"Mr. Oswald?" Kylie began slowly, approaching him as he sat in church, waiting for his daughter to get out of choir practice.
"Yes?" he asked slowly. He knew who she was- and so he probably didn't want to hear what she had to say.
The pregnant girl took a seat next to the man, almost in tears already, "You heard about the boys, right?"
Mr. Oswald slowly nodded, "Yes…I heard…" he replied.
Kylie nodded and it looked like she had trouble starting her sentence, "Mr. Oswald…you…you've done more for this club than anyone should have asked of you…but now I'm asking… This club got revenge on the man that hurt your child… but Mr. Oswald…if they stay in jail…I may never see Jax again…they're locked in with their enemies. Which means my son will never know his father…" Kylie's defenses had broken and she was crying softly. "Look…we looked at all our other options first…but nothing will bring us enough money…"
"How much do you need?" Mr. Oswald asked slowly.
"$300,000," Kylie said meekly.
"300K?" Mr. Oswald replied in a loud-hushed tone.
"50K a piece…and I'd bargain just for Jax's sake…but he'd never leave that prison without the rest of them and you know it…"
Mr. Oswald nodded. He slowly stood up as the choir flooded the room, "I'll have to look into it. I can't promise anything, I'm sorry." He then found his daughter and they left.
Kylie sat alone in the pew and cried until she could collect herself to leave.