"Jesus Christ," Jax said, both a curse and a prayer. Closed Casket meant something very specific in their part of society and Jax didn't want to know who'd dared to fuck up Tig's kid and in such a messed up way. There was something dark in Tara's eyes, pained. He moved in close, one arm around her as if Jax could be her shield. His free hand rubbed over Macha's ears.

"This is real Tara. We've come from some dark shit but that doesn't mean we can't ever have anything good again." Maybe in a different world where God responded as they did, an eye for an eye, they wouldn't have this chance but here...Here it was different. Honestly and truly good and different.

"That was our old life. That was gangs and Clay and dark, bloody things and..." He couldn't say it hadn't touched their lives, so Jax paused, breathing in. "I slipped up, yeah, but this isn't gonna be the way things were."