Angela stood outside watching as the SAMCRO and SAMBEL boys readied their bikes for some run. The mood was generally light, laughter in the cool air. Despite the fact Juice had packed her leather jacket for her, she had decided to put his hoodie on instead. It was warmer, and the smell of it was comforting. Juice tugged on one of the drawstrings, catching her attention. "You stay with Gemma, all right? Wherever she goes, you go," he told her, nodding over to where Gemma was saying bye to Clay.

She rolled her eyes; it wasn't like she was going to go exploring on her own anyway. "I dunno. 'm not sure she's going to be the best tour guide," she joked.

"Angel," he stated, his tone serious as was the look in his eyes. He wasn't in a teasing mood, and she really couldn't blame him; everything that happened since they'd gotten to Ireland had been somewhat dire. "Promise me you'll stay with her, so I don't got to worry about you."

She sighed and nodded. "Yeah, yeah, of course. I promise," she assured him, leaning in to catch his lips in a quick kiss. "And you be good. Come home to me, Ortiz."

"Be home when I get there, Ruiz," he told her, leaning forward to tap his forehead to hers. "Love you so much."

She grinned at him, kissing him quickly. "Love you even more."

"Not possible," he said, kissing her again.

"Gross. Get off a her," Happy said as he walked by.

Angela rolled her eyes, nodding towards Happy. "Take care a each other please."

Happy rolled his eyes as he put his helmet on, though he nodded anyway. Juice snickered, shaking his head. "We're gonna be fine, Angel. See you when we get back."

She nodded, taking a step back as they started up their bikes. She moved over closer to Gemma as they headed out, greeting her with a nod, which she returned. "Guess its just me and you and the Irish lasses," Angela stated, putting on a fake Irish accent at the end.

Gemma smirked at her. "Guess so. C'mon, let's see what today brings."

Angela sighed softly. She really didn't want to go anywhere with Gemma or Fiona. She pulled her phone out of her back pocket. "I got a long list of people I gotta call. I'll be right up."

The other woman nodded towards the corner of the building. "Stay in bounds, undertaker."

She nodded, already pressing the speed dial on her phone. Rosa answered on the second ring. "Holy fucking shit, Angela! You got no idea how good it is to see your fuckin' name on my caller ID. You scared the shit outta us. What the fuck happened?"

Angela relaxed as she leaned against the wall. "I know," she said, feeling tears well up in her eyes. It was so good to hear Rosa's voice on the other end of the phone. It was like hearing a piece of home. "Scared myself actually. How much do you know?"

"That you were fucking abducted. That you're in another country. Again, what the fuck? Are you okay? Did you...did they hurt you?" she asked, her voice sounding a little higher and tighter.

" 'm fine, 'm fine," she replied on a sniffle. "Can't really tell you a lot, but I'm okay. In Ireland, actually. It's been one hell of a journey. Hopin' I get to go home soon. The Sons of Anarchy tour group is absolute shit."

Rosa sighed in relief, a soft laugh leaving her hold. "Jesus Christ. Ireland? 'course the white boys would take you to fuckin' Ireland. How's the weather?"

"Fuckin' cold," Angela said, shivering a bit and pulling the hood of Juice's sweatshirt over her head. "How's everyone over here?"

"We're fine. You had me and Lee worried sick. And Juice! Holy shit! When we first saw him, I thought you'd died! He was a fuckin' mess, Ang. No lie. I never doubted how much he loved you, but damn, that was...he looked just wrecked."

Angela's heart ached at the thought Juice went through any type of pain. "Didn't mean for any of it to happen. I..." There was a loud bang, and she froze. She knew that sound. "Shit."

"Was that a gunshot?"

She peeked around the building, her heart racing. "Think so," she muttered, seeing an unfamiliar car parked in front of the entrance that definitely hadn't been there before. She froze, unsure of what to do. She had no way to defend anyone or protect herself. "Ro, I love you, but I gotta..."

"Absolutely fuckin' not. You are not allowed to go towards that sound, you hear me?" Rosa practically shouted into the phone. "You call Juice or Hap right fuckin' now!"

"Ro..."

"Hang up and call 'em. Don't be a fuckin' idiot, Ang! You're gonna get yourself killed!"

Angela knew she was right. Thankfully, she didn't have to do anything. She saw the two men get in the car and leave in a hurry, practically squealing the tires on the way out. "I gotta go, Ro. Love you," she said, hanging up the phone before she could respond. The phone vibrated with an incoming call as she tucked it into her pocket, but she ignored it. Slowly, she stalked towards the door. She leaned in slightly, yelling, "Gemma?"

"Yeah!" Gemma shouted in response, appearing in the doorway. She looked relieved when she laid eyes on her. She beckoned her in closer, surprising her by pulling her in for a hug when she was close enough. "Thought they'd gotten you 'fore they came in."

She stared over her shoulder, eyes wide as she saw a man with his head on the table, blood pouring from what she could only assume was an gunshot wound to the head. "Holy shit," she murmured, looking around wide-eyed between Fiona and Gemma. "What the fuck happened?"

"None of yer concern, love. You go upstairs with the girls. Boys'll be home soon," Fiona stated dismissively.

Angela glanced at Gemma for confirmation. She didn't trust Fiona to take orders from her, but she did trust Gemma enough to at least keep her safe. Gemma nodded quickly. With a sigh, she grabbed her vibrating phone as she headed towards the upstairs area. "I'm fine, Ro. Promise," she said, sitting down in the upstairs hallway.

"Fuck you! Giving me gray hairs over here!"

She winced; she deserved that. "Sorry, sorry. I'll pay for Ness to dye it, promise."

"You better, bitch," Rosa said on a laugh. "Just come home already, please?"

Angela smiled slightly, feeling a lump rise in her throat again. "You have no idea how badly I want to be home. I hate this fuckin' place."

"Of course you do, I'm not there," she shot back.

She laughed, shaking her head. "I miss you, loca."
(Crazy)

"I'm the loca? You just went running towards gunshots!"

She grimaced; Rosa had her there. She knew Juice and Hap would kill her if they'd known she almost put herself in danger again. It was an impulse she had to get better at reigning in. "Yeah, I'm gonna stop doing that. Promise," she stated, sighing as she raked a hand through her hair.

Rosa chuckled softly. "No, you're not. Not if it involves anyone you love. We both know you'd run into danger if someone you loved was in trouble."

"You're not wrong."

"I know," she murmured softly. "Please don't get yourself killed, Ruiz. I don't know what I'd do without my best friend."

Angela felt her eyes go misty as she nodded. "I won't. Promise. Love you, lady."

She could feel Rosa's smile through the phone and smiled herself. "Love you too, girl," Rosa replied. "Be safe, please. Talk soon?"

Angela sighed, raking a hand through her hair. "Yeah, call you when I'm home. Tell Lino I'm all right. I'll call him later too."

They said their goodbyes, and she hung up, holding the phone close to her heart as if she could convey the hug through it. She couldn't wait to be back in California with her best friends and her family once and for all.

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Every bone in Juice's body ached as he walked back into the flop house, but he found himself practically running inside desperate to see Angela. He'd heard what had happened to the girls. How Gemma and the rest of the Irish ladies had almost been killed by Jimmy O'Phelan himself. They'd somehow taken care of it, and none of them were hurt, but he had to see her for himself. He opened the door to their little room to find her on the phone speaking in rapid Spanish, most likely to her aunt. Her eyes locked on his, and she said a quick goodbye before hanging up. She scrambled off the bed and to her feet. She studied his face, no doubt taking in the soot and dirt that covered him after the bomb that'd gone off just before his eyes. A bomb that had been purposefully set off by a SAMBEL member in an attempt to kill them all on Jimmy O'Phelan's behalf. "Juice?" she asked, lifting her hand to touch his cheek. "What..."

He cut her off with a kiss, moving his arms around her waist and pulling her into him. He was desperate to have her in his arms, to feel the comfort of her body against his. They were surrounded by danger, and he needed the reminder that she was still alive. That she was okay. She returned the kiss with just as much fervor. He lifted her off the ground so her legs wrapped around his waist as he pressed her against the wall. Her hand slid to the back of his head, fingernails raking over the nape of his neck as he deepened the kiss to taste her.

A throat cleared behind them, but he ignored it. His hunger for her was giving him tunnel vision, and all he wanted was more of her. To strip her down and touch and kiss every inch of her to make sure she was whole. His hands moved under her shirt, sliding over the soft skin of her torso. Her legs tightened around him, pulling him in closer. He bucked his hips a bit against hers, aching for more.

"Juice!" It was Clay's voice that finally broke him away from her.

Her lips were swollen as their eyes met, a breathless laugh escaping her hold as he carefully helped her unwind her legs from around him to stand. He kissed her once more, addicted to the way she tasted. Slowly, he turned to look at his President. "What's up?"

"You're on watch duty over at the rectory. Don't want Chibs' girls to leave your sight. Her either," Clay ordered, his light eyes falling on Angela.

Juice reached behind him, seeking Angela's hand. Her fingers slid between his, her touch instantly providing him with the strength he needed. He inhaled deeply, squaring his shoulders. "Yeah, of course. We'll head over there now."

"Thanks," he replied before nodding to Angela. "Try not to distract him, sweetheart. Need him firin' on all cylinders now. This place ain't safe."

Juice felt her tense behind him, but she nodded slowly in agreement. He squeezed her hand, trying to reassure her. They were going to be all right. He'd keep her safe even if it killed him. "I got them, Clay. Nothin's gonna happen to them."

Clay nodded before walking away, presumably to go find Gemma. Juice turned to her and pulled her in close. Her hands moved up his back to hold him even closer to her, her forehead pressed to his shoulder. "I can't wait to get the fuck outta here," she mumbled.

He chuckled, turning to kiss her temple. "I know. Not the way I saw our first overseas trip," he replied on a frown. He'd once told her he wanted to show her the world, but he had a feeling all of that would have to wait for years. The longer they stayed in Ireland, the more likely it was they were going to have to go to jail. He was going to find a way to propose first. He wanted her to have that ring. She deserved that kind of commitment.

He felt Angela's lips move into a smile against his shoulder. She tilted her head back so their eyes could meet. "And what did you see for it?"

Juice had so many ideas for trips he wanted to take with her. "Dunno. Kinda thinkin' somewhere warm and tropical. Hang out on the beach. Get tan. Stay in one of those huts and drink out of coconuts."

Angela's bright smile made his heart skip a beat. "Coconuts, huh?"

He nodded, moving a hand down to her ass. "Yeah, always wanted to do that."

"All right, goof. Let's see if we can make that dream come true," she said, her dark eyes sparkling. "Maybe once we got off this continent, we can head for Bora Bora or somethin'."

His heart sunk; he knew they couldn't. There was an even bigger shit show waiting for him back in Charming; he just didn't have the heart to tell her yet. He nodded before kissing her softly. "Happy to go anywhere as long as its with you."

She rolled her eyes at him, tapping her forehead to his. "Corny boy."

"Beautiful girl," he shot back, kissing her quickly. He pulled away, grabbing her hand again. "C'mon, let's go to the church."

Angela let out a sigh and nodded. "Fine. At least we'll be together. Happy to go anywhere as long as its with you," she repeated with a smirk.

Juice chuckled, smacking a kiss to her lips. "Now who's the corny one?"

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Only one more chapter of Ireland, I promise. I forgot how much I dislike this season and all the Ireland stuff. It's hard to write because Ang really doesn't have any business being wound up in it. I could've forced her in a bit more, but it didn't feel right...
Anyhoo...
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