((Contains sexual content and violence. Enjoy.))

Ch.25

Every second, every minute felt like an eternity. Back braced against the foot board of her bed, Audrey waited. Even if she tried, she couldn't have forgotten the look on Alexanders face. Fear, plain as day. Blink, and you might have missed it altogether but she had seen it hiding just below the surface. As long as she'd known him, Audrey had never seen him afraid. Whatever he had encountered in the woods had startled him and she paled to imagine what could possible shake a man like him. She had been the only one to take notice. Abel had seen it. Felt it. Change was coming, and it was coming without mercy, without apology. It prickled along her skin, raising gooseflesh. The feeling twisted inside her chest and crawled up her throat choking her with anxious energy. Laying her fathers shot gun on the bed, she had hurriedly dug through dresser drawers, riffling through her clothes. Forgoing a bra, she'd pulled on a thin black t-shirt and a pair of light blue skinny jeans. She'd left her cell phone on the pillow when she'd gone downstairs earlier, it felt like a lifetime ago now. Contemplating putting on shoes Audrey eyed her phone. The urge to call her father had never been stronger. Alarm bells were ringing in her head, she couldn't have told anyone why but she needed to know he was okay. Hand outstretched to pick it up, she stopped. Her father had told her to only call him under absolute emergencies. Try as she might, she wasn't quite sure this qualified as one. She was educated in basic Club culture just like any of the girls. Alexander had said 'Lock Down' it meant everything needed to stop, everyone needed to be accounted for. It wasn't something that was ever taken lightly. As much as she needed to ease her fears, she knew it wasn't appropriate to disturb her fathers work on a hunch. The smart thing would be to wait until Abel gave her more information. Exhaling a deep breath. This sure as hell wasn't the night she'd anticipated. Something told her, she wasn't the only one.

It wasn't until her back ached, and her ass was going numb from sitting on the floor did she hear the first echo of voices downstairs. Ears perked, she listened intently to the tone and octave. Checking the shotgun for the second time she took the safety off and kept her finger off the trigger. Sitting up, she knelt on one knee and aimed the gun towards the center mass of the oak door. Eyes wide, she waited. The creaking of the last step told her whoever it was had reached the top landing and was preparing to walk towards the last bedroom at the end of the hall. Her bedroom. Reminding herself to keep her eyes open, Audrey exhaled a slow and steady breath. A pair of booted feet shadowed beneath the door and a voice came muffled from the other side of the thin wood.
"Darlin'. It's me, for Christ's sake don't fucking shoot me."

Inside the room, Audrey let out an audible sigh of relief. Clicking the safety back on, she stood up carefully and set the gun down atop the bed. The moment she unlocked the flimsy door, Abel was pushing past her. A troubled expression on his face. Scrubbing the lower half on his face, he eyed her warily. Shoulders rigid with tension, it caused the fear inside her to coil tighter. His next words only worsening the feeling.
"I need you to pack a bag for a few days. We need to go now Darlin' double time. Lets go!" He said, snapping his fingers, his impatience evident.

Confusion marring her face, Abel was grateful she didn't argue. He watched her move on auto pilot and he caught himself feeling a pang of guilt for snapping at her. He was about to turn her life inside out, he should be gentle with her. Hands gathering up clothes Audrey blindly stuffed them inside a floral print duffel bag. As she shoved a pair of running shoes inside she stopped and slowly turning to face him, worry furrowing her delicate brows.
"What about Chester, I can't just leave him and if my Dad comes home and the house is empty he'll be…pissed." She blurted, hating the way her voice trembled, threatening to crack. In all honesty the dog was the least of her worries. Her mind and heart were a whirlwind of chaotic thoughts. At the top of the list was Abel himself. He'd gone from treating her as if she were nothing but his kid sisters best friend to something entirely different. This man in front of her was nearly ten years her senior. He could have any woman he desired and already had. It was hard not to let her lack of experience with the opposite sex damage her self-esteem. That discussion would have to wait. Logically, it was her father that troubled her most. She loved him despite his faults, but she knew there would be hell to pay. One way or another, the Club was going to learn all of his shameful secrets. Kurt could no longer keep damning the Devil while thinking what he was doing was alright. Then there was her inability to shake the undeniable fear that had been written on Alexanders face. One look was all it had taken and she'd known something was wrong.

She could see it in the way Abel stiffened at her question. His mind calculating the outcome of a future he hadn't been prepared to predict yet. With alarming fascination she watched his concern disappear in a flash, replaced by his rough exterior as if it never were. She didn't know whether to be impressed or frightened. This man who already had consumed so much of her heart was dangerous and Audrey knew she would do well to not forget that."Someone will pick Chester up in the van tonight or in the morning, he can come to my parents house. Rosita will love having him in her flat. I'll make sure everything is okay Audrey, don't you worry." He answered, conveniently ignoring her mention of her father. Biting her lower lip, Audrey forced herself to hold his gaze. "If I ask you whats going on, would you tell me the truth? Would you tell me why Alexander is afraid?" She demanded, voice rambling. The cool, impassive expression on his face never faltered. "I don't want to lie to you, but I can't tell you everything yet. I need you to be patient, but more than anything I need you to trust me." Taking a step closer, Abel said. "We're going to the Clubhouse, you'll stay with me in my room. I can't afford to have you out of my sight right now."

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she held up her hands her emotions bubbling to the surface at his answer. "You don't 'want' to lie to me…but you will if you have to? Abel I can't just go with you, I can't just stay in your room are you crazy?!" She squeaked out, sounding more panicked than she'd intended. She knew it was stupid, childish even but it felt suddenly important to be heard. To voice her concerns. Before she could blink, Abel closed the distance between them. His muscled frame eating up the space between them as his hands reached out. One hand clamped down possessively on her hip and pulled her flush against him, while the other combed its fingers through her hair. Despite the circumstances, the close proximity stirred desire in her belly. Their escapades in the kitchen still fresh in her mind. Tilting her head back to look up at him, Abel's gaze darkened and it appeared he hadn't forgotten either. "Nows not the time to argue with me Darlin'. I need you to listen and do what I say when I say it." The pad of his thumb stroked her cheek and Audrey's heart beat faster as he continued. "If you still want to fight with me when we get home with preferably less clothing on I'll be more than happy to oblige you, but right now we need to move. Its not safe here anymore." Cheeks turning scarlet at his implications Audrey bit the inside of her cheek in frustration. This wasn't exactly how she'd envisioned discussing such a delicate subject but this is was where they were. "Damn it, Abel. I…I meant I can't sleep in…in your bed." She hissed. "Why the fuck not?" He bit out, sounding gruffer than he wanted. Exhaustion wearing his patience thin. He hated to bark at her, but damn if it wasn't hard. Damn girl was stubborn.

Chewing on her bottom lip, Audrey stared up at him, a deer in the headlights. Forcing the words out in one breathless sentence she set aside her own embarrassment. "Because-because you-you slept with Gina just a few hours ago. I can't sleep in the same bed that you share with those girls. I won't be treated like a Club whore and while I don't know what's going on tonight I know when my Dad finds out I went to Cara's party, when he finds out you came here and we-we were together... He's going to lose his shit Abel. You guys don't understand what he's really like, what he's-" A strange look crossed his face and the words died on her tongue as she realized what the confession would mean. She'd thought it would feel good to say aloud, but all it did was help build up the anxiety rising in her chest until she felt as if she were suffocating. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she watched Abel's expression turn to a deep scowl. Raising his hand he wiped the hot tears away. "Hey, I don't ever want to hear you compare yourself to a Club Whore ever again. That's not what you are, and that not what THIS is about. As far as Kurt's concerned I don't give a fuck what he does, or doesn't like. I haven't been in this house two hours and I know he isn't taking care of you the way he should. I've had my suspicions for awhile Darlin' and its on me for not looking in to it but I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere. He's not your keeper anymore, I am."

Watching her eyes shimmer with more tears, Abel leaned closer resting his forehead against hers, his voice losing none of its authority yet still managing to sound tender. The tone curled her toes with the promise of pleasure. Pleasure she had never known from a man. "I know what Kurt will say but this is no simple thing to be used up and discarded. Things may change faster than your ready for, but my feelings for you never will. Everything I have ever done, or will do has been to protect what I care about. I need you to remember that." He said, the timber of his voice rumbling in his chest. Leaning in he captured her lips with his, kissing her long and slow until he was certain her had put some of her fears to rest. Pulling back, he rested his forehead against hers. "As for Gina, I didn't fuck her tonight. I've had my fair share of partners but I've always been smart about it. I've never fucked anyone without protection. All I'm asking is that we take this a day at a time. If it makes you feel better I'll burn the damn bed in the parking lot, I'll buy you a new bedroom set tomorrow. Hell, I'll buy you a fucking house, whatever I gotta do to prove myself to you."

Lips parted in shock, Audrey blinked up at him. Awestruck. Nodding slowly, she willed herself to speak. "Okay." Giving her a slow and soft smile, Abel kissed her forehead and began to pull back. "Okay, good. Lets get goin'." He repeated her reply, stepping back he nudged her towards the bathroom. "I'm going to go downstairs and talk to Alex, I want to leave in ten minutes." Striding towards the open door, Abel paused his hands gripping either side of the door frame. Looking over his shoulder he found her staring at him. "Pack that dress Darlin' I want a chance to take it off you this time." Cheeks flaming red, the heat of his words crept down her neck. Biting her lower lip she watched his disappear down the hallway.

Downstairs, Alexander scowled as he scanned the contents of the Bunkers refrigerator. Irritation was rapidly replacing the whirlwind of emotions he'd been cycling through. Slamming the fridge door closed with a loud bang, he opened the nearest upper cabinet. Two can's of peaches stared back at him. Opening the second, and the third and that simple irritation he'd felt transformed into blistering anger. It was all more of than same. A few canned goods and Instant noodles. What the actual fuck. The last lower cabinet however was the last straw. A stack of take out menu's and a box of stale cereal were its only contents. Jaw ticking, he exhaled a shallow breath. No one had told tell him it was this bad, and it made him wonder if any of the others even knew. The kitchen, much like the rest of the house was kept in pristine condition. No dishes in the sink, the counter tops were clean and the faint smell of bleach could be found lingering. This house was a museum. A time capsule of his uncles pain, cosmetically nothing had changed since he was a child. He vaguely wondered as he often did if his Aunt Tessa had known this would happen. If she had had even an inkling that Kurt would shatter the way he had in the wake of her death. That he would subsequently punish Audrey along side himself. He hadn't come to a conclusion yet, and he wasn't sure he ever would. Before he had gone away Alexander had been able to find someone to check in, make sure basic necessities were met but that had been a long time ago. To his dismay he had to admit he had dropped the ball. Being incarcerated for a long period of time would do that to a man and yet he knew it was no excuse.

How many days or weeks had Audrey been living on crumbs, trapped in this house while her father buried his head in the sand. Rolling his shoulders, Alexander listened to the sound of heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. Leaning back against the counter top, he crossed his muscled arms over his chest. "When is the last time you were inside this house?" He asked, and Abel frowned his question. "To fucking long. Kurt stopped letting people past the front door three-no two years ago. Why?" Pushing off the counter, Alexander opened the fridge and flung the door open. "Because there's no god damn food in this house. Where's his paycheck going? My mom pays her well at the bakery but not enough to cover all of their bills. Did Pops say anything about this?" Walking into the kitchen, Abel began opening cabinets himself and to his dismay found his friend was correct. A stab of guilt hit him in the gut, twisting painfully. The pain mixed with anger and he slammed the cabinet shut. He should have known this was happening. He knew why Audrey had kept it a secret. Fear. Shame. Kurt had her so preconditioned to obey his fucked up rules she hadn't dared disobey. That selfish old man knew if the Club knew, if his father knew they'd taken Audrey from him. If he hadn't been considering it before, he was convinced now. Audrey was never coming back here. She was never going to wonder if she could pay her bills, or where her next meal was coming from ever again. His girl was coming home with him, and she was never going to leave.

True to his request, Audrey came down the stairs with her duffel bag over one shoulder. Wearing a cropped black and pink tie-dye hoody over her shirt she looked as if she were headed to the mall and not fleeing her own home. Stopping on the landing of the stairs she felt the tension in the air. Both men sat stoically at the kitchen table, matching scowls marring their features. Something had changed in the last ten minutes since Abel and she had spoken that much was evident. Chewing on her lower lip, she knew in her gut. They know. Dropping her bag slowly next to the front door she strode slowly into the dining area. Nails digging into the palms of her hands, she felt like a child about to be scolded. Crossing her arms over her chest, Audrey lifted her chin preparing herself for their Inquisition. To everyones surprise, it was Alexander who broke the tense silence. "Where is Kurt's paychecks going Audrey? Don't you dare tell me that you don't know…" Embarrassment flooded her and Audrey fidgeted nervously. Tucking a rogue curl behind her ear she tried to swallow down the lump forming in her throat. "He-he drinks it." She said, her voice barely above a whisper. Studying her, Abel tried to tamp down the anger he felt bubbling in his chest. "What was that, speak up Darlin'" Shoulders sagging she forced herself to speak louder knowing in her heart that Abel's anger was not directed towards her. "I said he drinks it. When he manages to come home he'll leave me enough cash for groceries for myself but I usually spend it on bills. What ever is left he spends at this bar outside of town, Lola's Roadhouse. He stopped going anywhere in city limits when Bishop's and the Clubhouse cut him off." Though the omission feeling better than she'd expected, she still felt as if she were betraying her father.

Abel's blue eyes shifted to Alexander and the two men shared a glance. They'd have to speak to Hector their resident barkeep later. "What happens when he's to drunk to drive home, does he make you pick him up?" Alexander asked and he was instantly relieved when Audrey shook her head. "No, no not anymore. There's this waitress there, Lettie Mae…she'll drop him off if he bothers to come home at all otherwise he sleeps at her place. She lives behind the bar." Leaning back in his chair, Alexander scrubbed his palm down his chin. This was something he knew neither of them could keep from the Club. From his father. Kurt was still technically an active enforcer and their liaison with the Aryan Brotherhood back East but this complicated his standing. It wasn't a position to be taken lightly, and certainly not one to be sloppy either. He may not have been a patched member but his behavior was still a direct reflection on the Club. Sighing, Abel said. "I'm not blaming you Audrey, but why the hell didn't you tell me? You could have come to Cara or my Mom even. They would have helped you Darlin'." Her face crumbled at his words and he felt like an asshole. "If I went to the Club my dad would have seen it as a betrayal. He's in so much pain Abel…Its why I haven't left, if I go he won't have anyone. He'll be all alone. He refuses help from Tig, he won't even let him come in the house anymore. If he even knew I was cleaning your grandpa's house Alex he'd go ballistic. I'm so scared he's going to kill himself, he gets so strung out…" At her words, Alexander shifted in his chair his own muscled arms crossing over his chest his expression darkened. Before he could stop himself he looked up at Abel who was already staring back at his friend. The two men held each others gaze and with a subtle shake of his head Abel warned him. Not yet. He didn't know how much longer they could keep this secret.

Though he wasn't surprised by her answer it did nothing to ease the flare of anger he felt. Smoothing his hand across the table top Abel turned to the young woman in front of him. "I can't keep this from the Club Audrey. Your father is handling sensitive matters with very, very dangerous people. People who barely tolerate his presence and only do so because of my fathers influence. If he's this sloppy, this far gone I'll have to bring it to the table. They'll have to remove him from his position." At the mention of bringing it to a vote, Audrey shook her head frantically, color draining from her face. Forgetting her earlier embarrassment she rushed up to Abel and dropped to her knees. Taking his large hands in hers she squeezed them tight, her eyes pleading desperately. "No, no Abel please…Please you can't tell them yet. He'll never forgive me, I shouldn't have said anything. Please! It'll kill him." Tears welling up in her eyes, she looked to Alexander whose scowl had dissolved into a look of pained sympathy. "Alexander please, please just give him another chance. If you guys talk to him, he'll listen, he'll listen I promise." Shaking his head Alexander leaned forward his tattooed hands reaching out for hers and he took them from Abel's gripping them in his own. "Kurt brought this on himself Sweetheart. He made promises that have consequences when they're not honored. He made vows that cannot be undone." He said, his voice soft. Watching a tear roll down her cheek, Alexander wiped it away with the pad of his thumb his touch lingering as he cupped the side of her face. "Abel and I will be cautious when we bring this to the table. We have your fathers best interests at heart, and Jax will make a fair judgment but Abel's right, the people Kurt deals with on the Club's behalf are dangerous its not just for the Club's safety but for your and Kurt's if we bring this to attention. You did nothing wrong, I need you to remember that. I think its best if you left with Abel now and go get some rest." Sniffling, Audrey suddenly felt exhausted. Standing up slowly, Alexander raised her up with him and holding her by the shoulders he said. "Audrey, do you mind if I borrow your cell phone? I'll need something if I need to call Abel or the Clubhouse, I haven't had time to buy a burner yet." Nodding, without a second thought Audrey dug in her back pocket and fished out her phone readily handing it to him. He almost felt bad about how trusting she was. Almost. Thanking her, Alexander gave a few last carefully worded instructions to Abel before excusing himself to the garage. Pursing her lips into a thin line, she wiped her tear stained face with the back of her hand. Resolving herself to the nights events she wordlessly walked to the living room, Abel following silently behind her.

Fifteen minutes later, Abel was putting her bag were his bedroll normally sat and strapped it down. The ride back in to town was blessedly uneventful. The darkened streets eerily quiet in the early hours. Arms wrapped around Abel's midsection, she couldn't deny the feeling of completion it gave her. Her heart clenching as he reached down and gently squeezed her calf the same way Alexander hand earlier that same night. The two men were so different and yet so similar. Before long she found herself once again in the Son's of Anarchy Clubhouse parking lot. Turning off the engine Abel dismounted first and with gentle hands unclasped her helmet and set it down on the seat. Taking his gloved fingers he smoothed wind blown curls from her face before he leaned down capturing her mouth in a sweet and slow kiss. Anyone inside could see the public display of affection and the knowledge alone filled her heart with hope. Hope for a future she hadn't imagined was possible. Breaking the kiss, Abel helped her from the bike and pulled her close. Thumb on her chin he tilted her face to look up him. "I'll do what I can to protect your father Darlin' but I can't protect him from himself." He said sternly and with soft voice Audrey replied. "I understand." Stepping away, Abel unstrapped her bag and swung it over his shoulder escorting her inside. The party had long since cleared out. The occasional Sweetbutt passed out beside a member in various states of undress on the couches by the bar. Nothing unusual. Abel led her past the worst of it and when they reached his dorm he was relieved to find the prospect had gotten his message and cleaned his room. Tossing her bag down on his desk he motioned towards the bed. "Prospect cleaned the room, changed the sheets on the bed. Every thing's sanitized I promise." She couldn't help herself, she smiled at his words. Taking in a quick assessment of the room she could tell he was telling the had swept and mopped the wood floors, the room had a faint scent of cleaner and upon a closer inspection of the en suit bathroom Abel's promise proved to be fulfilled. Fresh towels hung on the towel racks and new bottles of shampoo and conditioner sat in the shelves of the shower. Everything was clean and tidy just as promised.

Turning back to the bedroom, Audrey's eyes grew wide as saucers at the sight that greeted her. Abel was unlacing his boots and setting them at the foot of the bed. He'd taken off his cut hanging it carefully on the back of his chair. Muscles flexing with each movement he seemed completely at ease and with each piece of clothing he removed her heart beat faster. Heat blossomed in her lower belly and her mouth went dry at the sight of him in nothing but his boxers. The undergarment hung low on his hips and it occurred to Audrey in that moment that she had never seen a man naked before, let alone down to his boxers. Despite what had transpired in her kitchen, Abel had been fully clothed then and now she was at a loss. As if sensing her confusion, Abel smirked playfully and approached her carefully. With gentle hands he gripped the edges of her sweatshirt and encouraged her to raise her arms above her head. There was something delightfully sexy about him helping her undress and she could tell he was enjoying every minute. It wasn't long before she was down to nothing more than her black cheeky panties and a lost look in her eyes. Sensing her warring emotions Abel leaned down and kissed her forehead tenderly. "Don't worry Darlin' I won't pressure you to do anything your not ready for, right now we're just going to sleep. We'll start to figure this all out tomorrow." Relieved, Audrey found herself crawling in to the bed. Pulling the covers over them both Abel pulled her flush against the front of his body. This time when Audrey closed her eyes sleep came readily and without fail for the first time in months. Beside her, Abel buried his face against the side of her neck inhaling her scent that was uniquely Audrey. A sensual blend of peony and amber. Floral and warm. He relished in the knowledge she felt safe with him to fall asleep so readily but the guilt, the guilt could not be ignored. He was a ruthless, and sometimes selfish man. If he wanted something, he took it and he most certainly wanted her. Smoothing his palm against her flat stomach he pressed a goodnight kiss against the curve of her shoulder. He'd find a way to make this work because he couldn't let her go. Not now. Not when she was finally his.

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Stifling a yawn with the back of her hand, Cara scanned the parking lot one last time. She wasn't sure who or what she was looking for but it wasn't here. The celebrations had come to an end at her Fathers behest due to Club business which ultimately came as no surprise which honestly was probably for the best. Especially after Thomas had made such a scene. After he'd come barreling out Church he'd beelined for the front door and no one had seen him since. Although she was worried about him she trusted Abel to handle the situation. If he said he'd handle it, then it meant it would be handled. Someone might end up in jail or the hospital but it would handled either way. Checking her cell phone one last time Cara couldn't shake the nagging feeling in the back of her mind. Knowing Audrey had probably fallen asleep already she sent her a quick text anyway.

Cara: Hey girl, party's over here. I'm heading home. I'll see you tomorrow at work. If you need a ride, let me know. Love you.

Not expecting her to answer, Cara went to put her phone away in her purse when it chirped a reply. Looking down at the phone in her palm she swiped open her phone to read the message.

Audrey: I got a ride covered, Thanks. Love you to.
Audrey:…
Audrey:…

The little bubbles continued to blink in rapid succession as if Audrey couldn't decide what else to say. Watching expectantly. She couldn't stop thinking about the way her father had pulled her mother aside earlier. He'd said the party had to end and that it was nothing to worry about but Cara couldn't shake the feeling of unease. Abel's words haunting her still. Beside her father, Abel was the bravest man she knew. He was hard to deal with at times, but he did everything with a full heart and tonight for the first time she'd seen him afraid. He may not have realized it, but he'd exposed his true feelings when she'd told him about Tommy's ploy. The look of panic in his eyes at the idea of Audrey being involved in his debacle by any stretch of the imagination was interesting but not surprising. She may have been sheltered to an extent, but Cara was far from naive. She'd had her suspicions of Abel's feelings for Audrey since they'd been in high school. The frustrated teenager in her had just assumed he was trying to protect her by controlling her every move but it wasn't as simple as that. Audrey had been with her at every pivotal moment. He hadn't just been protecting Cara, he'd been protecting Audrey and she hadn't even noticed. None of them had. Biting her lower lip, Cara typed out a quick message.

Cara:Quinn's my detail tomorrow, if your ride bails call Abel. He won't mind, I swear. You deserve to be happy Audrey, don't let anything hold you back. My family is your family.

Those three little dots popped up almost immediately.

Audrey: You deserve to be happy to.

The reply gave her pause, and Cara's mind immediately wandered to Alexander. She'd never been able to quite shake her crush on that man and Audrey was the only one she'd ever told. Her brothers best friend had broken her heart and she was nearly positive he had no idea. He'd rejected all of her visitations to the prison and while he hadn't ratted her out to her father the rejection had stung. She'd ditched study hall to take an the bus and than an Uber to the prison only to be told he refused to leave his cell. After two attempts and his failure to acknowledge any written correspondences she'd gotten the hint. Alexander Lowman was not interested in little Cara Teller. Whether it was her age or his loyalties to her brother stopping him she figured she would never know. Sensing that familiar ache in her chest, Cara tried to banish the painful memories. Glancing up she smiled at the sight of Quinn walking up to the truck she was more than glad to have a distraction and she happily shoved her phone inside her purse.

Even at his age, Quinn was an imposing figure. Rough around the edges but undeniably handsome in his later years. Everyone jokingly and admiringly called him her mothers Shadow. Where ever Lily Teller went, Quinn was never far behind. He reminded Cara of younger Paul Senior from Orange County Choppers but with longer salt and pepper hair that he kept in low pony tail. He was a man of few words and there was rarely a memory she didn't have that he wasn't included in. Tea parties, movie nights, family dinners, Quinn had always been there. Almost like a second father figure. Cara counted herself fortunate to know him. Climbing inside the truck cab, she closed the door and instinctively buckled up. Safety first. The second the buckle clicked they were pulling out of the parking lot and onto the main road. The house was probably fifteen minutes away, it wouldn't take long. Glancing at her chauffeur she smiled softly. Every few minutes, she felt Quinn casting glances her way as if something were on his mind. Quinn was deep in thought tonight. "What's goin' on Big Man? You shouldn't worry so hard it gives you wrinkles." She teased, her smile widening. To his credit he smirked at her joke. They came to a stop at a red light, "Your a few years younger than your mother was when I met her. I was just thinking how much you look like her, thats all." He answered, his gravelly voice rumbling in the small space.

Pressing her lips together Cara was touched by his sentiment. "I had a good time tonight…Um, hey you wouldn't happen to know what that surprise was my mom had planned for me do you cause nothing happened and the parties over…" She said, her words trailing off. She knew how she sounded. Spoiled. Ungrateful. Her parents worked incredibly hard to give her everything she could ever want and here she was asking for more. The light changed green and she could have sworn Quinn gave a sigh of relief. Ignoring her question altogether, Quinn nodded his chin in the direction of the glove box. "Open it up." Eyebrows rising she did as she was told and opened the glove box. Inside the small compartment was small white rectangular box. It was wrapped in a simple bright blue ribbon. Picking it up, she slipped off the silk ribbon and opened it carefully. Nestled inside was a beautiful quartz pendant, a silver charm dangled beside it. A blooming flower on a white gold chain. It was a beautiful piece of jewelry even in it's simplicity. Whether it cost a hundred dollars or ten bucks, Cara didn't care. It came from Quinn and that was all that mattered. Taking it out of the box she wasted no time in putting it on. Grinning like a fool she leaned over in her seat and happily kissed his bearded cheek. "I love it! Thank you Quinn. Thank you so much" She gushed not caring if she sounded juvenile. Biting her lower lip she sat back in her seat holding the pendant in her fingers as she admired it in the street lights shining in through the window.

Knuckles blanching white as he gripped the steering wheel, Quinn fought a smile. He was happy despite his inner demons. His loyalty to Cara's parents was absolute. He would die to protect either of them and that included Cara. Her heart was pure and innocent. She was a carbon copy of her mother. A delicate doll. She drew people in with her light without even knowing it. He would never dream of imposing on their relationship but he often found himself pretended that Cara was his daughter. In a symbolic way she was. He'd been there for all of her milestones. Every graduation, every award ceremony. He was proud of her in every way a father would be. She would never know, but her father had bound him to pact. In the event of his death or a life sentence he'd entrusted Quinn to look after his girls. Jax had the Club's lawyer draft an ironclad document that Quinn would take over the responsibility to look after Lily and Cara. It was a last resort protection plan. The last thing Jax ever wanted was for his family to be left vulnerable in his absence. He'd learned from the past and he'd never be forced into that position again. So, he'd put measures in place to ease his worries. The stipulations stated that if Cara were still a minor and if his wife should so choose Jax wanted her to remarry, with Quinn in mind. Quinn would have zero rights to either the Club's funds or Lily's own personal trust fund but he would have the ability to become Cara's legal guardian. He would be entitled to the mechanic shop and the house but he would be banned from being voted Club President even in the event that Abel failed to take the Gavel. It was one secret Jax had kept from his children. One he prayed he would never have to reveal. An insurance policy he never wanted to use. It was a secret that had stayed between the three of them for the last eighteen years. As honored as he was that his President trusted him so implicitly, he'd prayed to God it never came to into power. If it came down to it, it meant darker, more troubled days lied ahead for them.

Forcing himself to relax, he gave a slight nod pushing away the darker thoughts. "I'm glad you like it." He said confidently, he knew her reaction was genuine and it was more than he could have hoped for. Her joy warmed his old worn heart. He'd known even as a young man he would never marry, never have any children of his own and after the events of that night with Cara's mother he knew without a shadow of a doubt he never would. Perhaps another man would have become bitter but it had never filled him with an ounce of regret. It was true, he'd longed for Lily at one time but he'd respected her choice. Her happiness had meant more to him than fulfilling his own. Watching Cara twirl the stone charm in her delicate fingers, he knew everything had been worth the sacrifices each of them had made. As they pulled in to the drive of her parents house, Cara was already unbuckling. Putting the truck into park Quinn turned to her as she gathered her purse from the floorboards. "Don't forget to lock the doors—" Smiling softly, Cara leaned in kissing his cheek again. "I know, I know. Make sure the sliders bolted and the alarm is set. I know the drill." She replied, her tone light to tell him she wasn't being condescending. Giving her a pointed expression, Quinn pressed his lips together in to a hard line before answering. "Don't sass me Cara Grace." Giggling, Cara mouthed 'I'm sorry' as she opened the door and hopped out. Playing with the neck-less she smiled brighter. "Thank you again, drive safe I'll see you tomorrow morning." Shutting the truck door, Cara knew he wouldn't back out of the driveway until she was safely inside the house and the porch light turned on.

Doing exactly as she promised, Cara locked the deadbolt on the front door. It was some high tech lock. It took a number entry to lock and unlock from both the inside and out. Given her family's enterprises she knew why her parents were what some would call paranoid with their home security. All the kids had gun safety training. A larger part of her knew the security overkill was due to something else altogether. Her mother never talked about it much, but her she knew it had to do with her birth family. Lily's remaining biological family lived only two hours away in Stockton and yet they had never met. They'd reached out after her parents had gotten married but her mother had supposedly politely requested to be left alone. As far as Cara knew, the request had been respected but then again she was never sure. Her parents could be oddly secretive when they wanted to. They'd never tried to hide the fact that Lily had been adopted, or that Nana Catherine wasn't their biological grandmother but it had always struck her as strange that her mother would keep these people at such a distance. Almost as if she were afraid of them. Of what they could do to them. When she was sixteen she'd gathered the courage to ask Abel why they never spoke to their mothers family. Abel had told her because it was complicated. It was the only answer she ever got. Trudging upstairs she didn't bother to look at the numbers on the clock, she knew it was late. Although she wanted nothing more than to flop onto her bed and pass out she knew better than to fall asleep without taking a shower first. She was sweaty and sticky from hours of dancing and her feet ached from her high heels. That settled it, a hot shower was in her very near future.

Half an hour later, Cara brushed out her towel dried hair as she stood beside her bed. The blond locks brushing the small of her back with each brush stroke. Pandora playing softly on her phone, Halsey filled her bedroom as she absentmindedly swayed her hips to the music. Finishing her task, she set the brush down on the nightstand and turned off her phone. Flipping off the lamp on her nightstand she climbed into bed. Hugging her pillow to her chest she tried not to think of Alexander and the past. Tomorrow would be a new day, with new challenges and new opportunities. As her father once said, every new day is a new box, you open it, you take a look inside. You're the one who determines if it's a gift or a coffin. It may have sounded morbid to some but to Cara she always seemed to find the wisdom in her fathers words. Tonight, on her twenty first birthday she decided no matter the outcome she was determined for tomorrow to be a gift.

The following morning came faster than she'd anticipated. Holding onto her coffee like a lifeline, Cara checked her makeup in the trucks visor before getting out. Waving goodbye to Quinn she unlocked the bakery like she did almost every morning and set about prepping the baked goods for the day. Dumping her purse and hoodie in the office she clocked in and began prepping the pastries expecting Audrey any moment. She was never late. Ever. Just as she slid a tray of danishes in to the glass case she heard the familiar sound of a Harley pulling up to the back. The throaty noise of the engine cutting off and voices echoing in the alley. Wiping her flour dusted hands on her apron Cara peeked curiously out of the security screen door and gasped in shock. Abel stood beside his motorcycle, he was talking to Audrey but she couldn't hear the words. Unbuckling her helmet he took it off and set it on the seat. Reaching out he laced the fingers of his hand behind her head pulling her close. Leaning down he captured her lips in a possessive kiss. When he broke the kiss, Audrey could only stare up at him with wide eyes nodding mutely to whatever he'd told her. Seemingly satisfied with her compliance he pressed a kiss to her brow before nudging her towards the bakery door. Gnawing on her lower lip nervously Audrey did as she was told and headed inside the bakery. Locking the security door per Abel's stern command she knew she had to be blushing up a storm. She'd begged Abel to just drop her off at the corner but he'd flat out refused. He'd told her that things were changing. Starting today everything would be different.

Turning around, Audrey came face to face with her best friend. Cara was leaning back against the metal counter top arms crossed over her chest and the biggest grin she'd ever seen gracing her beautiful face. Pushing away from the counter, Cara didn't give Audrey a chance to speak and enveloped her in a fierce hug. Planting a big kiss on her cheek she pulled back still wearing that ridiculously happy grin. Feeling heat flush down her neck and chest, Audrey couldn't decide if she wanted the earth to swallow her whole or to squeal with delight. Obviously Cara had seen them outside. She was just grateful her friend wasn't angry. The last thing she wanted was to jeopardize their friendship. Eying her friend, Audrey couldn't help but to need confirmation. "You're not mad are you? I-I didn't plan on this—" Shaking her head, Cara stopped her right there. "Are you kidding me? Mad? Fuck no. I'm shocked but it's a good shock I promise. Holy shit, wow. Jesus it took him long enough to get his head out of his ass. I want details I hope you know." She said, wagging her eyebrows playfully. Shoulders relaxing Audrey couldn't help but smile allowing herself to enjoy the moment. Walking to the sink she began washing her hands. Knowing she couldn't reveal everything last night, Audrey gave her a basic rundown of the evening final events minus any sexy details. Carrying a tray of muffins to the glass case, Cara opened the swinging door for her. "This is fantastic, I've always wanted a sister. There's no one I'd rather have than you." Looking up in confusion, Audrey frowned. "What are you talking about?" Pausing to gather her hair into a high pony tail, Cara laughed softly. "Your kidding right? Audrey, you've known Abel your whole life and from what you told me he said this isn't a one time deal for him. He doesn't do anything half way. If he's serious, which he always is. It won't be enough just to give you his ink, and make you his Old Lady. He's going to want to lock this down, he won't just want you to be his girlfriend Audrey, I think he's going to ask you to marry him. If he's anything like our Dad he'll be possessive as hell."

She was shaking her head before she could stop herself still not allowing herself to dream. "Are you sure?" She asked, curiously and to her inner joy Cara nodded excitedly. "He's never even considered taking an Old Lady until now, he's never shown an ounce of interest and now we know why. Look don't let me get scare you, I know he said you guys would take this a day at a time but all I'm saying is don't be surprised if he gets…I don't know impatient." She gasped excitedly, clapping her hands together as if she'd suddenly just thought of something. "Oh, Oh I bet he's going to do something big for your birthday." Rolling her eyes, Audrey tried to slow down her friends rambling excitement. "Lets just get through today, I'm not ready to think about my birthday yet…" Sticking her tongue out playfully Cara headed towards the back of the bakery. "I didn't think you'd take my advice last night so seriously but I'm glad you listened. I really meant what I said when I texted you last night Audrey, my family is your family and you deserve to be happy." Slow to absorb her words, Audrey felt herself frown in confusion. She had left her phone at home, there was no way she'd gotten that text or sent any past the time she'd originally gone to bed which meant…Alexander. Was that why he'd really wanted her phone? Realization dawned on her and she had to think fast as Cara turned to see if she was following. Cara had no idea that Alexander was even home and with all of last nights excitement she'd completely forgotten to tell her.

The thought was broken when the bell of the bakery rang and the front door opened. Walking inside the lobby, a pair of men wearing navy blue baseball caps, and high collared blue and white delivery uniforms came inside. Their bodies swallowed up by a pair of the largest bouquets of yellow roses either woman had ever seen. It was a miracle they'd even been able to even open the door. Coming to stand beside Audrey, Cara raised a brow. "Abel doesn't waste any time, I see." She said watching the delivery men set the overflowing vases of flowers onto a nearby table and turned around without a word and walked out to a large black van parked at the curb. For the next minute they proceeded to bring in six more identical vases of roses and within minutes the small space was drowning in flowers. One of the men, who could have been her brothers age walked out to the van and brought in one final flower arrangement. It was smaller than the others but no less grand. It reminded her of the bouquets they give the girls in the beauty pageants on television. A lush arrangement of lavender and white roses, dripping in baby's breath. Instead of setting it down on the counter with the others he instead approached Audrey and held the bouquet out to her as if it were a holy offering, his dark eyes never leaving hers. It was now, that both women realized neither men had spoken. When she didn't immediately reach for the flowers the man's neck twitched as if he were suddenly impatient, the jerking motion revealing a flash of ink on skin. Audrey's eyes automatically went to his throat but the high collar covered his skin. As if he sensed what she was doing, the man's blank expression shifted in to something close to a tight smile. He was nervous, uncomfortable. As if sensing the rising tension, the other man produced an envelope from his front shirt pocket and handed it readily to Cara who accepted it without hesitation wanting nothing more than for these two men to leave. Opening the envelope, her eyes glued to the paper she felt a sharp stabbing pain of fear in her belly.

Happiest Birthday to my dearest Niece Cara Grace.

Love, your Lucas.

Cara resisted the urge to hold her stomach, feeling as though she would be sick. Licking her lips, Cara prayed to God to steady her voice, to give her strength. It was safe to assume these two men were not normal delivery men, and this was no doubt an unspoken breach in her fathers agreement with the Aryans. "Do you know who owns this Bakery." She said. It wasn't a question but more of a loaded statement. Even as she said the words, she knew these men were not afraid of them in the least. Why should they? They'd come in the bakery in broad daylight, at an hour when they knew there would be few to no customers. More than likely they were fully aware they were the only ones inside the bakery. Which likely meant he knew they're schedules. All of her fears were realized when his blank demeanor changed. A slow confident smile replacing his stern expression. One that said, 'I fear nothing, and no one.' "We are well aware Miss Teller, I am simply obeying the orders of my superior and delivering these beautiful flowers specifically requested for to two lovely young ladies." Beside him, the other man was still holding the flowers out to Audrey his eyes glued to hers. In fact, he'd never broken eye contact. Unable to focus on both of them, Cara turned her attention to the man who'd spoken but he interrupted her before she could speak. "Mr. Tully, your Uncle has also requested that I extend his utmost admiration at the impressiveness of your last formal Ballet performance. He was taken aback by your beauty and grace on the stage." He said as if this were totally appropriate and not utterly terrifying. This time Cara could not stop herself, she held the note card to her stomach. The air in the bakery suddenly stifling and hot. "He—He saw my last performance?" She asked, her voice straining. Misunderstanding her response, the man beamed with pride. "Yes, in fact he's never missed a single performance of your short career. He's fully enjoyed watching you, and not to brag but he makes sure to donate yearly to your troupes company." Swallowing thickly, Cara forced herself to nod. "Thats—thats wonderful…Please tell my-my Uncle I appreciate all of his kindness and generosity but…um we need to get the bakery opened if thats okay…um, Mr.-" Taking off his ball cap the man smiled, barring his perfectly white straight teeth. "Xavier, Miss Teller, my name is is Xavier and I am at your disposal per your Uncles orders. Oh yes before I forget, Mr. Tully would like to extend an invitation for you to visit his home to stay the weekend or your choosing. He's anxiously awaiting your decision. There's a number on the back of the card where you can contact him at your earliest convenience. Any time, day or not, someone will answer." He said and then suddenly he pointed towards Audrey, his hand mimicking a gun. "And if your uncomfortable coming alone, Mr. Tully said you are more than welcome to bring a friend. Again, my name is Xavier and it has been an absolute pleasure finally meeting you Miss Teller, you girls have a splendid day."

With that he turned on his heel and headed for the front door. The second man however made no attempt to leave. The look in his eyes sent chills down Audrey's spine. He stepped close enough until the cellophane was crinkling against her chest crushing the flowers between their bodies. Pushing the flowers in to her arms gently he leaned in and to her horror pressed a chaste kiss to her cheek. She let out an involuntary grimace and tried to step back but he moved like lighting and grabbed her forearm hard enough to bruise as he pulled her closer. Whimpering Audrey flinched, frightened and found it she was unable to pull free of his grip. Through the rushing blood in her ears she was aware of Cara shouting something, her friends hands shoving at him. Crushing the flowers between their bodies, he leaned in again and this time he spoke against the shell of her ear. "Everything will make sense soon, Audrina. They've filled your head with so many vicious, filthy lies but I'll fix everything, with his help I'll bring you home where you belong I promise. He'll deliver us to the promised land." All at once he let go of her and she nearly fell backwards against one of the small tables. Somehow she managed to hold onto the now crushed flowers in her arms and Audrey let out a small choked cry as they watched him storm out the front door and climb in to the passenger side of the black van. Neither woman moved until the van was completely out of sight, to afraid to do anything else. The second it was out of sight Cara ran up to the front door and locked it, flipping the closed sign on the door and pulled all the sunshades down. As if she were holding a venomous snake, Audrey threw the flowers on to the floor, her arms hugging her body.

Adrenalin pumping through her body, Cara pulled Audrey with her and the pair hurried to the back of the bakery. Grabbing her purse from the office she ended up dumping it out on the floor. Cursing loudly Cara let go of Audrey to search for her phone. "What the fuck, what the fuck is happening. Who was that Audrey?!" She half shouted in he small office. Still in shock, she shook her head at her friends question. "I don't know, I've never met him in my life. They were Aryan, but those aren't the men my father meets…I-I don't know those men." She rambled, wiping at her cheek she cringed still able to feel the touch of his lips on her cheek. It made her skin crawl. The next few minutes were filled with chaotic phone calls and the pair locked themselves inside the office until reinforcements could come. Chewing on her thumb nail, Cara paced nervously in the small space. Both women let out a shriek as someone attempted to open the door to the office the door shaking in its hinges. The sound of Abel's voice booming on the other side. "Cara, It's me. Open the door."

The next few minutes were tense and uncomfortable as they were asked to relay what happened. All the while, Audrey could not take her eyes off of Abel. His large muscular frame taking up the corner he stood in, his face contorted in a mask of rage and hurt as he listened silently. He had yet to meet her gaze, and she could not shake the feeling that there was so much more to this. Abel knew. Whatever this was about, he knew everything and that knowledge brought a cold sense of foreboding to her. It warned her of heartache and pain to come. His father had come and Jax Teller had stared at the sea of white roses with a look she could not explain. It wasn't fear, but something else. Something darker, and more powerful. They'd closed and locked the bakery. Cara rode with her father, and Audrey rode with Abel. Neither spoke to one another and the ride felt like an eternity. Hair whipping in the wind, Audrey watched as they took a right off the main road. They were not headed to the Club House, nor were they heading in the direction of the Teller residence. Unable to question Abel over the roar of the engine she was at his mercy for the remainder of the ride. After fifteen minutes she knew exactly where they were headed. The cabin.

Parking in the circle drive of the Cabin, Abel turned off the engine and for a few seconds they sat in silence. Unbuckling his helmet he got off his Dyna and helped Audrey down. Taking her helmet from her he set them down on the seat and took her hand in his. To his disappointment she pulled her hand from his. "Why are we here Abel? I want to know whats going on, right now." She said, taking a step back from him despite wanting nothing more than to let him hold her. Sighing, Abel raked a ringed hand through his hair. "We have to wait for the others, then we can talk, I promise but right now I want to take you inside." Reaching for her hand again he was relieved when she didn't flinch from his touch. The last thing he wanted was for her to be afraid of him. Walking around the Cabin they came to what would be considered the back porch. It faced the field, the sparkling surface of the lake peeking through the tall trees. As they walked up the stairs, Abel suddenly stopped her his eyes drawn to the ashtray on the wooden chair beside the door. A lit cigarette hanging off the edge. Someone had set up a wrought iron day bed on the porch, it was neatly made with an old quilt and pillow. Casting his glance around, Abel spotted a figure coming up from the old worn pathway to the docks. They waited with bated breath as the figure approached and both visibly relaxed as Tig Trager came in to view. He was wearing an old pair of jeans and a black undershirt tucked in with a pair of well worn black leather boots. Heavily salt and pepper hair slicked back it did little to tame the thinning curls. Even in his old age, Trager was nothing to contend with if the sawed off shotgun in his hand was any indication.

He eyed the pair for a curious second. "Whens my grandson getting here?" He graveled voice barked out and Abel couldn't help but smile. "He'll be here by dinner." Seemingly pleased with the answer, Tig stomped up the stairs and took a bewildered Audrey by the elbow. He paused turning to Abel, "Chibs is down at the dock. Do me a favor and help that Old bastard up here, stubborn asshole won't listen to me." Knowing better than to argue with Abel's gaze softened as he regarded Audrey for a brief second. "Go on inside Darlin', I'll be right back." Looking between the two men, Audrey's shoulders sank. What choice did she have? She watched as Abel trudged down to the dock to fetch Chib's leaving her alone with Alexanders grandfather. Tig gave her arm a gentle squeeze. "Come on Doll, make me a drink will ya? It only taste good when you pour it." Unable to help herself, Audrey felt a smile pull at the corner of her lips. Following him inside she automatically went to the kitchen and began to searching through the cabinets. Finding a tumbler and a bottle of wild turkey she poured two fingers worth and set it down on the table. Lowering himself into an oak chair, Tig regarded her with his usual intense stare as he took the glass in his hand and took a small sip. "See? Perfect. If you don't have a beautiful woman pour it, it'll taste like ash." Sitting across from him she played with her hair, gathering it over on shoulder anxiously before standing up again and grabbing herself a glass. Pouring another two fingers worth she took a long swallow, and gave a soft laugh as she wiped her lower lip with her thumb. "You're right, it does tastes better." Just as quickly as the smile had formed it faded from her lips as she looked at Tig from across the small table, her lips pressing together tightly as her shoulders began to tremble. The tears rolled down her cheeks as she wiped furiously at her eyes. Wordlessly her drinking companion slid a navy blue handkerchief across the table and she took it gratefully. She was exhausted and afraid, unsure of her future as she was of her past. "If I ask you a question Tig, will you answer it?" She asked. Sinking back in his chair, Tig didn't say anything for a long time as if he knew what this was building towards already. "Depends Doll, you can ask me anything but I can't promise I'll have an answer."

Pouring herself another glass, she set the bottle down between them. "Why did my Dad tell me to stop talking to you?" Tig's slate blue eyes narrowed and he seemed to be mulling over her question. He didn't need to. He knew why, even if she didn't. Perhaps it was his age, or his worn down heart but he was tired of lying to protect the past. It was never what he'd wanted. It wasn't what She had wanted. He could still remember Jax's account of her current situation at home. He'd bristled with shame and anger. To hear first hand how Kurt had been treating his daughter. Regardless of her true parentage, it was inexcusable. She deserved better than to be treated like a stranger in her own home. The truth burned in his throat, desperate to come forth but he couldn't bring himself to say it. Not yet. "We're on lock down. When Jax and the others get here, we'll talk sweetheart. I promise. Everything will be okay." Tears burning behind her eyes, Audrey laughed again only this time it was not kind or polite. It was bitter and frustrated. Standing up abruptly from her chair it scraped loudly across the floor. Finishing her drink she set it down hard against the tabletop. "If one more man today tells me 'it'll be okay' I'm going to fucking scream." She ground out, "I want to know where my Dad is, I want to know who the fuck that was today and most of all I want to know what the fuck your all hiding from me." Fuming with anger and pain she turned away from Tig's own pained expression. He made no move to follow, and she was grateful. Wiping at her tear streaked face she blindly made her way through the cabin's first floor before finding the stairs. It had been a long time since she had been here, so it took her a moment to catch her bearings. Walking through the dimly lit hall she didn't stop until she found the master suite. Closing the door behind her she stood there leaning against it, absorbing the silence. She knew it would only be a matter of time before Abel came searching and until then she would do everything she could to brace for the coming storm.

Lying down on top of the goose down comforter, Audrey hugged the pillow to her body. Her mind and heart a flurry of emotions. A tired laugh escaping her lips. The irony of all of this was not lost on her. She wanted Abel to notice her, she wanted to be important to someone. Well the universe had heard her prayers and answered ten fold. Exhaustion won out in the end and it must have been some time later because she woke up to the sound of loud voices downstairs. Low angry voice and muffled arguing, heavy boots pacing the floor downstairs. Stretching in the bed, she made no move to go downstairs. As if the universe thought itself humorous the door cracked open and a large figure stepped inside the darkening room. The sun was beginning to set. The edge of the bed dipped with Abel's weight and he turned on the bedside lamp illuminating the room in a soft yellow glow. "You fell asleep Darlin' I put it off as long as I could but I need you to come downstairs now." Sitting up, Audrey combed her fingers through her hair and she stopped as Abel suddenly drew her in to his arms. She fought for a second trying to remember she should be angry with him but the look in his eyes stops her. With a soft sigh of resignation she sagged against him her arms wrapping around his neck willing him to hold her tighter. "I need you to remember Audrey. Remember what I told me, and everything will be okay." Turning his head, he kissed her temple.

The short walk downstairs felt like she was marching to her death, and perhaps in a way she was. Not the end of an actual life, but the end of something more, something that didn't have a name. Someone had opened the windows in the cabin, the cool mountain air flowing through the house. As she rounded the corner of the den the rising crescendo of male voices suddenly died down and she fought the urge to squirm under the stare of the men filling the room. Her eyes searched the room and to her relief she found Alexander sitting beside his grandfather on the edge of the fireplace hearth. He rose as she entered the room one agonizing step at a time and touched her shoulder tenderly as he passed. A sympathetic expression on his normally stoic face. It did nothing to soothe her fears and only caused the anxiety to churn in her belly. Looking over her shoulder she watched him until he was out of sight and through the kitchen. It seemed he already knew this story, he didn't need to stay for the telling.

Beside her Abel cast a sidelong glance at his father and she knew then that he to was going to be asked to leave. "I'll be right outside." He said quietly and in that moment she wanted to grab his hand, beg him to stay but she willed herself to be brave. Turning her amber gaze to the men in the room, and she held her head high her heart hammering inside her chest. Jax Teller sat in the oak chair his arms resting on the arm rests and it was then that Audrey could see a glimpse of the future that awaited Abel. The two men a mirror image of one another. The past and the present. Startled, Audrey jumped when someone suddenly produced a chair for her to sit in and she floundered for a second before sitting down. It wasn't until her shoulders touched the back of the chair that she began to understand the seriousness of this meeting. Four Son's sat before her with their presidents unwavering gaze settled on her and she felt her heart in her throat. Hand's trembling in her lap, she clenched them tightly as Jax began to speak. "We are not perfect men Audrey, we've made grievous mistakes in the name of this Club. To protect the people we love. We all have and will commit terrible acts of violence if need be to keep our families safe. None of the good years came without sacrifice and bloodshed and sadly some of us sacrificed more than others. Your father being one of those people. I've always been the first to acknowledge it but given the events of tonight and other things brought to my attention I will not sit idly by while his pain slowly kills him, and hurts you in the process. I should have intervened years ago when Kurt began to pull away but I think a part of me hoped your father would climb out of his grief. Ask for for help. But it only gave him the opportunity to pull further away from us. As of now, he is no longer the liaison for my Club. This has been a long time coming, and I've let my own guilt and love for your father to cloud my judgment. He needs help Audrey, he's sick and it won't be the drinking that kills him." He said and Audrey felt a rush of fear flood her body. Hot tears pricking the back of her eyes and she found herself gripping the wooden seat of her chair to ground her. Knuckles blanching white with the effort. "Your father made a choice in his past and the consequences of that choice have brought unwanted attention to my family and now I need to figure out how to salvage this mess without bloodshed. We have reason to believe today, the man in the bakery was your half brother Hank Bunker..."

Though she heard his words, they sounded heavy and foreign to her ears. Even as she spoke the words she knew how naive and stupid they sounded. "That can't be right, I'm an only child." Leaning forwards, he rested his forearms on his knees and wiped a hand down his beard. He tried to remember what his wife had told him, to be kind, that she would need time to process this news. He knew he owed this to Audrey, the truth. Even if she hated him, hated them all for it and so he told her. Everything. He began at the beginning and worked his way through two decades of secrets and by the end as the silence fell over the room and he waited as Audrey sat there frozen. She'd turned her face away from him, a curtain of dark curls cascading down her shoulder as the tears flowed freely down her cheeks dripping down her chin. Her entire life was a lie. Her father had lied to her and now his mountain of lies would bury her along side him if he wasn't careful. This man with the dark eyes had spent his entire adulthood thus far trying to find her. She remembered his cryptic words, 'I'll make this right, I promise.' In the moment she hadn't understood and even now she wasn't sure she grasped his meaning but it chilled her to the bone. This was not a simple thing, this mans obsession. It was twisted and dark, it scared the hell out of her. Jax further explained they were fairly positive her would-be half brother had murdered Maggie, their birth mother as punishment for what he had deemed the ultimate betrayal. He'd punished Maggie for sending Audrey to her father in California to save her when they could no longer outrun her past. Hank had gone to painstaking lengths to find her, to secure support for his endeavors through the darkest channels in the underbelly. The encounter today at the Bakery was no coincidence. Hank had seized an opportunity to get close to her, close enough to touch. She shuddered to imagine if he had thought to kidnap her no one would have been able to stop him. Which begged the question, what did Hank want? Why not have just taken her then? It seemed the Club didn't have those answers and without speaking to Lucas Tully himself they couldn't prove one way or another that he hadn't been the one to back him. They did know for a fact that Hank had used his grandfather Randall Watts legacy to gain entry back in to the AB. Gaining his own crew and working quietly under the radar for his own personal gains. Jax had wanted to believe the likelihood was he was doing all of this with Lucas Tully's knowledge but it wasn't a risk they were willing to take. Not yet.

((Accompanying song: Day is Gone- Noah Gundersen & The Forest Rangers.))

As she sat across from Jax and she felt as if someone had poured battery acid down her throat. Hand coming to her mouth she felt bile rise in her throat and she had to resist the urge to vomit. Stomach churning violently she sprang up from the chair causing everyone else to do the same. Bolting out of the room she dashed to the kitchen and flung herself against the counter. Hands braced against the edges of the dropped sinks she emptied what little she had in her stomach. Coughing as she retched, Audrey accepted a folded dish towel that was offered to her with trembling hands. Wiping her mouth, she looked up to stare at her own reflection of the darkened window over the sink. Her face was red and blotchy with tears. Turning her head, she looked at Jax who was leaning against the edge of the counter, arms crossed over his chest. "How many of you knew." She begged. It wasn't a question so much as it was a quiet demand. "Everyone here, except Thomas and Cara. They were to young to remember when Tessa died and you came to live with your father the day of the funeral. I swear to you Audrey, Cara did not know. Given your fathers wishes, Lily and I thought it best to keep it from her. It wasn't an easy decision. We warned your father this was a possible outcome." Stomach rolling, Audrey took a cautious deep breath through her nostrils. One glaring fact burning in her mind. "Abel knew, he's known all along." She said, and to this Jax sighed, saddened. "He wrestled with the truth most of his adult life. It wasn't right to make him guard that secret, I took no joy giving him that responsibility. Especially not when I knew how he felt about you. I knew it would tear him up inside. I know I'm asking the world of you Audrey, but please trust us to help you. Don't lose what faith you have in Abel."

A bottle of whiskey on the counter caught her eye. "Where is my father?" The Son's president uncrossed his arms, his expression hard. "Quinn picked him up at the waitress's apartment above the dive bar. He looks beat to shit, best we can figure he's been there a day. They pulled up awhile ago, but I had Quinn keep him outside-" Before he finished his sentence, Audrey was marching out the front door and down the steps. Leather clad bikers milling around the grass gave her a wide berth as if they could feel the storm coming. Rounding the corner of the house towards the wrap around driveway she could see her father sitting on the tailgate of Quinn's pickup truck. A ceramic mug of coffee in one hand and a lit cigarette dangling from his busted lip. Under the harsh yellow glow of the security light on the garage she could see someone had lit him up good. Left eye nearly swollen shut, his nostrils caked in blood it had dripped down his mouth and coated his beard in rivulets. He was so drunk still he couldn't even sit up straight, leaning against the truck. Anger and pain like she had never felt before bubbled up the surface and Audrey was moving towards him with righteous purpose. It wasn't until her small hands were balled up in his shirt that he even registered she was there at all. Despite her doll like frame his placement on the tailgate of the truck gave her the opportunity to use his own momentum and rip him off his perch. Shocked, Kurt fell forward hot coffee sloshing over them both and he let out a loud grunt of pain and surprise. With only the use of one hand he landed hard on one knee his bad shoulder slamming down on to the concrete. A string of curses flew from his mouth, pain exploding down his arm and hip. Struggling to sit up on his knees Kurt lifted his head the world spinning on its axis. He was vaguely aware the guys were standing around him surrounding the back of the truck in a broken semi-circle. Arms crossed over their chests, no one spoke. No one moved towards him. No one uttered a word. Squinting his good eye the breath in his lungs vanished. His vision splitting in to two, blurry and unfocused but he could suddenly see she was here. Tessa. His Tessa. Hands clenched at her sides, chest heaving with each breath she was a vision of beautiful rage. An amber halo of lighting and gold. Swaying on his knees, Kurt opened his mouth to speak when pain exploded across his face. Vision clouding white with pain the visage of his late wife vanished and was replaced with his daughter. His fucking daughter.

Vibrating with anger, Audrey clutched her palm against her chest the pain of the open handed slap radiating up her forearm. She'd never hit anyone her life, lest of all her drunken father. Hot tears spilled down her cheeks, dribbling down her chin as she tried to calm her thundering heart. Around them no one moved, no one dared to speak. Down on his knees, Kurt suddenly glared at her with his good eye. "What the fuck are you doing here?" Despite her anger, there was nothing to stop Audrey from flinching from her fathers cruel words. He was right, what was she doing here? Leaning closer she spoke through clenched teeth. "I'm here because your a liar and a drunk. I'm here because your a selfish son of a bitch. I'm here because you love a dead woman more than you ever loved me!" With a startled shout, Audrey winced as her father lurched forward and with surprising strength and speed grabbed her arm at the bend and yanked hard. Crying out she fought to pull back but his fingers dug in to the delicate flesh. "Your goddamn right I did. The biggest mistake she ever made was not killing me first." He seethed, his forehead pressed against hers. She could smell the mixing aroma of coffee and bourbon on his hot breath, it mingled sickening with the coppery scent of his own blood. Before Kurt could do anything else he was suddenly ripped away and shoved violently against the side of the pickup truck. Knocking the wind out of him he wheezed painfully. A hard muscled forearm pressing painfully tight against his windpipe. Corn flower blue eyes stared back at him, inches from his broken face. "You ever put your hands on MY girl again, and I don't care if your her father. I'll put you in the goddamn ground. DO YOU HEAR ME!?" Abel shouted, his tone absolute. There was no question, he would kill him and he would do it with a smile on his face. Releasing him, he watched as Kurt slumped pathetically to the ground coughing and sputtering. Leaning up against the tire well he turned to look at his daughter. She was crying, shoulders heaving as she gulped for air. Huge sobs wracking her small body. Alexander was standing with his arms wrapped around her. She melted against him, defeated and heartbroken as his large hand cradled the back of her head holding her against him. He stared at him and the look sent chills down his spine for he was staring at death.

In a daze, Audrey was only slightly aware Alexander had carried her back inside the cabin. Abel trailing behind them. She didn't know and she didn't care where her father was. Not anymore. Arms wrapped around his neck, she buried her face in the crook of his neck inhaling the woodsy scent of Alexanders cologne. Dizzy with emotion she didn't want to open her eyes and surrendered completely to their will. If he wanted to take her inside then that was where they were going. The knowledge that Abel was right behind them filling her with comfort she desperately needed. The sound of the bath water running drew her attention. Alexander stood in the master bathroom still cradling her in his arms as if she weighed nothing. Beside them Abel was drawing a hot bath, the steam rising from the claw foot tub. "What are you doing?" She asked, her voice sounding more like a croak. Raspy and tired from the tribulations of the evening. "Clothes are trashed Darlin', covered in blood and coffee. You need to sleep and I don't want you to be uncomfortable." Ah. Yes. In the excitement of confronting her father Audrey had forgotten he'd spilled hot coffee all over the two of them. Lifting her head from Alexanders shoulder she caught sight of herself in the vanity mirror. A streak of drying blood was smeared across her face like war paint. She could still feel her fathers hot breath against her cheek, his cruel words sticking in to her heart like a knife. He was so broken she wondered if there would be anything worth saving between them. She'd allowed her naivety and love for him cloud her judgment all these years but no more. Ignorance had truly been bliss compared to the torrent of emotions tearing her apart now. Abel had been right, her father was sick and he needed help. Help he would most likely refuse.

Setting her down carefully, Alexander motioned for her to raise her arms up and hesitantly Audrey obeyed acutely aware that she was alone with two men. One of which was not so subtly laying a claim upon her. Heart rate picking up her gaze bounced between the two men as Alexander deftly removed her soiled shirt and tossed it wordlessly in the trash. Arms crossing protectively across her chest, she bit her lower lip worrying it as her eyes looked helplessly at Abel. In front of her, Alexander gave her a crooked smirk. "Not that I don't appreciate whats in front of me but I've got someone waiting for me, beside I don't know if you noticed, but he doesn't like to share." Scowling from his position at the tub. Abel shook his head. "Do you listen to yourself when you speak?" The Enforcer shrugged a shoulder. "Am I wrong?" Smiling at his friends refusal to answer he turned his attention back to Audrey. "I'll check on your dad, try to get some rest." With a silent dismissal Alexander walked out of the bathroom giving them privacy and Abel shut off the taps. Stripped of her clothing and cheeks flushed scarlet Audrey found herself sinking in to the hot water the biting sting of the heat a welcome feeling. Shrouded by the milky bath water, she watched Abel with curious eyes. Choosing to act as a gentleman he sat on the floor, his back against the vanity resting his forearms on his knees. He was tired and it showed. "Audrey, about what my father told you…I never wanted that to hurt you-" "Abel, don't blame yourself…I can't say I'm happy everyone kept this but-but I can understand. My dad's a difficult man…he's always been tormented. As horrible as this has been, given the circumstances its actually freeing. It brings everything in to perspective. He kept me from the Club, from you…not to spare me some sort of heartache but because he was scared of the truth. He was afraid you'd tell me the truth." Smoothing back her wet hair, Audrey ran her index finger along the ring of the tub. "Which one of you lit him up?" Abel gave a light scoff at her question, still humbled by her forgiveness. She was strong. Beautiful and compassionate. "Unfortunately it wasn't me. Quinn found him like that, he was passed out cold. I won't lie, I think that waitress he was shacked up with split town or she's dead, her place was turned upside down. Couch cushions cut open, kitchen drawers pulled out of the cabinets. Someone tore it up in a rage. Best we can figure Kurt got black out drunk in the bar, got his ass handed to him and they dumped him upstairs. We won't know unless he tells us otherwise. My father will sit down with him once he sobers up."

Sitting up in the tub, Audrey hugged her knee's to her chest resting her cheek atop her knees. "What happens now…I can't go back to my dad's house Abel…That man, Hank he knows where we live and right now I can't stomach the idea of being around my father." Leaning forward Abel's expression darkened. "Regardless of what happens Darlin' you were never going back to that house. Even if you had asked, I would have forbidden it." He answered, voice raspy and thick with emotion. The finality of his words struck a cord in Audrey. It should have frightened her but instead she felt her heart warm at his declaration of ownership. It stirred that familiar flicker of desire low in her belly. Abel would protect her and she knew just the lengths he was willing to go. Abel Teller was a true outlaw at heart he was good and he was bad and he was everything she'd ever wanted. While the past two days had been the hardest of her life there was one thing that struck Audrey the strongest. She was no longer bound by her fathers will, she was no longer sentenced to pay for the sin's of a ghost.

((Accompanying song: Eden's Apple, Matt King))

Before she could stop herself, allow her nerves to drown her courage she grabbed the sides of the claw foot tub and hoisted herself to stand. Abel's blue eyes followed her, his predatory gaze flicking up and down her body watching as the soapy water dripped down her delicate frame. Legs wobbling like a newborn deer she stepped out of the tub and onto the bathmat her heart hammering in her chest. Wet tendrils of hair sticking to her shoulders and back she resisted the urge to cover her naked breasts. They were smaller, nothing like the girls from the Club but by the hungry way Abel was drinking her in she knew there was nothing to fear. Rising slowly from the floor, he towered over her his presence filling the space between them.

Chest pressed against hers, his fingers gripping her hip possessively. Her nipples pebbled in the cool air, desire flooding her veins as his jean clad leg nudged between her legs the delicious friction teasing her core. His free hand slid up the back of her neck fingers combing through her wet hair and gripping it tight eliciting a soft gasp from her lips. "Say. It." He commanded. The deep timber of his voice causing her eyes to close. "I'm yours." Opening her eyes, she watched him lean in closer his lips a hairbreadths away. "I was always yours." She said and smiled because she knew she meant it. "My sweet, sweet girl." The tender words held the promise of darker, more sinful things to come and she found herself eager and willing. The next second his mouth was on hers, hard and demanding. A low moan left her lips and she felt herself leaning her hips into him. Acutely aware of her nakedness. The heat and hardness from his erection pressed against her belly through his jeans and it didn't stop her from rubbing herself wantonly against him. Her shyness momentarily forgotten, she was weak, so weak when it came to the pleasure he pulled from her. He broke the kiss, cursing. "Fuck, Audrey." Yes, oh yes thats exactly what she thought as well. Her body ached to be with him to be consumed by a real man. Her man. A flicker of uncertainly passed through her as she considered how big of a man Abel was. She knew without asking that he was just as eager to accomplish this as well but there was one small important matter they'd never discussed. The air in the bathroom was no longer cold but she was overheated and goosebumps trailed down her naked flesh. His roughened palms skimming down her back and sides. She let out a sharp gasp as he palmed her ass cheek in one hand squeezing the globe of flesh. "Abel…I…I've never." She began and the words died on her tongue as he held her chin in his finger and thumb. "I know. Your mine. Will you give that to me Darlin'? Will I be your first and your last?" Oh my. Oh lord. His words made her head dizzy with delight and longing. With an eager nod she wrapped her arms around his neck and moaned softly as he kissed her again hungrily swallowing down all of her little noises.

In a flurry of movement they were suddenly in the bedroom and she was sitting obediently on the foot of the bed. She didn't care that she was the only one naked. It turned her own to know she was vulnerable. His eyes skimmed over her naked flesh in the darkened room and to her greatest joy he began to undress. If it was even possible, his body seemed bigger as he removed each article of clothing. When he was down to nothing more than a pair of boxers her eyes widened at the sight of him. If she hadn't been certain before she was now. Abel had been born in the wrong century. He was a viking in the most primal sense of the word. Corded muscles and an array tattoo's on full display. She swallowed thickly and she bit her lower lip as he came to stand in front of her kneeling down in front of her they were eye level. Lifting his hands he pressed her breasts together and she couldn't hold back a whimper that escaped her lips.

He leaned forward his gaze locked with hers as he brought his mouth to her pebbled nipples. Sucking on bud, licking, teasing the tender flesh before moving on to the next. He tortured her happily and she didn't give a damn. She was burning up inside for him. He sucked on her until she was a mewling mess, completely at his mercy. "Lord, you make me fucking crazy Audrey." He hands went boxers and when he pulled them down and off he looked up to find her slack jawed and staring. She couldn't look away, couldn't stop her eyes from widening at the sight of his manhood. It had her body tightening and he heard himself groan aloud. "Don't look at me like that Audrey. I'm already close to throwing you down on the floor and fuck you like an animal." Eyes widening impossible bigger she gulped. "But—but everyones downstairs…" Flashing her a toothy grin, Abel said. "I know and I don't give a fuck." A soft cry left her as he grabbed her by the hips and pulled her off the edge of the bed. He wanted her so badly. That much was clear from his expression and his words. When she felt him lift her she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist as he lifted her up and crawled up onto the bed. Her breasts were pressed against his chest, and her hands gripped the hard planes of his back. He slowly moved his hands down to cup her ass and brought her pelvis flush against his. The feel of him, hard and insistent against her, had her moaning against his eager mouth. Feeling his teeth graze her open throat, his beard scratching her skin she was more than willing to give all of herself to him. A palm flattened against the middle of her back kept her pinned against him. Rolling her hips she heard him moan low and deep in his chest, his length twitching against her. A rush of pleasure shot through her core and Audrey whimpered. Grinding down against him, he gave a strangled groan. The knowledge that any moment Abel would be inside her heightened the pleasure. Audrey cried out in ecstasy as her body shuddered in delight. She was suddenly grateful she had saved herself. The knowledge he would be her first filling her heart with joy.

Kissing her hard and deep swallowing down her small cries, Abel broke the kiss his hand cupping her breasts, his finger pinching her nipple rolling it slowly between forefinger and thumb. Although slow and steady was not what he was after he knew her first time should be more and he wouldn't deny her the experience. Adjusting himself he positioned his length at her entrance and he stopped as her whole body became rigid with the foreign intrusion. Nuzzling the side of her neck, he slipped a hand between them circling his fingertips along her clit and with each teasing stroke he felt her begin to relax again. "Your body was made for me, Audrey. Just relax Darlin' I'll never get enough, never." Holding onto him for dear life, Audrey swallowed and licked her lips. Everything around her dimmed in comparison to that moment. She felt him press further inside her, stretching her. The pleasure-pain of him pushing through her barrier was bittersweet and she gave a sharp cry at the hard pinch of pain but as quickly as it came the pain melted away as he slowly pulled out and thrust back insider her. The sting of pain lessening as he picked up a steady rhythm. All the while he hand never stopped it torturous pleasuring and the ache he caused inside her arching up off the mattress needing more. He was skillful, he knew just the right amount of pressure, the right amount of depth to send her higher and higher until she was crashing towards the earth. "Yes Abel, more." He responded with a growl against her neck, his hips pressed faster and harder. When she didn't think she could take anymore Audrey turned her face against his shoulder and bit his firm flesh as she cried out in ecstasy her orgasm shattering her completely. The taste of blood slipped across her tongue but she was to far gone to pay it any mind. She felt him grow thicker inside her as he thrust hard and deep once, twice, and on the third time he stilled groaning deeply. Breathing hard, he pressed a series of kisses along her temple and jawline a primal part of him relishing it the way she mewled softly as he rolled his hips lazily against her. He'd been well aware they hadn't used a condom. He'd gone through her bathroom cabinets the night before and found no birth control prescription lying around. That had come as a relief, he hadn't wanted an argument. Whether Audrey understood, or agreed he needed to bind her to him in every way possible. He would not lose her, not now. Still lost in a haze, Audrey winced as she felt him pull out slowly. She was tender and well aware she was no longer a virgin. Through half lidded eyes she watched Abel walked the bathroom and when he returned he was carrying a folded warm wash cloth. With tender attention he cleaned her with it, careful to use gentle swipes. When he was finished he threw the wash cloth in to the dark void of the bathroom and climbed in to bed with her. Wrapping his arms around her he pulled her close and tight against his body, spooning her. Eyes heavy with sleep she pressed a kiss to her forearm wrapped around her. "Sleep Darlin'. I'll be here when you wake up."

There was a strange noise, the distant rumble of voices downstairs and Audrey rolled over. She woke slowly and with confusion. Stretching she bit her lower lip and smiled shyly at the knowing ache in her core. She was deliciously sore and her heart fluttered at the reason why. There was a sudden knock at the door and Audrey sat up gathering the goose down comforter around her body like a shield. As if on cue, Abel stalked out of the bathroom wearing nothing more than a towel and she felt her mouth go dry at the sight of his chiseled body. He must have just gotten out of the shower because he was dripping wet. The knocking commenced again and she felt herself smile at his curse. "Fuck, I hear you. Hold on a damn minute." Hand reaching for the doorknob Abel suddenly stopped and turned towards the bed. He pointed a fingers in her direction. "Outta sight Darlin' In the bathroom until I get rid of them. I don't want any of my Brothers seeing you naked. I don't want to have to kill someone." Rolling her eyes she squealed in excitement as he pretended to lunge for the bed. Scooting to the side of the bed closest to the bathroom she giggled as his hand shot out slapping her bare bottom as she skirted past. "Roll your eyes at me again little girl and I'll put you over my knee. Do what I say now." Biting her lip bashfully, she obeyed him. All the while wondering if his threat was remotely real. She'd be lying if she wasn't tempted to test the theory.

With an unwavering gaze he watched her until she was inside the bathroom the door half closed and only then did he unlock and open the door. One hand gripping the towel at his hip he opened the door enough to see an amused expression on the face of the man behind it. Abel felt himself relax by a small fraction. "Sorry Dad, I didn't realize it was you. I would've come down sooner but I was…busy." He said keeping his expression neutral. If his father was suspicious he didn't show it. "Don't worry about it. Your mom and Cara just pulled up, they brought Audrey's bag. She wants you two down for breakfast." Nodding in agreement Abel was suddenly reminded of something important. "Anyone set eyes on Thomas yet?" In all the chaos of locating Audrey's father they'd had to put the bullshit with his brother on hold. Their fathers expression softened at the mention of his middle child. "He texted Cara sometime this morning early around 6 AM. Wanted to take her to breakfast. She didn't answer. Red saw him pull in to our development. Cruised past the house but didn't stop, looped around to the back of the subdivison and parked. As far as they can tell he's just sitting, waiting. Something is very wrong Abel." "What the fuck? He's trying to get Cara alone, bad. He knows better, this is desperation." Jax sighed at the reply. "He checked into the motel the day before yesterday, one of our girls in housekeeping got them in. Rooms clean, he never even went inside." This news made Abel's chest tighten but his fathers next words chilled the blood in his veins. "The hotel room was clean, save for the closet. They found a black duffel bag, it had a burner phone, a roll of duct tape, zip ties and a few boxes of brunette hair dye. We left it, no sense in spooking him." The door jam creaked under the pressure of Abel's grip. He hadn't even realized he'd reached up to brace himself. The weight of his fathers words crushing him. Brother or not, Abel was going to beat Thomas within an inch of his life. Whatever he was running from was bad. Bad enough to force him to kidnap his own sister, alter her physical appearance to avoid detection. What the fuck was Thomas running from?

Jax shook his head slowly. "I know Son. I know but I have to give him one more chance to come clean. He may not be a patched member but he's still my son, he's still your brother. We have to tackle one threat at a time. As for Lucas he swears is not involved with Thomas, but his operations grown larger and he admits he isn't familiar as he once was with every man. I made it crystal clear that the timing is suspicious but he adamantly denies direct involvement. Says he wouldn't risk what little chance there is to have a relationship with your mother and sister. Gave us his blessing to speak to his people. Promises zero resistance." Abel snorted in disbelief at his fathers words. Sure, Lucas Tully would be more than happy to offer his assistance. Anything to worm his way in to their lives. The man was dangerous, unpredictable and fucking crazy but his father was right as usual, they had to tackle one threat at a time. They couldn't lose sight of the bigger picture because that was where people got hurt, when people died. "Alexander offered to scoop Thomas up." His father said, a note of grim humor in his voice. At this Abel barked out a laugh of surprise. "Of course he did. You didn't give him the Green Light did you? He knows everything we know and then some, he'll light Thomas up like the forth of July." His father sighed, "No, I sent Jinks and Theo. As far as they know he hasn't left the main house, if they need backup Red's at the perimeter of the development. They'll watch him until we need him brought up here. Now for fucks sake don't keep your mother waiting. Let that poor girl breathe for a minute for Christs sake." Patting his son's shoulder, Jax turned and took his leave chuckling under his breath as he went. Backing up, Abel shut and locked the door again. Moving with a purpose he gathered up his clothing under one arm and walked into the bathroom. What he saw made him stop dead inside the doorway.

Audrey had taken a quick shower and was standing naked at the vanity towel drying her long hair, the wet tips brushing near the small of her back as she stood up straighter to look him in the eye. Cheeks flushing scarlet and he felt his chest swell with pride. She was still so innocent, even after he'd taken her virginity. To his great joy and pleasant surprise she did not rush to cover her nakedness. He never wanted Audrey to feel ashamed of her body around him. He thought she was beautiful and he never wanted her to doubt that. She bit her lower lip nervously and he wondered if she was aware how it drove him crazy. "What if I had been someone else?" His playful accusation brought a smile to her pale pink lips. "You never would've let another man come waltzing through that door." Chuckling he gave a confident nod. "Damn straight." Closing the distance between them he gently lifted her up by the hips and set her down on the edge of the counter top. Settling himself between her legs he lifted her chin with his forefinger and thumb encouraging her to look at him. Kissing her he let his tongue trace the seam of her mouth and it was all it took for Audrey to issue her surrender. The heat of desire pooling low in her belly she found herself brazenly reaching to the edges of his towel when Abel pulled back stopping her, his hand gently clasped over hers. "Wait you take that towel off and I won't be able to stop myself and we have a houseful of people waiting for us. My mother included. As much as Id love to spend the day between your gorgeous legs it'll have to wait. Besides Cara is downstairs with your bag, I'll text her and have her bring it up. Give you two a chance to talk." Trying hard to hide her disappointment Audrey nodded her head sneaking in one last kiss before he released her. "Abel?" She asked as he stepped back and despite his early words dropped his towel to pull on his boxers. He glanced at her as he pulled his jeans on next. "Yeah?" "What happens now?" The simple question held an underlying sense of uncertainty and hope. Pulling his black t-shirt over his head he stepped closer taking her face in his hands the pad of his thumb tracing her chin. "You belong to me Darlin' and I to you. I already told you, no matter what happens you aint going back to your Daddy's house. That's done and over with. So for now we take it day by day." Smiling slowly, Audrey had to agree that sounded like a good plan. It was the only plan they had.

Downstairs the house was a flurry of activity. A few girls from the Club were taking directions from Lily, who kept the house running like a well oiled machine. In an hour she'd organized everyone and set them to their tasks. A buffet line of burly bikers loading up plates of hash browns, eggs, bacon and toast. A second pot of coffee already being brewed. Chaos or not, people had to eat. Upstairs, the two young women stared at one another as Cara studied her best friend. For all the excitement of the previous day and night she was pleased to see Audrey wasn't falling apart. Her friend was strong, she'd pull through. Clearing her throat, she nervously picked at an invisible thread on her jean shorts as they sat together on the king sized bed. "Have you seen him this morning?" Pressing her lips together Audrey combed a hand through her long hair and swept it over her right shoulder. She knew exactly who Cara was referring to. "I haven't seen him since last night, he wasn't downstairs?" Cara shook her head disappointed. "No, my mom sent me straight upstairs with your bag. She practically shoved me up the stairs. She wants us to come down for breakfast but I don't think I could eat. My stomachs been in knots all night." Knowing exactly how she felt, Audrey contemplated where she should begin to bring her friend up to date. She decided a happy medium to start."They found my Dad. They brought him here last night." Cara's eyes grew wide. "What? Is that where Quinn and my Dad went last night?" "He was so drunk he couldn't stand. I took one look at him and I lost it. I can't handle his bullshit anymore." She said, her lower lip trembling as the tears came unexpected as she gave Cara the abbreviated version of the nights events. The young blond stared at her in disbelief and then eventually sadness. Scooting closer she pulled Audrey into her arms, embracing her. "I'm so fucking sorry Audrey…I-I swear I didn't know until this morning. My mom said they never intended to let things become so complicated but then again they didn't expect a lot of things. Did Abel really threaten him?" Sniffing, Audrey gave a nod. "Abel said he was sending guys to get my things from the house. He told me I wont be going back, he told my father to." Cara exhaled slowly her thoughts flipping back and forth between anxiety and frustration. "What did Kurt do?" Audrey gave a soft snort, rolling her eyes. "Not a damn thing, Abel took me inside the cabin and I haven't seen him since. I'm so angry with him Cara, I think all these years of his ridged rules and being so set in his ways has just broken me down. I love him, he's my father and I knew a long time ago that he wasn't a saint but this isn't at all what I thought. I feel like I don't know who he is anymore." Combing her fingers through her still damp hair she let out a tired sigh. "Look at me complaining about my daddy issues when your ass deep in alligators yourself."

Looking at Cara, she could see the tension in her shoulders. Neither woman felt comfortable with their present circumstances. "What happened last night with you? What did your parents say about that man…Lucas." Lying back on the bed, Cara folded her hands over her stomach and stared up at the ceiling fan as it whirled. "Their…concerned to say the least. I've never seen my mother this worried though. I heard her tell my father she wasn't willing to let history repeat itself. I'm not quite sure what she means by that but she sounded scared Audrey, and my mother is never scared." Cara's parents had settled on a tentative verbal agreement with her Uncle who had rather begrudgingly agreed to. Until they'd located Hank Bunker, and determined Lucas involvement if any in the matter there would be no personal relationship between the parties. A heavily supervised lunch at their own establishment was the best Lucas could hope for. Her mother had sounded oddly cold on the phone to her Uncle, very unlike her normally cordial and warm self. Instead she'd been guarded. Since before her birth Lucas Tully had been reaching out regularly to reconnect with Lily. There was a natural distrust on her part to assume it was purely innocent on his part. After all, she had sent their brother to his brutal death though only her and her husband knew the truth there was always the fear of suspicion lurking in the back of her mind. The Aryan's had done a quiet and quick investigation of their own but had concluded Samson to be solely responsible for their brothers murder. There was no way for them to know Lily had known, that she had counted on him coming for Ron. She'd said enough to Ron himself. It wasn't her fault he hadn't heeded the warning. Not that it would have made any difference. Dead was dead, there was no outrunning the reaper. Jax had further assured her there was no way for them to seek retribution against them, nor would were they likely to. The attention from the media was unwanted, and the money involved in their dealings was to good to sully. Despite all of her husbands assurances Lily had always felt a lingering sense of doubt because nothing good or kind had ever come from the hand of a Tully man.

Listening to the distant chatter downstairs Cara sat up on her elbows. "He says that the family has dwindled down to just himself and a few cousins. He has no children of his own and doesn't want to waste any more time because of petty differences. We'll see how this luncheon goes this weekend and go from there." That was all they could do, wait and see. Eventually both women made their way downstairs and Cara could only bring herself to grab a cup of coffee with a heavy pour of vanilla creamer. Audrey on the other hand was ravenous with hunger, the nights activities renewing her vigor for food. Anxiety or not, she had to eat. Their time upstairs had given time for people to disperse and go about their duties. Only a few main members remained. Sipping her own coffee, Audrey looked through the kitchen window. Abel was talking to his father on the grass, shoulders tense his brows were furrowed. Whatever they were discussing he wasn't happy about. The pair made eye contact with one another and he motioned for her to join him outside. Setting down her cup of coffee she made the short journey outside. He was quick to to take her by the elbow gently guiding her to stand in front of him as his father walked back towards the house. "My father needs to follow a lead, they're going to look at the old industrial districts, the Lumber mill in town see if they can't find where Hank's hiding his little operation." Frowning herself, Audrey raised a brow. "Why do they think he's hiding in an the Lumber Yard of all places?" "Because that's where HE did…Samson…Hanks following a pattern even if only he sees it. The sooner we can find him and put him down the better." At the declaration of her half brothers impending death, Audrey was surprised to find she felt nothing. Hank was no one to her, just a mysterious figure that floated in and out of her life just as quickly as he had arrived. "I have to go with him Audrey. Alexander, his grandfather and Chib's will stay here with you and Cara. That should be more than enough while I'm gone." Nodding softly, Audrey bit her lower lip. "And my Dad, is he still here?" Abel paused his jaw ticking. "Yeah, he's here. He's cuffed to the sink in the guest bathroom downstairs. My mom checked on him before she left this morning, I'd rather you didn't go in there." Audrey was mildly impressed that Abel had told her where he was at all. She'd expected an answer, just not one as thorough as that. "Okay…when will you be back?" "Tonight, dinner maybe? I'll call Alexander beforehand, give him fair warning." Moving a step closer, Abel leaned in a made a rather bold display of kissing her. His arm wrapping around her slender waist he pulled her close against him. Startled Audrey felt herself melt into his embrace. Breathing heavily, Audrey felt herself smiling wide as he pulled back. "Abel Teller you just kissed me in front of everyone we know. Who do you think you are?" She teased. Smiling knowingly in return he kissed her again as if to prove his point. "Your man, thats who I think I am. Be a good girl and listen to Alexander. Nothing should go wrong, but if he says something you do it ya hear?" Smile fading slightly, Audrey understood the gravity of what he was telling her. Nodding she licked her lips. "I hear you, be safe." With that they parted and Audrey felt suddenly cut adrift as if a part of herself had walked away with him.

The morning passed by in a slow, lazy fashion. In an attempt to quell their anxiety, Cara and Audrey put themselves to work. Audrey took out the cleaning supplies from the downstairs closet and set to deep cleaning the cabin. It was steady labor and it helped to calm her nerves. The repetitive nature of scrubbing the bathrooms and kitchen counters setting her troubled mind at ease. Lower back aching, she leaned back in an attempt to stretch the sore muscles. Smiling with tired pride she admired her hard work. The last guest bathroom was sparkling clean and smelled of ocean breeze. Not a water spot or speck of grim to the seen. Gathering up her supplies and depositing them into her cleaning caddy Audrey heard the echo of groans. Glancing at her own reflection, a bottle of glass cleaner in her hand all of her hard won peace came tumbling down. There was only one bedroom she had not cleaned, and that was the one with a patched member posted in front of it. He sat in a kitchen chair arms crossed over his chest, an exhausted and grim expression. Hands struggling to hold her supplies she made to walk past him with her eyes glued to the wood floors. It was nothing against the man, Dex. He was polite but it was more to do with what lie beyond that door than anything else. Her wayward father, drowning in his mistakes. Dex perked up at the sight of Audrey and he was up and off the chair in one smooth motion. He was a few years younger than Abel, and had come up from some place down south a few years ago. Floating around the state before landing in Charming and finding the Club. Forced to meet his gaze, Audrey swallowed hard. Without a word Dex calmly took the broom and cleaning caddy from her tired arms. Flashing her a sympathetic stare. "You should let one of the Sweet butts do all that cleanin'." He said, his southern drawl whispering of life left behind. Audrey gave a helpless shrug as she trailed beside him walking to the storage closet. "I couldn't sit in the bedroom any minute longer, I was going crazy."

Dex set the supplies in the closet, placing them as best he could. "I git it, things are tense, wound tight roun' here." He drawled over his shoulder, "Still though, Boss man get real mad if he finds out you over doin it." Audrey couldn't hide the confusion on her face. "Boss man?" Dex returned her perplexed expression with one of amusement. "Yea, the Boss man. Abel." Oh, she thought. Of course. In her current state Audrey couldn't decide to be flattered or annoyed by Abel's meddling. On one hand it was sweet to have someone care, but it was something she was unaccustomed to. As if sensing her internal struggle Dex flashed a friendlier smile. "You ever notice the way the Prez looks at his Old Lady?" She gave a silent nod and Dex continued. "Thats the way the Boss Man has always looked at you. As if he takes his eye off you, you'll disappear." He said, chuckling softly. "It'll take gettin' used to, but you'll manage. Your a strong woman Miss Audrey…Don't matter none what your Daddy told you. It matters what you tell yourself." At the mention of her father, Audrey looked down at the floor, her eyes quick to find his again. "Is he okay…My father?" Sniffing loudly, Dex wiped a hand down his chin seeming to gather his thoughts on the matter. "He's rock bottom Honey, I won' lie. Alcohol withdrawn ain' pretty. Downright ugly and gruesome. Got one of the girls whose was a nurse in there with him. Keep him hooked up to an IV." With a heavy sigh, Audrey opened her mouth to speak and was surprised when Dex cut her off. "Don't bother askin Honey, even if the Boss Man hadn't told me I wouldn't let you in there myself. I know he's your Daddy but that man hadn' earned the right to see you…he don' deserve your forgiveness…yet." Licking her lips, Audrey gave the barest of nods. Wiping at her eye with her fingertips she watched Dex walk back to his post. Her heart and mind still at war.

Wiping the outside of her forearm across her cheek, Cara loaded the tray of mini pot pies in to the fridge. The counter was a organized assembly line of ingredients. She was used to helping her mother cook for the Club and it came easily to wrangle up a dinner menu. While Audrey had set about cleaning, Cara had known the men would come back starving. With all the prep work taken care of, she'd easily be able to just pop the savory pies in the oven before they returned. Whenever that may be. Cleaning up the counter she set about scrounging up some lunch. Her stomach rumbling loudly, her cheeks turned pink with embarrassment. Happy she was working alone there was no one to witness it. Scanning the remaining contents of the fridge, Cara paused in between pulling out items to jot down a list of groceries for someone to pick up. If they were staying longer the sorry selection in the fridge just wouldn't do. Even so, her uncles who spent a majority of their time here needed a proper selection. TV dinners and packaged sweets and instant coffee weren't going to cut it. It had been a miracle she'd been able to find anything for dinner at all. The only saving grace was her mother had brought a rotisserie chicken the night before and no one had found it yet. Washing her hands, she stared out the window. The weather was beautiful today. Sun streaming in through fluffy white clouds dotting the sky. If she finished soon, she could sneak down to the lake and take a swim. Making four large turkey sandwiches, she layered them with a nice layer of mayo. Stacking them with crisp lettuce and thick slices of tomato and cheese. Grabbing two plates, she stacked two sandwiches on top and grabbing two beers in her other hand she pushed the door to the porch open with her hip.

The ceiling fans on the over sized porch whirled slowly, circulating the the air as it contented with the breeze. Lying on his back, with his arm slung over his face was her 'uncle' Tigger. He was still wearing the same clothing from the night before. Faded black jeans, an oil stained white t-shirt and his black leather boots. Despite his age, he still had a full head of silver curly hair. The heavy rings on his fingers twinkling in the daylight as his chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm that spoke of sleep. His 12 gauge shotgun resting up against the Cabin near his head. The dark wood stock of the gun gleaming. A box of shells beside it. She'd once asked her father why her uncle never slept inside the cabin. He had never really given her a real answer but now she knew why. It was the same reason her 'Uncle' Chib's sat down by the docks. Because she wasn't there wandering inside those walls. The only ghosts haunting this land were the two men duty bound to its secrets, to the blood spilled on its soil. Standing beside the day bed she cleared her throat. "Uncle Tigger, I made lunch." After a few seconds his arm moved an inch and he stared at the young woman sitting on his bed. "Lunch?" Smiling Cara nodded, presenting him with the sandwich. Grumbling, Tig sat up slowly rubbing his eyes as he cursed under his breathe. Swinging his legs over the side of the bed he leaned forward with his head in hands as he attempted to gather his wits. Rubbing both palms across his face he gently took the plate from her. Setting in on his lap he appraised the meal graciously his blue eyes sparkling at the sight of the cold beer in her hand. "Thank you Doll, your a good girl." He said appreciatively. Returning his praise with a kind smile, leaned down and kissed his cheek. "Its no trouble. Figured I might as well make myself useful to pass the time…Is Uncle Chib's down at the dock I made him a sandwich to." At the mention of the other man, Tig scoffed. "Where else is that old Bastard? If you can, sit down there with him and make sure he eats the damn thing. Old man won't take anything from me but if its you I think he'll listen to reason." Rolling her eyes playfully, Cara nodded. "Okay I promise." As she gathered the second plate and sandwich Tig reached out and grabbed her wrist stopping her. "If he asks, you gave me a coke. I won't hear the fuckin' end of it if he finds out I had a beer this early. You'd think he was my goddamn wife the way way he nags me." He said exasperated earning a laugh from the young woman. "Alright, it'll be our secret Uncle Tig. If Audrey comes looking for me tell her I'll be right back." The old man nodded picking up his sandwich when he perked up. "Oh, don't let me forget Doll, I got some presents for you. It ain't much but I want you to have em." Nodding, Cara took the steps carefully, mindful of her cargo and headed down to the dock. Perhaps the afternoon would be nice after all.

An hour later Audrey was helping her make the pot pies for dinner the two women working well side by side as they always had. As Audrey made the kneaded the dough, she cast a few sidelong glances towards Cara who had been staring off through the window for the past two minutes straight. Utterly lost in thought. Absentmindedly she bit the inside of her lower lip, completely unaware that she was being watched and not just by the young woman beside her. Smiling faintly, Audrey leaned her shoulder into her friend. Nudging her gently out of her reverie. "Earth to Cara…" She said in a soft sing song tone. Cara felt her cheek flush with embarrassment. "I'm sorry, I don't know whats wrong with me I'm a million miles away today-" Her words trailed off, her eyes locked on the tall frame of the man who was leaning back against the counter, his muscled arms crossed over his chest as he regarded them silently. It sent a thrill of exhilaration through Cara as his eyes drank her in. Silent as a ghost he had crept inside the cabin undetected and taken up residence near the oven. With a small smile playing on her lips, Audrey set the final dough filled bowl along side the dozen or so pies waiting to be filled on the counter. Grabbing a damp dish towel she washed her floured covered hands, tossing the towel beside the sink. "I'm going to see if Tig needs anything outside, I might be awhile. Alex would you mind helping Cara finish prepping dinner?" Heart beginning to thump loudly in her ears, Cara found herself anxious to hear his reply and he did not disappoint. "I'd be happy to." He said, the deep tones of his voice stoking something low and deep inside her. Without another word Audrey made a hasty retreat outside and vanished around the side of the cabin. Leaving the two of them alone in the kitchen. Blessedly unsupervised. The idea both thrilled and frightened her. Alone with Alexander Lowman, what a sinful idea.

Always a mirrored younger version of his grandfather, Alexander wore a pair of dark jeans and a black t-shirt paired with his black leather boots. Though that was were the similarities began to end. The twinkle of thick heavy silver rings on his left hand catching the florescent lighting on the over sized kitchen. Straight black hair slicked back from his eyes it was obvious he'd just taken a shower, his hair still gleaming damp. He pushed back from the counter with a casual grace and in three quick steps was standing beside her at the sink. Taking his rings off one by one he set them on top of the window sill before washing his hands. Drying his hands he took her by surprise and came to stand directly beside the sides of their arms touching each other. Stiffening, Cara didn't dare turn to look over her shoulder. Wordlessly as if this was what he'd intended he began cutting the remaining carrots to toss in the mixing bowl. Glancing at their reflection in the window above the sink, Cara could see the carefree way he bowed his head. His broad shoulders relaxed as he cut and diced. There was no ignoring the heat of his bare arm touching hers, and mixed with the woodsy scent of his cologne she felt her stomach do somersaults. Risking a glance in his direction she watched his gorgeous mouth morph in to an amused smile. His eyes never leaving his task. "Alexander…" Her voice was barely above a whisper though she knew he could hear her perfectly fine. Hands deftly working, he spared her a glance of his own. "Yes Cara?" He asked politely. The knife scraping softly against the butcher block cutting board as he slid a portion of the pile into a bowl in the sink. She tried again, her voice stronger this time. "…I…Um." She stuttered, cursing under her breathe. Feeling like a star struck fool she felt her cheeks flush with heat. "I mean- Oh fuck." She sputtered, and in a nervous rush she made to leave the kitchen. She never made it past the kitchen island. With a sharp squeak Cara felt her back bump up against the edge of the kitchen counter as Alexander grabbed her by the upper arms and forced her back. Hands bracing on either side of her body, his knuckles blanched white as he gripped the counters edge. Breath coming out in rapid succession through her nostrils, Cara was acutely aware of his jean clad lower body pressed up against her stomach, his long arms caging her in. Stunned by his boldness, Cara found her palms pressed flat against his muscled chest. Struggling to swallow past the lump in her throat, she gave a mental whimper. It was unfair for one man to be so good looking.

The playful smirk grew, and Cara suddenly realized she must have said that last part aloud. Wishing the floor would swallow her whole she found herself looking up at him. The cat who caught the canary. He looked entirely to comfortable. Grasping her chin between forefinger and thumb he drew closer. "You think I'm good lookin'?" He whispered with that Cheshire cat smile, white teeth gleaming. Squeezing her thighs together in attempt to quell the desire inside herself Cara let out a soft mewl. He knew damn well what he was doing to her, and he didn't look the least bit sorry. Inhaling a shallow breathe she forgot her own embarrassment and surrendered in a matter of seconds as he captured her mouth in a slow searing kiss. Warmth spread from her lips down to the tips of her toes and Cara's small hands grasped a fabric of his shirt. Tip of his tongue explored the seam of her mouth and unable to deny him she parted her lips granting him entry. With a soft contented sigh Cara felt herself melting in his embrace. At the mercy of his hungry kisses. He gladly swallowed down her small contented noises. Fingers snaking into her hair, he gently cupped the side of her face in his right hand. The pad of his thumb stroking her jaw. All to soon he pulled away and she felt an instant loss at the absence of his kiss. Hand still cupping the side of her head he gently gripped a handful of hair and encouraged her to look up at him. Lips a dark pink from his affections, her cheeks also bore a rosy hue. "Was that your first kiss Cara?" He asked, though by his tone he knew damn well it was her first kiss. For some unknown reason he seemed intent on hearing her speak the words herself. As always, Cara had an impossible time denying him. "Yes." Eyes darkening with carnal satisfaction Alex leaned down kissing her on the lips once more. "Good." His expression softened and he regarded her carefully. "When dinners prepped, I want to take you somewhere. Show you something. Is that okay with you?" She was nodding before he'd even finished speaking and Cara caught herself. "Wait, I can't. Abel said we're on lockdown…Oh shit, if one of the guys walks in and sees us he's going to lose his mind. You have to go Alex…I-" Chuckling softly Alex shook his head clasping her face in his hands. "Easy, easy Sweetheart…No one's going to come storming in and don't you worry about Abel. I know I jumped the gun here but I couldn't fucking help myself. Nothings gone to plan since I got home, your Mama was supposed talk to you but with all of this bullshit going on it fell through the cracks. I was supposed to be at the Clubhouse on your birthday but that obviously didn't happen. " A spark of recognition lit up in Cara's face, her delicate mouth making a small 'O'. Her mother had mentioned a special surprise at the end of the evening but it had never materialized. Her disappointment that night felt insignificant now that she knew the truth. He'd been coming home that night. He'd been coming home to her.

Licking her lips, Cara was still missing a few pieces to the puzzle. "You mean to tell me, my brother and my dad know? That their okay with…with whatever this is?" He gave a soft nod, not wanting to overwhelm her. "I talked to them both a long time ago, Jax said I had his blessing but only if it was something that you wanted…Is this something you want Cara?" He watched her face expectantly. "I…I do. I'm just a little confused Alex. I haven't seen you in four years and you never…you never once wrote me back." Her voice was laced with hurt and he couldn't blame her. He hadn't, but it had been for a good reason. With a heavy sigh and against his own wishes put some distance between them. Guilt, foreign and strange touching the edge of his consciousness. She was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. The four years apart had been agonizing for him, but in that time apart Cara had grown and blossomed into a heavenly being. An angel among devils. Too innocent and pure for a man like himself. A monster. An outlaw more comfortable with a gun in his hand. Granted men like this were all that she knew, a part of him knew it was unfair. In another life she would have gone to her prom, probably lost her virginity to some asshole quarterback and inevitably married the asshole. Shackled to a boring and predictable life. Instead, Alexander had ensured nothing of the sort would transpire. It was no mistake that Cara had never been on a date, had never been kissed by another man, and if he had his way she never would. He would be the first and the last. "I read every one of your letters Cara. Every one of them. I was angry with myself, frustrated because I knew Id do it all again to protect your brother, to protect the Club. Its no mistake I'm standing here now…Hell I would've done it sooner but then I got arrested and everything I'd been planning for years went up in smoke." Watching his face carefully, Cara absorbed what he was telling her. "And what exactly have you been planning Alexander."

He smiled now, confident and knowing. "Don't you know by now? To make you mine."