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CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO: Bad Day

There she was, staring at photo of him. Lacey hoped to never see him again, even on a piece of paper. Jesse Coles wasn't her ex boyfriends name and he didn't work in an office cubical for a call center. He was Marcus Stanley.

Marcus was undercover agent for ATF.

His informant that he'd been working with Jason Ritcher, who's I.D was also on the piece of paper, was the man who grabbed her at the cemetery and filed the missing persons report. The man also just happened to be the brother of Daryl Ritcher.

Daryl Ritcher wasn't an FBI agent like he was making out to be. He'd been kicked out of the academy due to his mental health. After six months at the academy his father died in a fatal car accident. After that he seemed to lose it. He never showed up to classes or training and when he did he was late. He even carried a loaded gun and when asked why he told them he thought someone was after him. The report didn't go into what his relationship with his father was like but Lacey could only guess that they were extremely close. He also had a violent criminal record. He'd been arrested for pulling a gun on someone he thought was following him. He went ended up in a mental institution for assault when he got into a bar fight that had quickly escalated to him almost beating a man to death. He would have got jail time but pleaded insanity. He spent six months in an institution and was released when they thought he was well enough to go back into the community. He also had a long list of minor assault charges that came after his time inside the mental hospital. This man was not only violent, he was insane. There was no connection between him and Marcus apart from Jason.

Jason wasn't like his brother but he was still a criminal. He had a few charges that consisted of owning unregistered firearms, robbery, breaking and entering and a few other charges he'd done two years in prison for. He was also has ties to a club the Sons of Anarchy sold their guns too but wasn't a member.

Everything was one big messed up pile of yarn that needed to be untangled. Lacey and the club still had a lot more questions that needed to be answered.

"You okay, Darlin'?" She heard snapping her out of her trance. She was trying not to let this revelation get the better of her but it was proving difficult. She was still feeling everything she felt when she first saw the photo I.D's.

"I don't know." She said looking up at Jax. "How would you feel if someone you dated turned out to be someone else?"

"Upset, angry, possibly everything else you're feeling." He said sitting in the chair across from her. "Even if we didn't have the best relationship."

She sighed. "This just doesn't all add up."

"We're trying to find answers. We think if we find Jason, threaten him a little, he'll tell is everything."

"Jason's not the one running the show. For some strange reason Daryl is." She agreed with him.

He frowned. "There's a whole lot more to it."

"Including why after nine months no one has come asking questions about Jesse... I mean Marcus' disappearance until now." She said pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

"And why the asshole thought he could use you to get information." His frown turned into glare.

"What's Clay planning for our crazy wannabe Fed?"

"That's top secret club business."

She rolled her eyes. "Of course it is."

"Come with me." he told her as he stood up. She stood up and followed him back to his dorm room. He walked over to his bed and crouched down pulling a metal box from under it. He open the box and pulled out a a black hand gun. "I want you to carry this with you where ever you go and to use it if you have to. It's unregistered so if you do use it won't come back on anyone."

"What about when I have someone with me?"

"If it's not me or one of the guys it'll be a prospect and I really don't trust any of them except Juice." He held the gun out to her. "You still remember how to shoot a gun?"

"I'm pretty sure I can remember how to shoot. Chibs taught me after all." She said taking it from him, feeling the weight of the cool black metal in her hand. She walked to where her handbag was sitting on his computer desk. She put the gun inside her bag as she picked it up. "You coming home with me?"

He nodded his head and took her hand leaving the clubhouse.

"You might as well just keep my car," Lacey laughed as they got out of her black BMW. He once again drove took her keys from her without asking and drove them back to her place.

"You know I don't like your driving," he said following her up the footpath to her front door after she grabbed the mail out of her letter box. She had a bit of a heavy foot when it came to driving. She didn't exactly follow the road rules or speed limit.

"Oh harden up, you're an outlaw." She laughed again unlocking the door. They walked inside with Jax closing the door behind them. She started going through her mail and saw she had a letter from her landlady. She opened it and scanned over the piece of paper. "This day couldn't get any fucking worse!"

Jax looked at her confused. "What happened?"

"The bitch has given me a two weeks notice to get out of the house."

"Did she say why?" he asked. He knew she loved this house.

"Because she's a fucking bitch!"

She handed him the letter letting him read it. He read it quickly and looked at her. "She can't kick you out because of us."

She sighed. "Well she is and right now we have too much going on to add this to it. She wants her house back she can have it back. I don't fucking care."

"You can stay with me at the clubhouse. We can put your stuff back in storage until you find another place."

"You don't mind me staying with you?"

"Not at all. I love waking up to you in the morning."

"You just love the morning sex." She poked fun at him as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He pulled her close against him.

"Don't forget before dinner sex." he smirked kissing her. He picked her up, wrapping her legs around his waist and walked to her bedroom.