Jax had been to Charming police station more times than he could count, more than often as a prisoner. Tonight, he was just visiting. He didn't think he'd ever see Kit behind bars but there was a first time for everything. The more he thought about her encounter with Agent Hunter the more he was proud of her. When she freaked out at the mention of her brother in town, the real fear must have been this guy. And she stood up to him. Threatening him in front of practically every cop in town may not have been smart but it was something she had to do and he respected that.

As soon as he was into the main station, he saw Hunter talking to Roosevelt. Jax resisted the impulse to go over and deal with the piece of shit that hurt Kit. Besides, she'd already laid claim on that front. He continued on to the cells in the back of the station but Hunter met him just before he got there.

"You should leave," he said bluntly. "You aren't good for her and she doesn't need you."

Jax smirked. "You think you have any right to say what she does and doesn't need? She made it pretty clear how much you mean to her."

Hunter didn't look remotely impressed. "Back off Teller or things might just get interesting for your MC. And despite how she's acting now, I do know her. She's a good girl and some white trash biker is the last thing she needs in her life."

"Last time I checked, good girls don't have criminal records. Just stay out of our lives and maybe she'll let you keep yours," Jax said, walking past him and pushing through the door that led to Kit. He didn't expect to see her brother in there with her. Even though they weren't saying anything, not even looking at each other, Jax felt like he was interrupting something.

Kit lit up when she saw him. "Jax, thank god."

He kissed her lightly through the bars and held her hands. "How are you holding up, babe?"

"I'm fine, just annoyed. These charges should have been dropped ages ago," she said.

Jax smiled. "Destruction of property, vandalism, and grand theft auto. How'd I get so lucky, Katarina Nix." He'd discovered her real name. It didn't take a genius to find her in the criminal database but it felt like he'd uncovered a bit of a secret. No one had uttered that name in nearly a decade. She's taken her mother's maiden name when she moved to California.

"Bikers make me weak in the knees," she replied, humoring him. "How were things after I left?" Kit was far more concerned with how everyone was dealing with the raid aftermath. It was the only thing she let herself think of. The past was a dangerous place to let her mind wander especially after seeing Sam and Hunter.

"That's one way to prove your loyalty," he replied, squeezing her hand. He knew it wasn't her intention but it was true. Whatever doubts anyone had about who Kit would choose when it came down to it, Jax or her brother, were set to rest. She was a part of the SAMCRO family, for better or worse. "Everyone's fine. Just cleaning up the mess these fucking pigs made."

She bit her bottom lip. "This prick is just trying to prove what he can do. They've already interrogated me and I didn't say anything. I should be out of here soon enough."

"No, you won't." Sam got up off the floor and dusted off his pants. "He'll keep you overnight most likely. Technically, we can hold you for 24 hours. He'll probably question you again and try to make some kind of deal before officially dropping the charges."

"But he'll drop them, right?" Kit asked, for the first time sounding doubtful.

Sam nodded. "I don't think they'll stick. It was so long ago and you were a minor. It's protocol and you're a potential gold mine of intel. I know you won't rat so this is just a massive waste of everyone's time but he's going to do it anyway. I'll go see if I can speed this up any," Sam said and left the two of them.

Slightly confused, Jax looked to Kit for explanation. "He's just trying to be my brother." She sighed. "However I made him out to be, he's not a bad guy. He's just one that's made horrible choices. Or choices that I think are horrible, like associating himself with Hunter. Every time I see Sam, it's the same thing. We always have the same fight that churns up the worst memories and feelings. But I think things will finally change. I'm ready to change them."

"You're really going to kill him, then?"

Kit loved Jax for not immediately trying to convince her otherwise. "He needs to go down for what he did to me, what he let happen to me. I don't care what it takes or what it does to me. I have to do this, no matter how long it takes."

Jax nodded. "I'm with you but you have to tell me what happened. I need to understand."

"I promise I will, just not here," she swore, meaning every word. It was time for her to trust him with everything. She needed to take that leap of faith and tell him the dark things about her past that she'd never told anyone.

His phone went off and he saw it was from Clay. He wanted to stay with Kit, at least for a while but the Russians wanted to meet tonight. Clay had said it in church but when everything happened, Jax figured he'd be off the hook. He answered the call and they had a very short conversation about where to go and when.

"Gotta go?"

Jax nodded and kissed her hand. "Call me when they're letting you out. I'll be here, I promise. We'll talk then."

Kit nodded and watched her man go. In some ways she was glad that he didn't stay long. Even though her and Sam were at odds and barely speaking, it was sort of nice to have him around. She'd always thought of herself as a victim of their relationship but rarely took the time to think about how he felt about everything. She was selfish that way she guessed. He didn't have a Rachel to turn to when times got a tough. He didn't have any family around at all. If watching her through the cell wall made him feel better, the least she could do was allow it. Kit held onto the belief that once Hunter was gone, things would be as they should and she'd have her brother back.

"How's your girl holding up?" Clay asked Jax when he finally arrived at their meet point with the Russians. They had yet to arrive.

"She's doing well, just pissed off."

Clay chuckled. "A night in a cell will cool her off. She really going to kill that fed?"

Jax shrugged. "That's what she says." Jax had doubts about Kit pulling the trigger when her moment finally came. People always thought they wanted that kind of revenge but actually taking a life was a different thing entirely. It was hard to live with yourself after that, especially when it was personal. A part of him wanted to protect Kit from ever knowing those feelings but he knew he wouldn't stop her.

"You can tell her that we won't stand in her way," Clay said, tossing his cigarette aside.

Two black Range Rovers pulled up, scattering dust in the wind. Dmitry and two of his men stepped out, none looking remotely happy. He walked over to where Clay and Jax were standing, the rest of the MC moving in closer. Tig took his place beside the president.

"I heard you got raided," Dmitry stated. "Can't be good for business."

"Pigs found nothing. We don't shit where we eat," Clay retorted. "What do you got for us?"

"Two of our guys got jumped last night. They're both in hospital, one in a coma. The other one remembered the attack. Before he was knocked out, the fuck who did this told him to get out of business with Sons of Anarchy. So now we know."

"Know what?" Jax asked.

"This was all on you. Warehouse, everything," Dmitry said and spit on the ground. "You have enemy that is hurting us now."

Jax exhaled, trying to control his temper. "What else did your guy say? Did he get a look at the guys who jumped them?"

"They were in masks, came in a black van. He says that he saw a cross tattoo on one and remembers them talking something about a loan. He can't remember the name they kept saying. His head's pretty banged up."

"I'll have my guys look into it," Clay told them. "We got another warehouse set up and ready to go. We'll get the next shipment of AKs to you on schedule." Dmitry nodded and with that, him and his men took off.

"We have a new warehouse?" Bobby asked, saying what everyone was thinking. Clay never mentioned anything in church a few hours ago.

The president nodded. "We will. Oswald and I are going to have a chat. In the meantime find out everything you can about that attack. We need to know who the hell thinks they can fuck with us. I want everyone put on alert. If killing Russians is just the appetizer, I don't want 'em to get to the main course."

All the men started to dissemble when Clay reached out to Jax. "Son, I want you with me to see Oswald in the morning."

Jax nodded. "I'll be there." As he got on his bike and started off on the way home, he couldn't help but feel strange. He'd been wrong about the Russians. They didn't burn down the warehouse. He'd been so sure. The truth was much worse. They had no idea who was hurting them or why. He was worried about the people in his life that mattered, his family. Tara, Gemma, and even Abel had all been hurt because of club business. Now he had Kit to add into the mix. The more good things you had in your life, the more you had to lose. He swore to himself none of that would happen again. He would protect them all.

Kit was sitting outside the police station having a cigarette when she heard the familiar roar of a motorcycle. Her mind was a little more at ease knowing she was seconds from being far away from the police station. She just wanted to sleep in a nice bed. They'd finally released her in the morning and her bullshit charges of the past were finally put to rest. She'd never regret stealing and totaling Hunter's car and destroying his apartment. The hassle was well worth it and he dropped the charges so she pretty much got off scot free in the end.

She was surprised when it wasn't Jax who pulled his bike by the front steps, but a prospect. Kit was pretty sure his name was Rat. She didn't have a problem with him but Jax said he'd be here when she called him. He promised.

"Hey, Jax got caught up. He wants me to bring you to back to TM," Rat said, holding out a helmet to her.

Kit took it wordlessly and put it on. She got on the back of the bike and they were off. It was petty of her to care that Jax didn't show up to get her and even though she could acknowledge that, she was still annoyed. She'd been looking forward to seeing him, to having this big talk that she spent half the night prepping herself for. It was all for nothing now.

They arrived at the garage and Kit hopped off the bike. Almost all the Harleys were gone including Jax's so she just headed to her car. She was exhausted and just wanted to go to home. She'd feel a million times better after a shower, a nice tea, and a nap.

"Hold up," Rat called after her. "You're supposed to stay here. Jax'll be back soon."

"And when's that going to be? If Jax wants to talk to me, you can tell him I went home."

"I'm supposed to watch you."

Body guard? Kit thought, taken aback. Was that really necessary? "Then watch me," she retorted and continued to her car. She drove out of the parking lot and as soon as she was down the main road, she could see Rat in her rearview mirror. Jax knew she could take care of herself so this seemed a little excessive. Kit decided then and there to stop analyzing the hell out of this decision. She turned up the radio and started singing along to the music. Everything could wait.

Her peace didn't last long. As soon as she pulled up to her house, she saw William sitting on her front steps. She had half a mind to keep driving but decided against it. It was just him and she really wanted her bed. This tired, she could feel her inner bitch just rearing its ugly head. This wasn't going to be pretty.

Will got up when she parked in the driveway. He was holding two coffees and a hopeful smile. His clothes were a little crumpled and she wondered how long he'd been sitting there. In fact, he looked over all a little disheveled. For the constantly put together lawyer, it was a bit disconcerting to see him like that.

"What do you want, William?" Kit asked, stopping in front of him.

He held out the coffee to her. "I got this for you. It's still warm."

His niceness was pushing all of her buttons for some reason. She knocked it out of his hand causing it to explode on impact when it hit the lawn. "Let's try this again. What do you want?"

That had shaken him and Kit could see his expression harden. His eyes trailed to Rat, who was walking up the driveway toward them. He looked back to Kit, about to question his presence but when he saw the impatient look on her face, thought against it. "We need to talk. I need your help."

"I'm not interested. We're over, Will. There's nothing I could possibly do for you, especially now," she said, his every word grating on her nerves.

"I thought we were on a break…" he said, looking slightly confused. Part of it didn't seem genuine but Kit didn't care enough to figure it out.

"Do I look like I want to get back together?" She sighed. "Can you just go? Please? I really don't think I ever need to see you again. I'm over you and I'm not quite sure how you're not over me but you need to fucking get there."

Will ran his hand through his hair. "And if I don't go, then what? You going to get your new boyfriend to deal with me?" he asked, motioning to Rat.

Kit scoffed. "He's not my boyfriend and I don't need him to deal with you. I can do that myself." He raised an eyebrow, an amused look on his face. "That's rich, you underestimating me," she told him.

"The idea of you kicking my ass is pretty funny," he said, his nice demeanor diminished.

"Doing that would be extremely satisfying but the truly funny thing is that I don't have to kick your ass to get you to leave me alone. I could just ruin your life instead. See, I know a lot of fucking things about you, William, a lot of dirty little secrets." That got his attention. "Like the evidence you buried to win that big case you had. What was it again? Louis vs. Miller?"

William's eyes got big. "What are you talking about?"

"Then there's the Weinberg case, that other pro-bono one, what was the name again?" He had blanched and she knew she had him right where she wanted. "I'm sure the DA would just love to hear all about it. Don't they disbar for shit like that? This is what's going to happen. You're going to get the fuck off my lawn and leave me alone from now on because that's just the tip of the iceberg when it comes to what I know about you." Kit flashed him her best smile.

Will glanced at Rat before looking at her with disgust. "So that's it then? You're just going to threaten me and throw me out. After everything we've been through?" He took a step closer to her.

She stood her ground. "Was I not clear?"

"Back off man," Rat said, intercepting them. "Do as the lady says. Just leave. She doesn't want you here."

Will put his hands up in surrender. "Fine, but this isn't over Kit. We're going to have that conversation one way or another."

"Don't force my hand, Will. You may not have seen it but I have a shorter temper than you can imagine."

With a last glare, he walked off down the path to his car parked at the curb.

As he drove off, Kit considered what the hell he could want. The more time went by the more she wondered how things would have gone if she'd just broken up with him after the night she first slept with Jax. It would have been the responsible thing to do. He would be so far out of her life by now, probably with some other girl to occupy his time. Figuring out what he wanted was just added to her list of things to do.

Kit sighed and turned to Rat. "I'm officially done with this hell of a morning. Come on, you can watch TV or something," she said, leading him up the front steps.

A/N: Sorry for long hiatus. Hopefully I'll have more time in coming weeks/months to update. Let me know what you thought pleaseeeeeee

xo Alexa