Happy loaded the last bag into the back of the truck and cast a look at Juice. The intelligence officer was grinning like a fool, no doubt excited to go back to Charming to be with Angela. He shook his head at him wondering how that idiot managed to win over his cousin. Bobby caught his attention, gesturing him over before looking to Juice. "You might want to hear this too," he said waiting until they were both close enough before starting. "Jax is on the phone with Tig. Somethin's goin' down in Charming."

Juice looked confused, but Happy knew exactly why Bobby needed to speak with both of them. "What'd she do?"

"Salazar's got her and Tara," Bobby explained, a grim look on his face. "Tig and Koz have been tryin' to keep up with his demands to get her back, but they didn't do 'em in time."

Juice felt like he couldn't breathe. Salazar had Angela. Salazar the man who'd taken his cut, who'd killed one of the Grim Bastards, who wanted revenge against the Sons had Angela and whatever he'd wanted for her safe return hadn't happened. "What the hell does that mean?"

"He's gonna kill 'em," Happy answered confidently. Juice looked at him in shock; how could he be so calm about this all? His cousin was kidnapped! He should be freaking out! Instead Happy looked stoic as usual. He glanced at Jax who'd just hung up the phone. "What do we know?"

"Not much," Jax answered with a shake of his head. "We're workin' on a location now."

Happy nodded. "How long's he had 'em for?"

"Almost two days now," he answered looking at the truck. "We should go. The more time we waste, the harder it'll be to find 'em. Keep it quiet for right now."

Juice swallowed hard as he ran a hand over his head. His heart felt heavy as he got into the truck, silently praying to any god that would listen for her safe return. He needed to see her again, needed to apologize. He sat down next to Happy on the cargo plane back, his head in his hands.

"We're gonna find her," Happy's rough voice assured him. Juice lifted his head up to look at him and he continued, "She's a tough kid. She'll figure a way out."

"What if he kills her?"

"What if this plane crashes?" Happy shot back.

Juice looked at him like he was crazy. "The plane's not gonna crash."

Happy nodded in agreement. "And he ain't gonna kill her."

"But you said..."

The Tacoma killer scowled at him, shaking his head. "He's not gonna get the chance to. She won't let it happen."

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Angela heard the car start up and opened one eye, trying to focus on the car Salazar drove away in. Her vision was blurry, distorting the license plate, but she'd managed to make out the color and what kind of car it was. She'd had to hold her breath while Salazar moved her over to where he'd already laid Luisa and the woman whose car he'd stolen. She was lucky he had been so distraught over Luisa that when he moved her, he hadn't noticed she still had a pulse.

Once she was sure the car was out of the small lot they were in, she started to pull herself out from underneath the heavy blanket. Her head pounded with every movement as she started to crawl out. Her aim was to stand, somehow make it to the road, and flag down a driver. Get help somehow. The sun blared down on her, the rocks from the gravel scraping at her skin as she moved. Gritting her teeth together, she crawled out a little farther, gasping when the movement pulled at her ribs. That last kick Salazar laid into her side when Tara told him she was dead had to have cracked something.

"Shit," she grunted, the pain increasing with each movement. She thought of Tara and the baby in the doctor's belly and fought against the pain, finally taking a seat in a shady spot by a bunch of bushes.

Lifting a hand, she gently touched the gash in her head, assessing the damage. Thankfully it had stopped bleeding, but her blurred vision and dizziness told her something else was wrong. A concussion most likely. She rubbed at her forehead, trying to work up the strength to stand. She needed to get help for Tara, for the baby. Every time she tried, the world seemed to move against her, making her fall back on her ass.

Frustrated tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. She needed to get up, she needed to get help. Tara had put her own life and the life of her unborn child at risk to save her. Now, she needed to repay that favor. Leaning her head against her knees, she sucked in a deep breath as she tried her best to remain calm. Crying wouldn't help her now. She tried to stand again and once again, gravity worked against her. She kicked out at the dusty ground, stirring the dust up all around her. "Shit!" she exclaimed, raking dirty, bloody hands through her hair.

She eyed the fence across the way from her and crawled towards it, ignoring the feeling of gravel digging into her knees. Slipping her fingers around the metal links, she slowly pulled herself to her feet. Her head swam dizzily, but she managed to stay on her feet by clinging to the fence. She used her hold on the fence to gradually make her way closer to the street.

That's when she heard it. The roar of motorcycles. Tilting her head back to look up at the sky, she silently thanked her guardian angel for sending them. She just prayed they were the right ones.

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Happy knew she was there. He could feel it as he ran towards where the rest of his brothers had gathered around a gray blanket. There were two still forms under it, both with dark hair the same color as Angela's. Juice's eyes met his, wide and scared as Jax went to move the sheet. But Hap knew it wasn't going to be her. Angela would never fall victim to that; he'd taught her better. He didn't even bother checking to make sure his assumption was right, his eyes scanned the rest of the pullout, following the fence.

He nodded to himself as he spotted a figure leaning against it, waving an arm up and down. That was his girl; it had to be. Hitting Juice's arm, he nodded towards her before starting to run in that direction.

Juice felt his heart hammering in his chest as he sprinted towards the figure. Like Happy, he hadn't looked to see who was under that blanket. If she was under it, if he had lost her...he didn't know what he would do. Instead, he'd looked around the lot, anywhere but at the blanket. His eyes found the figure at the same time Happy hit him. He ran by Happy, determined to get there first. It had to be her. It just had to be.

And it was. Standing there, waving like a maniac and covered in blood and dust as she clung to the fence with one hand was his girl. He'd never been so happy to see anyone in his life. "Angel," he breathed, taking a step closer to her. He took her face in his hands, noting the huge gash on her forehead, the blood covering the side of her face. "Shit, baby. Are you okay?"

Angela felt tears of relief sting her eyes as she grabbed onto the front of his cut, knowing if she let go, she'd fall right back down on her ass. "Juice," she rasped. Tears of relief filled her eyes; she couldn't believe he was there...that he'd come after her. Swallowing hard, she remembered why she was there, what she'd been trying to do. "Juice, he took Tara. Salazar has Tara!"

At that moment, Juice didn't give two shits about Tara. All he cared about was the gash on Angela's head and the blood that covered most of her skin and clothes. There was no way it could've all been hers. She would've bled out; she wouldn't be conscious. "Baby, are you okay?"

"Tara, you guys need to get Tara," she insisted, her head pounding as she looked for Jax; he'd understand. He'd want to know what little information she had.

Juice grabbed her chin gently, catching her attention. "Are you okay, though?"

"Juice, listen Tara's..."

"Angela!" Happy barked at her, drawing her attention. He was standing next to her, his hand on her shoulder to steady her. "You gotta answer, kid."

She looked at her cousin's worried face, swallowing hard as she nodded. " 'm fine. Whatever. It's Tara..."

"Shit," Happy muttered, exchanging a worried glance with Juice. He knew she was in more pain than she was letting on, but there was no way she was going to admit it. Not until she got to say her piece about Tara. Angela was stubborn as hell. "Let's get her over there."

Juice slipped an arm around her waist, holding to his side as they began to walk towards the group of bikers that were quickly heading their way. She clung to him as the world spun around her with every step. "I got you, Angel," he murmured, holding her closer and pressing a kiss to her temple. "I got you."

Jax approached them quickly, a panicked look in his eyes. "Do you know anything about Tara?"

Angela nodded, sucking in a deep breath and wincing it pulled at her already sore ribs. "She cut Luisa a little too deep and I took the blame so he took it out on me, not her. Last I saw her, she was fine physically. I don't think he ever meant to hurt any of us but...he...he took her. Stole a car. A silver sedan. I couldn't make out the plate or anything but...she's okay."

The Vice President gave her a grateful look as he ran a hand through his long hair. "What'd he do to you?" he asked as he looked her over. He noted the blood that covered her and worried about what state Tara would be in.

"Don't worry about it. I'm fine," she breathed, knowing that letting him in on what happened to her would only make him worry more about Tara. "Go find Tara."

"All right. Thanks, Ang." Jax said on a small nod. He looked at Juice. "Make sure she gets checked out."

Juice nodded, holding her just a little tighter. He watched as Happy went to get Chibs, the only brother with any medical training. Chibs looked Angela over, a worried crease in his brow. "What's your damage, love?"

"Concussion, I think," she murmured, all of a sudden feeling incredibly tired. "Fucker rammed my head into the hood of his car. Twice."

Chibs nodded slowly. "You dizzy? Tired?"

"Mm-hmm," she said wishing she could just sit down. "He kicked me in the side too."

Happy's brows furrowed as he lifted the corner of her shirt revealing a dark purple bruise that spanned the side of her ribcage. He glanced at Chibs who grimaced in response. The Scot gently pressed his fingers along her ribcage, his dark eyes on Angela's face, watching for signs of pain. She winced at the pressure at first but once he prodded one of her lower ribs, she gasped in pain. "Sorry, Angie," Chibs murmured, grimacing himself. "That one there is either broken or cracked."

Juice's eyes widened. He didn't like the sound of that. "Should we take her to a hospital?"

Chibs considered it for a brief moment. "Up to her. Not much they can do but give 'er some drugs."

Happy scowled at that. Though Angela didn't mind visiting hospitals, he knew she'd do anything to get out of being a patient. Angela shook her head quickly, looking from Happy up to Juice, a pleading look in her eyes. They'd make her go, she knew they would. "I just want to go home. I don't need a hospital, I swear," she said, her eyes meeting Juice's. "Please. Just take me home."

Juice couldn't say no to her. Not when she was looking at him like that. Not when there were two dead women lying close by...one of which could've easily been her. He'd gotten a second chance with her; he wasn't about to blow it. He swallowed hard as he nodded, "Okay, baby. Let's go home."

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Angela let the hot water of the shower fall down on her, washing away the blood from her skin. She watched as the water turned pink as it swirled down the drain. She honestly didn't know who's blood it was. Something that made her feel a little sick to her stomach.

"Angel?" Juice's voice came as he stepped inside the bathroom. After Chibs had told him she needed to be monitored because of her concussion, he'd been checking on her every two minutes. "You all right?"

She smiled at the concern in his voice. "Yeah, I'm still okay, Juice," she said, reaching out to turn off the water. She pushed back the shower curtain and stepped out. He was there waiting for her, towel stretched out wide.

Standing there naked in front of him, Juice could see the extent of the damage Salazar had caused. Her whole side was a grotesque purple from where he'd kicked her. Fingerprint shaped bruises dotted her upper arms, dark in comparison to the lighter ones around her neck. He wrapped the towel around her, taking a step away so she could tuck it in so it wouldn't fall.

"Shit, Angel," he murmured, his fingers brushing over the bruises on her neck. He gently took her face in his hands, his thumb trailing across her split lip before he laid a soft kiss on her mouth, his arms snaking around her waist and pulling her into his chest. "I'm so sorry," he murmured as he pulled away.

She tilted her head back to look up at him. "You didn't do anything, goof."

He brushed his fingers over the cut on her forehead, happy to see it wasn't as bad as the amount of blood made it out to be. It wasn't deep and definitely wouldn't require stitches. "I shouldn't have left you," he said, his lips moving against her forehead. "Not the way I did."

"It's okay. I'm okay," she assured him.

"Angel, it coulda been you under that blanket," he said, putting a piece of hair behind her ear

"I know. But it wasn't," she said, lifting herself up on the balls of her feet to kiss him. It felt so good to be in his arms again, to have his lips on hers. For the moment, their whole stupid fight was the farthest thing from her mind.

Juice nodded slowly. "Yeah," he murmured, moving his lips to kiss her forehead. He waited for her to get dressed in a pair of sweats and a black beater before taking her hand. "C'mon, let me patch you up."

She sat down on the toilet and watched as he took out the huge first aid kit. These cuts he knew how to fix and knew how to fix well. He put rubbing alcohol on a piece of gauze and gently touched it to the gash in her forehead. She winced in pain, pulling away slightly. He hated to see her in pain, hated that he was causing it. "I'm sorry, Angel," he said, his hands shaking as he pulled away. "I can stop. I mean, it looks pretty clean."

"No, it's okay. Keep going, please," Angela urged, trying for a smile. "Just...distract me. How's Abel? You got him, right?"

He bit back a smile. That was his girl, always putting others before herself. He hadn't been at all surprised that the first words to come out of her mouth when they found her were about Tara. "Yeah, we got him. He's fine. Home with Gemma."

She let out a sigh of relief. "Oh good. How was Ireland?"

"A day didn't go by that we weren't shot at or bombed," he answered honestly as he put a band-aid on her cut. "It was crazy."

Angela frowned, a worried look crossing her face. "I'm glad you're home safe," she admitted softly. She paused awkwardly, biting her lip as she wondered how to bring up their argument. "Juice, I'm sorry about the whole rally thing. I was being stupid and stubborn. I should've talked to you about it first."

Juice leaned forward and kissed her softly. "I don't give a shit anymore, Angel. Like you said, we're good with the Mayans. They helped us look for you. I just...can it not be a constant thing?"

She laughed lightly. "It was never going to be a constant thing. I just wanted to see them all again once. I don't need to be having dinner with the Alvarez's every Sunday or anythin'."

He let out a sigh of relief, feeling the urge to laugh himself. They could've saved themselves a lot of grief if they'd just had more time to talk about it. He couldn't believe he'd almost messed everything up for a stupid misunderstanding. "I'm..."

"Don't apologize," she said, cutting him off. "I understand why you were upset. I put myself in a dangerous situation. I get that. You have a right to your own opinion, and it's not always gonna line up with mine. We're gonna fight and say things we don't mean, and yeah, it'll suck but...that's okay. As long as we have time to sort things out, I think we'll be fine."

Juice chuckled, thinking of all the moments their "time" got cut short by some stupid interruption. "Time seems to be hard for us to find."

The corners of her lips turned up into a small smirk as she nodded. "You know, I've noticed that."

He'd missed that sexy smirk of hers. The one that told him there was something dirty going through her head. The one that said she wanted him. He caught her lips in another kiss, smiling as she took his face in her hands, her tongue slipping into his mouth. Gently, he pulled her into a standing position, holding her tightly against him as he tangled a hand into her wet hair. Her hands slipped down to his belt buckle...

"ANG?" Kozik's voice called from the living room.

She groaned, leaning her forehead against his shoulder. "This can't be happening."

"Angie! Angela!" Kozik continued as though saying her name in different ways would somehow make her answer faster. "You better be decent! We're comin' in there!"

Juice chuckled, turning his head to kiss her temple just as they heard them enter the bedroom. He was glad he closed the bathroom door then. It gave them a little bit more privacy for a brief moment. "You think if we stay quiet, they'll leave us alone?" she whispered, a hopeful look in her dark eyes.

A loud knock on the door answered the question for her. Juice sighed, pressing his lips to hers in a quick kiss. "Fat chance," he murmured before going to open the door.

"Move," Happy ordered, pushing past him on his way to Angela.

"Hey Juicy," Kozik greeted, non-too-gently shoving him aside so he was all the way out of the bathroom.

Angela sighed as she lifted herself on the edge of the counter. She knew she was about to get interrogated and would much rather go through it sitting down. "Tara?"

"Safe and sound with not a scratch on her thanks to you. She and Jax went to the hospital to check on the baby," Kozik explained, leaning against the counter next to her.

She let out a sigh of relief as she nodded. "And Salazar?"

"He's very dead," Happy answered, his dark eyes looking over the bandaging on her forehead, inspecting Juice's work. "What the hell happened, kid? Thought I taught you how to get out of situations like that."

Angela rolled her eyes. "Hap, you taught me how to get out of situations like that and sure, I could've gotten out of it but...what about Tara and Margaret. What was I supposed to do? Leave them behind?"

"Yeah. Leave 'em behind and go get help," Kozik commented, shaking his head at her.

Juice watched as her shoulders sagged, her head hanging down guiltily. He felt like punching both men for making her feel like that. " 'ey, she did the best she could, all right?" he put in as he pushed his way inside the bathroom. He put a hand on hers, feeling stronger in his argument when she slid her fingers through his and squeezed his hand. "You don't know what she had to deal with."

Both Hap and Kozik looked at him like he was intruding on a private conversation. It was obvious they'd teamed up on her like this before and were not used to someone interfering with them. "It don't matter what she had to deal with," Kozik said, shaking his head. "She should know better. Why weren't you carryin', Ang?"

"Because I was going out with a doctor and a hospital supervisor. Taking a Glock with me seemed a little ridiculous."

Happy ran a hand over his face. When was she going to learn to carry that damn thing with her when they were away? "And the knife?"

Angela shrugged a shoulder. "What do you think Tara slit her throat with?" she asked, meeting his eyes with a little smirk.

Kozik grinned, exchanging a quick glance with Happy. "That's more like it. Seems like you waited a while though."

She bit her lip, an embarrassed blush rising to her cheeks. "I forgot it was in my boot," she admitted, looking back down at her hand.

"You forgot?" Happy repeated, disbelief in his voice. "Jesus, Ang."

She rubbed her thumb over the band of one of Juice's rings as she hung her head feeling like shit. Her head was still pounding and all she wanted to do was get into bed with Juice and stay there, not listen to Hap and Koz and all of their bullshit. "I know it was stupid, and I know you guys taught me better, but...it's not that easy when it actually happens."

Juice sighed when he noticed just how much this conversation was hurting her. Not only had she been physically beaten by Salazar, now two of the people she loved most were beating her up for not handling it better. "Would you guys lay off her? She's alive, isn't she? She got out of it. Can we all just be thankful for that?"

The corner of Kozik's mouth lifted in a smirk. He was surprised Juice was standing up for her in front of them; he'd have thought the idiot would stay out of it, but it seemed Juice really cared for her. He liked that. "Yeah, we can be. Glad you're okay, kid," he said, leaning forward to kiss her temple before clapping a hand on Juice's shoulder. "Let's give 'em a minute."

Juice hesitated, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot, nervous about leaving her alone with Hap after the way they'd just been chastising her. Angela squeezed his hand. "Go," she said, smiling slightly as he pecked her lips before following Kozik out of the room. Once she heard the bedroom door shut, she looked up at Happy, waiting for his lecture.

He was quiet though as he caught her chin in his hand. "You did good today, kid," he said, a proud look in his eyes. "Played it smart. I know it ain't easy, but I'm proud a you for stickin' around for the doc and that lady. I wouldn't a done it."

The corners of her lips lifted in a small smile. "Yeah? You're not disappointed?"

He shook his head. "Just glad you're all right."

She nodded slowly, feeling like a weight had been lifted off her shoulders. "Were you scared, Hap? When you saw the bodies...did you think..."

"Nah. Knew you were smarter than that," he interrupted, ruffling her hair affectionately. He sighed after a moment. "Listen, tomorrow we're goin' back inside."

Angela felt like someone had punched her in the gut. "What? So soon?" she asked, hating the way her voice cracked on the last question. When did she become such a baby?

He nodded. "You gotta stay on top of things with Ma, kid. Ya need to visit and shit. Don't leave her alone with your mom. She'll go crazy."

"Okay."

"You need anythin', you go to Kozik, aight? He's gonna be stayin' here most nights," he said, when she opened her mouth to protest he cut her off. "I don't give a shit what you think about it. That's how it's gonna be."

She sighed, giving in. "Fine. And you keep an eye on Juice," she ordered, a hard look in her eyes. "None of this 'there's nothing I could've done' bullshit, Hap. I know you. There's always something you can do."

Happy's lips twitched into a small smile. His cousin thought he was a goddamn superhero sometimes, and he'd yet to prove to her wrong. "I'll do my best, kid. You bring Ma to visit sometimes too, 'cause you know your mom won't."

"Yeah, yeah, of course, Hap," she agreed. "How long this time?"

"Dunno yet," he answered honestly. If things worked out in their favor, it wouldn't be too long, but he didn't want to get her hopes up. "Keep your head up and your nose fuckin' clean, kid. Don't get wrapped up in all the Old Lady bullshit."

She rolled her eyes at him. "I'm not an Old Lady."

Happy shook his head at her. "Don't matter. Just stay out of it."

"All right. Anything else?"

He kissed her forehead. "Don't do shit like this anymore, all right?" he said, allowing her to hug him albeit briefly. At her nod, he smirked, patting her cheek none-too-gently. "Love you, kid."

She swatted his hand away, scowling at him slightly before smiling. "Love you too, Hap."

While Happy and Angela talked in the bathroom, Juice and Kozik were having their own conversation in the kitchen. Juice had gotten them both beers and was picking anxiously at the label of his as Kozik stared him down. "Did you guys really have to put all that shit on her? I mean, Jesus, Koz, she was kidnapped and beaten and all you guys did was tell her what a shitty job she did of gettin' out of there."

Kozik scowled at him. "We're tough on her 'cause we gotta be. That's how she learns."

"What's she gonna learn from all that? Not to get kidnapped? That'll never happen to her again," Juice promised, anger bleeding into his voice. "I won't let it."

The blonde biker's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Oh yeah? How you gonna protect her all the way from county?"

He tightened his grip on the beer bottle in his hand in an attempt not to lash out at his brother. Kozik was right though, he wasn't going to be able to help her much from behind bars. "Shit," he muttered, shaking his head.

Kozik took pity on him for a moment, knowing it wasn't easy to leave loved ones behind to serve time. "Look man, I got her while you're inside," he said, a serious look on his face.

Juice scoffed at that. "Weren't you supposed to be watching her while we were in Belfast? That did her a lot of good."

Kozik's blue eyes darkened as he narrowed them at Juice. The idiot was treading dangerous waters there. "I can't watch her every second of the day, man. Neither can you," he pointed out. "But I been keepin' an eye on her since she was eighteen which is a hell of a lot longer than you. I know the way she works."

"Really? Then why the hell did she get kidnapped on your watch?"

"You want to spend your life followin' her around? Be my guest," he replied on a laugh. "But she'll hate you for it. Trust me, Hap and I tried in Tacoma. You follow her around and she'll start doin' shit like this on fuckin' purpose and provin' she can handle it herself."

Juice furrowed his eyebrows, shaking his head at him. "What does that even mean?"

"Last time she caught on that I was tailin' her, she went straight to a bar, picked a fight hustlin' pool, and then laid the guy out on the ground, her knee in his back, before I even got over there to help her. She just looked up at me, that cocky ass grin on her face, tossed the money back at the dude, and bounced. Message sent and received. She can take care of herself."

He had to laugh at that one. Though he'd never seen Angela in action, he knew Happy had trained her. It was hard for him to imagine her with so much attitude, though. Apparently, she'd grown out of it. "I don't believe that."

"Dude, when we pulled her outta Oakland that girl had the worst attitude I've ever seen," Kozik explained on a laugh. "Hap's never laid a finger on her, but I swear to God, he wanted to smack that lip liner right off her face those first couple of months."

"What happened?"

Kozik shrugged a shoulder. "She was unhappy. Unhappy with herself, unhappy with where she was in life. It started to change little by little as she started getting into that funeral shit. And now..." he trailed off.

"What?"

"I ain't ever seen her so happy, man," he answered his voice low. "So don't fuck it up like ya almost did before you guys left."

Juice nodded slowly, knowing there was an unspoken threat in the Tacoma Sergeant at Arm's words. There was a reason Kozik had earned that patch. In many ways, he was more dangerous than Happy. At least with Hap, you saw it coming. With Kozik, one minute you could be joking around, laughing, the next he was pointing a gun at your head. "I won't."

Happy strode in then looking tired, he nodded to Kozik. "All good?" the blonde asked from where he was leaning over the kitchen counter.

"Yeah," Hap answered on a nod. "Told her about tomorrow."

"You told her?" Juice asked, his eyebrows raised. That was something he was going to do. She'd specifically asked him to tell her, and he'd been planning on doing it at just the right time.

Happy shrugged a shoulder. "Someone had to. You take care a her now while you still can."

Juice nodded slowly. "Yeah, 'course. Always."

Angela walked into the room slowly, a small smile on her face. She loved that the three men she cared about the most were all in the same place at the same time. She only wished she could keep them there. That Juice and Hap didn't have to go inside, that Kozik would get voted into SAMCRO. All things she knew weren't going to happen but wished for just the same.

Juice was the first one to notice her. She gave him a small wave as he moved away from the conversation to go to her. "You all right?"

She nodded. "For the millionth time, Juice, I'm okay," she assured him, taking his hand in hers and giving it a quick squeeze.

"We got Church," Happy said, knowing that a kiss between Juice and Angela came next. A kiss he wasn't really in the mood to watch. He was still irked at Juice for defending Angela in the bathroom. "Got a vote."

"You comin' Juicer?" Kozik asked following Happy to the door.

Juice looked from his two brothers to his injured girlfriend, hesitating. Angela pressed her palms against his chest, gently pushing him towards them. "Go," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

He was torn. On one hand, he knew the vote wasn't going to get very far. Tig would deny Kozik's bid and he'd be sent back home just minutes after he left. On the other, he knew Jax wasn't going so he could stay with Tara who was nowhere near as injured as Angela. "You sure?"

She nodded. "Go, Juice," she urged before giving him a quick kiss. "I'll be here when you get back."

He took her chin in a hand and pressed one long kiss to her lips, a silent thank you to her for understanding that he needed to go. As she leaned into him, he deepened the kiss, one hand moving to cup the back of her neck while he wrapped the other around her waist, tugging her closer. The world briefly slipped away as he kissed her. It felt like it'd been months since he'd had held her close like this, since he felt his lips on hers.

" 'ey! Idiot!" Happy's growl had him pulling away as if he'd been burned. He'd been so wrapped up in Angela; he'd forgotten his two brothers were in the room.

Angela tried her best not to laugh at the mixture of anger and a little of fear on his face. "Guess I'll see you later."

Juice sighed, kissing her cheek quickly before heading towards his brothers. He braced himself as he walked past Happy, knowing what was coming. "Get outta here," Happy growled, smacking him upside the head before pushing him out the door.