When Abel arrived at Bluebird with Valentina he was horrified by the scene he walked into. Chibs and the others were already gone and he was supposed to leave the girl there and secretly watch to be sure the Mayans got her. He wasn't expecting to see Roxy, drenched in blood, dangling from the ceiling.

"Fuck," Abel gasped, instantly covering Teeny's eyes.

"What?" Teeny tried to see what was so shocking but Abel refused. "What is it?"

"No, you don't wanna see this shit. Promise me you won't look, promise me, Valentina."

Hearing his voice shake terrified the young girl. She ran to the back of the building and hid behind a stack of crates leftover from the gun assembly.

Not thinking as a Son, but instead, as a still-grieving son, Abel called an ambulance. He struggled to get her down, trying not to make any noise that would attract Valentina's attention, and checked for a pulse.

"Come on, Rox, come on," Abel whispered.

The sounds of sirens and Harleys both hit his ear at the same time. Abel knew he had to go or he'd surely be shot. Tearing himself away from his aunt's body, Abel climbed out the back window and jumped into the stolen sedan he'd arrived in and sped down the back road.

"Teens?" Coco shouted, the squeal of the ambulance not cutting through the panic in his head. "Valentina?"

"Daddy!" Valentina bolted from her hiding spot but frozen at the sight of her mother. "Mom, MOM!" She shrieked in a panic that lit a fire under Coco.

"What happened?" Coco asked as he ran through the rickety wooden door, his brothers behind him with guns drawn. "R-Rox?" He asked, truly unable to recognize her at first due to the blood staining her skin, clothing, and hair.

"Daddy help her! Save mommy!" Valentina screamed as Bishop swept her up and pulled her out of the building right passed the paramedics.

"Rox," Coco wailed, afraid to even touch her. "Mi luz, mi vida," he cried, tears running down his face onto her skin mixing with her blood.

"Coco," Angel yanked him away as paramedics set to work, "Teeny needs you, carnal. Come on, man. I'll watch her, I'll watch over her."

Although he was little help to his daughter beyond strong hugs, Coco did leave the warehouse. Angel watched with concern and confusion as Coco stumbled out, shock already taking over. He knelt down and held Teeny in his arms, his eyes glassy and blank, until the paramedics rushed out with Roxy.

"She's alive?" He asked desperately. "She's still alive?"

"They're transporting her to the local hospital," Angel told him. "They don't know how long she'll hold on for but she's breathing for now."

"Come on," EZ said, gingerly helping Coco to his feet. "I'll take you to the hospital."

"Valentina," Coco said distractedly. "I want you to stay with the club."

"I want to see Mommy," she cried.

"Corazoncita," he whimpered, "Not now."

"Daddy!"

"Valentina!" He snapped. "Go."

Valentina stepped back, sobbing, and ran from Coco into Hank's arms. EZ watched, heartbroken but also angry by Coco's reaction to his daughter.

"Come on, Coco," EZ said with a heavy sigh as he and Angel pulled him to his feet. "We gotta go."

Coco shook his head. "I can't."

"You gotta," Angel growled. "Can't run from this, brother. Can't abandon her now."

"If Roxy dies you gonna let her lay there alone cause you're too scared?" Bishop growled, his face inches from Coco's. "Go. Now."

Coco grit his teeth and shoved Bishop out of the way before charging toward his bike. His head was so loud, filled with such negative and terrifying thoughts, he could barely think or even walk straight.

"You two, take care of him, watch him so he doesn't drive off a goddamn cliff," Bishop ordered Angel and EZ. "I want him pissed off and ready to get these guys, not hopeless."

It took longer than it should have to get Coco to Saint Thomas with the Reyes brothers navigating. It didn't matter though, Coco wouldn't get out of the truck once they arrived. Part of him thought Roxy was already dead and he didn't want that news but another part worried his presence would somehow curse her. The largest part of Coco blamed himself and no one could tell him otherwise.

"What do we do?" EZ asked Angel after nearly an hour of Coco staring straight ahead and chain-smoking.

"Fuck, I don't know," Angel grumbled. "Shit," he hissed, gesturing to the parking lot entrance.

"Mateo and Thomas," EZ sighed.

"And fucking Leticia," Angel added.

EZ went over to greet them while Angel tried to shake Coco around.

"Kids are here," Angel told him. "Letty, Teo, and Thomas. You gotta at least be a dad, Coco."

Finally, Coco made eye contact with Angel, wiping the tears from the corner of his eyes, and nodded. He jumped out of the truck and met his kids with a hug that forced a few tears down his face.

"How is she?" Mateo asked desperately.

"I don't know," Coco admitted.

Angry, Mateo stormed toward the hospital to take charge of his mother's care, if she was even still alive.

"Coco," Letty said softly. "She needs you. Mateo and Teeny need you."

"Do you?" He asked sadly.

"You need me," she said with a sad smile as she took his hand. "Come on, let's go."

Thomas was waiting for them by the entrance. "She's alive, barely. ICU on the fifth floor. Someone from the nurses' station will take you to her.

"You're not coming?" She asked.

"No, I got some shit to do," he said dismissively.

"What?" Coco sneered. "You gonna walk out on her? After all, she did for you?"

"No, I'm not," he snapped defensively. "I'm gonna find my brother and see what the fuck happened."

"I know what happened," Coco growled, jamming his finger into Thomas' chest. "Your brother set her up and took my daughter, fucking SAMCRO tried to kill her, but they forgot who she is."

"A Teller," Thomas said proudly.

"No, she's a fucking Cruz. A Mayan," Coco snarled. "No old ass white man is gonna take her down."

"Coco," Letty whispered, "Come on."

"You tell Abel to watch his back," Coco warned. "I'm coming for him with it without my club."