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Jax rushed into the clubhouse, finding Opie at the bar while Clay stood in the chapel. "Opie! Delta needs you now. Hale was here, Clay."

Both men stood up, Opie first to bolt out of the clubhouse. Clay's jaw set as he walked up to Jax. "What do you mean Hale was here?"

"He must've came last night." Jax said. "The rope he used on Delta in the forest is hanging up in the garage right now." He watched as his stepdad ran a hand down his face. "I thought the prospects were supposed to be watching him."

Clay nodded his head. "They were. They are." A moment later, his hand swept the empty beer bottles off the bar and sent them crashing to the floor. Broken glass shattered across the wood beneath their feet. "I talked to them this morning. They said Hale hadn't left his house all night."

"Well, either Hale snuck by them or they weren't at his house all night, because Delta is nearly passed out in the fucking garage!" Jax argued. He slammed his hand against the bar. "I want this handled, Clay. He's coming for her. Just give me the word."

Clay gritted his teeth together as he walked towards the door. "I'd give it to you if I thought we wouldn't be killed in prison."

Opie sprinted across the lot seeing Delta sitting on the ground with Gemma holding her against her chest. "Delta!" He yelled, somewhat relieved when she looked up. He quickly knelt down in front of her, getting a good look at her when Gemma unwrapped her arms from her. He saw her hands trembling and heard her hyperventilating somewhat. He pressed his forehead to hers, getting her to look into his eyes. "Hey, baby, look at me. Just focus on me. I'm right here. Okay, nothing happens when I'm right here." He could feel her hands tremble even gripping onto his. "I'm here. I'm not going anywhere."

Delta cupped his face in her hands, inhaling deeply despite her shaking exhales. "I know." She whispered, closing her eyes when Opie lifted her slightly and wrapped his arms around her. She clung to him like a Kola bear, hugging his body with her arms and legs. "He's not going to stop, Ope. He won't stop until one of us is dead."

Opie looked up to see Clay and Jax now in the garage in front of him. Jax reached up and yanked down the rope, the realization of what that rope actually was hitting him then. "We'll take care of him."

Delta shook her head and untangled herself from Opie. "I need to do it." She turned and reached for the rope in Jax's hand.

Clay stepped forward and held his arm out as Jax held the rope out of her reach. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm taking care of my problem. I should've done it before when he was focused on just getting my pants off." Delta stated before reaching for the rope again. She grunted when Clay grabbed her around her waist and hauled her backwards. "Daddy, let me go." She struggled harder, but he continued to pull her backwards and up the stairs into the office. "If you don't let me go, I won't hesitate to kick you in the balls."

"Like your mother doesn't do that enough." Clay huffed out. kicking the office door shut. He held her tighter, cupping her face in his hands. "But, you need to listen to me."

Delta felt the tears burning her eyes as she held onto his arms, shaking her head. "He won't stop."

"Look at me, darlin'." He breathed, waiting until her blue eyes met his matching ones. "I know you're hurting. But, you're out of your mind if you think I'm just going to let you march up to him. What he did was horrible. I want him dead too." He felt his own tears pour over. "And, I won't let him near you. Before, I hate that I didn't have a clue to what he was doing to you, but it won't happen again." He pulled her to his chest, relieved when she wrapped her arms around him tightly instead of try to push him away. "I'm so sorry that this is happening."

Delta hugged Clay tighter, resting her face against his chest. "Me too."

Clay kissed the top of her head, brushing back the hair from her face. "As much as I want to believe you'll do what I say, I know you've got your mother's personality. Give me your car keys."

"Opie drove me here." Delta stated, pulling back slightly.

"Baby, I see your car in the parking lot. I watched you drive in." Clay chuckled before reaching into the filing cabinet for her purse. He fished the keys out of the bag before stuffing them in his back pocket. "You'll get them back later. I promise."

Delta rolled her eyes and exhaled sharply. "Way to ruin the moment."

Clay grinned and kissed her forehead. "I love you too."

Delta watched as he walked out of the office, walking over to Jax who had the rope resting on the back of his bike. Opie stood with them, clearly pissed that this all went down when the prospects were supposed to be watching Hale. She felt his anger triple when his hand slammed down onto the seat of his bike, the sound reverberating throughout the lot and catching the attention of some of the other club members. They soon headed into the club, Clay calling for a meeting in the chapel.

She felt two arms wrap around her waist from behind, a chin resting on her shoulder. "I want to burn that damn rope.'' Delta whispered.

"I want to hang Hale from it." Gemma breathed, her head resting against her daughter's. "I know this is hard, but we'll get through this. You've got all of us." She brushed aside some of Delta's hair, getting a good look at her face. "I hope you know that."

"I do." Delta smiled slightly. She looked around when Gemma stepped back, sitting behind her desk. "I'm going to get something to eat. I didn't grab anything at the house.'

Gemma nodded her head. "I'll get a start on the paperwork."

Delta smiled and trotted down the steps of the office, looking around the lot again for any club members who didn't go inside yet. The lot was desolate, and she took the opportunity to reach into her pocket and pull out the keys to Clay's bike. Glancing back at the office, she quickly climbed onto the bike and slipped on the helmet. She felt the bile rise in her throat as she grabbed the rope laying on Jax's bike and draped it over her legs.

"Who was that?" Clay asked, hearing a bike roar away outside. He stood up, his brothers murmuring as they followed him. When he stepped outside, Gemma was screaming towards the gate and his bike was gone. He patted his pockets, growling slightly when he realized his keys were missing. He whirled around. "Follow her! She wants Hale dead, and there's nothing from stopping her right now." He hurried over to Gemma, joining her as she stormed to her car, the boys firing up the engines to their bikes. "She stole my keys when I hugged her."

"That's what you get for teaching her how to steal a wallet." Gemma spat as they both got into her car. "She's going to get herself killed."

Clay grabbed the dashboard as she slammed her foot into the gas pedal. "Or worse."

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