The first thing Macy did, before Opie was even in the police cruiser, was call her father. She tries to keep calm, as she's always seen Gemma, but her words were sloppy and the sobs unavoidable.

"Daddy you have to do something!"

"I can't," he said, his feeling of powerlessness manifesting as anger. "I'll call Rosen first thing."

"Fuck," Macy hissed. Hanging up the phone she jumped out of the truck and limped over to Hale. "What are you arresting him for?"

"Arson," Hale told her.

"Arson? Are you nuts?" Macy scoffed. "He was with me all night at the clubhouse."

"You sure? My eyewitness has a much different story," he said smugly.

"Fuck off," she grumbled. "Ope," she said loudly, "We're gonna get you out."

Hale shook his head. "You're a good kid, Macy. Try not to get lost in your family's mess."

"You don't know shit about my family," she hissed.

With a disappointed sigh, Hale shook his head and turned to head back to his car. "You know what to do."

Macy stormed off, nose up and trying her hardest to seem unshaken but she still watched from the windows as they finally drove off.

After worrying herself to sleep, Macy woke up late but still somehow painfully tired. She didn't bother with a shower and once out of bed she immediately raced to get to the clubhouse.

When she hurried inside she saw Clay and Jax talking to Rosen by the chapel doors.

"What's the word?" She asked forcing herself into the conversation.

"Arson," Clay grumbled.

"I don't think it'll stick," Rosen told her. "They don't have much."

"Hale told me they have an eyewitness," she said quickly.

"An eye witness as of last night? That's fast," he said, curious as to what that could mean.

"They were on a goddamn chase from Oakland to Charming," Clay snapped.

"They didn't say they have a witness, so they don't want me to know and that means they don't want you to know," Rosen mused.

"They were never together," Jax said as he pieced it together in his mind. "Opie and Kyle, yeah, but Tig never caught up with them."

"And Opie was home when he got picked up," Macy said.

"Someone gave him up," Rosen said ominously.

"It wasn't Tig," Clay said sternly.

"No way," Macy said, "It wasn't Tig."

"Hobart?" Jax said, unwilling to believe it. "You're real quick and real sure," he said to Clay.

"You think Tig would rat on a brother?" Clay snarled as he leaned into Jax's face

"Hey," Bobby saw the bubbling confrontation and swiftly intervened. "We need to stick together."

"I need to not hear any of this," Rosen said. "They won't get an affordable bail but I'll try for it," he explained. "When I hear about any court dates I'll let you know."

"Thanks," Clay said, waking Rosen out.

"How long?" Macy asked Jax. "Did Rosen say how long?"

Jax sighed. "He's not sure but probably anywhere from 2 to 6 years."

Inhaling sharply, Macy shook her head. "It's not gonna happen though. Right? Yo-you guys can fix this?"

Jax and Bobby shared a look over Macy's head, one that was equal parts concerned and furious.

"We're gonna try, darlin'," Bobby said softly.

—

Three Weeks Later*

"Arson was dropped, it's just breaking and entering for Opie and Kyle. Tig's going to trial for aiding and abetting and interfering with a police investigation." Rosen told Clay and Jax, and against everyone's better judgment, Macy and Gemma, during an update meeting.

"They dropped arson," Clay said skeptically. "Why? That's the big one."

"I don't know," Rosen shrugged. "I wouldn't push, if they're found guilty your guys will be out in 3 years, Tig even less."

"What about the witness Hale bragged about?" Jax asked.

Rosen shook his head. "I haven't heard anything about a witness. It's not in discovery."

"He was probably trying to shake Macy up," Gemma chimed in.

"It makes sense," Rosen said. "Someone had to tip them off about Opie," he said vaguely.

"What are you getting at?" Clay snapped.

Rosen sighed, "It could explain the charges being dropped."

"You think someone ratted?" Jax asked, offended and defensive. "No way besides Tig and Kyle are still locked up."

"Don't you think someone in your organization would know not to be too obvious?" Rosen scoffed. "Maybe someone offered more information for leniency for all three of them."

"No goddamn way," Clay barked.

"Okay," Rosen shrugged. "After all you're just a motorcycle club and the charges are trumped up."

"Exactly," Clay grumbled.

"Lemme walk you out," Jax offered. He could see Clay needed time to accept the idea of a rat in his club but Jax was desperate to get his best friend out of a few years in state prison. If he couldn't save him he'd at least find the person who put him there.

"You want me to push?" Rosen asked knowingly.

Jax nodded. "Let me know what you hear."

The men shook hands and that was that, there was nothing to do but wait.

—

6 Weeks After The Arrests*

Gemma, Macy, Clay, Jax, and the other club members waited in a small circle outside the courthouse. They only allowed family in during sentencing and anyone connected to the club was barred from the trial completely.

"Opie told me," Clay said quietly to Macy.

She looked at him, the anger in her usually bright eyes reminded him of the way JT used to look at him during disagreements.

"Told you what?" She asked, wishing the cigarette did more to ease her nerves.

"How he feels about you," he said. "I'm sorry."

"Jesus Christ," she complained. "I don't know what you're talking about," Macy lied.

"He didn't tell you?" Clay asked. "I figured that was him asking for permission."

Macy wanted to punch Opie just then but her thoughts of revenge were derailed when Rosen came out of the courthouse.

"They got the max," he said shamefully. "Their history and club involvement added to it, I'm sure. All goes well you'll see them in three years."

"What's the max?" Macy asked.

"Six years," Jax said sadly as he put his arm around her.

"You said this would be better than an arson charge," Macy snapped at Rosen. "How is six years better?"

Rosen turned to her, unamused by her outburst, and shook his head. "Breaking and entering and arson, that's close to 12. As long as they don't act up they'll be home in three years. That's better."

"Come on," Clay said, grabbing Macy and pulling her away. "Good thing Opie never told you how he felt, huh?" The way he said it, the look on his face, told Macy that he knew she was lying but that he wouldn't mention it.

"Yeah," she huffed. "Still losing a best friend and roommate though."

"Anything you need, sweetheart," Clay told her, "You know you got it."

—

First Visitation Day - 2 Months After Sentencing*

Macy's stomach was in knots as she waited for her very first visit with Opie. She had all the paperwork and her identification, she was ready in every way except emotionally.

"Only one today," the guard said as he led her into the visitation room.

"One? Why?"

"You're only on one list," he told her.

"No, I'm visiting two prisoners," she told him as the door buzzed open. "Winston and Trager."

"I don't know what happened, all I know is you're only on one list," he huffed, "Trager's."

Macy stepped into the visitation room and scanned the tables to find Tig, and only Tig, waiting for her. She glared at him before asking her way across to his table.

"Don't shoot the messenger," he complained.

"Depends on the message," she sneered.

Tig sighed and leaned in closer to her, his arms on the table. "Ope told me everything about you guys. Short story, you're not on his list. He doesn't want you coming up here, he doesn't want you writing him and he won't be calling."

"Why?" She asked, breaking down but still trying to hide it. "What did I do?"

"You didn't do anything," Tig sighed sadly. "Christ, Mace, I've known you since you were a baby, I hate doing this but I get why he asked me."

"Why?" She asked again. "Why doesn't he want to see me?"

"You're a kid," he said with an exasperated laugh, "You're so fucking young, you're gonna waste six years coming up here, missing him and just waiting," Tig explained. "Ope doesn't want that for you."

"I want it. I want him. I don't care about waiting, besides Rosen said 3 years."

"If we're lucky," Tig reminded her. "Ope's exact words were, 'I don't want both of us living half a life'."

Macy swallowed her rage and sorrow and shook her head. "And the coward couldn't tell me himself?"

"Didn't think he'd be able to do it," Tig admitted. "This wasn't my idea."

"So he wants me to go out and fuck around? Get drunk and party? Like that's the life I had before? He knew this was a possibility, it's one reason he didn't want to start dating in the first place. He never should have started shit with me if he couldn't follow through."

Macy got up abruptly. "Please take care of yourself, be safe and keep that idiot safe. Please."

"You got it, kid," he frowned. "Anything you want me to tell him?"

"That I'm sorry we ever did this," he said angrily, "It would have been less painful."

He nodded, "See ya around, Mace."