Lena was roaming around the kitchen, trying to clean up the breakfast that she had made for her and Jax a little over an hour ago. It had been a few days since that day that she tried and failed at her attempt to kill the man who disgustingly violated her. She had been trying to wrap her head around why she couldn't do it —why didn't she have the guts or the gall to pull the trigger?

Sighing heavily, Lena placed the last dish she just cleaned into the dish rack before drying off her hands. The sound of the front door to the house opened, and she immediately noticed Gemma walking inside.

"Good morning, sweetheart," Gemma said, casually making her way into the kitchen and heading straight for the coffee pot. "Baby with Neeta?" She questioned, pouring herself a hot cup.

Lena nodded, taking a casual sip from her own cup. "Yeah, she took him to the park."

"And Jax?" Gemma then took a seat at the kitchen table.

"Garage." Lena nodded her head in that direction.

Gemma took a cautious sip of her coffee, before looking up at Lena as she stared off at nothing. "You doing okay?"

Lena blinked several times, coming out of her haze and turning to look at Gemma. "I'm better." She took another sip from her cup. "Thank you for the few extra days. I really needed them."

"You're welcome, baby." Gemma gave her a small, sympathetic smile. "You coming in today?"

Lena nodded, turning to dump the rest of her coffee, before cleaning out the cup. "Yeah, I need a distraction. If that's okay with you?"

"As long as you're up to it." Gemma stated. "That's fine with me."

Lena placed the empty cup in the dish rack as well, before facing her Old Man's mother. "Then, I'll be there."

Before Gemma could say anything else, Jax then made his way into the kitchen from the back door of the laundry room. He was lugging a large box with him.

"Hey, ma," Jax said, surprised to find his mother sitting at his kitchen table.

"Hi, honey." Gemma replied to her son.

Jax dropped the box on the kitchen floor and then stood leaned against the frame of the laundry room. He quickly turned to his old lady. "Hey, did you take a box of clothes from the garage?"

Lena's brows furrowed, shaking her head. "No, I haven't done anything out there."

Jax looked a little confused himself. "I'm missing a box."

"Well I cleaned some shit out there before the baby came home." Gemma announced, taking another sip of her coffee. "It was a box of laundry —had a serious stink to it."

"Well, where is it?" Jax questioned.

Gemma shrugged in a nonchalant manner. "Tossed it out. It was just a bunch of t-shirts and funky old underwear. Why? What are you looking for?"

Jax stood there a little taken aback not understanding why his mother would throw out something without asking him first. Or at least Lena.

The three of them just looked at each other in plain confusion, before Jax shrugged himself. "An old Harley manual —hard to find."

"Sorry." Gemma stated, and to Lena it seemed a bit unapologetic.

But Lena never got the chance to say anything, as Chibs then boisterously announced his presence making his way into the house to collect her Old Man. The scarred Scotsman greeted both Lena and Gemma with kisses on the cheek, before embracing his club brother, who was more like a son to him.

Lena quietly watched as Jax hastily threw his gun holster over his blue flannel. He then pressed a quick kiss to her lips, and disappeared out of the house.

Lena and Gemma stared at each other for a few moments, before Lena announced herself, "I guess I'll go and get ready, but before I do," she walked over to her purse, rifling through the contents, before producing the .22 wrapped in the silk scarf. "I believe this belongs to you." She placed it on the table right in front of Gemma.

Gemma looked down at the scarf and back at Lena in surprise.

Lena shrugged in response, followed by, "I couldn't do it." Was the last thing she said, before leaving Gemma in the kitchen by herself.

Lena stood in the kitchen of the clubhouse almost regretting her decision to ask for this job back. It was like nothing had been done since she'd left. That was a little over three months ago. Gemma was right, she was the only one who'd done anything around here.

"Jesus Christ," Lena seethed, eying the stacked boxes in front of her. She then glanced down at the clipboard in her hands, going through the paper work, not liking what she saw there either. "Seriously?" She sighed in frustration, tossing the clipboard on the center island, now trying to figure out what she needed to start with.

Lena knew that sorting this out was going to be a huge bitch.

"Hey,"

"Shit." Lena screeched, jumping in fright. She quickly turned to see Juice now standing behind her. "Juice, you scared the crap outta me."

"My bad." SAMCRO's mohawked tech geek stated. "I didn't mean to scare you, Lee. Gemma said that you might need some help with these boxes."

Lena's brows knit in confusion. "Where's Sack? I thought he would be helping?"

"Jax needed him for something else." Juice explained. "So, what do you need me to do?"

Lena was actually grateful that Juice was there for the extra help. It would definitely kill some of the time she originally assumed it would take for doing this herself. She immediately began to direct Juice to take the first few boxes to the bar, so she could replace what was missing.

Within the next hour, Lena and Juice had quickly restocked the empty shelves of the bar and organized what had been overstocked. She was now standing behind the bar, in the middle of fixing up the messy inventory paperwork for the next shipment, when it wasn't a moment later that Charming's Chief of Police, Wayne Unser, made his presence known in the clubhouse.

Lena quickly looked up, surprised to see him and watched as he casually strode his way over to her.

"Hey, Chief Unser." Lena gave him a polite smile, setting the paperwork back down. "What brings you by?"

Lena had always known that SAMCRO had a close, personal relationship with the Chief himself. And by personal that meant having him in their back pockets to help keep their dirty messes hidden.

The balding chief shook his head. "No, I'm actually here to talk to you."

Lena's brows knit in confusion. "Me? Am I in trouble or something?"

Again, Unser shook his head. "No, I'm not here on official police business. It's more of a personal matter."

Lena still stood there puzzled. She had no idea what the chief of police wanted to do with her. "Personal? What's going on?"

"I feel that you and I should talk more in private." He told her.

Now it was Lena's turn to shake her head. "Not until you tell me what this is about."

"I prefer not to talk about this in front of people." Unser eyed the fair amount of people that was starting to fill out the clubhouse. "I assume you wouldn't want that either."

Why the hell was this man talking to me in goddamn riddles? Lena wondered to herself. "Chief Unser,"

Unser quickly cut her off, sighing heavily. "I know what happened to you."

Lena felt her entire body run cold. How could he know? "What are you talking about?"

Again, Unser eyed his surroundings, making sure that no one was around to hear, before leaning forward. "I know what that scumbag Ethan Zobelle and his crew did to you."

Lena could feel the tears springing to her eyes, as her heart began to pound angrily in her chest. She could almost feel another panic attack coming on, but she quickly swallowed that down to hold onto what little bearings she had left. She wasn't about to do this with him.

Not right now.

Not ever.

"I just want to," Unser continued when Lena became quiet.

Now it was Lena's turn to cut him off. "Listen, Chief Unser, I have no idea what you're talking about." She seethed in a bitter tasting tone. "Now," she then snatched up her almost forgotten paperwork, "if I'm not in any kind of trouble, then I have work I need to get back to." She finished, stomping away from him to the back.

When Lena reached the kitchen and away from prying eyes, she tossed the paperwork onto the metal island. She then placed her hands on the table, the coolness of alloyed material was starting to cool her heating body.

After a few deep breaths, Lena released a shuddering breath. Why had Chief Unser come to talk to her about what those bastards did to her? Or better yet, how the hell did he even know?

Quickly realizing who could have told Unser, Lena let out a distressed breath of air.

"Goddamn Gemma,"

Lena irritably stomped her way out of the kitchen. She quickly grabbed her purse and keys, asking Juice if he could watch out for the bar. Once he agreed, Lena practically ran out of the clubhouse, hopped into her car, and peeled out of the Teller-Morrow parking lot.

It only took a few minutes, when Lena pulled upon Gemma and Clay's home. She instantly spotted the biker matriarch's Cadillac parked in the driveway, before parking her Mustang right behind it.

Not caring for anything else, Lena shut off the engine and hopped out of the car. Once she made it to the front door, she pounded her tiny fist against it. It went couple seconds without being answered. She went to pound on the door again, but it had suddenly swung open. She was now face to face with Jax's mother.

"You told Chief Unser about me!" Lena exclaimed in an angered accusation.

Gemma pursed her lips, her whole demeanor falling. "Shit." She seethed, immediately feeling guilty at the look of irritation and disappointment across Lena's face. "Well, in my defense, I told him not to say anything to you about it."

"Gemma," Lena screeched in disbelief, "you weren't supposed to tell anybody."

Gemma sighed, stepping off to wave Lena into her house. "Look, we can talk inside."

Lena huffed, before taking the offer stepping into the house.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay." Gemma told Lena, as she took a draw from her cigarette. The both of them were currently sitting at the large oak dining room table of Gemma's kitchen.

Lena sighed heavily, playing with the rim of the mug of her untouched coffee. "I didn't want anyone to know, Gemma. Now that Unser knows, I'm pretty sure he's gonna tell David, and David is gonna slip up and tell Jax. I'm not ready for that yet." She then looked up at Gemma, feeling like she needed to throw up. "Why would you do that?"

Gemma took one last pull from her cigarette, before ashing it out in her ashtray. "The boys got arrested earlier today."

"What?" Lena spat in bewilderment. "Jax—"

Gemma nodded, cutting Lena off, "yeah, Jax too."

"For what?" Lena was clearly taken aback. "And why am I just now hearing about this?"

"Don't worry, Lena," Gemma tried to reassure her, "they're out now. It was a stupid street brawl with Zobelle's guys." She then reached for another cigarette, quickly lighting it up and taking a long drag. "I told Unser, in full confidence, to help get our boys out. It worked."

Lena shook her head in disbelief. "This wasn't yours to tell, Gemma. Do you know what could happen if Jax found out what really happened to me the night of Bobby's party? They're already in enough hot water as it is, Gemma. Jax and Clay are barely getting along. I'm assuming shit's about to get deeper with Zobelle. This would send Jax over the edge. You and I both know that."

Gemma nodded, releasing a cloud of smoke, flicking ash into her ashtray. "Look, I'll talk to Wayne about it, Lee. Make sure he doesn't say anything to anyone else."

Lena furiously stood to her feet, done with this whole thing. This was starting to get out of hand. "From now on, Gemma, just stay out of my business." She quickly turned to make her way back out of Gemma's house.

Lena pulled back into TM. Parking her car, she immediately noticed that Jax was there, sitting at one of the picnic tables talking with Piney. When she exited her car, she casually made her way up to her Old Man.

"Hey," Jax greeted Lena, his blue eyes eyed her with worry. "Where were you? I thought you'd be here."

Lena shrugged, leaning to press her lips to his in a quick kiss. "I went to go talk to your mom about something."

Jax noticed something was off with Lena's demeanor. "You okay?"

Lena swallowed thickly, nodding. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Lena watched as Jax turned toward Opie's father. "Hey, Piney, could you give us a minute?"

Piney nodded, grunting as he stood to his feet on shaky knees. He gave Lena's arm a gentle squeeze, before making his way to his usual spot inside the clubhouse. Lena made sure to have his favorite brand of tequila waiting for him.

"Come sit with me." Jax told Lena, tapping the bench he was occupying.

Lena released a deep breath, taking a seat and turned to face Jax. "Is everything okay with you?"

Jax sighed heavily, and that caused Lena's heart to fall into the pit of her stomach. He then looked back up at her and nodded. "For now it is."

Lena felt herself relaxing a bit. "For now? Gemma told me that you guys got arrested today."

Jax huffed in annoyance. Of course Gemma said something. "There's a new player in town." Jax began to explain. "His name is Ethan Zobelle."

"The cigar shop guy?" Lena questioned, but she already knew who this guy was and what he was about.

Jax was surprised that Lena knew that. "How did you know that?"

Lena could have cursed herself for being so dumb. "Gemma and I went into town the other day. We saw he was setting up shop where Sherman's used to be."

Jax nodded, accepting the lie Lena just told him. "Did he or any one of his guys try to approach you?"

…we will find you and do this again…

"Uh, no," Lena shook her head, immediately feeling uncomfortable. She swallowed thickly, trying to erase those images from that horrible night out of her head. "I haven't been approached by anyone."

"Good." Jax nodded, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his pack of smokes. He then flipped the lid of his zippo quickly lighting the cigarette he placed between his lips. "These guys," he took a long draw and blew the smoke away from Lena's direction, "for some reason they have this hard on for the club. They make Darby and his Nazi prick buddies look like child's play." He blew out another cloud of smoke, running a soothing hand across her back. "I don't want you anywhere near them. I'm gonna have Sack stay with you. Wherever you go, he goes. A'ight?"

"Okay." Lena nodded in compliance.

Jax then pulled her close, pressing a tender kiss to her temple.

"So," Lena gently pulled away from Jax, clearing her throat, "you want to tell me about your arrest?" She questioned, and Jax let out another huff. "Gemma also told me about the fight."

"Of course she did." Jax muttered, rolling his eyes in annoyance. He then released a deep sigh. "It was nothing, babe."

Now it was Lena's turn to roll her eyes. "A street brawl doesn't seem like nothing, Jax. What exactly does this mean? Is something really about to go down?"

"Look," Jax reached to grab Lena's hand, "I don't need you to worry about any of this, okay? The club will handle it." He brought her hand to his mouth and pressed his lips to the back of it.

Lena tried to smile at the sweet gesture, but this whole thing was turning knots in her stomach.

"Well, don't you two look cozy."

Both Lena and Jax turned to see Gemma now standing before them.

"Hey, ma." Jax stood to greet his mother with a kiss on her cheek.

"Hey, sweetheart." Gemma replied, as she looked down at Lena, who was definitely trying to avoid her gaze. "Lena."

"Gemma." Lena snipped, keeping her attention away from Jax's mother. Just looking her way, made the anger boil in her system.

Gemma huffed, not wanting to agitate the situation further. This was not the time for her to confront their current situation. Especially in front of her son, who wasn't privy to certain information. "So," she looked back at Jax, "what's going on?" She looked around and noticed the other members of SAMCRO somber moods.

Jax sensed a bit of tension coming from his mother and his Old Lady, and it seemed to unsettle his stomach. Lately, Gemma and Lena had been almost as thick as thieves. He was now inquiring to know what happened.

"Uh, tough vote." Jax stated, shoving his hands into his jean pockets.

Gemma nodded, folding her arms across her chest. "Where is he?" She questioned, referring to her husband.

"He's inside." Jax nodded toward the clubhouse where he knew his club President was currently sulking in their chapel.

Gemma quickly excused herself, not before giving her son a hug and giving Lena's shoulder a gentle squeeze.

Jax sat back down next to Lena, noticing that she barely flinched at Gemma's contact. "So, you wanna tell me what's going on between you and my mother?"

Lena swallowed thickly, turning to look at Jax. "We're just," she hesitated for a moment, "having a difference of opinion. That's all."

"You sure?" Jax asked, unsure of the whole thing.

"Yes." Lena gave him a reassuring smile, leaning forward to press her mouth to his.

Jax fell into the kiss, pulling Lena as close to him as possible. Things between the two of them had definitely gotten back onto track, especially where their sex life is concerned. Ever since that night at the warehouse party for CaraCara, Jax and Lena had been consummating their relationship like horny bunnies.

Lena was afraid that she wouldn't get that back. She felt like she wouldn't feel the same about sex the way she had in the past, but she was almost getting there. She still had those moments where she started to second guess herself, but Jax had always been a tentative and caring lover even before all of this shit started happening.

Jax was the basically the first and only guy to truly ever satisfy her needs.

"So," Jax muttered, his lips still on Lena's, "you want to get out of here?"

Lena smiled, nodding her head and pressed her mouth to Jax's in one last kiss.

Jax pulled away, standing from the bench. He then reached down and took Lena's hand, helping her to stand as well. He then threw his arm around her shoulders, kissing her once more.

"Shit!"

The next moment happened in a complete blur.

Lena then found herself being shoved to the ground, Jax hovering over her body, when an explosion hit the garage.

It lasted for only just a moment, but then chaos erupted. When everyone quickly realized what happened, they noticed that a mini van was now up in flames, while Chibs' unconscious body was splayed on the concrete and bleeding from the back of his head.