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"SHUT UP," Tig yelled through the wall that was separating them from a tied up screaming girl in the back of the van.

"We should have drugged her or something," Juice said, glancing around worriedly as they were waiting for the traffic light to turn green. "Do you think people can hear her from the outside?"

"Probably," Tig eyed their surroundings cautiously while stirring up the radio's volume.

"I don't like this.. what we're doing," Juice started, turning halfway toward Tig, "she's innocent in all this."

"But her old man is not and it's the best way to get that son of a bitch out of hiding," Tig shrugged. "What that bastard did to Gem, he will pay for that, one way or another."

Juice knew that look on Tig's face. There was no mercy.

"I know, just feel kind of bad for the girl," Juice finally muttered through tight lips.

...

"Fucking hell," Lexi had tried practically everything to get herself free from the ropes tied around her ankles and wrists. However, the only thing she had succeeded at getting rid off was the fabric keeping her mouth shut. The car stopped occasionally, but even then she was pretty sure no-one outside either heard her screams, or even if they did, cared much about that.

"SHUT UP," an angry voice yelled through the wall.

"Why god why do these things keep happening to me?" she gave up trying to get free and rested her head on the cold and slightly vibrating wall. Well actually she hadn't been kidnapped before, but it had been a bad year nonetheless. She had caught her boyfriend in bed with her best friend… a guy friend, then a few months later she had managed to crash her car into a tree and had since then been forced to take a bus to work. "Well at least I get a day off," she mumbled with irony. She had just been on her way to the cafeteria from the bus stop when two guys came out of nowhere and dragged her without an explanation into the back of their black van. The one who had tied her up had some crazy looking eyes, that was all she could see and remember, as they were both dressed identically as someone who were planning an old-school bank robbery.

Eventually the car came to a halt again, only this time she could also hear them getting out as well.

The door keeping her from freedom was still slammed shut, but she could hear more than two voices moving towards it. The door wast then slowly opened and as her eyes adjusted to the daylight, she could see four guys looking her way. They were all wearing black leather vests and sporting the perfect bad boy image. The crazy-eyed guy came inside and picked her up saying, "If you kick and scream, I will make you stop."

Luckily that was not going be a problem. She was scared out of her mind and couldn't make a sound even if she wanted to.

She glanced around as the curly haired guy carried her into what looked like a sweet wooden cabin in the woods... although in this situation it looked more like something that serial killers used for dissecting their doomed victims. The guy placed her on a chair and removed the ropes keeping her hands and feet in place. "Now I suggest you don't try anything, if you do, I'm forced to think of a more fun way to use those ropes," he said with a coy smile, "Understand?"

"Ye..yes," she nodded, trying not to visibly shiver at the mere thought of what he was implying to. What the hell did they even want with her? She had lived quite a peaceful life, until this day at least. The guy winked at her, the same smile still on his lips and turned to leave. With that he revealed the back of his leather vest, covered with a big reaper and 'Sons of .. something, California'. She couldn't really read the last word that quick, but still she knew instantly what or rather who she was dealing with here. Everyone knew about Sons of Anarchy MC and about the various ways they made money in this town. Not that she was one to point fingers. Until she was old enough to support herself, she was basically living of off the same kind of money. Her father was always mixed up with illegal shit. Her father… the sudden revelation made her wince. It was all because of him, she was more than sure. It must have been. She hadn't even seen him for over a year and yet the things he did caught up with her. It had just been a matter of time.

...

"I let her loose, she ain't got nowhere to go," Tig announced walking out of the cabin.

"Juice, call Hap, say it's time," Clay ordered.

"Sure you want Hap to do this? I wouldn't be against trying to open her up myself," Tig suggested following Clay.

"I'm sure you'd love to open her up, Tiggy, and that's the exact reason I'm letting Hap handle this," Clay turned to smirk in Tig's face.

"Why don't you ever trust me with pretty things?" Tig yelled after him, as Clay made his way to the room Lexi was kept.

"Hi," he greeted her as if they were old friends.

"I'm Clay, but I'm guessing you already know that. You're probably wondering why we brought you here and why we're not hiding our identities," he sat down across from her, "you're here because of your father, you could say we need to have a little chat with him.. and about why we let you see us, well I'm guessing you're a smart girl and know not to mess with guys like us no matter what happens."

"And if you co-operate, then there's no need for us to even think about wanting to hurt each other, right?" he smiled at her.

The door opened and a tattooed head peaked in, "Hap's here."

"Great, send him in," Clay got up waiting for the one named Hap.

The door opened again and a relatively tall and tattooed figure walked in. He, like the other one, had also tattooed his head. Clay handed him what looked like a knife. No scratch that, it was a knife. Oh no, instantly Lexi thought of running, even as she knew that they'd catch her in a second.

"Happy here is going to ask you a few questions," Clay held on to the doorknob. "He's not so patient, so I suggest you better answer and he won't have to make you do that," he continued, looking at the knife in Happy's hands, before leaving her all alone with a guy whose mere sight sent shivers down her spine.