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Kozik's POV

I was running through the woods looking for Charlotte or anyone else. I had a shotgun and was willing to shot anyone who got in my way of finding her. I picked up speed and ran full speed towards a large log cabin. A man walked out with Charlotte under his arm. She didn't look happy but the man wouldn't let her speak. When I raised the gun to threaten him, he laughed and ran his hand along Charlotte's body. She whimpered but didn't respond. I looked down and saw that my gun was now just a plastic squirt gun. I looked around me helplessly to find something to hurt than man with but there was nothing. When I turned back to Charlotte, there was a brick wall and I couldn't hear anything. Just as I was about to start yelling…

I heard someone calling my name, pulling me out of my dream. Charlotte? She needs me! I felt like I was swimming in a deep, dark, lake of sleep and I was desperately trying to get to the surface. I heard my name again and then felt a hand striking my face.

After the slap, my eyes finally opened and my hand covered my face. "Ouch! Stop it!"

"Come on, pretty boy, time to wake up." My eyes focused onto Tig looming over me.

Tig lightly tapped his hand against my cheek but I pushed him away and sat up, "Chibs was the one who… How long have I been out?"

Bobby shoved Tig out of the way, "About seven hours. C'mon sleepy head, Juicey will fill you in."

Charlotte's POV

I watched the women wash and primp me for over an hour, getting me all dolled up for my meal with Mr. Holden. They blew out my hair and applied makeup to my face before dressing me. I looked down at the finished product and saw a different person staring back at me. I felt like I was dressed like a high-end, classy hooker. I saw I was wearing tall black pumps, tight black dress, heavy makeup, hair sprayed hair, and lingerie that would make any mother blush.

I felt uncomfortable and I wanted to take it off but the man at the door was eyeing me with a look that said if I moved I'd be shot and that he liked what he saw. I shivered and tried to adjust the dress to cover more of my chest but it was no use.

"Are you ready Miss?" I heard the woman ask me. I nodded and turned to her. She led me out of the room I was held in and out to a large room that resembled a warehouse. I tripped a couple of time in the heels but managed to make it to a door on the other side of the room.

The door opened to reveal a room with a large bed and square table set up with a formal dinner setting. Before I could ask her what was going on, the door shut leaving me alone. What is going to happen to me? Maybe I can talk this guy into letting me go…

Kozik's POV

I sat in the Chapel as Juice went over the details that we knew. I was worried. About Charlotte, the guys, this challenge we were facing, and how the hell we were going to get her back. I felt the rage coursing through my body as he told me about this man.

I slammed my fist into the table, "Why the hell are we just sitting around here? Let's go get her!"

"We're waiting for our backup to get here." Chibs said, interrupting Juice.

"I'm still pissed at you, man." I pointed at him angrily.

Chibs held up his hands, "I was just doing what the paramedics told me to do, tryin' to help you out. You needed to rest and she'll need you focused when we carry this out."

I got up and shoved my way out of the room and the clubhouse. I stormed over to the picnic table and kicked it over. I needed fresh air to calm down. I just want Charlotte back. I promised her I wouldn't let her get hurt again and yet, here we are. She is never going to forgive me.

Gemma's POV

I watched as Tig woke Kozik up, as Juice told him what they had found, and then watched as he went outside. He feels so guilty for this. If he keeps it up, he's going to ruin whatever he has going for him. She needs him to be strong and we as a club need to be more careful.

I followed him out and waited for him to cool off a little bit. When he finally sat down on the ground against a pillar, I walked over to him. "Hey." I started.

He looked up at me and swiped at his face. "Oh, hey Gemma. Sorry, I didn't see you there."

"Don't worry about it, sweetie. How are you doing?" I took a seat next to him.

He shrugged, "I've been better. I'm fine, really."

"Now why don't I believe you? Come on, Koz. I've known you for a while and this new you." I gestured to him. "Is ten times the man you used to be. You're a great guy and she will love you. No matter how many times you break your promises. As long as you make them up to her, you both are going to be just fine."

When he looked up at me, I saw a broken man with tears in his eyes, "I hope you're right Gemma. I just hope I'm enough for her and that she'll forgive me."

I patted his leg, "You are and she will." He was still trying to hold back his emotions and keep himself in check but I knew he was close to breaking. "Don't worry. The guys will get her back. You know Happy won't stop until she's back here." He nodded but kept his eyes on his lap. The poor guy. He must be torn up about this. I just hope we get her back soon, he can't hold on for much longer.

Charlotte's POV

I stood in the center of the room and surveyed the furnishings. It seemed like forever had passed when the door opened and two men walked in. One was a guard, holding a semi-automatic rifle while the other was Derrick Holden. I froze and stared at them with wide eyes, too scared to move.

"Please, sit." Derrick said to me, ushering me to the table. I slowly sank into the chair as he pushed it under me. After popping a bottle of champagne and pouring us each a glass, he took the seat across from me as the guard stood in front of the door. "Now, you are my guest and I hope you are finding everything to be satisfactory." He waited for me to respond but I still didn't move. "You look very lovely. I'm glad the ladies took care of you." He took the lid off of his plate and mine, revealing chicken, mashed potatoes, and broccoli. "I hope you will enjoy your dinner."

I hesitated before picking up my knife and fork. I didn't want to eat his food but I was famished and couldn't stop myself. We ate in near silence, he kept talking but I wouldn't respond to him. I was too worried about what would happen to me in the near future.

I looked up as he waved to the guard, "Please send for the chef." Five minutes later, the door opened and another man came into the room. He set two new dishes down in front of us and took our dinner plates away. "It was very good tonight, Pierre. Thank you." The man bowed and left without a word. "Please darling." Derrick motioned to the dessert in front of me.

I took one bite of the chocolate cake then set my fork down. "Mr. Holden?" I quietly spoke.

"Please, call me Derrick." He smiled at me. It was eerie but I tried to shrug it off.

"Ok, um Derrick? What exactly do you have planned for me?" I was twisting the cloth napkin in my lap and biting my lip, waiting for him to answer.

"Well, first I gave you medical attention, then got you freshened up. I figured I should feed you and then maybe see where this will go."

I stared at him as he spoke. The man didn't answer my question. He only made me feel as though I was disrespecting him for being a good host. I looked down at my lap as he took a drink from his glass of champagne.

"Don't worry, sweetheart. I don't bite. Unless you're into that sort of thing." He chuckled to himself and finished his slice of cake.

Kozik's POV

About half an hour after talking to Gemma, I heard the sound of more than fifty motorcycles rumble onto the Teller-Morrow lot. I turned my head to see the Grim Bastards, Sons Of Anarchy Tacoma, Oregon, Tucson, Nevada, and several Nomads roll up. I stayed where I was as the men got off their bikes and were greeted by SAMCRO. Piney and Opie came over to stand next to me, excluding themselves from the large group of men.

It had been at least eleven hours since the accident and I was itching to get Charlotte back in my arms. Now that the other charters had arrived, Clay called Church with only the presidents so they could all get the run-down and spread the word to their men. Everyone else stood around, drinking beers, and reminiscing about past patchover parties.

Once Clay and the other presidents come outside and gathered their respective men to explain the situation, the mood of the crowd changed. I stood up and looked around, seeing them all grow angrier and get agitated. I knew they were all ready to help us get Charlotte back. I listened as some of the men voiced their displeasure about what these bastards had done. Some of them snuck looks at me and nodded like they understood. I didn't know most of them but they sure seemed to know me.

The prospects from each chapter had gotten together to load one of the two vans with bags and bags of weapons for us to defend ourselves with. The other would be left empty for Charlotte and in case anyone got injured. The atmosphere around the clubhouse was grim and no one said much to each other.

Clay called for everyone's attention as he stood on the picnic table to tell them the official plan. "Now, I've talked to several people about this and we've decided that we're going all go in there, surround the place, make sure to eliminate all the threats, get Charlotte back, and then light the place up." He gave some more detail before the men got onto their motorcycles and lined up and drove away from the garage, towards Stockton.

I was about to get in the line up but Clay stopped me. "Piney's staying here. You and Opie ride in the van. You're not going to be riding your bikes back so…" Opie and I nodded and got into the van without protest. Clay turned to the rows of men, "Let's get a move on!"

My thoughts wandered as some prospects, Opie, and I rode in the back of the van. I hope we're not too late. We needed to get there hours ago. I just pray to God that Charlotte isn't suffering or being tortured. I know I promised her several times before that I'd never let her get hurt or be out of my sight again but this time is the last time. I'm going to make sure she's being taken care of 100% of the time.

Charlotte's POV

I subtly pushed my plate away, watching Derrick finish his glass of champagne. He smiled at me as he offered me some more. I declined but he poured anyways. I politely picked up the glass and sipped at the cold liquid. I heard him whisper "good girl" under his breath as he watched me drink from the flute. He took a remote from his pocket and turned on some classical music then stood offering me his hand.

I hesitated but the guard at the door clear his throat. I unwillingly placed my hand in his and stood. He pulled me into him and placed his hand on my lower back, swaying with the music. He smoothly turned us around, dancing to the music before picking up my glass and offering it to me. I didn't want any more but he insisted so I opened my lips, letting him pour the alcohol down my throat.

I coughed as I accidently inhaled a small amount. I smiled and shook my head but he kept dancing with me. The bubbly drink was going to my head, causing me to think that something was up. He must have spiked something I ate or drank. I never get tipsy off of one or two glasses of champagne. He twirled me in his arms before pressing his body against mine. His hands freely travelled up and down my body as I tried to regain my poise.

After ten more minutes of dancing he let me sit on the edge of the bed. My limbs felt heavy as he sat next to me and placed his hand on my knee. I tried to push him away but the guard cocked his gun to let me know I better comply. Derrick unzipped my dress and eased me back onto the bedspread before pulling the dress from my body. I bit my lip as my stomach twisted into knots. Is this what I've come down to? Allow a strange man to violate my body or death?

His hand roamed my body and I tried to stop myself from wincing. As he hovered over my mouth, the guard spoke, "Sir! We have a situation."

Derrick poked his head up, "Then go take care of it. Can't you see I'm busy?" The guard turned and left, slamming the door behind him. "Now, where were we?" He turned back to me and kissed my neck roughly, sinking his teeth in, leaving a hickey and marking me as his. I whined through my closed lips, shrinking away from him. I didn't get very far, his hands were firm as they held me down on the bed next to him.

"Please, don't." I whispered as his hands touched my delicate flesh. I could feel myself losing control and my tongue felt fuzzy and thick against my teeth. My vision was getting blurry but I fought hard to stay awake.

"Now, now. I paid for this, I'm going to enjoy it." His hands worked quickly, unhooking my bra, sliding the straps down but leaving the flimsy material covering my breasts.

Kozik's POV

We finally pulled up to the warehouse that Juice had found through his digging. There were several cars parked outside but no guards stationed at the doors. Each man cut their bikes, grabbed a gun, and started to set up a perimeter around the building.

After two minutes, we were ready and in place. Clay counted us down and signaled for us to move in. Opie light the fuse to set off the explosives set up at the big rolling door. The large doors on either side of the build came crashing down, letting us storm in with a huge surprise. Men swept through the place shooting any enemy standing in the way. Clay's words echoed through my head: Shoot now, ask questions later.

The warehouse was huge and full of his products. There were also several doors and rooms build along the walls. SAMCRO split up into groups to find Derrick and Charlotte while the other charters kept finding more men to shoot and secure the building.

Opie, Jax, Bobby, Clay, and I went one way down the rooms; while Happy, Tig, Chibs, Juice, and Half Sack went the other way. My search came up empty until we got to the last room. There was a hospital bed that looked slept in and a pile of clothes on the chair.

I picked them up, "These are Charlotte's."

Jax looked around the room, "No blood, no Charlotte."

Opie looked upset, "Shit."

Clay shrugged, "At least we know that she was here." We all turned back to the warehouse to go back the way we came. I looked around and saw several of Derrick's men laying in a pile in the center of the warehouse. Clay shouted to the others, "Find anything? We whole?" We found that no one was too badly hurt, just cuts or grazes from knives and stray bullets.

We heard one more shot then Juice yelling across the building, "Hey, over here!"