A/N 10/4/2018: Oh my loves! I am so sorry it has taken me this long to get an update up without letting y'all know I'll be gone. I no longer feel worthy. :'( I had planned on writing and getting something up early tuesday morning, but I spent from the time I got home to the time I went to sleep at 8am giving homage to the porcelain gods. And then when I got home Wednesday morning, I was so tired, I couldn't even think about writing. I went right to bed. But I am back! and with another REALLY long chapter as an I'm sorry. I hope y'all enjoy it, and I am so glad y'all like where the story is heading. I'm getting so much support from everyone!

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Angel

Cherry found Gemma grocery shopping down the block from the nail salon she worked at. Good thing too, because that was just the woman she was looking for. Now that the feds were on to her specifically, she was freaking the fuck out. She needed to talk to the queen bee to get some form of plan going.

"Gemma. Hey, Gemma. I gotta talk to you," she said to the older woman as she was looking at the chips. "I didn't want to go by your place because I'm afraid the feds might be watching."

"How do you know about that?" Gemma asked.

"They just came into the nail salon looking for me. I called Half-Sac. And the feds are going after all the women."

"It's just a scare tactic. Tell then you open beers and suck dick. That's it," Gemma ordered her. "They got nothing."

"I haven't been completely honest with Half-Sac," Cherry admitted.

Gemma looked up from placing a couple cans of soup into the cart. "I don't like where this is going."

"Yeah. I'm sorta married."

"'Sorta'?!" Gemma asked incredulously.

"Well, he was a sadistic asshole. He wouldn't divorce me, so I left. Took everything. Took the car, I took the money, I took the dog."

"You're wanted for grand theft," Gemma surmised. Cherry nodded slightly.

"And arson. I burned down our condo."

Gemma scoffs. "Nice touch," she said with sarcasm.

"He was such a dick, Gemma."

"Jesus Christ, Cherry," Gemma said as she began pushing her cart again.

"It's actually Rita," Cherry said. Gemma looked back at her. "Cherry was our dogs name. And she died. And I always liked it better than mine."

"Well, that's sweet."

Cherry sighed in despair. "What am I gonna do? I love Half-Sac. It's going so good, Gemma. What the hell am I gonna do?"

"You gotta get outta here, Rita," Gemma said, adding her real name on as an emphasis.

"But I don't want to leave him."

"They're gonna threaten you with jail time," Gemma pointed out.

"Yeah. But I'm not a rat."

"You ever been inside?" Gemma asked getting right up in her face. The bell to the front of the store dinged and they both looked up to see two feds enter the store with purpose.

"Oh, shit!" Cherry whispered as she ducked around the end of the aisle. Cherry managed to reach the end of it just fine, but then she realized she had trapped herself. There was no way to get out without being seen. So, she did the next logical thing. She grabbed a bottle of wine that was in a nearby display and swung it as hard as she could, baseball batter style at the oncoming female agent.

The fed went down into another display, and Cherry took off running...only to be stopped and cuffed at the front door by the bitch's partner.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Not so fast."

Gemma watched the whole thing, and only had one thing to say about the entire scene. "Shit."

It was then Gemma noticed another fed, stepping over the one on the ground.

"Very impressive, Vicky," she said as she passed, and headed straight for the biker queen. "Hard to find good help these days, huh?" she asked Gemma.

"Know what you mean," Gemma said in a level voice. "That little tart doesn't know anything."

"What about the porn star? We've got her in custody too," Stahl informs her.

"She can probably teach you have to give a great hummer. But I'm guessing you've got that covered," Gemma said with the barest hint of a smirk.

Stahl gave a small chuckle. "I get by." Gemma stopped and turned to Stahl, studying her. She really wasn't all that hard to figure out to the elder woman.

"Picking off the one's that have the most to lose. Smart. That's how I'd do it."

"Yeah. I've seen you in action. You almost killed that one with a skateboard, didn't you?" Stahl asked, gesturing out the door with her head.

"We've mended fences," Gemma tells her.

"I guess so. What was she doing? Asking for the queen's advice? What lies to tell? I'll bet that there's enough secrets in that pretty head of yours to bury an empire," Stahl whispered, tucking a piece of Gemma's hair behind her. Needless to say, the previously dubbed queen did not appreciate the gesture. But Gemma got back to her the best way she knew how. With words.

"I'm just a wife and mother, darlin'. You know, you might want to unscrew that penis sometimes. It's fun being a girl. And if you want me, you know where I live," Gemma said, getting up in her face as she said this, before backing off and going to pay for her purchases, as if she hadn't just witnessed a cops and robbers brawl in the middle of the mini market.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

"They got Luann on drug charges. Cherry on theft and arson," Clay tells the table.

"That don't make sense," Half-Sac pipped in.

"Stahl's trying to use RICO. If she can prove her case, she can take you all down," Unser informed them, this being his first time in a very, very, VERY long time in the sacred 'church' of the SOA.

"And if we go down?" Chibs asked.

"Why do you think I'm sitting at the goddamn table, Scotty?" Unser said, looking around at the others, and then back to him.

"We got anything to worry about with Izzy? She may be keeping her nose as clean as she can with the club, but she has helped us out with money," Clay asked Chibs. Chibs shook his head.

"Nah. Something tells me this isn't her first round with feds. And I'm sure Charlie, being a former cop, has drilled her on interrogation techniques and how to get around them. I trust her," Chibs tells his pres.

The door opens and Bobby comes in. "Rosen can't get through to Otto in Stockton. He's on federal watch," he tells them, taking his seat.

"Ayayay," Clay intones.

"No calls, in or out."

"Shit!"

"Stahl's pressing him for history, huh?" Jax asked Bobby. "Using Luann as leverage."

"Otto will never rat," Piney said in a deep baritone.

"You know, if it was me, and they had Gemma, I'd just give 'em something useless- some old shit wouldn't hurt the club," Clay said.

"With RICO, no info is useless," Unser tells them.

"The way Otto pines for Luann, he'll do anything he can to protect her," Jaxs said.

"Little Cherry pie knows all about Indian Hills," Tig said with a direct look to Half-Sac. The young prospect shook his head.

"No. Cherry would never say nothing," he said.

"Oh, yeah? You willing to bet your top rocker on that, prospect?" Chibs asked him.

"We all have our past and present indiscretions, boys," Bobby said, trying to keep the peace.

"Goddamn A.T.F. bitch. That goddamn bitch!" Clay shouts. An idea came to Jax, however.

"Hey, they keep the girls in your cell overnight?" Jax asked Unser.

"Yeah."

"You sill got your keys?"

"What are you thinking here?" Clay asked his V.P.

"Get a message to Luann. She talks to Otto. She can warn him about Stahl using Rico," Jax tells him.

"What about Cherry?" Half-Sac asked.

"We'll see where she's at. You think you can get me inside?" Jax asked, turning his attention back to Unser.

"I doubt the feds are working round the clock. But I got four guys, and dispatch on 11:00 to 7:00."

"Well, maybe we come up with something. Keep them busy," Tig suggested.

"Well, you clear 'em out, I'll get you in," Unser promised.

"What about, like, security cameras?" Chibs asked.

"It's a police station. I got cops. I don't need cameras," Unser tells the Scot.

"Maybe I should go with you, talk to Cherry," Half-Sac tried again.

"No, retard, you shouldn't," Jax tells him. He then looks over to his best bud, who had been sitting there smoking silently, listening in on the others. "Me and Ope." Opie looked up at Jax and nodded.

"Everybody in favor?" Clay asked, raising his hand.

"Hear. Hear."

"Yeah."

"I'm good." Hands went up with the yay's. Unser, not knowing the protocol that only patched members vote, raised his own hand in vote.

"Put your goddamn hand down," Clay snaps at him. Piney scoffs, and Clay hits the gavel.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

"Bella? Bella, come on. That's it. Wake up," Angela said softly, as Bella came to. She groaned, and sat up, seeing that they had moved her to the bed.

"How long was I out?" she asked. Angela smiled and shook her head.

"Not long. Few minutes. Had to catch you before you bruised yourself or the new wee one," she said with a bright smile, but a teasing look in her eye.

"Har, har. Gee, thanks. My hero," Bella said with exceedingly heavy sarcasm.

"I knew you'd see things my way," Angela beamed, before she got a serious look on her face. "So...you're pregnant."

Bella nodded. "Seems that way."

"At home pregnancy tests are only about 75 to 80% accurate. I would schedule an appointment with an OB to get a full workup done. Just to be sure and so they can prescribe the prenatal's you'll need," Donna tells her.

Bella nodded. "Have anyone in mind?"

"I can set you up an appointment with the one I went to if you want," she offered, pulling out her cell. Bella nodded with a grateful look on her face. Donna merely smiled and dialed the number, walking to the far side of the room so she can make the appointment.

"What are you going to do if the doc proves your test right, and you are 100% sure you are pregnant," Angela asked her.

Bella sighed heavily. "I'll have to tell Chibs, won't I? Can't keep something like this from him. He had a hand in creating the bean in the first place."

"Bean?" Angela chuckled.

"Have you seen an ultrasound picture of a fetus? They look like little jumping beans," Bella smiled. Angela laughed.

"Well, I'm glad you're taking this so well at least."

"Are you kidding?" Bella asked her. "I'm freaking the fuck out on the inside. But a part of me hopes. A part of me is excited," she admits.

Donna came back over to the other girls with a smile. "I've set you up an appointment, but they didn't have any time before Wednesday of next week."

Bella sighed. "Well, I'm not going to lie and say that's not nerve wracking at all." She gave a small chuckle of apprehension.

"Donna and I are just going to have to make sure to keep you as busy as possible until then! Help take your mind off of the prospect for a bit," Angela said.

"You can always look after Ellie and Kenny," Donna offered with a smirk.

"Yeah. That'll keep my mind off of any prospective children...watching children. I think the club is rubbing off on you, Donna," Bella said nervously. Donna chuckled.

"Well, I am married to a patched member as well."

Bella sighed again, and Angela put her arm around her best friend. "We'll help you through this, Bells. You're not alone."

"What did you tell Chibs in order to keep him from his own dorm?" Donna asked. Bella looked up at the older woman with a questioning look.

"Well, church has to be over by now, and he still hasn't bothered us. What's keeping him away?"

"Ah. Well, I kinda told him we were having a girl's day. Make overs and such," she admitted.

Donna's smile turned predatory, and Bella got nervous. "Perfect!" Donna said with enthusiasm.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

"Otto, um, Agent Stahl, A.T.F." Stahl introduced herself to the inmate in question. "Luann sends her best. Too bad you don't have a sister prison. You guys could, uh, visit each other, go to the dance together."

Otto immediately didn't like the snarky bitch, but what she was saying at the moment greatly concerned him about Luann.

"We raided your wife's studio. Found enough narcotics to put her away for a dime, maybe more," Stahl continued as she slid his wife's file over so he could see.

"Jesus Christ, Luann," Otto said.

"Yeah, it's very sad. All those teenage boys with nothing to jerk off to," Stahl pressed.

"What do you want?" Otto demanded.

"You give me something on Sam Crow, and I cut your wife loose."

"You went after her to get to me?" he asked, and only just barely managed to contain a laugh. Oldest trick out there, but there was a reason it was still used. It fucking worked. One laugh did get through. "It's a waste of time."

Stahl then looked to the observation camera. "Turn the camera off," she ordered. Otto looked up just in time to see the red light shut off, and the camera give a tiny beep.

"All right, look. I'm gonna be straight with you okay," she said, sitting in a chair opposite Otto. "I got this bullshit case dumped on me. Last thing I want to be doing is running around humping outlaw bikers. I just need something to take back to my bosses. If the intel leads nowhere, I really don't give a shit." Otto only sat there, seeing through her ploy.

The Sons of Anarchy were actually quite the challenge of a case to whoever got it. The method of acting as though she didn't want the case, but being the one that was digging the hardest and deepest...nah...didn't add up. He could give her something old. Something small. It'd get her off his back, off the back of the club, and most importantly, get Luann free.

"I know you have a parole up in three months," Stahl pressed, taking his silence as his answer. "If you help me with this, I can make it happen this time."

"And you'd throw me a recommendation," he said, leaning with his elbows on the table.

"Yeah, I would. Luann walks. You get out of here. And I get to move on to a real case. This is a win-win-win situation."

"Shit I know is all dead. I'm not plugged into Sam Crow anymore," Otto tells her. It's a lie, of course. But what she didn't know…

Stahl pursed her lips in a gesture. "My boss doesn't know that, does he? Just give me any old dead shit. I really don't care."

"I want it all in writing. All of it. And a conjugal. I want to see Luann," he said.

"I'll try and make that happen," she said. If it got her the information she needed to bring down Sam Crow, she'd let the guy make a porno in the prison.

"Okay," he said.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Tig, Piney, and Bobby were at a small little bar, getting ready to cause the distraction needed to clear out Unser's department.

"You ever get high off of this?" Tig asked Piney, motioning to his tank.

"It's just oxygen," Piney tells him.

"No, I know. I know. But can't you turn it way up," he asked, turning the flow nozzle of the tank so it lets out more oxygen. "Get like, you know, the Blue Velvet kind of thing going on?" Piney but his hand on top of the tank to stop Tig as he got a nose full of nothing but pure Oxygen, and Tig made sucking sounds.

"What the hell is wrong with him?" Piney asked Bobby.

"The list is too long, my friend," Bobby said, sipping his whiskey.

"Bobby, we should do this," Tig said, going to a table.

"Yeah."

"Listen, Bob. I'll do it," Piney said, stopping the other man.

"What?"

"Don't worry. I'll do it."

"All right. No, hey," Bobby said, taking Piney's oxygen before sending the man on his way.

"How's it going? How's it going, huh?" Tig asked the table he went to. "Look, guys, uh, last thing I want to do is start any trouble. My girl, she's Mexican too. These assholes over here at this table," he said, slightly pointing to the table behind him. "The shit they're saying about her-"

Meanwhile, Piney was stirring up trouble of his own. "I don't want to bother you fellas, but I got a daughter at home just about her age," he said, pointing to a young woman at the table in front of him. "And them rednecks over there are saying things about your girl that are more than rude. They are downright disgusting."

"Who said it," demanded one of the men.

"It's that black haired prick right behind me," Piney said, pointing to Tig. His own little get back for wasting his oxygen, even if it was one hell of a hit.

The man got up and walked right up to Tig, only to get one hell of a punch to the face. He took it well, seeing as for Tig, it was only a love tap, and shot back, giving Tig a decent right hook of his own. Tig, though he was only supposed to start the fight, was having a bit too much fun actually taking part in it too. He threw a few more punches before joining Bobby and Piney back at the bar.

"Well done," Bobby praised, impressed at the brawl.

"I do what I can," Piney said, taking a drink.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Meanwhile, Unser, Jax, and Opie were waiting out in the van for the call about the distraction came in.

"Dispatch is in a separate office. She won't hear us," Unser informs the two men with him. "Get to the cells through the back door."

Jax looked back at Opie. "You good?"

Opie nodded. "Yeah," he said before nodding to the station. "That's our cue," he said. Jax and Opie waited until the local P.D. left before getting out. They went in through the back, like Unser said.

Jax turned to Opie. "Wait here. Holler if anyone comes near," he told him. Opie nodded, thankful that the job was only a look out for once, other than taking a life. He didn't mind killing, but it had been a while, and the port commissioner was still haunting him.

Unser and Jax went into the cage, via the keys Unser had with him. Jax motioned for Cherry and Luann to keep quiet.

"Holy shit," Cherry whispered.

"What are you doing here?" Luann demanded.

"We think the feds are pressing Otto," Jax tell her.

"Something's going on. They're letting me see him tomorrow," she said.

"You gotta get a message to him, Luann. They're trying to us the RICO act against the club. You gotta tell Otto he can't give them any info, all right? Nothing. No matter how small or old," Jax stressed.

"Shit. Okay."

"All right?"

"I'll tell him," Luann promised.

"All right. What are they asking you?" he demanded of Cherry.

"Jax, you gotta- you gotta take me with you, man. Please," Cherry begged.

"I can't."

"That bitch wants to send me back to Nevada. I'm gonna do hard time, like a hundred goddamn years. I can't do that. Your mom's right. I'll rat if I stay in here. I'll rat!" she threatened. "Come on! Please. Please take me with you."

"All right, shut up," Jax said, unlocking her cell. "Come on. Come on. You okay?" he asked Luann as they passed. She nodded.

Jax and Cherry exited the cell block, and Unser was surprised and not having it. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Where the hell you going with her?" he demanded.

"We gotta take this one with us."

"You're breaking her out?"

"Yeah."

"Hey, aren't you the police chief?" Cherry asked.

"I got no idea what I am anymore," Unser said truthfully.

"He's a friend," Jax promised her. "Put her in the van. I'm gonna check your office, see what I can find."

Jax left, and Unser was left with Cherry, feeling like a kid with his thumb stuck up his ass. "Oh. Come on, little girl, before something else bites me in the ass. Over there." He took Cherry by her arm and guided her out.

Meanwhile, Jax was looking in on something very interesting. Stahl, at a table covered in files and evidence, moaning, panting, and crying out. As she gave a shout, Hale stood from between her legs, shirtless.

Stahl stood and started undoing his pants. "Now it's my turn." Jax smirked and left as silently as he arrived.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

The next morning, Hale was livid. He walked into the Chief's office and all but slammed the door.

"I cannot believe we let them sneak her out under our noses while you and I are-" he trailed off, too angry at himself to continue.

"Ease up, sweetheart. Don't slit your wrists just yet," Stahl staid as she gathered papers.

"Cherry was half your case," Hale pointed out.

"Oakland D.A.s Office just faxed me this. A statement that they turned up an eyewitness to Hefner's murder," she said, handing Hale a sheet of paper.

"That's good, then they can get a sketch artist for a rendering," he said, perking up.

"Not quite. Seems she wasn't able to see the assailant clearly. Only that he was quite hairy and had a baseball cap on."

"That't half of the men in SAMCRO. So, the damn thing is practically useless," Hale said.

"We know that. But anyone outside of this office, doesn't," she pointed out. "We can use this to scare something out of dear Mrs. Winston if need be. Screw the tart. This gives us our present day crime."

Stahl got up and grabbed her jacket. "Now I'm gonna go get me some yesterday," she said in his ear, before biting at his jaw with a moan.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

"Thanks for doin' this Hap. She's annoying, but attached to a member, so-," Clay tells Happy. "Chief Unser here has been kind enough to supply us with a truck."

Unser stepped forward with a sheet of paper in his hand, giving it to Happy. "Shipping manifests for two pallets of electronics. 180 pounds and 98 pounds. Leave you to figure out which is which."

"That oughta get you and the cargo across the Canadian boarder without a stop," Clay said, standing up and trying to hand Happy and envelope of money, only he didn't take it.

"This is my gift to you. You know my mom's real sick. She's in a home in Bakersfield," he said in his raspy voice.

"Yeah," Clay said with a feeling of sympathy towards his brother.

"I'm thinking about going nomad. I can spend some more time with her. And I would get Charlie to leave me alone. Dude has brass balls for the shit he's pulled. I'd give him this job if it'd get him off my tail," Happy said with a smirk.

"You know there's always a seat at that table for you, my brother," Clay tells him, taking him into a hug.

"Thank you."

"Absolutely," Bobby said, getting in his own manly hug.

"Thanks, Bobby."

"You let us know if your mom needs anything, killer," Tig said.

"Thanks, Tig."

"Hap," Chibs acknowledge.

"Let's move out," Happy tells his company.

"See you, brother."

"He seems like a nice fella," Unser said after a moment. Clay nearly choked on his drink, as everyone looked at the man who clearly didn't know that Happy was one of the Filthy Few.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

"Holy hot damn, mama! You are lookin' fine," Angela said as Bella came out in a black baby doll of black and red lace.

Bella gave a slight blush, but smirked all the same. "I thought Chibs might like it," she said as she spun.

"With your crow tatt on display like that, I'm positive the man won't be able to keep his hands off you. Anything I do to emphasize mine and Opie won't let me out of the room for a good 48 hours. That's why I don't do it as often. Both times I dared, we had Ellie and Kenny," Donna said with a laugh. Angela and Bella laughed, and then Angela sighed.

"I'll admit, I'm a bit jealous. I want what the two of you have. Not the tatt, although that would be cool. But what it symbolizes. I want that level of care," she said with a whimsy look in her eye.

"How are you and Jax going?" Bella asked in curiosity. Angela shrugged.

"I'm sure he's interested, but it seems he wants to take things slow. He hasn't made any overt moves at all beyond a kiss here or there and a ride on his bike."

"With the women he's had in the past, I'm not surprised. Both Tara and Wendy were bitches of the highest calibre and he just dived head first into the sack with both of them. One tore his heart to shreds and the other nearly took his son down with her. You're gonna have to make the first move if you want to speed things along. I think he's trying to get a feel for you first," said Donna as she did Bella's hair.

"Maybe you should be the one sitting here," Bella said with a smirk. Donna beamed.

"Great idea! You're done anyway. We get you all dolled up for Chibs, now let's help Angel bag her man!"

"It's Angela," Angela corrected.

"Not to Jax. And I have the perfect outfit!" Donna said, beaming.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Luann was kissing Otto's face gently. Otto was reveling in his wife's touch. Prison regulations stated that not even the woman he was married to could touch him. And being in a 9X12 cell for 22 hours of the day was doing nothing for his health. His eye sight was failing in the worst of ways, and that was saying something considering he could only see out of one eye. He only went outside during rec time because he didn't want rickets or anything like that. They 'yard' was barely that and was filthy besides.

"Jax said A.T.F. is using RICO against the club," she whispered in his ear that was pointing away from the camera. "Are the feds pressing you to turn...because of me?"

"Oh, no, no, baby. No. I took care of it," Otto promised, trying to allay her fears, as she pulled back. "I got you clear."

"Jesus, Otto. Did you rat?" Luann asked in wide eyed fear. She leaned in once more and again whispered in his ear. "If Clay sees I got out, he'll know you made some kind of deal. You know what they'll do to you."

"Don't worry. Baby, don't worry. I'll get a message to the M.C. Okay?" Otto asked. Luann nodded with a shuddering sigh. "I'm more worried about you. You gotta be smart, Luann. They'll do whatever they can to hurt us." Luann pulled Otto into a hug with a sob. This 10 minutes was heaven and torture to the woman. She hadn't been able to kiss or hold her man in years, and 10 minutes was sweet agony, and not enough time.

Knowing their time had come to an end, Luann left, and Otto looked to the camera. He knew he was never getting out of here. Now he just had to let that stuck up nosey bitch know as well. Preferably, painfully.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Half-Sac and Cherry were laying back, covered in nothing but the sheet. Cherry was playing with one of his hands, kissing the back of it.

"Is there anything else?" he asked.

"No, that's everything," she said with a smile.

"Sure?"

"Swear. I swear," she said, and they both gave a chuckle.

"Well, I don't think I could ever get used to calling you Rita," he admitted.

"I don't want you to." Then after a moment, "I'm sorry."

"It's all right," he said as she kissed the back of his hand. There was a knock on the door.

"Wrap it up, kids. It's time to go," Gemma hollered at them. Cherry kissed Half-Sac, not wanting to say goodbye just yet.

"I have something I want you to have," she said, leaning over the side of the bed and pulling up a tag like one would put on a dog's collar. The name Cherry written on it.

The both laugh. "Cherry," he said.

"Cherry," she repeated. "Don't forget me."

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Jax rode into the clubhouse later that evening after seeing Happy and Cherry to the boarder of Charming. He was beat, and could really used a shower to get the road dust off him. He was hoping to see Angela sometime today, but luck hadn't been on his side. He made a mental note to track her down tomorrow. He needed to see his Angel. And she was that.

The woman brought nothing but peace and happiness when he thought about her, and a smile to his face. Didn't matter if it was after a long day with the club or at the hospital with Abel. That was another thing. She was a natural with his son. The times he had caught her holding Abel, sitting in one of the rocking chairs in the nursery, it was both touching and a turn on. How the two went together he would never know, but there it was.

Going through the bar and into his dorm room, he stopped dead at the vision before him. Angela, on his bed reading, in nothing but a baggy SOA t shirt cut in strategic places, black lace panties, and a pair of small black angel wings. She lay on her stomach, her feet in the air, the very picture of innocence. But how innocent could a woman be looking like that in his dorm room.

"You wouldn't be waitin' on me, would you darlin'?" he asked, making her jump a bit. She smiled then sat up, sitting cross legged in the middle of the bed.

"Well, I had been waiting for Tig, but-" she said, with a teasing smile and a mischievous look in her eye. She giggled at the look he got in his eyes and shook her head, patting the bed in front of her. "Just kidding, you lug. Come here. We need to talk."

"Talk?" he asked with a raised eyebrow, but he did what she said anyway. She nodded as he sat. "With you looking like that, sitting on my bed?" She nodded again.

"Just for a sec. I wanted to tell you a couple of things," she said.

"Like?"

Angela took a deep breath. "I like you, Jax. I care for you very much. I am over the moon, in love with Abel. And I want to be with you. But I need to know a couple of things, first."

"Like?" he repeated. Angela shot him a look.

"That better not be your only reply to everything I say." Jax chuckled and held his hands up. Then she continued. "I don't want to be a fling in the sack. Nor will I be a booty call. I want a relationship. I look forward to seeing you at any time during the day. I want the ability to see you and know you are mine. If we take this next step, you are mine. I am yours. Easy. But if you don't want that, I'll walk out and we'll remain friends."

Jax didn't give her a verbal answer. He leaned forward, slowly, so she knew what he had planned, and kissed her gently. Or at least, it started out gentle. But the longer they kissed, the more the passion built and it wasn't long before Angela found herself straddling Jax. She was only able to remember what she needed once he started kissing her neck, allowing her to breath.

"Does that answer your thoughts, babe," he asked in between light bites to her neck and soothing kisses.

"Yes," she breathed. Jax once again claimed her lips, and flipped them over until he was above her on the bed. She frantically pulled at his shirt and kutte, wanting them both off so she could feel his skin. He got the message and tore them off.

Angela gasped at the perfect specimen before her. And he had only taken his shirt off. Covering her once again, his fingers found their way to the juncture of her legs, gently rubbing her slit, and rolling her clit as he passed. Angela moaned at the feeling he was giving her. She couldn't wait, and frantically began undoing his own pants. Without preamble, Angela shoved her hand down his boxers the moment his belt was undone, and took hold of Jax's cock, pumping in time with his own ministrations on her. It took almost every bit of concentration she had not to just feel, but she wanted this to be about him as much as it was about her. There would be no tit for tat in their relationship.

Angela whimpered as the pressure in her lower abdomen built. Her hips moving, thrusting into his questing fingers. Jax slid a finger into Angela's cunt, and gave his own moan at how tight and warm she was. She was perfect. Everything about her was perfect, and he was so lucky to have her in both his and Abel's lives. Pumping his fingers in and out of her as his thumb continued to rub her clit, Angela's hips began dancing more erratically in time with his movements. As one hand was busy giving her pleasure below, Jax's other hand went under the shirt she had on and began playing with one of her nipples. Angela cried out, the pleasure almost becoming too much.

"Come for me, Angel. Let go," he said, kissing her forehead. Angela gave another shout of pleasure as the coil finally sprang free.

"AH! Jax!"

Jax watched in aw as Angela's head was thrown back, he chest heaving with shallow pants, and he could feel her climax soaking his hand. She was heavenly. He let her come down from her pleasure and chuckled at seeing the look on her face.

"We're not done yet, Angel. We have all night, and I want to see how badly I can corrupt one of the heavenly host," he said with a smirk as he kissed her passionately. Perfect.

~~~~~~~~~)O(~~~~~~~~~

Stahl entered the interrogation room with the file and typed up version of Otto's napkin confession of what the Sons had been up to 10 years ago.

"Here's your statement. You want to make sure we got it all right, please?" she asked, setting the file and a pen down. "I hope you had a nice visit."

"I did, thanks."

"You sign, then I'll sign."

"Shit," Otto said.

"What's the matter?" Stahl asked.

"I don't have my glasses. Did I say this was June or July?" he asked, pointing to a spot on the paper. Stahl stepped to his side, looking down at the paper.

"Looks like July to me," she said. Otto struck. Before she could do anything to defend herself, Otto grabbed Stahl and slammed her head into the table not once, not twice, not even three times. He slammed her nose first into the metal table five times before the prison guards were able to get him away from her. One held him down to the floor, the other sent kick after kick to his gut.

Otto did nothing but laugh. There. Now she knew. She knew that he knew he was never getting out of here. She knew he would do anything for Luann. And she knew that he would NEVER rat on his club.