"Mommy will do her best, hmm?" Belle reassured Jax.
"You know I hate when you call yourself that," Jax hissed under his breath, his d**k still coated in two of Belle's daughters' p*****s, after their last fight. "We should just go. Let the f*****g empire fall. Who cares?" Jax tried one more time to reason with the woman he loved, as he and his mistress approached Janet and Vincent.
"Bite your tongue, son. Your father knows to keep up appearances. We'll fix things, hmm?" Belle said, like she had been fed the lines, like Don Russo was still whispering in her ear.
What could she do?
Obedience and keeping up appearances was all she had ever known.
The only way to protect her children from the devil she married and the world she was born into was to hold her head high and act happy.
