Juice stared at the motorcycle magazine in his hands as he sat on one of the uncomfortable cargo plane seats. He'd been reading the same line for what felt like an hour without having it sink in. It was a ten and a half hour flight to Ireland, and he hadn't been able to sleep at all unlike most of his brothers who were snoring around him. Thoughts of his fight with Angela plagued him, made him feel restless. All he wanted to do was call her, work things out, but he couldn't do that. Not on the plane.

"Your girl did good today," Gemma's voice said, pulling him from his thoughts.

Juice lifted his head, glancing at Gemma whom, he realized, was talking to Happy. "She's a smart kid," Happy said in response, a look of pride on his face.

Juice raised an eyebrow in response wondering who they could possibly be talking about. Happy didn't have a girl. The only women in his life were his mom, his aunt, and... "Angela?"

She nodded in response. "Helped me get out of the hospital. No questions asked."

"What?" he breathed, his brows drawn together in confusion. That wasn't like Angela. She didn't do favors for the club because she didn't want a part in it. As she'd said before, she wasn't bound by the club's rules. There was no cut on her back. "Angela. My Angela was part of your whole plan?"

Happy pulled a face at Juice's description of Angela. He nodded his head slowly. "Yeah."

"Rode with Tig in the getaway car," Gemma replied on a nod. "She was gonna drive it, but Tig wasn't about to let that happen."

Juice glanced at Happy, shocked. "And you knew?"

"You didn't?" came the Tacoma killer's gruff response. "The Doc set it up."

He fought against the urge to laugh. She'd been telling the truth when she said she went to talk to Tara, and before she could explain what was going on, they'd fought about her presence at the rally. He felt like a total idiot for yelling at her for being disloyal when all the while she had been planning to break the law to help the Queen of SAMCRO. "How'd you convince her to do that?" he asked Gemma.

"Dunno. It was Tara who did the convincing," she explained on a shrug. "She's a smart girl. Loyal. From what I see she's got a good heart too."

Juice nodded in agreement. "Yeah, she really does," he murmured to himself, shaking his head and feeling like the dumbest man alive. What had he done?

Gemma noticed the guilt flash across the younger man's face and raised an eyebrow. "Somethin' wrong?"

He shrugged a shoulder. He wasn't about to tell Gemma about the whole Mayan dilemma. It seemed the Queen of SAMCRO was just beginning to like Angela, and he wasn't about to ruin it by creating a feeling of mistrust between them. "Just don't like leavin' her. Got a bad feeling about it for some reason," he answered. It was an honest answer, despite their argument, something felt...off.

"She can handle herself," Happy put in confidently.

Juice nodded. "That doesn't make the bad feeling go away."

"It should."

"It doesn't."

Gemma smirked at their back and forth, shaking her head at the two of them. "Relax. Both of ya. That bad feeling ya got? It happens when you leave people you care about behind. It's nothing outta the ordinary, Juice. Everything's going to be fine."

Juice nodded, rubbing his palms on his pants as he let out a sigh. "Hope so."

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Kozik groaned as his phone went off loudly in the middle of the night. Reaching out a blind hand, he smacked the Croweater that was next to him in the face on accident. She whined in protest to which he grunted an apology before reaching out his other hand and finding the vibrating phone on the bed stand. "Yeah?" he answered around a yawn.

"Hi Kozi," Angela greeted on the other end, her voice bright a cheery despite the earlier hour.

He groaned as he checked the clock. "Kid, it's almost three in the morning," he said, running a hand through his hair. "What could you possibly want?"

"Remember that one time in Tacoma when you needed me to bail you out of jail 'cause you got caught doing that thing and you didn't want anyone else to know and you said you owed me one?" she stared out.

"Vaguely."

She sighed. "I'm gonna need to cash that in. Now."

He sat up quickly, the movement knocking the woman that had been draped over him off the bed. Every single bad situation Angela could possibly get into went through his mind. The possibilities were endless...as were the options of what Happy would do to him if he let his little cousin get into any sort of trouble that would require jail time. "Jesus, Angela. What the hell happened?"

She winced at his use of her full name, not at all used to hearing it from Kozik. He only used it a few times and those times, she'd been in a lot of trouble for doing stupid things. "Long story. I'm at Charming PD. Can you come pick me up? Please?"

Kozik sighed, throwing his legs out of bed and grabbing his pants off the ground. "How much money do I need for bail?"

"None, actually. I just need a ride home. As soon as possible please," she explained shifting uncomfortably under Unser's scrutinizing gaze.

"You're killin' me smalls," he muttered pulling on some pants and shirt before shouldering on his cut. "Be there in a minute."

Angela hung up the phone and smiled at Unser. "Thanks."

"Standard protocol," he said, gesturing to the phone with a frown. "FBI is gonna be around to question those who participated in Gemma's escape. Maybe you should...figure out your story."

"Gemma escaped?" she asked, feigning shock. "Where did she go?"

Unser narrowed his eyes at her. "You're gonna go with that excuse?"

"What excuse? I told Tig he couldn't push that truck over 85 on the highway. He decided to prove me wrong. The fact your whole fleet chased after us and let Gemma get away wasn't my fault," she explained on a shrug. She nodded a greeting to Kozik before turning back to Unser. "Nice to officially meet you though, Chief."

The Chief muttered something unintelligible before gesturing for her to leave. She skipped towards Kozik. "Hey Kozi."

"Sup, kid?" he asked, draping an arm over her shoulders. "Whatdya do?"

Angela let him lead her out to his bike, yawning on her way over. "Nothing."

"You're tellin' me later," he said, handing her his extra helmet. She looked into the helmet, studying the foam padding inside of it. "What?"

"Just makin' sure there's no weave left in it from the last girl."

Kozik rolled his eyes. "That was one time, Ang."

She laughed swinging a leg over his bike and settling in behind him. Riding the bike with Kozik was the same as riding it with Happy; all she had to do was hold on loosely and enjoy the ride. He took her back to her house and followed her inside. "You don't have to worry about tellin' Hap about all this. He already knows what I'd planned to do," Angela said nonchalantly as she took a seat on the couch.

"Does he know it put ya in jail?," he answered sitting down next to her.

She shook her head. "That you can keep to yourself."

Kozik chuckled and nodded in agreement. What Happy didn't know wouldn't hurt him. "So what'd you do?"

"Bailed Gemma outta the hospital."

He raised an eyebrow at her in surprise. "So much for not getting involved with the club."

"I did it for Gemma, Koz," she explained for what felt like the millionth time. "How could she go to jail knowing her grandson was missing?"

"Easy. She goes to jail, the guys bring home the kid, everything's fine."

Angela rolled her eyes at him. "Please," she said around a yawn. "I know I did the right thing."

"Whatever, kid," he said, ruffling her hair lovingly, a proud grin on his face.

"Hey Koz?"

"Yeah?"

"You think I should cut ties with the Mayans? I mean, I went to their rally yesterday, and Juice flipped out. He said I was being disrespectful to the club but...Hap said the Sons and the Mayans were cool. It's just Juice that has a problem with it."

Kozik played with the tips of his hair as he thought it over. "I don't know, kid. I know what you're gettin' at, the Mayans are you friends and shit, but if that's how he feels..."

"I know, I know, I should respect that. I just...I feel like I bend so much for him and he won't do the same for me, you know?" she explained, finally voicing her feelings about it. She knew her opinions were safe with Kozik.

He nodded in response. "Well you were fine stayin' away from the Mayans before when we were unfriendly. Why do you have a bug up your ass to hang out with 'em now?"

She frowned and shrugged a shoulder. "I don't know. Before it was easy because I knew associating with them could potentially hurt Juice or Hap or you but now that the threat isn't there...it's hard to find a good reason to stay away."

"Juice isn't a good reason?"

"I don't know," she answered honestly. "Part of me wonders how long he'll stick around for."

"The part of you that's an idiot. Trust me, kid, if he was gonna bail, he'da done it already," he commented with a shake of his head. At her skeptical look, he sighed. "Now, I'm gonna say somethin' that is gonna stay between you and me, aight?"

Angela rolled her eyes. "Here comes the corny line."

"Nah, no corny line. Just listen," Kozik said smirking at her. "I'm not gonna sit here and tell you you're gorgeous and all that bullshit because you already know that. I'm gonna tell you that you're not a bad catch, kid. I'm not sayin' any guy'd be lucky to have you because that's bull shit. Some guys would be real unlucky to have you actually because you're difficult as hell to deal with and you got Hap on your ass all the time, but...you and Juice, that shit works. You're lucky to have him and vice versa. This shit with the Mayans...is it really worth losing your catch? You can say there are plenty more fish in the sea, but you're lookin' for a goddamn shark, kid, 'cause only a shark is gonna put up with all your shit."

"And Juice is a shark?"

"He's got the damn fin on top of his head an' everything," he said, nodding slowly.

She laughed lightly as she pictured Juice's cropped mowhawk grown out just a little longer and shaped into a fin. "I don't know if what you said is brilliant or total bull," she said, looking up at him with a mix of surprise and annoyance.

Kozik bobbed his head in a nod. "It's brilliant. Let it settle in a minute."

"All right," she said around a yawn as she stood. "I'm goin' to bed. I gotta go to work in like five hours."

" 'ey, you mind if I crash here the rest of the night?" he asked, already stretching out across the couch.

"Nah, go ahead," she answered on a shrug. In fact, she preferred him to stay; it felt safer than being in that house all alone. "Why though?"

He shrugged a shoulder as he put his hands underneath his head. "Got a chick in my bed at the clubhouse. Don't want to give her any ideas if I get back in bed with her. They get clingy."

Angela shook her head at him. "Manwhore," she muttered under her breath. He just grinned cockily at her, unfazed by the name calling. She leaned over and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Thanks for pickin' me up, Kozi."

"Anytime," he said giving her a nod. "Love ya, kiddo."

"You too, Koz. Night."

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Angela wasn't surprised when she woke up and Kozik was still sleeping away on the sofa. She made herself some coffee and put it in her travelling mug before leaving a note for Kozik and heading out the door. After stopping by the funeral home to get the big van, she headed towards St. Thomas for a pick up. Apparently, the guy who shot up the funeral home was ready to be transported back to Lodi. Skeeter promised her he'd drive to Lodi if she just picked the body up from St. Thomas so that he could finish up his paperwork.

She had one business matter to take care of first, though. She had to talk to Tara. Parking her gurney in front of the morgue, she headed towards the front office to see if she could find her. It was easier to locate the doctor than she thought it would be; Tara was at the front desk talking to an admin about something or other. Angela nodded a greeting to the admin before turning to Tara. "Got a sec?" she asked.

Tara nodded. "My office?"

"Preferably," she said, following the doctor towards her office which Angela swore had once been a storage closet. "Nice digs."

She smirked in response. "It's not much, but at least I have an office. What's up?"

"Tig needs bail money. Now, I can cover like three-quarters of the cost, but I can't afford all of it and still pay for my aunt's meds. I hate to ask but..."

Tara sighed as she nodded. "We can split it right down the middle. I got you into this mess, we should share the consequences," she offered with a smile. "I'm actually about to go on break, so I can probably pick him up."

"Awesome. Thanks, T."

"Yeah, of course," she replied, waving off her thanks. "Do you have your story straight?"

Angela smirked at her. "What story? I bet Tig he couldn't get that truck to go past 85 miles per hour. Not my fault Charming PD thought I was Gemma. I didn't even know she got out."

"Right. Of course," Tara said on a laugh. She liked Angela's nonchalance; it made her feel more at ease about the whole situation. "Thanks for everything, Ang."

"For what? I didn't do anything," Angela insisted innocently. "I'm gonna go get some more coffee. See you later?"

Tara nodded. "I'm gonna head over to TM later, take care of some invoices."

"Wanna do dinner?" she asked. At Tara's questioning look, Angela shrugged. "C'mon. We can bitch about our guys. Drink our worries away. Fun stuff like that."

She thought about the offer. Since Jax was gone, she really didn't have anything else to do, and she was willing to bet Angela didn't either. Having dinner with a friend didn't sound like too bad an idea. "Sounds good to me. I'll meet you at TM and we can figure something out."

"See you then," Tara said, smiling as she watched the undertaker leave.

Angela topped off her coffee in the cafeteria before heading towards the morgue where she'd already left her cart. She stopped a few feet in away from the big metal doors when she saw a Hispanic man in front of them, trying his best to jerk the locked doors open. "Can I help you?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

He turned to look at her, a panicked look in his dark eyes. His face, though badly bruised, was somewhat familiar. "You work here?" he asked, taking a few steps towards her.

"Yes," she answered slowly. "Is there a way I can help you, Sir?"

"I want to see my boy. I want to see Pozo," he demanded looking back at the closed morgue doors.

Angela took in a deep breath as she felt panic slowly seep into her veins. This man was allied with the man who had shot up the funeral home. He probably had been one of the shooters as well. She knew where she recognized him from now; he'd been at the rally in a Calaveras cut. Now, he had no cut and looked like a caged animal ready to pounce. "Sir, I'm not allowed to let you in there," she stated calmly. "It's for authorized personnel only."

He took her by the arms, shoving her against the wall. She let go of the coffee cup, splaying her palms flat against the wall to cushion her fall and tucking in her chin to keep her head from slamming against the wall. "Bitch, I don't care. They killed Pozo! You hear me? Lo mataron! I just want to see my boy!" he shouted in her face. (They killed him.)

"I know, but I'm not authorized to do that," she replied trying her best to remain calm despite his tightening grip on her arms.

He studied her face for a brief moment before slamming her against the wall again. "You were there! A Mayan puta, huh? I bet you helped kill him didn't you?" he asked. When she stayed silent, he smacked her across the face. "Didn't you?" (Slut)

She gritted her teeth together as the irony taste of blood filled her mouth. "I don't know what you're talking about, Sir."

His hands moved from her arms to around her neck, moving closer together in an effort to choke her. "I want answers, you little puta. You let them kill Pozo!"

It was a rare event that Angela had to use the skills Happy had taught her, but it was times like these she was glad her cousin had stood there pushing her into walls and teaching her how to defend herself against attackers such as the man who's hands were tightening around her throat. She quickly moved her arm up, moving it over both of his arms as she turned to the side and broke the choke. She jabbed her elbow into his face before grabbing the back of his neck, swinging him around into the wall and kneeing him in the groin. She managed to pin him facedown on the ground, keeping a knee in his back as she pulled a gun out of the waistband of his jeans and held it to the back of his head. "Don't fuckin' move," she growled, pressing the barrel into his head before crying out for help.

She heard the squeak of sneakers as someone ran towards her. In seconds, Darren was there, a stunned look on his face. "What the hell?"

She was breathing hard as she held the Hispanic man there, her chest heaving up and down with the labored breaths. Of course, that's where the male nurse's eyes went first. "Call the police, Darren. Now!" she ground out, fighting the urge to point the gun at him for being such an pervert.

"Yeah, yeah, for sure," he said, digging into his pocket and pulling out his cell phone. The police were there in minutes, handcuffing the man and taking him out of there. "You always been able to do that?"

Angela nodded, wiping at her split lip and grimacing when it came away red. "Yeah," she said, still trying to catch her breath. She suppressed a triumphant smile at the scared look on the nurse's face. No doubt he was wondering if he'd have fared similarly had Juice not intervened the other day.

The cops were there shortly after. Apparently, a few had been hanging around the hospital after Gemma's botched transport. As a few of the larger cops hauled the man off the ground, the blonde cop, Candy, approached Angela, a frown on her face. "Today is not your day, huh Ang?"

Angela shook her head and laughed, depositing the man's gun into Candy's awaiting hand. "Guess not," she agreed. At the cop's questioning look, she shrugged. "The gun isn't mine, I swear. I took it from him for protection."

Candy handed it off to someone to be bagged for evidence. "Need you to come down to the station for questioning."

"Fair enough," she replied on a small nod.

Darren handed her an icepack he'd gotten from a nearby first aid kit. "If I'da known how badass you were, I'da never laid hands on you. That was awesome," he complimented on a chuckle.

"You should never lay hands on anyone, dumbass," she sneered at him, hitting his shoulder with hers as she followed Candy towards the front of the hospital. She rubbed at her neck with a frown already dreading explaining the bruises that were sure to form to Kozik.

After being questioned extensively by Charming PD, Angela headed towards TM, thoroughly exhausted. She put on the hoodie Juice had left in her car, tugging the hood up over her head and zipping it up all the way to hide the dark bruises beginning to form on her neck. She walked towards where Kozik was working on his bike, smirking as she heard him bickering with Tig; those two were like little high school girls when it came to their fighting.

Kozik looked up from his bike and gave her a smile. "What's up, kid? Ain't you hot in that?" he asked looking her over with an eyebrow raised.

She shrugged a shoulder as she headed towards the office in search of Tara. "Nah. I'm good."

"Hey doll," Tig greeted, clapping her on the shoulder on her way by. "Thanks for bailin' me out."

Angela smiled at him and shrugged a shoulder. "Don't worry about it. It was my fault. I shouldn't a bet you couldn't push that truck over 80."

Tig smirked, happy she remembered the story they agreed to tell the police. "That's right," he said on a nod. He raised an eyebrow as he studied her face, eyes zeroing in on her lips. "What the hell happened to your face?"

She grimaced, self-consciously touching her split lip. She'd been so concerned about hiding the bruises on her neck, she'd forgotten about the one on her face. "Nothin'," she said turning away from him.

But Kozik was right there when she turned; apparently he'd been listening in on their conversation. He caught her chin in a big hand and tilted her head up so he could get a better look at it. "Who the hell clocked ya?"

Angela swatted his hand away, turning her face away from him. "Don't worry about it."

"Nah, bullshit," Kozik pressed, shaking his head at her. Tig pulled back her hood, revealing two small bruises on her neck, the others were hidden by the sweatshirt. He and Kozik exchanged glances, for once acting civil to each other out of concern for the undertaker. The blonde frowned, knowing any mark left on Angela would have to be answered for once Happy and Juice came home. "What the hell happened?"

"I'm fine," she instisted, trying to push through them when she saw Lyla's Prius pull in. A conversation with Lyla and Tara would be exponentially better than the conversation she was having right now.

Kozik wasn't about to let that happen though, he easily stepped in front of her. "You think I'm gonna let a split lip and bruises on your neck slide, you need your head checked, kid. I know your cousin and your man ain't here, but I am and I'm takin' care a you while they're gone. Tell me what happened."

She sighed, pushing her hair behind her ears. "Some Mexican guy came to the morgue wanting to see his friend, I told him I couldn't do that, he got a little rough with me."

Tig ran a hand over his face."He have a broken nose?"

"Yeah, he was all bruised up. Why?"

"Had to be Salazar," Tig said looking at Kozik.

Angela's brown furrowed in confusion. "Who?"

"Don't worry about it, kid," Kozik said on a sigh. He was sort of thankful this happened while Happy was away. The Tacoma killer would deal with the assault on his cousin in one manner, and Kozik had a feeling that would only cause more trouble in the long run. "Police get 'im?"

She nodded slowly. "Yeah. He's in custody now."

"Someone have to intervene or did you get out of it yourself?"

She rolled her eyes. "Soon as he put his hands on my neck, I broke outta it, and had him lying face down by the time help got there."

Kozik grinned proudly. "Atta girl," he said, ruffling her hair before pushing her towards Tara and Lyla. "Go 'head. Do your girly shit."

Angela swatted his hands away with a scowl before heading towards the two women that were seated at the picnic table. "Hey ladies," she said sliding into the table next to Lyla. "Want to join us for dinner, Ly?"

Lyla gave her a soft smile as she nodded. "I got the kids though so why don't we do it at my place."

"I'll bring pizza," Angela offered with a grin.

"Awesome. We have soda and juice..." she stopped when Angela's face fell slightly on the last word. "What happened now?"

She shrugged a shoulder in response. "Nothin'. I just miss him is all," Angela answered honestly, though that hadn't been what made her face fall. Hearing his name had just brought up everything they'd gone through the night before putting her on edge.

The other two women nodded slowly, understanding her feelings; they were both missing someone too. Tara stood up, bidding them goodbye as she headed back to work. Once she was gone, Lyla turned back to Angela. "All right, cut the bull shit. What really happened?"

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After dinner that night, Lyla dropped the kids off with Piney and the three girls heard out to an abortion clinic Tara had found. Angela sat in the waiting room with her flip-flop clad feet propped up on the small table filled with pamphlets. Lyla had just gone back to have her procedure. Both women had offered to go in there with her, but she'd refused saying it was something she had to do alone.

She watched curiously as Tara approached the front desk, wondering what the young doctor was going to ask. She knew it was bad to eavesdrop, but she couldn't help it; it sounded as though Tara was making an appointment of her own. After filling out the paperwork, Tara took a seat across from her, her green eyes meeting Angela's for a brief moment. "This doesn't leave here," Tara stated.

Angela crossed her heart with her finger. "Your secret's safe with me, T."

"You're not going to ask why?"

She shrugged a shoulder. "Do you want me to?"

"Not particularly," Tara answered, looking down at her feet. "I just...don't want you to judge me."

Angela gave her an understanding smile. "You're a smart woman, Tara. I'm sure you have a really good reason for it. You want me to come with you?"

She let out a sigh of relief. There weren't many people she could turn to who would have a similar reaction. Gemma had urged her to think about it, Jax would've freaked out, and she didn't completely trust Lyla yet, though she knew the porn star wouldn't judge her. She could use Angela's calm demeanor, draw strength from it in her time of need. "I do, actually."

"Let me know when, and I'll be there," she assured the doctor.

Tara smiled softly at her. "If you need to talk about Juice..."

Angela cut her off by holding up a hand. "I appreciate the sentiment, T. I really do," she stated, trying her best to be polite before repeating exactly what she'd told Lyla earlier. "I just...need to figure things out on my own."

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It was still relatively early when Angela made it home from the abortion clinic. As awful as it sounded, dealing with other peoples' problems had been a welcome release from dealing with her own. It wasn't until she got home to an empty house that everything really hit her. Surprisingly, what had happened at the hospital didn't concern her much; she'd already taken the man Tig had called Salazar down once, she could probably do it again. What was really troubling her was the unresolved problem she still had with Juice.

Sighing, she slipped off her flip flops and headed to the kitchen for a beer. She sunk down on the couch, reaching for the little black burner on the coffee table. Juice had left a few for her, all labeled for at least a week of him being gone. She looked at the "1" drawn on the back in whiteout, running her thumb over the stark white number. He promised he'd call her at least once from Belfast...but that had been before their little argument. She wondered if he'd keep that promise despite what had happened or if he'd just forget about her and move on.

Flipping it open, she frowned when she saw there were no missed calls, no text messages. Her heart sank to the bottom of her chest. What if their little fight had pushed him straight into the arms of another woman? She put her head in her hands as she sucked in deep breaths. She couldn't lose Juice. He wasn't just her lover, he was her best friend. The one person she wanted to talk to at the end of each day. The one who calmed her down, made her laugh. Her life was filled with so much death and darkness, but one smile or nerdy comment from Juice made her forget about all that. He made her happy.

Taking a long pull of her beer, she knew what she had to do. Juice meant more to her than the Mayans did. If he wasn't okay with her going out with them, she'd just have to deal with it. Like Kozik said, it wasn't like she hadn't cut ties with the rival MC before; she could easily do it again. She stared at the burner in her hand. If he called, that's exactly what she would tell him.

With her decision already made, Angela felt as if a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. She stared at the phone on the table. She'd stay up all night watching that damn thing if she had to. "Ring," she ordered and waited.

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Juice flipped open his burner, the one he knew he shouldn't have. The one he'd specifically brought so he could call Angela. It was almost six in the morning which meant over in Charming it would be around ten. She'd be awake. Maybe she'd be home. Maybe she'd remember the burners and pick up or maybe...maybe she'd already moved all her stuff out of his house. He swallowed hard and flipped it closed, wrapping his fingers tightly around the cheap phone. If she'd moved out, he didn't want to know.

It was strange how much he missed her. How much he wanted to tell her different things about their trip over. Things he'd never admit to the guys like how cool it felt to ride in a cargo plane, maybe try out his Irish accent on her just for fun...little idiotic things his brothers would give him shit for but would make Angela's eyes light up with laughter. She might even play along with the Irish accent thing...talk dirty to him from a million miles away in a terrible accent. He made himself laugh with that one, knowing she'd be up for it if it kept him away from the Irish sweetbutts.

He'd already had the opportunity to sleep with one of those, though. A tattooed blonde with more boobs than brains, but after a lap dance from her; he found he couldn't do it. She wasn't Angela and waking up beside a blonde with fake boobs and a hangover was not something he found at all appealing. Not when he was so used to waking up to a brunette's kisses.

He flipped open the phone once again, the bright light of the screen illuminating his face. He scrolled down the address book to the number he'd assigned to the first burner he'd left her. Uno, the Spanish word for one. His thumb hovered over the send button.

"Juicey-boy," Chibs' voice had him snapping the phone shut and quickly shoving it under his pillow. Seconds later, Chibs walked in, a happy smile on his face. The Scot had been in a great mood ever since he got to see his wife and daughter. "Time for Church."

"I'm up, I'm up," Juice said getting off the bed with a groan. He quickly put on his boots and laced them up before following after Chibs to their makeshift "chapel" leaving the phone forgotten under his pillow.