"I'm terribly sorry to hear about your boy," Jimmy expressed to her. Sadie could see right through his procedural apology, but her lips remained pursed.

They'd brought her to a house somewhere in the city. They didn't have to blindfold her or anything; she'd have no idea where she was anyway. They didn't try to frighten her, but there was an unspoken understanding of what was going on. "Why am I here?" she demanded. Jimmy motioned towards a chair and reluctantly, Sadie took a seat.

"As you may know, being the mother charter's VP's Old Lady…your boys & I are on hard times," Jimmy began to explain in his most diplomatic way, "Now, I fully intend to make things right between us and the Sons…however…I have known the Sons to be 'shoot first, ask questions later' sort of cowboys and I needed a little insurance…you understand…"

He was talking to her like they were having a friendly chat over tea.

Sadie crossed her arms over her chest, "But taking the VP's Old Lady…don't you think that'll cause more problems than it'll solve? Jax isn't the most…clear-minded when it comes to me…" Hopefully it's still true…

Jimmy smiled. "That he's not…but we aren't going to hurt ye, Sadie... once the Sons and I have settled our differences…we'll send ye on back and we can put this whole mess behind us…"

"You mean once I have my son back…" Sadie shot.

Jimmy chuckled, "I'm sorry to inform you, lovey, we had nothing to do with that…" he explained.

"But you were the one to tell us Abel wasn't in Belfast…you lying Irish Bastard…" Sadie growled.

"To the best of my knowledge, he wasn't. Cameron Hayes was not working for us…" the smile on Jimmy's face began to falter. "Look, deary, your time here will be comfortable and we'll give ye back as soon as possible…but you might want to watch your tongue…because we are quite accustomed to doing things the hard way…"

Sadie shook her head, "This will only hurt your case with the boys…I promise…"

"They have no choice in the matter…. I told you I wouldn't hurt ye & that will stay true…but if they fail to comply or try to kill me….Donny will not hesitate to put a bullet between those pretty eyes of yers…"

Sadie pursed her lips, "Look…we just want my son back…that's the only reason were here…"

"Aye…or at least as far as Clay has told ye…" Jimmy straightened his cuffs. He'd had enough conversation, "Donny & I have an appointment. Sorry to say, you're not invited," he explained. He snapped his fingers and Donny stepped forward, "Though you will be the star," he motioned to a small camera mounted across the room.

Sadie didn't have time to fight before Donny zip-tied her wrists and ankles to the chair and gagged her with a cloth and some tape.

"Smile, sweet child," Jimmy snapped a picture of her on his phone before the men left the house.

Sadie didn't waste her energy in struggling. When the men left she just stared at the camera, slowly attempting to twist her wrists.

- The Sons -

The boys let out church and Jax was feeling no better at finding Abel. Outside, they met up with Fiona and Kerrianne. Chibs was delighted to see them, but under the circumstances they were ushered on to the safe house- Chibs escorted them.

Mounting his bike, Jax' prepay rang. "Hello?"

Clay and Opie waited close to him, waiting to hear the news.

Jax' face slowly darkened until he snapped the phone shut.

"What is it, son?" Clay asked slowly, strapping his helmet to his head.

"Jimmy wants to meet…" Jax started. Clay's eyes narrowed; they needed to kill Jimmy O, this was too easy. Jimmy was avoiding them…

"Is he suicidal or just plain stupid?" Clay asked.

But Jax turned his phone around to show Clay a picture, "He's got Sadie…"

"Goddammit," Clay cursed. Opie frowned, "We haven't even been here for a day…" he said incredulously.

"Jimmy's desperate….he knows we want to hurt him…." Jax growled. "We've got to meet him…"

Clay nodded, "Yeah…we'll meet with the Irish prick…" Clay agreed, "He won't hurt her…he wants something…"

"First my son, and now Sadie…this man has a deathwish…" Jax kicked his bike to life. Clay yelled out the order to the rest of the club and their bikes headed down the damp Irish street with haste.