Jax was being escorted to a table in the visiting room of Stockton State Prison when two guys sporting Aryan ink were beating on each other and being violently pushed out of the room by several guards. Jax saw Otto sitting at the table wearing his glasses and reading a book by himself.

"Arranged a little entertainment." Otto said, causing Jax to smile.

"Appreciate that." Jax looked back to the door. "White on white? What's that about?"

"Our Aryan friends are getting a little choosy about who they burn crosses with. Something's trickling down from the top of Mount Whitey. Not sure what. Not why I asked to see you."

"I know. I heard about Luann. How can we help?"

"This punk producer's making a play for her talent. Feds shutting her down… this asshole will hijack all of 'em."

"We'll talk to him." Jax told him, nodding his head causing Otto to sigh.

"She needs time and money to get up and running in a new space."

"We can get her the time." Jax tried to compromise.

"And the money?" Otto reiterated.

"We're only half healed, Otto. We don't have it."

"This seizure by the feds… it's Stahl pissing in my mouth for what I did to her. And I did that for Sam Crow."

"I know that."

"I don't want her back in front of the camera, Jax. I told her she'd never have to do that again."

"I won't let that happen. That's a promise."

"Yeah, okay." Otto nodded. "Thanks."


"Marvelous." Chibs smirked, as all of the guys walked into Cara Cara and watched the two porn stars hugging Luann.

"Oh my God. They did clean you out, Luann." Bobby said stating the obvious regarding the ATF agents surrounding them and taking all of the equipment out of the studio.

"Otto wasn't kidding." Jax looked around too, shock in his eyes as he noticed that the Feds were taking nearly all of the equipment out of the studio.

"That's some lovely merchandise walking out that door." Chibs pointed to Lyla and Ima who were now walking out of the studio. Jax noticed the flirty yet innocent look that Ima gave him, it was one that he was very used to when she was near, but he ignored it as he continued to look around the entire studio.

"And they'll keep walking if I don't come up with the rest of their money."

"Otto said some guy's giving you trouble?"

"Georgie Caruso." Luann said with disdain. "Shitbag's threatening my girls, they don't join his company."

"His name is Georgie?" Juice giggled.

"Can't you just talk to him, make some kind of temporary arrangement?" Jax offered.

"Isn't how it works with this. Georgie's game is fear. Goddamn 'roid crew runs his girls like pimps running pussy." She continued; the disgust still evident in her voice. "If I could just get the money I loaned Sam Crow…"

"That's not gonna happen today." Jax's voice was stern. "Look, I said to Otto that I'd back this guy off of you, and that's what I'm gonna do. Where's this guy's office?"


Vanessa watched as Clay left Gemma's exam room by himself. She couldn't help but notice the look of distaste on his face as he saw her, scrutinizing her before leaving without a word. She remembered that he never necessarily liked her, not when they were teenagers and definitely not now. The fact that she was a Hale and dating Jackson Teller seemed to bring even more unreasonable tension between the two families.

Even though the hostility between Vanessa and Gemma has always been fervent, Vanessa had some semblance of what Gemma was going through right now. Regardless of how Gemma has treated her in the past, Vanessa knows that she needs to be there for the woman. Somebody does. So, Vanessa knocked on the door and let herself into Gemma's room and saw Gemma wiping the tears away from her eyes.

"Hey, how are you feeling?"

"How do you think I'm feeling?" Gemma spat back but soon realized that she was speaking to the woman who was putting her job and her relationship on the line. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine, Gem. It was a stupid question on my part." Vanessa placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "All the guys are gone. I can take you home in a little while, I just have to finish up some paperwork."

"Take your time, sweetheart." Vanessa was about to leave the room when she heard Gemma clear her throat. She saw Gemma wiping her eyes one more time. "Thank you, Vanessa."

Vanessa could see the broken look in Gemma's eyes, but she saw some of Gemma's almighty strength and fierceness too. Vanessa nodded to her and opened the door. If anyone could get through this, it's Gemma.


Vanessa was just about to walk to Gemma's room after finishing up the paperwork when she heard Jax and some of the other guys laughing. They were walking through the hallway, all with big smiles on their faces.

"Hey, babe." Jax kissed her on the lips. "How's my mom?"

"She's alright, I was just gonna go get her so we can get out of here. I'm sure she's tired, she's been here so long." Jax nodded and walked with Vanessa and the rest of the guys to Gemma's designated room. As they passed through the waiting room Vanessa heard Luann's very distinctive voice.

"It's gonna be okay. Just tip your head back a little bit." She spoke to the young, pretty girl who had a towel and ice on her nose. "I don't think it's broken, so… Wait a minute, hang onto that. Hang onto that." She handed over the ice to the girl.

"What happened?" Vanessa asked, moving straight to the girl who was bleeding. She gripped her chin lightly, turning her head in different directions and observed her nose.

"I told you not to stir things up." Luann spoke in an angry whisper, pointing her finger in Jax's face. "Look what that asshole did to her."

"This was Caruso?" Jax questioned, looking at her nose too.

"Who do you think?" Luann started to get louder, causing Vanessa to look around and make sure that none of the administrators were around because she knew she would never hear the end of it if they were.

"Guys…" She tried to get their attention to quiet them down, but it didn't work.

"Little prick." Chibs snarled.

"You guys must have really put the fear of God into him." Luann spoke, her voice drenched with sarcasm. "Tell 'em what Georgie said." Everyone looked over to the girl whose nose was still bleeding.

"He told me to tell Luann that if the little biker boys show up again, he's going to roll the cameras while he jams his dick up all of your asses."

"We'll see Gemma later." Jax's jaw clenched and his nostrils flared, walking out of the room when Luann yelled even louder.

"Jax, don't you do anything!" She screamed, pointing her finger in their direction again.

"Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" Jax bellowed, causing all three women to jump back a little bit. "Get her patched up! Call the rest of your talent! Tell them to lock their goddamn doors!" Vanessa could hear the anger and the intensity in his voice and his eyes flickered over to her and he shook his head before walking over to her and kissing her, his hands running through her hair. "Help her get patched up, okay?"

"Yeah." Vanessa whispered before he kissed her one more time and walked away from them.

"Sorry, sorry." Luann tried to calm him down. "Jax, I'm sorry."

"Just leave it, Luann." Vanessa cautioned, knowing Jax was on the verge of really freaking out. She looked around and saw Margaret Murphy giving her a dirty look, but she just rolled her eyes and continued to look over the girl's nose. "It's not broken, just a little swollen but the bleeding stopped, so that's good. If you put ice on it a few times for the next two or three days the swelling and the bruising should be minimal."

"Thanks, sweetheart." Luann hugged her. "Tell Jax that I'm sorry, things are just crazy right now."

"Is there a problem here?" Margaret walked over, her eyes burning holes into Vanessa's.

"No, Margaret. Sorry about that."

"Can we speak for a moment, Vanessa?" Vanessa nodded, walking off with Margaret. "I don't appreciate when your visitors cause a scene in the hospital. It's distracting, unfair to the other patients who are trying to receive quality care, and frankly, it's unprofessional."

"I'm sorry. I'll make sure it doesn't happen again."

"That would be ideal." Margaret nodded. "I didn't realize you would be working today. I thought that you had the day off."

"Oh, I uh… I originally did." Margaret gave her a look as if she was expecting an explanation. "Gemma Teller-Morrow asked me to assist her after her car accident. I figured that it would be fine."

"Well next time, that goes through me as I am your superior. You cannot just work on whatever case you want, especially if you aren't even on the schedule for the day."

"Right. Sorry." Margaret was about to walk off when she turned back around and faced Vanessa.

"Have you been involved in doing any of the inventory lately? There seems to be quite a few things missing."

"No. Just my designated job in the Emergency Room, or wherever I'm assigned for the day."

"Okay. Just thought I would let you know that stealing from the hospital is a fireable and potentially criminal offense."

"I know that already." Vanessa spoke, seeing Margaret nod her head. "Wait, is that supposed to be an accusation?"

"No. Why would it be?"

"Well, am I the only person you've questioned about it?" She replied quickly. "I haven't heard from any of the other nurses that they were being questioned."

"I haven't spoken with any of the other nurses."

"So, just me." Vanessa scoffed, a noticeable frown on her face. "And you assume that it must be me because of who I spend my time with, right?"

"I have to say that who you spend your time with and who visits you while at work does seem to concern me. But no, I just thought it was wise to let you know that." Margaret cleared her voice. "You're a great nurse, Vanessa. I can tell that you have a passion for the field and truly care about your patients. I just really hope you don't let that biker gang influence you or your very young career."

Vanessa didn't get a chance to reply when Margaret walked away, turning the corner hurriedly. Vanessa clenched her jaw, furious at the condescending tone that the woman held and at the implication that Jax had any influence on her job. She could have sworn she heard a veiled threat as Margaret spoke to her. Vanessa balled her hands into fists before whispering to herself. "Fucking bitch."


"There's a ton of guys like Georgie out there." After they went to Caruso's studio and made their warning perfectly clear again, Jax called for church. An idea popped into his head on how to get extra cash. It was an idea that he was fairly certain that none of the guys would want to vote down. It was also an idea that would jumpstart the club into more legitimate business, just like he envisioned. "Luann can't pay her talent, they'll keep coming… so to speak." He smirked and heard a few muffled laughs around the table.

"That's why she wants the 50k." Bobby chimed in.

"Well, that's not gonna happen." Tig admitted.

"Obviously, but we can offer her something else: a partner."

"What are you talking about?" Clay urged.

"The empty gun warehouse we just built. Same size as Caruso Films."

"All of a sudden you're Larry Flint?" Clay looked over to Jax, not thrilled about the idea. In fact, Jax could see the look of pure disgust on his step father's face. It was a look that he was accustomed to as of lately.

"Georgie's just a scumbag with muscle and a lease, right? His staff and talent do all the work. We already have staff and talent: Luann."

"So, we're the scumbags with the lease and the muscle?" Bobby pointed out.

"Why not? We offer her protection, a space, front her a little cash for the shit the Feds took, split the profits."

"Yeah, and I can upgrade her internet shit." Juice said excitedly. "There's plenty of room for servers in that space. And that's where the real cash is."

"And I was blessed with an excellent eye for casting." Chibs joked.

"Clubs get into trouble when they take on too much." Clay tried to argue against it.

"Guns have been downsized. We could use the extra income." Clay sighed at Jax's points. "It's a legitimate business, Clay. We run it clean, Feds think we turned over a new leaf, they go away."

"And the very least, we get Bobby laid." Chibs joked again.

"Hell yeah." Bobby raised his cup as if he was toasting to that, causing the rest of the guys to laugh.

"Thoughts?" Clay looked around the table.

"Everybody loves pussy." Chibs insisted.

"I second that." Opie raised his hand.

"Third it." Juice raised his hand too.

"I'm a very big fan of pussy." Tig pointed out.

"All in favor?" Clay started. "Like I gotta ask." All the guys raised their hands and chanted 'pussy!' "Alright, looks like we're making movies. We got a delivery to make."

"I'll tell Luann she's got a new partner."


Jax opened the door of the dark warehouse, seeing Luann who looked absolutely terrified. Her lip trembling and a fearful look on her face.

"You okay?" Jax asked, concerned.

"Oh, God. I'm sorry." She started backing away from him, her arms out defensively.

"It's okay."

"I didn't- I didn't mean to be such a pain in the ass, Jax." She continued to back away from him.

"Wait a minute."

"Oh, don't." She cried out.

"Luann, relax. You think I brought you here to Adriana you? I'm not gonna hurt you. I'm gonna help you." Jax walked over to the light switch and turned it on so she could see the warehouse. "Your new studio."

"New studio? What do you mean?"

"You're not gonna be able to compete without protection and investors. We're gonna help you get back on your feet."

"Sam Crow as a partner?" Jax nodded at her question. "What's the split?"

"50-50, and our debt goes away."

"And if I say no?"

"It's your only play, darlin'. We both know that." Luann thought about it for a moment before exhaling.

"Life was so much easier when I was just sucking dick." Luann sighed, causing Jax to chuckle. Jax pulled her into a one-armed hug as they looked around the entire warehouse. "How's Vanessa feel about this?"

"This shit is club business; she doesn't get a say in it."

"Well, I don't think our girl's gonna like it very much."

"No, she probably won't."


"Porn?" Vanessa questioned, her mouth slightly agape as she looked over at Jax who was sitting next to her on the couch and just nodding his head. She sat cross-legged as she faced him, trying to be supportive, but not knowing if she truly could be. "Yay."

"You sound thrilled." Jax chuckled.

"Porn… it's just… porn? Really?"

"It's a legitimate business, darlin'." He put his arm around her shoulder, pulling her into him so she could put her head on his chest and sink further into his touch. "I told you I would get the club out of guns and I'm gonna do it. Porn is just the first step on a very long road, babe."

"Yeah, after porn comes the whorehouse." Her voice was tense. When she heard him sigh, the guilt started to flow through her. She maneuvered herself so she was straddling his lap, her fingers running through his hair. "I'm sorry. I know you're just trying to fix all of this shit with the club. This is a good first step to getting out of guns and I want to be supportive. It's just… it scares me."

"What scares you, Nessa?"

"The guns, the Feds, the girls. All of it."

"You trust me?" His hands went to settle on to her hips.

"Of course." She trailed her fingers through his hair again. "I just don't want to lose you or Abel."

"You ain't gonna lose us, darlin'." He pushed her against him, assisting her in slowly grinding herself on him, and already feeling himself getting hard.

"Looks like I'm just gonna have to show you that what you got right here at home is better than what you can get at the porn palace." Vanessa was in the process of unbuckling his belt when his phone started ringing. "Or not." She muttered to herself getting off of his lap and walking into the kitchen. She was just searching the refrigerator for a bottle of water when she heard Jax curse.

"Shit. Gemma's on her way to watch the kid." Jax called out to her. "We gotta get over to the clubhouse. Medical emergency."


Vanessa was on the back of Jax's bike, her medical bag hanging off of her back, as they were speeding to get to the clubhouse. She couldn't help but reminisce on how similar it felt to the night in Reno when she had to help out with a medical emergency. The first night that Jax came back into her life. It had only been a couple of months, but truthfully, it seemed like a whole other lifetime ago.

Jax quickly helped her off the bike as they walked into the clubhouse, she saw that Bobby's shoulder was bleeding from what she expected was a bullet wound. She instantly got to work, trying to stop the bleeding by going in to get the bullet out.

"Is it alright?" Bobby asked her, as he took another hit of the joint.

"You're lucky it went straight through." She said as Bobby groaned.

"The Mayans, they crashed our little Niner delivery, man." Tig announced to Jax.

"You okay, bro?" Jax asked Bobby, seeing Vanessa putting on gloves.

"I'm in good hands." Bobby smiled at her, blowing the smoke from his joint away from her face.

"They got away with two cases of the AKs." Half Sack told Jax as he helped Vanessa get everything she needed. Vanessa was starting to stitch Bobby up when Clay called out to Jax, an angry look on his face.

"Here." She handed the bottle of tequila over to Bobby.

"It's like you can read my mind, sweetheart."


Vanessa was sitting on the roof of the clubhouse, smoking a cigarette for the first time in weeks, and thinking about everything that happened in the last 24 hours alone. The guys who came and tried to intimidate the Sons on their own turf, Gemma's attack, the lies to cover up the attack, the porn business, and now Bobby getting shot. Everything was weighing on her.

She saw Jax climbing up the ladder and he sat next to her, taking the cigarette from in between her fingers and placing it in his mouth. He put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her to him tightly, and she placed her head on his chest.

"This is what scares me." She sighed. "I mean, that could have easily been you tonight. You could have been the one that I had to be patching up, and that scares the shit out of me. What do I do if something happens to you? What happens to Abel?"

"Nothing is gonna happen to me."

"You can't promise me that, Jax. These past few months, have been a mess with all the shit we've been through. I have patched up bullet hole after bullet hole and it fucking terrifies me."

"I'm sorry, babe. I wish this shit was different. But I'm gonna get us out of guns. I'm gonna make shit right." He kissed the top of her head as they both just sat in silence, looking out over the lot, hoping that he was telling the truth.