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Gwen parked her bike on the parking spot after she came through the gates last. She stretched herself a little bit, before getting her jacket off. Thank god her long sleeved cotton shirt didn't get stuck against her tattoo.

She followed the group of men and she could see that Jax was sitting in the chapel all by himself, his cellphone within in reach. Gwen looked at her brother who looked a Gwen. "Come on," her brother said. "We gotta talk to Anthony." They were about to walk away when Rachel took Herman by the arm.

"Come on babe, let me show you a good time," she said with her so called sweet smile. Gwen rolled her eyes.

"Not now," Herman replied firmly before walking off with Gwen towards his dorm.

"I want her dead," Gwen said. "I seriously hate that bitch."

"Why do you hate her? What did she do?"

Gwen let out a mirthless chuckle. "She asked me whether I could keep Tig satisfied. I know, he has some things, that I'm not interested in. But that bitch basically just warned me she's gonna try to make her move on him."

"You put her in her place. Send a message," her brother settled down on the edge of the bed. "Got it?"

"Yeah got it."

"Now lemme talk to Anton. You keep your voice down. He's probably gonna have a shitload of questions for me, so I need time to think."

"Maybe we should invite him over?" Gwen offered. "I mean, we can do this all on the phone, but if he needs to come over, it will buy is some time, in order make up a good story. Unless you're gonna tell him the truth."

"No truth Gwen. It's gonna cost my head," he told her. "I got this." Herman dialed Anton's number and put it on speaker.

"Hello?" Gwen felt a knot in her stomach and kept silent.

"It's me. Herman," he said. "Look man, we gotta talk. I know dad has been found dead. I'm not sure what you've heard, but Gwen is getting bothered by this sheriff and it's getting a little out of hand in my opinion."

"The witness, James Boyd, has been found dead in his prison cell. Fortunate for you," Anton said.

"Look man, I had nothing to do with dad's murder. I rather don't wanna talk about this on the phone bro," Herman said.

"Bro," Anton snorted. "Is Gwen there?" Herman nodded, telling her it was okay to talk.

"Yeah I'm here," Gwen said.

"You believe him? You believe Herman? That he didn't kill dad?"

"Yeah I believe him. Have you seen the video of James Boyd?" Gwen asked him. It was silent for moment. "I'm gonna take it you've seen it?"

"No. I haven't seen it."

"Well, he was barely sober. He made it up. They offered him a deal. I bet he said that in order to get a shorter sentence. Dad was involved in drugs. There're so many other possibilities on what has happened. Herman didn't kill dad, Anton. He would never do that."

Gwen felt bad about lying to him, but it had to happen.

"Alright. I believe you," Anthony finally said after a long silence.

"Maybe it's best if you come over to Charming and we'll talk about stuff okay? Like what's going to happen, if there will be a funeral, when his body will be released… that kind of thing. How do you feel about that?" Gwen asked.

"Sound good to me. I'm a little busy at this moment, so I need to see if I can delegate my work. I'll let you two know."

"Thank you," Gwen said.

"Just call me on this cell alright?" Kozik asked him.

"Will do." And with that, Anton had hung-up the phone.

Gwen let herself fall back on her brothers bed. She sighed and stared at the ceiling. "By the way, stay away from Rachel."

"Who?"

"The blonde who didn't want to let you go. She threatened she would make a move on Tig. I want her dead," she said.

"You just told me this for the second time. You need to put her in her place Gwen. Send a message. That's the only thing that's gonna work with those bitches," suddenly there was this grin on her brother's face. "Jen, one night there was this one croweater who kept on staring at me. I didn't care about that croweater. Jen already told me to let it happen."

Gwen looked at her brother, his eyes lightened up a little bit. "So I let it happen. That fucking croweater was about to kiss me when Jen pulled of that woman from my lap, and slammed her faced against the bar."

"So you guys get the hots for women who fight over their men?"

"Yeah, believe me. It's kinda impressive." Suddenly his facial expression changed.

"What's wrong?" Gwen asked, sitting back up, wrapping an arm around his waist.

"I fucked up Gwen. I fucked up so bad with her. It's not even Jennifer I care about, it's Kendra. I wish I could've been there for her when she graduated from high school… helped her pick a college instead of-.."

"Instead of what?" Gwen carefully asked.

"Being in jail, or being a fucking junky. Now she is doing porn," he said, his voice breaking a little. Gwen was surprised. She let out a breath through her nose. "I fucked up.. my only daughter. I couldn't be a father."

"Hey, look at me!" Gwen called forcing her brother to look at her. "Jennifer left with your daughter, cut you out. You've tried to reach out. From what you've told me, you did what you could. You did the best you could within your situation."

"Yes, I know. It isn't fancy that she is doing porn, but more importantly is, do you know if she likes doing it?"

"I dunno," he admitted. "She said she does, but I know she initially started to help her mom out with money at first. I offered her money. She doesn't want it anymore. She doesn't want anything to do with me."

"I'm sorry. She made her choice, there's nothing you can change about that. The only thing you can do for her, is support her with what she does."

"Thanks Gwen," he said. Suddenly the door opened revealing Chibs.

"We got church about an hour. Jacky heard something from Romeo," Chibs said cryptically.

"Thanks Chibs," he said before the Scotsman closed the door behind him. "Now get to your man before that blonde bimbo makes her move."

"Sounds like a plan," Gwen said standing up from the bed, looking at her brother for a last time before she left the room.

She walked into the clubhouse and saw Rachel getting awfully close to her old man, but thank god she immediately back-off when she saw Gwen walking in. "Hey handsome," Gwen said straddling his lap. "How about we fuck each other senseless for the next hour?"

"You think you can handle that?" he asked, his hands resting on her ass. Gwen leaned forward, her mouth near his ear.

"Yes," she told her nibbling his ear a little. She pulled away when she felt something underneath her grew harder, looking down at him with a smirk.

"Am I allowed to make you scream?" he asked.

"Loud," she whispered in his ear. "I ain't asking," she said before standing up from his lap, walking towards the back.

Before she even noticed she got intercepted along the way, being thrown over Tig's shoulder. Gwen could hear the catcalls from the men, and she could sweat she saw a glimpse of a very disappointed Rachel.

When they entered the room, Tig closed the door behind them. Gwen took off her shirt, her back towards him. Apparently he was just as eager as Gwen, when he quickly helped her to get out of the rest of her clothing.

She was already out of breath, and they hadn't even started yet. Gwen already felt that she was wet with anticipation. She wasn't the only one who was turned on, she could clearly see the outline of his cock through the fabric of his jeans.

He walked towards her, Gwen took a few steps back until her bare back hit the wall. Tig kissed her possessively, his hand in her hair, trying to deepen the kiss.

"Stay put," he told her, before lowering himself onto his knees. Gwen couldn't believe what he was doing. "You told me I was allowed to make you scream, right?"

Gwen nervously bit her lips, and nodded. She had no idea what she just uncovered, but she didn't exactly feel ready. Gwen let out a low moan, as he immediately started to pleasure her with his tongue. Gwen tried to brace herself, grabbing his curls in order to remain steady.

When she finally found her balance, he inserted his fingers inside of her, curling it towards her pubic-bone. Gwen's eyes fluttered open, looking down at Tig, who looked up at her as he continued sucking her clit.

When his fingers started moving inside of her, she wasn't so sure if her legs were able to support her. "Ow fuck," she muttered.

"You can do better than that, babe," Tig growled against her skin.

"Maybe you need to try, a little harder," Gwen countered, immediately regretting saying that. His finger started moving harder inside of her, making her legs quiver.

"Come on babe," Tig muttered, looking up at her.

"Please…," Gwen whimpered, when she realized that she really missed his tongue.

"Please what?" Tig asked, amused by her helplessness.

"Please- please get your mouth back down there!" she yelled. Tig let out a low chuckle, before his face went between her thighs again. Gwen took a hold onto his hair once again. Her breath was getting more and more shallow.

Her orgasm hit her hard, and unexpected. Tig used his free hand to keep her steady against the wall, when she was about to collapse. She let out a low moan, when he finally removed his fingers from her.

Tig slowly stood up, easily towering over Gwen. Gwen took his hand, whose fingers had just been buried inside of her. She could feel herself blush a little, when she licked them clean. Tig emitted a groan, when she kept her eyes locked with Tig's.

When she finally let his hand go, he just looked at her, with that kind of look, telling her that he was thinking a hundred things at the same time. "We aren't done yet," she told him, standing on the tip of her toes. "I thought you were gonna make me scream," she whispered in his ear.

She walked away from the wall, towards the desk, looking at Tig. She gave him a smile as she leaned back against the desk, hoping he would get the suggestion. Tig just stared at her for a moment, blinking a couple of times.

"What is it handsome?" Gwen asked him, looking at him defiantly when he walked closer to her. Suddenly he turned her around and pushed her down against the desk. Gwen gasped in surprise. She heard him fumbling with his belt, and soon she felt him press against her.

He slowly slid inside of her, kissing the back of her neck, before he started moving. Tig started slowly, but quickly picked-up a faster pace. Gwen tried to hold onto the desk as best as possible, when his moves became a lot rougher.

He pulled her hair, making Gwen arch her back. She let out a moan, encouraging him to keep going.

"You like that babe?" Tig growled in her ear.

"Yes," Gwen said breathlessly, before he released her again. One of his hand rested on her hips, the other soon traveled between her thighs in an awkward position, but somehow he managed to touch the sensitive nub.

Gwen soon felt herself clenching around him soon again. Tig drove into her harder and in a more relentless pace. "Oh fuck," she muttered. She could hear Tig's pants become louder, both their breaths were becoming more irregular.

She felt herself coming, and so did Tig who didn't slow down one bit. "Tig!" she cried out, harder than ever before. She felt herself shake, against him. She felt him grow still against her. Soon Gwen felt him coming inside of her.

They could hear the whistles through the walls, making Gwen let out a laugh. Tig chuckled. She turned her head, enabling her to capture his lips for a brief moment.

"That was amazing," she told him.

"Yeah it was," Tig muttered against her back, leaning over her. "You do need some more practice though," he joked.

Gwen let out a snort. "I need more practice? Maybe you should try harder," she joked. Tig, moved out of her, lifted her up and walked towards the bed, laying her down on her back.

"You're horrible," he told her.

"That makes two of us," she said rolling on top of him. She kissed him, letting her tongue slip into his mouth. He kissed her back, his hand immediately going into her hair, increasing the urgency of the kiss.

"Tig! Church!" Chibs called. Gwen grinned against Tig's mouth and rolled off him.

"Babe, we didn't use a condom," Gwen looked at him, giving him a reassuring smile. "And we didn't the last couple of times either.."

"I know, I'm on the pill. So don't worry. Plus you're the only one for me," she said, kissing him a gentle kiss. "Have fun," she told him, finally letting go of him.

Tig groaned and got out of bed, getting himself dressed, before he left the room he gave Gwen one last kiss. When he closed the door behind him, Gwen contently stretched herself. She thought it was a little horrible to admit, that she actually couldn't wait for the next time they would have sex.

When the men walked out of church, Gwen took a careful sip of her tea. Her brother was talking to Jax when Tig walked up to her. "What's going on?" he seemed a bit worried.

"Ask your brother," he told her. "I'm going with Ope, and Bobby. Love you babe."

"Love you too," she said with a smile, gently kissing his lips.

"You okay?" he asked. Gwen nodded with a grin.

"Never better," she told him. "Stay safe." Tig gave her one last kiss before following Bobby, and Ope outside.

Not that much later her brother came walking up towards her. He had a smug look on his face and Gwen had a pretty good idea why that was.

"Finally decided to get me back, huh?" he asked, referring to the loud sex she and Tig had.

"Yes," Gwen said simply. "Partly. I mean I kinda wanted to let the others know who my man belongs to."

Herman grinned. "They did look a little disappointed."

"Good," Gwen said smugly, taking another sip from her tea. "So what's gonna happen? Tig seemed a bit worried."

Herman took a deep breath and sighed. "Jax has a meet with Romeo. We're going to have some retaliation for Tara against Lobos. I'll be going with them."

Gwen nodded. "You gotta be careful okay? It's not some gang or something. It's a goddamn cartel. But I guess you are more aware of that fact than me…"

"Don't worry. I was a marine remember?" he reminded her.

"Yeah, I know. But still… I'm worried," she admitted. "Stay safe." She said giving him a tight hug. Herman returned the hug and kissed the top of her head. "Love you."

"Love you too," he told her before letting go. "I gotta go."

"I know. Stay safe." Herman walked out the clubhouse followed by Happy who gave Gwen a curd nod before he left.

Gwen drank another cup of tea before leaving the clubhouse on her bike, she went to her studio and started documenting the paintings she made lately. She would put them online, hopefully drawing the attention of potential buyers.

She would have to attend an art show soon, trying to network a little bit more. Gwen looked at a rough outline on a canvass she had made when she felt pissed off that Tig wasn't with her when he was still in prison.

Gwen still knew what she intended to do with that piece of canvass when she was in that angry mood. It was an outline of a woman, but Gwen knew she would want to make her heart bleed. She was still not feeling it, but maybe it was better that way.

Gwen flipped open her laptop and saw that she had a new email in her inbox. It was Jessica, the interior designer. She looked through the files the younger woman had send her. They contained sketches of her designs, including pictures of how the office currently looked like.

She smiled knowing that at least a couple of her own sketches would match Jessica's ideas, so hopefully Mr. Pope would feel the same way about it. Gwen closed her laptop, deciding she wouldn't get any further with her work.

Gwen closed up her studio and headed for the hospital. Wanting to check up on Tara.

"Hey Phil," Gwen said softly when she saw the big guy sitting next to Tara's door. "She awake?" she asked him. The prospect shrugged his shoulders.

"She's in and out. Not sure if she's awake now to be honest."

"No problem. By the way I got you something to eat, I know you've probably been standing here all the time," Gwen said. She opened her backpack and got out two sandwiches she had bought at a small deli near the hospital. It probably was a lot better than what they had in the food court.

"Thank you," Phil said. "Please be careful?" he said with an insecure voice. "Some chick came in. Wendy. Tara smashed her hand afterwards. She had another surgery three hours ago. She woke up already though."

"What?" Gwen couldn't believe what she was hearing, but she took a deep breath and calmed herself down.

"Yeah I know," he said.

Gwen walked in and she saw that Tara was indeed a sleep. She took a chair and sat beside her for a moment. Thinking. After another high there was another low. Suddenly Tara's eyes fluttered open. "Hey hun," Gwen said gently.

"Hey," Tara said, her voice hoarse.

"Want some water?" Tara nodded carefully. Gwen took a bottle of water from the nightstand. Tara took it with her good hand. "How are you feeling is probably a weird question, but you get what I mean."

"I-I don't know Gwen," Tara said. Her voice soft, but calm. Gwen had the feeling it was a way for her to deal with all the insecurity. "I had a job offer in Portland. I would get out, away from the club…" she rambled.

She knew that Tara had been looking at ways to make things work, but she had no idea that the brunette had been actually looking to get out of Charming ASAP. "I'm so sorry," Gwen muttered. "You're gonna make it though. You're a strong woman."

"Yeah? I don't feel like one right now…" Gwen gave Tara a look. "Look at us, the one of us finally got accepted by the club, the other trying to get out-.."

"Oh me accepted?" Gwen almost snorted. "Me and Clay… or Clay in general- I don't t know what to think of him. I love Tig. He's the one I care about."

"I know what you mean." Tara said, looking at the ceiling, looking very tired.

"Thank god I'm not the only one," Gwen said. She felt relieved that she wasn't the only one who thought that way. Sometimes she wondered if she was really imagining things, but apparently the ominous feelings were now somehow justified. "Look Tara, we haven't spoken that much to each other since we're both busy as hell. But I want to let you know if you need me, call me."

"Thank you," there was a long silence between them. "Where's Jax?" Tara asked. Gwen shrugged her shoulders. She wondered if she should tell Tara the truth, but wasn't so sure if that would help her with her recovery. "You can tell me," Tara said.

Gwen let out a sigh and looked at Tara. "If somebody asks, you don't got it from me," Gwen told her. "Jax is looking for retaliation. Herman went with him too," she said. "Not sure what it will bring, but for Jax… it probably gives him a peace of mind."

"It will only bring more bloodshed," Tara said numbly. Secretly Gwen agreed with her, but she didn't want to promote the negative thoughts inside of Tara's head. Gwen had truly no idea how it felt to lose your passion.

Tara was passionate about her work, now it was the question if she would even recover, especially since they had to reset her arm for a second time after the visit of a woman named Wendy this morning. Thank god Gwen had never met her.

"You're worried," Tara said. Gwen nodded.

"Yeah I am. I got a bad feeling.. not sure why," Gwen admitted. "Go catch some sleep darling," Gwen told her. "I'll visit you soon again, alright?" Tara nodded, before her eyes fell shut again.

Gwen walked out of the room and saw Phil still enjoying his sandwiches. "Thanks they taste really good," he said with his mouth full. Gwen shook her head. Phil swallowed and blushed a little. "Sorry," he apologized.

"It's okay. They shouldn't let you starve," she told him with a grin.

"I agree with that."

"See you later Phil. I gotta go."

"Where ya going?"

"Clubhouse. Wait for Tig and Kozik to get back," she said.

"Alright, take care," Phil said, before Gwen walked out of the hallway, making her way out of the hospital.

She felt relieved when she could smell the fresh air, instead of the specific hospital atmosphere. Hospitals always had that weird kind of vibe around them, it put her off. The walls made her feel locked in.

Then again hospitals weren't exactly there for fun, yes when babies were born it was, but otherwise it was just a place of death and decay in Gwen's opinion. She respected Tara for that. That woman knew how to save lives and knew to perform under pressure.

Gwen got on her bike, strapped on her helmet. She decided to make a small detour before going towards the clubhouse needing to get rid of the horrible scent of the hospital. Soon she didn't smell the antiseptic anymore, but the earth, the asphalt…

She had enjoyed this morning and the early afternoon with Tig, her brother, and Quinn. It was relaxing, they made jokes, it made her feel at home. Gwen liked the banter, the laughter. She just knew she really should keep the energy of that moment with her, because shit always happened to the club.

She had been riding around for more than an hour before she finally got back to the clubhouse. The bikes were still gone. She had the feeling they had to get back soon, yet she still felt nervous. A little anxious even. The entire day she had felt that weird knot in her stomach. Lobos was something that worried her.

She sat outside on the picnic table. One of the hang arounds handed her a smoke. Gwen was extremely grateful for that gesture. She knew that smoking wouldn't help her out with her nerves, but it gave her something to do with her hands.

Normally she would be drawing to get rid of the tension and to create some order in her thoughts, but her thoughts were going too fast to keep focused on a blank piece of paper. She had tried, but it didn't work out. However, the sketch she did for Tig's pin-up was decent.

She felt one corner of her mouth turn upwards. She had never thought that she would be sitting here. Drawing a pin-up for her old man. Gwen had never thought to be back to this kind of familiarity with her brother again. Or with her family in general.

She knew had her back and would do anything for her. Gwen was worried about Anton, what if he didn't buy what Gwen had told him? She wouldn't be surprised if Sanwa would drop the whole investigation, unless they could get to a bigger player.

She had a new sort of family. Still a weird one, something that didn't really conform to society's standards, but maybe that was just the way it was supposed to be.

Gwen looked up when she swore she could hear the faint sound of bikes in the distance. She stood up from her seat and soon the bikes indeed pulled into Teller-Morrow. Clay, Jax, Chibs, Happy, Juice and… there was no and.

Gwen felt her insides churn. Her heartbeat picked up. She grabbed her backpack that laid beside her and slung it over her shoulders. She looked at the group of men, who suddenly all turned to face her. Jax was about to walk up to her. He looked at his feet for a moment.

Gwen felt like that every breath she took wasn't enough. She felt herself breaking, her tears were about to come through. She didn't believe this. She didn't want to believe it.

She quickly turned around, almost sprinting towards her bike.

"Gwen!" Jax called, but she ignored his calls afraid to hear the truth. She quickly strapped on her helmet and took off. She tried to push back the tears that were forming in her eyes. She tried to tell herself it was only because of the wind, but she knew better.

Gwen was sure she was speeding, but she wasn't going to slowdown anytime soon, she needed to get away. To get out.

Tig parked his bike and immediately saw that Kozik's bike wasn't there yet. He walked into the clubhouse, the atmosphere was grim. Bobby shrugged his shoulders and walked over to the bar. Opie was silent too.

"What's goin' on?" Tig asked, when he saw Jax sitting down at the bar, looking at the polished wood.

"Kozik's gone," Jax said.

"What happened?" Tig asked, Bobby and Opie set down at the bar, but Tig kept standing.

"He stepped on a mine," Jax told him. Happy poured down some shots.

"I'm sorry brother," Clay said, clasping his shoulder for a moment, before moving behind the bar.

He couldn't believe it. Kozik stepped on a mine here in the states, when he survived shit that was far worse when he was part of the marines.

"Does Gwen know?" suddenly it turned eerie quiet, nobody dared to look at him. "Where is she? Does she know?!" he almost yelled.

"She left when she didn't see her brother's bike," Chibs told Tig, who came walking from the back. "Jax called after her, but she took off."

"Shit!" Tig yelled. He picked up his phone and called.

"This is the voicemail of…."

Tig hung up the phone. "She turned it off," he said. "Fuck. Guys I gotta go. Got to find her." Tig looked at Chibs. "Ask Juice to keep track of her," he told him, before walking outside. He got onto his bike and rode towards her house.

"Gwen? Gwen!" he called, he looked around, but she wasn't there. And nothing indicated she had been there recently. He locked the door behind him and got back onto his bike, riding towards his house.

He felt anxious. He needed to know where she was. He was afraid she had done something stupid. Tig blamed himself. He should've been there for her. Maybe if he went with Jax, Kozik would've been safe. Maybe.

When he went towards his house, he didn't see her bike, yet he got in, looking for her. She wasn't there. There was maybe one place else near Charming she could possibly be. He rode towards her studio, entered, but it was empty also.

He took out his phone and called her again. It went to voicemail once again. He cursed again, got back onto his bike. The shooting range was his last hope and otherwise he would've to call Julia and talk to her about what happened. Tig was hoping she was heading towards her best friend, then at least he knew where she was at.

He went towards the shooting range, the sign was already turned to closed, but he didn't care. He needed to know. "We're closed!" a gruff voice called. It was Bruce who had his gun aimed at him. Tig immediately put his hands up.

"Oh it's you," he said lowering his gun. "Looking for her?" he asked. Tig nodded.

"Yeah," he said. "Where's she?"

"Not here," he replied. "Look last time I've seen her here was with her brother. She missing again?" Tig didn't know how to answer that question.

"Her brother died today. I don't know where she went. I gotta find her, man," Bruce looked straight at him. "Please call teller-morrow if you see her. I-…" he didn't know what else to say.

"Sit down," Bruce ordered, grabbing a chair for him. "You need to calm down. Your hands are shaking," he observed. Tig didn't want to at first, but he took the offer from Bruce when he offered him a shot of whiskey.

"You're saying her brother died?" Tig nodded. "They were close weren't they?"

"Yeah," Tig didn't want to talk about it. He just needed to find her.

"You were close to him also," Bruce observed.

"Are you a goddamn shrink or somethin'?" Tig almost yelled. "I ain't got time for this. I gotta find Gwen, I can't lose her!"

"I ain't a shrink young man. I'm a veteran. Just like you." Tig looked surprised. "Yeah, she talked to me about you a bit. Now you need to listen. I've seen so many buddies of mine getting hurt, because one of their friends were gone. They either went in shock, or they ran around like a headless chicken. It's gonna get you killed. Calm down. Take a deep breath. Set up a plan."

"I don't know if the situation is the same as in war, but there's one thing I know about MCs and that's there is more to it than it seems."

"You don't know shit man," Tig bit back.

"Maybe I don't. But I know how it's like to be a headless chicken. Got two of my other buddies killed. Now get yourself together. Call her again. Make a plan. Get some sleep. Think. Get her back." Bruce said. "Now get out. The plan was that I would be drunk by now."

Tig stood up from his chair, taking another shot, before walking out of the shooting range. He sat down on his bike and looked at the sky that was already dark. He strapped on his helmet and rode back to the clubhouse.

He walked into the clubhouse and looked at Chibs who shook his head. No news on Gwen yet. "Clay wants ta give the cut to Lee, since Gwen ain't here," Chibs said when Tig sat down beside him.

"She's coming back," Tig mumbled. "She got to."

"Aye, she just needs time I think. Juicy is on it though. He found her credit card number and everything. He will get something on her soon."

Tig nodded. He looked at the chapel when the doors suddenly flung open. Tig stood up, when Clay walked towards him. "You found her yet?" Clay asked.

"Nah, not yet. We will," Tig said, faking his confidence. "She'll come back."

"You sure about that?" Tig looked at his friend with a stony face. He needed to remain calm.

"I'm worried. I need you to keep your head clear of this. I know that you and Kozik had history… and now this chick.. She's always questioned the club. This could be the final straw for her," Clay said. "What if she rats?"

"She won't Clay," Tig told him. "She will come back. Just give her time."

Tig didn't like the direction this conversation was going. He didn't think that Clay would make such a move in order to bring Gwen down. Maybe he didn't want to bring Gwen down and wanted the best for the club, but that was the first thought that crossed through his mind.

"I need her back. She knows too much. She knows about the cartel, her father… You know what I'm asking of you right?"

"I get it Clay, I do, but she just lost her brother. What the hell do you think that does to her?" Clay gave him a hard look. "I'm getting this shit fixed. And she ain't just some chick, she's my old lady." Clay gave him one last look, before walking towards the back.

Tig rubbed his face. When Tig looked around he saw everybody looking at him. "What the hell are y'all lookin' at?!" he snapped. He walked outside, grabbing his cellphone. He found Julia's number and called.

"Hello?" she asked.

"It's me, Tig."

"Oh hey, what's going on?" Julia asked, sounding cheerful.

"Gwen's brother is dead. I can't find Gwen, did she call you?"

"No she didn't," Julia answered. "I'll try to call her for you. I keep in touch with you," she replied. "Holy shit. What the hell happened?" It was almost like she just registered that Kozik was dead.

"Can't tell you over the phone Jules. Please let me know if you hear something from her. I need her back here."

"I will Tig, take care."

Tig looked over the parking lot. He rubbed his face. Kozik was gone, Gwen disappeared. Clay had warned him. He knew that Clay didn't believe his promise. He had to convince him, but he already knew that Clay would never believe him, no matter what.

He guessed that Gwen was heading towards Oregon, the place he couldn't go. He dialed another number. "Quinn?" he asked.

"Yeah? What's up Tig?" Quinn asked. He heard soft moaning in the background. Hopefully for him it was the hot redhead who gave him her number.

"Kozik is gone. Got blown up by a mine."

"Holy shit," Quinn muttered.

"I need to ask a favor," Tig said. "Gwen took off. I-I don't know where she is. I think she's headed somewhere in Oregon. Probably Portland. You know I can't go there. I ain't asking you to go look for her now. Juice is on it, but I really would appreciate it if you can keep your eyes open on your way back."

"Sure bro, lemme know when Juice got something. I'll go look for her tomorrow. Maybe she will be back. Girl was close to him. I guess she just wanted to be alone for a moment."

"Yeah might be it," he muttered. "Thanks bro."

Tig hung up the phone. Opie took off with the tow truck and Unser left soon after him. Jax got onto his bike as well, probably headed to Tara. He didn't know what to do. He really didn't know. He felt lost. He felt scared. He wasn't supposed to be scared. He had experienced shit that was far worse than this.

He stood up, when he saw Gemma standing outside for a moment. She wore a baseball cap, something she didn't do very often. When he walked up to her he didn't believe what he saw. Her beautiful face was bruised, scratches in her face. "Oh Gemma," he muttered, "Gem…" he pushed some hair out of her face.

Her hair in her face hadn't a lot of effect on covering her wounds. It looked horrible. "Clay did this." It wasn't a question, he knew. That's why Clay had some scratches of his own on his face. How could he do this?

"Not now Tiggy," Gemma said, before walking back into the office. Tig stood there for a moment. He sat down at a picnic bench, took of his cut and placed it on the table. He felt useless. He couldn't keep Gwen safe. He couldn't keep Gemma safe and then there was Clay who wasn't himself ever since he got out of prison.

He took out his knife and ripped off his Sgt. At Arms patch. He looked at his cut. It seemed a little empty without it, but he guessed it was already empty with it.

He stood up, pulled on his cut, walking back inside with his patch in his hand. He could see Chibs looking at him, even though there was a croweater desperately trying to distract him. Tig took a deep breath before he walked into Clay's room.

"Here," Tig said softly, handing the patch over to Clay. Clay seemed to be taken aback and slowly took the patch into his hand. "You're right. This ain't the way it works." Tig turned around and got back outside, hopped on his bike, hoping he would find Gwen somewhere.

Okay I'm probably going to get a lot of shit for this, but this had to happen. I'm really sad about it also. I was pretty nervous to upload it. Lemme know your thoughts are. Man this sucks... I hate saying goodbye to Kozik.