Breakfast was still going on when Jules decided she needed some peace and quiet. The boys had taken her bags up to the room and she was curious to see what had been packed.

Seeing that Sophie was perfectly happy tucked in with Pop, who seemed to be dealing with Tig fairly well. Oh, it was obvious to her and the boys that Pop wasn't happy at all, but you had to be fluent in Lyon-ese to know that.

She eased her chair back where she had been sitting between Red and Jax. Butch on Red's other side. Red looked at her. She gave him an amused look. "I'm going to go get into real clothes." Then looked at Soph. "You ready to get dressed Miss Thing or are you still munching?"

Pop waved her on. "Baby Princess is fine here. Go get dressed. There are some people you should call." She nodded. She needed to call Will. She needed to call Lu. Neither was a call she wanted to make.

Getting to the room her and Sophie were calling theirs for the moment, she rested her head on the door. This was way fucked up before Butch was in the picture. Now it was totally FUBAR. She had no idea what the fuck to do.

She lightly banged her head on the door. That wasn't true, she knew exactly what to do. She just wasn't sure if Butch would even fucking listen right now.

Sighing, she went and started to go through the bags that the boys had brought. As she was pulling stuff out there was a knock at the door. "Jules?"

"Yeah, come on in Eric." She sat down on the bed as her oldest brother slipped in the room. She looked up at him. "If you're here to lecture me about Butch...just...don't."

Eric came and sat next to her. He shook his head with a slight smile. "Nah. You'll behave as long as Pop is here." Then his smile widened some. "Plus you have incentive to behave." He nudged her with his elbow. "But I gotta ask. Are ya tryin' to see Pop's head explode? Really, the VP of SAMCRO?"

She shrugged, giving her eldest brother a slightly cheeky smile. "Who knew that Cupid had such a warped sense of humor?" Eric rolled his eyes and she shrugged again. "Look, he treats Soph like she's one of the Seven Wonders of the World, and hell, you saw, she looks at him like he invented Ariel."

Her brother started to laugh. "I'm not sure I'd put it that way, but yeah, she certainly seems pretty attached already."

She got up and started rifling through the bags the boys had brought, grabbing her make-up bag and some clothes. "Who packed?" As she closed the bathroom door.

"Way to change the conversation Jules. But, to answer your stupid question, Lu, Mercy, and Den packed your stuff. Figured he spends the most time at your place, he knew where most of your stuff was. So..." Her brother had gotten up; she could hear him walking around. "What the fuck happened Jules?"

She sighed as she was stripping out of the sweats and t-shirt she had borrowed last night. "Uh, Dougie lost his mind?!" Slipping a pair of red bikini cut lace panties on. "I think he's gotten in deep with some people who play way above his level and he needed the money that was at the end of this road." Putting on a pair of black leggings on. "He's spun out as all hell." She slipped a men's undershirt on before finishing with a rusted orange cableneck sweater.

Now that she was dressed, she cracked the door back open and pulled her hair up into a messy bun. "How bad is it at home?"

Eric sighed and sat down again while she rinsed last night's sleep off of her face. "Not good. Will is a fucking mess and already talking about going back to New York as soon as the cops release Ray's body for a funeral." She grimaced, but wasn't shocked. Ray and Will had gotten together when Soph was about six months old. He accepted her, but kids just weren't part of the life he'd imagined with Ray. And even though she knew that she would do it to Soph's face when Soph was older, she wasn't gonna lie to herself. As much as Ray loved Sophie, and totally provided for her, spending time was not his priority. What was really burning her ass about this whole sitch was that this had been the first time in almost a month that Ray had spent more time than hi/bye would take with her.

Sighing, she started to put her make-up on. Eric got up and leaned up against the bathroom doorframe. "Lu just wants to know you and Soph are okay." Eric looked down for a second. "Her and some of the old ladies are packin' you guys up." She glanced over as he looked back up from the floor, his eyes hard. "You two aren't going back there." It wasn't a suggestion.

That was alright, she had no intentions of ever darkening the threshold of that apartment again. While she hadn't seen Ray's body, the amount of blood she had saw still made her slightly nauseous. "Not going to argue with you about that. I'll call Lu in a bit." She sighed again. "I don't think I've had enough sleep to deal with Will."

Eric chuckled a little. "Can't say I blame you there." He flipped back to serious. "Did he hurt you guys other than Soph's cheek?" Taking a pack of cigarettes out of his cut. He shook two out and lit them, handing one to her.

Well, fuck. She took the smoke and inhaled. As she exhaled, she set the cigarette on the sink and shrugged. "He took some pot shots at me, but I'm just bruised. Hell, Den hits me harder for calling him Manny." Eric snorted a little at that. "Seriously, I'm almost totally fine." The best way to deal with Eric was to just be honest. At least it was for her. Any time she's ever tried lying to him it's come back to bite her in the ass like a junkyard dog, so she just stopped. "My knee is a little stiff and it's fucking with my hammie some." Jerking her head towards the bags. "Whoever fucking packed for me didn't put my running shoes in, so I have to wait until after Gemma and I take Sophie shopping. I'll get shoes then."

Eric frowned. "You have your stuff; why do you need to take Soph shopping?" She grinned at him.

"Gemma promised her a princess dress and trust me, she's already confirmed with Gemma about half a dozen times this morning that she was still getting it."

Eric grinned back at her. "Of course she has." He wandered back out into the room and grabbed an ashtray. Coming back to the doorway, he set it on the sink and put her rapidly disappearing one in it as to not burn the sink. But damn it, he had serious face again.

"What now?" Putting a smattering of blush on her cheeks.

"Probably after we get back from dealin' with that little piece of shit, Pop is gonna call Gramps and let him know what's goin' on." Eric took a drag and as he exhaled watched the smoke drift. "Pop didn't want to call him until Gramps would be able to talk to you and Soph."

Grabbing some toilet paper to dab her eyes, she was glad she always waited to put mascara on last. For whatever reason in all of this she had forgotten all about Gramps. When Pops took over a decade ago, Gram and Gramps retired to an acreage outside of Nashville, not far from where they both had grown up. Gram died a couple of years ago, but Gramps still rattled around, building bikes and enjoying being feted like the legend he was by the Satan's Sons Nashville chapter.

"Yeah, he'll be too happy to talk to us to bitch anyone out." As far as Gramps was concerned, Lu, her and Sophie would be like Gran had been in Chicago, always with a bodyguard/gopher. And had been on Pop's ass about it hard for the last year.

While he adored Soph, Gramps was not thrilled about who her father was. Not only was Ray a gay man, or well, mostly gay, since, well, Sophie. But he was also a generation older than she was and it had long been rumored that he was one of the legit fronts used by the Chicago Outfit. Which she had always found to be so not funny that it was.

Even though the Satan's Sons did not put one-percent patches on their cuts, they were a one-percent club. SAMCRO had guns, the Hell's Angels and Mongols had drugs, Satan's Sons were assassins. They were a club of government trained killers who put their skill sets to work in the civilian world. Including for the Chicago Outfit. Get Gramps drunk enough and he'll tell you what a fuckin' pussy 'Momo' Giancana was and how he'd been lucky Acardo hadn't had him put down sooner.

But they were also the diplomats of the MC world. When rival clubs had beefs that they couldn't afford to have escalate, they came to the Satan's Sons table to work them out.

"Yeah. I think Pops is calling Slim down in Nashville to have someone at the house in case Gramps gives himself an aneurysm screamin' at 'im." She smiled a little at the drollness of Eric's tone.

"Probably not the worst idea ever." She stuck the mascara wand back in the tube and screwed it shut, tossing it back in the bag. Turning to her big bro. "How do I look?"

Shaking his head as he rolled his eyes, Eric gave a bit of an exasperated sigh. "Like you. Can you focus..."

Lucky for her his lecture was stopped by a knock on the door and Jax's voice. "Hey, is okay if we come in? Sophie wants to get dressed."

"Hold on one second." She looked at her oldest brother, who, at the moment looked less than thrilled with her. "I know we gotta talk about some shit. But I didn't sleep for almost two and a half days and then only got about three hours last night. I really don't know shit about Dougie and his deal, I'll call Lu and Will. Can the rest of this wait until I've gotten like at least five hours of continuous sleep?"

"Yeah, I suppose." Eric still didn't look thrilled, but he wasn't gonna press her and that's all that mattered to her at the moment.

As she was getting ready to tell Jax to come in, they heard Dennis. "Just go the hell in... Jules, we're comin' in. Miss Thing wants to get ready so she can go get her princess dress."

The door opened and Dennis came in with Jax following. Jax had Sophie attached to his back, arms wrapped around his neck. She looked over at Eric, giving him a slight grin and head shake, and in sotto voice. "Like he fucking invented Ariel."

All Eric could do was nod. Because she wasn't fucking wrong.