Happy woke up to the sound of Evie's screaming. He groaned, looking over at Chloe. The brat had been waking up every couple of hours, and he'd let Chloe tend to her every time. This time, Chloe didn't even stir. He felt bad for pretending to be asleep the times before, so he got out of bed with a grunt. He walked over to the bassinet, picking up the crying baby. "Hey brat," he greeted, rubbing a hand over her back. "Hungry?"

He carried her down the stairs and towards the kitchen. There were a few bottles already made in the fridge. Grabbing one, he put it in the bottle warmer and leaned against the counter waiting for the contraption to do its job. Rigor padded his way over, going to sit at Happy's feet. He reached out his free hand and scratched the dog's head. "You follow her around everywhere, huh? Good dog. Take care of my girls."

Rigor cocked his head to the side as if he understood. Happy smirked and grabbed the bottle out of the warmer before heading to the couch. He propped Evie up against one arm and put the bottle to her lips. "There ya go, princess," he said, relaxing back against the couch. She looked at him with those big dark eyes, the same color as her mother's, same color as his. It was strange seeing some of his cousin's features on her daughter. There was a lot of Juice there too, of course, but he saw more of Angela in her. Maybe it was because he'd known her at that age, had fed her just as he was feeding her daughter at the moment. He shook his head at that thought." 'm too old for this shit," he muttered to no one in particular.

Chloe's laugh surprised him. He lifted his head to see her leaning against the rail of the stairs. At his glare, she stepped off the bottom step and walked towards him. "You made her a bottle?" she asked, sitting down on the couch next to him.

" 's not hard. Used to do it for her mom all the time," he replied on a shrug.

Chloe smiled, leaning into his side and playing with Evie's soft hair. "That weird for you?"

Happy shook his head slowly. "Nah. Always knew she'd have a kid. Just hoped I'd be around to meet it."

"You think they'll have more? Maybe a little boy with a Juice Hawk?"" she asked, leaning forward to stroke Rigor's head. Hades trotted over, setting his head next to Chloe's thigh, obviously jealous of the attention the other dog had gotten. She cooed to her dog, kissing his head and making sure he knew she loved him best.

He smirked at that thought. If they were a normal couple, outside of the club, he had no doubt Angela and Juice would have another one, maybe another two, but they weren't a normal couple. Juice had ratted, killed a brother, tried to kill himself, and his transgressions had gone unanswered for. Jax and Chibs didn't think he knew about what the idiot had done, but he did. He'd pieced it together himself. The only thing stopping him from taking it to the table was the fact losing Juice would destroy Angela. If Jax and Chibs were willing to give the idiot another chance, Happy was not going to disagree. "Maybe. This something you want?"

"Nope. I'm too old for this shit," she echoed, winking at him.

Happy chuckled, turning his head to kiss her temple. He'd recently found out she was only five years younger than him, something that had shocked him originally; she certainly didn't look or act her age. "Good," he said, content with the fact they were both on the same page.

She raised an eyebrow but didn't comment. "You see Ang yesterday?"

"She was asleep when I got there. The idiot drugged her," he replied on a frown.

"He what?" she exclaimed, sitting up in shock. "And you're okay with this?"

He nodded slowly. "She needed sleep. Wasn't gonna get it any other way."

Chloe looked as if she was struggling to comprehend the concept. "Is she okay? What the hell happened to her?"

Happy wondered how much to tell her. He knew he had to say something; she wasn't just going to let it go. "She found out an old friend is missin'. They think he's dead."

Her hazel eyes widened in surprise. "Seriously?"

"Feds want to pin it on the idiot. It's messin' with her head," he explained, not exactly telling the truth but not exactly lying either.

"Can they do that?"

Happy shook his head. "Feds got nothin'. They're after us, tryin' to spook her into talkin'," he said, handing Evie over to Chloe. She took her easily, kissing her chubby cheek as she settled her against her chest to burp her. He didn't want kids, but he had to admit, he didn't hate the sight of Chloe with a baby in her arms. She was a natural caregiver. It was made her such a great nurse. What made her the complete opposite of him. Whoever said opposites attract wasn't kidding. He was a killer, used to taking people out of this world. She was a nurse, used to keeping people in it. He knew it was selfish to bring her into this club life, but he wasn't ready to let her go just yet. The worry in her eyes put him on edge. What if she decided to leave him before he was ready to let her go? Clearing his throat, he tried his best to ease her worry. "They won't come after you. You don't know enough."

"Um...was that ever a possibility?" she asked, brows furrowed in confusion.

Happy stood up with a grunt, shrugging his shoulders. He didn't think it was, but he didn't think they'd go after Angela either. The feds were desperate to find someone that would give them the evidence they needed to finally pin the Aquino shooting on the Sons. "You hungry?" he questioned, changing the subject.

"You cook?" she countered, surprised in her tone.

He smirked at her and shook his head. "No. But I can pick somethin' up."

She stared at him, open mouthed before managing a nod. "Yeah, yeah, sure. Uh...coffee would be good."

"That's not food. You gotta eat."

"Right," she said, clearly flustered. "Uh...how about a breakfast burrito."

Happy nodded, putting on his boots and grabbing his keys off the counter. He stopped once he got to the door and looked back at her. "The brat's gotta be changed."

Chloe's eyes narrowed at him. "You asshole!" she shouted as he closed the door.

He chuckled to himself as he got onto his bike. He hadn't been lying when he said he was done changing diapers, and he knew it would piss Chloe off to leave that task for her. He loved pissing her off, it was one of his favorite hobbies. She was sexy as hell when she was mad.

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Juice was sitting on the couch playing one of his video games and losing miserably. His heart just wasn't in it. All he could think about was Angela. About the pain he'd seen written all over her face. She'd been hurting so badly, he'd slipped drugs into her coffee, something he knew was going to get him in trouble with her, but he didn't care. She'd been stressed before all that Mel bullshit, now with the added stress of the feds being on her back, she needed the kind of peace that sleep brought. He was a different story, though. He hadn't been able to sleep at all. His mind had been too loud for that. There was just too much going on. He heard footsteps and looked up to see Angela shuffling down the hallway, her hair a mess, his black hoodie sliding off of her shoulders. "Hi," she rasped, rubbing at her eyes.

He paused his game, setting down the controlling and holding out an arm to her. "Hey baby," he said, smiling when she sunk down onto the couch next to him with a groan. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and kissed her head. "You okay?"

"Ugh," she grunted, her head on his shoulder. He grabbed the bottle of juice he'd been sipping on for breakfast off of the side table and handed it to her. He knew first hand how thirsty those pills made you. She wrinkled her nose at it and pushed it away. "It's green."

He chuckled, opening the bottle and pushing it back in her face. "Drink it."

Angela brought it to her nose, sniffing it before taking a sip. After approving of the taste, she finished off the bottle. "Not bad," she said, snuggling in closer to him. "You drugged me."

"I did," he said on a nod, playing with her hair. He was relieved she didn't seem to be too upset about it. "You needed it."

"Mmm," she hummed in agreement. "What'd you give me? Don't think I've ever slept that well."

"Some of Tig's vitamins," he said, smirking as he watched the recognition flash across her face.

"The diaper vitamins?" she asked, her dark eyes lighting up in amusement.

Juice chuckled and nodded. "Same ones."

She draped her bare legs over his lap, lifting the bottom of the sweatshirt to show off the curve of her ass. "No diaper here," she stated, tugging it back down.

"Couldn't find one in your size," he explained, brushing his hand over the smooth skin of her leg. "You okay, baby?"

Angela was quiet for a moment, her eyes falling on the coffee table. The papers were all in neat piles again. The pictures stacked just as neatly next to them. Juice's OCD had obviously gotten the better of him, and he'd organized it all the night before. She picked up one of the papers. "You read these?"

Juice nodded slowly, studying her face for any sign of what she was thinking. "Some of 'em. Mostly the ones between you and Mel. Figured you wouldn't mind," he said softly. "Do you..."

"Nope. Nothin' to hide here. Lot of 'em are about you anyway," she answered on a tired sigh.

He'd noticed. She'd practically written a timeline of their whole relationship in those e-mails, starting from the "diaper incident" and how weird she'd thought it was that the "handsome guy with the panty dropping smile" had wanted to see her embalm someone. He got to read about her falling in love with him, got to get inside her head. It was an amazing reminder of just how much she loved him and of why he loved her so much. "You really love me, don't you?"

Angela leaned forward and put the empty juice bottle on the table before turning to him. "If you don't know by now, then you really are an idiot," she said, getting up off of the couch. "I'm going to take a shower."

He watched her leave, his eyes on her round ass that was just barely covered by his sweatshirt. After tossing the empty bottle in the recycling, he made his way to their bathroom. The shower was running, the sound of it paired with the steam that filled the room was relaxing. He lifted himself up onto the counter, leaning against the mirror as he stared at the white shower curtain that blocked his view of his Old Lady. "I know you love me, Angel," he stated, enjoying the smell of her body wash as it filled the room. They often talked like this. He'd sit on the counter while she showered, spilling his guts out to her. For some reason, it was easier to talk to her without seeing that worried expression on her face. It made him feel less guilty for unloading all of his shit on her. If it was something particularly bad, she'd slide open the curtain, hold out her hand, and invite him in. "Sometimes I just find it hard to believe."

She pulled back the curtain to pop her head out, her dark hair covered in soap suds. "Believe it, baby," she said before closing it again. "How was your little meeting yesterday?"

Juice tilted his head back and closed his eyes. He'd been so wrapped up in Angela's problems, he'd forgotten all about what had happened the day before. "It sucked. A lot. Got my bike taken by some dirty cops. They impounded it, stripped it, had your picture taped up on their wall. It was fuckin' ridiculous."

"Are you serious?" she exclaimed. "Did you get your bike back? Did you get that picture back?"

He nodded, though he knew she couldn't see him. "Beat the shit out of the guy for the picture. It's in my cut now, with the other one. We'll go pick up the bike later, but I got another one for now," he said, thinking of the glitzy bike in their garage. "It's...a little uh...flashier than the other one."

"Flashier?"

"Yeah. Jax called it Liberace's bike," he told her. Angela's responding laugh made him smile. He leaned forward, his elbows on his knees as he stared at the shower curtain. He could make out her shadowy shape and watched her move for a moment before clearing his throat. "Spent all day yesterday thinking about us. About gettin' you and Eves out of Charming before you guys got hurt. I...I'm worried about you. Your whole stress level shit 'n' the way it's affecting you and Eves and she's so little...it's terrifyin'. Kept goin' over how to make you guys leave."

She stopped moving for a moment and sighed. "I can't leave, Juice. Patterson mentioned it specifically. Said to 'stay close'. That evil woman."

Juice's ears perked up at that, his brows furrowing together in confusion. "You...you were thinking about it?"

"I saw it coming. Saw those wheels turning in your head," she stated on another sigh. "I know you, Juice. When it comes to me and Eves, you get something in your head, you move hell and earth to make sure it happens. I realized that when you called Hap to make me go to lockdown that first time."

He smirked at that. It'd been a ballsy move, and Hap hadn't been too pleased with it when he'd woken him up at three in the morning that day, but it had worked. "I don't want you to leave anymore," he said, standing when he heard her turn off the water. He opened up a towel for her, wrapping it around her once she stepped out. He stepped back, watching the tattoo on her back move as she leaned over to dry off her legs. "I don't think I can handle being alone again. I know that's selfish but...I need you. You make everything make sense. Shit doesn't sync when you're not around."

Angela looked up at him, straightening up and wrapping the towel around her torso. "I thought I was a virus," she teased on a smirk. "They tend to mess up sync-stuff, don't they?"

Juice grimaced at that, ruing the times he'd called her that; she'd was never going to let that one go. "You're a good virus, baby. One that helps."

"Oh yeah? How many of those exist?" she asked, stepping by him to grab her brush.

"Just one. You," he said, moving behind her and slipping his arms around her waist. He moved her hair off of her back and dotted kisses across her shoulders. "My favorite virus."

She laughed, brushing her hair out. "'m not going anywhere, Juice."

His eyes met hers in the mirror, and he saw how serious she was. He loved her for that loyalty. Despite the fact Patterson had told her to stay, he knew she'd have fought him tooth and nail if he'd tried to get her to leave. "I know. You can't, 'member? You're stuck with me," he said, trying to make light of the situation. He saw her try to smile before it faded, replaced by a frown. "You okay?"

Closing her eyes, she leaned back into him. "This Mel thing has me thrown. I don't know what to make of it...how to...how to wrap my head around what I did. I thought I'd gotten over it but..."

" 's not something you just get over," he said, knowing it from experience.

She shook her head slowly, setting her hands over his. "Guess not," she muttered, looking down at their entwined hands for a moment before lifting her hands and turning to face him. "He has a kid. What...how do I reconcile that? I made the poor kid a bastard."

"Slow down, Angel. The kid has a dad. A step dad. His mother and the step dad have been married for over a year now. Kid calls the guy, 'daddy' and everything. That asshole was nothing but a paycheck. The kid isn't a bastard. He's perfectly happy."

Angela gave him a curious look. "You can get all of that from the computer?"

"Marriage records, petition for adoption, and some of the e-mails," he replied on a shrug as he curled a strand of her wet hair around her finger. "I am the intelligence officer, remember?"

"Adoption? But she wanted child support..."

"Yeah, they were waiting for that payment to go through one last time to finalize it. Hadn't sent Mel the papers yet. Think that's why they were lookin' for him. Needed him to pay and then sign off his rights."

"Wow," she breathed, trying to process it. She had to admit, hearing that Mel's son had a strong father figure eased her guilt just a little. Leaning forward, she put her forehead to his collarbone with a groan. "I'm a terrible person."

He slid his fingers into her hair, using it to pull her head back. "I'm worse," he said, touching his forehead to hers.

Angela smiled sadly at him. "No, you're not," she murmured, connecting their lips in a sweet kiss. She heard the front door open paired with Evie's crying and smiled. "You know who's truly terrible?"

"Our daughter?" he supplied on a chuckle.

She nodded, kissing him again. "She's the worst," she joked, laying her head on his shoulder and kissing his neck.

He slid his arms around her shoulders and kissed her forehead. "But also the best."

"The very best," she agreed, kissing over his collar bone, her fingers tracing over the tattoo of her name on his chest. "So are you."

"You do know your cousin's in the living room, right?" he asked, closing his eyes as she moved her arms around him and massaged his back in slow circles. He felt her nod against his skin and sighed. "I love you, Angel."

She smiled as his hand found her ass, giving it a quick squeeze. "I love you too," she said softly. Evie's cries grew louder which meant Happy was coming closer. She pushed him away. "Go tend to your child, poppa."

He pulled away, biting his lip as he looked her over. "Ooh. I love it when you call me big poppa," he sang to the tune of the Notorious B.I.G. song.

She grabbed a hair tie, sling-shotting it at him. "Goof!"

Juice chuckled, winking at her as he headed out of the room. He stopped to pull on a pair of pants and a t-shirt knowing that if Chloe was with him, Hap wouldn't appreciate him walking out in just his boxers.

He walked back out, fighting the urge to laugh at the sight of Happy standing with Evie in his arms, the little baby screaming at the top of her lungs. Happy was muttering something to her while he swayed with her. If it wasn't Happy, Juice would've thought he was dancing her to sleep, but it was the Tacoma Killer, and the Tacoma killer did not dance. Chloe was already sitting on the couch, her elbow propped up on the arm of it, head in her hand, eyes closed in sleep. Both of them looked like they hadn't slept all night, and if he knew his daughter at all, they probably hadn't.

"Wow. She slept that well, huh?" Juice asked, getting both of their attentions.

Happy quickly crossed the room to him, practically shoving Evie at him. "The brat cries more than the kid did."

Juice held Evie close to him and the girl instantly quieted. "Hey Monk," he murmured, kissing her head. "How you doin'? You have fun with Uncle Hap and your fairy godmother?"

"Mmm," Chloe grunted tiredly. "She's cute as fuck but damn..."

"Girl's got lungs," Happy finished, sitting down heavily on the couch beside Chloe. "How's she?"

He shrugged a shoulder. "Not good," he answered with a shake of his head. "She won't say that of course, but...she's not okay."

"She decent?"

"Might be. She just got out of the shower. Just knock before..." he trailed off as Happy brushed by him, not bothering to hear the end of the sentence. Shaking his head, Juice looked back at Chloe. "Should've known that was how it was gonna end."

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Angela stared at herself in the bathroom mirror, noting the dark circles under her eyes. She didn't look any different, but she hadn't the day she'd killed Mel either. She felt different, though. Darker, harder. In her eyes, she saw her cousin's deadly stare, saw the same darkness that lingered in his gaze. For some reason, that similarity comforted her more than anything. She'd always looked up to her older cousin, had always strived to emulate his strength. He was a killer, but he still lived his life the same as everyone else. If he could do it, she sure as hell could.

"You all right?" his rough voice came from the doorway.

She'd expected him to come in without knocking so she'd put on a pair of basketball shorts and Juice's hoodie. "How do you do it, Hap?" she asked, avoiding the question, still staring at her reflection. "Just kill people and not...not have this awful weight on your shoulders?"

"You were fine before."

She shook her head slowly. "I don't think I was," she admitted. "I was pregnant and Juice and I had all this shit going on, so I didn't really have time to think about it. I just kind of...buried it. Getting those e-mails, reading how much I meant to him...that sucked."

Happy's dark eyes looked her over as if he was contemplating something. "Weight's not gonna go away. You killed someone you knew. That shit is hard. Ain't gonna just disappear."

Angela sighed at that, frowning at herself in the mirror. "How do I raise my daughter knowing that I killed someone? Someone's father at that? What kind of a mother am I?"

"A fuckin' bad ass one," he answered proudly.

She smiled a little, raking a hand through her damp hair. "I don't know what to do with all this shit, Hap," she told him sadly. "The worst thing is...I'm fuckin' pissed at Koz. How could he not tell me? I told him everything. And now he's gone, and I learn that he kept this stupid secret from me, and I'm so mad at him and I can't...I can't yell at him, I can't call him on it. I can't do anything."

"I knew," he offered as if he wanted her to transfer that anger to him. She appreciated the sentiment but knew better than to take that bait.

"I figured, but that's not the same!" she exclaimed, giving him a half-hearted glare. "You keep shit from me all the time! I'm used to that! Koz didn't. I mean, club shit, sure, but not this stuff. Not Mel stuff."

Happy found himself cursing the damn landmine that blew up his brother. He didn't know how to handle this shit. Didn't have the right words to make it better. Neither did Juice, apparently because she seemed to have kept it all in and was just now letting it all out. "He was his brother. Mel wanted it a secret, so Koz kept it a secret. Know there's shit you told Koz that you didn't tell me," he pointed out. "Told him you were knocked up first."

She raised an eyebrow at him, surprised by the comment. "That bugged you, huh?"

"Wasn't a great feelin'," he admitted on a shrug.

Angela sighed again, pulling her hair over her shoulder and starting to braid it. "He was there when I...connected the dots. I didn't tell you 'cause you'd kill Juice, and I definitely didn't want that to happen..."

"I get it," he interjected, cutting off what was sure to be a long ramble. "You can talk to me, kid. 's not always gonna mean a beat down for the idiot."

She shifted uncomfortably, looking down at her hands for a moment as a lump rose to her throat. "Hap, I'm scared," she admitted softly.

Happy looked confused for a moment. "Why?"

"Everything that's happening, and this...this stupid investigation, and Evie's so little and Koz is a liar and I'm a murderer and..." her eyes filled with tears, and she stopped her ramble to suck in a deep breath. "There's so much going on. I'm scared for...for Evie, for Juice. I can't lose them."

"Ain't gonna happen, kid," he promised, reaching out to wipe away a stray tear. "The brat ain't goin' anywhere."

Angela was keenly aware of the fact Happy made no mention of Juice's safety. "And him?"

Happy's eyes darkened for a brief moment as he shook his head. "He's done a lotta shit."

"No," she breathed, anger taking the place of the previous fear she had. "He's done nothing wrong."

"He's a rat."

"He's not! You don't know what you're talking about!"

"He stole the coke, killed a brother," he pointed out. "The hell did he do it for, kid?"

Angela knew exactly why he'd done it, knew all the shit Juice had done had all been for nothing because the RICO case had been dropped and Juice's record had been expunged. If it hadn't been for Roosevelt, the club would have no idea what had happened. "I don't know," she ground out, trying to push passed him.

He grabbed her arm, holding her back. "Don't lie to me."

"Let me go."

"No. You know somethin', you fuckin' tell me. This ain't just about you."

"This is about my family. My Old Man. I don't have to tell you shit," she spat obstinately. "Now, let. Me. Go."

He let her go but blocked her from leaving. Grabbing her chin, he forced her to look at him. "I'm your family. I'm the one that's been there since you were born. I'm the one that'll still be there after everythin' goes down. Tell me what the fuck is going on," he growled at her. Evie's cries were heard from the living room, but Angela didn't look away from her cousin's gaze. Happy could hear Juice's loud footsteps coming down the hall. He let go of her chin and stepped back. "This ain't over."

Angela didn't acknowledge the threat. She walked by him, hitting his shoulder with hers on the way out, a final insult. She mustered the best smile she could for Juice and Evie as they rounded the corner. "There's my baby girl!" she exclaimed, taking the crying baby from Juice. "Are you hungry, Monk? Let's get you some food, huh?"

"You think you can...uhhh..." Juice stuttered, nodding to her chest.

She shrugged a shoulder. "Soon as my cousin leaves, I'll give it a try," she said, glaring at Happy.

Happy raised an eyebrow at the challenge. It was the best excuse to get him to leave without having to answer his question. "Ain't nothin' I haven't seen."

Juice looked between them, confused. "Uhh..."

As if to save the day, Hap's burner went off. He dug it out of his pocket, glaring at Angela as he walked out of the bedroom. She glared at the reaper on his back, fighting the urge to flip him off. "Asshole," she muttered under her breath.

"Well that was...different," Juice said, taking a seat on the bed. He smiled when she sat down between his legs, leaning her back into his chest.

She unzipped her hoodie and offered Evie her breast, letting out a sigh of relief when Evie started suckling. "There you go, baby girl. Mama's got the goods for you."

Juice nuzzled the sweatshirt off of her shoulder with his nose before lightly kissing along her shoulder. "What happened with Hap?"

Her shoulders tensed, her grip on her daughter shifting a bit. "Oh. Uh. We just...don't see eye to eye on shit. He's an ass."

"He was really worried about you, y'know?" he told her, his hand slipping under her shirt and stroking over her koi fish tattoo. "Came here late last night to make sure you were all right."

"Yeah, he's a real sweetheart," she drawled sarcastically. "Juice, how many of your brothers know about your whole situation?"

Now, it was Juice's turn to tense. "Chibs, Bobby, and Jax," he rattled off, his stomach already churning. "Why? What did Hap say? What'd you tell him?"

"He knows about Miles, about the coke, and about...the tree. None of which I told him about," she added the last part quickly. "He's not dumb, Juice, he figured it all out. He was pressing me on it and got pissed when I wouldn't tell him anything more."

He let out a long breath, pressing his forehead to her shoulder. "Jesus Christ, Angel. I never meant to come between you two."

Angela fought the urge to laugh. She was telling him that Happy, the one Son that was most loyal to the club, that was most likely to kill him for what he'd done, knew everything, and he was more worried about how he'd come between her and her cousin. "You didn't. This is nothing. I dated a Mayan, remember?"

"Don't remind me," he said on a groan. "You have terrible taste in men."

She laughed this time, shifting Evie when she finished feeding. Juice reached out to grab a burping cloth and draped it over her shoulder. He made faces at his baby as she burped her. "Says the father of my child."

Juice kissed Evie's forehead breathing in the lavender scent of her hair. "You talk to Alvarez lately?" he asked nonchalantly.

Angela tensed again. She'd spoken to Diana Alvarez once or twice the week before but only to ask her about baby stuff and thank her for the generous present she'd sent for Evie. "Not Marcus. I uh...talked to Dia a few times. She sent Evie presents and some of Tessa's hand me downs," she answered honestly.

"Tessa is..."

"Alvarez's daughter," she replied on a sigh. She could hear the soft thunk of Juice's head hitting the backboard as he groaned in response, no doubt rolling his eyes at her. "Juice, Dia and Marcus were the only family I had for four years. Years! During which my mom ignored me, my aunt was disappointed in me, and my cousin was in prison."

Juice was quiet for a long time, processing it. "Okay."

"Okay?" she asked, handing him Evie as she got to her feet. He handed her back as soon as she was standing.

"Angel, I don't know where we are with the Mayans anymore. 's long as you're not runnin' information," he started. She opened her mouth to contest, but he quickly cut her off, "Which I know you're not, I don't give a shit. Probably a good idea to keep that relationship strong. Shit goes sideways with me and the Sons, at least they'll be there to protect you and Eves."

That was surprising. She was definitely not expecting this reaction from him. "What is going to go sideways, Juice? You're worrying me."

Juice moved to sit on the side of the bed, letting his head fall into his hands. "I don't know," he said, rubbing his hand over his mohawk. "I've made a lot of mistakes."

"Jax gave you a pardon, made you kill that girl, and Chibs beat the shit out of you, what more do they want from you? Your first born?"

The ghost of a smile crossed his face as he shrugged a shoulder miserably. "I don't know, baby," he muttered before lifting his head to meet her gaze. "Something just doesn't feel right."