The Sons and Lacey went back to the clubhouse, leaving the prospects to clean up the hotel room and to make sure to take care of any witnesses. Juice took a seat next to Lacey, put his arm around her possessively and pulled her towards him. The Sons crowded around their table, handing beers to the couple. "So…" Clay said taking a long swig of his beer. "Went a little off script there didn't ya sweetheart?" He asked Lacey, who rolled her eyes.

"Off script?" Juice asked, looking at Lacey, then at Clay, waiting for an explanation.

"Well… I think we can agree the original plan kind of went to shit." Lacey told him with a small laugh.

"Plan?" Juice asked, wondering if he'd suddenly gone mute and no one could hear him.

"Well, it's over now." Opie said with an exhausted sigh.

"I told you that it would work." Lacey said smugly, sticking her tongue out at her brother.

"Would someone tell me what the hell is going on?" Juice yelled, banging his fist on the table. The Sons looked at him, and Lacey looked at Clay, shocked.

"You didn't tell him?" She asked Clay.

"Didn't exactly have time to… Kozik either." Clay admitted.

"Well, plenty of time now, so tell me." Juice insisted, staring at Lacey.

"I don't suppose there's any way for me to blame this on Opie?" She asked him. Juice shook his head and Lacey took a breath,"Ok… well…"

Lacey stormed into the clubhouse, clutching her broken necklace and made a beeline to Clay. "Can I talk to you?" She asked him. Seeing the serious expression on her face, Clay motioned to the chapel and the two walked in, Opie and Tig trailing behind him.

"I can't talk to Clay alone?" Lacey asked the two stragglers, her annoyance written on her face.

"I just want to make sure you're not blaming some shit on me… again." Opie grumbled.

"I go where the prez goes." Tig responded.

"Yes, because I'm sure he needs protection from me, I am a certified killer." Lacey said sarcastically.

"You never know." Tig said with a smirk.

"Fine whatever." Lacey said, before dropping the necklace on the table. "He's been tracking me… with this." Opie immediately reached for the necklace, prepared to break it with his bare hands, but Lacey quickly snatched it up again. "I have an idea." She said ominously.

After sitting in silence for a second, Tig finally prodded her. "Well, what it is?"

Lacey took a breath, seriously considering backing out of the idea altogether. She steeled her nerves and told herself that this would work. "I think… I think we should let him take me."

"Have you lost your fucking mind?" Opie yelled immediately.

"Hear me out!" She yelled over Opie. Clay put a hand on Opie's shoulder, quieting him, before motioning for Lacey to continue. "I think we should let him take me, but wire me up first. I'll slip away, let him think he caught us in a weak moment, and you guys can wait. I'll talk about where we are and where we're going, and you can catch up so when we stop… you can catch him off guard… finally."

"You have lost your mind?" Opie told her. "There's no way… what if he just puts a bullet in you as soon as he sees you? What if he spots us following him and kills you then? There's no way you're putting yourself in that kind of danger."

"What other option is there, Opie? He's been five steps ahead of us this whole time! It's only a matter of time before he finds a way to get to me, at least this way you'll be ready for him."

Clay sat back in his chair, taking in Lacey's plan. Opie looked at Clay and Tig, his face distorted in anger and horror. "You can't possibly be considering this." He said in disbelief.

"She has a point." Clay argued. "I'm tired of this asshole hiding out like a damn rat, and catching us off guard, maybe it's time we put out some bait."

"My sister is not bait!" Opie bellowed.

"Opie! Please trust me!" Lacey begged him. "It'll be fine. I trust you to get there in time. I need you to trust me." She gave him a pleading look, tears in her eyes from her frustration.

"Dad will never agree to this." Opie reminded her. "And neither will Juice."

Lacey bit her lip, fidgeting with her hands nervously. "So maybe we don't tell them… until after he takes me."

Opie laughed humorlessly. "Yeah, that'll go over real well."

"There's no other way, you said it yourself, they wouldn't agree with it. So… you guys explain it when there's not enough time for them to get mad?" Lacey said nervously. She turned to Opie, "Opie… please, I'm ready for this to be over, and I'm ready for him to be gone."

Opie sighed, rubbing his forehead. "If shit goes south… what happens?"

Lacey looked at him, a steely expression on her face. "I'll do what I have to."

"We'll get you a wire tomorrow, tomorrow night we'll put Kozik on you, he's a heavy sleeper, won't even notice you leave." Tig mused.

"Tomorrow?" She asked, a little shocked. "That soon?"

"No time like the present." Clay told her. "Unless you're having second thoughts?"

"No… No." She said straightening up in her chair. "Let's do this."

Juice sat in shock, his mouth hanging open. "You knew about this?" He asked Piney.

"Not until there was nothing I could do about it." He grumbled back, taking a shot of tequila. "Trust me, I'm not thrilled about the little conspiracy either."

"We would've told you when it set into motion, but you took off like a bat out of hell." Jax told him.

"You should've told me sooner!" Juice insisted, jumping up and glaring at the people in front of him.

"You wouldn't have agreed to it." Lacey told him. "And in case you've forgotten, I'm pissed at you!"

"You're damn right I wouldn't have agreed to it! I don't care how pissed you are, I'm still not going to put you into danger!" Juice ranted, before storming out of the clubhouse.

Lacey rolled her eyes and sighed. "You knew he wasn't going to take this well." Opie told her gently.

"Why are you mad at him? Do I need to kill him?" Piney asked her.

"No, Dad, it's fine. I'll be right back." She said, getting up from the table and going outside, where Juice was pacing and taking deep drags off a joint. He looked up at her, and shook his head, laughing humorlessly.

"How could you not tell me?" He yelled at her.

"I'm sorry Juice! I didn't want you to worry!" She yelled back.

"Well, guess what, I'M WORRIED!" He screamed.

"I don't want to fight with you!"

"I don't want to fight with you either!"

"Then why are we still yelling?" She asked him.

"Because I'm pissed that the woman I love's life was at risk!" Juice admitted to her.

Lacey blinked before asking him in a normal tone, "You love me?"

He stopped pacing and gave her an 'are you kidding me' look. "Of course I love you."

She looked shyly at the ground before looking back up at him. "I love you too." She told him with a small smile.

He grinned in spite of himself, and pulled her into a deep kiss. "Don't ever do anything like that again." He murmured.

"I promise if anyone ever kidnaps me, then I escape, then he stalks me and we can't catch him… I'll let you in on the plan." Lacey said sarcastically.

"Lacey…" He said in an annoyed tone.

"I love you." She reminded him.

"That's not always going to work." He warned her.

"But it'll work for now?" She teased.

"Yeah." He conceded, kissing her again.

Clay, Opie and Piney watched the two kiss and make up and Clay nudged Piney. "You know this means you're going to have half retard grandkids, right?"

Piney glanced over at Opie, answering "Guess we need to start saving up for some helmets."