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Bamby

SPOV

I stormed into the police station, seeing Unser talking to a few other cops.

He turned to look at me, backing up at the pissed look in my eyes. "I couldn't stop her." He raised his hands up in sureneder.

"Take me to her. Now," I ordered.

He nodded before we headed to the back of the station, making our way to the cells. He unlocked the first gate, before moving to stand in front of the cell where my mum sat. He went to unlock it, but I shook my head.

"You don't want to do that, not with how pissed I am."

He nodded, stepping back. "Well then, I'll uh, leave you two alone," he said, looking between the both of us before leaving.

"You're stubborn and a pain in the ass." I glared at her.

She scoffed. "Just like you, baby girl."

I just rolled my eyes. "What were you thinking? We just got Abel back. Tara's pregnant. I'm pregnant. How am I supposed to get through all of this when you're behind bars?"

She stood, moving to stand in front of me the gate between us. "Sweetheart, trust me. I know what I'm doing. I'm saving this family. Keeping it together."

"How? You'll be locked up. Jax, Clay, Juice. They'll be locked up. If anything you're pulling us apart even more!" I yelled, kicking at the gate in frustration.

Unser walked in, eyes wide with worry. "I think you should go, Letti... people can hear you from the office."

I sighed, stepping away from the cell. I couldn't even look back at my mum, just walk out of there, and back to my car. After the great breakfast, why'd she have to ruin it all?

...

I sat in the office, the guys in church. I was doing paper work, keeping busy while snacking on fries. After telling everyone I was pregnant mum had started going on about when she was pregnant and her cravings. I told them about my thing for fries, which Juice somehow found out because now he had the prospects making sure I had them whenever I wanted.

Chucky rushed in, looking at me as if he was going to burst. "I have to show you something." I went to speak but he continued, "And don't tell me 'later'. It's important."

He grabbed one of the boxes I had thought were full of old paperwork or parts or something. But no. When he placed it on the table and took of the lid my jaw dropped.

Money. Lots and Lots of money.

"When I was working for Lin-"

I lifted my hand, shutting him up. "Tell the guys the story. We need to show them this now." I stood, picking the box up and heading out the office.

"But they're in church," he noted worriedly.

I shrugged, continuing for the clubhouse, pushing through the doors. I had my eyes set on the church doors, pushing through them without even knocking.

All the guys looked to me, Clay frowning. "What are you doing, Letti!? We're in church."

I ignored him, dropping the box on the table in front of Jax as Chucky walked in. "I think you might want to see this." I told all of them before opening the lid of the box, pulling out one of the sheets of counterfeit money.

"Holy shit." Jax stood up, looking in the box.

"Twenties, fifties, hundreds. Three boxes full." I noted.

Chucky, who was shifting excitedly nodded. "When I was running the counterfeit operation for Lin, I was supposed to throw away all the misprints and dirty runs. But I didn't!" He grinned.

I nodded. "Over five mil in fake currency."

The boy, who had been shocked at first, started laughing. Jax and I passing the sheets around. They all examined the money, whistling and chattering happily. There was no doubt the guys needed money for something, they always did. So they could use this for something.

JPOV

Bobby, Scarlett and I packed the counterfeit cash into two bags. Tig and Piney stashed our guns in a couple other bags that we'd keep in the van at the swap, just in case things got rough. While Chibs and Kozik grabbed the bullet proof vests. Once again I found myself wondering how Clay could allow Scarlett to help, even if she was just doing small things.

Clay and Jax walked into the clubhouse, Clay pulling off his cut as he reached for a vest. "We ready?"

"Yeah, two mil, more or less." Bobby nodded as we continued to pack the money.

"KG-9s, shotguns, MAC-10," Tig listed the guns to Clay.

I looked over at Scarlett seeing her eyes on the money, deep in thought. I knew what was going to go down today. I knew how things were likely to end. I couldn't tell her, I wouldn't put that stress on her. But it killed me, knowing I was going to be leaving her with questions.

Chibs handed her one of the vests. "Juicy boy'll help you put it on." He walked off, leaving us.

She turned to me, passing me the vest. "Dress me." She grinned.

Shaking my head, I took the vest, helping her put it on before securing it. It had been agreed that Tara and Scarlett would meet with us after the drop off. At first it was just going to be Tara, but it would be safer if she had someone else with her. And it would look less inconspicuous.

"Tara's here," Happy said, causing as to look up as he spoke to Jax.

I grabbed Scarlett's hand. "Come on." I nodded before leading her outside, a bag of money in my other hand. The other guys right behind us. Jax moved to Tara, the rest of the boys moving to the van. I stopped, passing the bag to Chibs as he walked by before turning to Scarlett. "You don't have to do this."

She shrugged. "I'll keep Tara safe, and she'll keep me safe. We'll be fine." She leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on my lips.

I closed my eyes, my hands moving to rest on her waist as I held her there against my lips. I wanted to savour this moment, the taste and feel of her. If things did go wrong...

I pulled back just enough to look in her eyes. "I love you."

"I know." She kissed me again, pulling back. "I love you."

"Juicy boy!" Chibs yelled.

Sighing I stepped back. "Be safe."

"You too." She nodded before we went our separate ways. She moved over to Tara's car, jumping in with her, while I walked over to the guys, a heavy weight on my shoulders.

SPOV

I leaned against Tara's car next to her as we waited for the guys. I was nervous as hell, and I could tell Tara was too. If the guys didn't show up soon, something would have gone wrong...

It was our job to take Jimmy back to the clubhouse. The Russians would think he'sin the van with the guys, when in actually fact he'll be with us- and the prospects who'll be making sure we get to the clubhouse safely.

"I feel sick." I groaned, leaning forward.

Tara's hand rested on my back comfortingly. "They'll be fine. Don't stress yourself out."

"Easier said then done." I gave a bitter laugh.

The sound of the bikes approaching had Tara step away from the car and move to the back of it. I watched, still leaning forward. The stress of everything, knowing the guys were in potential danger, had my stomach doing flips. The van stopped beside the car, the guys just up ahead. Taking a deep breath, I readied myself before moving to join Tara.

"You okay?" Jax asked me, looking worried.

Tara handed Tig the keys while the rest of the guys moved to get Jimmy out of the van. Juice looked over at me, just as worried as my brother. But I just nodded to them, reassuringly.

"I'll be fine. It's just the stress."

With that, Juice turned back to the other guys to help move Jimmy from the van to the boot of Tara's car. Jax kissed my forehead, not completely convinced. Over his shoulder I could see Clay watching me carefully. I swear it was like the moment they found out I was pregnant they started thinking I was going to pop right there and then.

The trunk closed, Jax looking to me one last time before getting back to work.

I sighed, turning around, only to bump right into Juice. He cupped my cheek, pulling me against his lips in a deep, loving kiss.

"Come on. Let's go. She'll be okay." Tig patted him on the shoulder.

We separated, nodding to one another before they ran back over to their bikes. Tara and the three prospects already in the car waiting for me. I quickly jumped in, putting my seat belt on before she drove off...

...

The guys pulled into the lot, Tara and I stood waiting as the got off their bikes. I noticed Jax wasn't there, and I felt myself begin to worry once more. Where could he be?

"He's fine," Juice assured us as he moved to standing in front of me. "He just had to go do something, but I promise you he's okay." The tension left both Tara and I.

I nodded, letting Juice pull me into a hug. "Thank God." I sighed, glad they were all safe and sound back home.

Even though Chibs, Ope, Piney and Kozik were still gone, doing something completely different, I knew they were safe too.

Tara left us alone as Juice kept me in his arms, holding me to him. I breathed him in, melting in his embrace as I felt all my sense fill with him. I hadn't felt this relaxed in ages. Resting my head on his chest, listening to the constantly thrum of his heart beat. It was a perfect moment.

Jax rode into the lot, catching our attention, a car following right behind him. I frowned as I watched Jax stop his bike and get off, moving to Clay. Stahl and some other ATF agents got out of their vehicles, heading over to Clay and Jax.

I stepped out of Juice's arms, moving to my family, confused...

"Good afternoon," Stahl started. "Where's Jimmy O?" When there was no answer she just sighed, "Look, I can have a dozen agents here in 20 minutes and they'll shred this white trash shit hole."

I glared at her, my hate always seeming to grow each time she opened her fat mouth. Bitch.

Clay, after a moment of just standing there, looking at Stahl and the agent beside her, turned to Juice from where he still stood where I left him. "Get him."

The garage roller door opened, Tig and Juice getting Jimmy out of Tara's trunk. Stahl, Jax and the other agent moved to stand in front of the garage, as I took a step closer to mum. There was something not quite right about all of this. How did Stahl know he was here?

"Thank goodness for the American justice system." Jimmy grinned as he was released from his bonds, only to be dragged to the ATF car.

"Jimmy O'Phealan. You're being taken into custody on suspicion of conspiracy to commit a terrorist act," Stahl told him, running through the usually cop crap.

I caught Juice's eye, seeing him look pissed, that biker look he hardly ever wore in front of me. All the guys seemed pissed actually, listening to Jimmy ramble about how they lost.

Clay turned to Stahl. "How'd you know he was here?"

She looked to him as if deciding whether or not to say before turning to Jax, a smug look on her face. "Because your VP made a deal."

My heart stopped, along with time. I knew what that meant. For Jax. For the club. For everyone. They were going to kill him. They were going to get locked up, and they were going o kill him. My dad, my boyfriend, my family. They were going to rip him to pieces until he was a bloody mess.

"You son of a bitch!" Jax yelled, pulling me out of my head, as he went for Stahl, only to be pushed back by another agent.

"What?" Tig's face twisted in rage.

"What is she talking about?" Clay asked, he guys ganging up on Jax.

"You made a deal for Jimmy?" Tig's eyes were murderous. "What?"

I grabbed mum's hand. "Mum..."

"You ratted?" Bobby pushed Jax. "You ratted!?"

"I had no choice! Look at everything we'll be facing!"

"All this time we've been tracking Jimmy, you knew you were gonna turn him over to this bitch?" Clay gestured to Stahl.

Juice walked up to Jax, my heart falling at the hatred and rage he had for my brother. "He blew up five of our men! Chibs lost his nephew."

I felt myself breaking. "Mum..."

Mum- who'd gotten out on bail- pushed past them all, trying to help my brother and her son. "She made him do it. It wasn't his fault. He wasn't a rat." Bobby just grabbed her, pushing her back.

"You're dead! You hear me? You are dead!" Clay went for Jax, only to be held back by two agents. "Dead!"

"You are." Tig pointed to him as they all started to get pulled away by agents.

Juice looked Jax up and down. I had never seen such a hate filled face on him before, and it was towards my brother. I felt my head spin as I watched them get dragged to the cop car, handcuffs being put on. My stomach turned and twisted, my insides coming undone as I watched the scene unfold before me.

Tara ran to Jax, throwing her arms around him desperately.

I looked to Stahl, that smug look on her face. I wanted nothing more than to rip it off her. But I couldn't, not now. Not when my brother was about to get shipped off, and the chances of me ever seeing him again were nonexistent.

I rushed over to Jax, my arms wrapping around his waist as I cried against his chest. He held me with his only free arm, kissing my forehead.

"I love you." I sobbed against him, I needed him to know that, before they killed him...

He nodded, letting me go, the agent pushing him along. "I love you too, sis."

As I turned, my eyes landed on the rest of the guys as they stared a Jax murderously. They were going to kill him. He ratted. It's what they have to do. But I couldn't help myself, I had to at least try.

I pushed the agent away from Juice, grabbing his face and kissing him fiercely, like I had never done before. Pulling back, tears running down my face, I refused to look up at him, scared of the hate I'd see there. "Don't do this. He's my brother. Don't do this. Not to me. Please" I cried.

"Let's go." The agent tugged on Juice's arm, leading him to the back of the line as the guys were shoved into the ATF van.

I hugged myself, as tears continued to run down my face. Devastation. Grief. And loss. I shook as I stood there looking at the ground. How was I supposed to feel? What was I supposed to think? My brother, my best friend, a rat. My boyfriend, my love, a soon to be murderer.

...

I sat on the bed, tears falling from my eyes as I stared down at the ultrasound picture of my babies. I didn't want to see anyone. I didn't want to talk to anyone. The pain in my heart burned me too much to feel anything but the fear of what was to come. My boyfriend and his brothers, were going to kill my brother.

A light tap on the door sounded, though I didn't speak. I couldn't. The door opened, the three prospects stepped in- there was only three because Shepard had run off. Phil, Miles and Jordan just stood there, looking at me with pitiful eyes.

It was Jordan that walked forward, two envelopes in hands. "Jax said for you to read these, and then burn them."

I looked from the envelopes to him, breaking my silence, my voice shaking. "What are they?" I asked, wiping tears away from my cheeks.

"We don't know." He shrugged, hand still outstretched.

I nodded, taking the envelopes from him. With that they left, closing the door behind them, allowing me to read alone. I opened the first one, addressed from Jax...

Hey Scar,

If you are reading this, it means Stahl and Jimmy are dead... and the club will be doing short time.

I'm sorry it had to be like this. I'm sorry to put you through this. I know how painful it must have been for you, but I couldn't tell you and neither could Juice. It would have made you an accessory. It was a club vote.

I'd never turn on my club or my family. I'm not our father.

The club knew about Stahl and the deal. It was the only way to keep mum from going to jail and to shorten our time.

I know it must have scared you when you thought I was a rat and the guys found out about the deal. It was all an act. I promise. I'd never put you or mum in a situation where you'd have to chose. Clay, Juice, the rest of the guys, they won't kill me. They won't hurt me. I'll be okay.

I know we'll be locked up when you and Tara have your babies, and I'm sorry we can't be there for you. I know you'll do a great job looking after your children, and you'll be a great aunt for Abel and my unborn son.

I love you, sis.

Jackson.

I dropped the letter to my lap, staring at the words in front of me. A weight lifted off my shoulders, the grip on my chest and heart vanishing. He was going to be okay. He was going to be safe.

I lifted the next letter, Juice's name written in the corner of the envelope. Opening it, I took a deep breath, readying myself for what message he might have for me.

Scarlett,

By now I'll be gone. Stahl and Jimmy are dead.

I know you must be confused and scared. The deal Jax made wasn't real. The club knew about it, and we had voted not to share the news with anyone else. If you had known, it would put you in danger...

I would never hurt Jax. He is your brother. He is my brother.

I know the club must always come first, and it's always been like that for me. But now that I have you, and our babies, things are different. You will always be the most important thing in my life. After years of trying to find a family, I finally found one in you.

The short time I will spend in county will be the hardest for me, and maybe even you. It pains me to know you'll be so far away, but I trust the rest of the club will protect and care for you.

I love you more than words can describe. You make this life just that little bit brighter, completing that missing piece I had been searching for, for so long.

Be safe. I love you.

Juice.

The End...

Bamby