Sons Of Anarchy Tara's Death Novels & Stories

"It's...okay." The battlefield around us seemed to have faded, and it was just the two of us left, my grief threatening to swallow me whole. "You can't die. Not like this..." A tear slipped down the corner of her eyes, her lips twitching as she forced out a smile. "I'm sorry..." Her hand went lax, her eyes slipping closed. A sob ripped out of my throat as I held on to her body because I knew that...she was gone. She'd told me that she was a coward, but she wasn't. Tara had died a hero.

I agreed. "So, did you kill them both?" "Actually, the two of them got in a fight over who should win Noah if they both made it to the finish line. Tara ended up bashing Tori's head in with a rock. She killed her." "That's awful, but I can't say that I'm surprised. That's how the games go." "Yep. Then I killed Tara." "Good job protecting yourself. But how does that make you feel that the people who were closest to you hated you?"

It was a heinous slap in her face. Tara's memory inundated with flashes of that grave sunny morning. She blinked stricken by the vivid memory of her mother lifelessly limping to the ground, shot in her heart. Her father had been too incensed to even glance at woman he had shot dead, storming out the room next second, leaving little Tara to mourn alone.

Eventually, she’d gotten pretty good at it, much better than Cadon, and she knew now why her dad was trying to get her to do this. But transparent blips on a table were not real people, and if she got someone killed in this venue, that was a different story altogether. “What about Dax?” “Dax’s wife was killed in that Seattle raid last month. I’m not even sure why he’s here.” Her eyes bulged at the news. Poor guy. No wonder he looked so pale and sad. “Did I know her?” “Tara? Yeah, you knew her.”

I let go of her and she falls on her knees, coughing and struggling to get air into her lungs. “Can you feel that? The lack of oxygen in your lungs? Your brain cells dying? That’s how I was feeling without Grace, like I couldn’t breathe, like the life was being taken away from me, so it’s only fair if I do the same to you, don’t you think?” I ask as I tilt my head slightly to the side and she shakes her head, still coughing. “Dash, please,” Tara manages to get the words out, but I already have my gun out, pointing at her. Her eyes widen and tears stream freely down her face as she shakes her head, raising both her hands in front of her body, trying to plea for her life.

Tara's POV I knelt in front of my dad with tears circulated in my eyes. He stared at me with shock all over his face. "What are you doing Tara? Are you going to let him be happy with her? Aren't you supposed to tell me to shoot him dead alongside his stupid spouse?" My Father yelled at me, and I burst into tears. "As much as I want them dead for what they are doing to me, I still don't want Xavier to die. You can shoot the stupid girl, and let Xavier live" I begged.

My eyes stayed wide open, burning with fury that had nowhere left to go. The sound of gagging erupted behind Dad. The staff broke apart, covering their mouths as they turned away. Dad stepped closer, staring at the body hanging from the chains. His eyes bulged in horror. "What the hell is that?" He stared at the mangled flesh, where bone shards jutted out, looking unnaturally white. Even I couldn't deny how disgusting it looked. Marcus' voice broke as he finally yelled, "Alpha Jack, it's Ava! She's dead!" Dad's eyes widened in disbelief.

Serena was truly a failure—her own mom felt nothing at all about her death. With that, Tara became even more brazen, acting as if she were the rightful heir to the family. It wasn’t long after that, during a night out partying with her friends, Tara found herself alone in her car on the drive home. In the garage, she was suddenly ambushed. Her eyes were blindfolded, and she heard the voice of a familiar man. "Miss Tara, we helped you out of a big mess back then. Now that you’ve become the family heir, shouldn’t you show us some gratitude? We’ve spent over a decade in prison for you."

Tara was on the floor sobbing hysterically. “What happened?” Melody asked, kneeling. Tara looked up, she looked really hurt. “Dr. Davy is blaming me for his father’s death.” Melody was confused. “What does that even mean, and how did you get to kill his father?”

The photos. The recording. The report. Soon, all of it would reach Adrian. But not yet. Not here. Not while I was still close enough to be found. My assistant turned slightly in the front seat. “Ms. Vale, your flight boards in an hour. Should I shut down the old number?” I looked out at the fading line of New York and placed my hand over my stomach. “Yes,” I said. “Turn it off.” Scarlett Moretti died at her wedding. Stephanie Vale took her unborn child and her future with her. He deserved neither.