Sons Of Anarchy Tara's Death Novels & Stories

she added, one hand pressing against her stomach, the pain now overwhelming. But her body no longer obeyed. A chill crept from her fingertips, spreading through her entire being, while a thin sheen of sweat gathered at her temples. Her heart pounded unevenly. Her vision dimmed further, darkness closing in. And when her legs finally gave out, Tara’s body collapsed, falling before she could stop it. “Mrs. Tara!” The voice sounded distant, as if coming from far away. Then everything went dark. ***

Tara looked at me and winked. “Ok. I don’t need that visual, but I am happy for the both of you.” I said, hugging Tara. ‘Before Timmon gets in the room. He told me something that I am sure no one without Gamma blood knows, but Zel, if you ever feel like ending your life again over that no-good mutt, I will personally come for you with tape, rope, and a shovel. No one is worth your life,” Tara said. “It was a fleeting moment, and I didn’t think it would register to Timmon.” I said.

Nothing out of the ordinary. “It’s almost like they knew we’d be watching,” Bradley continued, his voice edged with frustration. “As if they swept every track clean before we could even look.” I clenched my jaw, the muscle twitching as he spoke. “And Tara’s cremation…” he added, his voice softening into a sad tone, “It’s happening tonight. We’ve arranged a proper send-off, just as you ordered.” His words sank deep into my chest like a blade. I closed my eyes for a brief second.

We had been through too much together. Tara seemed disturbed when I mentioned Kade in the past. She would wear a startled expression paired with a nervous scent or exhibit symptoms of rising blood pressure. I believed Tara was concerned about her daughter meeting another stranger. I was wrong, but my mind was still searching for an excuse for her intense reaction. Maybe my friend appeared similar to someone she knew many years ago. Maybe Kade wore the same face of the man that had sullied her and abandoned their child, leaving her destitute and depressed.

I expected Tara to get mad, but she simply laughed. “Even if that someone is his daughter?” My spine stiffened, my mind returning to the story Sean told us about the Gyehna's pregnant daughter, whose boyfriend was one of the Conor bikers I shot that night I got the bullet wound. I turned to Tara now, “Why would she want to help us when I killed her man?” “She was one of our girls.” “What?” Tara nodded. “She was one of the Velaro girls, and it beats me why I didn’t remember her. She walked into my office on her own this morning.”

Tears were flying down Tara’s face right now, but I couldn’t even think straight. What the hell did she mean by that? “Ordered your death? When? Why would I do that?” Tara took a step back, and she paused, studying my features. I got up. “Wait, Tara, what happened? I swear to you, I am confused as hell here. Can you please talk to me?” I could see a hundred thoughts running through Tara’s mind, but she finally spoke. “You want me to believe that you had no idea this happened?” “What happened!?” Goddamnit! I was going to lose my mind to madness if she didn’t give me clarity on what was going on. “Was this my father’s doing?”

I was Alpha King Xavier's personal Omega maid. I took care of his daily needs and tested his meals for poison. My monthly salary was a staggering fifty thousand dollars. That was until a new, young Omega maid was hired at the estate. When she found out about my pay, her eyes widened. "All she does is serve the Alpha his drinks, and she gets fifty thousand a month?" "I heard the King always rewards her with expensive jewelry and custom dresses. She has it so easy!" Early the very next morning, she couldn't wait to run to the Elder Luna and volunteer. "I want to personally serve the great Alpha King." "I only want twenty thousand dollars, and I'll definitely work harder than her." Lat

I spat in her face as she struggled to breathe. “Catarina, get your filthy mitts off of her.” Carl snarled as he and Lochlan both strode towards me. But before they could reach us, a loud gunshot pierced the air, startling us into stunned silence. The sound reverberated through the room, the weight of its consequence hanging heavy in the air. The bullet hit Tara right in the chest, causing her to recoil in pain. I released my grip on her as blood spurted all over me and her. Her lifeless body fell to the ground with a thud.

Tara’S POV “Run, Tara! Run and don’t look back!” Those were my mother’s last words before she was brutally killed by lycan wolves. Unfortunately, a foolish child like me didn’t obey her. The sounds of her pain-filled cries reached my little ears and I turned to see the dread that was being inflicted upon her. Biggest mistake of my life. The image was like a parasite etched to my memory, feeding off me, pushing me into that dark space in the bottomless pit of my mind.

Lisha followed, placing Ava’s favorite stuffed rabbit gently on top of the coffin before it was fully covered. “So you’re not alone,” she cried softly. As the first shovel of soil fell— *thud* Lisha flinched. Dave closed his eyes. Each sound echoed like a goodbye they weren’t ready to say. *thud… thud… thud…* The grave slowly filled. Covering what they loved most. When it was over, people began to leave quietly. Dave heard unsettling rumour from the guest as they left . “What kind of mother leaves her child 24/7 for work , I heard that if they had taken her to the hospital sooner she could have escaped death.”