Happy walked into the barroom of the clubhouse from his dorm room, not at all surprised to see his little cousin bent over the pool table lining up a shot. She was playing against one of the older Croweaters, apparently for money since there was a nice stack of bills piled under a glass of water nearby. Angela sunk in the eight ball and straightened up with a triumphant smirk on her face, grabbing the money and thanking the annoyed Croweater. He fought against a smirk of his own; his girl didn't lose to just anyone. In fact, he was pretty sure he was the only one who could still beat her.

As he approached the table, the Croweater stopped pouting and immediately turned up the charm, making her way over and setting a well manicured hand on his chest. "Hey Hap," she greeted in a sultry voice.

Happy plucked her hand off of him and moved by her without a comment, heading to where Angela was currently counting her winnings. "How much?"

Her dark eyes met his stare, her shoulders tensing briefly. He knew she didn't want to talk to him, that she'd been avoiding him, and that made it that much better. "A hundred total. Fifty off Trixie, fifty off V-Lin," she answered proudly. "I don't think Filthy will ever let him live that one down."

"Good. Rack 'em," he said nodding towards the balls.

A look of dread passed over her face as she pocketed the money. A pool game meant a conversation, and, as much as she loved talking to Hap, she knew exactly what he wanted to talk about. Plus, a pool game against Hap meant she'd lose all the money she'd just won. She never won against Hap; she didn't think it was possible. She glanced over to where Juice was in his corner, typing away as he tried to find the location of Tig's other daughter. She hoped he found the information soon so she wouldn't have to talk to Hap long. "Hap..."

"We got time. Go 'head, rack 'em. You can even break," he offered, grabbing a cue and watching as she begrudgingly started to take the balls out of the pockets. "You take care of Tig's kid?"

Angela let out a long sigh as she nodded. "Yeah. Found her a nice box, a good spot out in the sun like Tig wanted. Trying to get the stone figured out at the moment."

"Wait 'til we got his other kid to ask," he advised, watching as she lined up her shot and took it, effectively breaking the rack and sending a striped ball into a pocket. "Backswing's shaky."

She rolled her eyes at the comment. "Worked, didn't it?"

Happy ignored her, taking his shot and sinking in two balls. "You talk to Ma?"

"No."

"You gonna?"

"Nope."

He looked up from his shot, his black glare meeting hers. "Best do it and soon. Stress ain't good for her," he explained, focusing on the table and shooting. "Ain't good for you either."

Angela shook her head. "I'm really not stressed about it," she lied, shrugging as if it was no big deal. "Way I see it, I didn't do anything wrong. She should be calling me."

"That ain't gonna happen," Happy stated, nodding in approval of Angela's shot.

"I know."

"So you gonna cut her out completely?" he questioned, a disappointed look on his face. "That ain't good for either of you."

She missed her second shot and frowned. "What do you want me to do, Hap? I can't call her. You heard what she said. How disappointed she was in me. Why would I call her just to hear it all over again? She's not going to change the way she thinks."

"She thinks you hate her."

"I don't."

"Then call her."

Angela raked her hands through her hair in frustration. This conversation was just going in circles, and it would until Happy got his way or until she could make him see her point. The first was likelier than the second. "Someone disrespects you like that. In your house. Would you call them?"

By the look on Happy's face, she knew she had her answer. He shook his head slowly. "But it's Ma, not some dick who disrespected you. Different situation."

"Doesn't feel like it," she muttered, studying the table and thinking of her next shot. "Is she all right health wise? The meds working?"

"Dunno. Maybe you should call her."

She scowled at him. "That's not fair, Hap."

He sighed, running a hand over his head. "She's the same. Your Ma is a pain in the ass, though," he said, smirking a bit. "Been buying baby clothes, toys, everythin'. Waitin' for you and Ma to make up so she can give it all to ya."

She laughed, shaking her head. "That's reason alone not to call."

"Just do it, kid. Save me the headache. Can't stand to hear 'em bitchin' anymore."

"You askin' for a personal favor, cuz?" she asked, slightly teasing. Happy didn't ask for much; he hated owing people shit.

Happy lined up his shot, sending in the second to last striped ball. "I win. You call 'er."

"Hap, you're already winning," she pointed out, crossing her arms over her chest. She wasn't stupid; she saw an unfair bet when it was offered.

"You keep the cash. Just make the call."

"I didn't think we were bettin' the cash."

"We always bet cash."

Angela briefly went over the bet in her head. Was losing a hundred and fifty dollars worth not calling her aunt? It wasn't like they were exactly strapped for cash, but she'd been eyeing a ridiculously expensive lingerie set for awhile and wanted to get it while she could still fit into it. "Fine," she agreed on a sigh.

"Cheap ass," he teased, ruffling her hair.

She swatted his hand away playfully. "I am not cheap. I am mindful of excessive spending."

He smirked at his own words being thrown at him; he'd taught her well. "Runs in the family," he remarked, ruffling her hair. He hit his last ball in, purposefully missing his next shot to prolong the game knowing it would frustrate his little cousin. He'd never admit how much he enjoyed playing pool with her. Watching her put into use all the little tools he'd taught her made him proud. He'd been proud of her a lot lately. She'd grown into a strong, intelligent woman like her father wanted her to be. Happy was glad his presence in her life hadn't made her cold-hearted or mean. He glanced around him to see if anyone was in hearing range before saying, "Proud a ya, kid. Know I don't say that enough."

Angela straightened up, her shoulders visibly relaxing as a bright smile spread across her face. "Thanks, Hap."

He nodded before pointing to the eight ball. "Corner pocket," he proclaimed before sinking it in easily. "Call 'er soon."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," she said, scowling at him as she finished off the rest of the game. "Next time, I'm gonna win."

"'Keep dreamin'," he said heading to the bar for a beer and fighting against a smile. He loved that kid.

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Angela looked at the red-lettering on the doors of the building they'd pulled up in front of. "Diosa," she read out loud, watching as a scantily clad woman made her way inside. "Oh God, is this another porn studio?" she asked, looking up at Juice.

Juice chuckled, shrugging a shoulder as he closed the door of the Old Caddy they'd "borrowed" from a repo pick up. "Dunno. Guess we'll find out. C'mon," he said, slinging an arm around her and leading her inside.

She stopped in the lobby, her eyes going over the front desk, the simple black and white décor. It wasn't a porn studio, that was for sure. It was too classy and too quiet for that. It looked like some kind of office, actually. She read the back wall and smirked, escort services. Of course it wasn't a regular office. That would be way too normal for the Sons.

Chibs greeted them all with their normal brotherly hugs before nodding to her. "Good to see ye, Angie-girl," he said, lovingly squeezing her shoulder. He looked to Juice. "We good to go?"

Juice nodded, moving his hand from around Angela's waist and tucking them into his pockets as he took a wider stance, squaring his shoulders as if he was preparing for battle. "Shouldn't be too hard to find."

"Good," Chibs replied on a nod. "C'mon, follow me."

With a hand to her lower back, Juice pushed Angela forward to a side room with what looked like a bar. There they found Jax and Tara having a private moment which Chibs proceeded to interrupt with a whistle. It didn't seem to bother them, though. Jax gave Tara a goodbye kiss that was so clearly heartfelt it almost made Angela blush.

As Jax walked by, Juice pulled Angela aside. "We're going to get Fawn," he explained, keeping his voice low, his face close to hers. "You stay with Tara. Wherever she goes, you go. Got it?"

"Yes sir," Angela replied on a nod.

"Good," he murmured, checking over his shoulder to make sure Happy had already left before pulling her into his chest by her belt loops. He slanted his lips across hers in a hot kiss that she felt all the way to her toes. Pulling away, he gave her a sexy half smile. "I'll see you later, baby."

"Be safe," she said, catching his lips in one more kiss. He nodded before following the rest of his brothers out the door. She stopped to catch her breath briefly before turning to Tara.

Tara raised her eyebrows at her. "That was hot," she commented, arms crossed over her chest.

Angela shrugged a shoulder, her eyes still on the door where the boys had left. "I could say the same to you. What was that about? You two aren't usually so demonstrative unless something big is happening."

"We're getting married," she replied, a secretive smile on her face. Truth be told, she was glad the undertaker was there. Angela had become one of her closest friends over the years, and it would be nice to have her at her side at their little wedding.

"Right. I saw the rock. I know what it means," Angela said, a confused look on her face.

Tara shook her head. "Today. As soon as the boys get back, we're going to do it. I'm going to call Lowen, have her rush the license, and then we'll do it right here."

"Right here? In the brothel?"

"Yeah."

"Jesus Christ, T. Seriously?" she asked in disbelief. At Tara's nod, Angela grinned and pulled her into a hug. "Congratulations then! That's...that's awesome! Have you told Gemma yet?"

Tara grimaced at the question. She wasn't planning on telling Gemma especially since Jax hadn't mentioned her when asked who they should invite. There was no doubt in her mind that Gemma would try to talk both of them out of it. "No, and I'm not going to. I don't want her anywhere near this. It's between me and Jax not her, not the rest of the club. Just the two of us."

"Fair enough," Angela said on a shrug. She couldn't blame Tara for not wanting Gemma there. If SAMCRO's Queen bee was on her case half as much as she was on Tara's, she wouldn't want her at her wedding either. "I get to be there though, right?"

That was what she loved about Angela. There was no drama. She asked if Gemma was going to be there and when given the answer, didn't feel the need to comment or convince her otherwise; she just took it at face value. "Of course. You can even be my maid of honor. If you want, that is. That, and if you want to do hair and makeup..."

Angela beamed at her, hugging Tara again. "I'd love to," she said, squeezing her friend tightly. She looked Tara over, noting the simple hairstyle and make up. Grabbing Tara's hand, she pulled her towards the front desk. "Let's see what kind of beauty equipment these little escorts have."

Hours later, Tara smiled at her reflection in the mirror of the small vanity. Turning her head this way and that, she assessed the updo Angela had managed to fix her hair into. "Its beautiful, Angie. Thanks," she commented, a big, excited smile on her face. She was finally marrying Jax; something she'd been dreaming of since she was a teenager.

"Good. I'm glad you like it," Angela said with a wide smile "And the makeup? Not too dark?"

She shook her head in reply, applying her own lipstick. "Its perfect."

Angela grinned, grabbing a flower off a nearby orchid. "Can I put this in? Jazz it up a bit?"

Tara took the simple flower from her, studying it as she nodded. She was about to hand it over when the door burst open and none other than the Queen Bee herself strode in looking fit to be tied. Angela grimaced, slowly backing away. "I'm gonna give you two some space," Angela said, heading for the door. She grabbed the door to close behind her, stopping halfway. "Please don't kill each other."

"Goodbye undertaker!" Gemma exclaimed, practically slamming the door in her face.

Angela winced before pulling out her phone and getting into one of her games to keep her from eavesdropping on whatever conversation was occuring on the other side of the door. It wasn't long before her game was interrupted. "You left them alone together?" Jax's voice made her jump.

She nodded, tucking her phone back into her back pocket. "Sorry, but I'm an undertaker, not a referee."

He chuckled at that one, shaking his head at her. "They been yelling?"

"Nope," she replied, honestly. If they had been, she hadn't notice at least. "I think they're fine. Want me to say something? Its bad luck to see the bride before the wedding."

Jax smirked; luck was the last thing he was worried about. The prison sentence that hung over their head would be carried out as soon as they got back to TM. There'd be no celebration or honeymoon. He was doing this because he was worried he wouldn't get a chance to later. "Tell her we gotta get this thing started or our John Judge'll leave."

Angela let out a light laugh at the situation. "Yeah. Got it," she said, going for the door handle. "Congrats, by the way. I'm really happy for you two."

"Could say the same to you," he answered, looking pointedly at her stomach before giving her a wink. He'd heard through the grapevine that Angela was pregnant and was happy for the couple. It'd be nice to have another kid running around with Thomas and Abel.

She blushed a little bit, tucking a hair behind her ear. "Thanks, Jax."

He nodded, clapping her on the shoulder and giving it a squeeze. "See you out there."

Once he was gone, she poked her head into the room. The tension in there was thick and by opening the door, she'd earned herself an angered glare from Gemma. She grimaced at the look but cleared her throat and spoke anyway, "Uh...your John Judge wants to get outta here as soon as possible so you might wanna hurry it up a bit."

Tara laughed lightly as she nodded. "Be out in a minute."

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Juice wrapped his arms around Angela from behind, setting his chin on her shoulder as he listened to the John judge read Tara and Jax's vows. The guy was whipping through them at a pace that was anything but romantic. Juice kept his hands locked over Angela's belly, feeling incredibly content when she leaned back into him, tilting her head to press a kiss to his jaw. Someday they'd get to this point, he decided. He'd find the perfect ring and propose and then they'd have a ceremony big enough to rival Opie and Lyla's or maybe a small one with just the two of them and her family. He honestly didn't care. As long as it meant she was his forever, it didn't matter.

Angela felt her eyes water as Chibs said his blessing. She wiped them away discreetly as she took a step forward to fulfill her maid of honor duties by signing the license as a witness alongside SAMCRO's SAA. The Scot handed the pen over to her. "You're next," he said, adding on a cryptic wink. She couldn't tell if he meant to sign or to get married. Either way, she ignored it.

The room erupted in cheers. Shots were passed around, hugs and kisses exchanged. Angela watched on with a smile, happy for her friend. She felt Juice slide an arm around her waist, his fingers dipping under the hem of her pants as she leaned back into him. Looking up, she gave him a wide smile before he pressed his lips to hers in a soft kiss.

"Want to see if we can find another John judge? Two weddings in one day, doesn't sound like a bad idea," he whispered in her ear.

She elbowed his side, scowling up at him. "Very funny."

"I don't know, Angel. It's got a certain...appeal," he said, gesturing around to where everyone was still celebrating save for Bobby who was in the corner on the phone. "Very romantic."

"Meh. It's been done," she said, pretending to play into it. "I'm thinking we should go for a crack house. Y'know, to be different."

Juice considered it for a second. "It'd have to be outside a Charming. I know a few we can scope out."

"We got time," she commented on a shrug.

"Lots of it," he agreed, his eyes drifting over to where Bobby was holding up the phone. There was news, probably from Romeo about getting protection in county. As guilty as it made him feel, he was relieved he wasn't going to county this time. He'd avoided being on the list of suspects simply because while Tig had been out killing Veronica Pope, he'd been stuck in ATF holding.

He had to admit, he was glad for that twist of fate at the moment. Going inside, even for just a short period of time, meant he'd have to leave Angela again. He didn't like the idea of her being pregnant and alone. As much as he knew she had her family, SAMCRO, and friends like Chloe to rely on, he didn't trust any of them save for Hap. But if he was going to jail, more likely than not, Hap was along for the ride.

He wouldn't leave her alone again. Not when he had so much to lose this time. No, he was going to do his best to stay out of that shit and at her side like a real man would. After all she'd been through because of him and his club, she deserved that much.

Angela played nervously with her rings as she stood between Happy in Juice by the front entrance of the clubhouse waiting for the feds to show up. Juice had explained the situation to her on the way over. Chibs, Jax, and Tig were all going back to county on false charges made by the same man who'd killed Dawn. Hearing of the power that man had sent shivers down Angela's spine. Whoever that man was, he was bad news. The only thing that kept her from being a nervous wreck was the fact neither Juice nor Happy was going along for the ride.

Happy smacked her hand. "Stop," he ordered lowly. Her nervous fidgeting was driving him insane, though he understood it. If she hadn't been pregnant, he'd have lit up a cigarette just to have something to do with his hands. Waiting for the feds to literally knock on their door did not sit well with him. They should be fighting against them, running, anything but folding. They were giving into what that asshole Pope wanted, a pussy move if he ever saw one, but he didn't say anything aloud. Jax was president now. Hap would follow whatever he wanted whether he agreed with it or not. Though young, the newly titled President seemed to know what he was doing. There was probably more to it than Hap was seeing. It didn't make waiting around for the cops to pick them up any less annoying.

She stopped fidgeting for a brief moment, crossing her arms across her chest and pinning her hands under her arms. "Sorry," she muttered, her nervous energy getting the best of her. Happy just shook his head in response and started messing with his own rings. She fought the urge to roll her eyes. It was typical of Hap to tell her to stop doing something and then continue doing it himself.

"All right laddies. Our ride's here," Chibs announced from his seat at the bar.

The goodbyes started then. Most of them quick hugs, murmured one liners about keeping each other safe. Chibs handed his cut to Juice before grabbing Angela up in a tight hug. "Take care of yourself 'n' the lil' one, Angie-girl," he whispered in her ear before he kissed her cheek.

Angela nodded, swallowing hard as she tried to be strong. Though the two people she loved the most were not leaving, it still hurt to watch the boys go. "Be good in there, Chibbies. Come home safely."

"I'll do me best, lovey," he said, patting her cheek affectionately. He turned to Juice next, hugging him tightly and giving him a similar message.

Everyone followed the three men outside, walking a bit behind them. Juice held tightly to Angela's hand with one hand while the other held Chibs' cut. Angela felt her heart twist painfully in her chest as they cuffed the Sons. This was too familiar, too close to what she'd seen a year earlier when they'd hauled both Juice and Happy off for fourteen months. She hated it. The only enjoyment came from watching Chibs hold up both his middle fingers as they cuffed him.

The roar of an engine filled the air as big black Dyna flew into the parking lot. Angela watched in utter shock as Opie dismounted, heading straight for Roosevelt, a purpose to his walk. Out of nowhere, he swung at Roosevelt before elbowing another officer that rushed to his defense. Juice pushed her behind him as the other officers aimed their guns at them, Happy moving to stand closer next to him to shield her better. The reapers on the backs of their cuts were all she could see for a brief moment until the officers finally got a hold of Opie and lowered their guns. She watched as they loaded the guys into the big black van, Opie included. Her thoughts immediately went to Kenny and Ellie. She wondered if they knew what their father had done, where he was going now. The club had already taken so much from them, she'd hate to see it take away something else.

Juice squeezed her hand, leaning over to kiss her temple to bring her out of her thoughts. "Ready to head home?"

Angela nodded, looking up at Happy briefly. His eyes were still on the red, blue, and white lights that were quickly disappearing into the night. His jaw clenched tightly in anger. She knew it was because he hated seeing his brother get taken away like that without doing anything to stop it. "Hap, we're heading out," she said, catching his attention.

"Be safe, kid," he said, giving her a one armed hug. He looked to Juice who was gingerly folding Chibs' cut and storing it in his saddlebag. "Take care a her."

Juice looked up for a brief moment. It was an order that Happy constantly repeated. He wondered how long Happy would insist on reminding him of what he already knew, what he already did. "Til death," he said, feeling just a little triumphant when he saw a flicker of annoyance pass over Happy's face.

"That can be arranged," the Tacoma killer threatened.

Angela bit back a laugh as she stood on her toes to peck Happy's cheek. "See you later, Hap. Love you," she said as she headed towards Juice. "C'mon, goofy. Let's go before he starts plotting."

"You don't really think he'd..."

"Dunno," she answered, shrugging a shoulder as she put her helmet on. "But I'd do my best to stop him. I can promise you that."

Juice grinned at her, giving her a quick peck to the lips. "Aw, my hero. What would I do without you?"

"You'd probably be safe from Hap's wrath," she answered, waiting for him to get on his Dyna before climbing on behind him.

He reached back and squeezed her thigh. "You're worth it, Angel."