"I'm going to kill you," Jax promised, "I'm going to fucking shove a knife down your throat."

Cassidy grimaced slightly at Jax's hateful and angry tone that nearly shook the house. She didn't know what Father Kellan wanted from Jax, but she wasn't all too sure he was going to get it.

The move, taking Thomas, it was calculative, and it was a major gamble. In theory, yes, this could work in Father Ashby's favor, he would make Jax bend to his will. However, while Cassidy knew nothing of substance about Jax – she knew this – Jackson Teller did not bend to anyone's will, especially when he was pissed off.

Jax wasn't taking any prisoners, and more likely than not this was going to backfire on Father Kellan.

"He's like that," Thomas said dryly, "All threatening."

Cassidy turned her head to look at Thomas, while at first glance, he had a strong resemblance towards Abel, he was nothing like Cassidy's boyfriend. Abel was a fighter, and while Thomas was too, Abel was a fighter in a much different way.

Abel threw his fists, and broke down doors, and he made things happen. Thomas, however, wasn't as rash as his brother, he was calm, and calculating, and despite the fact that he was tied to a kitchen table, Thomas had this air about him – like he wasn't worried about anything at all.

"How did they get you here?" Cassidy wondered aloud.

"I'm assuming the same way they got you here," Thomas shrugged, "Some dick put a gun to my not girlfriend's head and told me to get in the car."

"My kidnapping wasn't quite as noble."

"That's cool, the damsel in distress isn't supposed to be noble."

"I am not a damsel in distress," Cassidy said affronted.

"No?" Thomas raised his eyebrows.

"I'm not the one tied to a table."

"I'm not the one with a bum leg."

"I'm not the one who needs their daddy to defend them," Cassidy countered.

"No," Thomas said, "You're just the one who shoots her daddy."

Cassidy gaped at him, she couldn't remember a single person in her life who had ever spoken so boldly – even Abel would never had just thrown that out there.

"He deserved it!" She said with a lack of anything better to say.

"No, he deserved to be castrated."

"Oh," Cassidy said slightly placated, "That would have been cool too."

Thomas looked at her for a second before laughing, "Freaking kid."

"I'm not a kid! I'm older than you!"

"You're a pregnant kid."

"Why is my pregnancy so fascinating to you?"

"That's my nephew you're incubating."

"It's not a boy, Thomas," Cassidy said in her best attempt to make him feel stupid.

"Oh yeah, so what is it a girl?"

"No!"

"No? So what are you growing in there? A bowling ball?"

"I don't know!"

"Touchy," Thomas said slowly, "Chill kid, I'm the one who got kidnapped here."

Cassidy gaped at Thomas for a moment, before turning her head away from him, and crossing her arms over her chest with a 'humph' she had known this idiot for all of five minutes and he was already the most infuriating person she had ever met in her entire life.

It was like he didn't care, like he wasn't fazed at all by the fact that he had literally just been plucked off the street and driven towards an unknown destination, like it was all penciled into his agenda for the day, and Cassidy had no idea what to make of that.

"I assure you Jackson, your son is perfectly safe," Father Kellan said loudly over Jax's threats, "He's sitting here right now with Ms. Somers, they're making small talk and everything."

"And everything," Thomas said dryly before calling loudly, "Hey old man."

Cassidy nearly slapped him; how was he being so freaking nonchalant? Was this kid mentally impaired or something? Kidnapping equals bad. Freaky gun-toting priest equals bad. Daddy making threats to said priest equally bad.

"Thomas you're in so much trouble." Jax promised in a much less threatening tone.

"Love you too," Thomas called back, "I'm fine, don't go into cardiac arrest I don't think your damaged heart could take it. Oh, and tell Mom not to have a hernia."

"Your mother is currently unleashing hell on your girlfriend."

"She's my not girlfriend, and that's cool, she can take it." Thomas nodded to himself.

Cassidy slapped the back of his head, "Would you quit it?"

"Ow!" Thomas glared at her, "What was that for?"

"Your mom and dad are probably worried sick," She scolded, "Don't act like nothing is happening."

"What about your mom and dad huh?"

"I shot my dad, fifteen times," Cassidy reminded.

"Right," Thomas nodded.

"If you two are done with your squabble, I think it's time we got to the point," Father Kellan interrupted.

"We aren't squabbling," Cassidy muttered under her breath like a child.

"Nobody even fucking uses the word squabble," Thomas muttered in the same manner.

"Wait," Cassidy remembered, "How's Abel?"

Thomas laughed, "So now you remember your baby daddy?"

"It wasn't like you were remembering your brother," She accused.

"That's socially acceptable," Thomas brushed it off, "I've known the guy for like point two seconds."

"Doesn't make him any less your brother."

"Doesn't make him any less your baby daddy."

"That makes no sense."

"You make no sense, kid."

"Shut the fuck up!" Scrugs yelled causing Cassidy to flinch waiting for the expected blow that never came.

"Put one hand on her," Thomas threatened quietly, his hands unexplainably free, and holding Scrugs fist in his hand tightly, "And I will put you on your fucking ass."

"Thomas," Cassidy said in a quiet tone though hers was a terrible attempt to be soothing as she grabbed his free hand with her own, "Just sit down, don't cause any waves, not for me."

Thomas looked at her for a long second before sitting down slowly and grabbing the piece of rope and tossing it at Scrugs, "Next time you want to kidnap someone, don't tie them to a fucking pointed edge, people tend to cut themselves free when presented the opportunity to do so."

Cassidy looked at Thomas for what felt like the millionth time, how did he manage to do that? Even while being the most infuriating, insufferable, sarcastic person in the world, he still managed to seem completely and totally passive in this threatening manner.

"Well," Father Kellan laughed, "You have quite the resourceful son, Jaxon."

"Hey," Thomas said turning to look at her, "You okay?"

"Yeah," She smiled, "I'm used to it remember?"

"Yeah," Thomas' jaw tightened, "I remember."

"Get to the point Ashby; the fuck do you want?"

"Isn't it obvious, Jackson? You're going to go back into business with the Galindo Cartel."

Cassidy had absolutely no idea what a Galindo Cartel was but judging by the way nobody seemed to have anything to say to that, she figured it probably wasn't something anyone wanted to be involved in whatsoever.

"What are you talking about?" Jax finally asked in a calm tone that Cassidy had never heard the man use – not that she actually knew him or had more than a single conversation with him – but she figured that too – couldn't mean anything good.

"It's simple, Jackson, you're going to once again expand your horizons," Father Ashby said, "You're going to sell our guns to the Cartel, and in return the Cartel is going to let you sell their drugs."

"We don't deal."

"You also are just a motorcycle club."

"I mean it, the Sons don't deal."

"You do now," Father Ashby said simply, "And you deal in Charming."

"Or what?" Thomas said sarcastically, "Are you going to shoot me?"

"Thomas stay out of this." Jax said quickly.

"No," Father Ashby said as a nameless man grabbed a gun, "In fact, I'm not going to do anything to you. But now that we do have you here, we really don't need Ms. Somers, here anymore, do we?"

Cassidy's eyes widened as she felt the cool barrel of the gun press against her temple, but didn't say anything. How could she? It was obvious that Father Ashby was right, there was no point in keeping her alive, when they had Thomas.

She had become dispensable from the moment Thomas had showed up in the house.

"Well what are you waiting for? Shoot her."

"I don't know Father," The man said slowly trailing the gun down her cheek making her breathe in a quick breath, "She's quite a looker, maybe I could take her downstairs, and have my way with her first?"

"Like hell," Thomas yelled making Cassidy scream as he lunged forward knocking the man backwards, the sounds of gun shots going off in the room.

Chaos.

The whole situation was absolutely chaotic, and Cassidy lost track of who was on what side. Thomas was weaving in and out of bodies, swinging punches in calculated moves – somebody had taught him how to fight, Scrugs seemed undecided on the whole issue – there were moments where he went for Thomas, and other moments where he stopped a man from getting to her – and Father Ashby was doing what she was doing and simply watching the whole thing unfold with wide eyes.

Forcing herself to look away, she scanned the kitchen looking for something she could use to help, looking for something she could do. But it didn't matter if she even found anything, she couldn't get up, she couldn't walk, she couldn't do anything.

She really was the epitome of a damsel in distress.

Cassidy lifted her eyes carefully making sure no one was watching her before she began moving to her left, till she was just close enough to grab onto what she had been looking at, and stuffing it into her boot that thankfully stopped just slightly above the mid of her calf.

"Stop it," Cassidy screamed loudly as she realized that two men were holding Thomas' hand behind his back, while another was punching him, "You're going to kill him! Stop it! Stop it!"

"That's enough," Father Ashby said regaining his composure, "You've already knocked him out, we were supposed to keep him safe. He's supposed to be delivered in perfect condition."

"Delivered?" Jax said sharply despite the fact that his voice was shaking slightly – Cassidy wasn't sure if it was from hearing his son get beat up or from anger, "What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Well you didn't think we were the ones who wanted to make your life miserable, Jackson?" Father Ashby said with a small smile, "The IRA has no interest in ruining your life, we're simply interested in your business, we found a way to attain your business. That's all this is a simple business transaction, between us, and someone who truly hates you."

"Where are you taking my son?"

"Don't worry, Jackson, your son isn't the one you should be worried about, it's his lack of cooperation that should worry you." Father Ashby's voice took on a dangerous tone, "When he wakes up, I'll give you five minutes to talk to him. In that time you'll explain to him that in his efforts to protect Ms. Somers he is only making it worse, because the next time your son gets in my way, I will let my men have their way with her. I am not playing games."

Cassidy closed her eyes, and wet her lips with her tongue in a nervous movement, as she gently pulled Thomas' head onto her lap, dabbing at his face with the sleeve of her shirt, trying to clean him up the best he could.

"You said it yourself," Jax argued, "You don't need her anymore, let her go."

"You seem to be under the illusion that this is all about you, Jackson," Father Ashby, "About ruining your life. Had you ever stopped to think that this could be about more?"

"Like what?"

"Like ruining Ms. Somers' life."

Cassidy laughed under her breath, of course, of course this was her fault.

"What are you talking about?"

"I have never seen a man hate his daughter as much as Mick Holland hates poor Cassidy."

"You were never going to give her back," Jax said his tone growing louder with each word as he realized exactly what Cassidy had, "Not ever, from the start of all of this, you never had a single intention of giving her back, you were always going to hand her over to her father."

"I've been told they have some unfinished business."

Cassidy blocked out the rest of the conversation as she focused her attention on trying to fix the damage that she had caused to Thomas' face. Sure, she wasn't the one who had delivered the punches, but she may as well have.

Cassidy had a theory, that this plan wasn't so much as a plan, but rather a bunch of different actions that somebody – most likely the woman – was taking to break everything that Jax had built for himself.

Wherever this ended, whatever the outcome of all these steps were meant to be, Cassidy was sure that it would end in Jax being alone, it would end with him needing help, him begging for it.

They had taken Thomas, and by taking Cassidy with no intentions of giving her back – they had effectively taken Abel, next would be Tara, or the club. They were the only two things Jax had left.

However, she had been sure that the way they were going to go about doing this, was by setting up Jax's life the way it had been before the club got clean. By dipping their hands back into the illegal activities they had been involved in before, by dropping bodies, and creating messes, by making noise.

Now she wasn't so sure, maybe it was her. The only reason Abel was going through this was because of her – because of her father's hatred for her, because she had been taken – and she knew her boyfriend and because he would never blame this on her, he would blame it on Jax.

And now here was Thomas, lying in her arms, bloodied and bruised, all because of her. Cassidy was single-handedly destroying both the Teller brothers.

"Cassidy," Scrugs said causing her to look up, "It's done."

She nodded and watched a man grabbed Thomas' legs and began dragging him somewhere, and only stopped watching when Scrugs grabbed her and helped her up, handing her, her crutches as she did so.

"I'm sorry," He said quietly as they made their way down the hall towards the staircase.

"For what," She said bitterly, "Trying to punch me."

"Cassidy, if I hadn't done something it would've looked like-"

"Like what, Scrugs?" She said sharply but making sure to keep her voice down, "I don't know what side your own here. One minute you're on my side, and the next you're on theirs. I'm not playing this hot and cold game with you. I don't know what you want from me, but if its trust, you don't have it."

"The woman," Scrugs said quietly as she entered her cell where Thomas was now laying on her cot, "You want to know if you can trust me? The woman you met that day, the one that knows your father? Her name is Gemma, ask Thomas, he'll know who she is."

Cassidy waited till Scrugs was completely out of sight, and then what felt like five minutes after that, before sighing and reaching into her boot to pull out what she had won. She glanced around the cell trying to figure out where to hide it, and when she realize that there was no good place, she put it in the most obvious place in the entire world.

She slid the gun under the bed, and waited for Thomas to wake up.