Chapter 13

It is, it is, it is what it is
All the things I couldn't change
I lay with someone else's sins
Let my soul just fly away
All the way up to Heaven's light
I pound those gates with no reply
Ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh

Slowing his bike down in front of Jo's house, his stomach sank as he looked around. Her car was still sitting in front of her house. Juice quickly killed the engine of his bike and draped his helmet on the handlebar before walking to the front porch. As much as he just wanted to stroll in, he knew it would only make matters worse. Taking a deep breath, he raised his hand to the door, knocking lightly.

After a minute of no response, he knocked louder. Still, no response.

"Fuck this," he muttered, reaching for the handle. It turned easily in his hand and the door flowed open, causing his breath to catch. Jo never left her door unlocked and yet now the door swung open with ease. Juice immediately reached for his gun that was tucked in his back, cautiously entering the house. He stepped into the living room, his gun down by his side and surveyed the living room. Jo's coffee was still sitting untouched on the end table by her favorite spot on the couch. As he looked around, he noticed her phone was sitting on the coffee table next to book she was currently reading.

"Jo!" he called as he headed towards the kitchen. Upon entering, he spotted the dirty dishes still stacked in the sink. The bottle sterilizer was empty, and the pump parts were no longer on the counter. Juice reached for the refrigerator door and much to his dismay, the milk bottles that lined the top shelf were gone.

Juice immediately turned and headed down the hall into Jo's bedroom. Her bed was unmade, and a pile of dirty clothes was tucked in the corner. Panic set in at that moment and Juice could feel his heart drop. It was as though her and twins just vanished. His phone ringing snapped him out of it and he sank onto the bed before answering it.

"Yeah?"

"Juicey-boy, you talk to her yet?" Chibs asked.

"She's gone, man," Juice fought to keep his voice level, as the waves of emotions swept through him.

"Whatcha mean she's gone?"

"Her car is here. But her and the twins are gone. Bottles, diapers, all gone." Juice could hear Chibs talking to someone before another voice jumped on the phone.

"Juice, we gotta bring this to the table. She wouldn't have run if she wasn't here for intel." Jax sighed.

"No need to bring it to the table. She's gone. She didn't know shit," Juice muttered, the anger boiling in him at this point.

"Doesn't matter. Just get back here."And with that, the line went dead. Juice sighed, standing up to exit the house. Stopping at Jo's vanity, he looked at the pictures lining the edge of the mirror, one grabbing his attention. It was a picture of him with Jo and the twins sitting at Gemma's house for 'family' dinner. Family my ass, Juice thought to himself as he grabbed the photo and tucked it into his kutte. Walking out of the house, he locked the door behind him before heading back to the club house.

"So, why did she run?" Clay asked as Jax presented the file of evidence to the table. Juice was sitting back in his chair, trying to restrain himself as the others were fully engrossed in Jax's story.

"She has to have been snooping on the club," Jax stated causing Juice to scoff, drawing all eyes on him.

"She had zero information to give. She hated club stuff, never wanted any part of it," Juice snapped, his eyes never leaving Jax's face.

"Any info on the fed?" Clay asked, turning his attention towards Opie. Opie shook his head, "No, guy is pretty straight forward. He's been between at his hotel, hasn't left. So, if Jo took off, it wasn't with him. I got a prospect sitting on him right now."

"Grab him, see what we can get out of him," Clay sighed, running a hand over his face. "Juice, dig up all you can on him and Jo." Juice nodded as Clay dropped the gavel, dismissing the club.

"Juice, we hadda bring it to the table," Jax stated as Juice shoved past him towards his room. Collapsing on his bed, he grabbed out his laptop as he heard motorcycles start up. He knew they were going to grab Sam to see what he knew. The least Juice could do was try to prove that he wasn't wrong about Jo.

DEA Agent Helps Bring Down Mob Boss

The first page of the internet search site of titles were all similar, going on about how Samuel Vaugh led the investigation bringing down a mob boss in New York.

Juice continued scrolling until he got to the fifth page in. But one title in particular grabbed his attention, stopping in his tracks. Clicking on the link, a picture popped up and his heart sank.

"You got to be fucking kidding me," he muttered, pulling out his phone. Dialing Jax's number, it rang a few times before going to voicemail. He quickly shut off the phone, before printing the page.

"Fuck," he muttered as he rushed out of the dorm room.

Two hours later, Juice found the abandoned warehouse where the rest of the club had taken the agent. Throwing the door open, he walked in ignoring the eyes on him. He took in the scene in front of him as he approached. Sam was tied to a chair, his face bloody. Opie was standing off to the side wiping his hands on a towel, clearly the muscle in this beatdown.

"Juice, you shouldn't be here," Jax started walking towards Juice. Juice quickly shoved him out of the way before kneeling in front of Sam. Holding up the article he printed at the clubhouse, he quietly asked, "Tell me this wasn't her."

"Juice-" Chibs started to warn, as Juice yelled over him, "Tell me this wasn't her!" Sam finally lifted his head, glancing at the paper.

"How'd you find out?" he asked, the words enough to give Juice the answer. Standing, Juice turned to slap the paper against Jax's chest.

"She wasn't her on fucking intel," he seethed as Jax took the paper to look at, "She was here to be in hiding."

Jax's eyes widened as he read the article.

MAJOR WITNESS IN MOB CASE KILLED IN CAR FIRE