Gemma dropped the girls off at TM, heading off to run some more errands which left Tara and Angela standing there in the parking lot alone. Angela glanced at the motorcycles parked in a neat line, recognizing both Juice and Happy's Dynas. "Jax is on his way so I'm gonna wait out here, but you can go inside if you want," Tara suggested, nodding towards the clubhouse. A few Croweaters were standing outside talking to some hang-arounds.

"I don't want to bother them," Angela said, playing with her keys as she glanced at her car.

Tara smiled, pushing her forward gently. "What do you have to lose?"

"Oh nice, T," she snarked back, rolling her eyes at the doctor. "Throw my own words back at me why don't you."

"They were wise words," Tara said with a knowing grin. "Go on. You're not gonna get very far with this club if you're too scared to walk in there alone."

"I hate you," Angela said with a shake of her head and a smile to show she didn't mean it. Taking a deep breath, she made her way to the front door of the clubhouse. She hesitated at the threshold; her nerves making her feel a little sick to her stomach. She was about to head back to her car when a Croweater brushed by her, knocking her shoulder against Angela's and giving her a glare as she disappeared inside. "Fuck it," Angela murmured, following her in; if the Croweater could just breeze in there, so could she.

Luckily, Happy spotted her first, the other club members were out of sight, most likely at the other end of the bar since she could hear them talking in low voices. Her cousin headed towards her from where he'd been looking at the computer with Juice who was still typing away, every so often making a frustrated grunt.

"Hey kid," he greeted, draping an arm over her shoulders and pulling her into a headlock. "What'd I tell you about playin' with guns?"

Of course he found out. He always did. She struggled against his arm, trying her best to get out of his grasp, though she knew it was pointless. She'd be stuck there until he decided to let go. "I wasn't playing. I had a target," she said logically, pushing at his arms with her hands to no avail. "It just happened to be a car this time."

Happy chuckled at her logic, letting her go with a shake of his head. "You at least get some good shots in?"

Angela nodded. "Back window, side mirror. Got a good shot at the rearview mirror, actually. You know, all the fun, shattering parts. I kept away from the body. That shit is expensive to fix."

A proud smile crossed his face as he bobbed his head. "That's my girl."

Juice didn't look up from the computer when he heard her. He just extended an arm, waiting for her to come and fill the space left there. She didn't disappoint. She stepped right into the space he'd left for her, allowing him to wrap his arm around her legs in an awkward hug. "Hey baby," he greeted, pulling his eyes from the screen for a brief moment to look up at her. "How'd you get here?"

"Gemma, surprisingly," Angela answered, sliding her arm around his shoulders. "Just came to pick up my car. Thought I'd say hi."

He pulled her down into his lap, grinning at her laughter. "Hi," he said, catching her lips in a sweet kiss.

"Hi," she replied before shooting a quick glance at Happy who wasn't looking too happy. She quickly pushed herself off of Juice knowing it was better not to piss her cousin off. "I gotta go take care of some things. I'll see you later?"

Juice nodded. "Yeah. Your place?"

She glanced at Happy who rolled his eyes and turned away for a moment, allowing them a minute of privacy. "Sounds good," she said, leaning over and giving him one last, long kiss.

He gave her ass a squeeze as she started to go, and she turned to give him a heated glare though the smirk on her face took the sting out of it. His eyes followed her back as she sauntered away, dirty thoughts creeping into his mind as he watched the swing of her hips. A slap to the back of his head pulled him from his thoughts. "Get back to work," Happy growled, a scowl on his face.

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Angela glanced at the clock as the minutes ticked by. It was late, but not too late. No reason for her to be worried that Juice hadn't come back yet. Still, she had a nervous knot in the pit of her stomach she couldn't shake. She glanced back at her book, rereading the same sentence she'd been trying to get through for the past ten minutes. Her cell phone started to ring, making her jump as the loud sound filled the dead quiet of her apartment.

Standing, she ran towards the kitchen counter, where'd she left it. "Angela Ruiz," she greeted out of habit.

" 'ey kid," Happy's rough voice replied. "Shit went south."

"What?" she asked, completely confused. They'd just been at the clubhouse only two hours before. What could've possibly gone wrong? "Where are you?"

Happy sighed and she could picture him running a hand over his head. "San Joa correctional," he replied curtly.

Angela clenched her teeth together, she knew what that meant. She'd gotten this phone call one too many times from her older cousin. He kept a stack of cash at her house for occasions such as this. 'Emergency money', he called it. "Shit, Hap," she murmured, trying to recall where she'd hidden it. "You need me to bail you out?"

"Don't think that's possible this time. You don't have enough. Just wanted to let you know where I was 'cause we might be here awhile. Don't say anythin' yet."

The fact he thought she didn't have enough cash to bail him out was not a good sign. It meant he was going to be in there longer than usual which meant he'd gotten caught doing something really bad. She knew he'd called her so she could think of some excuse to tell his mom since Elena would worry herself into an early grave if she found out her son was back in jail. "Yeah, all right. Is Juice with you too?"

"Yeah."

Worry squeezed at Angela's heart making her feel like she couldn't breathe. Happy had been in prison before, Happy was a ruthless killer, Happy didn't need protection...Juice-with his goofy grin-did. "Keep an eye on him, Hap."

"Yeah," he agreed. "Stay smart, kid. Be safe."

Angela smiled slightly. That was as close to an 'I love you' as she was going to get from her cousin while he was in a state facility. "Love you too, Hap. Be good in there."

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Skeeter walked into his office to find Angela sitting there flipping though a catalog, her head propped up on a hand looking absolutely miserable. "Hey Angie," he said, catching her attention. She looked up at him, her dark eyes filled with worry. He'd heard a few members of the club had gotten picked up and were in county. By the looks of his assistant, one of them had been hers.

Charming wasn't always booming with funeral jobs, so he'd taken to helping the San Joaquin Coroner's department with transport as well. He'd gotten a call earlier in the morning for a body pick up at the San Joaquin County Corrections Facility that needed to be taken to St. Thomas for autopsy and now seemed as good as time as any to go, especially if going there would cheer Angela up. They had to walk through some of the jail to get to the morgue; maybe she'd be able to see her boys. "I got a pick up at San Joa County. I could use some help if you want to tag along. I know the guys are there. Maybe we'll hear some news."

She perked up a little bit, a small smile crossing her face. "Yeah?"

"Yeah. C'mon, sweetheart," he said fiddling with his keys. "Better than watching you pout all day."

"Thanks, Skeet," she said as she followed him out to the van.

Once at San Joa County, Angela followed behind Skeeter as they headed into the back entrance, a plastic body bag tucked under her arm. "We're gonna go through the infirmary to get to the morgue," he explained, pushing the cart in front of him. "Stay close."

Angela nodded as they stepped into the infirmary. She wrinkled her nose at the smell of blood and sweat that filled it. The facility was antiquated and filthy. She glanced at a few of the beds to find the prisoners in them didn't look much better. Then she saw a familiar tattooed head. A lump formed in her throat as she noted the two bandages on his back, both with red splotches staining them from where blood had soaked through. She felt sick to her stomach. "Juice?" she breathed, hoping it was a coincidence and some other prisoner just happened to have the same tattooed head and hairstyle.

Juice heard her voice and whipped his head around to the doorway. He swallowed hard when he saw her standing there, a worried look in her dark eyes. "Angel," he breathed, wincing as he moved to sit up on his elbows.

She rushed to him, kneeling down beside his bed, taking his face in her hands, and pressing her lips to his. His hand reached around her head, fingers tangling in her hair and holding her closer. After almost getting raped by Dion, the feel of her hands on his skin was like heaven. "What happened, Juice?" she asked, her voice shaking. She knew she shouldn't be doing this; that it might cost Skeeter his transport job since she was breaking protocol but at that moment, she didn't care. She was being selfish, but she couldn't help it; Juice was hurt and she needed to make sure he was okay."Are you okay?"

"You don't want to know but...I'm a lot better now," he replied honestly, giving her a smile.

A throat cleared behind them and Angela froze, her dark eyes growing wide as she looked over his shoulder. "What do we have here?" Agent Stahl drew out, a smirk on her face. She nodded at Angela. "Ms. Ruiz."

Angela stood up straight, her fingers just barely brushing across the skin of his shoulder. Her feet were spread out shoulder width apart, shoulders squared towards Stahl to show she wasn't afraid of the her. "Stahl," she greeted on a nod.

"Strange to see you here. I didn't think lowly undertakers had clearance for infirmary visits," she said, her head tilted to the side as she looked Angela over. "Your visit is over. It's my turn now."

Juice glanced up at Angela, watching as she clenched her jaw. She made no move to leave, just stood there, her fingers curled into fists. "I'm not going anywhere," she spat.

"That's not up to you, Angie. You see, unlike you, I have clearance to be here. You're lucky I don't have you arrested on the spot, though I'm sure San Joa's female prison would love to have a pretty little thing like you," Stahl threatened, her face just inches from Angela's.

"Angie," Skeeter's voice said from the doorway. He had thought to leave her with Juice until he was finished with his business and then come pick her up. But when he saw the suited woman walk in, he knew there was going to be a problem. Angela's dark eyes stayed on Stahl as she stood firm. It was almost as if she couldn't hear her boss. "C'mon, sweetheart, let's go," he tried to coax her.

"Why don't you listen to your boss, sweetheart?" Stahl mocked with a smug smirk. "Before you hurt yourself. You wouldn't want to lose your job protecting someone who doesn't really care about you, would you?"

Juice watched as she lifted her arm, ready to swing at the Agent. "Angel!" he shouted, taking her other hand in his. He placed a kiss on the top of it, trying to subtly convey how wrong Stahl was. "Go. She's not worth it. I'm fine."

Angela swallowed back her rage and nodded, squeezing his hand and leaning over to drop a kiss to his head before she let go. Silently, she pushed passed Stahl, making sure to hit her shoulder with her own on her way out. Juice turned his head to watch her go, feeling slightly turned on by the dark, protective look in her eyes. "Got yourself a feisty one, dontcha Juan Carlos? Would hate to see her skip out on ya while you were inside."

Juice didn't doubt for a second that Angela would stick around. Seeing her ready to punch out a federal agent was proof he didn't need to. If he hadn't stopped her, he was sure she would've decked Stahl, and he would've done the exact same thing for her. He was sure Angela wasn't going to anywhere anytime soon, mostly because he was never going to let that happen. She was part of his life now, one of the best parts, and he wasn't about to let her slip away.

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After what happened at the prison infirmary, Skeeter gave Angela the rest of the day off to cool down. She honestly didn't know what to do with herself. Sitting in front of the TV, she tried to play video games, but couldn't focus. The image of Juice lying in the hospital bed with those bloodied bandages kept flashing through her head, making her heart ache. She turned off the video game and took in deep breaths, closing her eyes and trying her best to calm down.

Her phone rang, providing her with a much needed distraction. She answered it quickly. "Angela Ruiz?"

"Angie? It's Gemma," the woman's voice came on the other line. "Listen, I got Ope's kids here. Was wonderin' if you were free to entertain them."

"Yes!" she replied a little too eagerly. She would much rather be out with Ellie and Kenny than sitting there going over what had just happened. "I can take 'em off your hands for awhile. No problem."

"Good. We're at Jax's place."

"Okay. See you in a bit," Angela said, standing up from the couch and rushing to her room. She changed quickly into a pair of simple jeans and an old Zeppelin concert tee before putting on some flip flops and heading to Gemma's.

"Hey there Undertaker," Gemma greeted as she opened the door. The worried and almost pained look on Angela's face bothered her; Happy had been in prison before, she shouldn't look so worried. The fact it was Juice she was so worried about didn't cross Gemma's mind; family always came first with her. "What's wrong?"

Angela glanced over the woman's shoulder to make sure the kids were out of earshot. "I went to San Joa today for a job," she said softly, pushing a stray hair behind her ear nervously as she followed Gemma inside to the kitchen. "Had to walk through the infirmary."

Gemma's eyes widened, she knew exactly where Angela was going with this. "Who was it?"

She sighed, twisting her ring around her finger as the image flashed through her head again. "Juice," she replied, the angry feelings bubbling back up.

"I knew they weren't safe in there!" Gemma explained. "What the hell happened?"

"I don't know. That ATF bitch kicked me out before I could ask," she spat out in answer. "I woulda hit her but Juice stopped me."

A hint of a proud smile turned up the corner of Gemma's lips. "You were going to hit a fed?"

Angela nodded slowly. "I wasn't really thinking clearly. He was hurt and bleeding and she was being such a bitch that I just...lost it. Juice was the only thing that stopped me."

Gemma set a hand on her shoulder. "You did good, Ang. Hittin' her was only gonna land you in jail too," she said, trying to calm the other girl. "That why you're so eager to take the kids?"

"Yeah," she answered on a breath. "I couldn't sit in that apartment anymore. I was driving myself crazy."

"Bring 'em back here and we'll all have dinner together," Gemma ordered, squeezing the younger girl's shoulder before leading her towards the living room. "Look who's here, kids."

"Angie!" Ellie and Kenny both jumped up to greet her. Their familiar chatter was a welcome distraction from her own thoughts and oddly relaxing to Angela. Sighing, she smiled at Gemma as she led them out to her car.

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Angela pushed her food around on the plate as she listened to Gemma and Tara talk about what happened with some guy named Oswald. She felt so lost in everything that was happening. She'd taken Kenny and Ellie to the movies, but hadn't been able to focus on the images on the screen. Then they went to visit Chibs, taking him flowers and a card. Unfortunately, the Scot had been asleep when they got there. Whatever assurance Angela was seeking with him had to wait until a time when he was awake.

The doorbell ringing pulled her from her thoughts. Tara pushed away from the table and went to get it. After a few minutes, Gemma went to go see what was going on. Angela got up from the table, reaching over to clear the plates and take them to the kitchen. Ellie went over to help her. "Angie, what's wrong?" she asked, helping Angela scrape the plates into the garbage while her brother pulled out his video game. "I heard about Pop's friends going to jail. Is that were Juice is?"

Angela wasn't surprised Ellie had picked up on it. Gemma treated the kids like they were invisible, talking to Tara as though they weren't there. "Yeah, it is."

"Is that why you're sad?"

"I'm not sad, just worried," she admitted with a small smile as she put the last dish in the dishwasher.

Ellie wrapped her arms around Angela's waist in a hug. "It'll be okay, Angie. My Pops went to jail and he's okay now."

Angela smiled, bending over to hug Ellie back. "Thanks, El."

Tara came back into the kitchen, muttering to herself. "Stupid porn star."

Angela raised an eyebrow at Gemma who sighed. "Little blonde porn star came to pick up Ope's kids," the older woman explained.

"Lyla?" she asked, trying to hide a smile. If Opie had asked Lyla to pick up his kids, that was a step in the right direction for their budding relationship.

"Sure." Gemma glanced over at Tara who had started helping Ellie with her homework. "I'm gonna go to the garage. Will you two be all right here?"

Tara nodded. "Yeah, we should be good."

The Queen kissed both children on the head before making her exit. Angela walked over to the couch, taking a seat next to Kenny. He shifted so his head was resting against her arm, turning so she could see the video screen. She watched him play the game, her fingers playing absentmindedly with his hair.

The doorbell rang again about an hour later and Opie stepped in to pick up his kids. He glanced over at the couch where Kenny was talking with Angela as she watched him play her video game. The sight of his son leaning up against her and chatting with her made Opie miss Donna who used to do the same thing. His kids needed a mother and needed one soon. He cleared his throat, catching Kenny's attention. "Hey you guys, let's go," he said to the kids. "Thank Tara and Angie."

"Thanks Angie," Kenny said as he slung his backpack over his shoulder before turning to Tara. "Thank you, Tara.

Ellie gave Angela a quick hug before thanking Tara. They both headed to the car while Opie hung back. Angela nodded a greeting to Opie before heading off to the bathroom. Whatever Tara wanted to say to Opie was not her business.

When she walked back out, Opie was gone. She spotted Tara sitting on the couch, head in her hands and went to go sit down next to her. "I wasn't...out of line with this whole porn star thing, was I?" the doctor asked.

"Depends," Angela answered honestly. "Were you doing it because you didn't trust a woman you hardly know with those kids or because she's a porn star?"

Tara shook her head. "I don't even know anymore. Everything is so messed up, I just can't...make sense of it all. How could he send a woman like that to pick up his kids? Did they even know who she was?"

"No," Angela said with a shake of her head. Tara gave her a questioning look and she shrugged. "I asked. You did the right thing, T. Maybe not for the right reasons, but it was the right thing. Lyla's a nice girl, but you didn't know that."

"Thanks."

"I got your back," she said with a small smile.

The house phone rang, loud and shrilly in the house. Tara rushed over to get it, almost knocking over a kitchen chair in the process. "Hello?...Really!...We'll be right over!" she exclaimed, gesturing to Angela to get ready before hanging up the phone. "Oswald posted bail."

Angela's dark eyes lit up with happiness as a sigh of relief escaped her lips. "Really?"

"Yeah," Tara said going to hug the other girl. "Our boys are comin' home!"

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Angela stood in the doorway of the TM office, watching the front gates anxiously. She knew Juice wouldn't be in that van, but Happy would be and she was just as eager to see him. She didn't know how Tara and Gemma kept calm during an exciting night like this, she could hardly stand still. Their boys were coming home! The headlights flooded the parking lot. "They're here!" Angela exclaimed.

Gemma and Tara both jumped up following Angela as she headed towards the van. Clay got out first and headed straight for the clubhouse without sparing a second glance to the women waiting there. The other boys followed after slowly while Jax headed in the other direction leaving the three women standing between the clubhouse and TM very confused.

"Go," Gemma said, pushing Tara towards where Jax had disappeared. "Undertaker, you're with me."

Angela nodded following Gemma into the clubhouse. The boys were sitting at the bar looking thoroughly exhausted. Gemma went straight to Clay and the two headed back towards the bedrooms to talk. Angela made her way over to Happy who held out an arm to her, draping it over her shoulders and pulling her in for a half hug. "Sup, cousin?" he asked.

She knew the strange greeting was his subtle way of telling the brothers who didn't know of their relationship he wasn't trying to slide in on Juice's girl while he was gone; that she was family. She could tell by Bobby's curious look that he hadn't known. "Interesting," he muttered under his breath, but he kept all other comments to himself. It was not the time for questioning when there was so much turmoil going on within the club.

"Glad to have you all back," Angela stated on a relieved sigh. "I heard what happened to Juice."

"Nothin' I could do about it," Happy assured her with a shrug of his shoulder.

Angela didn't look convinced, but she wasn't about to call him on it. It was best not to question Happy. "Where did they take him?"

"On his way to St. Thomas," Tig put in. "Should be there any time now. Visiting hours don't start 'til nine though so you got awhile."

She was already pulling her keys out of her pocket. "Not for me," she said, pecking Happy's cheek. "St. Thomas doesn't have the money to make individualized key cards. You have one card, you can open any door. Morgue, ICU, whatever."

"Check on Chibs while you're at it, darlin'," Bobby suggested.

"Will do," Angela called over her shoulder as she headed out the door. She sprinted to her car, not wanting to waste any time in getting to the hospital. The trip there was short, mostly because she drove well over the speed limit.

She pulled up to the back entrance of the hospital, using her key card to let herself in. Stealthily, she climbed up the stairs to the intensive care unit and crept down the halls, peeking in windows as she went. She passed by Chibs' room and peeked in to see him watching TV, a bored look on his face. She'd come back later, she decided, as she headed down the hall.

She glanced at each white board, looking for his name. Finally, she found it. Juan Carlos Ortiz. Smiling, she set her hand on the door knob when a voice stopped her. "Visiting hours are way over."

Angela turned to find a nurses heading her way. She clenched her teeth together, feeling foolish for getting caught. "Oh I know. I just..."

"Juan Carlos," the nurse read his name. "This one just got sent over from San Joaquin Correctional."

"Yep," she said on a breath.

"I've seen you around here before..."

Angela nodded. "Yeah, I pick up the dead bodies."

"Right," she said on a smile. "Is he your boyfriend?"

"You could say that," she answered, a little uncomfortable with the label but she'd agree to anything if it allowed her a visit. "Look, Miss..."

"Chloe," the nurse filled in, looking a little amused.

"Chloe, I don't want any trouble. I just want to see him. I don't even know what happened."

Chloe gave her a sympathetic smile. "He was shivved in the back twice. Lucky for him, the shank missed his vital organs. Unlucky for him, he's got blood in his stool...means something isn't patched up all the way so we're gonna keep him here a bit 'til that goes away," she explained in a calm voice. "Now, I'll let you in there, but the guy's heavily sedated; not much good is going to come from visiting him. But I have a feeling you already knew that and just wanted the peace of mind that comes with seeing your loved one alive and breathing."

Angela nodded slowly, surprised by the nurse's kindness. "Yeah, thanks."

"No worries. Take your time," she said heading down the hallway.

Quickly, Angela slipped inside the room, closing the door quietly behind her. As the nurse had said, Juice was sleeping peacefully. She was glad to see he was resting on his back this time. It meant he was healed enough to be comfortable in the position. Slowly, she approached the bed, her hands curling around the railing. "Hey you," she murmured, feeling stupid for talking to a sedated person.

She reached a hand out and ran it over the side of his head; smiling a bit as his short hair tickled her palm. He wasn't going to be happy about his mowhawk growing out; he worked damn hard to make sure it was perfectly shaved every day. Leaning over the bed, she pressed a kiss to his forehead. "I'll be back tomorrow, baby," she whispered, squeezing his hand before walking out of the room.

She was glad to see there were no nurses in the hall this time and took the opportunity to sprint towards Chibs' room. Slipping in quickly, she grinned at the Scottish man sitting in the hospital bed. " 'ey there, Angie girl," he greeted her with a tired smile. "Bit late for visitors, no?"

"Key card," she explained holding up the card with her ID picture on it. "How you feelin', Chibbies?"

"Like I got blown up," he answered with a smirk. "Don't help that there's nothin' but shit on TV. What are you doin' here? And don't say visitin' me, 'cause it's too damn late for that."

Angela sighed as she took a seat in the chair next to him. "Juice got shivved in county."

"You're kiddin'," Chibs said on a frown. He'd heard from Gemma about the guys being taken inside, but he had yet to hear about Juice. "He all right?"

She nodded. "Sedated. Just down the hall. The boys got out on bail tonight so..."

"He was transported here," he finished. "And you bein' the good girl ya are, came right away."

"I was worried," she said on a shrug. "Then I thought I'd stop by and see my favorite Scot too."

Chibs smiled at her as he sighed. "You're too kind. Ye should go home and sleep a bit, though. Make yourself pretty for when Juicy boy wakes up. I'm sure you'll be a sight for sore eyes."

"Are you tryin' to tell me I don't look pretty?" she teased with a grin. She knew she had to look awful. She hadn't slept at all the night before and after the day she had today...she must look like crap.

"You know you're always pretty, Angie. You just look like shit right now."

Angela laughed as she stood up from the chair. She appreciated his honesty. "Thanks, Chibs. I'll see you soon."

"Night, love," he said, nodding to her as she headed towards the door. "Get some sleep."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she murmured, rolling her eyes at him. She headed back into the hallway and ran into the nurse from before.

Chloe nodded to her. "Get that peace of mind?"

Angela nodded. "Yeah, I did. Thanks."

"My job's to heal. Healing goes past the people in those beds. Sometimes other nurses forget that family members hurt too. Visiting hours are bullshit anyway. It's ridiculous to keep family from their sick loved ones."

"Couldn't agree with you more," she replied with a smile. She liked this chicks. "Thanks again."

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Trudging up the steps to her apartment, she was surprised to see the lights were on. Breathing in a deep breath to slow her heart rate, she reached into her purse and pulled out the Glock Happy had given her for her sixteenth birthday. She'd slipped it into her purse the night the boys were taken into custody knowing without them around; things were a little more dangerous. Now she was glad she had thought of it. Slowly, she opened the door stepping in with the gun pointed in front of her.

"Put it down, kid," Happy's bored voice came from the couch.

Angela lowered the gun with a relieved sigh and put it back in her purse, kicking the door closed behind her and flipping the lock. Happy was sitting on her couch, his long arms draped over the back of it, feet propped up on the table, a beer dangling from his long fingers. "What are you doin' here? Shouldn't you be with a Croweater or somethin'?" she asked, sitting down next to him, her legs folded underneath her.

"Nah, bitches already went home for the night," he explained, moving his arm so it was around her shoulders. "Just needed some chill time and didn't feel like drivin' to Mom's."

"Did I leave the door unlocked again?" she asked on a yawn. She'd been in such a rush to get out, she couldn't remember if she'd locked it or not.

"Nah, you got a key hidden in that ceramic skull," he said, his eyes focused on the TV instead of her.

"How'd you know?"

"Saw it out there. You been hiding shit in there since you were a kid." He turned his head to look at her and frowned, she looked like shit. Dark circles ringed her eyes and her hair was a mess, like she'd been running her fingers through it all night. "You all right?"

"Tired," she answered on another yawn, leaning her head against his shoulder.

"You really care about that idiot, don't you?"

Angela shrugged a shoulder. "I dunno. I guess."

He grunted in response. "Fool cares about you too."

"You think...do you think it'll last, Hap?" she asked, merely out of curiosity. Happy was more in tune with the way club relationships work than she was.

Happy shifted uncomfortably. He was probably the worst person to ask relationship questions. "You gettin' in too deep, kid?"

Angela shook her head slowly. "No...I don't know. Maybe," she whispered honestly. "I went to San Joa today and saw him in the infirmary and then Stahl was there and I just...Hap, I was gonna hit her. I almost hit a fed because she wanted to get between us. I saw red for a second and all I could think about was hitting that dumb bitch. I woulda done it too, 'cept Juice stopped me."

"I know the feeling," he admitted with a sly grin. It was one he knew well and loved; that blind rage that made it so easy to kill so guiltlessly for his family. "Family trait."

"Weird," she murmured before looking up at him. "Is that how you feel when you do...what you do?"

He shrugged. "Don't worry about it." She nodded in response, a wide yawn escaping her lips. He chuckled as he saw her eyes start to droop closed. "Go to sleep, kid."

"I can take the couch, Hap. You won't fit."

Happy snorted and shook his head, he wasn't about to go sleep in the same room his little cousin and that mowhawked idiot slept every night. "Nah, I'm okay. Just sleep. You look like shit."

"Thanks, cuz," she said, standing up with a grunt. That was the second time someone had said that to her. She must look just as awful as she felt. She leaned over to kiss his cheek. "I'm glad you're out, Hap. I really hate when you go inside."

"I know," he replied. Last time he'd gone inside, she'd been almost fourteen, and he'd been stuck in there for three years. By the time he got out, she was skipping school and dating a Mayan. He was the one who had always kept her on track; he was the one who made sure she kept her nose clean. His brief absence had turned her world upside down. "Love you, kid."

She gave him a full-fledged smile, kissing his scruffy head once again. Though she knew he loved her, it was rare he said it, and she loved to hear it as any kid loved to hear from their guardian. "You too, Hap. Night."