Chapter Thirteen:

"I want Clay dead." Were the first words out of Tatum's mouth as she stood in front of Jax looking into his blue eyes early the next morning.

Tatum had gotten hardly any sleep last night — though she desperately tried to. All of the thoughts of how painful she could make Clay Morrow's death were too busy running through her mind to let her sleep. The relationship she had with the President of SAMCRO was over, and she wouldn't be happy until he was dead and in the ground.

"Good morning to you too, darlin'." Jax said with pure sarcasm in his voice as he run a hand over his hair. "Would you like some coffee before we talk murder?"

Jax knew it was only a matter of time before Tatum demanded Clay's death. He wanted the old arthritic fucker dead too, but he had to be smart about it. It wasn't a simple task to take out Clay Morrow for good.

"Fuck off, Jax." Tatum said while pushing past him and stepping into his house. "This isn't some fucking joke! I want him dead!" She was practically yelling at the blonde prince as she stared into his eyes.

Jax could feel his jaw tighten as Tatum's voice grew loud. He didn't enjoy Tatum coming into his house and making demands. She wasn't his old lady. She didn't have any authority to demand anything of him.

"Watch your mouth, Tatum." He warned the dark haired Reyes woman. "What you're askin' isn't as fuckin' easy as you think it is." Jax's voice was low and eerily calm as he looked at Tatum with a blank face.

Tatum could see a coldness in Jax's eyes as he stared at her. It was this Jax that scared the shit out of her. This was the Jax she didn't know or recognize, and she hoped she never would get to know him.

"He killed my dad." The Reyes woman reminded. "Can't you bring it to the fucking table? Take a fucking vote? Why could he get to live his life when he took my father's?" Tear formed in Tatum's eyes as the questions rapidly fell from her mouth. It wasn't fucking fair.

A sigh left Jax's mouth as he swiftly pulled Tatum into a hug. He knew it wasn't fair, but his hands were tied for right now. The biker needed to be smart, he couldn't just shoot Clay and blame it on another club. That would be too sloppy. Jax had a plan, a plan to change SAMCRO for the better, but he needed time.

"It's gonna take time, T." Jax said softly while running a hand over her dark hair. "I know it's not what you want to hear, but it's all I can tell you right now."

"I don't know why I'm still here." Tatum said as she wiped at her watery eyes. "There's no point in me being in Charming anymore."

There was no reason for Tatum to be in Charming anymore. Her father's funeral was done and over with, and his estate was all handled. Tatum didn't see any reason why she should still be in this damned town. There would be no revenge for her father's murder — yet, and she couldn't wait around until it happened. She needed to get back home and be with her husband and continue working on their live together. Charming and SAMCRO needed to be a distant memory.

Jax didn't know what to say. He knew there was nothing he could say to convince Tatum to stay. The SAMCRO biker simply nodded as he tightened his arms around Tatum. He had a feeling he wouldn't be seeing much of the Reyes woman much after this.

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TATUM sat in her mustang outside of Gemma and Clay's house. The dark haired woman had been debating with herself for the last hour on whether or not to actually get out and knock on the door and let Clay know she knew what he did.

A sigh left her lips as she slid out of her car, running a hand through her hair as she made the short walk up the driveway. She knew she couldn't get the satisfaction of getting revenge on Clay for her father's death, but maybe if Clay knew that she knew about the real surroundings of her father's death, then maybe he'd look over his shoulder the rest of his life — or however long he had left in the world. Maybe he'd be scared that one day he'd get what was coming to him, and in a way that was satisfying for Tatum.

"Hey, Tatum." Clay smiled at the SAMCRO Princess. "Everything alright?" He asked while cigar smoke poured from his mouth.

"I know what you did." Tatum said simply as she stared into his cold blue eyes.

Clay's face stayed blank as he looked at Tatum. His blue eyes harsh as he stared at the woman who once looked at him like he made the sun shine and the stars bright just for her. The SAMCRO President had always thought of her as a daughter, their relationship much better than the one she had with her father. It pained him to know that she knew, but he expected nothing less. Clay Morrow loved Tatum, but she would not be the reason for his end.

"What are you goin' do about it?" It wasn't a threatening question, more a curious one. Clay genuinely wanted to know what she planned to do with the information.

"Nothing." She shook her head. "Just know you will get yours one day, Clay. When you least expect it, and I hope I'm there to hear you beg and see the look on your face when you realize nothing can save." She spat before turning on her heel and walking away.

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A/N: this will be coming to an end soon. I'm thinking two more chapters if i can wrap it all up by then.