Romans & histoires Sons Of Anarchy Mother Of Jax

My mother was Cassandra Williams, the president of a multi-billion-dollar conglomerate. She was the most admired woman in all of Harville. She was crying hysterically. Tears poured out of her like a broken dam. When she reached out her hand toward me, it was trembling uncontrollably. “Isabel, come to me!” The person to my right was my father, Robb Payton. He was, by all accounts, a scum who had just been released from prison on parole for assault.

His shoulders were tense, his jaw was clenched, and although he wasn't raising his voice, I could tell he was furious. His mother looked from her wrist to his face, her expression twisting into complete disbelief. "You just grabbed me," she said slowly, as though she couldn't quite believe what had happened. "I stopped you from hitting Maddie," Jax answered as he let go of her wrist, his voice controlled despite the anger simmering beneath it. "There's a difference." "I am your mother." "And she's the woman I love," he replied without the slightest hesitation. "Being my mother doesn't give you the right to treat her this way."

She just placed her hands firmly on the steering and showed no emotions towards what had just happened. She took a look at the rear view mirror to check how the man was pulling up, and she saw a similar face, it wasn’t just anybody, it was her father. She screamed immediately and her mother matched the accelerator, and the car sped off, this time the music had stopped, the road was clear; there were no cars except theirs. Arlene couldn’t comprehend what was happening, her mum just ran over her father and she behaved like nothing happened. “Why are you doing this?” Arlene screamed with tears, at her mum. Who focused on the road with her leg steady on the accelerator.

Inside, my mother was crying without making a sound. She sat at Jax’s kitchen table, her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking. Her high collar had slipped. I could see her rejection scar clearly now in the light. It wasn’t a pale line like mine. It was thick, twisted, like something had tried to heal wrong for twenty years and never managed it. Jax locked the front door. Then the back door. Then he pulled the curtains shut. North Ridge was quiet, but he moved like he expected the trucks to come back tonight.

"They are the same people that killed the then alpha of the dead moon pack, Jax's father." "And guess what they did? They made me believe that it was Jax that killed my father so I can hate him and want to take revenge by killing him." "And I'm sure that the same lies that has been told to your son and the other alphas in this region and across other regions as well, I brought some of the letters that I've been receiving from my mother lately." I said to her and she looked at me with so much surprise. "She's alive?" she asked me and I handed her the letters, she should find out for herself.

His mother grew impatient, and her voice was filled with eager anticipation. “She did nothing,” Jax answered calmly. He took in his mother's appearance. Her face shifted as her eyes narrowed, and her lips turned in a snarl. “Nothing?” Jax shook his head. “I see,” she said and stepped back. “Now it’s my turn. Why are you so inquisitive about the fight? What did you expect she would do?” His mother softly shrugged and gleamed. “Something that would tell us about this fascination that the vampires have with her.”

"That's not enough, Jax. You need more than proof. You need a voice in that room they still respect. Someone they can't easily dismiss." A heavy silence follows. Jax already knows who Marcus is talking about. The idea has been there from the moment Aldric first asked for protection. It's his mother. Three years have passed since the burial, since she stood at the back of the funeral hall in a black dress, watching without a sound as they lowered his father into the ground. She never speaks then. Not to him, or to anyone there. "She won't show up," Jax says. "You can't be so sure."

he added. I nodded. It makes sense. My mother was said to have died some time after my birth, so having a child would have been impossible. “This is huge,” I whispered. Suddenly, I felt my body trembling as a thought crossed my mind, “He's been maltreating her all her life. Using her for his projects.” Someone sucked in the air, “Guess his experiment really knows no bounds. Think he took her out after we saved you?” from the voice I recognized as Jax.

Shira spoke the truth, I knew damn well she was right, yet a Mother's love made me deny that fact. “I'm pretty sure I have seen someone learn this faster, in the same way,” A voice resonates beside me causing me to turn around, Jax stood a few steps beside me also watching Xavier through the window in awe. “Didn't think it would be that obvious,” I mutter with a sigh, still staring at my boy. “Xavier appears to be the replica of his Father, it amazes me how much I see Alexander in him,” Jax sincerely lets out, “I am a bad Mother, right? For wanting to hide him away,” my eyes already glossy with water,

He was perplexed as she lay unmoving on the bed. He can’t stop himself from crying. He can still hear movement outside, but he’s at a loss for what to do. He doesn’t have access to a phone, so he can’t contact the authorities or even his father. The memories from earlier – his mother laying in the floor, bloodstained and she seemed dead, even his favorite nanny was uncommunicative – came crashing back. For Jax, it was all traumatic. He has no idea what the evil people are looking for. He knows they’re crooks, but why do they have to murder his mother? Jax sobbed at the notion, his heart breaking at the mere possibility of his mother’s death.