Juice sat up in bed a few hours later, watching Ana sleep. Her face was so peaceful, so beautiful, that he didn't want to wake her up. He knew what today had in store for her. For him. For the club as a whole. He also knew that Jax was probably writing letters to Gemma and Tara right now, and he suggested Juice do the same for Ana.

So, getting out of bed carefully, Juice walked into the kitchen, grabbed some notebook paper and an envelope, and began to write.

He'd just put the envelope in his kutte pocket when Ana came out of the bedroom, in one of his T-shirts and some black stretch pants. Her hair was a mess, her neck was full of marks, both fresh and old, but she was still the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen.

"Morning, baby," he said, kissing her sweetly.

"Morning," she said. "Couldn't sleep?"

Juice shook his head, and handed her a cup of orange juice. "Nah. Big day today."

Ana's face fell, and Juice's heart broke when it did. Last night, for him, was a homecoming and a going away thing. He knew it was the same for her, but whereas he'd already faced the music, it was hitting her full force now.

"I'm going to be okay, baby," he said, hugging her tightly. He could feel wetness on his shoulder and knew she was crying. She would try to hide it, for sure, and he wasn't about to call her out on it. "I'm going to be fine. More than likely, we'll get the parole at fourteen months. I promise I'll be on my best behavior."

"Last time you were in jail, you were stabbed in the back," Ana pointed out.

"Not going to happen this time," Juice replied. "We got protection now. Everything is going to be okay."

Ana took a moment to collect herself, then gave him a smile.

"Come on," she said. "Let's get ready before Gemma kills us for being too late."

Ana rode with Juice on his bike, leaning against the planes of his back as he zipped through main street. She wore a white lacy top today with black jeans and boots, and Juice decided with all black. Ana couldn't deny how sexy he was in that color, but they didn't have time for a quickie. They were late enough as it was.

Juice pulled in and helped her off the bike. He straightened the crow on her neck with a smile, and, hand in hand, they walked into the clubhouse, where the breakfast was in full swing. Juice went and got plates for him and Ana as she greeted everyone and apologized for running late. Everyone seemed happy this morning, even Gemma didn't chew her out for being late.

Juice and Ana ate behind the bar with Happy and Ana looked out at the family she'd chosen for herself. She loved them all dearly. Even Tig, now. She hated that by tonight, most of them were going to be in jail, but she knew she'd get through it.

"Hey everyone, Lyla's got something to say," Opie said, grinning. Everyone looked at Lyla expectantly, and she held up her hand.

"We're engaged!" she exclaimed, and cheers broke out among the club. Ana hugged Lyla tightly, and then hugged Opie. Juice hugged her from behind and kissed her cheek as everyone congratulated Opie and Lyla.

"That's going to be us one day," he whispered in her ear.

"I could say no," she shot back with a grin.

"Oh, I thought we already knew you were going to ask me, anyway," he countered, taking some icing from his cinnamon roll and putting it on her nose.

She jabbed her elbow into his ribs playfully and wiped the icing off as he pulled her in for another kiss.

"I love you so much," he said as they broke apart.

"I love you, too," she said, leaning against him as they watched everyone else. For one moment, everything was perfect.

Ana was doing paperwork in the garage with Chuckie, who was trying relentlessly to get her to see something.

"In a minute, Chuck," she said, peering at a record of non payment. "This bitch thinks she's pulling a fast one on-"

"Ms. Lewis, you need to see this," Chucky said.

Ana sighed and looked out to see Jax pulling in. "Go tell Jax, okay?" she told Chuckie. She liked the weird little man, but she couldn't focus with him talking so much.

"I accept that," Chuckie said, running out to meet Jax. He was soon running back in and cutting the tape on one of the boxes. He then ran back out to show Jax what was inside.

"Ana," Jax said, showing up with Chuckie in the office. "Help him carry those into chapel?"

She gave Jax a evil side eye as she tossed the payment record on the desk. She was on edge enough today, and she was hoping to get her mind off of it with the work that the office gave her. It was obvious that wasn't happening, so Ana just rolled her eyes and grabbed a box. Jax grabbed two more and together, they followed Chuckie into the clubhouse.

It turned out that the boxes were filled with misprinted money, and, apparently, it was just what the club needed to get Jimmy O'Phelan from the Russians. Ana's eyes nearly popped out her head seeing all the sheets of money in front of her.

"Holy shit, Chuck," she said, her eyes flashing from the money to Juice. "This is amazing."

"I'll call Eddie and see if we can borrow the cutter," Juice said, grabbing Ana's hand as he walked out of the clubhouse. He led them to his dorm room, and locked the door. He held up his hand as he called whoever Eddie was. After hanging up, he pressed his lips to hers possessively, his hands roaming her body like it was the last time he would ever do so.

"Everything okay?" she asked, pulling away and trying to catch her breath.

"Yeah," he said, picking her up and sitting her on the desk. "I just wanted some alone time with you while I could still get it."

His lips found her neck, and she moaned as his tongue made lazy movements up and down her collarbone. Her hands stroked the back of his neck as his lips found hers again. He placed his hands on her face and kissed her urgently. He couldn't get enough of her, and his time was running short. His hands moved from her face to her hair and he ran them through it, appreciating the feel of it running through his fingers as his tongue danced with hers.

Ana was the one to stop first, breathing heavily as she pulled away.

"They're going to be wondering where you are," she explained, pulling her sleeves back on her shoulders with a sad smile.

Juice sighed, and knew she was right. With one more innocent kiss, they left his room, and he went back to the chapel while she headed back to the office, his kiss still burning her swollen lips.

"We're going to need to front load the bills with real cash," Jax was saying as Juice walked back in. "Putlova's smart. He'll be able to tell this is fake, but we need to buy just enough time to get Jimmy."

"Where are we going to find the money?" Happy asked. "Two mil, that's a lot of money to be front loading."

"I'll think of something," Jax said, a knowing glance passing between them all. They all knew what the plan was, but no one dared speak it out loud. They couldn't have anyone outside knowing what was really going on.

Juice sat down and looked at the fake cash. He did the quick math and decided they'd need around 200K to decently front load this.

"Hey, Jax," he said, inspiration striking him. "I think I have an idea."

Ana had just finished filing the last of the paperwork when Jax and Juice came into the office.

"What's up?" she asked, her eyes passing between the two of them. Jax nudged Juice, who shot the Vice President a glare.

"You need it, you ask her," Juice said, offended.

"She's your Old Lady, she's less likely to shoot you," Jax pointed out.

"What do you guys need?" Ana asked, a little irritated. After another glance between the two guys, Jax decided to be the one to ask.

"You still got that money your old man left you?" Jax asked.

Juice's reluctance made perfect sense to her, now. He knew Ana didn't like talking about her dad, so he avoided it whenever possible. She nodded slowly, wondering where this was going.

"Please tell me it's already cashed," Jax said desperately.

"Yeah," Ana said. "Why?"

"We need to front load the bad bills," Juice said, determining that it was safe to speak. "We'll find a way to pay it back-"

"No," Ana said, happily, tossing Juice her keys. "In my closet, there's a safe. 11288 is the key code. The money in there is his. Take all of it, and don't worry about paying it back. I'm glad to be rid of it."

Jax shook his head, confused but still grateful. "I don't know the full story there, but thank you so much, Ana," he said, kissing her cheek. "I'll make it up to you, somehow."

"You're doing me a favor," Ana replied as Juice kissed her. "Consider it my pleasure."

An hour later, Ana stood leaning in the door frame as the guys strapped on bulletproof vests and talked about the mission coming. They had to get Jimmy, and it was likely it would get messy when they did that. They'd gotten the money from the safe to trick the Russians, and everything was set and ready to go.

Juice walked over to her with a hesitant smile on his face.

"You good?" she asked, gesturing to the vest. He looked down and nodded.

"Yep," he said. "I'll be alright. Don't worry about me."

Ana shook her head but stepped into his arms. He hugged her tightly, and kissed the top of her head.

"Come back to me Juan," she said, and he smiled at the memory of their first kiss. She'd said the same thing, then.

"Always, baby," he said, with a soft kiss on her lips. He walked to his bike, and Ana caught Happy's eye as he headed for the van. He winked and nodded. He'd watch Juice's back. She'd grown closer to Happy out of all the Sons, and she knew that he didn't look out for Juice just for Juice, but for her as well.

As Juice straddled his bike, he looked over at Ana and blew a kiss her way. He'd already given his package to Miles to give to her when this was all done. The plan was in motion, and he knew this was it. Their last moment of normality. She touched the crow that hung from her necklace, but smiled reassuringly at him.. Giving a half smile, he kicked on his bike, and followed the guys, doing his best not to look back.

As the guys pulled out of the lot, Ana wiped away a stray tear, and prayed that whatever happened, they would all make it back alive.

Juice pulled into the lot with the others later that evening. It had been intense, and it got predictably unpredictable, but they were whole. He saw Ana, and knew that he had a matter of minutes before time was up. He pulled off his helmet and glasses and tossed them to the ground as he ran over. He pulled her in for a long kiss, and pressed his forehead against hers.

"Listen to me," he said desperately. "Whatever happens, know that I love you, and that I'm not going to break my promise. I'm going to be okay, okay?"

"Juice, you're scaring me," Ana replied, her eyes searching his frantically. "What's going on?"

"I promise, you'll find out, okay? Just keep it together for now, because the girls are going to need you," he said, just as he heard Jax's bike getting closer. Happy looked at him and nodded. Juice nodded back. It was time to say goodbye. He gave Ana one last long, lingering kiss before going to stand with Tig. Ana shook her head as she walked over to stand beside him, her hand in his, squeezing it tight. She didn't know what was wrong, but she wasn't about to let him go through it alone.

Jax pulled in, then, with two black cars and a black transport van. Ana felt her heart drop, and tried to swallow the lump that suddenly appeared in her throat. Stahl exited one of the vehicles, eyeing each other people there with disdain and hatred.

"Where's Jimmy O?" she asked, quirking an eyebrow. No one moved, so she rolled her eyes. "I can have 20 agents here in 5 minutes to tear apart this white trash shit hole."

"I'm only half white, bitch," Ana said before she could stop herself. Juice snickered but the smile turned into a snarl when Stahl fixed Ana with a look that could kill.

"Shut it, sweetheart," she said in sickening sweet voice, looking down at hers and Juice's hands entwined together. "Or I can make things for your boyfriend there hard while he's inside."

Ana began to retort when Juice squeezed her hand. She looked up at him defiantly as he shook his head. Ana rolled her eyes but kept her mouth shut.

"Get him," Clay ordered in a resigned tone. Juice and Tig went to the garage, and Ana gasped when they opened Tara's trunk. Jimmy O'Phelan had been under her nose for at least an hour, and she'd had no idea.

Jimmy got out with a smug look.

"God bless the US Justice system," he said cheerfully as an agent grabbed his shoulder and put cuffs on him. "Sorry things didn't go the way you planned, but luck of the Irish, yeah?"

"How'd you know he was here?" Clay asked as Juice placed his hand on Ana's shoulder. He kissed it lightly, taking advantage of the last few moments he had with her.

However, that was ruined when Stahl shot a smug look to Jax. Ana gasped and Juice stared, dumbfounded. Jax? Jax was a fucking rat? Ana couldn't believe it, and neither could Juice, it seemed.

The compound got deadly silent for a moment before angry voices exploded around them.

"You made a deal for Jimmy?" Tig asked, outraged.

"I did it for the club," Jax said, desperately. Ana was frozen with her hands to her mouth. She didn't even notice Juice joining the mob that surrounded the VP. She wasn't even sure if she should stop him. She'd never seen him look that angry before, not even when he kicked Hector Salazar's ass.

"You ratted?!" Bobby yelled, pushing Jax into the members that surrounded him.

'I had no choice!" Jax yelled, almost in tears. "Look at everything we would have been facing! Jumping bail, federal gun charges, they could have us locked up for the rest of our lives!"

"All this time we've been tracking Jimmy," Clay yelled back heatedly "And you've been making a deal with this frigid bitch?"

"He blew up five of our men!" Juice yelled, pushing Jax away from him with disgust.

"Chibs lost his nephew," Happy added.

Gemma entered the fray then, desperate, and that's when Ana unfroze.

"She made him do it guys, please believe me," Gemma said in tears. "Clay, he didn't want to do this! He was doing it for me!"

Ana pulled Gemma back, fighting tears of her own. This was bad. Jax turned on the club, and while Ana didn't know much about how things worked, she knew that was one thing you didn't do. Jax was going to be killed. Gemma was going to lose her son, all because he thought he was doing the right thing. She caught Juice's eye as she held onto Gemma, and his eyes softened for a minute before looking back at Jax with nothing but hatred.

"You're dead!" Clay yelled, over Gemma's pleas. "You hear me? Dead!"

The guys continued to yell at Jax as they were being handcuffed. Ana let Gemma go and ran over to Juice as an agent began to lead him to the truck. She held onto him for a quick moment, and she felt his lips on her ear.

"Remember what I told you. I love you," he whispered before he was led away.

"I love you, too," she called back, her sobs breaking through. She still made her way back to Gemma and Tara, and tried to console them as the guys were placed against the car to be searched. Stahl sent another smug look her way and she almost lunged for her before catching Juice's eye again. He was being frisked on the car next to Stahl's, and he shook his head a fraction. Stepping back, she wrapped an arm around a sobbing Gemma as she kept her eyes on him. His eyes stayed locked on her until they began to take him to the van. Juice looked back at her, and when she saw a tear roll down his face, she nearly lost her composure. She felt Lyla's hand on her back and she cried when the door to the van shut.

Juice was gone, and he was going to have to be a part of killing Jax. That would only add on to the prison sentence, and it would destroy the only mother figure she had.

Ana couldn't take it anymore. As the van pulled out of the lot, she ran into the clubhouse, to Juice's dorm room, and slammed the door shut. She locked it then slid down to the floor, crying like she hadn't cried in years. Her sobs echoed through the room as she hugged her knees to her chest.

She hadn't hurt like this, even when Gavin died. This pain was raw, and unadulterated, and it demanded to be felt immediately.

Everything was perfect this morning, and in a few short hours, it had gone to hell.

A couple of hours later, Ana woke up to a knock at the door. Disoriented, she unlocked it, and there stood Miles, with a bag and a letter.

"Juice, he asked me to give these to you," he said with a small smile. "Burn the letter after, okay?"

Ana managed to give a smile and a nod back before she shut the door. She dropped the bag by the dresser and sat on the bed. Sighing, she opened the envelope. A key fell out, and Ana picked it up, looking at it curiously. Shrugging, she pulled out a piece of paper, and opened it. She began to read.

Hey, babes.

I'm not good at this writing shit, but Jax is writing letters to Gemma and Tara, so I figured what the hell. Plus, he kinda told me it would be best to, so you don't freak out and try to punch the bitch ass feds.

So if you're reading this and are still scared about Jax being offed, don't be. The whole thing was a setup. That ATF bitch is gone for good, and so is that motherfucker O'Phelan, and we'll be out in 14 months without Jax being known as a rat. Don't ask how, the plan is too damn brilliant to just write in a letter. Ask Opie or Chibs for the play by play. It was all Jax and Clay's idea, and it was just brilliant, babes.

I mean, nothing about this is cool. I'm sorry I couldn't tell you. It would make you an accessory, and after everything you've done for us, I couldn't let that be in you, too.

I don't like that I have to go to jail. But hey, I fucked up, and I gotta pay for it, I guess. It still seems unfair, though. We fall in love, and then I had to go and fuck up and land in jail. And I do love you, Ana Lewis. I love you so fucking much. I know I said that the club was my only family but I was stupid, that's changed. You're my family. And I can't wait to have one of our own, although you get to make the call as to when that happens. I know I'm not ready for little Juanitos, and this damn world isn't ready for a miniature Ana. Laugh, baby. It's okay. I laughed when I wrote it, because I can picture you reading it now. You're calling me an asshole, which is true, but I'm your asshole.

In the envelope there's a key to my apartment. You and Gemma go in there, throw out anything that you don't want in your house, and move my shit in with you. I want to come home to you when I'm out. Just don't throw out my video games. I'm going to teach you the ways of the force...um...of Call of Duty and Halo and all that. And if I can't teach you, then it's still going to be my downtime. Just please don't throw them out. Those games are like your paints.

I don't know what else can be said except I love you. And I do. So fucking much. I want to marry you and have kids with you and all that love bullshit that Happy will torture me about the entire time we're inside. You make me want more out of life than the club, and that's good. That's so good.

So please wait for me. And know that even though I'm in prison, they can't stop me from thinking about my one reason to get out: you.

I love you, Analis.

Juan Carlos

PS: the bag has the money that Jax got from Stahl to fool the Russians. Your dad's money is still with the Russians. So guess what? You can spend it. Your dad no longer has anything on you, and it's not like Stahl needs it now. So you spend it however you want. Hey, Jax said he'd make it up to you, didn't he?

Ana fiddled with the key as she read and reread the letter. Jax wasn't a rat. The whole thing -the anger, the threats on Jax's life- it was an act. Ana felt so relieved when she reread it, making sure it wasn't a dream. The club was staying whole, and her man had a reduced sentence. Ana cried happily this time, hugging the letter to her chest.

Everything was going to be okay.

And part one is done! Honestly, I stayed up til 5AM writing this, and I'm actually pretty proud of it.

I cannot wait to start the next part, and I've got some of it wrote already.

Thank you to everyone who's been following this. You guys are amazing. Special thanks to the regular reviewer, stormdec23. She's reviewed every chapter, and I appreciate it so much!