"That ain't what hurts me," Jax said, trying to articulate what he felt. "Scares the shit out of me, yeah, that I'm gonna end up repeating your past."

He leaned back and ran his thumb over her lower lip, knuckles against her jaw. "I wanna make you happy. Make our boys happy. That's what keeps the hurts from coming."

No Clay. No coke. None of the bullshit that Tara was telling him about. They were going to start fresh here. Do shit right.

"I want to feel you sleep next to me. See you smile when you wake up. I want to be part of that."