Roxy didn't say much to EZ as she waited for word from Coco. She chain-smoked and fidgeted, turning to alcohol only after six hours of silence.

"Where is she?"

EZ's head shot up from the book he was reading. "What?"

"The nurse," Roxy explained. "Where is she? Is she a mom? Married?"

"I don't know," EZ lied.

"Bullshit," she hissed.

"Married, uh, four kids," EZ admitted shamefully.

"Jesus," she inhaled sharply. "Ezekiel, I can't do this. I can't let this happen. Honestly, Coco doing this makes me sick. I won't be able to look at him if he does this."

EZ shook his head. "He's gotta do it for you. Trust me, Rox, he doesn't want to. He hates it more than you, I think."

"I doubt that," she said sadly.

"Coco's not a monster," EZ said defensively

"He's my husband, I know who and what he is," Roxy snapped back, "But when it comes to me he's blinded. He doesn't care who he has to hurt to protect me or our kids."

"Think that makes him more human than any of us," EZ said sagely. "He doesn't want to kill her, he doesn't want to hurt, her husband or kids, and he doesn't want to live with the guilt or the pain but he's going to."

"Yeah," she clicked her tongue, "For me. I hate it EZ. There has to be another way."

"I think it's too late to call this off," he told her.

"Even if it wasn't you wouldn't reach out," she said knowingly.

EZ shook his head. "Sorry."

"I need a cigarette," she groaned.

On her way out the door for a smoke and fresh air, Roxy heard EZ's phone go off. She froze, assuming it had something to do with the job, but it was much worse.

"Fuck," EZ hissed. "Yeah, she's with me. Okay... I got it."

"Is Coco okay?" She asked eagerly before EZ had even put the phone down. "What happened?"

"Coco is fine, he's on his way back," EZ said darkly. "It's Valentina, SAMCRO took her. They're not interested in our deal, they wanna trade her for you."

"My Teeny?" Roxy whimpered.

"We're gonna get her back," EZ said urgently.

"No, we tried this shit your way, the club way," Roxy hollered. "I'm going to get my daughter."

Roxy stormed out, knowing it was a suicide mission but not once thinking twice or hesitating.

"Hey! Rox!" EZ shouted. "Guys, she's running!"

Swiping the van keys from the mess of keychains and lighters on the table, Roxy sprinted out and burned rubber out of the parking lot.

It was hours before Coco even found out that Roxy had run off but when he did, he lost a bit more of his sanity. Now, they had to deal with finding Teeny and Roxy and Coco was furious. He was no good to anyone, even a detriment in some ways, as the Mayans tried to formulate a plan.

"Anything from Packer?" Hank asked angrily as the members help a faux Templo sit down.

Angel shook his head. "Nothing. Fell off the map."

"Alvarez doesn't know shit," Bishop told them, "He's tearing Northern Cali apart with the Oakland boys."

"Fuck this," Coco snapped. "I'm going to Charming."

"Coco you need to wait," Bishop bellowed.

"I need to get my wife and kid back cause if I don't, I'm gonna burn the whole fucking state to ash."

Bishop watched as Coco stormed out and never once thought to stop him. If Coco took the rage path and the rest of them went logical, Bishop was sure somehow they'd get Roxy and Teeny home safe.

"Creep, Hank, have his back," Bishop ordered. Seeing Hank about to object, Bishop shook his head. "He's gonna need you more than me, keep him safe and keep him in line."

"What if we can't get both of them?" EZ asked from the far end of the table. "It is...it's a possibility."

"It's not," Bishop snapped. "We get em' both, there is no other way this ends."

Angel and EZ looked at each other knowing that even the darkest outcomes were still possible. They weren't sure if Bishop was trying to be hopeful for Coco or himself. He loved Roxy and Valentina as if they were his own and the ordeal was clouding his mind and his heart.

"Alright, so what do we do, Jefe?"

Bishop looked at the members left at the table and shook his head. "I don't know. First, we have to find them, then, take out whoever we have to. For now, we just gotta fucking wait."

Miles north of the Mayans, SAMCRO was gathered in an almost reverent manner. They were finally going to have their revenge, they were going to avenge their brother, but it didn't feel exactly the way they imagined. They were sad, rather than solely rapturous and it was messing with their heads.

"Packer is gonna reach out," Tig announced from the far end of the room. "He'll set the meet and by then we'll be back home."

"And you'll be dead," Chibs said to Roxy.

"Fuck you," Roxy spat back at him.

Tig had her hanging from a joist by chains in what used to be the Bluebird warehouse. "I'm gonna puke on you," she grumbled as he spun her around and around.

"How'd you do it?" Chibs asked, grabbing her foot to stop from continuing around again.

"Where is Valentina?"

"How did you kill him?" Tig asked, punctuating his question with a blow to her stomach.

"I went to know my daughter is safe," she said between gasps for air and violent coughs, "Then I'll tell you everything."

Chibs and Tig shared a look and both nodded.

"You know he wouldn't want this," Roxy told them as Tig whispered directions to Quinn. "Happy wouldn't want you to do this to me."

"Guess he doesn't get a say since you fucking killed him," Chibs growled, his accent thicker than usual due to the emotion of the moment.

"I want to see her," Roxy screamed. "If you hurt me or her, Coco is gonna go to Ireland and burn Fiona and Kerriann alive and he's gonna fucking love it."

Quinn returned, distracting Chibs and saving Roxy from his wrath, and held a cell phone out to her. On the screen she could see Valentina, a bandana over her eyes and large headphones over her ears, sitting with Abel. She was crying and alive but Roxy wasn't going to lose a chance to lay on the guilt.

"Please, please Abel, don't hurt her. She's your blood, she's a Teller! Don't do this!"

Abel hung his head but Quinn quickly ended the video call before he could reply.

"See? She's alive. Now tell us," Tig growled.

Roxy looked at Tig and Chibs, men she once loved dearly and trusted with her life, and spit blood-stained saliva at them.

"I drugged him. Pumped him full of shit to make sure once the doctors had what they needed for my son that Happy would already be on his way to hemorrhaging. There was so much blood," she added for dramatic effect. "You really gotta be careful with those supplements and herbs," Roxy said mockingly.

The disgust on their faces was clear. It was the trust she'd betrayed that shook them so deeply. Happy ate and drank whatever Roxy gave him and trusted she'd care for him before and after such an ordeal and she used that to murder him.

"Cut her," Chibs snapped. "Let her bleed out like Hap did."

"What about Valentina?" She stammered.

"She'll be fine," Chibs glared at her. "Unlike your filthy Mexican husband we don't hurt children."

Roxy panicked and began to plead as Tig moved closer. "Tig. Tiggy. Please." She was nowhere near as brave as she expected and hoped she'd be but she didn't regret her choice to beg.

"Fuck you," he hissed as he sliced deeply into her arm from elbow to wrist.

"Please," she sobbed. "Happy wouldn't want this. He wouldn't want Mateo to lose both of us."

"You made this happen," he growled as he cut into her other arm before moving to her legs. Finally, he stabbed her in the stomach and shook his head. "He deserved more and you don't even deserve this."