Caitlin walked inside the Hacienda after doing exactly what she had told Miguel she would do. She dropped the two bags of pregnancy clothes on one of the dining room chairs, so that she could take them out and remove the price tags. She had tried to take clothes for different occasions ranging from sleepwear to classy outfit. Once the tags had been removed, she folded them, threw out the bags and headed upstairs to put them away.

She was inside the dressing room, when the bedroom door opened and Miguel walked inside, heading directly for the bathroom. She stopped what she was doing and stepped foot in the bathroom. Miguel was removing his blood-splattered button-down shirt. His eyes met hers in the reflection of the mirror and he turned to look at her.

She glanced from the shirt to him and frowned. "You killed him?" Seeing he wasn't answering she had her answer. "Was it really necessary?"

"Are you questioning my actions, now?"

She shook her head. "No, it just seems a bit extreme. He's an agave supplier."

"He disrespected me and tried to take advantage of you. I don't need to justify my actions to you," he said as he unbuckled his belt. "I need to take a shower."

She nodded and walked out of the room, returning to what she had been doing, never turning around in her head that she and Miguel had an invisible sword hanging over their heads. The longer Romeo and Luis stuck around, the more ammo they had against the man she loved. She felt it hard to breathe and as Miguel was still in the shower, she went downstairs. She was literally suffocating and needed to get away. She walked outside and waved one of the drivers over to the car.

"Mrs. Galindo?" he said as he joined her by the passenger door.

"Take me into town, I need to buy something for dinner," she said, "Arturo is ill."

"What about Matteo?"

She narrowed her eyes. "Look, either you take me now or I'll make sure you're fired."

Seeing she was being serious, he headed over to the driver's side of the car and let himself in just as Caitlin settled in the back.

Caitlin watched the various shops go buy slowly feeling more relaxed. She didn't know how she could keep going like that. All the stress from Miguel, The Mayans, The Sons and obviously CIA, were starting to impact her more and more. None of it was good for the pregnancy or the baby.

"Is there anywhere to buy good meat in the area?" she asked the driver.

"There is a carniceria down the street," he replied as he looked at in from the rearview mirror.

"OK," she replied.

When they pulled over alongside the curb in front of the butcher shop, she got out and opened the door, whose bell tolled as she did.

A man in his sixties was behind the counter and smiled upon noticing her.

"Hello, what can I get you?" he asked with an accent.

"Hola, cordero, por favor," she replied in perfect Spanish.

"Asado o chuletas?" he asked.

She debated for a few seconds, knowing the roast would take longer to cook than the lamb chops.

"There you go, papa, it's all fixed," she heard a voice say and then blinked upon seeing one of the Mayans walk from the back.

"Mrs. Galindo," he said acknowledging her presence.

She looked at him and smiled even though she didn't know who he was. She had not met many of the Mayans, if only Losa, Cruz, and Alvarez.

"EZ Reyes," he said as he put his hand out.

Her eyes grew a big wider as she shook his hand. "You are the one who helped my husband find me."

"It was nothing, really, just a hunch that turned out to be right," said EZ.

"Maybe so but thank you."

"My pleasure."

Realizing that she had completely forgotten about the butcher, who obviously was EZ's father, she turned back to him.

"Ocho chuletas, por favor, Senor Reyes."

"I'll go prepare them for you in the back," he replied, "it'll take a few minutes."

"Of course," she said smiling, "take your time."

As he walked away, she looked around the room.

"Would you like to sit outside while you wait?" asked EZ pointing to the two tables and chairs in front of the shop.

"Sure," she replied and followed him out of the shop.

The driver gave them a side-eye as both sat across from one another at the table.

"How long have you been with The Mayans?" she asked.

"A little over a year."

"Is it what you imagined it to be?"

"Pretty much. My brother Angel is el secretario, so it wasn't much of a surprise," replied EZ. "It must be strange for you."

"What?"

"Biker clubs."

She laughed. "Not really. I was born into one."

"I didn't know that. You don't look like the type to hang around bikers."

"Maybe because once I was old enough to leave, I did, and led a very different life," she said shrugging. "Charming didn't have a lot to offer."

"College was your escape?"

"Yes. I never expected to head back."

"Then why did you?" asked EZ intrigued.

"Because of family. Jax Teller is my brother." The truth was more complicated to explain and there was no point.

Even if the Sons had been with them during the rescue, it had never come out that she was related to him nor the Sons.

"What about you?" she asked. "What were you doing before joining the MC?"

"Went to Stanford for a year, then my mother got killed. I went off the deep end, consumed by vengeance, and one night upon trying to kill the man I thought was responsible for her death, I murdered a cop, by accident."

Her eyes showed what he thought at first was pity or judgement, but instead it was sadness.

"You ended up in jail."

He nodded. "Not something I'm proud of but I did my time and after that, things were different, and I never even thought of going back to college."

"I'm sorry for your loss," she said. "Losing people you love, is never easy. My mother died when I was young, and I my father died before I got a chance to know him. It leaves an emptiness that nothing can ever seem to fill."

"No, you're right. We're you close to your mother?"

"Very close," replied Caitlin finally wondering if it was the case. If they had been so close, why hadn't her mother told her that she was John's daughter. Had she been afraid of what Billy would have done to either one of them if the truth had come out? That was the hard part about having neither of your biological parents around anymore…you could ask yourself all the questions in the world, you never got any answers. There was nothing more Caitlin hated than not getting them. "What about you?"

"Extremely close. That's why it was so hard when she got killed. It was so unexpected. Not that it would have changed anything if I had known ahead of time, but still, it hits you like a brick wall and you're left to pick up the pieces."

Caitlin nodded in understanding. "I knew my mother was dying; she had cancer. But in the end, it didn't matter, there were still not enough hugs and I love yous, nor time. I knew she'd miss out on so many special moments in my life."

They glanced at each other, realizing that to understand what they had gone through, you needed to have lived it. You were part of a club, even if it sucked and wasn't the kind of club you'd want to join.