She wasn't sure what was happening until she felt the cold metal of a gun barrel against her temple.

"You were just there by accident. I had hoped a nanny would be with the children so I could easily dispose of her. But no, you're too good for help. So I was forced to take you as well. I really am sorry for the inconvenience."

She heard the sound of the safety as it was clicked off.

Every minute of her life flashed before her eyes as she waited for the inevitable. To her surprise, a laugh filled her ears. Then the sound of the safety being clicked back on reached her before the footsteps moved away.

"Relax, Mrs. Teller, you're safe. For now anyway." Footsteps again sounded as the person moved away from her. "Be patient, soon you'll have company." The steps faded away as her captor walked away, the sound of chain link rattling telling her the man had left.

Jessie managed to get her feet out from under her, sitting down on the ground as she began to cry. She had almost just died at the hands of this psycho who's identity she still had not figured out. And what did he mean by company? Did that mean another member of the family would soon join her?

Where the hell was Jax?


At the SAMCRO clubhouse, Weston burst in the chapel door, having sped to Charming from Tacoma. Jax greeted him, his haggard expression telling Weston that Jax was feeling the same emotions he was. "Jax, what happened to my sister?"

Jax shrugged helplessly. "I honestly don't know. All I know is I won't rest until we find her."

Running a hand through his hair, Weston let out a breath. "God, I feel awful. My sister gets kidnapped and the last thing I said to her was that she was a pain in the ass and that I didn't care what happened to her. What if that's the last thing I ever get to say to her?"

Jax raised his palm, signaling for Weston to hush. "Don't go there. We're going to find her and we're going to find my children. That's our focus, not on the what if's." The President sat down at the head of the reaper table, putting his face in his hands. "Right now we have a few people that could be behind this. There's the Irish, who could be doing this for revenge against us for Galen, or the Chinese. Or maybe Patterson's behind all this so she can take the kids from me and Jess. That's about everyone I can think of that could have gotten her out of that house with the kids in the middle of the night without her resisting."

Weston sat down beside Jax, offering his own theory. "What about the cartel? They were the ones who orchestrated that attack on the SAMTAC clubhouse, maybe they decided to target Jessie because she's my sister. Kind of unlikely, but it's still a possibility."

Jax nodded at the suggestion. "At this point, I'll take any leads I can get." He took a moment to think, lacing his fingers as he looked over at Weston. "The only thing I can't figure out is why take the kids too? If Jessie was the target, why not just take her and leave the kids?"

"It's probably just extra insurance. The kids could've told who took Mommy. Too much of a risk." Weston was obviously the more clear-minded of the two, thinking clearer than Jax was at the moment. "So who's the main suspect? Who's been giving you the most trouble lately?"

After a few minutes of thought, Jax finally spoke. "Chinese mostly, they're pissed we handed off the guns to black. Maybe they think taking them's gonna force us to give them the guns." They were interrupted as Juice entered, an envelope in hand.

"Hey Jax, this just came for you. And I talked to your neighbors, I'll get back with you in a little while about it." The president nodded as Juice slid the envelope down the table, Jax opening the flap and dumping out the contents. To his surprise, inside were four photographs, each showing his family. Both he and Weston were shocked to silence as they spread out the photos on the table.

In the first photo, Jessie's arms were tied behind her around a pole, her head bowed so her hair covered her face. She looked dirty, dried blood on a gash on her arm. The second showed a hand holding her hair, pulling her head back so that her face was visible. Bruises covered the right side of her face, a gash on her forehead causing spots of blood to dot her face. Her lip was split, swollen as well, and dark circles were visible under both eyes. The expression on her face broke both her husband and her brother's hearts. She looked utterly hopeless, shimmering places on her cheeks and red eyes giving away that she'd been crying. The third photo was of the twins, Blakely and Harlow sleeping side by side in a tiny crib that looked worn, although both twins looked fine, no marks present on them. The final photo was of Abel and Thomas, the oldest Teller child holding his little brother as they sat on a small bed beside the crib where the twins were. Aside from looking sleepy and a little scared, his sons looked fine as well. So the kids were being taken care of while their mother was beaten like an animal. Weston was right, they were just extra insurance. His mind racing, Jax could barely think as he took in the photos of his family, Weston letting out a choked gasp beside him. "Oh my God... Jessie..." Neither of them knew what to say, Jax noticing a letter had fallen out along with the photos. Unfolding the paper, he scanned the lines of slanted handwriting, taking it all in.

Mr. Teller,

I'm glad to inform you that I have your wife and all four of your precious offspring. My reasoning? Well, that's a little complicated. Your decision to hand over the gun trade to August Marks and the One-Niners was a huge mistake, one that will cost you greatly in the end. Already it has cost you your family. Don't worry, I won't harm your children, but your wife is another matter. She's quite a mouthy little thing, which isn't to my liking. In the beginning she wasn't even part of my plan, but she was at your house when I came for the children. Really, Mr. Teller, would it be so horrible to hire a nanny? It would have saved me the trouble of having to knock her out and taking her along. You married quite a little fighter, she's obviously spent a good amount of time brawling in cheap barrooms. But now that I have a bargaining chip, let's talk terms. You'll soon be receiving another letter with details of when and where to meet me for a sitdown. Once you know my identity, you'll know who will be taking over guns. The One-Niners will no longer be in control. Make sure this transition happens, Mr. Teller, or your family will be taken care of by my "assistants". Do not try me, Mr. Teller, I'm a very dangerous man.

Salutations.

The letter wasn't signed, Jax passing it to Weston to read. Once he had finished reading, the two men sat there looking at each other. "It's gotta be the Chinese, Jax. They're mad about you giving control of the guns to August."

The look that darkened Jax's face made a chill run up Weston's spine. It was a murderous look, the President's blue eyes flaming with rage. "I swear to God, if they do anything to hurt Jessie, I'll kill every goddamn one of them with my bare hands." His voice was cold, Weston nodding at his side.

"I'm with you, Jax. We're on the same page, I want my sister and those kids back just as much as you do." There's a silent agreement between the men, no words needed to know that they had each other's backs, would do whatever it took to get Jessie and the kids back.

It was time to go to war.


"Please, just let me see my kids!" Jessie begged, a shrill laugh echoing in her ears. She felt tears rolling down her cheeks, desperate to see her children. After a moment, she felt the rope around her wrists loosen, then she was hauled roughly to her feet. She stumbled as she was pulled forward, unable to see due to the blindfold still over her eyes.

"You try to run, I'll kill you." The cold metal of the gun made its prescense felt, her captor shoving it against her side as he led her forward. "I feel generous, so you can stay with the brats for the rest of the day." After a short walk, she heard a door open, and she was shoved inside and the blindfold was ripped off. The door shut again as her captor left, Jessie unable to glimpse his face. But her attention was diverted as she heard Abel call "Mommy!" and she was nearly blinded as a light came on.

The small room held a crib, a twin bed, a dresser and a changing table. It was clean, and a small box of toys sat in a corner. It was as if it had been set up specifically for the kids, and it unnerved Jessie even more. But she was relieved to see Abel and Thomas on the bed, her daughters sleeping in the crib. The oldest child ran to Jessie, grabbing her tightly around her leg. Jessie dropped to her knees, wrapping Abel in her arms. "Abel, baby, are you okay?"

The little boy nodded. "The ladies are nice to us." He held tightly to Jessie, refusing to let go of her.

"What ladies?" Her brow furrowed, waiting for Abel to answer as she pressed a kiss to his forehead.

"The nannies. They take care of us."

Nannies, huh? Jessie hatched a plan immediately. She would get her and her children out of here if it was the last thing she did, and they'd be back at home in a day or two. Hopefully she could make it work.

Now she only had to get them out of here alive.