain flourishes up her spine. She lifts her knee, ramming into Kohn's stomach before he releases her so that he can aim the gun at her head. She grabs his wrist before he can, and they both begin to fight for which direction the gun points. Snarling through her teeth, Scarlett roughly shoves his wrist away from her, just as his finger falls to the trigger. The gunshot reverberates through the small house, and probably awakens the rest of the neighbourhood.

Tara let's out a small groan, causing the fighting pair to freeze and turn their heads in her direction. She's still stood in the bathroom, her head tilted down as she stares at the growing blood patch on her cardigan. As her hands move to cover the wound, her head raises so her eyes meet Scarlett's for a second before she collapses to the ground.

Kohn shouts with terror, moving to dash towards her but Scarlett kicks him harshly, causing him to fall against the side of the bed. She rips the gun from his hand and points it shakily between his eyes. He stares up at her, both of their chests pumping up and down while Tara bleeds out behind them.

"You won't do it," Kohn laughs, "I know your history. You're a scared bitch inside."

Scarlett's expression falls and her finger drops to the trigger, "You don't know shit about me," She spits before firing a bullet directly between his eyes, causing his body to fall limp against the bed, leaving blood to ruin the bedsheets.

Scarlett stares at his dead body for what feels like an eternity. His open eyes burn into the carpet, and his shoulders are slumped forward. She's killed him. She's killed someone. She has just murdered a man. She has just ended someone's life, albeit Joshua Kohn's. Her eyes fall to the black pistol shaking violently in her hand and she releases it, letting it drop to the floor with a clatter.

She rotates quickly, dropping to her knees beside Tara and her hands immediately cup over hers on the wound, "Shit, fuck, shit. What do I do?" She snaps her gaze up to Tara, "Can I do anything?"

"Call. . . Jax," Tara squeezes out roughly, her back awkwardly slumped against the doorframe, "My phone is on. . . the table."
Her eyes flick over Scarlett's shoulder and to the bedside table.

"Jax?" Scarlett's brows furrow, "Wouldn't an ambulance be—"

"Just call Jax," Tara grits.

Nodding in understanding, Scarlett stands up and reaches the bedside table. She snatched up Tara's cellphone, and she tries to ignore the amount of bloody staining her hands. The hands that now belong to a murderer.

She runs a hand over her face as she listens to the phone ring, and she feels the blood transfer from her palm to her face. She drops her hand to her side and squeezes her eyes shut, trying to hide the two bleeding bodies on the room from her vision.

"Tara?" Jax's voice hits her ears.

She bites back a cry of relief, "Jax," She shakes out.

Jax sits on his bike, his brows slowly furrowing in concern as he listens to the shakiness of her voice, "Scarlett? What's wrong? You okay?"

"I need you to get to Tara's house immediately," Scarlett begins to pave back and forth, "She's bleeding out, Jax. I don't know what to do. I killed— fuck."

Jax revs his bike, his heart now beating out of his chest as he hears the terror behind her tone, "Scarlett, hold tight. I'm coming."

As he ends the call, she drops the phone onto the bed and returns to Tara's side. She manoeuvres her around slightly so that she seems more comfortable before she begins to put pressure on the wound again.

"I'm so fucking sorry this has happened to you," Scarlett mutters, reaching into the bathroom and pulling a hand towel of the rack and holding it against the bullet hole, "You should've called Jax first."

"You killed him," Tara coughs, causing more blood to rush through the bullet wound and sink into the towel, "That was all I needed you to do. To get rid of him. I knew Jax wouldn't do it for me."

Scarlett bites her lip, "I doubt that. Look, I'm gonna move you into the living room, get you away from this cunt." She slowly stands up, throwing Tara's limp arm over her shoulder and bringing her into standing as well. If Tara was gonna die, she probably wouldn't be the happiest with Joshua Kohn as her last sight.

Tara grunts loudly as the pair move down the hallway, and she lets out a deep breath when she's lowered back down into an armchair. She looks up at Scarlett, who's peering desperately through the blinds for a certain blonde biker, "Thank you, Scarlett," Tara catches her attention, "I don't know what he would've done if you didn't—"

"Let's not think about that," Scarlett mumbles, "Let's be happy that he's dead and gone."

Sirens shake the house as an ambulance rolls into Tara's drive, with Jax on his bike a few metres behind. Scarlett watches him through the blinds as he jumps off the bike and sprints towards the front door, pushing past the paramedics. He rushes through the still open door and comes to a halt on the mat, his eyes running over Scarlett and the blood on her hands and face, as well as Tara's dying body in the armchair by the door.

"Jax," Scarlett breaths, "He—"

Without having her say another word, he moves closer and pulls her into his chest. One hand wrapped around her body while the other cradles the back of her head. She squeezes her eyes shut at the contact, burying her face further into his kutte.

"It's okay. It's alright," He says quietly, pulling away slightly to inspect her for wounds and his eyes roan frantically over her body.

Shouts fill the living room as paramedics rush in and see Tara ok the armchair, her eyes now closed and arms hanging limp by her body. Scarlett turns, watching as the doctors go frantic over her body.

Swallowing thickly, Jax takes Scarlett's hand and leads her further down the hallway, moving her away from the scene. He takes her face in his hands, keeping his voice hushed, "Who did you kill, Scarlett?"

"Kohn," She croaks, squeezing her eyes shut as she remembers the events, and a sly tear rolls away from her eye but Jax is quick to wipe it away with his thumb.

"Kohn?" He repeats in shock, "Fuck. Where is he?"

She nods her head towards the bedroom, and stays still in the hall as his hands drop from her face and he advances towards the room.

Jax enters the room, his eyes widening as he spots Kohn slumped against the bed with a gunshot between his eyebrows. He stands still for a moment, taking in the scene properly, before running a worried hand over his face. Quickly, he grabs the gun from the floor, and exits the room once more, shutting the door quietly behind him.

He plants himself in front of Scarlett again, head ducking down slightly to her level, "Did he hurt you?"

Scarlett swallows thickly, "My back's aching and my head's ringing, nothing too bad. Jax," She glances back towards the paramedics, before meeting his gaze once more, "What the fuck am I gonna do? I killed someone."

"Hey, hey," He soothes, shoving the gun into his own waistband and taking her face between his palms again, "You ain't gonna do anything. I'm gonna take care of all this, Scarlett. No one's gonna know what you did, other than me, you and Tara."

"If she survives," Scarlett bites her lip anxiously, trying to turn her head towards the living room, but Jax forces her eyes to stay on him as he presses his forehead against hers.

"She'll be fine," Jax says calmly, "Okay?"

She nods and he smiles gently, pulling her into his chest whilst his hands wrap securely around her body. She squeezes him tightly, her eyes falling closed as she basks in the moment with her in his arms.

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      AFTER THE PARAMEDICS wheeled Tara out, a few police officers showed up to the home, asking Scarlett question after question about the events. But Jax shooed them away roughly, advising them to interrogate her when she's in slightly less shock. And eventually, Tara's home was left empty apart from Jax, Scarlett and the dead body of Joshua Kohn in the bedroom.

After cleaning herself up, Scarlett stands in the living room, staring anxiously at Jax's back as he stands in the door of the bedroom, once again looking at the body staining the carpet as he tries to figure what to do.

"Jax," Scarlett mutters, straightening up slightly and taking a deep breath, "I'm sorry. I didn't exactly—"

Suddenly, Jax turns on his heel and begins to stride towards her, causing her jaw to slam shut in surprise. She's tempted to step back, but she stays rooted to her spot in the living room. He reaches her, not giving her chance to speak before he takes her face in his hands and presses his lips to hers. Scarlett's eyes widen in surprise, but the more he deepens the kiss, the more comfortable she becomes and her eyelids flicker closed.

He breaks them apart, their faces dangerously close as he takes a deep breath, "You okay with this?"

She scoffs, "What kind of fucking questions is that?"

Brows furrowing, Jax goes to ask further questions, but Scarlett grabs his bearded face and pulls their lips back together, causing him to smirk against her lips.

Slowly, Scarlett walks them backwards until the back of her knees hit the edge of sofa and Jax carefully lowers them down onto the cushions, his body hovering over hers. She slyly lifts a leg and wraps it around his waist, tugging his body closer.

She pulls away from his mouth and begins to pull his kutte from his torso, and he helps her, dropping it onto the floor, but his eyes never once leave hers.

"You have no clue how long I've been thinking 'bout this, darlin'," He mutters, his hands then quickly pulling her top over her head before moving them down to her jeans buttons.

Scarlett shifts her hips to help him pull them down her legs and he carelessly throws them onto the living room floor. Trying to ignore the admiration growing on his face as Jax stares down at her, Scarlett sits up slightly and begins to undo his jeans whilst he pulls his own t-shirt over his head.  She spots the tattoo of her name scrawled on his arm, and she smirks.

He drops back down over the top her, his thumb running gently over her cheek, whilst her hand moves up to hold the back of his neck.

His eyes flick up down her body, lingering on her tits that are resting in her lace bra, "Decided to wear one today, did you?"

She licks her lips, "Don't know why. They're fucking uncomfortable."

He smirks, "Is that so?" His hands slide under her back, and she arches it slightly so that he has access to unclip her bra and throw it onto the floor with the rest of their outfits.

Scarlett pulls his head closer so she can connect their lips once more whilst one of her hands wanders down to his waistband and she slides her thumb under the elastic before tugging gently. He takes the hint and removes his hands from her body so that he's able to pulls his briefs down, and her gaze drops down, causing her cheeks to grow warm as her eyes land on his erection.

She smiles up at him, "Someone's excited."

He bites his lips, "Fuck you."

"I'm waiting for you to," She retorts.

He tilts his head daringly while his hand slides down her stomach and lands on her underwear. He gently taps her thigh, signalling for her to move her legs slightly  before he slides the underwear off her.

Just as he drops back down and his lips run across hers, Scarlett raises a hand to his chest, causing him to lean back slightly so he can see her properly. Scarlett opens her mouth to complain about the certain surroundings of their escapade, but she shuts herself up.

"Fuck it, never mind," She mutters lowly, smashing their lips back together hungrily.

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yes YOU GOT ROBBEDDDD 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️

there will be a full smut scene at some point soon but i cba right now

😘😘love you lot so much

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