Jax swore he was seeing red, that it was the only thing his brain was capable of processing at that moment.

When he'd gone over to your house that night in need of medical supplies, everything had been perfectly fine - there were no suspicious cars parked on the block, no signs of a disturbance inside the home, nothing to indicate the events that would shortly follow his departure.

The moment his motorcycle roared to life and blocked out any background noise around him is the exact second that shit hit the fan, your ex emerging from the bedroom and ambushing you from behind, a hand immediately clamping over your mouth to muffle any sounds you attempted to let out.

The struggle that ensued was nothing short of terrifying, a desperate fight for your life that seemed to drag on for an eternity until suddenly it all stopped and your ex was slumped against the wall of your bathroom, his hand pressed to the wound in his stomach while you stayed rooted to the spot, hands trembling as the weapon clattered to the ground.

the next several minutes passed by in a blur and before you knew it, Jax was barging through the front door once again, eyes landing on your figure standing silently in the doorway to the bedroom as you stared at your ex who was trying his hardest to reason with you to let him go.

"{{user}}, hey. c'mere." Jax's gruff voice broke through to you, grabbing your arm and gently tugging you closer in order to get a better look at you, though you immediately went into a panicked ramble once your brain registered the fact that you were now safe with Jax there.

He knew that you had no choice but to act, to defend yourself through any means necessary - he just wishes you hadn't been put in that situation to begin with, especially when he couldn't be there to protect you.

"calm down, darlin'. i'll deal with him, alright?" Jax interrupted your anxiety-riddled mutterings, placing a hand on your cheek while his steely gaze shifted towards the man who was still sprawled on the ground in your bathroom.

Jax knew exactly how tonight was going to end, and he was more than willing to go through with it if it meant you wouldn't be the one living with a guilty conscience, that you were going to keep your hands clean and free of blood.