"Just think about it, Sean." Tracker said, rolling his eyes as his brothers face got redder from anger.

"I told you I'm out."

Tracker shrugged at Sean, "You were good at it."

"We could use your help." Lucas spoke up and Sean turned from Tracker to look at him. Lucas never asked for help. He thought he could do everything on his own.

Sean sighed and looked at Jane next. "And you're in on this?"

Jane nodded, "Yea." She admitted. "I could use the money. And I think if it's just us doing the job, it'll be easy and safe. Like old times. No other partners or members of the club."

"Just us." Tracker promised and agreed to. He knew Jane and Sean weren't friendly with the club anymore. Even if it was his club and also Lucas was still in too.

Sean bit his tongue, shaking his head. With his hands on his waist he finally sighed and heard Peyton start to cry from her room. "I can't right now, I've got too much going on." He began to walk towards the other room.

"If it's Peyton that's the problem, just think about the money we'd get! You could hire a babysitter for a life time.."

Sean turned back towards Tracker and walked back up to him. Tracker crossed his arms and Sean snapped, "You could give a shit about Peyton. This is about you and what you want!"

Tracker angered, "That kid wouldn't of been born without me."

Sean tightened his jaw. His blood was boiling but he couldn't deny that. He turned around, pacing the room slowly but snickered. He finally spoke, "You want to rob a downtown bank. Do you know how hard that is? Cameras? Cameras everywhere from out to in and always people walking by."

"It's a small town, we can get away with it." Tracker insists, "I checked all the camera places. Two outside, 6 inside."

Sean rolled his eyes. "You're saying it like it'd be easy to disconnect them. Camera's aren't shitty like they use to be. They point in all directions now. There are people watching them 24/7!"

Lucas stood up and snapped at Sean, "Well then help us by telling us how to deal with it!"

"Ok!" Jane yelled, and the baby's crying was getting louder. Sean finally stormed out of the room to go grab her. Jane stretched her arms out between her other brothers and the way Sean left, "Let's give him a week to think about it."

Tracker was shaking his head, pacing the room himself now. He was still fuming by Sean thinking he didn't care about his own niece. Granted, he didn't visit a lot nor know her very well, but maybe that was a good thing. Trackers life wasn't 'baby-proof'. That didn't mean he didn't care or love his family.

"Fine. I'm out." Lucas declared and just nodded at them before leaving.

(((*)))

The next day, Sean tried to focus on work, but there was so much shit on his mind. He was trying to help Jay paint the red truck in front of them but he held the airbrush as he dazed off into his own thoughts and just stood there.

Jay looked up from painting the rear. "Hey." He grabbed Sean's attention. He began to spray again but had to ask, "You okay?"

Sean blinked and looked down at the airbrush in his hand before continuing back to work. He was painting the passenger door and just muttered, "Who the hell cares?"

Jay stopped painting to turn his head towards Sean, giving him an amused mocking look. "Geez, Cameron. Take your dick out of your ass and look around maybe?"

Sean gave him a weird look now until softening. Did Jay… did he possibly mean Emma cared? Or himself?

Jay clenched his jaw, silently telling himself to shut up or Manny would cut his balls off. Yea, he knew things. Sean was an idiot to not see Emma standing right infront of him.

Jay rolled his eyes, "I asked, so clearly I care." He insisted.

Sean just shook his head and stayed quiet about it, "It doesn't matter."

Jay finished his area and so did Sean, putting their brushes down. "Fine," Jay finally replied a few minutes later, "Well. We're done early. Want to go grab a beer?"

"Yea. Sure." Sean answered.

((*)))

"Did you close the kitchen up?" Emma asked Spinner.

He came out of the back kitchen and smirked, "Yes, Mom."

Emma giggled, counting the cash in the register. She knew she can be controlling when at work, but she had to make sure closing the café before the bar opened back up went smoothly. It was just her and Spinner and she was the one in charge, so if something happened, it was on her.

"Hey." Spinner had to ask, "Did you decide what college you're picking? I'm looking out of state too and was wondering if you prefer Canadian or American schools?"

Emma paused, glancing at him then down back at the money in her hand but her shoulders dropped. She had been thinking about that a lot lately.

"Well, we're Canadian and it is cheaper to just go somewhere around here.." she muttered, "But.. America sometimes has better education... and there is probably a bigger better world out there that here in this stupid town." Plus, no stupid jerk neighbors toying with your heart.

Spinner had snuck a donut and was chewing on it while giving Emma an odd look. When did it get so sad and depressing? "Uh. OK."

Emma snapped out of it, looking over her shoulder, and rolled her eyes smiling at him. "Let's go."

He nodded, taking his donut with him. He followed Emma out as she turned off the lights and then locked up the café. Manny would be by in a few hours to open it back up for the bar.

Across the street though, Jesse was parked in a black van with tinted windows. He watched Emma closing up closely with that cook behind her. Oz sat in the passenger seat and asked, "So tomorrow?"

"Yup." Jesse said, his eyes following the pair leave the diner.

"Why not tonight?" complained Matt in the back. Jesse glared back at him and answered, "We've planned this for two weeks now. We're going to follow that plan. Got it?" Matt glared but nodded.

"Ellie going to be in on this?" Oz asked in the silence.

Jesse waited for the street to be clear before he started up the car. He didn't want to attract attention. He then snickered at Oz's question though. "Ellie doesn't even know about it."

Oz and Matt shared a look. They were shocked, knowing Ellie was Jesse's girlfriend. She kind of just let him do his own thing but she was a tough chick and she got pissed if he did dangerous things she didn't agree to or know about. But Jesse was also a man not to be told what to do or to give permission to. This was his own buisness. She'd find out about it later, and he'd give her a few hundred dollars, and take her out for dinner, to shut her up. It wasn't that he didn't love her, she truly was his 'ride or die' chick, but he wasn't a one woman kind of man. He'd always go home to her, but he'd share a bed with others and business was business. She didn't need to know about his plans that she wasn't a part of. He had enough to think about. And as tough as nails Ellie was, she wasn't the 'armed robbery' type.

Tomorrow, they would rob the café. And as Jesse watched the attractive blonde walk away, he was sort of hoped she worked that shift tomorrow. Maybe he could have some fun..

He smirked and started the van up, keeping in the shadows..

(((*)))

Before drifting off to sleep, Emma's phone went off loudly, startling the blonde who was finally dazing off in the darkness of her room.

Emma turned from laying on her pillows. She rolled over and picked up her phone with a groan. "Hello?"

Someone coughed rudely in her ear from the other end, "Em, it's Holly J."

Emma opened her eyes and wondered what was up. "What is it?" she asked, glancing at the clock on her night stand that read midnight. "You okay?"

"Hardly," Holly J's voice cracked and was more raspy (Than usual). "I'm sick. Do you think you could open and take the day shift with Spinner tomorrow?"

"Again?" Emma whined but then huffed. "For you? Fine."

Holly J gave a pathetic weak laugh. "Thanks."

"Feel better. Night." Emma hung up with that, turning back into her pillows and sinking into the blankets.

She had no idea what tomorrow would bring.

Next to her house, Sean too laid in his bed, sleepless but trying to get some shut eye. He huffed, getting up, and knowing it was no use.

He walked up slowly to his window, with some intense stuff on his mind. Trackers plan to rob a bank was bothering him all day. That, and the fact he felt himself wanting to do it. He had tried so hard to change, but Tracker was right…Sean was very good at it and he was a little desperate for money. Not just for money, but a good life for Peyton, and the way his bills were going? He wasn't going to be able to buy that shop from Tony as soon as he wanted to.

Sean leaned his shoulder against his window frame. He then tilted his head seeing Emma's curtains open and could see inside clear as day. The moonlight shined into her room, highlighting parts of her body laying on her bed. Her hair was shiny, with some pieces falling in her face as she slept. She hugged a pillow so peacefully. Her eyes were closed and she looked beautiful. She wore shorts, and her long smooth leg draped over the other. Since laying on her side, Sean had a great view of the curve of her body.

Sean turned, scratching the side of his head and walking back to his bed. God fucking damn it. He couldn't get over the girl next door. Emma Nelson. The lightness to his darkness.

Too bad he had no idea what someone had in store for her tomorrow night. If he did, he would of stopped it. He also would of told her tonight about how he felt, and how he wanted her so much, it scared him.

…but it was going to be too late. It would change them both from then on.