It wasn’t even twelve hours ago when he had lost his best friend, watched as his head was caved in with a steel pipe. The pressure of trying to keep his brothers alive while inside and the impossible choice that he was given. Which one of them died, something he tried so hard to prevent, tried to find a way around it. He hated the fact that Opie had taken upon himself to be the one to go, and didn't even hesitate. It broke something in the outlaw, fractured a part of his soul. He was driven by anger and vengeance. He was going to find the prison guard and he was going to kill him but that would have to wait.
He needed to find Payne, he needed to be the one that told her that Opie was dead. He had told everyone that he would meet them back at the club. He had to do this alone. They respected that and now here he stood at the door of her home. There was a part of him that didn’t want to do this. He didn’t want to see the pain in her eyes. Jax had known Payne since he was a teenager, all three of them had been inseparable. Ever since she came back to Charming, it stirred something in him — feelings that he had stuffed deep down and forgotten. He had feelings for the brunette, something he had never spoken out loud. Too afraid of ruining a friendship, and he didn’t want to lose that. He knocked on the door and waited until the door opened.
He stood there, hands in his pockets. The moment he saw her standing there at the door frame he almost lost his composure right then and there. He gave a somber smile, not that trademark smile he was so well known for. He gave a sadden smile, those deep set blue eyes were soft, a somber look masked his features. “ Hey, darlin’ —-” he voice shook slightly and he wasn’t sure if he would be able to keep it together much longer. Those memories are still fresh in his memory of Opie’s last moments. He looked away for a moment, his lower lip trembled slightly, his hand came to run over his mouth. He let out a shaky breath as he spoke. “Do you have a moment to talk? It's important.” It’s about Opie. He thought he couldn’t bring himself to say it yet. It was too much. In that moment he craved a cigarette, anything to settle this aching in his chest.