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"Jax Teller, that's your brother?" She had a thick Irish accent.

"Yeah."

Maureen was nice enough to let me stay with her for a while. I was feeding Abel.

"I heard he's here."

My face went blank. He's here?

"How do you know?" I asked.

"I don't know, I heard some guys talking about it."

Jax is here.

"I need to find him."

"Woah," she said, "you can't go yet."

"I have to. He's dying to see Abel."

"Okay." She sighed.

"Can I trust you to watch him?"

She nodded. "Of course."

"Thank you." I handed him to her and I left.

I was walking down the street. I didn't know where I was going. Bikes caught my attention.

I walked toward it slowly and seen Juice walking out of the bar.

"Juice?" I asked quietly.

He looked up. He smiled real big.

"Oh my god." I ran into his arms.

He hugged me tight. He moved his head in front of mine. He hesitantly kissed me.

"I've tried to call you." He said.

"I have no idea where my phone is." I said.

"Where's Abel?"

"With Maureen Ashby. She's been helping me," I said, "where's Jax?"

"We split up to find you."

"Give me your phone. I need to talk to him."

He did as I said and handed me his phone. I dialed Jax.

"Did you find them?" Was his first words.

I smiled. "I found him, actually."

"Oh my god, Alli. I can't believe it," I could hear the smile on his voice, "please tell me Abel is with you."

"I went through hell to find him. Maureen Ashby has been helping me and she's watching him."

"Maureen Ashby?"

"Yeah."

"I'll meet you there."

I hung up and handed the phone back to Juice.

"We gotta go."

He handed me a helmet and I got on the back of his bike.

It took us less than 10 minutes to get there. I got off and Maureen was crying.

"What is it?" I asked.

"He's gone. My brother stole him." She cried.

Not again. I can't lose him again.

"This is all my fault." I said to myself.

Jax shook his head and Juice hugged me once again.

"It's not your fault," Jax said, "it's nobody's fault."

Clay looked at me. "Do you have any guns on you?"

I shook my head. "Before I passed out and went into the hospital, I hid them."

"You might want to get them to defend yourself."

I nodded and ran off to get them.

I hid them behind a dumpster beside a pub. The dumpster was closely to the wall, as I had left it.

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