"Do you think they let you pick your cell mate in prison?"

Abel rolled his eyes "We aren't going to prison, Nick."

"Shame," He shrugged, "We could have had fun."

"Oh yeah, we could have gotten gang raped together."

"Dude," Nick raised his eyebrows, "Don't fight the bromance."

"Wouldn't dare."

"Shouldn't we get like a phone call or something?" Nick asked.

"Is it wrong that if we do, I want to call Matthew and tell him we totaled his car?" Abel asked.

"About as wrong as me wanting to order a pizza with my phone call."

The pair laughed, they were sitting alone in a single holding cell, Abel on the floor with his back against the wall, and Nick sprawled out along the bed. He had come down from his high ages ago, yet he still couldn't find it in himself to be remorseful.

Maybe he'd try again tomorrow.

"I feel like we should be more worried about this."

"My dad's in town," Abel shrugged like that solved everything, which it kind of did.

"Well how's your dad going to know we're in here?"

Abel opened his mouth to answer when a cop came in and unlocked the cell, "Petrie, Muroe, your charges have been dropped, you're free to go."

"Dude," Nick groaned as they exited the holding cell and entered the sheriff's station to find two people waiting for them, "She came to bail you out even after what you said? Why am I not dating Cassidy Somers?"

Abel resisted the urge to tell him that by morning, most likely, neither of them were going to be dating Cassidy Somers, she was more likely here to put him out on his ass.

"Thanks Mr. P, you're an incredible man," Nick grinned as Abel's dad tossed him his car keys. If Abel wasn't so freaked out by Cassidy's presence, he would have laughed at how easily his dad had given Nick his car even after what they had done.

"You are clean and sober right?"

Nick nodded, he hadn't needed any kind of courage boost to run Matthew's car into a tree, he had just done it for the hell of it, if Abel thought he didn't like the kid, he had nothing on Nick's opinion of him.

"Alright kid, talk to your girl, then come meet me outside," His dad said before following Nick out of the station.

Abel resisted the urge to run after his dad, his own girlfriend had never even remotely been fear-inducing, but now she was the most terrifying person on the entire planet, and she wasn't even doing anything.

She was just standing there, his father's suit jacket draped over her shoulders covering the strapless blue dress she had been wearing for the party. Well, he had successfully ruined that. He sighed and then walked right past her and out the station, he didn't stop walking, his dad simply fell into step with him.

"So Cassidy Somers, huh?" He smirked

Abel groaned good-naturedly, "Why must everyone refer to her as that?"

"Because it's a definition in itself, come on kid, that's the kind of girl you marry even though you don't know a damn thing about her, just because she's Cassidy Somers."

"Is this seriously what you want to talk about? My girlfriend? Because last time I checked, Dad, you just bailed me out of jail." Abel said pointedly.

"I mean I got the charges dropped, and we can't talk about something that never happened." He shrugged.

"And mom?"

"Is scared of her own shadow, we don't tell her anything at all." He said firmly.

Abel nodded in understanding, "So Cassie?"

"I approve." His dad laughed clapping him on the shoulder, "I approve of any girl who comes to our house at two in the morning without managing to wake your mother up, and tells me you're in jail, all while laughing."

"She laughed?" Abel raised his eyebrows.

His dad laughed again, "Yeah, she tried to hide how amused she was, but it wasn't working, I don't think either of you have a good sense of judgment between what is socially acceptable and what isn't."

"God, she's going to kill me," Abel groaned, he was feeling a little bit better knowing that he hadn't managed to ruin their night, but that didn't mean he hadn't managed to ruin their relationship, their relationship that was all of seventy-two hours old.

"Why don't we find out?" His dad raised his eyebrows as Cassidy exited the sheriff's station, her hair tied up in its ever-present messy ponytail. In her hands, were his things, his jacket, his wallet, cell phone, and what he was assuming was Nick's things. Shit, they probably should have waited for that stuff.

"Thanks," He said quietly taking them from her hands, and shoving his car keys back at her, he was definitely not in a position to drive.

"You're welcome," She said just as quietly avoiding looking at him and instead turned to his dad, "Are you coming with us Mr. Petrie, or?"

"I'm going to go meet a friend for a drink actually, you get my boy home safe alright?"

Abel rolled his eyes.

"Sure," Cassidy leaned up and sweetly kissed his dad's cheek, and handed him his suit jacket back, before getting into the front seat of Abel's car.

He shot his dad one last 'help me' look before getting into the passenger seat of his car. Even weeks later, Abel hadn't found anything sexier than Cassidy behind the wheel of a car, and damn it, if he hadn't fucked up tonight, it would have been totally acceptable for him to put his hand on her thigh, and do a whole hell of a lot of distracting.

"Cassie, about tonight-"

"I don't want to talk about it, Abel." Cassidy said firmly.

"Cassie, we need to talk about it, the things I said to you-"

"Abel," She said loudly taking her eyes off the road to shoot him a totally ineffective glare, but he got the hint and quieted down as she made a left turn.

"My house is the other way."

"You're staying at my house."

Abel looked at Cassidy like she had turned into a girl he had never seen before, Cassidy had stayed at his house before, multiple times in fact, hell she had been there last night, but Abel barely went inside of Cassidy's house, let alone spent the night there.

"You're going to need an alibi for your mother," She said as an explanation.

"I can stay at Nick's."

Cassidy pulled the car over into some random parking lot with a screech, and turned to look at him, her hand still firmly gripping the top of the wheel, "Do you want to Abel? You're acting like I'm the one who messed up tonight. So tell me what you want, and we'll do that."

"Cassie," He shook his head, "I have no idea what you're thinking right now, I don't want to be everywhere you look if you don't want to see me, I don't want you to think I don't understand the enormity of what I said to you tonight."

"Do you know how I survived my dad, Abel?"

Abel fell silent as she stunned him into silence, where they seriously talking about her dad right now, even after all he had said?

"I blocked it out Abel, I blocked out every word my father said to me." Cassidy said in an unwavering tone, "Because that's what I do, I lie to myself, and I pretend like things aren't happening to me, I run away from them. So right now, this is me running, so you can either run with me, and pretend like tonight never happened, or you can drop me off at home, and pretend like we never happened."

"You know," Abel said quietly as she pulled out of the parking lot, "I would follow you anywhere."

"No," Cassidy sniffed, "You can't say perfect things like that, not right now. You can run with me, but you have to be quiet while doing so."

And so Abel settled on not using words, he had never been very good at them anyway, and instead he moved his hand, and placed it gently on her thigh.

"Petrie."

Abel looked up to find Agent Holland standing outside of his holding cell a manila folder in his hand, and a key in the other.

"Let's go," He said opening the door, "You're coming with me."

"You know what?" Abel said making a show of looking around his tiny cell, "I think I'm cool here, thanks."

"Trust me Petrie, you're going to want to talk to me."

"I'm not talking to you without a lawyer." He shrugged, he wasn't a stranger to the legal system, or at least he hoped he wasn't, Cassidy was a crime show junkie, and he had sat through hours on end of Law and Order. But then again, Law and Order probably wasn't the best thing to be putting your hopes on when you were actually in prison.

"Fine, then I'll talk and you can listen," Agent Holland said and to Abel's surprise he sat down on the floor of the station so he was eye level with Abel, "Did you know you were adopted?"

"Obviously," Abel said dryly.

"Do you know what an adoption consists of?"

"Obviously," He repeated.

"Humor me."

Abel studied him for a second, and despite the fact that he wanted to flip him off, he remembered his bastard-no-longer pledge that he figured he was putting into effect now, and answered, "It's when biological parents sign away the rights to their child, and give them to somebody else."

"Exactly." Agent Holland nodded, "Now tell me this, do you know how much jail time you're looking at if you do in fact get convicted?"

Abel didn't answer that. That sounded like a question he should probably have a lawyer answer for him.

"You're eighteen Abel, you'll be tried as an adult, and if convicted – which you will be – you're looking at a life sentence in Stockton."

"I'm noticing the use of the word if," Abel said then mentally hit himself, he needed a freaking lawyer. And shouldn't he get a phone call? He could call his dad, and he'd know what to do.

"I'm not here for the Sons, I'm not here for you, I'm not even here for your old man."

"Then what are you here for?"

"The Mayans, they've been in bed with the Galindo Cartel for way too long, you shut down the Mayans, you get rid of one of the Cartel's major distributors, effectively crippling them."

Abel blinked, "Am I supposed to know what any of the means?"

"You know Abel, you've got everybody here fooled thinking you're just some dumbass kid from wherever, Connecticut, you're old man and the club may not have dug into you, but I have. I know exactly how smart you are. You know what I'm telling you."

"Yeah?" Abel raised his eyebrows, "Please enlighten me, tell me what you know about me, because obviously I don't know shit."

"I know you haven't gotten anything lower than an A in your entire life-"

"Yeah but that doesn't make me some kind of genius. That's just-"

"I know you tore your ACL and three other ligaments in your left leg and you still managed to win yourself a national championship. I know that up till four years ago your mom was one of the best lawyers in the entire country, except now she's suffering from panphobia, I know your Dad is-"

"Are you going somewhere with this?"

"I know your dad is the CEO and sole owner of the fortune 500, or multi-billion dollar company, Drew Enterprises, I know that Drew Enterprises was named after you – Drew's your middle name – I know your set to attend Yale in the fall to get an Executive MBA – you were going to go to Stanford on a full scholarship but you wanted to stay close to home with your mom – and I know that by the time you're 23, you are going to become the CEO and sole owner of Drew Enterprises."

Abel set his jaw as the man basically read him his future like he was telling him all these great things were going to happen for him, except all he could think about was why this man was so interested in him, and why he knew so much about Abel if he was here for the Mayans.

The only thing Abel had that associated him with the Mayans was what happened today, but he figured everything the man had recited to him was common knowledge, you could google his dad and know all these things.

This town was too small town for anyone to know who he was, it wasn't like he was famous or anything, he didn't appear in magazines and shit, nobody was going to care about him till he took over the company, but Drew Enterprises, was a household name, and if this town wasn't as small as it was, somebody would have put it together sooner.

Abel, was surprised it had taken them this long.

"I also know all about your girlfriend, Cassidy Somers."

"We aren't talking about her, get to the point Mick," Abel said his name mockingly, he wasn't going to talk about Cassidy with this man, especially because he did not like the tone his voice took when he said her name.

"Do you still want your lawyer?"

"Sure," Abel said sarcastically, "I'll call my mom. Just tell me what you want."

"I want to make a deal with you, Abel." Agent Holland said smoothly, "You have an incredible future ahead of you, you could be a great FBI asset in the future, and every teenager makes mistakes, right?"

"What do you want from me?" Abel asked cautiously, he had nothing to offer this guy besides money, his trust fund itself was large enough to feed a small country for at least a couple hundred years.

"I want you to tell me everything you can about the Sons, find out who they make deals with, who they talk to, what they talk about."

"The Sons are legit."

"For now," Agent Holland said like he knew something Abel didn't, "But I want to know anyways, the smallest thing can help me link the Mayans to the Galindo Cartel."

"I still don't get what the Sons have to do with anything."

"The first people to know about the illegal activities of an MC, is always the rival MC." Agent Holland smirked.

"So you want me to spy on the Sons for you?"

"Think of it more as spying on the Mayans, however more inadvertently."

"And what would I get in return?"

"Isn't it obvious? I wipe the slate clean, it'll be like today never happened, there will never be a single record of this arrest, no one will ever know, no prison, no jail, no life behind bars, oh and," Agent Holland held up the manila folder, "I'll give you this."

"What is that?"

"Haven't you ever wondered how you found yourself in the Petrie's household?"

Abel was silent for a moment as he registered those words.

"If you help me with the Mayans, I'll wipe your slate clean, and give you the truth behind your adoption. So what do you say, Abel? Do we have a deal?"

I know I'm a terrible person for not posting this yesterday, I fully intended to, I just couldn't get it perfect, I didn't like how it was worded, and then I just deleted it and started from scratch. I'm still not sure if I'm entirely happy with it but I wanted to put it up for you guys. So we learn a lot more about Abel in this chapter, especially about his dad! For those of you who were wondering what the point was behind Abel's arrest, this was it. Keep in mind that while Agent Holland is in cahoots with the IRA and that woman (I know we all know who she is, but just let me pretend like it's still a mystery), and obviously, Abel doesn't know that.