Juice woke up to find Angela's side of the bed empty. He sighed heavily, running a hand over his face. Usually, she woke him up after she did so they could spend some time together; no matter how brief it was. If she hadn't bothered, she was either still angry at him or preoccupied with something else. He got out of bed with a grunt, rubbing at his stomach as the smell of coffee and freshly baked cookies hit him. He loved that smell; it meant she was home and would be for awhile...at least until whatever she was baking was out of the oven. Walking into the living room, he saw her sitting curled up on couch, a book in her lap. She was wearing Kozik's SAMTAC sweatshirt, something she did when she missed him. He wouldn't be surprised if she had his dog tags around her neck too. It didn't bother him. Her relationship with Kozik never had. In fact, he wished Koz was still alive to help him fix things. The blonde SAA always seemed to understand her better than anyone and had helped him with Angela more than once. "Mornin'," he said, catching her attention.

Angela looked up from her book and nodded. "Hi," she greeted softly, her eyes flitting back to the book.

"You're up early," he commented, grabbing a protein bar and what was left of his shake from the day before.

"Couldn't sleep," she replied simply. Her voice was rough as if she'd been crying. "It's...it's Koz's birthday and I...I woke up early to call him and the line wasn't connected and I..."

Juice felt his heart break a little as her eyes grew glassy with tears. She shook her head slowly and sucked in a deep breath, trying to regain her strength, but he could see she was struggling with it. He sat down next to her, reaching a hand out to brush away her tears. " 'm sorry, baby," he murmured, unsure of how much she was willing to let him touch her after their argument the previous day.

"I miss him," she whispered, leaning into his caress. His warm touch had made butterflies flutter in her stomach as the feeling of his fingers on her skin usually did. She shifted slowly, moving so her head was against his shoulder. Her heart felt heavy with grief. She'd woken up before dawn to call Kozik in the hopes of waking him up for once as she did every year. Usually, it worked and his response was a grumbled 'eff off' before he hung up on her. This year, all she got in reply was an automated message saying the line was no longer in use. In the early hours of the morning she'd forgotten that he was gone. That he'd never pick up again. She'd sat there in the living room watching his goodbye video just to hear his voice as the sun slowly started to rise.

"Tell me what I can do to help," Juice said, his hands brushing over the skin of her arm.

Angela sighed, other than bringing Koz back, there wasn't much he could do. The pain of losing him was still fresh even after all this time, but as soon as Juice touched her, that pain subsided just a little. Despite how angry she'd been with him before, she drew strength from his presence, as she always did. He made the load easier to bear. She snuggled in closer to him, taking a deep breath, comforted by the smell of his skin. "Just...stay."

"Okay, baby." He slid his arm around her back, his hand coming to rest on the bump of her stomach. Turning his head, he pressed a kiss to her forehead, happy just to hold her, to not be fighting for a moment. "Are we okay, Angel?"

When she didn't answer, he looked down to find her sound asleep. He held her closer, playing with her hair as he relaxed. It felt good to have her close; she'd been so distant lately. Her hate for Clay had somehow changed into anger at him. Anger he couldn't do away with without cutting off his relationship with Clay. In theory, he could do it. His mandated duties to the ex-president had long been over. Jax didn't give a shit whether he helped him or not anymore. In actuality, he liked spending time with Clay. He was like the father he never had, something he didn't want to give up. It bothered him that she wanted him to stop especially since he didn't quite understand why. He kept circling around to the conversation he'd overheard between her and Clay just a few days before. She'd mentioned something about Clay threatening her, but Juice couldn't understand why the old man would ever do that. What connection did Angela have to Clay that he was using against her?

The oven dinged loudly, jolting Angela awake. She sat up quickly, rubbing at her eyes. "Shit," she murmured, looking up at Juice. "Sorry. You're warm and I'm so...tired."

Juice gave her a small smile, putting his lips to hers in a quick kiss. "S'okay. Happy to be your teddy bear," he said before moving his arm from around her. "Whatcha cookin', Ang?"

"Cookies for Abel," she replied, standing up with a grunt. She headed to the kitchen, not surprised when Juice followed her. "Thought it might cheer him up a bit."

His smile widened as he watched her pull out the baking sheet and set it on the oven. He loved how much she cared about both the Teller and Winston kids. Ellie was constantly calling her for boy advice and Kenny was always hanging around somewhere. She wasn't as close to the Teller boys, but they were young still. He could only imagine how they'd be when they were older. When his own child was thrown into the mix of club kids. He was willing to bet they'd all be over at his house on a daily basis especially when the Winstons learned how to drive. "You headin' over to the hospital soon?"

"Was gonna stop by on my way to work," she replied on a nod. "What are you up to today?"

Juice shrugged a shoulder, leaning against the counter and watching as she started to clean. He stepped in, waving her away. "I got this," he said, taking the sponge and bowl from her. "Got club stuff to do in a bit. Thought I'd get some Angie time 'fore I left. Feels like we haven't hung out together in a long time."

Angela raised her eyebrows in surprise. 'Angie time' was something he'd joked about a few times when they were first starting out. There'd been times when his phone would interrupt and he'd say, 'Angie time's over' and bounce. She hadn't heard him say it in a long time. "Yeah...yeah, it's been awhile," she replied on a shy smile. She took the bowl from his hands and set it aside, a mischievous look in her eyes. "How 'bout I kick your ass at Mario Kart?"

He grinned at her, remembering all the times they'd raced before. It always led to something good. From the first kiss on the cheek she'd given him the first time they'd ever played, to the last time they played both completely naked. It hadn't taken them long for the controllers to be forgotten. "You can try," he said, following her to the living room. She tossed him his controller before settling down on the couch next to him. "Rainbow road?" he asked.

She smiled at him, leaning over and kissing his cheek. "Still tryin' to beat me, goofy?"

"It'll happen," he assured her, gazing intently at the screen. "Let's go."

They played a few games, tied for the most part until Angela decided she was bored with it. She turned to look at him, not really paying attention to the race at hand. "Juice?" He was into it though, his focus totally on the screen. She put her lips to his ear. "Juan Carlos," she murmured, kissing the spot just underneath his earlobe. "Besame." (Kiss me.)

Juice paused the game. He didn't know much Spanish, but Angela was slowly teaching him different words. This one he knew and knew well. He turned his head and slanted his lips across hers in a hot kiss. "Te amo," he whispered, trailing kisses down her neck, hovering over her as she lay back on the couch. (I love you.)

The game sat forgotten in front of them, their characters whining as they lost the race. Angela hooked her fingers around the elastic of his boxers, starting to tug at them when his phone went off. He reached out an arm to grab it from the table, not moving from where he was. His calls were usually quick. Two seconds to confirm something and then he could get back to his Old Lady. Angela knew the drill and usually waited patiently while he talked.

"Hello?...What's up, Clay?" Juice asked, knowing he'd made a mistake in saying his name when Angela's eyes darkened angrily. To his surprise though, she didn't push him off. Instead, she started trailing kisses down his throat, her hand sliding under the waistband of his boxers. "Jesus Christ," he breathed into the phone at the feel of her hand around him. "I gotta...gotta call you back," he said hanging up the phone with a snap. "Baby, what..."

"Clay sees you all the time. It is my turn," she murmured possessively, her teeth scraping against the skin of his neck. "It's Angie time now."

Juice swallowed hard, tugging on her hair to gain access to her lips. " 'm all yours, baby."

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After dropping off the cookies with Tara at the hospital, Angela picked up some flowers and drove to the funeral home. Rigor waited patiently in her back seat as she did her errands. As soon as she opened the hatchback door, he bounded out, headed straight for the tree in back; one of the few places she didn't mind him using as a bathroom. "Good boy, Rigs," she exclaimed when he returned. "Go ahead. Explore the lot, you know the drill."

Rigor raced ahead of her, running around like a crazy dog for a moment before stopping a few feet in front of her and barking at a mausoleum. She raised an eyebrow; he'd never done that before. When she got closer, she was surprised to find Gemma and Nero exiting the small stone building. "It's okay, Rigs," she assured him petting his head lovingly. She looked up at Gemma and then to the broken glass. "Did you really have to break the glass? I mean, those locks aren't that hard to pick."

Gemma looked over at the man standing beside her and smirked. "Wasn't us, sweetheart. Grave robbers."

She rolled her eyes, noting the name on the top of the mausoleum so she could tell Skeeter the glass had to be replaced. "Uh-huh," she replied, not at all convinced. "What were you guys doing in there anyway?"

"Don't worry about it," Gemma said on a smirk. She turned to the man at her side. "Nero, have you officially met Angie? She's our resident Latina and undertaker."

"Mucho gusto, Angie," Nero said extending his hand for her to shake. "Thank you for all this," he said gesturing to the black plastic box in his hand. (Pleased to meet you.)

"Encantada," Angela replied on a polite smile. "Sorry for your loss." (Kind of like saying 'pleased to meet you'...)

Nero shrugged a shoulder. "Everyone's gotta go sometime."

"Ain't that the truth," Gemma muttered, her eyes drifting off towards where two younger men were around a grave site. One digging, the other watching nearby. "That Kenny Winston you got diggin' graves over there?"

Angela looked over her shoulder and smiled. After Opie's funeral, Kenny had started showing some interest in the funeral home and what they did there. With Skeeter's permission, Angela said he could help out around the place as long as Bones didn't mind. "He asked to help. Likes spending time with my apprentice. They nerd out together."

Gemma smiled, a genuine smile. She was glad someone was taking care of the Winston kids. "Good to see him out and about. Glad someone's watching over him. Know its gotta be hard for Lyla with her bum leg and all."

"Bum leg..." she drawled out, a confused look on her face.

"You didn't hear? Frankie shot her in the thigh last night 'fore he made his big getaway."

Angela raked a hand through her hair. "Shit. Is there anyone in the club who hasn't caught a bullet?" she asked looking between Nero who was chuckling and Gemma.

Gemma shook her head. "Just me, I guess," she said, her tone making it clear that she knew all about the bullet Angela had caught earlier that year. She looked the undertaker over appraisingly, her eyes lingering on her stomach. "How you doin', preggo?"

She set a hand on her bump and shrugged. "Just fine, thanks."

"Ah, congratulations, Mama," Nero said, a wide smile on his face. "This your first?"

Angela nodded, smiling back at him. She liked Nero, he reminded her of a mix between her Uncle Chico and Marcus Alvarez. "Yep."

"She's Juice's Old Lady," Gemma explained. At Nero's blank look, she elaborated, "Guy with the mohawk and tattoos on his head."

"Right, right. Keepin' it brown, huh?" he teased, winking at her.

"Guess so," she said on a laugh.

Gemma chuckled herself before pulling Angela into a hug. "We're gonna head out. Good to see you, baby," she said, giving her a quick squeeze. "Don't be a stranger just 'cause you're preggo. Gotta keep that man of yours in line."

"Right," Angela replied awkwardly. She wasn't used to talking to or hugging Gemma. It seemed lately they'd been living in different worlds. It'd been weeks since she'd last seen the older woman, though she heard plenty of stories from Juice. "Good to meet you, Nero."

" 'ey, likewise, Angie. Cuidate," he said, with a nod of his head. (Take care.)

She nodded, watching them walk away hand in hand. She was happy for Gemma, proud of her for getting away from Clay and finding someone who wouldn't beat the shit out of her. Sighing, she started walking again, heading for the white stones in the distance.

The way to Kozik's stone was one she knew by heart. With a sigh, she lowered herself onto the soft grass, leaning her back against the white stone. Tilting her head back, she smiled as the sun warmed her face. "Hey Kozi," she greeted on a small smile. It seemed the sun was always beating perfectly down on the gravestone. "Happy Birthday, you old fart. Hope you're doing it big up there."

She frowned, pulling out his dog tags from inside her shirt and holding them tightly. "I'm trying to work through these problems with Juice. I was so mad at him yesterday but today...today I needed him and for once, he was there and moments like that tell me I'm not crazy for stickin' with it. Chlo thinks we should take a break and maybe we do need it but...I don't want one. I want...I just want him to be here for me...for us. I mean, I get that he has club duties. That he needs to be there for that family but...he's been leaving me just for Clay and that...that's what I don't like. Clay...threatened me. He threatened to send Hap and Juice back to prison and I can't ever be okay with that. And I know Juice doesn't know that, and I'm sure you want me to tell him, but I can't do that either. What if he goes to Clay and Clay makes good on his threat? I can't deal with losing both of them, Koz. Not now."

Angela sighed heavily, closing her eyes for a brief moment. She knew he wouldn't answer her, but it still felt good to talk to him. "I just wish you were here to tell me I'm crazy and then explain how I can fix all this shit," she said on another sigh. She stood with a grunt before kissing her fingers and pressing them to the clean stone. "Well, thanks for listening. Love you, Kozi."

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Juice opened the back door of the cabin, gun pointed at Frankie's chest. "It's over, Frankie," he stated, hate surging through him. This was the man that had broken into Angela's funeral home. That had asked for her by name. Frankie had put his pregnant Old Lady in danger and there was no way he was getting out of it alive. "Breakin' into Angela's place...she's fucking pregnant! You coulda hurt her!"

"I didn't know! It wasn't me, Juicy, I swear," he pleaded, his hands raised high. "Clay put this whole Nomad shit storm in motion."

He hesitated, almost lowering his weapon. It was all Clay? Had Clay sent the Nomads to Angela's place knowing she'd be there...knowing she was pregnant? He shook his head, no. Clay wouldn't do that to him. "You're a liar," he growled, shoving the gun into the man's chest.

"No, I ain't! I'da never broken in to Ang's place if I knew! Clay wanted us to. Told us we could do whatever we wanted so long as we stayed away from her stomach. I swear!" he babbled on, begging for his life in anyway possible. "All the break-ins were on him! We stole his safe, gave him back all his legal shit! He has it!"

Juice didn't flinch as Clay kicked in the door, pointing his own gun at Frankie and practically knocking him out of the way. He lowered his gun, leaning against the cabin wall as he tried to soak in all the information Frankie had just given him. If what Frankie was saying was true, then Clay had knowingly put his family in danger. Had given three men with terrible reputations free reign to hurt his girl. Why though? Why would he do that to Angela? What did she know that made her such a threat? Juice didn't get it. But what if it was all a lie. What if Frankie was spewing out exactly what Jax wanted to hear just to save his own skin? That made sense. Still...

The loud gunshots that signified Frankie's end cut off his thoughts. He looked up to see Jax looking incredibly frustrated with the whole situation. Juice wondered if he'd been expecting to hear Frankie's confession. If the information he currently had could somehow be useful to the club president. There was no way to tell, though. No way he'd say anything unless he knew for sure it was right. Clay was as close to a father figure as he'd ever had, and he wasn't about to turn him in without knowing for sure.

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After a long day at work, it felt good to finally be home. Even Rigor seemed to feel that way as he trudged tiredly to his little bed in the corner of the room. Angela smiled at the pup who was growing bigger every day. She took him everywhere with her since neither she nor Juice were ever at home for too long. She sat down on the couch heavily, kicking up her aching feet as she yawned and grabbed the TV remote. She was about halfway through a mind numbing episode of some reality TV show when her phone rang. Digging through her pockets, she glanced at the screen, not at all surprised to see an unknown number calling. "Angela Ruiz," she answered around a yawn.

"Hey Ang, it's Jax," came the response.

That got her attention. She sat up straight, her heartbeat kicking up a notch. Jax rarely called her. If he did it was because a club member died. One day it would be the club president telling her something had happened to Juice or Happy. She prayed today wasn't it. "Hey. Everything okay?" she asked, trying hard to control her breathing as she looked out the front window. She raised an eyebrow as she saw two cops stop in front of her house. What the hell was going on?

"Got another body for you to burn," he answered on a heavy sigh. "You at work?"

"No, but Boner's at the funeral home. I'll let him know you're droppin' someone off. We'll burn him tomorrow night after hours. Oven's out of gas after the last drop off you guys had," she answered, raking her hand through her hair. Body number five to be cremated. She'd never had so many from the club in such a short span of time. Ope, Carla, Greg, Gogo, and now...she could only guess who was going to be lying on her table when she got to work the next morning.

"Aight, thanks, darlin'," he replied. "Juice home?"

Angela kept staring at the two cops parked in front of her house, her hand rubbing protectively over her belly. She thought about mentioning them to Jax but remembered just in time the little thing Roosevelt and Juice had going on between them. If this was more of that crap, she thought it was best the President didn't know. "Not yet," she answered on a tired sigh. "I think he's at Clay's place. Helpin' him with some motor or somethin'."

"Spends a lot of time there, don't he?"

"I don't know what he does most days, Jax," she answered honestly. "Did you need him for something?"

"Nah. I'm good," he said, sounding more tired than he ever had. "Baby doin' all right?"

"Yeah. Baby's fine, thanks," she said, a curious note in her voice. She and Jax didn't talk like this. With him it was always business. "How's Abel doing?"

"Good, better. Loved the cookies you brought. Kid ate 'em all."

Angela smiled at that. "Good," she said on a sigh. "And you're sure everything's okay?"

"Yeah. Just checkin' up on you, makin' sure you're all right. You mean a lot to us, Ang. The stuff you do for us...we'd be in some deep shit if it weren't for your...services. Not to mention my kids 'n' Old Lady love ya. Wouldn't want anythin' to happen to you."

For some reason, his answer made her uneasy. Why would he check up on her? That's what Juice was for. If he had questions about her well being, shouldn't he be asking her Old Man? Shouldn't they be together? Unless...unless he didn't want Juice to know he was looking for him. "That's really...nice of you to say. Um...thanks, I guess. Listen, I hear Juice's bike, so I'm gonna go. I'll let you know when to pick up the ashes."

"Thanks, Ang. Have a good night."

"Yeah, you too, Jax."

Angela hung up the phone and opened her front door. She headed down to the police officers at the end of the walk, leaning into the side window of the police car. "Good evening officers," she greeted, giving each a polite smile. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"We're just waiting on Ortiz. Need to bring him in for questioning," Cane explained with a small smile.

"Why?"

"Not at liberty to discuss that with you, Miss," he replied as the sound of a Harley was heard in the distance. "I think you should go inside."

Angela shrugged a shoulder. "Y'know, I think I'll wait right here. My property and all. I like to greet my old man when he pulls in. Make him feel special," she lied with a wink.

She watched as Juice pulled in, aware of the black truck that parked across the street. Someone had been following him, she realized as her stomach twisted into knots. Juice glanced at Angela quickly as if seeking some sort of explanation before he turned to Cane. She tuned out their conversation, her eyes zeroed in on the black truck across the way. It was one she didn't recognize but anyone following Juice wasn't a good sign.

She was pulled out of her thoughts when Juice said her name. Glancing at him, she raised her eyebrows. "What?"

"Someone asks, tell them they're taking me in to ask about the attack on Unser," he said, taking her face in his hands. "I'll be back soon, all right?"

Angela took her eyes off the truck to look at him. She nodded quickly. "Okay."

He pressed a long kiss to her lips, his thumb stroking over her cheek as he pulled away. "Love you."

She repeated the words back to him, her heart feeling heavy as she watched him get into the cop car. The sight was becoming too familiar to her. He waved to her from the back window, and she blew him a kiss, hoping whatever he was being taken in for wasn't serious, and that he'd come home to her in one piece.

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Juice's mind was racing. Jax knew. Jax knew he was a rat. He knew what he'd done and now, Roosevelt was telling him to get out of Charming. He couldn't get out of Charming. He had nowhere else to go, nowhere else to run to. His club was here, Angela was here. How could he run out on her? Her coming with him was dangerous. She was pregnant, due in just a few months. He wasn't about take her away from her doctors. The club would find them eventually, and he'd be damned if he got her caught in the cross hairs.

"Juice," Roosevelt's voice broke through his thoughts. "You have to take Angela and get out of here."

"Angela's pregnant," he croaked, trying to keep his tears at bay. "I can't...I can't just take her away."

Eli blinked at Juice's statement. No, there was no way. How could he have missed that? The last time he'd seen the undertaker was at Rita's funeral. He hadn't noticed a baby bump. Honestly, he hadn't noticed anything that day. Guilt churned in his stomach; he'd just sent a man to his own death. If something happened to Juice, it would be his fault Angela's child grew up without a father. "Jesus Christ, Juice. Is there anything I can do?"

Juice felt like decking him. No, there was nothing he could do. There was nowhere he could hide now. This man had put him and his family in danger and there was no way he was going to come to him for help. "No, I got this," he answered on a breath, running a hand over his hair. "I gotta...I gotta call Angela."

With that he opened the door of the office and headed out to the front desk. He didn't ask to use the phone, just picked it up and dialed the number he knew by heart. She answered on the first ring. "Angela Ruiz."

He let out a long breath at the sound of her voice. "Hey baby," he greeted, swallowing hard as he thought of what was to come. "Can you come pick me up?"

"Already out here."

God, he loved that woman. With a quick goodbye he hung up the phone and headed out of the office. He didn't say a word to anyone on his way out, either, just grabbed his shit and walked out. It was easy to spot her; she was the only civilian car in the dark parking lot. She was lying across the bonnet of her car, eyes on the stars as they usually were when she was bored. He wondered if she was having a mental conversation with her dad or Kozik; she'd confessed to doing that what she zoned out.

Angela sat up when he got closer, the sound of his boots alerting her of his presence. He didn't know what to say as he stood in front of her. It was all just too much. "Angel, I..." he started before just shaking his head. She got to her feet, reaching up her arms and wrapping them around his shoulders as she pulled him into her. He slid an arm around her back, resting one hand on the bump of her stomach. "I'm so screwed," he whispered, tears clouding his vision.

She pulled away, her brow furrowed in concern. "What happened?"

He looked over his shoulder at the station. He knew they couldn't hear him, but he didn't want to take any chances; he wanted to get out of there and fast. "I can't...not here," he said swallowing hard.

"Okay." She nodded, putting her arms down and looking back at the car. "You driving?"

Juice held out his hands for the keys. He needed something to do, something else to keep his mind from going to the dark place it kept traveling back to. Jax knew what he had done. Jax knew he was a rat. There was only one end for a rat. He started the car, pulling out of the parking lot slowly and getting on the main avenue. They drove in silence save for the radio playing some slower music, a lite rock station playing through Angela's Bluetooth.

He stared straight at the road, focusing on nothing else but getting out of Charming. Just for a moment to clear his head. There was tension in the air as if both of them were holding their breaths until she reached out a hand and set it on the back of his neck, her fingers gently scratching over the point of his mowhawk before massaging the muscles of his neck. He tilted his head back into her touch, trying his best to relax. The feel of her hands on him always soothed him, but it wasn't helping much at the moment. Still it made him feel just a little better than he had before.

Pulling to a stop, he looked over at her, turning his head to press a kiss to her wrist. He kicked open the door and got out, going to sit on the nose of the car. Angela sat down next to him and waited for him to talk. "He knows, Angel," he said finally, his eyes looking over the view from their mountain. He couldn't look at her, not now. "Jax knows what I did."

"What?" she breathed, her eyes widening in surprise.

He nodded sniffling slightly. "Roosevelt told him. He...he took me in to tell me to run," he explained, looking over at her. "To take you and get outta here, but I'm not...I can't do that to you, Angel. This is your home. Our home. And you got the baby and your doctor's here..."

Angela felt like she could breathe as she let it all sink in. "No. No, its okay, Juice. There are doctors everywhere. I don't need any special treatment. I'm fine. Let's just get out of here. We can totally do it. Let's go home and pack and just run. We'll figure it out as we go."

"What about your family, Angel? Your Ma, your aunt...Hap? You're just gonna leave 'em all behind for me?" he asked, his voice rough. He shook his head again. "You'll be miserable. I can't do that to you."

Tears slid down her face as she tried to play it off as no big deal. "It's okay. We'll make new friends and we'll be...we'll start a new family with Monk and we'll be happy," she tried, knowing she didn't sound convincing. Juice was right. She could deal with leaving behind her friends but the idea of never seeing her family again made her feel like sobbing. No matter how crazy they were, she loved her mom and aunt to death and couldn't fathom just leaving them behind.

He shook his head again. "I'm not gonna take the coward's way out, Angel. Not again."

"What if...what if you talked to Jax? Try and...try and explain it," she asked, taking his hand into her own. "You really didn't do anything wrong, right? The club...RICO didn't touch them. You were trying to protect them. Maybe...maybe he'll understand! You can't be the only one to ever make a mistake like this, Juice!"

Juice hung his head, his fingers rubbing over the ring on hers. What she said made sense, maybe if he just talked to Jax they could sort this out. Maybe if he brought her with him, Jax would be less inclined to shoot him on sight too. He wouldn't kill him right in front of his Old Lady, would he? "Maybe," he said softly. He brought her hand up to his lips, kissing her knuckles.

Angela stood, moving around to face him. She kept one hand intwined with his, the other reached out to caress his cheek. He leaned into her touch, his eyes closing as he sighed. "We're going to be okay," she assured him, though she wasn't sure of the statement. "We'll figure it out. We always do."

He opened his eyes and looked at her. "And if we don't?"

"Then we're getting the fuck out of here before anything can happen to you," she said determinedly. "I've gotten job offers all over the nation. I'm sure we can find someplace out of SAMCRO's reach. And my family will...they'll have to deal. I don't want to lose you, Juice."

He kissed her then. He couldn't stop himself. She was willing to give up her life just for him to be safe. She loved him that much. Her hands cupped his cheeks, keeping them warm as he moved to hold her face in his hands as well, his thumbs sliding over her cheek bones. He pulled his mouth from hers. "I love you," he whispered, dotting kisses across her cheek to kiss away her tears. "No matter what happens to me, I want you to know that. I can't say it enough, Angel. I love you."

Fresh tears fell down her face as she shook her head. "Nothing is going to happen to you," she said, putting her forehead to his. "You hear me, Juice? We're going to be okay."

Juice took comfort in her words, though he didn't believe them. He knew his club better than she did and knew there was no forgiveness for a rat. If they didn't kill him right away, it was only a matter of time before he met Mr. Mayhem. He just hoped he got to see his kid first. No matter what, he wanted to be there with his Old Lady for that. She deserved that much from him. He sucked in a deep breath and tried for a smile. He'd do anything to avoid his death sentence, anything to see his child. Hopefully he could convince Jax that he was still useful. That he hadn't really done anything wrong, though he knew it would sound like it. Maybe the new president would understand. Maybe it would be okay. Whatever the outcome, he was going to fight to stay alive for his family. "Yeah, baby. We'll be fine."