A/N: On to the next chapter! I hope you're all enjoying the direction I'm taking Jessie in, please let me know in the reviews! Soon, we'll be closing out her story, but I'll definitely be making a sequel to show the aftermath (: In the next few chapters, she and the SAMCRO boys will be leaving Ireland and going back to Charming, and then we'll go back to also addressing Harlow's death. As always, please read and review, and let me know what you think in the reviews! Anything you'd like me to add, or take out, please let me know! I write this for your reading pleasure and I want your opinions!

Love as always, Lacey

She hadn't slept all night, and dark circles ringed her blue eyes when she looked in the mirror. Jessie stared at herself in the mirror for a long while, still trying to comprehend the load of information she had been given the day before. Jessica. Not Jessie. It still didn't seem real, that she was the daughter of one of the Sons' most hated enemies. How was she going to tell them all?

Before she could think herself into another migraine, she left the bathroom, heading down the hall towards Maureen's kitchen. The older woman was at the stove, and smiled when she saw Jessie enter the room. "Goodmorning, lassie. Did ya sleep well?"

Shaking her head, Jessie half-smiled. "I barely slept." Maureen passed her a cup of coffee, Jessie sipping it gratefully as she rubbed her aching head. An envelope on the table caught her eye, 'Jessica' written in scrawled letters on the outside. "Hey Maureen, when did this come?"

"Trinity got it with the morning mail. Someone dropped it off before we opened." Maureen put away the last of the dishes she'd just washed, then grabbed her keys off the table. "I've got to do some errands, but Trinny'll be downstairs if ya need anything. Jax said to tell ya he'd be gone with the rest of the crew for the rest of the day. They're meeting with SAMBEL."

Only half-listening to what the older woman was saying, Jessie nodded, getting up from the table and heading back towards the bedroom. Making sure Maureen was gone before she opened the envelope, Jessie pulled out a sheet of paper that only bore a few lines. 'Meet at this address at 4 this afternoon. Come alone. I'm dying to see you, sweet girl.' At the bottom of the page was an address, Jessie reading the entire thing over again as she tried to figure out what to do. Then she came up with an idea, pulling on her boots and running downstairs to Maureen's store.

In the store, Trinity was at the counter, smiling to see Jessie enter. "Goodmorning, Jessie. What can I do for ya?"

"Does Maureen have a computer in here?" Jessie did her best to stay calm, trying to act as if nothing was wrong. Sweet girl? Who would call her something like that? But she attemped to remain cool, returning Trinity's smile. "I just need to look up something real quick."

"Yeah, it's just in the back. Follow me." Jax's half-sister led Jessie into Maureen's small office, booting up the ancient computer. "It's a dinosaur, but we do have Google." When it came on and she logged in, Trinity headed back out to the shop. "Give a shout if ya need me!"

"Thanks, Trinity." When Trinity was gone, Jessie sat down and pulled up Google Maps, typing in the address from the paper. After what felt like ages while the old computer whirred and clicked until the screen loaded, a map from Maureen's store to a place in Dungloe showing up. Dungloe? Who the fuck would want to meet her in Dungloe? Did it have something to do with her mom? Oh well, the only way to find out would be to go. It would be a two hour and forty-five minute trip, and Jessie tried to think of how she could make the trip without Jax getting suspicious. Going to the door of Maureen's office, Jessie yelled for Trinity. The other woman came down the hall, smiling.

"Ya rang?"

"Can you take me somewhere, Trinity?" Jessie showed Trinity the map on the computer screen, the younger woman stooping to look closer.

"Why are ya going to Dungloe? Is it about the Kings and yer da?"

"Yes." Now wasn't the time to try to hide things. Handing Trinity the note, Jessie crossed her arms and sighed. "I need to know what this is about, and Jax won't let me go alone if he knows. Can you drive me there?"

Trinity gave her a devilish smirk. "I always love a good adventure. Let me just close up the shop and we'll go. What with you being such a late sleeper, it's already nearly noon." She turned and headed back in the store, locking the door and grabbing her car keys from behind the counter. "C'mon, let's go!"

Jessie followed Trinity out to the car, clutching the letter and the map directions in her hand.

Three hours later, they arrived at the address Jessie had been given, pulling up outside a warehouse on the rougher side of Dungloe. It had begun to drizzle rain as Jessie exited Trinity's car, the younger woman promising to wait until she returned. The main door of the warehouse was padlocked shut, but Jessie found a side door and slipped in the building. She was greeted by dust and cobwebs, the place reeking of neglect. The door she had entered was in a hallway, and she carefully made her way down the corridor until she came to a large door, presumably opening up into the main part of the warehouse. It squeaked when she pulled it open, the blonde peeking inside before she entered. Nothing much filled the large space, but one corner was partitioned off with two walls, fresh plywood forming a room with a door. Across the room, nearly hidden by stacks of boxes and crates, was a desk with two folding chairs sitting by it. Jessie's curiousity was peaked as she looked around, gingerly taking a few steps inside the room. The place looked empty despite the living furnishings, and she double checked the paper in her hand. This was the right address, so where was the mystery person?

Cautiously looking around, Jessie made her way toward the room in the corner, her ears alert for sounds of anyone moving. A chill crept up her spine as she placed her hand on the doorknob of the room, and Jessie knew she should be hightailing it out of there and calling Jax for help. But something wouldn't let her leave, and she gingerly turned the knob and peered inside. It was empty, but furnished with a bed, a dresser, and a small dining table. Strange, she thought, it looks like a tiny apartment.

The sound of the door she'd entered through squeaking again made her startle, whipping to look behind her. "Hello? Is someone there?" Her blue eyes searched the dusty, drab place, finally lighting on movement in the shadows of a stack of crates near the door. "Hello?"

She stepped forward hesitantly, wishing to God she'd brought the knife Jax had given her. "Who's there?"

Finally the figure stepped forward, revealing itself as a man in a suit jacket and dress pants. He approached Jessie, the blonde backing up a step but somehow feeling that this man wouldn't hurt her. She didn't know how she knew, but she felt it in her gut. "Are you the person who wanted me to come here?"

"Hello, Jessica. I've been waiting a long time for this moment."

That voice. It sounded so familiar.

When the man stepped out of the shadows and locked eyes with her, Jessie nearly fainted.

Oh my God.