Romeo pushed Jacob into the meeting room. He shot a few glances back at David's body.

"Jacob," said Miguel, "thank you for joining us. Please take a seat."

Jacob swallowed uneasily as he sat in the chair Romeo pulled out for him, adjacent to Miguel's.

"You killed my brother."

"Not before he gave us some very interesting information."

Unser walked inside. "What the hell is going on?!"

"Ah, Deputy Chief Unser, thank you for joining us. Not that we were expecting your visit. But, please stay, I think you'll find the conversation with our new mayor, quite interesting."

Unser looked at Jacob and narrowed his eyes.

"I don't know what you're talking about," said Jacob on the defensive side.

"Oh, but I think you do. You see your brother told us that your objective when becoming mayor would be to clean the streets and even if it didn't concern me personally, it's obvious you wanted to get rid of the Sons."

Jacob shot Clay a nervous glance.

"You literally have two minutes to tell me what you know, before I kill you," said Miguel as he took his gun out and aimed it at Jacob.

"I promise I know nothing."

Miguel armed his gun. "I'd think twice about lying to me if I were you. Where is my wife?!"

"OK! You're right, I tasked a group of supremacists to get rid of the Sons, but only the Sons. Caitlin should not have been mixed up in all of this."

"Who are they?" asked Clay.

"The man at the head of the group is Ethan Zobelle."

"Where are they?" asked Gemma angrily. "Where is my son!?"

"In one of his warehouses on the outskirts of Charming," replied Jacob. He then turned to Miguel. "I made sure that they didn't hurt Caitlin."

Miguel narrowed his eyes and pointed to the TV screen where Caitlin's face was still on display. "Looks to me like they listened," he said sarcastically. "I don't think you're not calling the shots anymore, Hale."

Jacob looked at the screen. "Miguel, I'm sorry."

"You piece of shit," said Unser as he glared at Jacob. "How could you become mayor and set up people to get killed!?"

"They are a menace to society," yelled out Jacob. "And you are just as dirty as they are!"

"I want the address of the warehouse, now!" said Miguel as he pushed a notepad and pen toward Jacob. Seeing Jacob was hesitating, Miguel shrugged. "I killed your brother. I won't have any issues in killing you too."

Jacob grabbed the pen and scribbled down the address handing it back to him.

Unser took his radio out. "To all units, head over to the following address…"

Miguel and Clay stood from their seats and looked at each other for a few seconds.

"…be advised that the suspects could be armed and dangerous. I want three ambulances on standby."

"Sons, let's go get our boys," said Clay as he headed toward Miguel, "and your wife."

Miguel nodded and everything started to exit the meeting room.

"What about Hale?" asked Bobby.

Clay looked at Happy. "Stay with him here. If I call you, you'll know what to do."

"Chibs is in bad shape," said Caitlin to Jax.

She had woken up ten minutes earlier, the waterboarding session having literally wiped her out.

"I'm not dead and can still hear ye," replied Chibs his hand over his bloody abdomen. "I'll be fine as long as they don't touch any vital organs. It'll just be another scar to add to the rest."

"What happened after they took us out of the room?" asked Jax.

"He made me record a video to send to Miguel."

"He'll do what it takes to get you out of here," replied Jax.

"I'm hoping he reached out to Clay and that we'll all leave here before it's too late," replied Caitlin. Even if she hated Chibs, it didn't mean she wanted him dead. "I don't want to leave you here," she said looking at Jax intensely.

"The most important thing is for you to get out of here. When you do," said Jax, "don't go to the cops, go find Clay."

Caitlin nodded.

"And if anything happens to me, tell Tara and my mom that I love them."

Caitlin shook her head, "Jax…"

"I need you to promise me."

"I don't want you to die. I love you."

"I know," replied Jax, "I love you too, Wildcat."

Weston looked through the window his eyes glued on Caitlin. The water had soaked her blouse and enhanced her breasts even more, as it clung to her chest. He licked his lips thinking that he could get a taste of that rich bitch.

One of the guys walked over to him. "Boss said to keep her hands off her."

"Have I ever been one to listen?"

"If her husband finds out…"

"I'm not playing on sending him a fucking video. By the time we release her, he'll have paid Zobelle and it won't matter."

"If Zobelle finds out, he'll kill you."

"Then keep your fucking mouth shut," he turned and looked at the other guys, "all of you and he won't know. Heck you can even get your turn when I'm done. I sure the hell want to know how it feels to fuck millions."

He opened the door, eyes on Caitlin, full of prurience. She tensed up immediately as his stare lingered. She knew that look; she had seen it before when faced with the men Billy had brought that fateful night at the club.

"No," said Caitlin as he took a step toward her. "No!"

Jax threw himself on Weston, both tumbling to the ground. "Run," he said to her.

She stood and ran out the door, heading in the opposite direction of where the other guys were stationed. She desperately looked around trying to find a back door or a way out, but there wasn't anything in sight in the part of the warehouse she had run to.

"There is no place to hide, princess," she heard Weston's voice say a few moments later nearing her location. He was right, there was no place to hide and when she saw him round the corner, she started to run again, going deeper into the warehouse and gave a sigh of relief as she noticed a door.

She stopped in front of it and pushed down on the lever a few times, but the door wouldn't budge.

"You really think we didn't escape proof this place?" said Weston as he grabbed her and flung her across the room, sending her head crashing violently into a huge metallic vat then down on the concrete floor.

As she opened her eyes, the room was spinning, and her head throbbed massively, more than it had when he had placed her on the table. Weston towered over her, his legs on each side of her hips, a victorious grin on his face when he lowered his body and straddled her.