We backed into spaces in front of the cigar shop, parking our bikes. Unser was there, keeping watch over Polly Zobelle. She had received a death threat from AJ Weston earlier that day, and deputies had been there the remainder of the time to watch over her. Unser had sent the deputies away when he had gotten our phone call. I was about to come face to face with the bitch that helped in the rape of my mother. Maybe I'd get a chance to knock her one good one over the head like she had my mom. Hey, it was the least I could do.

We stepped off our bikes and made our way onto the walk. Chibs stopped me from entering the shop with everyone else. "Hey, are you okay? I saw you in the middle of the fight." He took a step back and looked me over for any damage.

"There's no need. I'm fine. Not a scratch on me. You should see the other guy, though." I smiled, remembering how easy it had been to take down the lumbering fool.

He took my bruised hands in his. It's hard not to have your knuckles themselves split open while their trying to split open someone's head. "It still amazes me that you can take out men who are double your size, if not more." Chibs grinned, knowing damn good and well it was he who had taught me exactly how to do what I had done tonight.

I laughed, reminiscing on the days I spent in the ring with Chibs, practicing on Juice…and Tig. Those were the days. "I find the element of surprise never gets old." That good ole, tried and tested routine had worked many a time. All it left me with were bruised knuckles and a great sense of accomplishment. "Come on."

We walked into the store to find Polly Zobelle in the hands of Clay, a pistol up her skirt. "Where's your father?" Clay asked.

"I don't know!" Polly answered. She was scared shitless. Good. She needed to know what helpless felt like.

"Get him here!" Clay roared.

"Polly?" I heard Zobelle before I saw him. He turned the corner into the store from the back room, scared at what he saw. He knew he was screwed.

Clay let go of Polly and pushed Zobelle onto the floor, aiming his pistol at Zobelle's temple.

"You wanna kill me? Do it here on main street!" Zobelle's pathetic bravado attempt at saving his life disgusted me. Did he not know that we would do exactly that?

I heard a commotion outside, and before I knew it, David Hale and two deputies burst through the door, guns raised.

"Seriously?" I shouted.

"Unser!" Hale yelled. "What the hell?"

Unser threw his hands up in an attempt to calm Hale. "There's been no crime here. Now, just take your deputies, and go back to the station."

"No crime! Are you kidding me? You told me to do my job! And you expect me to just leave!" That blood vessel didn't look like it could take much more. I watched, half-expecting it to explode…a part of me wanting it to, just for morbid curiosities sake.

"Exactly, and I have to do mine. Now, I'm telling you, there's been no crime here." Unser raised his voice with a ring of authority.

Hale lowered his gun, assessing the situation. Zobelle took his opportunity, thinking that Hale was going to turn a blind eye as well. "Deputy, my daughter and I are in possession of illegal narcotics. There's a kilo of heroin underneath the counter by the register. Please! Arrest us!"

Are you kidding me? David Hale had once more foiled our attempt at vengeance.

A deputy checked behind the counter and pulled out a brick of heroin. "It's here."

Moments later, Zobelle and Polly were in handcuffs, disappearing into the back of police cars, just as Weston had done.

I walked up to Jax outside the store. "We'll get him. Somehow, someway, we'll get him."

Jax threw an arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer to him. "I know." He placed a small kiss on the top my head. "I know."