Seize Control

Clay and Tig sat at one end of the bar having a class of scotch while Piney nursed his bottle of tequila at the other end. Juice was sitting at one of the tables with his laptop and Jax was sitting at another table playing poker with Kozik and Happy. Chibs lay on one of the sofas, his feet propped up and his sunglasses over his eyes as he slept off last night's hangover. Everyone was relaxed, their latest deal with the Niners having gone smoothly the night before.

That was, until they heard the sirens.

They all looked around at each other as the sirens got closer and closer to the compound, eventually pulling up into the lot. They all walked outside and Gemma came out of the office as Unser jumped out of his cruiser and moved over to Clay as fast as his old body could carry him.

"What the fuck you doin', old man?"

The police chief was slightly out of breath but he wiped the sweat off his brow and turned to look at Gemma. "You heard from the girl lately?"

"No, she didn't come home last night. I figured she was staying with that friend of hers." Clay shot her a look, obviously unaware of any friend that Juliette would be staying with, but he let it go, since there was more important business to attend to.

Unser shook his head, looking distraught. "Shit, shit, shit."

"You wanna tell us what you're gettin' at?" Clay asked, placing his hands on his hips.

"Truck driver called in an abandoned black camaro on 104, just off 99 in Galt real early this morning."

Jax could already sense where this was going and the hair on the back of his neck began to stand straight up. "Clay, that's over halfway to Elk Grove."

"That ain't all, boys," Unser continued. "Galt PD went to check it out. Found that Ramsey kid on the ground next to the car with a bullet in the back of his skull."

"Jesus Christ," Tig groaned, rubbing the back of his neck. "Clay, this ain't good. Those dumb fuck Titans musta taken 'er!"

Gemma looked horrified at this realization, as did the Son standing behind Clay who still hadn't fully recovered from the bullet wound he had received from the Titans. Things were going to be very very bad if they had taken her.

Clay nodded, patting Unser on the back. "Thanks, old man. We'll take it from here."

"Don't do anything stupid, Clay. If she's alive, you don't want to risk it."

Clay waved him off and he got back into his car to leave the lot while the other men sprang into action. Jax and Juice were already running toward their bikes before Clay called them back. "We don't know where we're dealin' with yet, boys. Church."

"There ain't enough time for that, Clay!"

The President turned back to his stepson, giving him a hard look. "I'm just as worried about her as you are, but we gotta have a plan before we go blazin' into Elk Grove."

Jax and Juice exchanged looks but reluctantly followed everyone else into the clubhouse. Gemma grabbed fistfuls of her husband's shirt, her eyes wide and fearful. "Please find my baby," she begged him. Gemma wasn't usually one to lose her shit under any circumstances, so this was obviously huge for her.

"We're gonna find her," he assured her, before kissing her cheek and heading into the clubhouse for church.

Tensions were high as they all sat around the table. Juice was very close to losing it and Clay could tell just by looking at him. He had picked up on the intelligence officer's feelings for his stepdaughter, even when she herself hadn't. "Juice, find me something on the Titans. Clubhouses, warehouses, anything."

Juice didn't wait for church to be dismissed before he jumped out of his chair and headed for his laptop to search for any information he could find on where Juliette could possibly be.

He just hoped he could get something and get out of there so they could find her before it was too late.



The hard concrete floor she was lying on was cold. So cold that she could feel it slowly seeping into her bones. She took her time sitting up and leaned back against the gray cinder block wall, silently dreading their return.

It was always the same three. Two of them were prospects, the top rockers and center patches missing from the denim cuts they wore. They were both young and surprisingly handsome, but they were a pair of sick individuals. They didn't see the instructions from their President as just something they had to do; no, they thoroughly enjoyed every last second of it.

The third was a patched member, the bright yellow trident practically glowing off the back of his cut every time he left the room. After spending the last 36 hours locked in the cold room, most of the time with him, it was obvious to her that he was just a disgusting middle-aged man with a fetish for teenage girls.

They took turns coming in. It seemed to her as if it was just a revolving door; when one was finished, the next would come in and have his turn. Sometimes the two prospects came in together so they could joke and laugh. She wondered if they'd ever get tired of it and just leave her alone to die.

She was sure that her family had discovered she was missing by now. Surely, someone had seen Silas's body on the side of the road next to her abandoned car and had notified the authorities. The thought of him lying bleeding in the dirt brought a new wave of quiet sobs that shook her entire body. Tears steamed down her cheeks, burning when they reached the deep gash on the left side of her face. The sun was still shining through the crack at the top of the wall she was leaned back against, which meant that this was only the first full day of torture for her.

The door was a faded blue, with large flecks of paint missing all over. A door that would be burned in her memory forever from the amount of time she spent staring at it, waiting with dread for it to be thrown open.

Not much time passed by before it swung open for the hundredth time since she'd been shoved inside the room, revealing one of the prospects with a sickening smirk on his face. "Miss me, baby girl?"

He kicked the door shut behind him with his heavy black boot, unzipping his dirty jeans as he walked toward her. She didn't put up a fight anymore. The first few times she had, but that only earned her a busted lip, a black eye, and some extremely sore bruised ribs. It didn't do any good to fight. They were going to do it anyway.

She just prayed her family would find her soon.