When I came too again I could taste blood on the back of my throat it still felt like I was on the ground but this time I didn't hear any talking around me. I quickly opened my eyes which were already starting to swell from what I assumed was a broken nose. I was on a decently clean hard wood floor the only thing staining it was blood, my blood ; my hands were duck taped behind me making it very hard for me to think about sitting up, all I could do was move my head from side to side.

"Awe there she is," the voice from earlier was clearly watching me. I felt rough hands grab my arm and sit me up on a stool; it was the man missing an eye from the OR earlier at the hospital. "You know it is a shame, you are a nice piece of ass.. isn't she?" he asked someone else and I saw Chad in a chair across the room his hands also duck taped together, but nothing else was keeping him in the chair. he didn't say anything back to the man just tried to make eye contact with me. I got a woozy feeling seeing his face, he had clearly pissed the man off his face, arms and legs were covered in blood. "Now you've got nothing to say?" he asked walking over to the blonde man and slamming his fist into his nose.

"Now Princess," he turned back towards me, "You are going to tell me everything you know about the deal going down with the Sons and the Cartel," his conversation from earlier played through my head.

"You're going to kill me either way," I knew he had been paid to off me.

"No that's where your wrong," he pulled out a large knife that many of the older men in Belfast used to cut the scales off a fish, which caused me to take a huge gulp of the remaining blood running down my throat from my nose, "I can make sure you get out of this," he used the knife to cut the elastic releasing my hair causing it to fall in my usual waves around my shoulders, "I don't think my...associates know exactly what you look like," he ran the knife lightly from my ear to my collar bone and I could feel blood dripping down the path he had just made.

"I don't know anything," I wasn't really lying to the man, all I knew was that they were running drugs for the Cartel.

"Or you could keep with your story and end up like the dick you were riding," he grabbed my throat tight enough that I gasped for breath and he slipped the knife in my mouth right where my upper and lower lip met, "I'll slit you ear to ear and leave your head for him to find,"

I swallowed again and he put a little more pressure;I could feel the knife cutting in before he pulled away. "I'd hate for that mouth to go to waste," He pulled the knife away and powerfully stuck it into my leg above my knee and I grit my teeth trying to hold in a scream but I couldn't stop a few tears from escaping my eyes when the knife cut through my skin like it was butter. The man undid his belt before starting on his jeans,but if I could I would call it luck his phone started ringing before he finished.

"Awe shit," he smiled at me, "We'll have to finish this later," he grabbed another needle that was full off the table and I hissed as he shoved it into my shoulder all the way to the bone.

"You are going to give her too much and kill her!" Chad yelled from his chair.

"What do you care? You wanted to work together! Remember?" the small distraction stopped him from injecting me and he answered his phone speaking in Spanish going out one of the doors causing sunlight to shine into the room.

"What is he talking about?" I yelled over to Chad once the man shut the door behind him, I still had a needle and knife sticking out of me.

"I was paid to...kill you, I knew I would need help when I saw they had put a shadow on you, Marcus is a friend of mine..I work for him, he was already trying to find out information on the Sons, Lobo paid to have you killed too" he admitted it to easily but for some reason I believed him when the tears started running.

"And who hired you?" he shook his head.

"If I tell you I'm dead,"

"We are dead either way," I confirmed to him.

"No, I'm not," he tried to assure himself.

"You are," I grunted, my throat drying up on me. "The club is going to find out I'm gone,"

"If I get caught I'm either going to die by the hands of the Lobo or the Sons, what choice do I have?"

"I'll make sure they don't hurt you," I quickly spit out not sure if I was lying or not, "If the club gets me, I'll make sure they let you live,"

"Even if I get away from Charming they will find me and kill me," I wasn't sure if he was talking about the Cartel or SAMCRO.

"Chad just undo my wrists and I will get us out of here," I knew my cell phone wasn't in the pocket of my scrubs. I wasn't sure how I was going to get us out of here but I wasn't going to give up until I was dead.

"I can't," he told himself more than me.

"Chad, I'll go with you if you help me, we can leave Charming, have a white fence and all that shit,"

"I don't believe you," he stood up anyways.

"You'll never get a chance to see if I'm telling the truth if you don't! If we don't escape your right, we are dead either way," I tried to convince him. "How many other people are here?"

"Just the two of us inside, three more outside," he nodded his head at the door the man had gone out of.

"Chad?" I questioned one more time, I would of blinked at him helplessly if my eyes weren't feeling the effects of my broken nose more and more.

"Fuck," he swore before making his way over to me.

"Take the knife out of my leg," I ordered him, my brain was subconsciously counting every second since he had gotten out of the chair, he pulled it slowly and it felt like he was leaving a trail of flames where the knife was coming out but eventually he got it out, I was watching his back since he had to turn around backwards to reach the knife with his hands together behind him. I felt vomit rise in my throat at the feeling of my wide open flesh. "Cut my duck tape," he nodded his head before turning going around behind me, I was sure he had to squat down to get even close to my hand from his height but I didn't care if he broke his spine at this point. I felt the knife lightly cut down my arms and wrists while he was trying to find the tape behind him. The knife stuck into my hand and I wrapped my fingers around the blade.

"I've got it," he stopped moving so I could take the knife and slide it up and down on the duck tape before I felt some slack and I used my arms to pull the rest of the tape off. It was a small victory but I still felt better knowing my hands were free. But it was short lived as heavy foot steps were coming our way and Chad quickly ran back across the room and I choked knowing what I had to do next. I gripped the handle of the knife and stabbed it through my leg as close as I could get from the original place, biting my lip so hard it dribbled blood to keep from screaming.

"Now where were we?" the man asked coming back into the room, thankfully not looking at my hands. "Oh yeah," he started on his pants again, "We were about to use that mouth for more useful things," he stopped on his pants and started playing with the bottom of my scrub top before lifting it up to expose my bra. "God damn," he pulled the knife out of my leg and cut the strap holding the cups of my black lacy bra and then started on my scrub top cutting it down the middle so it was cut open like a cardigan. "I'm moving to Ireland," he put his dirty hands on one of my boobs cupping them and I couldn't stop the stream of tears this time, I had a plan to get out of here but this wasn't a part of it. His tan skin was a contrast to my light freckled skin and some of my left over blood from the knife stained.

"Please don't," I knew it would make no difference I was as good as gone but the little girl inside of me pleaded with the man.

"Then tell me what you know!" he yelled and I could hear Chad sobbing from behind me.

"Nothing," I told him truthfully.

"Wrong answer," he tipped me off the stool and put me on my knees in front of him. I was still keeping my wrists together so he wouldn't realize they were apart. He completely pulled his pants down leaving himself in his underwear. "You know what to do," he smirked down at me and at that moment I did. I acted like I was leaning forward and the man shut is eyes quickly as I used my teeth to act like I was going to pull down his boxers, my swollen eyes burning with tears. I took the opportunity of his shut eyes to grab the needle out of my shoulder and without thought stab it into his leg, pushing all the fluid into his hairy thigh.

"Awe, you fucking bitch!" He yelled tugging the needle out as I struggled to get up and I felt a stab in the back of my calf before hearing something heavy hitting the floor. I winced in pain when I was sure the man was unconscious and pulled the knife out of my calf, instantly feeling my socks soak up all the blood running out. I didn't think twice about stabbing the knife through the middle of his head and goosebumps rose over my skin at how easily the knife went through how quickly I had killed a man.

"Come undo me!" Chad yelled, "There is no one watching the back door," he was right full of information now that I was escaping, he didn't want to be left behind. He was standing up in front of the chair as I hobbled over to him, now I had two bum legs, one had been stabbed twice and the other once. I went up to the man that had caused me hell for the past year and held out my knife to him, he smiled as I got close, "That was brilliant," but his face quickly changed as I shoved the knife through his chest right over his heart, he looked down a the weapon before I twisted it. "Clay hired," he mumbled at the same time as I spoke.

"I lied," I told him as life escaped his eyes and I pushed him back; his heavy body fell stiff on the ground and I pulled the knife out of his chest. Clay? I questioned myself but I knew I was running out of time. I took a second to turn around my cut up scrub top around covering up my front but leaving my back exposed before peaking out the back door Chad had motioned towards. Both of my legs screamed in frustration as I moved but I knew now wasn't the time to give in, I had gone too far to stop. Chad had been right, no one was in the back, it was a chain link fenced back yard. I opened the door squinting in the light with my sensitive eyes before hobbling off the porch; knife still tight on my hand I quietly went over to the fence and climbed onto the empty dog house and pushed against the fence, it took everything in me not to scream as I used my tired arms to pull myself over the top of the fence, putting one leg on the other side, the metal digging into my stomach before I leaned my weight over preparing for the fall. I bounced off the ground and felt gravel sticking into my exposed back and this time I happily let the tears run, I started running sobbing, I had to run with my mouth open because I couldn't breathe through my bloody nose. I was in a decent neighbor hood but it definitely wasn't a part of Charming I had ever seen. I came to a four way stop and I was sure I could of died in excitement as I saw two men sitting on a motorcycle, wearing Mayan cuts. I came up behind the men and they both turned to look, their eyes widened at the sight of me.

"Call Alvarez, Finley," was all I could get out before the blood loss got to me and I slammed down against a wooden fence.

No One's POV-

"Margaret wasn't saying shit," Jax spoke to the warehouse, "Says she called her in because they were short handed,"

"Neither is anyone who knows Marcus," Luis informed them hanging up the phone.

"Well she didn't disappear into thin air!" Chibs yelled puffing on a cigarette, it was the only thing calming his nerves after he had chewed his fingernails down to the bone. "Someone knows where she is,"

Alvarez came into the warehouse going past Pedro who had been tied up since this morning, believing he was the one giving the Lobo's their information. "We've got her," he held out his phone showing Jax a picture.

"Where is that?" Jax asked handing the picture of Finley bleeding against a fence to Chibs.

"Oakland,"

I opened my eyes and instantly regretted it, the lights were way tio bright above me and the beeping echoing in the room bounced off every part of my brain.

"Hey," Tara's smiling face was standing over me, a stethoscope pressed against my chest. I tried to smile back but my face was too sore and stiff to return the gesture. "You've been here for a few hours, we've got all the cuts stitched up, but you've lost a lot of blood," she sat down on my bed beside me, her feet still on the ground. "Margaret is letting us use the room..off the radar,"

I opened my mouth to speak but she put her hand on my arm to stop me, "Listen before Chibs comes charging back in here," she looked over at the door, I could tell by the wall color in the hall that we were down by our office. "We did some blood tests to see what drug they had been pumping into you in those needles and we just ran a full report," she stopped and opened the chart she was holding. "Did you know that you are pregnant?" everything stopped when the words came out of her mouth, even my thoughts as I shook my head back and forth at her.

"It's okay," she grabbed my arm and when our skin touched she brought me back into the real world. I was becoming one of the women I had grown up with, hooked up with a guy in the MC for a few months and already pregnant! For Christ's sakes we hadn't even said I love you and fully meant it yet, now I was in the hospital banged up and freshly kidnapped by the Cartel, and oh by the way pregnant too.

"I've been drinking," it was the first thing that I said since waking up, "last night," the events of the last few weeks played in my head and I realized the reason why I had so many tampons left at the club house, I hadn't had my period in months, "Vegas,"

"Finley, a lot of people don't notice and drink it will be fine,"

"I'm an adult," I swallowed trying to lubricate my dry throat, "I should of noticed,"

"We can do an ultra sound after they leave, check on everything," she didn't have time to say anything else as the door flew open and Chibs filled it.

"Finley," he rushed over to me and grabbed my hand, "Shite baby I'm so sorry," the word baby made, my brain start running a mile a minute thinking about all the horrible things I had done over the last few weeks, hell months, I honestly couldn't say off the top of my head when I had my last period it definitely hadn't happened since I moved into Chibs's house and I had been living there for almost three months.

"Who did this? Did they say anything?" Clay asked from the doorway and I remembered the last thing Chad had said to me; he had no reason to even know Clay's name, we had been together while the guys were in jail. Did Clay have something to do with this? I looked over at the man trying to give up my questioning look on my face. If he had done with why would he want me dead and hired Chad Sumner to do it? Did he even know about us?

"She hasn't spoken yet, I think she's in shock," Tara lied for me, "We need to give her a little time,"

"I'm going to cancel the fundraiser," Clay informed his V.P.

"No man, it looks good in case things get loud tonight that you were seen somewhere else,"

"Aye, he's right," Chibs agreed not looking over at the men still watching me rubbing his thumb up and down my cut up hand from Chad trying to cut the tape. After the group made small talk Clay left and Jax moved in closer to me.

"Where is Chad?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"Dead," I confessed and Tara gasped.

"And Marcus?" Chibs questioned this time.

"Dead," I said again.

"Did they say why they did this love?" Chibs's dark brown eyes met mine again.

"They were both hired,"

"By who?"

"Marcus was someone called the Lobos and I don't know who hired Chad, they decided to work together,"

"Jesus Christ," Chibs let go of my hand and turned towards Jax, "We've got to finish this tonight Jackie Boy,"

"Finish what?" Tara asked looking at both men.

"This Lobo shit," Jax turned back to Chibs, "You stay here brotha,"

"No," I sat up straight, "You go with them," I needed to talk to Tara alone. "I'll be fine,"

"Yah sure?" Chibs asked coming back over to me.

"Aye," I tried to smile and felt a little pull on the side of my mouth and Chibs touched the spot that Marcus had pushed the knife against.

"I'll kill them all," he pressed a kiss to my forehead, "I'll be back tonight," I nodded my head at him before he walked out of the door.

"You ready?" Tara came into the room a few hours after the guys had left.

"Have you heard from the guys?" I questioned her, all of the cuts and bruises on my body were really starting to hurt now that my adrenaline was worn off.

"No," she said truthfully.

"Clay hired Chad to kill me," I confessed not being able to hold it in any longer. I hadn't been sure that Chad was telling the truth but as I said it out loud I convinced myself as well.

"What?" she asked her eyes growing to twice their usual size and she sat back down on the end of my bed.

"That's what Chad said,"

"Why would he do that?"

"I'm not sure," I said truthfully.

"I need to get my kids out of here," she started rubbing her temples, "I can't take this anymore Finley, my boys can't be raised here,"

"Aye," I agreed with her, I knew shit was going too crazy around here in the past 24 hours Tara and I had received death threats, the club house had been shot up and a bag of heads had been dropped in our driveway.

"Come on, lets go see what is going on," she held out her arm for me to grab and I slowly stood up with her help. "Are you going to be okay with all of this?" I knew she wasn't talking about the fact that I had a stab wound in my thigh.

"We don't even know if it's a problem we need to discuss right now," I followed her down the hall wincing every few steps.

She led me to a room all set up with an ultrasound machine. I got up on the table and she pulled the stirrups out. "Just how I always wanted you to see me," I rolled my eyes as she turned on the machine and prepared the probe.

"You've seen me this way before, it's your turn,"

"I was up by your shoulders," I reminded her.

"We'll forget it ever happened the second it's over," she sat a blanket over my lap and lifted the bottom, "Now relax,"

I was sure there were things far less glamorous then letting one of your best friends give you a trans vaginal ultrasound but I definitely couldn't think of them at the moment; I honestly couldn't think of much as I sat with my legs spread waiting to find out my fate. I had never really thought about having kids let alone with Chibs, a part of the club, Kerianne's little brother or sister; but I took the information much better than I thought I would when Tara first told me earlier in the day, it was like I already subconsciously knew and was just waiting to be told out loud.

"When was your last period?" Tara asked using one hand to click around on the machine.

"Before I moved in with Chibs," Tara looked up at me giving me a strange look before looking back over at the machine. "What?" she was making me nervous watching like that. She didn't answer just kept messing with the machine keeping the screen to herself. "Tara!" I tried to get her attention.

"Do twins run in either of your families?" she turned the screen over to me and there was two big headed babies on the screen.

"You've got to be shitting me..that bastard," I didn't know what else to say as I stared at the screen.

"You're measuring at 11 weeks," I was shocked when she spoke, how could I be that far along, with TWINS, and not notice.

"I haven't been sick, not until this morning,"

"Some people don't get morning sickness, I didn't, probably the stress of the last two days set it off, you lost that patient in surgery, got a death threat, you were kidnapped,"

"Is it always like this around here?" I questioned not sure if I wanted to know the answer.

"Ever since I came back,"

"What am I going to do?" I questioned her watching two heartbeats on the screen.

"There is a Neonatal conference the day after tomorrow, I'm going,"

I nodded my head at her, "You do what you have to do," she clicked a couple more things on the screen and the machine printed off a picture and Tara handed it to me.

"You do what you have to do too,"

AN: Let me know what you think! What should happen next?