Jax threw the phone clear across the room, "If what they said was true, she's only got THIRTY MINUTES TO LIVE!" he exclaimed, "So don't TELL ME to calm down!"

Bobby held his hands up, "I know, brother," he said gently. Clay approached Jax and squeezed Jax' shoulder, "Juice should have the location in two minutes…then we will go and get her. She'll make it through this…"

There was a moment of silence in the room. None of the Sons were breathing. A tension held between them.

All of them wanted to race out of the room and save her.

But no one could yet move.

The next 106 seconds felt like an hour. But, finally, Juice was heard from the main room, "I got it!" he yelled.

The boys rushed out and Juice read off the location that they were meant to find. The Sons began out to their bikes, "Jax you head in first, everyone be armed, let's MOVE!" Clay shoved his helmet on his head and kicked his bike to life.

But Jax did not hear a word of this, he had already started his bike and sped from the lot, the others following suit.

Piney was the only one to stay behind. He knew he'd only be a hindrance, but he stared at the phone, ready to act if anything else was needed.

Jax' head was spinning as he pushed his bike to its limit.

You Sons think you're untouchable. She's alive…but not for long. Play the game. The prize is her life.

All Jax knew in this moment was that he was going to save Kylie. He WAS going to find her alive. And then he'd find the bastards that made the call…and he'd kill them one by one…with his own two hands.

Knuckles white, he stayed at the forefront of the Sons. He even blew through stop signs and stop lights dangerously. He was careful enough not to get hit- that wouldn't save Kylie. But neither would slowing down…

Finally, when Jax arrived at the destination that Juice had skillfully figured out, he barely had stopped his bike before he hopped off of it. He threw his helmet and headed for the door.

Locked.

He kicked the door a couple times before he nearly kicked himself . . . he pulled out his gun and shot the handle off. He was now joined by the guys behind him.

They pulled their guns out, ready for whatever was behind the door.

But when Jax kicked it in and they surveyed the scene….they found and empty warehouse, dirty and dusty. But in the middle of the floor was a small, weak figure.

"KYLIE!" Jax exclaimed, rushing forward. When he got to her side, he clawed at the plastic bag over her head. He ripped it off, realizing that HE wasn't breathing, "Kylie…" he spoke, grabbing her face, checking if she was breathing.

He couldn't tell.

Leaning over he began CPR. He saw the message on her chest, his whole body convulsed in anger. But he had to get her breathing.

"C'mon, c'mon…" Clay muttered, watching the scene below.

Bobby waited on baited breath and Tig paced back and forth. Chibs ran his hand through his hair repeatedly.

"Jax…"

Jax sat back, his breath returning in a choked laugh. She was alive. He hugged his girl to him tightly, kissing her forehead, "Yeah….yeah it's me…"

"The ambulance is on its way…" Juice said, his voice full of relief.

Tig looked around the warehouse slowly- for any other messages, clues or evidence as to the identities of the assholes that hurt an innocent woman.

Possibly twice.

Chibs had shrugged off his cut, and then his over shirt shirt. He thrust it out towards Jax, "Here brotha," he said. He helped Jax peel Kylie's torn shirt off and put her in Chibs's shirt out of respect. However, Kylie hardly seemed to notice. Her eyes were barely open. She was breathing but it was faint.

"C'mon darlin'…you can make it…you have to…Abel's waitin' sweetheart…" Jax leaned into her ear and kissed it, "And I can't live without you…"