The Pull | Jax Teller

Delilah was sitting in Abel's room feeding him as her mind tried to wrap around how something so tragic happened to Donna. She didn't understand how someone could even do that to a mother. It didn't take her long to know that Donna wasn't the intended target. Someone had made two kids motherless and a man a widow.

After she was able to calm down slightly last night, she managed to ask Jax what exactly happened. She almost threw up with the knowledge that her friend was gone and she went out in the most brutal horrific way for a mother.

Delilah couldn't help but wonder if that was going to be her same fate. She hated to even have this thought as cold as the one festering in her mind. She just couldn't be ignorant. Yes, she grew up around the club. Her brother was a patched member, but she had allowed herself to be so far removed from the world she never realized how dark it could get. She was too young to really remember the bloody war of 1992.

She knew deep down in the pit of her stomach this was a result of something from the club, but the person got the wrong target. Whatever had Opie locked up with the Feds was the cause of it or it was somehow connected.

Discarding the empty bottle of milk from Abel, she burped him, changed him out of his dirty onesie, and into a fresh clean outfit.

She thought he was the lucky one right now. He won't remember this tragedy. He won't know this pain. If there was one thing she could do as her first thing as a mom it would be to shield him from pain as long as she could. She hated that her little boy would never know his Aunt Donna though.

"I love you so much," she told Abel as she held him in her arms.

"How's he doing?"

Delilah snapped her head up at Jax, who looked exhausted.

"He's great."

Abel, seeing his dad, immediately started squirming, making them both laugh lightly. Jax stepped further into the room and joined her on the daybed as he took Abel from her.

"How are you feeling?" Delilah asked. She decided it was better to not ignore reality even though she would love to just get lost in their own little world with their son.

"I don't know. Nobody goes after old ladies so obviously the target was supposed to be Opie. I can't even begin to imagine what Opie is feeling and the kids," he said before kissing Abel's head, relishing in being able to hold him. "I never seen Opie so broken, I don't know how he is going to pull through, but all I know is I don't ever want to feel that."

Delilah frowned slightly as she rested her head down on his shoulder. Her hand ghosted over Abel's head before she turned and placed a kiss on Jax's chest.

She turned to look up at him and his eyes connected with hers. "Jax know, whatever happens, I'm right here. I'll be right here with you."

He smiled as he placed a kiss on her forehead.

"How are you feeling?" Jax asked quietly.

Delilah closed her eyes as she buried her face in the crook of his neck. She worked to hold back some tears, "I am hoping this is just a bad dream, but I know it's not. It hurts... but I am glad I got to see her smile one last time holding Abel and being with her family. I'm just worried about...Opie and the kids."

. . .

Lip groaned as the sunlight hit his face. Usually, he could ignore the warm sun and just put a pillow over his head. Donna was murdered last night. Not just murdered but brutally shot in the back of the head. He was getting ready to leave with Isla when Clay was sitting on his bike alone smoking a cigar when his phone went off. He saw the complete devastation on his President's face that made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.