Description: Jax's little sister returns home after Tara's almost kidnapped, only for Juice to confess his feelings for her and run away.

"Ma?" I called into the house. I heard what sounded like someone getting hit and drew my gun, running towards the sound.

"Who?" Clay asked, looking up from where he was kneeling over my mother.

"You asshole," I said. "Get off of her."

He looked pissed and tried to run at me.

"I don't miss," I said, leveling the gun at his head. "Get the hell out of this house."

He looked pissed but started down the hall so I called Wayne and waited until he showed up to tend to my mothers wounds. She'd woken up and refused to go to the hospital shortly after Clay stormed out.

"Keep an eye on her," I said to Wayne.

"Where ya going baby?" My mother asked.

"To deal with something," I said. I sped to the clubhouse and stormed inside.

"Where the hell is he?" I asked. Tig, Bobby, Juice, and the croweaters all turned to me.

"Give me the gun," Bobby said.

"No," I said. "He beat the shit outta Mom. The least he deserves is a fucking bullet between the eyes."

If I hadn't been angry, I wouldn't have missed Tig behind me. He wrapped his arms around me tightly and took my gun away as I struggled in his grip.

"He did what now?" Tig asked.

"I walked in on him beating the shit out of my mother," I said. "If y'all don't handle him, I will."

"You've been spending too much time up in Tacoma," Tig said. I knew he was referring to my time with Happy.

"He shouldn't be beating women-," I said.

"I beat hookers," Tig said. "Cause women are obnoxious."

"Fuck off," I said.

"No, she's right Tig," Bobby said. "We'll take it to the club baby. Go home to your Ma."

"Wayne's with her. I doubt she wants to see me," I said. "Chibs is the one who called me. Someone decided to disappear on us."

I glared at Juice and he just shook his head. "Had to ride and clear my head."

"You still check in idiot," I said, hugging him tightly. "I thought you were dead and I was going be attending your funeral."

"Nah baby," he said, kissing my forehead. We weren't officially a couple but we definitely spent our fair share of nights together.

"Check in, please," I said. He just nodded. I hugged him tighter for a few seconds before finally releasing him from my arms.

"I've gotta go see my brother," I said.

"Hey, this shit, he don't need it," Tig said. I nodded. I knew that. I kissed Juice's cheek and he said he'd ride with me.

We headed down to St. Thomas and Juice led me back to where my brother was sitting in a waiting room.

"Hey," I said softly. Jax looked up and immediately pulled me into a hug.

"Thanks for making the trip down," he said.

"Of course," I said. "Y'all need me. I'm here."

He just nodded before sitting back down.

"How's she doing?" I asked. Juice took that as his cue to walk a little further away from us.

"She just blew up on me. I'm sure it's just the pain meds but she's acting strange about it all," he said.

"She might lose her job Jax. It's hitting her hard. Imagine if you couldn't ever ride again," I said. He just nodded. I leaned into his shoulder some. I felt terrible that there wasn't more I could do for my big brother.

"Elyda with the boys?"

"Yeah," he said. "You can go check in with her."

"I will. I'll help with them. You take care of you and Tara," I said. He just nodded.

"Get some sleep too."

He rolled his eyes at me, but I kissed his forehead and he stopped. I told him I loved him and Juice and I headed out.

"Hey, I'm gonna head back, but can I talk to you first?"

I turned to face Juice and he looked worried.

"Yeah," I said. "Absolutely."

We stopped by my car and his bike and he started pacing.

"I've got a lot of shit," he said, rubbing his neck. He'd tried to hang himself a couple weeks ago and Chibs found him. He's been worried since.

"I know Juice," I said.

He just nodded. "I don't know where it lands, but I need you to know I care about you. Always have."

"I know Juice. You're scaring me though."

"I'm sorry," he said. He kissed my lips softly before getting on his bike and driving off. I called Chibs as I drove to Jax's place. Someone needed eyes on him constantly.