Never in a million years did Jax think he would ever see Ophelia again. But from the moment he had realized it was her that had waltzed back into his life, he didn't know how he ever lived without her. She had been everything to him when they were growing up. His best friend. His confidant. His love. His everything until Tara came into his life. Now, he had lost her again, and the only way he could get her back was to give up his club.

"Hey, Jax," Rat said timidly from the doorway. "We aren't expecting anyone, are we?"

"No, we shouldn't," he said slowly. "Who's here?"

"Well, that's the thing." Rat shifted his weight. "I don't want to assume anything, but there's someone at the gate who looks a lot like Ophelia."

"What?" Jax said, not believing what he heard. Before Rat could say anything, Jax took off out of the chapel to the front gate.

"It's a chick on a bike," Rat explained as he tried to catch up with Jax.

Happy, Kozik, and Tig came out of the garage to see what was going on. Jax stopped in between Hap and Kozik.

"Is it… it Leela?"

"No," Happy grumbled as the gate opened and the girl rode in.

"It's Scarlett," Kozik added. They all watched her park and dismount her bike.

"Quit ogling boys," she said once she had taken off her helmet and shaked out her red hair.

"Who the hell is Scarlett?" Tig asked.

"Watch it, Trager. She's mine," Kozik said through his teeth.

Tig started to open his mouth to retort but Happy shot him a look just as Scarlett walked up to him.

"Happy," Scarlett said, giving him a short nod. "Any news?"

"No."

"Well, while you were playing with each other's dicks, I got a meeting with the Devil's Horsemen president."

"How did you do that?" Happy questioned.

"There's a reason why people hire me."

"Who the hell are you?" Jax asked finally.

Scarlett put her hands on her hips. "The only person who can get Ophelia back apparently," she said. "Now, if you don't mind, I would like to get my friend back in one piece."

Jax got in front of her as she tried to head into the clubhouse. "Who do you think you are? You can't just come in here like you own the place."

"You want me to leave? Cause I'll leave right now," Scarlett said, narrowing her eyes. "You need me a hell of a lot more than I need you. I can get them back, while you would just get back pieces."

"Jackie," Chibs said in Jax's ear. "I think we should let her do what she needs to do." Jax looked at him like he was going crazy. "If she can help us get Ophelia and Juice back, then what's it going to hurt?"

"How can we trust her? We don't even know her. How the hell did she even know to come here?" Jax questioned.

"I called her," Happy spoke up.

"We called her," Kozik corrected. He wasn't going to let Happy take all the credit.

Jax looked between Happy and Kozik in disbelief. "Why the hell would you do that? We were handling it."

"Fucking bullshit," Happy said. "They've had them for two days, and we've done nothing! I called her six hours ago and she already has a meet set up."

Jax opened and closed his mouth several times. He never thought he would be undermined by one of his own men, especially Happy. He had always been one of his most loyal men.

"Fine," Jax sighed. He looked to Scarlett. "When's the meet?"

"Midnight. Fairfield Park," Scarlett said, folding her arms.

"That gives four hours to prepare," Bobby said.

"Can someone point me in the direction of a bathroom because I need to clean up?" Scarlett said, glancing to each of the men surrounding her.

"I got it," Kozik said, quickly coming to Scarlett's side.

Scarlett held back a chuckle. "Of course you do, Herman." She followed him into the clubhouse.

None of them had said a word to each in at least three hours. Tara and Juice were scared. They had every right to be. Ophelia knew it was only a matter of time before Adam killed one of them. In fact, she was surprised they had lasted this long.

She chuckled to herself when she realized that she was probably gonna die doing a job for SAMCRO. All because some dumbass had followed her to a meet.

"What could you possibly be laughing at?" Tara said, sounding like she was on the verge of tears.

"Just thinking about how the hell I got here." She glance to Juice. "All because someone had to follow me. Why were you following me?"

Juice looked up nervously. "Oh, um… Clay told me to keep an eye on you. He said we couldn't trust you."

Ophelia rolled her eyes. "Figures," she mumbled. "Of course he would be the reason I'm in this fucking situation."

"What do you mean by that?" Tara asked.

Ophelia looked at Tara. What was it going to hurt telling them the kind of person Clay is; they were all gonna die soon anyways. "Clay killed my father."

Tara narrowed her eyes. "You're lying."

Ophelia's eyes flashed with anger. "You know what he's capable of more than anyone, or have you forgotten that he tried to have you killed too."

"How...how do you know about that?"

"I know about everything that has happened," Ophelia said darkly.

Tara shut her mouth and shrank back into the corner. Ophelia leaned back. Man, she could really use a smoke. Maybe she could bum one off a Horsemen before they kill her.

As if on cue, the door opened and Adam waltzed in once again. He looked to each one of his prisoners. He clapped his hands together. "Who's ready for a little field trip?"

Getting a bag put over your head and then thrown in to a back of a van was not one of the activities Ophelia thought she would be doing when she came to Charming. The further they drove, the more she started to accept that she wasn't going to walk away from this.

Her thoughts drifted to Happy. She didn't blame him for asking her to come to Charming. She should've listened to him when he told her not to go the meet alone. When Happy's being the voice of reason, you know you should listen.

The van came to a stop and they were dragged out. Each of them were forced to their knees side by side. As soon as the bag was pulled from her head, Ophelia took in her surroundings. They had brought them to the woods. There wasn't any city lights in sight. A perfect place to finish the job.

Ophelia looked to her right where Tara was crying so hard she was shaking. On the other side of Tara was Juice. He didn't even look like he was present; all he was doing was staring at the ground.

"We're gonna play a little game," Adam grinned as he paced in front of them. "Who means the most to Jax Teller? Winner gets a hole in the head." He stopped at Juice. "We have the Son who ratted out his own club. Honestly, I don't know why they've kept you alive." Adam moved on to Ophelia. "Then we have the mercenary who supposedly just met the club, but when talking to Teller, he only asked about you." Lastly, he stood in front of Tara. "Finally, we have Jax's old lady and mother of his children."

Ophelia closed her eyes, waiting. It wasn't hard to figure out how connected she really was to the club. How much history she had with the Sons, let alone with Jax. She heard Tara's sobs become louder. Ophelia opened her eyes to see Adam looking at Tara.

"Clearly, the winner is obvious," he grinned.

"Please, no," Tara begged. "My boys need me."

Adam smirked. He motioned to his men. Ophelia stiffened when she felt a barrel of a gun at the back of her head. She closed her eyes once again. This was it. She was okay with dying. She was just a disappointed that she was going to go out this way.

She waited for it. She knew she wasn't going to feel anything, let alone hear the gunshot that was gonna kill her. So when she heard the gunshot, she slowly opened her eyes. She saw Adam first. He was smirking at her. Then she looked to her right.

Her breath caught when she saw Tara. She was faced down in the leaves. Her brown hair spread out around her. The blood soaking into the earth.

Adam knelt down in front of Ophelia. "Tell Jax Teller that I'll burn Charming to the ground if he doesn't give me everything."

Happy paced back and forth as they waited. It was over an hour past the time the Horsemen said to meet. The rest of the guys couldn't sit still either. Actually, the only one who wasn't on their feet was Scarlett. She was laying on her bike staring up at the night sky. Happy couldn't understand how she could just sit there. Lily was one of her best friends. However, Death Dealers tended to not get close with each other.

"What could you possibly be looking at?" Happy grumbled to her.

"The stars," she said calmly. "I haven't been anywhere you could see them in a very long time."

"Aren't you worried about Lily?" he questioned.

Scarlett glanced to Happy. "Lilith? Nah, she knows what she's doing. Not to mention, if they were to kill her, there would be an open contract on every Devil's Horsemen."

"That doesn't keep her alive."

Scarlett sat up and looked him over. "Something's changed about how you feel about her. She's not just family to you anymore," she guessed. Happy looked away quickly. "Do you love her?" she teased.

"Shut up," he said through his teeth.

A smile spread across her face. "You're good for her."

Happy rolled his eyes and looked up towards the sky. He remembered as a kid his mom would point out the different constellations and tell him the names of the stars. It was years later when he realized she had been making everything up.

A twig snapped off in the woods. Scarlett jumped to her feet while Happy scanned the tree line for any sign of movement.

"Do you see anything?" Scarlett whispered, her hand resting on her gun.

"No." It was just a half a second later when he saw them.

They stumbled out of the bushes together. The only reason Ophelia was still on her feet was because Juice was supporting all of her weight. Happy was over to her before he even knew what he was doing. She collapsed into his arms.

"Lil? Lily?" he said, brushing her hair away from her face. She looked like hell. Her nose was broken. Both of her eyes were bruised, and she had dried blood on most of her face.

She looked up at him and smiled. "Hap. Glad you could make it."

"Jesus Christ," Jax muttered, looking her over. "What the hell happened to her?" He looked ot Chibs who was staring at Ophelia. "Find Tara."

Ophelia held onto Happy a little tighter as she tried to stand up straight. "Jax," she said loud enough to get his attention. He finally looked to her. "Tara's dead."