Since they couldn't rip the heads off of Zobelle and Weston just yet- the club settled for a little misdemeanor vandalism. They headed out to Main Street- where the soon-to-be cigar shop sat. Clay threw a brick through the door and shattered the glass. He entered the shop and Jax followed. Clay threw a chair, knocked over some bookshelves and ruined as much as he could touch.

However, Jax momentarily stood, rooted. His fists were clenched, his jaw as tight. He looked around at the shop like it was the most disgusting thing he'd ever seen. Clay grabbed himself a cigar, once he was satisfied with the damage. But that's when Jax punched his gloved hand through the glass counter.

Clay smirked, "Looks like they're not open…" he said, pleased that Jax was doing something about his rage. And even more pleased that he got to physically take something out on Zobelle…even if it wasn't literally on Zobelle…

But Jax' cell phone rang and he flipped it open, "Yeah?" he said, his voice deep with anger as he still looked around the shop.

But Clay nearly dropped his cigar when he saw the look in Jax' eye. Jax spoke, "Get to St. Thomas." Was all Jax said. He ran for his bike and all the boys followed.

"What's going on?" Clay asked as he climbed onto his cycle. Jax shoved the helmet onto his head. "It's Kylie…" he said. His bike roared to life and they were off.

…St. Thomas…

The Sons piled into Sack's hospital room. He was propped up by the bed, and he was hooked up to about six machines. He was stable but drugged up. So he was not conscious. Tara was going to tell them as much as she could.

"What happened?" Clay asked. Jax seemed to lose the ability to speak.

"Sack was brought in with two stab wounds…they missed any major organs but they caused a lot of damaged…he was pretty beaten on top of that…he's got a head injury- we've put him on critical…"

"And Kylie?" Jax almost choked over his words.

"From what we know…the person that called 911 for Sack said they say a few guys jump out of a van and grab Kylie near that Carnival off of Route 06…Sack tried to fight them off…but they were out numbered…"

Jax nodded but he couldn't speak. He knew that he should be thanking Sack…who almost died trying to protect Kylie…and Tara for saving Sack…but Kylie was now missing and they had nothing to go on. He was sick.

"What'd the van look like?" Bobby asked, "Where's Unser?"

"Screw Unser. Let's head to the carnival…we'll figure this shit out…don't worry Jax, we'll get her back." Tig said. He headed out of the room and the rest followed.

When they exited the room, they found Gemma rushing towards them, "What happened?" she exclaimed.

"She was kidnapped…" Jax said. He turned to Clay, shaking his head, shaking his fists, his whole body in a rage. "This shit ends now."