Chapter 14

In this farewell,

There's not blood, there's no alibi

Cause I've drawn regret

From the truth of a thousand lies,

"What the fuck is this?" Clay asked, taking the article from Jax's hands. His eyes skimmed the article quickly, revelation dawning on his face.

"She's in WITSEC?" Jax asked, turning towards Samuel who just chuckled.

"If it wasn't for her, that whole family would've still been wreaking havoc in New York. But it's not my story to tell," Samuel laughed with a shrug.

"So, you're her handler?" Clay asked, withdrawing his gun from his back, causing Juice to stand in front of Samuel.

"Clay, he wasn't involved in this. We let him go," Juice muttered to the president, whose eyes widened.

"He just got a beat down. You think he's going to stay quiet?" Clay snapped. "He's gonna run right back to his boss and get the DEA here on our asses!" But Juice straightened up, going nose to nose with Clay.

"Yeah, he will stay quiet," Juice said, before glancing over his shoulder at Samuel, "He's got too much to lose." Clay stayed silent for a minute, staring Juice down, before finally tucking his gun back into his jeans.

"He runs his mouth, you're going to be laying in a ditch next to him," Clay jabbed a finger into Juice's chest.

"So, if he's not her handler, what's he doing here?" Jax asked, turning his attention to Samuel.

"She's a friend. We grew close during the case. I check in on her when she moves," Samuel admitted as his hands were untied by Opie. Clay jabbed Juice on more time into Juice's chest, "He's your responsibility." With that, Clay turned and walked out of the warehouse, Tig and Opie on his heels. Jax nodded at Juice before tagging along.

"Ya think this is a good idea?" Chibs muttered to Juice, the Scott's eyes never leaving Samuel. Juice nodded, "It's good if it gives me a chance of finding Jo." Chibs patted Juice's shoulder before heading out to join the rest of the club. Once the club was out of the warehouse, Juice grabbed a chair pulling it across from Samuel.

"Where is she, man?" he asked. Samuel leaned back in his chair, a dark look on his face.

"You think I'm going to tell you after this ridiculous witch hunt your club's on?" The agent snapped. Juice sighed, his shoulders sagging in defeat.

"Seriously, I need to talk to her."

"Absolutely not. You and your club need to stay the fuck away from her. You're going to get her found," Samuel shook his head, before running his hand through his hair. "Clearly, she has a type."

"Excuse me?"

"Damn girl can't stay away from fugitives clearly," Samuel laughed, shaking his head as he stood up. "I'm just going to say this. You don't deserve her. You have no idea what she went through and yet here you are, following your club on a god damn witch hunt."

"She never told me she was in WITSEC," Juice retorted as he got to his feet.

"She shouldn't fuckin' have to. She had to leave everything behind because she was the main witness in a huge mob trial. They get wind of where she is, not only is she dead, but the twins are too. Your damn vice president is more up his ass about this god damn club. He could give a shit if Jo and the twins were executed in front of him. Hell, he'd probably do it himself, just to 'protect the club'. And to think, you followed him like a fuckin' puppy." Juice restrained himself as Samuel continued his rant, "You sit there and all fuckin' talk about honor. Guess what, I've dealt with crews like this back in New York. They only care about themselves and will dispose of anyone who can be deemed a problem. You really think they got your back?" After a few moments of the two men just staring at each other, Juice at a complete loss for words, Samuel just shrugged.

"Do what ever you want. Follow that damn crew like a lost puppy. Just stay the fuck away from Jo." Just as Samuel went to walk away, Juice found his voice.

"I can't." The words tumbling from his mouth caused Samuel to stop short and turn towards him. "I can't stay away from her. She's the only one that makes everything make sense. I love her. And I love the twins. I can't just let her disappear."

"You know Jo, probably better than most. So you damn well know she makes her own choices,"
Samuel sighed and walked away without a glance back. Jucie collapsed back into the chair, his thoughts racing as he felt his throat get tight. Taking a deep breath, he reached for his phone in his kutte. Dialing a number, he leaned back, muttering a prayer until the person on the other line picked up.

"CeCe? Hey it's Juice. Was wondering if you talked to Jo today?" he blurted out, trying to keep his voice level as much as possible. CeCe seemed to not recognize the panic in his voice.

"Oh yeah, she dropped the twins off an hour ago. She's working tonight."

Relief flooded him as he felt tears brimming in his eyes, "Oh yeah, I forgot. Thanks CeCe." After a quick goodbye, he shut the phone. Running a hair over his mohawk, he stumbled up from the chair and headed out towards his bike.

The drive to the hospital was quicker than he realized as he pulled into the parking lot. Walking into the emergency room, he quickly spotted Jo sitting at the triage desk with Anna, her back turned towards the door. Anna's eyes widened at the site of Juice, causing Jo to whip around in her chair. Once she spotted the reason for Anna's look of panic, she quickly jumped to her feet, meeting Juice in the middle of the waiting room.

"What are you doing here?" she seethed, her voice lower to not draw attention. The last thing Jo wanted was a scene at her job.

"We need to talk," Juice said, his bottom lip quivering as he took in the look on anger on her face. Crossing her arms, Jo scoffed.

"Now you want to talk? I tried to talk to you for days, and then you set your fuckin' club on me?" she snapped, "I meant what I said on the phone. We're done." She turned to awlk away when Juice sighed loudly.

"Sam told me." The words caused Jo to freeze in place, her back becoming visably rigid. She quickly whipped around before grabbing Juice by his kutte and dragging him outside of the hospital doors.

"What fuckin' game is your club fuckin' playing?" Juice threw his hands up in defence before lighting a cigarette.

"I had no part in all that shit. But I figured it out when I did some digging. Jo, why didn't you tell me?" He paused to take a drag, shaking his head, "Like I get it, Jo. You're it WITSEC, but jesus lying to my face?" Jo's face softened before she pulled the cigarette from his hand and bringing it up to her lips. Taking a drag, she leaned against the wall of the hospital before sighing.

"It's part of the life. And I needed to do what I did to protect the twins," she whispered. She took another long drag before holding the cigarette out to Juice. He took it, running his free hand over his mohawk.

"So, we're done then?" he asked, nervously shuffling his feet. Her eyes met his, her brow furrowed.

"I don't want to be, Juice. But that club is going to be the death of you. Or worse, of me. Jax jumped on the fact that he thought because I was friends with a fed, that I was only here to get intel on the club. How many times have I told you, I don't want to know what the club does?"

"I know, babe. I tried telling him that, but then he started to get into my head…" Juice's words drifted off, his eyes dropping from her face. He took one last drag of the cigarette before tossing it to the ground and stubbing it out with his shoe.

"Juice, this can only work if you trust me. I get, you're just following the club rules and shit, but c'mon. Jax showed up to my house and accused me that I was ratting on you guys. Like fuck. This isn't what I moved to Charming for. And If I need to move away in order to protect my kids, then I'll fucking pack right up. As much as I love you, my kids come first." Taking a deep breath, Jo glanced around, "So what did Sam tell you?"

"I figured it out that you were in hiding. He just confirmed it. And he told me that you two were close during and after the trial."

"We were," Jo said with a nod, "And we still are. He's helped me through a lot, even after the trial ended and he's a good friend." After a minute, Jo stepped closer to Juice. "No more lies. I'll tell you what you want to know. But you need to keep your damn club off my back." Juice immediately pulled Jo into his chest, wrapping his arms around her.

"They know. They were there when Sam told me," Juice whispered into her hair. "And before you find out from him, Opie may have kicked his ass." Jo pulled back just far enough to look up at Juice.

"Are you fuckin' kidding me?" The anger returned to her eyes again , causing Juice to laugh nervously.

"Yeah, I know. I was back at the club doing some digging, when I guess they picked him up. He's good though. We're good," Juice said, his shoulders sagging in defeat. How could something so could go to shit that quickly? He thought to himself as Jo rested her head back on his chest.

"You're lucky I love you," Juice heard her mutter, bringing a light smile onto his face. Maybe we can get past this after all.