Happy woke up to the sound of a text message on his burner. With a groan, he reached out to check who it was. It was Tig saying he was supposed to head to the clubhouse as soon as possible with Kozik. The rest of SAMCRO was going to the police station to wait for Zobelle and Weston's release. He got out of the comfy bed, stretching his arms over his head with another grunt. He wasn't going to lie, the kid had a nice place. It felt safe, warm, like a home. It was nice to see her settling down a bit, and he was glad that she was doing it so close to their family. He didn't know what they'd do if she'd decided to stay on the east coast. It would've been hard as hell to let her go.

He headed to the guest bathroom, noting the two toothbrushes still in their packages sitting on the counter. He smirked; that was his kid taking care of him. He was willing to bet the smell of bacon in the air was her doing as well. He cleaned up and changed into his normal clothes before heading towards the kitchen. Kozik was still snoring on the couch; the guy could sleep through anything if he felt safe.

Shaking his head at his brother, he went towards the kitchen. Juice and Angela were there making breakfast together. Both of them fully dressed for the day. Angela's hair still wet from what was probably another shared shower. While he knew they'd tried to be quiet the night before, he'd heard Angela and Juice going at it in the shower the night before. It'd taken all his self control not to bust in there and tell them to knock it off so he could sleep. He clocked a new mark on her neck, similar to the one on the other side he'd noted the night before. The idiot's arms were wrapped around her shoulders, but she kept cooking, unbothered by him. The sight was strangely familiar to him; he'd seen her parents in pretty much the same position many times in the past. Graciela had less patience for her husband, though, and usually elbowed him off but not before Victor got some kisses in. He'd always been handsy with his wife. Happy saw a lot of similarities to Angela's parents' relationship in the way Juice treated her, which was one of the big reasons why he didn't mind them being together. He liked the way Juice treated her.

He heard her warm laughter and Juice's whispered 'I love you' before obnoxious kissing sounds as Angela giggled, actually giggled, like she did when she was a little girl. He cleared his throat, catching their attention. Juice kissed her temple quickly before he dropped his arms from around her. "Mornin' Hap," Angela greeted with a big smile. "Makin' some breakfast burritos. I dunno what's gonna be left at the clubhouse by the time you guys get there."

Juice was cutting up an avocado while he put his own burrito together. "Don't forget to make enough for you, Angel," he said, rolling up his burrito.

Another point for the idiot, Happy thought with a little smirk. "Thanks, kid," he said, watching as she placed a warmed tortilla on a plate for him and spooned some scrambled eggs onto it. He fixed the burrito the way he liked, surprised to see she had his favorite hot sauce bottle out on the counter waiting for him.

"Herman Kozik! Food! 'm not tellin' you again!" Angela shouted, waking Kozik up with a jolt.

Kozik got up, rubbing at his neck. "I'm comin', I'm comin'! Jeez, you sound like your Ma," he murmured, scowling slightly.

Happy chuckled while Angela shot him a murderous glare. "Fuckin' asshole!" she exclaimed, taking away the tortilla on the plate she already had waiting for him. "No food for you. You can starve."

"I'm kidding! I'm kidding!" he exclaimed, reaching for the plate. "C'mon, Angie-pie. You know you're nothing like her."

"Thank God," Juice muttered under his breath.

Happy snorted a laugh as Angela shook her head at both of them. She served Kozik anyway before starting to make her own burrito. Juice turned to serve her some coffee, fixing it up in a metal travel mug before offering it to her. She smiled at it; no doubt he'd made it just the way she liked it. "Thanks, baby," she murmured, catching his lips in a quick kiss. "So what's the plan for today? Left my car at the clubhouse so someone's gotta give me a ride."

"I got you," Juice stated around a bite of food without letting anyone else chime in. Hap knew why though. Their claim on each other had been obvious to all the day before; if she showed up on the back of someone else's bike, it would send a bad message. Not everyone knew she was his cousin. To the Sons from visiting charters who didn't know, it would look like she was being shared, and that was a message no one wanted to convey. Juice swallowed the food before clearing his throat. "We gotta hit up Charming PD first."

Happy saw her question coming from a mile away. "Don't worry about it, kid."

Angela closed her mouth, rolling her eyes as she took a bite of her food. "Okay," she said on a sigh. "Is this gonna be a dangerous day?"

Happy chose to remain quiet while Kozik shrugged. "No more dangerous than yesterday," the blonde said, throwing an arm around her shoulders. "Relax, kiddo. We're gonna be just fine. We got each other's backs."

Happy caught Juice's grimace at the same time Angela crossed her arms over her chest. "Because that worked out so well for him last time," she sassed back, bringing up the time Juice got shanked in county.

"Idiot signed up for that," Hap stated on a shrug.

Angela rounded on Juice who just held up his hands in defeat. "Okay, okay. That's enough. I'm fine, everyone's fine," Juice assured them both, playing peace keeper. "C'mon. Let's go, baby. We're gonna be late."

"But I gotta clean," she said, gesturing towards the dirty pots and pans.

Happy smirked at her procrastination technique; Angela had never volunteered to clean anything in her life. "Go. We got it."

Angela sighed in defeat, her shoulders sagging after a moment. "Fine," she conceded, pouting just a little bit. She grabbed one of Juice's sweatshirts off the couch and slid it on. It was much too big for her, the hood falling in her eyes. It reminded Hap of when she was little and loved to wear his sweatshirts around. They used to cover her completely, the bottom hem dragging on the floor, but she never cared. When she was about five, she'd told him that it was like wearing one of his hugs. He didn't mind her stealing them so much after that.

She went to give Koz a hug goodbye before heading towards Hap. She stood on her toes to kiss his cheek. "See you, Hap. Love you."

"Love you too, kid," he murmured, mussing her hair. "Be good."

She rolled her eyes at him before heading towards where Juice was waiting for her at the door. He held the front door open for her as she passed. "See you guys later!" he called over his shoulder.

"Take care a her!" Happy shouted at his back.

"Always!" Juice yelled back before closing the door behind him.

Kozik sighed as he finished off his food. His eyes surveyed the kitchen for a minute before he put his hands on his hips. "I wash, you dry?"

Happy nodded, grabbing one of the dishrags. He smirked when he realized it had a sugar skull emblazoned on it. "Make it fast. Got places to be."

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Juice sat on top of the hood of one of the Charming Police Department cop cars with Angela standing between his legs. An hour had already passed, and they were all still waiting for Weston and Zobelle's release. He wasn't quite sure what they were going to do to them once they were out, but they made a very intimidating group.

Angela sighed as she leaned back into him, her face moving against his jaw as she yawned. He wrapped his arms around her shoulders, turning to kiss her temple. "Tired, baby?"

She nodded in response, her hands coming up to rest on his forearms. She was wearing one of his hoodies again, and he could smell his own cologne mixed with her perfume on the fabric. The two scents meshed well together, and he found himself pressing his nose into the fabric to get a better smell. She reached up a hand to scratch over his mohawk as he did so. Then she pushed him off a little, so she could turn around to face him. Half of her face was covered by large mirrored Ray-Ban Aviator sunglasses. He knew they'd been an expensive gift from Raj for some birthday, and she looked damn good in them. While she looked great in them, he hated that they masked her eyes. Hated that when he looked into them he only saw his own reflection. She set her hands on his thighs as she looked up at him. "What's the plan here, anyway?"

"They come out, we get 'em," Chibs explained from his seat beside him with a little shrug. "How's business, sweetheart? Anythin' interesting?"

He knew she'd caught the subject change, but she played along with it anyway. "Nothin' too interesting here lately," she answered on a sigh. "New York always had the weirdest shit. Charming, not so much."

Chibs chuckled, shaking his head at her. "Can only imagine. Guess we bring you the best meals to cook then?"

Angela laughed at his thinly veiled reference to the bodies they'd brought her to cremate. "Oh definitely."

Juice stiffened as Unser appeared at the top of the stairs. Gently, he pushed her away so he could get off of the car. He slung an arm around her shoulders, leading her up the steps so he could hear what the Chief had to say. It wasn't much, and it definitely wasn't what they wanted to hear. Weston and Zobelle were still being questioned by Stahl. He didn't know what more they could possibly have to say. They'd already been in there for a long ass time. Unser apologized and headed back inside. Clay turned to Gemma, telling her they should head back to the clubhouse.

As much as Juice didn't want Angela to go, he knew that was the best idea for them. After all, who knew how much longer they were going to have to wait. The clubhouse would be the safest place for them. Juice set one hand on Angela's hip, using the other to flick the side of her sunglasses up a little. He wanted them off so he could actually see her eyes. With a little smile, she took them off, hooking the arm of it over the neckline of her tanktop, giving him a much better view of her cleavage. "You should go back with Ly," he stated, tucking a stray hair behind her ear. "Think we'll be good here."

Angela glanced over her shoulder where she saw Lyla, Tara, and Gemma were all saying goodbye to their own guys. She sighed, meeting his gaze as she nodded. "Yeah, okay," she agreed, though he could see the fear in her dark eyes. "You'll be okay?"

He nodded, leaning in to catch her lips in one long, soft kiss followed by three quicker ones, just because he loved the way her lips felt against his so much. " 'm gonna be fine, baby," he assured her, though he had a bad feeling in his gut. He didn't know why, but this goodbye felt all kinds of wrong. Almost too final. He fused their lips together one more time before tapping his forehead against hers. "I love you. Don't forget that."

"Love you too," she replied, her brow creasing with worry. He wondered if she felt the strange sense of finality to it too. He took her face in his hands, giving her one long kiss. Her hands wrapped around his wrists, holding them there for a moment. His tongue slid into her mouth to taste her, finding strength in the familiarity of it. She loved him. He could do anything if he had her love to back him. She sighed when he pulled away. "Please be safe," she implored, squeezing his wrists for emphasis. "Come home to me, Ortiz."

"I will. Promise," he told her, rubbing his thumbs over her cheeks. "And you be good, okay? I'll see you soon."

Angela rolled her eyes but nodded. "See you soon, goof."

She kissed him one more time before falling into step beside Lyla. The blonde smiled at her, and they immediately got into some conversation. He watched them go, his eyes never leaving Angela as she got into Lyla's car. She caught his gaze from afar, grinning at him as she blew him a kiss.

He pretended to catch it in his hand and put it in his pocket for later, and he swore he could hear her laugh as Lyla drove away. He smiled a little to himself, waiting until the headlights disappeared before turning to Chibs. The Scot shook his head at him, and he sobered up a bit. "Do you got a weird feelin' about this, Chibbies?" he asked his brother. "Cause I do."

Chibs shrugged a shoulder. "Not at the moment. 's hard sayin' goodbye like that though. Don't blame ye for feelin' strange about it," he stated on a shrug. "It'll be all right, Juicy. End of the day today, you'll be sliding into bed next to that fine lass and your weird feelin' will be nothin' but a distant memory."

Juice chuckled and nodded; that was his kind of heaven. "Can't wait."

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Angela hated playing the waiting game. She felt like she'd been playing pool for hours on end now, and while she liked the game, she was getting tired of kicking everyone's ass. Kenny, Ellie, and Piper were all at school. With what happened the night before, it seemed the severity of the danger they were all in had gone done significantly. Most of the families were allowed to go home. She didn't know who made the decision for who was allowed to go home, but she was sure Juice, Hap, and Koz were the big reason she was still there. While she wasn't as prominent a figure as Gemma and Tara, if they allowed her to go home, she'd be an easy target, and her boys didn't want to risk that.

At some point, the SAMCRO boys filtered in. All but Juice. There was a strangely sober mood to them that she couldn't quite figure out. She was thankful when Bobby threw out that the "Puerto Rican" was watching Zobelle. At least that meant he was somewhat safe. She tried not to look like she was eaves dropping on the conversation, but she did catch Happy saying he was proud of Jax. A sick feeling filled her; that couldn't be good. They left again, clad in thick bulletproof vests and armed to the teeth. Hap had stopped to kiss her temple, telling her to be good before they disappeared again with a roar of Harley engines.

To distract herself, she slowly worked her way into hustling another two of the out of town club members for cash while playing pool. It didn't take long for the rest of them to figure out what she was doing, though. No one else wanted to step up to the challenge. Thankfully, Hannah had stepped in and offered to play with her. Luckily for Hannah, they didn't put any money on the game because she was really, really bad at it.

"God, I'm bad at this," Hannah muttered, missing another shot at the pool table.

"Nah, she's just real good. I can help you, sweetheart," Koz offered, coming up to the table.

Angela rolled her eyes; she knew what was coming next. Koz would "teach" Hannah by effectively wrapping himself around her from behind. He'd probably get all handsy, and they'd end up forgoing the game to find a quiet place to have a different kind of fun. She'd seen him pull the same trick several times. It always worked too. It was fine, though. She liked Hannah. If Koz was going to hook up with any of the sweetbutts, Angela was glad it was her.

As predicted, the game was short lived. She won, and Koz and Hannah disappeared in the back of the clubhouse somewhere. Yet another reason she was glad she would be able to go home at night instead of finding a spot somewhere in the dirty-ass clubhouse.

Her phone rang, and she sighed in relief at the distraction. Checking it, she grinned when she saw Juice's name across the screen. "Hey you," she greeted, trying to keep the excitement out of her voice. "On your way back?"

"N-no. Need you to go to Jax's house," Juice said, his voice shaking. "Something happened, and we need to make sure she's okay. Take your gun and take Koz. Sack and Tara are there, but we can't get ahold of them."

Angela practically sprinted towards the lockers to get her gun. "Okay. On my way."

"Love you, baby. See you soon."

She smiled, a wave of relief coming over her at his words. "Love you too," she replied before saying a quick goodbye and hanging up the phone.

Once she headed back into the main area of the clubhouse, she frowned when she realized Koz was still getting his rocks off with Hannah. Interrupting them, waiting for him to put his clothes on, all of that would take way too long. If Tara was in danger, she had to get there as soon as possible. Clipping her gun holster into its lower back carrying spot, she headed out the door. The Son guarding the gate paused. "You got a shadow?" he asked her.

He was a younger Son. One she'd never met. "Got permission to go out alone. Meeting Half-Sack at Jax's place. It's like two minutes away," she lied easily. "You think I'm lyin' call Jax or Juice. Think they're busy right now, though. I'm sure they'd love for you to call about something silly like this."

The younger Son looked at the other Son on the other side of the car. Both of them hesitated before nodding and opening the gate. She sped away, going way too fast towards Jax's house. She spotted an old piece of shit car parked out front with Tara's Cutlass. She frowned; she didn't recognize that car.

Getting out of her car, she pulled her gun out, holding it in front of her. The front door was ajar, and she could hear Tara pleasing with someone. Angela crept in slowly, her heart sinking when her eyes fell on Half Sack laying out the ground, bleeding from a large wound in his stomach. Her gaze lifted from him to Tara, who was on the ground, hands up, staring at someone above her. Turning the corner, she saw a man she'd recognized as the one who's life Juice had saved plugging up his bullet wound in the clubhouse. He was holding Abel in one arm, a gun in another. She tried to get closer, but the floor board creaked under her foot, and the Irishman rounded on her, pointing a gun in her face. "Drop the weapon, undertaker," he said, despite the fact her own weapon was raised. She hesitated, and he aimed the gun at Abel. "Drop it or I shoot the baby."

She could've shot him easily, but she was terrified his trigger finger was faster and in shooting him, he'd shoot Abel. That was something she couldn't have on her conscience. "Okay, okay," she breathed, feeling a lump form in her throat. She slowly placed the gun on the floor and kicked it towards him. She lifted her shirt and slowly turned around, showing him her back all the while cursing herself for not putting her knife in her boot. "I'm unarmed, I promise."

"Cell phone."

She nodded, using one hand to pull her cell from her pocket and set it on the table. She knew she was willingly making herself dangerously vulnerable, but she wasn't about to let the guy leave with Abel. Not without her. "Please, give me the baby. It'll be okay. We...we won't call anyone. Just give me the kid, all right?"

He shook his head slowly. "No. You sit, and I'll leave you be just like this old lady," he said, gesturing to the empty chair. "Got nothing against you 'n' your old man. He saved me life. Not going to hurt his old lady. So you help me tie up this one 'n' I'll let you live."

Angela nodded slowly as he forced them towards the nursery. She found some duck tape and slowly started taping Tara's wrists to the arms of the chair. She made sure to leave it relatively loose, noting the way tears had gathered in Tara's eyes. Her green eyes darted towards Abel, and Angela knew she was trying to tell her that Cameron wanted to take the baby. Abel had already started crying, the awful sound filling the room. Cameron cursed, trying to get him to quiet, but Abel was reaching out to Tara.

"I can get him to stop," Angela said, straightening up, her hands in the air again. "I...he knows me. Trusts me. Let me help you. Please."

Cameron sniffled, wiping at his eyes as he considered her. "No funny business?"

"Swear to God. You can pat me down, do whatever. Just...let me take care of the baby. I can help you. Please. You can't take him. Not on your own," she replied, trying to keep her tone even. She could see him considering his options, see that he was listening. In all honesty, she was stalling too, hoping against all hope that somehow SAMCRO was on their way back. "I'll go with you. I'll...I'll take care a him. You don't need to hurt him. I can help. Please. I can...it'll be weird if it's just you on the run with a baby. I'll pretend to be his mom. The optics are better. We both know that. Less questioning eyes. Less chance of being caught. You know I'm right, and if it doesn't work, then you can get rid of me. Just...let me take care of Abel, please."

"Aye, okay, okay. Time to go then, lass," he said gesturing for her to grab Abel with his gun.

Angela swallowed hard and nodded, gathering Abel into her arms. His blue eyes looked up at her, and he stopped crying, grabbing onto the front of her shirt with a big grin. "Hi Abie baby," she cooed, kissing his forehead. She silently thanked the baby for quieting when she picked him up. It was like he knew to be quiet to further prove her point. "Auntie Angie's got you, sweet boy. You're gonna be okay."

She made eye contact with Tara again, holding Abel close to her chest. "I got him," she said, more to assure Tara than to Cameron. Tara nodded quickly, her eyes filled with tears.

"Let's go, undertaker," Cameron said, gun still in front of him as he walked her towards the front door. She stepped over Half Sack, doing her best not to look at him and keep her focus on Abel. She had to protect him at all costs.

He pointed towards his piece of shit car, instructing her to get in. She listened, holding onto Abel tightly as he sped off down the street. He pulled to a stop at the local marina. "They must be catchin' up," he murmured, more to himself than to her. "Let's go, undertaker. Down there. Slip Nine. Move it"

Angela's heart was racing as she powerwalked down the pier. She could hear the Harley's in the distance and hope filled her chest. She slowed down her gate just a little until the cold barrel of the gun pressed between her shoulders. "Give me the baby," he said, wrenching Abel from her arms and taking off down the dock.

She sprinted after him, the roar of the Harleys louder than ever. If she could just slow him down, maybe the guys could get to them faster. She could hear the loud boots of the SAMCRO boys behind her as they chased after Cameron, and she ran faster. She had to get to that baby. Had to find a way to slow them down or at least be there to keep Abel safe. She was not going to let Cameron leave without her. He'd just started the boat, and it was starting to pull away. Without another thought, she jumped onto the back of the boat, her feet barely making it onto the floor of the boat. Abel was thrust into her arms the second she was sitting, Cameron turning to the wheel, gun still in his hand. The boat was flying through the water at an alarming rate. Glancing behind her, she could just barely make out the group of men on the pier. She kissed Abel's forehead, rocking him slightly. "It's going to be okay. We're going to be okay," she murmured, though she had no idea if that was the case or not. All she knew was she was going to keep Abel safe no matter what.

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Juice couldn't believe his eyes as he and his brothers chased after Cameron on the docks. There was a girl running behind him. Her long braided hair swinging back and forth behind her as she followed. He knew that braid, knew the outfit. The sneakers, the baggy sweatshirt. His baggy sweatshirt. "Angel," he breathed, running faster behind Jax. How had she gotten there first? What was her plan? "Angel!" he shouted, hoping he'd get her to stop. "Angel! Stop!"

Her stride didn't falter. She didn't even look back. She was laser focused on Cameron and Abel. She was gaining on them too, getting closer and closer. Cameron got on the boat first, starting up its engine. Juice figured she'd stop as the boat started to pull away, but she didn't. She ran full bore at the boat, leaping from the dock onto the back of the boat. His own stride faltered. What the hell had just happened?

He picked up his speed, trying to get there faster, but they were too late. The boat was too far by the time they made it to the slip. He could just barely see the top of her head in the boat. Abel was in her arms, cradled closely to her chest. His stomach turned as his mind raced. She was gone. She'd been taken.

He could hear Jax screaming as they got to the end of the dock. The echoes of it reverberating through his chest. Juice wanted to scream with him, jump in the water and swim after her. Didn't she know how dangerous Cameron was? He'd kill her. Juice knew it. If she tried anything, the Irishman would have no problem getting rid of her. Jumping onto the boat like that was signing her own death certificate. The feeling of hopelessness rose in his chest; was that moment in front of the police station the last time he'd ever get to see her? Hold her? Kiss her? Had he just lost the only person he'd ever loved forever? Tears filled his eyes as he swallowed at the words lump in his throat. No. No, it couldn't be. He stared at the boat, frozen, until it disappeared over the horizon.

He didn't know when the rest of his brothers had walked away, but he turned to find just Happy standing beside him. He looked over to see the Tacoma Killer looking a little pale himself. "The fuck just happened?" he asked as if Juice could somehow know.

Juice swallowed hard, his mind still racing. What was the last thing she'd said to him? The last moment they had? Why couldn't he remember it? Why hadn't he held her closer? "I dunno. I...Jax told me to send her over to check on Tara. I...she was s'posed to take Koz or someone. She was supposed to have someone with her. I told her...told her to get Koz...why would she go alone?"

Happy ran a hand over his face, cursing softly. He inhaled quickly, straightening his shoulders. "We're gonna get her back," he stated, slapping a hand on his shoulder. "Ain't nothin' gonna happen to her, all right? Kid knows how to protect herself."

Juice shook his head, it certainly didn't feel like that. She'd just put herself in the most dangerous position yet. "Hap..."

"She's going to be fine," he ground out. Juice caught the tick in his jaw; he was pissed. Probably at Angela. He turned his piercing dark eyes on him. "You're gonna find her 'n' she's gonna be fine."

Happy's confidence gave him a surge of hope. Hap was right; he was going to find her. He'd hack into every database known to mankind, break every law and rule he had to as long as it led him to her. He wasn't going to give up until she was safely back in his arms.

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I've been excited to get into this part for a long time, so I hope you like it!! :) Since I've already gone down one route with Hands All Over, I wanted to switch it up this time! ;) 

Please let me know what you think, and if ya'll are still reading and interested!! 

~Love Ink