"That's enough," Happy's voice came from behind Juice.

To Angela's surprise, Juice didn't jerk away from their kiss immediately like he normally did when Happy interrupted. She moved back just a little, pecking Juice's lips with a small smile. He nodded before pressing his lips to her forehead, his hold on her tightening. "I love you," he murmured in her ear, his raspy voice making her shiver in the best way.

She kissed him again, savoring the taste of his lips. "I love you too," she replied, smiling as he wiped away an errant tear. He let her go, and she turned towards her cousin. Without a thought, she threw her arms around him the way she'd done when she was a kid.

It caught Happy off guard, but he reciprocated, moving his arms around her. He held her close for a moment, dropping a kiss to the crown of her head as his hands smoothed over her hair. "You good, kid?"

Angela nodded, letting go and taking a step back so she could look him over. She wiped at her eyes, inhaling deeply. "Yeah," she breathed, doing her best to square her shoulders and look tough. "It's just...really good to see you."

"Yeah. Proud a ya. Don't do that shit again," he replied, slapping her cheek lovingly. She hugged him again, though she knew she was pushing it. It just felt so safe to be with two of the men she loved the most. She finally felt like she could breathe again. She heard his rough chuckle as he hugged her again. "Love ya, kid," he whispered in her ear so only she could hear.

"Love you," she replied, pecking his cheek.

The minute she stepped away from Happy, Juice was there. He moved an arm over her shoulders, pulling her into his side. Jax ambled his way over to her looking absolutely devastated. She felt Juice's arm drop from around her as Jax pulled her into a tight hug. "Thank you," he whispered in her ear.

She squeezed him tightly, just nodding in response as guilt blossomed inside her. What was he thanking her for? Abel was still missing. She hadn't done anything really. He stepped away, and she knew he must have questions for her, but before he could ask any, someone suggested they all go inside to talk in there. Apparently, it was dangerous to be out in the open like they were.

Angela stuck close to Juice's side as they walked towards the living room area of the small SAMBEL flophouse they were staying in. She had to make sure this was all real; that he was real. He seemed to be doing the same. He hadn't stopped touching her since they were reunited. His touch was comforting, and she found herself seeking out more of it as they all filtered into the living room finding spots to sit. Juice leaned against one of the wall supports, moving an arm around her torso to bring her into his side. She slipped her arms around his waist, leaning into him, her forehead against his jaw. He turned his head to press his lips to her skin as he murmured, "Love you."

The words made her feel warm, safe. He had no idea how much she needed to hear them. Tilting her head back, she met his gaze with a little smile. "Love you," she croaked, her voice rougher than usual. All those days with barely any sleep were catching up with her, and she felt exhausted. All she wanted to do was find a bed and sleep for days with Juice at her side. He tucked a stray hair behind her ear, pressing his lips to hers in a soft kiss.

They listened as Fiona explained what she knew about Abel. Angela couldn't stand listening to her trivialize their situation. She wanted to correct her, yell about how difficult it had all been, but she kept quiet, clenching her jaw to keep from interjecting.

Gemma's hazel eyes fell on her after Fiona was done. "And you, Ang?" she asked, staring at her beseechingly. "You don't know where they took him?"

She wished she did. Wished she'd been able to be with him, but they'd taken him without even giving her a chance to fight for him. "No, sorry," she answered softly. She lifted her head, making quick eye contact with Gemma. She'd explain everything to her later without Fiona there. Gemma nodded as if she understood before going back to Fiona.

Angela didn't hear how the rest of the conversation progressed. Her mind was already spinning with how she was going to explain everything to Gemma. She knew the older woman was going to be mad she hadn't done more, but she honestly didn't know what else she could've have done. She was pulled out of her thoughts when Juice's arm tightened around her waist. She looked up to see Fiona and Kerrianne were going to leave. He must've been worried they'd try to get her to go with them. There was no way that was happening. They'd have to pry her off of him, kicking and screaming. Thankfully, they didn't say anything about her. The man even let Fiona and Kerrianne stay with the promise that they'd take them back to whatever safe place they'd been later.

"You should all get some rest. 's been a long day," Fiona suggested, looking pointedly at Angela.

No one disagreed with her. Slowly, they all dispersed through the house. Juice grabbed her hand and led her to a tiny room that could've been mistaken for a closet. The bed in the corner was oddly similar to the one that'd been in the room they'd locked her in before, though the mattress looked considerably thicker and the pillow actually looked fluffy. "Sorry it's small. Was either this or we share with the rest of the guys in the big bunk room. Clay and Gemma got the bigger room 'n' Jax got the other solo room," Juice explained on a frown.

The idea of spending any night sharing a bed with Juice in the same room as Happy was sickening. There was so much that could go wrong there. She honestly didn't care where she slept as long as she was with him. " 's fine," she murmured. She was at a loss for what to do, what to say. It felt like it'd been a long time since she got to do something on her own volition without having to think about Abel or the consequences of making the wrong move. Juice shifted around her, grabbing a duffel bag off the ground and setting it at the edge of the bed. He unzipped it and gestured to the contents. "I um...I packed you a bag with clothes and toiletries and stuff," he explained, scratching nervously at the back of his neck. "Thought you might want them..."

The smell of home wafted up from the bag, making tears come to her eyes as she looked inside and saw her favorite Raider's t-shirt and a worn pair of jeans she loved sitting on top of the stack of clothes. The act of packing up clothes and toiletries for her was more than thoughtful; it meant he was confident he was going to find her. That he hadn't forgotten about her when she was gone. She met his gaze and took a step closer to him, slipping her arms around his waist. He enveloped her into a hug as she pressed her face into his neck. "Thank you."

"Don't," he murmured, his cheek pressed against her head. "Just happy to have you back. Missed you so much."

Angela sighed in relief; he had no idea how good it felt to be back in his arms. "Missed you too," she replied, exhaustion creeping up on her. Now that she was safe and with Juice, all the sleepless nights were catching up with her. She couldn't help the yawn the escaped her hold.

He chuckled, the vibrations of it making her smile. "Tired, baby?" he asked. At her nod, he carefully swooped her into his arms before turning to gently laying her on the bed. She watched him in confusion as he shrugged out of his heavy coat, hanging his holsters on the bed frame. He closed the door then stretched out beside her, angling himself on his side so they could both fit in the small twin bed.

With his face so close to hers, she could see the circles underneath his eyes. Had he gotten any sleep? It certainly didn't look like it. "You look tired," she told him, tracing her fingertips across his face.

"Didn't sleep well with you gone," he replied, worry in his pretty brown eyes. His warm hand settled on her hip. "Probably more than you, though."

"Probably," she agreed, gently pushing at his chest so he lay back. She snuggled into his side, moving her head onto his chest and sliding a leg over his, effectively wrapping herself around him. She lifted her hand to draw shapes on his chest through the thin fabric of his t-shirt.

He caught her wrist in his hand, pushing down the sleeve of his sweatshirt. His thumb gently smoothed over the healed over abrasions encircling her wrist, brows drawn together in concern. "Who am I killing?" he asked, not a hint of a joke in his voice.

"Cameron needed a way to keep me from going for help while he did random shit. He'd zip tie me, put me in the trunk, and then go do whatever he needed," she answered honestly. "Pretty sure he's already dead, though."

"Yeah, he is," he rasped, bringing her wrist to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to the raw skin there. "Did he...did he..."

Angela knew he was trying to find the right words to ask if he'd hurt her more. She could see the pain written all over his face; it would be unbearable for him to know Cameron had hurt her, and he couldn't do anything about it. "No. Other than being locked in the trunk, he didn't touch me. Hell, he even paid for us to stay at a motel once so we could sleep in a bed."

"Saw that. Saw the train surveillance footage. You looking at the camera. All these little clues helped lead me to you."

She let out a sigh of relief. It was somewhat comforting to know she had a hand at least helping them find her. Hopefully, now that they were in Ireland, they'd be able to find Abel too. "Knew you'd catch them."

He tangled his fingers into her hair, his short nails scratching over her scalp in a way that was soothing and comforting. "Yeah. Glad we found you," he murmured, his lips against her forehead. "You scared the shit outta me, Angel. Jumpin' onto that boat. What were you thinking?"

She'd had a feeling he was going to have a problem with it and was surprised he hadn't asked sooner. Tilting her head back, she met his gaze. "Wanted to keep Abel safe. Knew I was the only one who could do it," she answered, a lump forming in her throat as she thought of the baby boy she'd let down. "Didn't work too well, though."

"Don't say that. He's alive, probably in large part because of you," he told her. He dipped his head to kiss her softly. "You've got a big heart, Ruiz. Just wish you'd think more with your head some times."

She smiled a little, nuzzling her cheek against his chest; he knew her too well. "Keep that in mind going forward," she said on a sigh. She tilted her head back so she could meet his gaze. "You gotta catch me up one what I missed at home, and who I gotta kill for damaging your pretty face."

"Don't worry about it, baby," he assured her, kissing her nose. She rolled her eyes, laying her head back down on his chest. "You do gotta call Rosa at some point, though. She was real upset. Almost broke down our door 'cause she thought you were ignoring her."

Angela smirked; she'd missed her best friend. This was the longest they'd gone without talking to each other in a while. "Please tell me she's not the reason for the bruises on your face."

"Nah," he replied on a chuckle. The sound of it rumbled through his chest making her heart skip a beat. She'd loved these quiet moments with him. Loved the intimacy of being wrapped in each other's arms and just...talking about anything and everything.

"Tell me more about what I missed, goof. How's my aunt?" she asked around a yawn, just wanting to hear his voice after not having heard it for so long.

Juice's fingers kept scratching at her scalp while his other hand trailed over her arm. "Everyone's good, Angel," he replied on a yawn of his own. Clearly, he was jet lagged, and her chatting him up wasn't going to help him adjust.

Angela squeezed his torso, sighing softly. "Go to sleep, goofy. We can catch up later."

"Mmm," he grunted, probably already half asleep. She'd never seen anyone fall asleep as fast as Juice could. One minute to the next, and he was out like a light.

She nuzzled her face against his chest again, breathing him in. "I love you," she told him, pressing a kiss just over his heart. She closed her eyes and, for the first time in days, allowed herself to drift to sleep.

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Juice hated having to leave Angela for even a millisecond, but when Happy had come to the door to tell them the club was meeting at the table; he'd had to go. He'd woken her up only briefly to tell her he'd be right back. She'd nodded sleepily and then was out like a light again. He made his way to their tiny closet room after a club meeting he really hadn't needed to be a part of. He opened the door, pausing in the doorway, his heart squeezing in his chest at the sight before him. Angela was still passed out in the bed, curled on her side in the same position she'd been in when he left her. He let his eyes scan her body, assessing her for any injury, any changes he may have missed. It'd physically hurt him to see the red welts around her wrists. If Cameron hadn't already been dead, Juice would've at least beat the shit out of him for that. He wondered if they'd used any kind of restraints once she got to Ireland. She hadn't mentioned it, and he wondered if she'd done that solely to prevent any kind of problems.

He sat down on the edge of the creaky bed, his heart skipping a beat as she stirred slightly, her dark eyes slitting open. He reached out to tuck a stray hair behind her ear. "Hey you," she murmured, in the sweetest sleepy tone.

"Hey baby," he replied, leaning in to catch her lips in a soft kiss. He couldn't help but smile into the kiss; he was so happy to have her back.

She was grinning as he pulled away, and he loved that dazed look in her eyes. It'd been the simplest of kisses, but he could see how much she loved him by the look on her face. "How long have I been out?" she asked, sitting up a bit.

"A while. Glad you got some rest, though," he said, moving a hand from her face to the side of her neck, her thumb tracing over her jaw. He couldn't stop touching her. Almost as though if he couldn't touch her, she wasn't really there. "Irish are throwing a welcome party for us if you wanna put on your normal clothes and head out."

Angela sighed heavily, and he could see why she might not want to go to party with the very same people that had held her captive. Still, it was a chance to get out of the tiny room, which she may want to do too. He'd do whatever she wanted. "Okay," she agreed, slowly moving around him to get to her feet. She headed towards the little duffle he'd packed for her, grabbing it and setting it on the end of the bed on his other side.

He stood, moving behind her and slipping his arms around her waist as she opened the bag. He just wanted to have her close. He nuzzled his nose into her neck, breathing her in. He could smell the strong detergent coming up from the sweatshirt she was wearing and hated that it wasn't the same that they used at home. Hated that she'd been away long enough that someone had washed it for her. She didn't smell like her. She smelled like...Ireland. It wasn't a bad smell, per se, but it wasn't hers.

"How much underwear did you pack, goofy?" she asked, a handful of lace in her hands.

"Didn't know how much you needed. Which ones you'd want to wear," he explained on a smirk, letting his hand dip under the waist of the large sweatpants she was wearing. Fire raced through his veins at the idea of seeing her in one of the colorful panties in her hands. At the idea of being skin to skin with her, being inside of her again. It'd been too long since they'd last been together.

She put her hand over his, stopping it from moving any deeper. "I love you, but you do not want to see these granny panties. Let me get dressed first," she said, turning in his arms. She kissed him quickly. "Close your eyes."

He closed them without hesitation. "Why?"

"So you can be surprised by the color later. No peeking," she quipped, pecking his cheek lightly. "I'll be right back."

He heard her walk out of the room and opened his eyes, sitting down heavily on the bed. He couldn't help but shake his head at her. He lay back on the tiny bed, closing his eyes for just a moment. He heard a slight tap on the door and sat up to see Angela leaning against the doorjamb looking much more like herself. Her dark hair was out of its braids and slightly crimped from them, a black beanie covering the top part of it. She was wearing a navy blue v-neck that showed just a sliver of her torso and tight jeans that hugged her ass in the best way. She'd put on the blue and white Adidas Forum sneakers that she loved. He knew if they were home, she'd be wearing her big hoop earrings, but he hadn't thought to grab any jewelry for her in his rapid packing. The sight of her had his heart racing; she was absolutely gorgeous. "There's my beautiful girl," he said, sitting up and reaching out a hand to her.

She approached him with a small smile stepping between his legs. Her hands cupped the sides of his face as he looked up at her from his spot on the bed. Turning his head, he pressed his lips to the heel of her hand. He knew she was taking stock of his injuries again and sighed. "I'm okay, Angel," he assured her.

"You gonna tell me what I missed? Because the stories I'm making up in my head are wild," she told him, her thumb brushing over the healing cut on his cheek.

He smirked, knowing how good Angela's imagination was. He'd heard her rambling on about outlandish things many a time when they were drunk in New York. He loved her the way her mind worked sometimes. "Oh yeah? What's the best one?"

"I don't think there's a best one in this scenario. Hate the idea of you bein' hurt and me not bein' there to take care of you. Did consider that my aunt did that to you with a spoon for falling asleep while cooking again," she explained with a smirk. She leaned in to kiss his forehead. "The one I'm most worried about, though, was that my cousin did this for some stupid reason that wasn't your fault."

He could see why she'd think that; Happy was never one to use words to get his point across. "Nah, this...this was some stupid shit," he said, sighing heavily before going into detail about what happened with the Chicken Man and his van. "Alvarez gave me my cut back. Said he couldn't believe you chose me."

He caught the small smile that tugged at the corner of her lips. "I did choose you. I'll always choose you, Juice."

The love and warmth in her words radiated through him, right down to his toes. That warmth was something he'd always felt when he was around her. She'd loved him in different ways throughout the years, and he felt that love in different ways. But the one he was feeling now...that was his definitely his favorite. He loved the weak in the knees, tingly feeling he got when he was around her, and it hadn't faded over the time they'd been together. Not even a little. He grabbed her hips and pulled her towards him until she was sitting on his lap. Leaning in to nuzzle his nose against her neck before kissing the soft skin of her throat, sucking it gently. She shivered against him, her fingernails raking down his mohawk. He tilted his head back to look up at her. "You believe in soulmates?" he asked her, enjoying the way her finger was tracing over one of the tattoos on the side of his head.

She considered his question for a moment before she nodded. "I always liked the idea of it, but it never felt obtainable...not until we got together," she admitted softly. Her fingers traced over his cheeks, as if she was committing his face to memory. "It's weird. I've always felt this pull to you. Used to tell myself it was because we had so much fun together, and I liked having fun, but I think it was more than that."

He knew exactly what she was talking about. There'd been many days he'd thought about letting Angela and their friendship go. It was painful for him to see her with Raj. To know they'd never be together, yet he found he just couldn't let her go. He'd try to stay away, but he found he couldn't. It'd hurt even more to be away from her. "Think so too," he replied, sliding his hand underneath her shirt to touch to the soft skin, warm skin underneath. "I love you, Angel."

"And I love you, goofy," she said, squeezing his face between her thumb and forefinger before kissing his nose.

He started tickling her, laughing as she squealed and wriggled in his lap. With a little growl, he rolled them over onto the creaky little bed, climbing over her. Her laughter filled the tiny room as he blew a raspberry into her neck. He started placing sloppier kisses down her chest while he worked the bottom of her shirt up. "Lemme see those colors!"

She squirmed underneath him, allowing him to push up her shirt to reveal a very pretty navy colored lace bra with a little scalloped border. "Good choice?" she asked, her legs already moving around his hips.

He nodded, leaning down to capture her lips in a hot kiss. Her hands moved under his shirt, raking over his stomach as he slid his tongue into her mouth to taste her with a groan. His hand found her breast, thumb rubbing over her already peaked nipple, smirking into her kiss as she arched against him. He wanted to feel more of her, taste more of her. His hand went for the button of her jeans, and she pulled away from his kiss. "Condom," she breathed, her hands going for his belt.

He barely registered the word. "What?" he asked, burying his face in her neck and nipping at the skin there.

She gasped, nails trailing down the back of his head. "Haven't had my pill in like a week," she explained on a breath. He lifted his head at that, holding himself over her. He hadn't even thought of that. Of course, he was only thinking with one part of his anatomy at the moment, and it wasn't his head. Her lips were red, swollen as she struggled to catch her breath. "A-a-and I want you. Badly, but we can't... 's one hell of a risk."

Juice sighed, leaning down to press his forehead to her shoulder as he let out a ragged breath. She was right. They'd been careless at home because she took her birth control religiously, but it seemed like an awfully big risk to do it without it. Especially with the possibility that he was going to go back to prison. It was going to be hard enough to leave her to begin with. Leaving her pregnant with his kid, would be near impossible. When he got her pregnant, he wanted to be there for her, for his kid. Every step of the way. That and he was pretty sure Elena would murder him for knocking her up without marrying her first. "Right," he breathed, sitting back a bit. "Shit, someone's gotta have one."

"Y-yeah. There's a party outside, right?" Angela asked, her hands brushing over his cheek.

She had to stop touching him, or he was going to have a real problem. He moved off of her, getting to his feet with a grunt. "Yeah, yeah. Let's see what we can get."

A wicked smirk turned up the corner of Angela's lips as she sat up and straightened out her bra. "Betcha I can get one first."

Juice laughed, grabbing her hand and pulling her to her feet. "You're on, Ruiz."

Angela kissed him quickly before darting out of the room. He chased after her, hot on her heels until they got out doors. There was a raucous party going on outside with loud music and bare-knuckled fighting. Angela paused at the top of the stairs, taking it all in. "Different country, same party," she commented with a light laugh.

Juice chuckled, nodding his head. She wasn't wrong. The party looked almost exactly like one they'd have back at their home clubhouse. The only difference was the music and the accented voices. He slung an arm around her shoulder, pecking her temple. "Ready?"

Angela nodded, and he could practically see her working through a plan. "Go!"

He watched her disappear with a smile, happy just to watch her for a moment as she became immersed in the crowd. He followed at a slower pace already set on letting her win only because he knew how excited she got on being a winner. How her eyes lit up, and that sparkling smile of her spread across her face. He'd already won the best prize. Her.

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This was originally one long chapter of 12 pages, but I split it in two so a new update will be up soon!
Just some fluff and stuff.
Love them being back together!
Let me know what you think?
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