Hey, my readers! I am so sorry for not updating this story sooner! I can't believe it has been over a month since I updated! I hope you enjoy this new chapter :)

With the help of Jax, I stood to my feet, staring intensely at the closed casket Half Sack was currently laying in.

The all too familiar stinging started up behind my eyes.

The waterworks were coming, and ready to come at full force.

I quickly excused myself, moving through the mixed sea of leather kuttes and miltary uniforms.

I finally reached the ladies' room in the funeral home, pushing the heavy door open with enough force to hit the wall behind it.

I walked in front of the mirror, both of my hands clutching the edge of the counter.

My breathing became shaky, and the tears started flowing uncontrollably.

Linda entered the bathroom about twenty minutes later, finally finding her missing daughter.

She shut the bathroom door behind her, locking it.

"Hey sweetheart. Jax and me were looking for you. How are you holding up?"

I wiped off the last of the mascara that ran down my face, tossing away the used paper towel in the trash can a couple feet away from me.

"Well, this is my second funeral I attended this week, my son is still missing, and my mother in law is in hiding all because of that bitch Stahl."

"I know. Jax told me you gave your statement today," my mom pulled my long red locks behind my shoulders.

"You have no idea how I wanted to jump over that god damn wooden table and slit her throat with the knife I carry in my purse."

"Mel, that's the last thing anyone needs is for you to get thrown behind bars because you let your rage control your actions."

"I probably wouldn't be in jail for long, mom. If anything, I'd get off for justifiable homicide. I'd be a fucking hero."

"Too bad we don't live in a world like that, Mel."

"I know, it can't hurt to dream, right? It's just this woman created such a shit storm, mom. This entire situation is her fault."

"She'll get what's coming to her, baby. It may not be today, but it will happen. She won't suffer at the hands of the law, but she sure as hell will suffer at the hands from someone who is outside of it. A lot of people are out for that cunt's head. Her time here is numbered, I can feel it."

Before I could respond, there was a knock on the bathroom door.

"Time's up. Same time next week, doctor?", I smiled as my mother kissed my cheek.

Jax was outside the main doors of the funeral home when I finally made my exit.

He gave me a soft kiss on the lips, resting his forehead against my own.

"I love you, you know that right?"

"I know. I love you too."

He gave me one more kiss before taking my hand, leading the way to his bike that was parked in front of the funeral home.

Once we were in front of his bike, Jax handed me my helmet off of the handlebars.

I took it from his possession, turning toward the street as I was about to put it on my head.

All of the sudden, a silver panel van slowly rolls up with the back door wide open.

An armed man all dressed in black leaned forward and began to fire at anyone in his eye view.

Jax automatically shoved me to the ground, throwing his body over mine to protect me from the neverending bullets leaving the animal's weapon.

"Mel, are you hit!," Jax yelled in my ear.

"No , I'm okay," I replied.

I turned my head toward the screams and shots fired from the polices' weapons, finding multiple people gunned down, including a young boy who couldn't be older than five or six.

Jax stood up as did I when Wayne fired at the windshield of the van, causing the asshole to loose control of the van, running over Hale.

The man who opened fire on the wake fell out of the van. In panic, the driver sped off from the scene.

Jax and I looked at each other in horror, not believing what was going on around us.

Eggley and a couple of other officers had the gunman on the ground in the middle of the street.

Jax took off toward the middle of the street.

"Jax!", I yelled, who ignored my call for him.

He shoved the couple police officers surrounding the suspect.

He grabbed the gunman's head and began slamming his face against the street underneath.

The cops didn't pull him off because they all knew that he deserved this and more.

I sat in the police station, waiting to see my husband.

No officer would let me see him and it infuriated me.

I got up from my chair, stomping over to the nearest officer I already harrassed hours ago.

"I need to see my husband. "

"Mam, every officer here has already told you, you're not allowed to see him. "

"Why not? Because he decided to smash a gunman's face in? If you ask me, he did the right thing. That asshole deserved that and more."

"Mam, if you don't calm down, I'm going to have to arrest you."

Wayne walked into the station, looking at me with a puzzled expression as the officer was cuffing my wrists.

"What the hell are you doing?", he asked.

"She's being insubordinate. She left me no choice."

"Matthew, take the god damn cuffs off of her. She just wants to see her husband. "

He did what he was told and I gave him an arrogant smirk.

"Mel, come with me. We're letting him go."

Wayne escorted me to the holding cell where Jax was doing push ups.

Jax stood to his feet, looking past Wayne to look at me.

"Were you here all night?"

"Where else would I be?"

"Did you come alone?"

"No, Clay and Op are outside."

Wayne took out his keys, unlocking the cell.

"I'm out?", Jax asked with surprise laced within his tone.

" Under the circumstances, I'm willing to make an exception for the obstruction of justice charges."

"Thanks."

Jax put on his shirt, exiting the cell.

"I'm sorry about Hale."

"Me too."

Jax nodded, wrapping his arm around me.

"Jax."

Jax and I stopped walking and turned around.

"Yeah?"

"I know what you have to do."

"I'm not worried about retailation, Wayne. I'm focused on gettng our son back."

While Jax and the club continued to work on Abel's possible whereabouts, I decided to make an appointment with Dr. Carver.

"Mrs. Teller.. Mrs. Teller," the nurse carefully shook my leg to wake me up.

I opened my eyes, looking up at the nurse before me.

"Sorry to wake you, but Dr. Carver is ready to see you now."

"Okay, thank you."

I picked up my purse that was on the chair next to me and followed the nurse to Dr. Carver's office.

Dr. Carver stood up from behind his desk, making his way over to me.

"Hi, Ms. Torres. "

"It's Mrs. Teller," I corrected, shaking his extended hand.

"Sorry, Mrs. Teller. Should we wait for your husband to arrive?"

"Uh no, he's not coming."

"Oh.. okay. Please, have a seat."

I sat down in the chair, setting my purse on my lap.

"I'm glad you decided to meet with me today. We can be that much closer to your recovery. I created a file for you, explaining the treatments and the cancer itself."

He handed the large file to me, and I skimmed through it, automatically feeling overwhelmed.

"Do you have any questions for me so far , Mrs. Teller?"

Where do I start?

" Since I'm in the early stages, does it mean my treatments will be as severe as this file is telling me?"

"No, but we have to be consistent with these treatments or else there's a possibility the cancer will become more agressive."

"Can I.. can I take this home and look this over before we press forward with treatments?", I asked, rubbing my forehead to help ease the headache that resided in the front of my skull.

"Yes, of course."

I closed the door to the doctor's office. I opened my purse, stuffing the file inside until I was able to zip it closed.

I headed to the elevator, pushing the down arrow.

The doors opened, revealing Wayne as one of the five people inside of the elevator.

Shit.

"Mel, what are you doing here on the cancer floor," he asked, stepping out of the elevator.

I couldn't think of one fucking lie that sounded remotely plausible.

"Jesus Christ... Mel, you have cancer?"

"Yes."

"Does anyone know? Does Jax?"

"No, no one knows. Until now."

"Mel, you can't keep this shit under wraps."

"Wayne, I can't tell anyone. Not now. Look at what has happened in the past week. I can't add this to Jax's plate. He's hanging on by a thread. I don't want to push him to his breaking point. Please Wayne, you can't tell anyone. And I mean no one."

"Fine. I won't say anything.. I'm really sorry, sweetheart. When did you find out?"

"The day Abel went missing."

"Just don't put this off for too long. You shouldn't go through this alone."

"I won't. Shit just needs to settle a bit first."