Aimee sobbed until her body finally gave in and she slept. She woke to a rough hand shaking her shoulder. When she came to her senses, she rolled over quickly, looking up into the face of the scary Mayan, who smiled back at her.

"Rise and shine, chica" he said. He began to pull on her arm. Aimee winced from the pain, but sat up as he was making her do. To her surprise, he undid the rope around her hands, but quickly held her wrist. "You gotta go?" he asked, nodding his head towards the bathroom.

Aimee looked, then looked back at him. She did have to go. She nodded, yes. Once more, he pulled her up and pushed her towards the room. "You try anything, you die" he said giving an extra painful squeeze to her arm.

Aimee went inside and looked around. There was no window, and nothing she could see that could help her. She resigned herself to not getting away, did her business, then opened the door.

"Good girl" the man said. "Turn around". Aimee did as she was told, and once more he tied her hands. He pulled her by the arm to the door. "We're going for a little ride".

Aimee looked at him, wondering where they were going. She got a horrible feeling in her stomach. She saw this kind of thing in scary movies and shows all the time - a girl gets kidnapped, then driven out the woods somewhere and killed. Her fear got the better of her and she began to fight.

"Please...don't...I don't want to die... please..." she cried, begging.

The Mayan grabbed her with both hands and pushed her hard into the wall. "Shut up!" he yelled. "If you don't be a good girl, you WILL die!"

"Hey!" called Alvarez from the main room. "What's goin' on?"

The first guy pulled her out to meet him. "Bitch is trying to get away" he said.

Alvarez smiled, then laughed. "Let her try" he said calmly. In a blink, his hand came up and slapped her hard across the face, spilling blood from her lip. "She won't when she knows what will happen to her".

He grabbed Aimee's hair and pulled her head up so that she was face to face with him. "Only a little while longer, chica" he said. "Then you'll know if you'll live or not". He laughed at her again, letting her hair go and her head drop. "Get her outta here" he commanded, and the Mayan pulled her outside and into a van. Aimee stayed quiet. She knew that if she made another sound, they WOULD kill her. Instead, she prayed.

Tig had been ready to go as soon as church was over, but instead he spent the entire night alone, at home, staring at his ceiling. After they'd made the preparations for the ride, the rest of the guys stayed at the clubhouse drinking and talking, but Tig had left. No one asked him why - they knew better than to question him - and Tig was glad. He wasn't in the mood to explain his feelings. Of course, Tig never talked about his feelings anyways...

Where the hell was she? Did something happen to her family back in Canada? She wouldn't have gone without calling him. Did her bike break down again? Was she stuck on some back road somewhere? Tig didn't want to think about that. It was one thing for him to come upon her that night outside Charming, but what if someone else did?

Part of him wanted to call Clay and count himself out of the ride, opting instead to go to Riverside and find Aimee. But he knew damn well that he couldn't. Not if he wanted to continue his life as it was. He was the Sgt at Arms. That was a pretty big deal. He'd been burned once because of a girl, and he wasn't about to have it happen again. The thing is, this was different. Aimee was a girl that he actually loved...