Sorry for taking so long to update! I've been super busy starting a second job BUT hopefully I will be able to keep going. Enjoy!

-Jennifer11

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Sons of Anarchy or anything that Kurt Sutter created.

Derrick's POV

When I hadn't heard from Zobelle in a couple of days I was furious. No one ignores me, especially after I paid him all that money. I expect my product!

I picked up my phone and tried to reach him again. No answer. One of my men, Rob, entered my office, "Sir, we found that Zobelle left the country and there are signs that his associate James is deceased."

I stood up, angrily, "What? Where was he last seen? Clearly I'm the only one who can finish this. Get Lars, we're going to retrieve my purchase."

"Charming, Sir. We have some details as to where she is. I'll go get the car ready." Rob quickly left to get things prepared.

I started pacing and planning. These assholes will pay. James may be dead but Zobelle will learn that he needs to deliver or there will be hell to pay.

Charlotte's POV

I slid my arm through his but couldn't help thinking about how I'd be able to ride on Kozik's bike with my cast. Happy really had done an amazing job on my cast. I wonder if he'd be willing to do this on my skin for real. I've seen Gemma and Lyla's tattoos. They look almost exactly like what Happy drew on my cast. Cherry explained to me that the guys who were serious about the women they loved put these crow tattoos on them to mark them as theirs. I caught myself secretly hoping that Kozik would want to put his crow on me one day.

I was barely paying attention as Kozik led me out of the clubhouse and to the garage, opening one of the doors to reveal my truck. I looked up and hugged him tightly as I laid my eyes on it. "Oh my goodness! Koz, you brought it back here? Thank you!" He nodded and walked me to the passenger seat then got into the driver seat.

I ran my hands over the old leather seats and console as Kozik got into the driver's seat. He started the car and was beaming in my direction as he drove out of the garage. "So what do you feel like eating?"

I shrugged and smiled over at him. "Any thing you want, as long as we can get some ice cream."

He chuckled and nodded, "Of course. Ice cream is a must. Your wish is my command." He smiled and took my hand in his, kissing the back of my hand before lowering it to seat, intertwining our fingers.

Kozik's POV

Seeing Charlotte light up when I showed her her truck was priceless and made me realized just how hard I have fallen for her. All she wanted was some ice cream later. She's incredibly sweet, sexy, and beautiful. I want her in my arms forever. This drawing on her cast will be on her skin as soon as she'll let me. I gotta take this slow but I want her so badly.

I held her hand as I drove us toward the Charming Diner on the edge of town. Stopping at a red light, I looked over at her, "Hey Charlotte? There's uh, something I wanna tell you."

She turned to me and smiled, "What, Koz?"

I tried to take a deep breath to calm my nerves but gulping at the air did nothing to me. I glanced down at my lap then back at her. Before I could get a word out, something collided with my side of the truck. I heard a loud metal crunch, Charlotte screaming, and glass shattering around me before the world went dark.

Charlotte's POV

Kozik was about to tell me something when I saw bright headlights behind him. Next thing I knew, a huge black SUV crashed into the truck, almost at full speed. My head flew back and hit the window while glass exploded around Kozik.

Once the SUV backed away, I tried to pull myself together and fight off the blackout I felt creeping in. Kozik wasn't moving and his eyes were closed. He was slumped against the steering wheel but he looked like he was still breathing. I brought my hand up to the welt on my head and came away with blood. I tried to look around but couldn't see much.

I reached out to touch Kozik's arm, "Kozik?" He didn't move or say a word. I pulled at my seat belt, unbuckling it so I could get closer to Kozik. I heard people talking around me and then my door was wrenched open, a strong hand wrapping itself in my hair and pulling hard.

I screamed as the man roughly dragged me from the truck. I clawed at the seat, trying to stop myself from leaving the safeness of the truck. I felt another hand come down hard across my face. "Shut up bitch. Mr. Holden would like to meet you." I tore at the mans' hand, trying to free my hair from his grip but he was too powerful.

He dragged me towards the SUV as another man opened the back door. "Kozik!" I screamed as they tied my hand to my cast and shoved me into the car. They slammed the door in my face, "NO!" I screamed and thumped my hands against the door and tried to pry open the door.

"Ms. Smith." The tone of the voice caused to me whirl around in my seat. "My name is Derrick Holden and according to my friend, you belong to me."

My eyes widened as he spoke. James really did sell me to some one else. How could he? Everything registered in my brain as the man's gaze travelled along the curves of my body.

"Zobelle didn't disappoint when he described you. You are well worth what I paid." His hand reached out to touch my leg. "Don't worry, I'll get your head looked at once we get to my shop." I squirmed away from him but the door didn't allow me to get very far. "Now, now. Don't be like that."

"Don't touch me, you bastard!" I yelled and spit in his direction. The man in the front seat whipped around and slammed the barrel of a gun into my temple sending me over the edge and into blackness.

Opie's POV

I watched as Kozik and Charlotte left the Teller-Morrow lot. He better not hurt her. She just joined my family and I intend on keeping her safe. She's had a hard life and deserves a family that loves her unconditionally. He may have put a temporary crow on her cast but I'm still not sure I can trust him 100%. He loses his temper easily and I swear to god if he ever touches her I will shoot him.

I stayed outside, sitting on the picnic table, waiting for Lyla to arrive. Once she pulled up I jumped up and opened my arms for her. I hugged her tightly and gave her a long kiss before Ratboy handed us each a beer. I looked over Lyla's head and saw Mike, the ex-prospect, walk onto the lot.

I withdrew myself from Lyla's arms and squared my shoulders before meeting him halfway. "I believe we told you to beat it."

He held up his hands, "C'mon Opie, you know I can be a good addition. Just cuz Kozik's head is wrapped up in some new pussy…"

I quickly thrust my fist into his face to stop him from finishing his sentence. I rammed my knee into his gut, causing him to collapse. "If you ever set foot in here again or even think about Charlotte again, you will NOT live to tell about it."

His hands were clamped over his face and I heard him speak through them, "What's she to you? You have a wife who's a porn star…"

Picking up my foot, I stomped hard into the man's crotch, causing him to cry in pain. "I swear to god…"

I felt two hands pull me back and looked up to see Jax in front of me. "Ope, it's Charlotte."

"What happened? Did Kozik…?"

Jax shook his head, "No man, Unser called and said they were in an accident, Kozik was still in the truck but no Charlotte."

I gaped at him, trying to process what could have possibly happened. "Do you think it was the Niners or Mayans?"

Again, Jax shook his head, "Nah, already talked to Laroy and Alvarez. It wasn't them. Come on, we gotta get down there."

I ran and jumped on my bike, seeing most of the other guys get on theirs and follow us. Charlotte wasn't there? Who would want to hurt her? Where the hell is she?

Kozik's POV

I shook my head and came to, hearing sirens and voices shouting. I pulled my head away from the steering wheel and looked around. Seeing the seat empty next to me and the door open, I remembered what happened. Turning my head to look out of my broken window I saw some police officers were directing people around and police tape had been set up around the crash site.

Realizing I was awake, ex-chief Unser hurried over to me. "Hey, hey, you were in an accident. Don't move." He put his hand on my arm to stop me from getting out.

I pushed him away, "I gotta get out. I gotta get Charlotte."

"Son, you ain't going anywhere. You gotta get checked out by the paramedics." He waved them over but I wasn't going to sit here while those bastards got further and further away with Charlotte.

I yanked off my seat belt and tried to open my door. There was a burning pain in my left shoulder and I saw it looked dislocated. Shit, I can't find her like this. I pulled my arm in between my legs. I swiftly jerked my body to pop my shoulder back into place. The new pain I caused myself made me swear and bellow as my shoulder settled itself. I ignored Unser's warning and the aching I was feeling in my body as I crawled over the seats to get out of the passenger side door.

As my feet hit the pavement, I heard the roar of motorcycles pulling up. Snapping my head up, I saw Opie and most of the other guys getting off their bikes. Cops tried to stop them but they shoved their way past the tape. Unser waved them through and I limped around the truck to get to them.

Jax was the first one to get to me, "What the hell happened Koz?"

"Black Escalade t-boned us. Two guys got out; one pulled Charlotte from the truck. They left ten minutes ago. I'm so sorry Ope. I didn't…"

He held up his hand to stop me, "Bro, it wasn't your fault. Let's just get her back. Fast."

Juice spoke up, "Did you get a plate?"

I paused and tried to put all my thoughts together, "Um… 6-D-M-P… ah fuck. I can't remember…" I pounded my hand into the hood of the truck.

"Partial will work. I'll get on it."

Jax called after him, "Take Half Sack with you. No one rides alone until we know who did this."

Two of the paramedics hauled me towards the ambulance, looking me over while I was in a daze. They put a sling around me, keeping my left arm tight against my body to stop me from dislocating it again. I looked around at the guys who had shown up: Jax looked worried as he talked to Unser, Opie was livid, Chibs was talking to a paramedic and pointing at me, Happy was eyeing each cop standing around the blocked off perimeter, Miles was leaning against the tow truck, and Tig was flirting with one of the female officers and standing near the bikes. After another five minute of poking and prodding, I shrugged them off and rushed out of the back of the ambulance.

Disregarding their shouts, I took off towards the tow truck that Miles had driven. "Get me back to the clubhouse." After shutting the door, I saw the other guys getting on their bikes as we left the truck and emergency vehicles.

As soon as I got back to the clubhouse, I looked around. Juice was sitting behind his laptop in the chapel feverishly typing and scanning the screen. The party had been quickly broken up when they heard about the accident and everyone had scattered. I didn't know what to do. I was pacing and muttering to myself. Most of the guys were shooting each other weird looks. Opie was sitting at the bar, taking long drags from a beer. He looked angered but like he was trying to keep calm.

Tig slowly crept towards me, almost afraid to talk to me. "Look man, I know you're pissed at me. But I'm sorry about everything. I promise I'll do what I can for you guys and I won't do anything to her. I just wanna help get her back."

I nodded and shook his hand. "Thanks Tig, it means a lot for you to man up and say that." He backed away and went to talk to Happy. They both didn't look thrilled to be here but in a way that meant they were furious someone had messed with the club and a woman.

I went back to pacing and swearing under my breath, not even noticing Chibs walking over to me. "Aye, Jackie told me to give ya somethin' to calm the nerves."

"Nah, Chibby I don't need anything. I'll be fine." Charlotte needs me and she needs me now. I need to get to her now. I can't waste time sleeping or eating.

"Look if ya wanna help your lady friend, you're gonna need your strength." He clapped his hand on my shoulder. "C'mon, son you know I'm right."

Before I could answer, I felt a prick on my neck. I glared at him and clasped my hand to my skin. "What the…?" I started to say. The room started to grow fuzzy and I felt like I was swaying on my feet. I couldn't even get out what I wanted to say, one of the prospects dragged me to the couch and pushed me down onto it before I passed out.

Opie's POV

Chibs had given Kozik a sedative a couple hours ago and the man was out cold. Juice had gotten together as much information he could find and we gathered for Church.

"According to the partial plate, there is only one that belonged to a black Escalade. It's registered to a company called Empire Worldwide. It's a huge import/export company out in Stockton. The warehouse it operates out of is surrounded by other buildings but most look abandoned." Juice paused, shuffling through papers. "It took me a long time to find who owns it. He was very hidden but I finally found him. His name is Derrick Holden." He pulled out a couple of pictures. "This was taken on I-5. Neither man is Holden." Juice held up a picture of a black SUV with two men in the front and the other was an enlargement of the first, showing blonde hair and a blue cast. "Charlotte is definitely in the cage. I kept digging to see if there was any connection between her and the men but there isn't one."

We all sat and looked at each other while we processed the information. "Do we know how many men on security does he have?" Clay asked.

"Not an accurate count but about five or ten." Juice shuffled through his papers again. "I have his payroll here and there's some people who don't fit with others. His other financials point to him being ridiculously rich."

Bobby grabbed the stack of papers and looked through the monetary records. He was nodding and staring intently at the numbers. After ten minutes of studying and calculating he looked up, "Looks like this man deals with firearms and diamonds. And the exception is that he paid a large sum of money to a private account in the last week."

Jax spoke up, "Remember when we went to Lodi because Darby said Zobelle and James sold her? What if we're dealing with the same shit?"

Tig started putting two and two together, "What if the Nords gave Charlotte to Calaveras just so we'd take them out? And Zobelle's real buyer was this guy?"

Clay addressed Juice, "Have we heard from Zobelle?"

Juice shook his head, "Nope, he's still MIA and out of the country."

I stared at the table. "What is our plan?"

Happy finally said something, "Go in and kill 'em all."

Chibs drummed his fingers on the table, "And get our girly back."

After a chorus of agreements from every man in the room, Clay yelled over us, "We need to get Tacoma, SAMTAZ, and any other charter in here to help us out. We need the numbers if we want this to be successful. Sack, call 'em and get 'em here ASAP."

Charlotte's POV

I groaned as I woke up and opened my eyes. I was laying in a hospital bed but the room wasn't a normal hospital room. I hope Kozik isn't hurt. Was the first thought that ran through my head. The next was: where the hell am I? and what is this man going to do to me? I scanned the room, realizing I was alone but there were bars on the windows and the door didn't have a knob. Clearly I'm not going to be able to escape this place alone. I just hope I can figure out a plan quickly.

The door slid open and a man stepped in. He was carrying a rifle and he looked very angry. I tried to shrink into the bed but I then realized I was handcuffed to the railing. I pulled at the cold metal but it wasn't going anywhere. He seemed amused as the cuff rattled against the bar.

A doctor appeared from behind him and she checked my vitals, "You had a nasty bump but you should be fine."

"How long have I been out?" I asked her quietly.

"About ten hours. You came in unconscious and we added to that to perform surgery. You see we have very advanced medical knowledge here. Our surgeon was able to fix your hand so you no long have to wear a cast. He also patched up your face so you no longer have bruises or cuts." She held up a mirror so I can look at my reflection. "See? Back to normal and ready for what Mr. Holden has for you." She turned on her heel and stalked out of the room. The man with the gun stared me down before leaving as well.

I looked down at my hands; the left was handcuffed to the bed while the right was free to move. I flexed my hand, making a fist and relaxing it. It felt good as new, barely any stiffness. What is this place? How will Kozik feel about Happy's art being destroyed?

I quickly checked the rest of my body to make sure nothing else happened while I was out. Satisfied they hadn't done anything, I laid back against the pillows trying to figure out what to do next.

Before I could finish putting together my thoughts and escape route, the door slid open again. A group of women entered carrying several bags, followed by the armed man. The oldest woman spoke up with a heavy accent, "Mr. Holden would like you to join him for dinner. He says if you cooperate, this will be easier for you. He wants us to make you look appropriate."

I pulled the blanket higher and felt myself shaking. What did this man want? The only way to find out is to agree to this I suppose…

I nodded and pointed to the handcuffs, "What about this?"

She pulled out a key, "Mr. Holden says I can unlock you if you promise to not run. If you run, he gave that man permission to shoot." She pointed over her shoulder to the armed man at the door.

"I promise." I whispered reluctantly.