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Bamby

SPOV

I grabbed Juice's shirt, pulling him to me and kissing him. I grinned against his lips, as he kissed me back even though we both knew there were places he had to be.

"Okay." He pulled back. "I gotta go." I just shook my head, biting my lip. His eyes clouded over, backing me up against the wall. "Scarlett," he warned. I had learnt awhile ago that biting my lip was an instant turn on for him.

"Come on, Juicy boy." I let my hands run over his cut. "Just five more minutes."

Looking him in the eyes, I could see the internal argument he was having with himself. On one hand, he had to go; Jax and Clay had things he needed to do. But on the other hand, he wanted to stay.

Finally, he shook his head, stepping back. "I gotta go, I'm sorry. I gotta go talk to Serg about Cameron."

I slapped his chest, gently but making sure he understood I wasn't happy. "If you had told me it was about Abel, I would have let you go," I scolded.

He sighed, leaning forward to place a quick kiss on my cheek. "I'll call you if there's any news."

I nodded, watching him walk out of the room, leaving me to stand there, my thoughts drifting to Cameron and Abel...

...

I sat in the office of the garage, doing some work. Seeing as mum was gone, it all landed on me to deal with. Tara came around every now and then, but she had her own job to deal with.

Jax walked into the office, sitting down with a sigh. "We need a favour."

I shrugged, not looking up from what I was doing. "Name it."

"We need a few of the Caracara girls. You're still in cantact with them, aren't you?"

It was true, after Luann died, all the girls- well except for Ima and the few that were part of her group- turned to me for help. I had been Luann's right hand man...woman. They trusted me. That, and Lyla and I were pretty good friends now.

"Uh, yeah. Sure. Time and place, I'll have them there." I shrugged. "How much they getting for this?"

"Five k."

"No problem. I'll get it done."

With that, he got up, leaning over to place a kiss on my forehead. "Thanks sis."

I looked up from the paperwirk, seeing him walk out. It was nice that now he had his mind set on finding Abel, he wasn't that mess had been those few days. He was determined, focused, a for to be reckoned with. I was proud of him.

JPOV

I sat on the desk behind Serg, Jax, Bobby and Ope looking to the bounty hunter for any informtaion. Serg had been running through his contacts all morning, doing whatever he could to find something on Cameron, but he didn't get much.

"I got a hit for a Timothy O'Dell. Argutus Lodeg, Vacouver, four days ago. Only stayed one night."

"Then what?" Jax leaned forward to look at the screen.

I shook my head. "Nothing after that."

"Could he have gotten on a plane?"

"Not under that name," I answered Jax, basically telling him we hit a dead end.

"If it were me, I'd pick up another ID. Keep the trail cold," Serg explained.

"Check into the port authority records. See if he registered another boat." Jax was determing to use every last resouce possible, but that request was impossible.

"Limited access, man," Serg sighed. "Hunting bounties is an American privilege. I got no rights in Canada."

"Oh, shit," Jax mumbled, stepping back from the desk in frustration.

"What do you do if you wanna find somebody north of the boarder?" Bobby asked. I mean he was right, there had o be something Serg did, if people jumped, he'd need a way to find them.

"Mercenaries. I got a great guy. No questions asked, first-rate tracker. Needs cash wired to him before he'll start looking. Ten grand a head."

Jax looked to Ope who gave a nod. With that, he turned back to Serg. "Do it."

With Serg now busy organising the tracker guy, we headed off. There was nothing else we could do here, we mays well just go back to the clubhouse.

"Hey, you and my sister. How's it all going?" Jax asked as he got on his bike. "I know she's been taking Half Sack and Hale's death pretty rough."

When I thought about it, she seemed to be fine actually. I mean, she was a mess after Abel and Kip, but after being locked up for the night, she seemed to be back to normal...

"Yeah, we're all good." I shrugged.

"Good. Because we've got a job this afternoon. Lin's throwing a party and we're bring the party favours. Caracara girls." Bobby patted me on the shoulder. "Remember, no sweetbutts, no hookers-"

"No porn-stars," Jax finished.

SPOV

I was still in the office, the pile of work needed to be done almost gone. I had been in here for hours, luckily the guys had left me to work instead of distracting me. My phone vibrated on the table, Tara's name popping up.

Dropping the pen I had been holding, I picked up the phone and answered. "You have no idea how pissed Jax is," I started, skipping the pleasantries.

"I bet," she sighed, something telling me there was a lot going on there.

"What's wrong? Is Nate okay?"

"He shot Tig, that's why I'm here." There was a pause before she went on, her voice low. "Your mum has the caretaker tied up downstairs. Apparently she was going to call the cops on Gemma."

"Shit."

"It's a mess over here, Lett."

I stood up, pacing the office. "You think I can help?"

"Nate did think I was you when I first got here. I think seeing your face might help him calm down. He ran off, and we don't know where he is, but I'm sure he'll be back soon. Having his grandaughter here might help him."

"Okay. Look I've got some stuff I have to finish off here. I'll pack and drive up as soon as I can. Just, make sure no one makes anymore stupid mistakes."

"I'll try." There was noise in the background. "I gotta go. I'll see you later." She hung up without waiting for me to say goodbye back.

I sat back at the desk, ready to race through the last of the work. The faster I got to Nate's the better things would be... I hoped.

...

I parked my car outside of Lin's restaraunt. I wanted to make sure the girls were enough, if not I had a few others knew I could call. Walking in, I found Clay, Jax and Piney by the bar. I hadn't met Lin before, but I was pretty sure the guy in the grey suit behind the bar was him.

"Hey." I walked over to Clay, kissing his cheek.

"You're late." Lin looked me up and down. "Go get changed in the bathroom."

I laughed as Jax stood up to move behind me. "I'm not a porn-star," I told Lin plainly.

"She's my sister." Jax's voice was tense, as he tried to control it. He hated people talking to me like that, calling me a sweetbutt, croweater, whore... or in this case a porn-star.

Lin's eyes went wide. "I'm sorry. I didn't know."

"What are you doing here?" Piney asked, changing the subject.

I shrugged. "Thought I'd come and make sure the girls were good." I let my eyes scan the crowd as Clay spoke.

"Thanks for calling them. We owe you."

"You don't owe-" I cut myself short, my eyes landing on Juice.

He sat at a table, an Asian girl on his lap and another standing next to him. They giggled, hands running all over him. They were barely dressed, in just some simple lingerie- which wasn't even that nice. He smiled at them and I felt my anger boil.

"Son of a bitch." I went to move to him when Jax grabbed my arm.

"Whoa. Scar, not here." He held me back.

Just then, Juice looked up at the bar, his eyes landing on mine. I could see the colour drain from his face at the sight of me, how angry I was. He looked to the girls quickly, realization hitting him.

"Scarlett." He pushed them off, standing up and taking a step towards us.

I just shook Jax's grip off me, storming out of the restaurant. At first I heard Jax coming after me. That was until Chibs yelled out Ope's name and things seemed to go bad for the party. But I didn't care. I just slid into my car, glad I had my packed bag already on the backseat. I turned on the ignition and sped off, heading for Nate's.

JPOV

"Scarlett." I stood up, pushing the girls away at the same time.

I hadn't meant anything by them. We had just been talking. I knew the rules. I wasn't going to sleep with them or anything. We were just talking... but seeing Scarlett's face I knew she thought otherwise.

She stormed out of the bar, Jax about to follow her.

"Hey, Ope. Opie!" Chibs yelled, getting both Jax's and my attention. "Shit!"

Ope headed into the back room where everything was being taped, the Chinese guys getting the full porn-star experience. My guess, Lyla was in there. Ope pushed open the doors.

There was a commotion inside. The guys and I rushed to the doors, ready to help Ope.

"Hey! Let go! Let me go!" one of the Chinese guys yelled as Ope pushed him.

Everything happened then, Sons against Chinese. We defended Ope, he was a brother. Punches were thrown, people all over the place. All I knew was to help Ope get Lyla out of there.

...

I sat on my bike as the guys walked out of the bar, Clay and Lin still inside discussing what the next step was. Chances were, the guns and money were off the table...

Jax and Chibs walked right up to me, both looking pissed. "What the hell were you thinking, Juicy?" Chibs slapped me across the head. "What did we tell you?"

"No sweetbutts, no hookers, no porn-stars," I repeated. "Yeah, I know. We were just talking. I swear."

Jax scoffed shaking his head. "They were all over you. You expect us to believe you were just talking?"

"This is Juice we're talking about." Bobby came to stand by Chibs and Jax. "He's good with computers, but that's about it."

I didn't say anything, not even to defend myself. The best thing for me to do is keep my mouth shut.

Jax pulled out a smoke and nodded. "Look, when we get back to the club house, we'll talk to her. Sort this mess out." He went to walk away but stopped himself, adding. "Next time, stay away from the girls. Don't even look at them. You're lucky my sister didn't rip you to shreds..."

Bamby