A/N: Thanks for all of the positive reviews. This chapter is a little different but I hope that everyone enjoys it!

A month later, Juice and Sara arrived in her home town of Lake Charles. It wasn't as small as Charming, but it wasn't as large as a bustling big city either. Truth be told that was one of the reasons she liked Charming so much. It reminded her of home. No one seemed in a rush to get anywhere.

Sara rested her hand on Juice's knee as he drove the rental car toward her parents' home.

"You know it would have been easier to let me drive since I actually know where I am going." said Sara laughing at Juice's need to seem macho.

They had just spent three days packing the last of her things in Baton Rouge. Now they were on the last leg of their trip.

Juice quirked an eyebrow at her but then flashed a smile. "I'd like to learn where I am going. Besides, how many men really like to ride in the passenger side of the car while their wife drives? Biker or not?"

Sara smirked a little and said, "How 1950's of you, Juan. You are going to turn left at the next intersection. And you called me your wife."

Juice laughed and asked, "1950's? And you will be my wife soon enough."

Juice followed her directions and in a short time they were pulling up to an old two-story home that had a covered wraparound porch on the first and second floors. The house looked old and worn out as if it had seen better days. But when Juice looked over at Sara, he could see the appreciative smile on her face. This was home. Juice parked in a dirt patch near the house that set far back away from the road.

Sara smiled brightly and said, "The shipping container is actually here on time. Now we can get started moving my boxes into it. It is rare that moving goes off without a hitch. Something always falls through at the last minute. Maybe you are a good luck charm."

Juice chuckled and said, "I've never been called that, but I will take it." He climbed out of the car surveying the area. He had to admit there was something homey about the property.

Juice heard a distinctive clucking sound from around the house. He frowned and asked "Chickens?"

Sara laughed and nodded. "We have a chicken coop out back. We use the eggs for our own personal use. You'll be having breakfast with some of those eggs in the morning."

Sara climbed out of the car and closed the door. "Doesn't look like anyone is home. My mom should be home soon and my father is probably out selling the weekend's catch."

Juice walked around to the trunk, retrieving their bags, and followed Sara up the front stairs of the house. A board on stairs popped off and Juice's foot nearly went into the hole, but he was able to catch himself by leaning against the banister.

Sara frowned and asked, "Are you okay? I'll have to tell Daddy about that step. It likes to pry itself loose every couple of years."

"I am fine," said Juice. He set the bags down to get a look at the loose board. "If you want you can show me where the tools are and I can nail it back into place. Doesn't look like it'd be too hard."

Sara unlocked the front door and walked into the house with Juice. "That would be great. I can help you. I am pretty handy with a hammer," said Sara with a smile.

Juice picked up the bags and chuckled. "Oh? You are handy with a hammer too? You are just trying to show me up today. I like that." He pinched her on the butt since they were alone.

Sara giggled when he pinched her on the butt and playfully swatted his hand away. "Well, this is home sweet home," said Sara looking around at the house that she had grown up in.

It hadn't changed a bit over the years. She smiled looking up the large walnut staircase. The same oriental print runner was running down the stairs.

"To the left is the living room. To the right is the dining room. And if you go down the hall you'll see the den and kitchen. There is a powder room down that way too. Come on. I'll show you upstairs."

She walked Juice upstairs to her bedroom. Sara pushed opened the door and smiled seeing fresh flowers sitting on the night stand table. "Lilies... my favorite. Mama always remembers to get flowers for my room when I am coming home," said Sara with a smile. She walked over to sniff the flowers.

Juice set their bags down on the bed and said, "Nice room. It is like a time capsule of when you left."

Juice's eyes scanned over the pictures of friends and family that lined the bedroom walls along with posters of classic rock bands. Juice walked over to her dresser and looked at the pictures from high school stuck to the mirror. He chuckled seeing all of her friends. "You were quite popular."

Sara laughed and said, "No, my room hasn't changed one bit even though, before I went to Italy, I had moved out to Baton Rouge with Lola. I took a job out there working at a college."

She walked over to the mirror and looked at the pictures with Juice. She smiled wistfully and said, "That all seems like a lifetime away now."

Juice noted the sadness in her voice but decided not to push her. She was still holding onto whatever secret she had with a death grip. He figured while they were in her hometown he might pick up a few more clues about just what that secret was.

Juice had a seat on her bed and said "Comfy..."

Sara turned around and chuckled seeing Juice bouncing on her bed a bit making the springs creak under his weight.

Sara said, "Juice, my parents are old-fashioned. Even though we are living together back home. They aren't going to be okay with the two of us sharing a room while we are here. I should have said something about that before we came here. I'm sorry."

Juice chuckled and said, "That is not a problem. Trust me, I have sisters. I wouldn't want some guy they weren't married to sleeping in the same bed with them. Living together or not. I can just get a hotel room while we are here. It is only for a night anyway."

He stood up and walked over to Sara taking her hands in his.

"No, that isn't necessary. There is a pull out couch in the den downstairs. I know it is selfish, but I'd like to have you here with me," Sara said with a smile.

The only time Juice and Sara ever spent the night apart was when he had a run to go on with the club. Even if they couldn't be in the same bed together she still wanted them to be in the same house.

He chuckled and said, "Alright, then that is what we will do. Well, no one is here right now... does that mean that I can steal a kiss?" Juice leaned in and kissed Sara.

"Think again, Bubba." said a male voice from the doorway.

Sara turned around and grinned seeing her younger brother Zeke standing at the door in running shorts and a tank top.

"Zeke? Did you just get home?" Sara rushed over to Zeke and hugged him.

Zeke smiled and said, "I was just down the road cutting Mrs. Tilly's lawn. I was finishing up when Mr. Boyer down the road called over to say that a strange car was at the house. I figured it was you, so I came home."

As Zeke released from the hug, he added, "Mama was expecting you yesterday. She wasn't happy when you switched up and changed til today."

Sara laughed and said "I see Mr. Boyer is still as nosey as ever. And I know that we were supposed o be here yesterday but..."

"But the less time Mama and Daddy spend with your new man friend the better," said Zeke, laughing at his sister.

Sara smiled and pinched his nose. "Oh hush! Zeke, I want to introduce you to my fiancé."

Sara took her younger by the hand and pulled him over to where Juice was standing. "Zeke this is my fiancé, Juan Ortiz. But you can call him Juice. Juice this is my younger brother Zeke."

"It is nice to meet you man. Your sister as told me a lot about you," said Juice shaking Zeke's hand. "But when she described you I was expecting a much smaller little brother," added Juice, noticing that Zeke was damn near his height.

Sara laughed and said, "Sorry. He is always going to be my baby brother. He looks like a baby to me." That thought was laughable because, in her flat tennis shoes, Zeke and Sara were the same height.

Zeke shook his head. "She always acts like that. It is nice to meet you too. I was wondering if SJ was going to bring you home considering the two of you are engaged."

Sara quirked an eyebrow at Zeke.

"No, I haven't told Dad and Mama anything. That is a funeral all your own. And I am glad that I am going to be front and center for it. I just wish Archie was here to share in the fun. He'd get a real kick out of it. You and a biker... who would have ever thought it."

Sara laughed and said, "I wish that Archie was here too. But when he comes back to the States in a few months he's already got his new orders for San Diego. So maybe Juice and I will be able to take a drive down there so that he can meet my favorite big brother."

Zeke smirked and said, "I am glad that you added 'big' to that brother, or I would have felt slighted. I am going to go meet up with my girlfriend. I'll be back for dinner. Dad should be back in soon."

He walked over and shook Juice's hand again. "Keep off of my sister," he said with a smile.

Zeke walked out of the bedroom leaving Juice and Sara alone.

Sara laughed and said, "Well, now you've met Zeke. He is a little nuts, but he is my sweet baby brother, and I love him. He is right though. My parents are going to hit the roof when they find out I am engaged without them even meeting you first. Are you sure you are ready for this?"

Juice chuckled and said, "It is a little late to turn back now. We are already here. Are you worried? I'm not worried."

Juice figured he'd be respectful and try his best to get along with her parents but at the end of the day whether they liked him or not wasn't going to change his intentions of marrying their daughter.

"I mean I could always take off my engagement ring. I don't have to tell them about us while we are here. I can always call once we are back in Charming," Sara proposed, looking up into his eyes nervously.

Sara's mother was absolutely smitten with her ex-boyfriend Willie so she knew off the bat that Livvie Reed wasn't going to like Juice for that reason alone. And her father wouldn't be pleased with the tattoos, Mohawk, or the biker aspect of his life.

Juice looked down at her engagement ring. "I don't want that at all. You are my fiance, and I am going to make you my wife. There is nothing more beautiful than that. And them not liking me... well I hope they do. But if they don't... that is more of a 'them' problem than an 'us' problem. Take a deep breath, baby. I am not going anywhere."

Sara laughed softly and kissed him softly. "You are one in a million, Juice. My mother is going to be upset that we are only staying for one night. Our trip to Baton Rouge took longer than I expected."

Juice said, "Well, you had a good time showing me around Baton Rouge. There are a lot of good bars there, and I think we managed to go to most of them." He kissed her softly and caressed back. "Try not to worry. No matter how this turns out. We are okay."

Sara smiled and said "Okay...I am going to go get a shower. After that car ride I could use a hot shower." Sara smiled at him. She grabbed her back and headed down the hall to the bathroom.

Juice chuckled and said, "Yeah, this trip can't end soon enough."

If they were at home he'd be following her into the shower. But he was respectful of the fact that they were in her parents' home. Juice headed downstairs to get a look at the front step.

Zeke walked out of the front door about to head off to see his girlfriend. He stopped when he saw Juice looking at the step and said, "I'll see to that when I come back home."

"Actually, Sara wants to start moving boxes after her shower. It will be harder having to jump over the hole. I can fix it myself. Do you think you could point me in the direction of a hammer and some nails?" asked Juice.

Zeke nodded and said, "Sure. I'll be right back."

Zeke hopped down the stairs and jogged over to his father's work shed and grabbed a tool box. He walked back over to Juice and said, "Here you go. Just put it back when you are done with it."

Juice nodded and said, "Thanks."

He started working on the stair and Zeke hopped into is truck and took off.

About 30 minutes later, Sara stood at the top of the stairs and called down.

"Juice?"

Juice was sitting outside taking in the unfamiliar landscape. He heard Sara yelling for him and chuckled.

Juice walked into the house and up the stairs to meet her. "Is this how you are going to call for me once we are married?" asked Juice chuckling.

Sara blushed a little and said, "I didn't feel like walking all the way down the stairs. I am going to get enough of that as we start moving these boxes out of the house. That is actually what I was calling you for. Would you come up to the crawl space with me? A lot of my boxes are up there. I could use the help bringing them down."

Juice laughed and said, "I profess my love for you, and then you put me to work. Come on. Show me where this crawl space is."

Juice followed Sara into the hallway and pulled down the staircase for the crawl space. "I am guessing you want me to crawl up there while you stay down here looking pretty and clean." He pecked her on the lips and then climbed up the stairs.

"Love you..." said Sara with a giggle. "All of my boxes should have my name and the room they go to on the side of the box. Just start passing them down to me and I will stack them up."

"Love you too." said Juice with a wink. He looked around and spotted her boxes. He started handing them to Sara.

"How much stuff does one woman need? I think we cleared something like 25 boxes out of Lola's house in Baton Rouge. I am counting at least 20 up here."

Sara laughed as she lined the boxes against the wall. "I have a lot of belongings. I've been on my own for a long time now. I have a couple of households worth of stuff. I will probably have a yard sale for some of this stuff at some point. You are just lucky I got rid of all of my furniture already."

It took about an hour to get all of the boxes out of the crawl space and down to the waiting storage container. Juice went back into the house to get the last load of boxes so that Sara could start organizing them in the storage container she wanted to.

Just then Beau Reed pulled up in front of his family's home and spotted his daughter's car. He smiled seeing her walking out of the storage container.

"Sweet pea!" said Beau picking Sara up off of her feet and swinging her around. "Your mama said you wouldn't be here until this evening."

Sara giggled and hugged him. "Hi Daddy. Well, we got an early start this morning, and I decided to get a head start on the packing that way we could spend more of our evening with you, Mama, and Zeke."

Beau set her back down onto the ground. "You've been gone away from home for too long. You were supposed to be gone for a couple weeks for that road trip and wedding, and then you tell us that you are spending the whole summer out there."

Sara smiled sheepishly and said, "Lola and I just really fell in love with the small town charm of Charming. And I met a good man. In fact I'd really like for you to meet him. He should be bringing out the last load of boxes any minute. I was hoping maybe we could keep the talk of Willie to a minimum." She looked at him with pleading eyes.

"I am just glad to see you smiling. Been a long time since I've seen a real one on your face. I'll do what I can to put a muzzle on your mother. But you know Livvie... once she is set on something, wild horses can't pull her in another direction," Beau warned.

Beau had never been fond of Willie. He didn't like a slick man that had an answer for everything. Always made him think the boy was a con artist of some sort. It wasn't until too late that Beau learned that he was something far worse than a con artist.

Sara heard the wood frame screen door bang against the house as Juice struggled to carry out three of her boxes. Sara motioned toward the house and chuckled. "And that is Juan. I'd better help him."

Beau spotted Sara's engagement ring glinting in the afternoon sun. He lightly grabbed her hand and asked, "You want to say something about this?"

Sara said, "Ohh... wow. I really wanted to wait until later when we had you and Mama together before you saw that."

Sara shoved her hand into her pocket and groaned. "Juan and I are engaged. We have been for something like a month but it just didn't feel right to tell you and Mama over the phone like that. I wanted to wait until we were in person."

Juice walked over setting the boxes down on the groaned he wiped his hands off on his jeans. "You must be Mr. Reed. It is very nice to meet you."

"It would have been nice to meet you before you put a ring on my daughter's finger," said Beau, not mincing words.

"What sort of man proposes to a woman without ever meeting her folks?" Beau queried. It was then that his eyes took in the sight before him. "Just what in hell's name do you do, son?"

Juice said, "I am a mechanic."

"You look like some sort of ex-con with all of those tattoos. It used to be a time when the only people with tattoos were sailors, convicts, and bikers." said Beau.

Juice glanced at Sara. He wasn't wearing his cut at the moment because they had been moving things around. "Actually, I am a part of a motorcycle club."

Beau's jaw clenched and said, "SJ is a real naive girl. She's gotten herself into trouble once before not seeing a man's true colors."

"Daddy!" pleaded Sara.

Beau said, "I want to see you inside SJ. NOW."

Beau walked over to his truck and grabbed a wooden crate of seafood that would be tonight's dinner. He carried that crate into the house not saying another word.

Sara sighed deeply watching her father make his way into the house. Sara turned her attention to Juice. "I've got to go and talk to him. I'm really sorry about this Juice. But you might have held back the biker part."

She smiled at him to let him know that she was only joking. She knew that being a Son was who he was and she'd never ask him to deny that. Not even to appease her parents.

Sara turned and jogged into the house after her father. She walked into the kitchen where she knew she'd find him. "Daddy, how could you be so rude?"

"You were just out there asking me to keep your mother from bringing up Willie. But here you are bringing home a man that might be just as bad." said Beau, exasperated.

"He is nothing like Willie! Juice is a good man. He would never hurt me. He has to be one of the kindest, gentlest, sweetest men that have ever met. You and Mama always told me to not judge a book by its cover. Well, I didn't with him and I made the right decision."

"How do you know that? You've only known him a couple of months. Everyone can put their best foot forward in that amount of time. But you are talking about marrying this man. Marriage is forever. How do you know that he won't drop this act in a couple of months? I watched you suffer after Willie killed Emerson. I heard you down the hall having nightmares about him breaking out of prison to kill you too. You were at least here during the Willie situation. You are going to be all the way out in California. If this man hurts you... darlin', I am going to be too far away to protect you and that scares the hell out of me."

"You can't just rewrite history to suit your point of view," said Sara.

She stormed out of the house and went out to her Tahoe. She climbed in and honked the horn at Juice.

Juice walked out of the storage container and saw her on the passenger side of the car. He shook his head but jogged over to the car and climbed in.

"Where are we going?" asked Juice starting up the car.

"I don't know right now... just drive please," said Sara fighting to hold back the tears that were ready to fall.

Juice nodded and pulled out of the yard and took off down the road they had come down. He didn't say anything at first. He just let her cry. He drove for awhile before finally finding a public place to pull off the road. He parked at a playground and turned off the car.

"Just drive... please," Sara sniffled.

"I will if you tell me what is going on. I've been patient with not asking questions about this boyfriend... but I think at this point you might need to come clean," said Juice letting her know he meant business.

Sara groaned and looked in her glove box for tissues. She attempted to dry her tears.

"In high school I dated this guy named William. He came from a prominent family. We were the perfect couple... so everyone said. But William was controlling even at that age. But everyone was always telling me how lucky I was that William Rabeaux was in love with little old me." Sara paused to dab her eyes.

Continuing her tale, she said, "He graduated high school two years before I did. But he went to college out in Baton Rouge and he drove home every weekend to see me. He'd call me every night to make sure I wasn't going out with any other guys. My mother always thought it was so sweet. He was a real gentleman she said. Of course she didn't know everything. I didn't tell her. All she saw was the face he put forward for her and Daddy.

Eventually, I graduated high school and everyone expected me to go to Baton Rouge to be with Willie. But I wanted to get as far away as I could. Lola and I both got accepted to the University of Michigan. So I went there to get away from William. I was so far away I could only come home for Christmas and the summer. I came home that Christmas and he acted so sweet and nice the first day I got home. He took me for a drive and stopped out in the middle of nowhere...

And he put a ring on my finger. He told me that we were going to get married, so I best find out about how to transfer back home where I belonged. I told him I couldn't just leave Lola behind.

And this look just came over his face, and he twisted my arm behind my back. He got real close to my face and told me that I was his girl and no school or no bitch was going to keep me away from him.

I was scared witless. I just told him what he wanted to hear. How much I loved him and couldn't be without him. And that I would transfer back and we could get married in the summer.

He took me back home and for the rest of the holiday I had to spend every day pretending that I was his beloved fiancé. I went back to school and I broke up with him over the phone. I didn't come home for the summer. I stayed in Michigan with Lola. We got our own apartment there, and we worked that summer being nannies.

By the next Christmas I had to come home. My parents were missing me, and I was missing them. So I came home, but I brought my new boyfriend, Emerson. He promised he'd keep William away from me no matter what. And it worked - even though my mother invited William over to the house several times. Emerson made sure that he was at my side and kept him away.

One night Emerson and I went to a bar to shoot pool. We had a real good time. We left and headed back to my parents' house. We were supposed to leave out the next morning to go to Baton Rouge and stay a couple of days of Lola and her mother. While we were driving a car came up behind us and then sped up next to us. I looked over and saw that it was Willie. He slammed into us and sent is careening off the side of the road into a ravine. The car flipped and Emerson was killed. And I was badly injured. I was in the hospital for a couple days. Willie was out on bail and he came to my hospital room and told me that next time he'd make sure I was dead. I was his or I was nobody's at all.

He was charged with vehicular homicide and driving while intoxicated. He was sentenced to no less than 20 years. The prosecution couldn't prove that he had tried to kill Emerson and me, so they went with the charges that they knew they could prove - he was driving recklessly and he was drunk.

My mother thinks it is all just one big mistake. It was an accident and that he is a good man, and that I should give him another shot. He writes these sacrine sweet letters to me and sends them here. After what happened to me here, I've never moved back home. When I graduated from college, I moved to Baton Rouge with Lola. And I lived there until I took off for Italy for two years. And when I came back from Italy I went back to living there even though Lola was out in Santa Barbara."

Sara finally took a breath and continued dabbing her tear-stained eyes. She couldn't look at Juice at that moment.

Juice felt like his brain was frying with all of the information that he had received. He didn't know what to do other than to wrap his arms around Sara and hold her. Now he understood her reluctance. He understood her fear. All he could think about was ripping this guy's spine out. He almost wished the freak wasn't in the State Penitentiary.

Tig stood outside of an antique shop shaking his head. He couldn't believe that he had let Lola talk him into this shit. Tig had spent his afternoon shopping for office furniture with Lola. The only reason he agreed to go was because Sara was out of town and Lyla canceled on her at the last minute because Piper was sick. Tig didn't like the idea of her going three hours away by herself, so he decided to make the trip with her. He took the last drag of his cigar as he heard the bell on the store door chime.

Lola walked over and laughed. "I am done shopping. We can go home now. The furniture for my office will be delivered by the end of the week."

She paused for a moment and leaned up to kiss him on the lips. "Thank you for coming up here with me. I know you have other things you'd rather be doing. Like working out the odds for this week's game."

Lola climbed into the car and put on her seatbelt.

Tig smirked a little and said, "You can just pay me back later. Let's get out of here."

Tig climbed into her Ford Escape and got them on the road back home. He hated being in cars. He was much more comfortable on his bike.

Lola yawned tiredly. "I think I am going to get a nap while you drive, babe. I am feeling really tired. All of that fucking throwing up is killing me. I can't believe this shit can last for months. No one tells you about the truly horrible fucking shit that comes with pregnancy."

He laughed and said, "Your tits might get bigger. I am looking forward to that shit."

Lola laughed at him and said, "I'm already a fucking D cup. But then I think I am my tits' biggest fan. That's why I like wearing low cut shirts. I do love for my best asset to be on display."

Tig chuckled. "I like it too. It was the first thing I noticed about you when I met you at the garage that day. You had an amazing rack, and I knew I wanted to get to know that rack - in the biblical sense."

"You are such a pervert. But I love that about you. I just love you period." said Lola with a grin.

She didn't bother waiting on Tig to say it back because... well, he rarely did. She didn't mind though. Lola came from a family of men that weren't affectionate. You were never sure if they loved you, hated your guts, or just didn't give a fuck about you. Some days Tig fell into that category. She couldn't tell how he felt about her. She knew that he liked having her around. She knew that he cared about her. And from time to time he even said that he loved her. But she often wondered how true that was. She just smiled at him and grabbed a blanket from the backseat and pulled it over herself. She put in an Eagles CD and closed her tired eyes.

Tig had been feeling the pressure since Lola agreed to move to Charming. He knew that it was a leap of faith on her part and he was trying not to screw it up. But screwing things up was sort of his forte. He wasn't known for having successful long-term relationships. In fact he was better known for either having short, bad, sex-driven relationships or long, really fucked-up relationships. He was still trying to figure out which one Lola would be.

He wondered if she truly understood what she was signing herself up for. There were no simple fixes in his life and more often than not things got more fucked up before they got better. And to top it off Lola was psychotic in her own right. He didn't know if that made the situation better or worse. She had moments when it looked like she was just going to flame out of control. All he knew was that he loved her and that he did want to be without her. He just didn't know what the cost to her would be in the end.

Tig drove for an hour before he had to stop to refill the tank. He pulled up to the pump and then headed inside to pay. He grabbed a soda and came back out to pump the gas.

A familiar face pulled up at the gas station and watched Tig pump gas. He immediately panicked thinking that Tig was there to hunt him down. Darby sped off from the gas station trying to figure out what to do. He had been hiding from SAMCRO for a couple of months now. His big push into Charming had been a big failure resulting in all of his cook shops meeting a fiery end and several of his men dying or just getting beaten severely.

Lola woke up when Tig started pumping the gas. The gasoline smell made her nauseated. She groaned, realizing that she had to pee. Lola hopped out of the car grabbing her purse. She walked around the car and said, "I'll be back... I need snacks and a bathroom." She crinkled her nose at the bathroom part.

Tig chuckled and nodded. "I'll be here..."

Tig finished filling the tank and climbed in the car waiting on Lola to come back out. After waiting five minutes he pulled away from the pump and up to the front of the gas station wondering what was taking her so long to come back out. He climbed out of the car and walked toward the door only to be greeted by Lola.

Lola laughed and said "Sorry, babe. They have a sub shop in here, and I couldn't resist getting a toasted sub. I am starving."

Tig laughed when he saw the two bags in her hand and asked, "Did you get me something?"

"Of course did. I bought some chips and stuff. Our subs should be ready in a minute." sad Lola. She kissed his lips and handed him the bags with the junk food in it.

He laughed and asked, "How many snacks do you need for the rest of this two hour ride?"

"Hey, cut me some slack. I was too sick this morning to eat breakfast. So all I had was that little lunch we had, and it is dinner time now," said Lola. Then she walked back into the gas station to wait on their food.

Tig chuckled and walked back over to the SUV to toss the bags of snacks into the car. He leaned against it while he waited for Lola to get finished in the gas station. He smiled a few minutes later when she walked back out of the gas station.

"Are we ready to go now?" asked Tig, walking back over to her to grab the drinks from her hand.

Lola laughed and said, "Yes, I am ready to go now." Lola paused when she saw a familiar face watching them. She attempted to discreetly get Tig's attention. "Darby is across the street..." whispered Lola.

Tig shook his head looking in the bags but paused hearing Lola. He said "Let's get in the car so I can get a better look."

But the next thing he heard was the roar of an engine sounding like it was coming right for them. He turned around looking behind him and only had a split second to shove Lola out of the way of the oncoming truck. Tig managed to jump out of the way as well.

The truck ran into the curb fairly hard, but backed up, did a quick u-turn, and gunned it out of the parking lot.

Tig wouldn't have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes. The driver had been Darby. The club had been looking for Darby since May, and no one could find him. Now he knew why. Darby was living two hours away from home. Tig turned his attention to Lola on the ground next to him. "Are you okay?"

Lola struggled to get to her feet but groaned in pain. Tig had knocked her out of the way of the truck and into a parked car. He saved her life, of course, but also caused her some serious pain in the meantime.

She nodded slightly and said, "Yeah. I'm fine..."

Tig got to his feet and helped her up. "Are you sure that you are okay?" asked Tig seriously.

"I am okay... I think." said Lola nodding at him. "What was that?" asked Lola.

"Darby knew that he had been spotted," said Tig. "We need to get back to Charming."

This wasn't something that he could tell the guys over the phone. They needed to be sitting around the redwood table making plans on how to eliminate this prick.

Lola nodded and said, "Okay."

She picked her purse up from the ground and gingerly made her way back to SUV. She climbed in and waited for Tig.

Tig climbed in and started up the car taking off toward Charming. He was driving like a bat out of hell because he knew that he'd be coming back tonight to kill Darby. Tig drove in silence for the next two hours with an intensity that was just crazy.

Lola didn't say anything to him because she saw a literal personality shift in him. She sat quietly on her side of the car trying to ignore the pain that she was in.

Tig's focus was so intent on getting back to Darby that the two hour drive to Charming seemed like it didn't take any time at all. He drove to the club hoping that at least Clay was actually there.

He parked and said, "Stay here..."

He got out of the car and went into the club and was glad to see Clay sitting at the bar talking to Bobby.

"I just had a run in with Darby."

Clay set his beer down and stood up from his bar stool. "Where was this?"

"At a gas station out by St. Helena. I stopped for gas and the son of bitch tried to run me down. I barely got Lola and me out of the way enough time." said Tig.

"Shit... is she okay?" asked Bobby.

Tig nodded and said, "Yeah, she's fine. But now that we know he's up in the St. Helena area... I say we do some digging up that way and see if we can find the son of a bitch before he has the opportunity to run."

Clay nodded and said, "I am going to call all of the guys in. We'll figure out how to take him out."

Clay went to get his pre-pay and started making the necessary calls.

Tig looked at Bobby. "I am going to go drop Lola off at home. I'll be back soon."

Tig went back out to the car and climbed in. "I am going to take you home. The club has some business so I don't know how long I will be."

Lola nodded and said, "I understand, Tig." She stared out of the window as he drove her home.

Tig pulled up at the house and parked in his drive way. "Keep the door locked."

"Don't worry. I'll keep the door locked. Just try to... be safe. I love you." said Lola. She grabbed her purse and climbed out of the car. She headed into the house.

Tig climbed onto his motorcycle and took off for the club. When he arrived, he saw that the other guys were just starting to arrive as well. Tig headed inside, leaving his cell phone out on the pool table and then had a seat at this normal position at the table. He was nearly grinding his teeth with anger as he waited for things to get started.

Once everyone was in the room and the door was shut Clay said, "Darby tried to run Tig down this evening. He probably thought we had found him. That means he's staying in that area. Juice worked up a list of possible locations when we were first looking for Darby. There is a piece of property up that way in his mother's name. But he wasn't up there when we checked that time. But he obviously is now."

Jax nodded and said, "So what do we do?"

Clay said, "We find him. We kill him. And we make his body disappear, because there is no way that this doesn't blow back on us. Jax, Tig, Happy... I want the three of you running point of this. There can't be any mistakes."

"There won't be... trust me." said Tig in a cold voice.

The men sat together for two hours working out the details of the hit. Afterward everyone filed out of the room and started to leave the club.

Gemma was over at her office but walked over seeing the guys starting to leave.

"Tigger..." said Gemma to get his attention.

Tig asked, "Yeah Gem?"

"Listen, I don't want you to worry... but Tara had to take Lola to the hospital. But everything is okay and she should be on her way back home soon."

Tig was stunned momentarily. "What happened?" asked Tig.

"She was cramping and spotting... she thought she was having a miscarriage but it turned out to be a false alarm," said Gemma trying to reassure him.

Tig walked away and climbed onto his bike taking off for home. He sped through the streets of Charming not wasting any time. Tig walked into the house and headed for the bedroom.

Lola was laying in bed trying to get settled. She had literally only been home a few minutes. Tara had helped her get settled and the left to let her get some rest. She held a sonogram picture in her hand and couldn't help but smile. She couldn't wait to tell Tig the news.

"You told me that you were okay," said Tig walking over to the bed. He was trying not to be angry but he was furious. "I asked you... and you said that you were fine, Lola."

The anger radiating off of him unnerved Lola a little bit.

"I am fine. I didn't know anything was wrong until I got home, Tig. That's when I started cramping. I tried to call you, but your phone went straight to voicemail. I figured you turned it off before heading into the church, so I called Tara. She came over and took me to the hospital. I checked out. Everything is fine."

"Are you lying to me?" asked Tig in a distant voice. His steely gaze just seemed to look through her at the moment. The afternoon replayed in his mind and he thought about how close he'd come to losing her. Not to mention it was the third time in as many months that Lola had a near death experience because of him. But now it wasn't just her he was putting at risk. His kid was at risk too.

Lola shook her head and said, "I'm not lying to you. I promise. You can ask Tara. She was there with me. I am okay and so is the baby. We were able to hear the heartbeat and everything." Lola was silent for a minute but then said, "Please don't be angry with me..."

Tig saw the fear in her eyes and forced a smile to calm her down. He wasn't angry with her. He was angry at himself and, more so, Darby. He was so caught up in his anger after Darby tried to hit them that it never dawned on him that knocking Lola out of the way might have hurt her and the baby.

"I'm not angry with you, baby. Just worried. I don't do worried well. My worried looks a lot like anger." said Tig lightly caressing her cheek. He leaned in and kissed her. "I need to go. I've got some things to do."

Lola nodded. "Okay. I'll see you later," she said, knowing what he was about to do even if he didn't say it. She put the sonogram picture away know that it wasn't the right time.

"I don't know when I will be back home so... don't wait up... okay?" asked Tig.

Lola nodded and said, "Okay...I love you, Tig. Goodnight."

Tig looked back at her for a moment. "I love you too, Lola." He turned and then walked out.