#jax teller imagine

It was an odd day in Charming, as you organize the supplies in the dingy tattoo shop. It wasn’t the most appealing but the only place that would take a girl for a tattoo apprentice. Well more like have you to do all the slave labor. But you’d put up with it because you got to tattoo. Even if it was mostly the shitty tattoos no one else wanted to take.

“Hey Kid, got a piece for you.” You heard Happy voice echo. You quickly walked up front to meet the biker with a hug. You knew he was part of the sons and he worked at the tattoo shop sometimes.

“Whatcha got?” You asked smirking up at him crossing your arms. Today was very uneventful, two tramp stamps was as much action you got today.

“Not for me, prospect here wants some spice.” Happy joked as he pushed the younger biker in front of him. You haven’t seen him around before, you sure would have noticed him.

“I’m Juice.” He stuttered out. Juice thought he was about to pass out. Happy had dragged him here once he heard Juice wanted to get some more ink. But you just took away his breath.

“I’m Y/N, so what you got in mind” You asked giving him a smile as you leaned over the counter. Happy by now already made himself busy going through new photo books.

“I was thinking of something on the side on my head. I don’t know what.” He mumbled trying to explain the idea in his head without sounding like an idiot.

“You aways rock the mohawk?” You asked eyeing him up. He obviously stood out the with short shaving mohawk. It didn’t look like he had much ink, not that you could see since he was wearing clothes. You only noticed some lettering on his wrist and some Chinese letters in the inside of his bicep.

“Yeah.” Juice said running his hand over his head.

“Well we could do something on both sides? Do you want something in participial? or?” You asked grabbing the sketch book ready to come up with some ideas.

“Tribal?” He said still not really sure. You chuckled before coming up with a few different patterns. His brown eyes locked as he watched your ever move.

“Well we can copy it so it’s exactly them same on both sides.” You said handing him over a few different stencils.

“This one great.” He said smiling you nodded before going over making a perfect stencil.

“You can follow me.” You said nodding for him to follow you to an empty chair in the back. You stood over him, feeling in a daze as he smelled like after shave and weed.

Juice felt like he was holding his breath the whole time as you worked. He tried to close his eyes and not pay attention to your touch but he felt hypnotized. He thought it would be way worse getting a head tattoo but all his sense where distracted by you.

“You like?” You asked as you cleaned him off and giving him a mirror to check it out.

“Yeah thanks, better then my idea.” He said checking himself out in the mirror.

Years went by and Juice was always you favorite client. Even after you left the shop to open your dan tattoo shop, he made the drive no questions asked to see you.

It was late, you where closing up your shop. You didn’t expect Juice walking in hoodie over with slumped shoulders. He looked like a kicked puppy.

“Juice?” You asked coming closer to make sure it was him. You heart skipped in your your chest when his brown eyes met your.

“Sorry I should’ve called. I - uh- Don’t got no where to be. Just thought- If you. I got a piece in mind.” Juice mumbled over his words not sure what he really was doing out here at 11 pm. He was honest when he said he got no where else to be. The dark baggage of the club was weighing him down, he felt like he was suffocating and just needed to breath. And with you, here was the only place he could think of that would bring him peace of mind.

“What you got in mind babe?” You said giving him a smile. Most of the work on his body was yours. It didn’t take long for you to come up with the art from his ideas.

“Strip down.” You said as you set up your tattoo gun and work space. Juice nodded a slight pink blush filled his cheeks as he pulled his hoodie and t shirt off. He sat down in the leather work chair as you leaned over.

You did your best trying to focus on just the tattoo and not the toned biker inches from you. You where basically leaning over on him, leaning between his legs as you worked on the two skulls on either sides of his pecs.

This was the first peace Juice as felt all week. The pain from the tattoo felt numb, yet he felt relaxed. He was at ease he focused on you. He couldn’t help but watch you, as you bite your lip as you worked.

“There.” You said before patting his chest smiling down at him.

“Thank you, Sorry- I know its late.” Juice mumbled as he felt bad when he realized it was almost 3 am. But a part of him didn’t feel bad, he didn’t want to be alone.

“For you, anything.” You joked as you cleaned up your work area as you let Juice get up and put his clothes back on. But you didn’t really know how much Juice really needed to hear that.

“ah- Sorry.” You mumbled you as turned too fast running right into his chest. You didn’t notice how close he was to you.

“I- Uh” He mumbled as he stared down at you. He couldn’t help it when his body naturally closed the distance between you. His hands gripped your hips quickly as he leaned down crashing his lips against yours without any protest from you. Your own hands gripped on to his upper arms to pull him down closer to you.

“Can i- uh stay with you?” He asked desperation laced in his soft broken voice. You’ve never seen him like this before for the couple years you’ve known him. He was always a ray of sunshine, a goofy ball. Your hand slowly crept to hold his cheek, your thumb tracing his cheek bone right next to his eye. You missed seeing the crinkles when he smile so big.

“I have no where else.” Juice whispered out growing with anxiety with your silence. He felt so comfortable with you, almost at peace. The first time he felt at ease in a long while.

“Of course Juice” You said giving him a reassuring smile. You didn’t expect Juice to come here this late, you never expected him to need your comfort. But guess you need to expect the unexpected.

Wed, 09 Feb 2022 08:28:41

Juice Ortiz Imagine

Waking up the morning, you rushed to get out the house as soon as possible before he would wake up. You felt like work was your escape. You just really hoped he wouldn’t be at your house once you got back home. You didn’t want to talk about last night. But guess Juice got the message, he didn’t come back. That was it.

You packed up all the things he had at your house, all the pictures you had with him, all the memories form the last 5 years. You couldn’t even find the guts to text him, you just dropped off the box at the clubhouse with Chucky.

Juice came back from a run beaten and bruised. Not one word from you all week. He never been in a serious relationship with anyone before you. Was this it for you guys? He wasn’t sure if it was a break up or not. Maybe another fight. He just wasn’t sure what he should do or allowed to do at this point.

Once he was back in his dorm he found a large box. It was filled with everything. All his clothes from your house. All the presents he’s ever gotten you. Even all the photos. That’s all it took to piss him off before he found himself storming to your front door.

“What?” You asked crossing your arms over your chest looking at Juice. You really weren’t expecting him to show up at your house. You haven’t heard from him since that night, now why would he need to say anything.

“What the fuck is up with the box?” Juice asked as you see the anger in his brown eyes.

“Your things. You told me to go find someone else life to make miserable. Sorry for bothering for the past 5 years.” You sassed knowing it was only going to make this situation a lot worse. Neither of you whiling to be the bigger person.

“Just because I don’t want to get fucken married?” He argued back.

“No it’s about you stringing me along for 5 years. You knew what I wanted and you just played me! Like what else we’re stuck. How is this relationship suppose to move forward when you aren’t making any steps to make a life with me!” You yelled back at him. You never ever fought like this before.

“ I didn’t-” Juice started to say but he really didn’t know what to say anymore.

“Bye Juice.” You mumbled rolling your eyes and closing the door in his face. Was this really it for you two? Did you really want to end it, 5 years for nothing.

It was hard without Juice. It was hard to figure out a routine on your own. Most of your time you spent working, or at the gym. Nothing from Juice. A week turned into a month, a month turned into a few months. Now everything felt numb almost like Juice never was in your life in the first place.

And you actually met someone. You weren’t out looking for someone, going on a date seemed far form reach. You told him all the shit but it seemed like you both where in the same boat of a failed relationship. and it was going good, he seemed more serious about you.

You where completely surprised when at dinner for he proposed. You thought about this moment with Juice, how it never happened. How numb you ended up being towards the idea it’d never happen.

The ring was huge, it was beautiful. He even was looking for a house to buy to get settled before getting married. All he wanted was for you to focus on choosing a date and planning a wedding. And that was the hardest part for you.

Everything you tried to plan you’d end up thinking about Juice. You always thought it’d be him. You couldn’t keep living in a fantasy about him. That’s how you found yourself at home, magazines spread across the floor. You ripped some picture out for ideas. Other your printed out hoping to find something similar. You where even sure what you liked anymore.

The door bell rang knocking you out of all your thoughts. You weren’t expecting your fiance back for another few days from his business trip. You opened the door only to have your heart stop.

“What are you doing here Juice?” You asked looking at the man who became a stranger. He looked just the same as that night. Nothing really changed about him these past months. He still had his silly mohawk, still has the Kutte.

“I- uh How are you?” He asked his brown eyes scanning me. As if they where searching for something, almost pleading.

“I’m okay. You?” You asked crossing your arms. This shouldn’t feel like this. It shouldn’t feel like a tone of bricks on your chest. You shouldn’t have your heart beating so hard at just the sight of him.

“Looks like your more then just fine Y/N.” Juice said his eyes locked on the diamond ring on your finger.

“Yeah I am.” You said not sure what to say. You weren’t even sure why this felt so wrong.

“It’s only been 7 months.” Juice said with a sigh. He wasn’t sure why he was even here anymore. He came to check on you, see how everything was. He was miserable without you. He never thought he’d show up and your happy, you’ve moved on from him so fast. Did you ever love him?

“What are you doing here?” You asked him. You felt like you where going to burst into tears but you weren’t sure form what.

“How’d you move on so fast?” He asked not being able to control his own emotions at this point.

“I di- I wasn’t planing to. It just happened with him.” You whispered not sure how to explain it. Maybe you haven’t moved on from Juice, the emotions, the strong feels you had for him couldn’t just go away. But you got better at pushing them to the side. You and Juice had so much history it was hard to just move on.

“Do you love him?” Juice asked, he knew he didn’t really want to know the answer to that.

“He makes me happy.” Was all that you could say. You couldn’t admit you loved another man to the man you’ve loved desperately for years.

“Why are you going to marry him if you don’t love him?” He asked his voice slightly raising. There was a fire behind his warm brown eyes that you haven’t seen in such a long time.

“It’s not about that. We’re both on the same page, we want the same things. He makes me feel safe and loved.” You said trying to explain it.

“That’s it?” Juice asked was plea and desperation in his voice. You have never heard him so broken before.

“That’s it.” You said as he shook his head mumbling things under his breath. And just like that he was gone. All you could hear was the harley roaring down the street. part of you begged for him to stay but another part of you knew he couldn’t.

Wed, 26 Jan 2022 08:22:22

Juice Ortiz Imagine

pt 2

Being with Juice was always a roller coaster, since the first day you met him. You should’ve seen the red flags before you spiraled into a relationship with the biker. So young and so stupid. It wasn’t like you had much of a choice.

It’s been 5 long years. You loved him more then anything but you felt like your relationship was stuck. Maybe you both got to comfortable with how everything is and now it’s just stuck.

Juice wasn’t perfect. He had his flaws but so did you. He never had a steady income, well the weed dispensary was kind of steady if he wasn’t spending all his money there. Juice always put the club first no matter what, at first you loved his loyalty to his brothers but now you almost seemed to resent that you’d never come first.

The longer time past the more it all started to bother you. You thought he’d change, you thought things would change and that both of you could have a real future together. Or at least be living together instead of him crashing at your place ever now and then.

Back before you met him you had a plan. You where going to finish college, get a head start in your career. Then find someone who’d you want to marry and start a life with, a family. But then Juice got thrown in your path.

You did finish school, and got a decent job. Now all you did was wait for Juice but didn’t seem like he was one the same page as you where. Anytime you tried to bring it up he’d make excuses.

Today was like any other day. You haven’t heard much from him, haven’t seen him all week since he was busy with club shit. He promised you that he’d be over, you should’ve know he wasn’t going to be here to actual have time to go on a date. He’d probably show up in the middle of the night.

You gave up hope around 1 am before deciding to go to bed. It was probably closer to 4 am when you heard Juice harley pull up. He had a key, he made his way in. He made his way into your bedroom, stripping to his boxers before dropping in the bed next to you. His large arms went around you pulling your body to his. You wanted to enjoy this but it wasn’t the same anymore.

“Where have you been?” You asked sighing as you felt him place a few kisses across my shoulder.

“At the clubhouse.” Juice mumbled into you shoulder. You could smell the whiskey and beer off his breath.

“What where you doing out there till 4am?” You asked turning around in his arms to face him.

“God Y/N I don’t need you nagging at me right now. I’m pissed drunk and tried.” Juice groaned back. He hated that you always had to say something.

“Juice I’m fucken tried of you showing up at all hours of the night drunk.” You said looking at him. You knew the fights was going to happen, it was the same fight always.

“I’m not doing anythin’. God you don’t trust me at all.” He mumbled laying on his back so he wasn’t facing you anymore.

“That’s not the point. Is this ever going to change? Is it ever going to be any different?” You asked him frowning. It wasn’t like you wanted to have this fight with him either at 4am.

“Like what?” he asked running his hands across his face.

“I don’t know when are you going to grow up? Don’t you want to get married , have a family? or at the least live together?” You asked finally letting all out on him. He knew you wanted all that, you’ve been told him what you wanted. He just always had some excuse.

“Y/N I’m still figure things out godamn.” He mumbled not being able to look at you.

“for how long? Another 5 years?” maybe 10 years?” You asked frustrated. You loved him more then anything.

“I don’t know! go find someone else’s life to make miserable then.” Juice mumbled before turning over away from you.

“If you don’t know now, then you’ll never fucken know.” You mumbled turning away from him. You couldn’t say another word to him. You cried in silence as he snored next to you in bed.

You never imagine this is how it would end. You never thought you’d ever end. Starting over with someone else felt like a foreign concept. You never thought you where making him miserable. Why was it so hard to separate love and being logical.

Fri, 21 Jan 2022 15:23:52

Juice Ortiz Imagine

Pt1

It’s been a week or so after the lockdown and the the shit with Zebelle. Gemma is on the run for the “committed murder”. My work load got a little crazier with Gemma hiding out.

And I might have been avoiding Juice since the lockdown in his room. Not that it wasn’t hard everyone was too busy. The sons weren’t even working at the shop, they had too much to take care of.

A part of my craved to be with Juice, the way my body reacted to his. But I couldn’t even look at him from across the room. I felt like I was hiding out in my office.

I slowly peaked out making my way to Gemmas front office to get another cup of coffee. No one seemed to be around.

“Are you taunting me Y/n?” I heard Juice say. I gulped turning around seeing Juice looking at my ass. I didn’t wear the skirt of purpose, it wasn’t even that short.

“There’s nothing taunting about a pencil skirt and a sweater.” I said before adding creamer and sugar to my coffee. I could feel his eyes one me.

“Have you been purposely avoiding me?” He asked with a more serious look. I never seen him this serious before. He’s always just goofy and teasing.

“No.” I said before sliding past him and making my way to my office. He didn’t follow me.

About ten minutes later Juice came into my office with a determine look. He was wearing all back, probably came back from a run, that’s why I haven’t seen him all week.

“Ae we not gonna talk about what happened?” Juice asked as he paced back and forth.

“What about it Juice?” I asked slipping my coffee watching him unravel in front of me.

“Well why aren’t you talking to me? Was it bad? Did you regret it? Shit I probably should’ve took you on a date first.” Juice mumbled more to himself then actually talking to me. He was a nervous mess.

“Calm down, you didn’t do anything wrong.” I said sighing rubbing my eyes.

“Then why aren’t you talking to me?” He asked his warm brown eyes bore into my own.

“What do you want me to say?” I asked not sure where this conversation was going.

“Do you want to do it again?” Juice said looking at you with his big eyes.

“I - I don’t know. I Juice.” I mumbled trying to find the right words.

“I really like you, like completely fucked.” Juice admitted making me smile. I never thought it was more then teasing.

“I like you too.” I told him making his whole mode change within a second. He pushed himself over my desk, his hands resting as he leaned towards me.

“How about I take you on a date then first before I have my way with you in bed… again.” He said his slightly cocky self back again.

“Better be a really good date, I have high exceptions.” I teased happy that all the tension in the room left.

“I’ll pick you up at 7.” He said before leaning over placing a soft kiss to my lips and disappearing back to the shop.

Tue, 18 Jan 2022 10:01:08

Juice Ortiz Imagine

The whole shop felt out of sorts, the Club had to many issues with Zobelle and the league. I could tell how on edge everyone was, almost like walking around on eggshell.

With all the issues the guys haven’t really had time fo gun runs or jobs. Which only made My job easier, no writing off loads of money from no where. It was like I actually was a real account.

I walked through the almost empty club house, it was too early for anyone to be up. The shop didn’t open for another hour either. I slipped through the shop going into my office.

“Your here early.” A voice called out making me groan.

“And I thought I’d be able to get some work done with peace and quiet.” I sassed back turning around to see Juice.

“What are you doing here so early?” I asked him as I looked at him. It was weird to see him without his uniform or kutte. He was in some black basketball shirts and a wife beater tank top that hugged on to his very well sculpted torso.

“Well if your done checking me out, I was up for my morning run.” He said giving me that smirk I hated.

“I’m not, get out my office.” I said before going back to the computer. He just laughed as he made his way out. Why was he always so irritating.

“Fuck.” I groaned through trying to click anything on the screen that froze. Not even control alt delete was working. I wasn’t the worst with technology but with these old computers.

“Clay I need a new computer I can’t get work done, it just freezes any program I run.” I said complaining over the phone.

“I’ll send Juicy over to look at it.” Clay said making me groan.

“no that’s not the problem.” I groaned hanging up the phone. And just on command there was a knock on my door. Juice made his way in sitting in the empty chair.

“Get out Juice.” I said not wanting to deal with him right now. I had so much work to do but the old ass computer did nothing but slow me down.

“thought you needed my help?” He said with his cocky smile as his brown eyes where locked on mine.

“Nothing gonna help this old computer.” I said rolling my eyes.

“You want me to take a look at it?” Juice asked still watching me. I was doing my best trying not to look down at his large arms that where folded over his chest.

“What do you want me to beg?” I asked crossing my arms copying him.

“Well Y/N don’t talk dirty to me now.” Juice joked as he got up walking around the desk standing behind me. He didn’t even give me a chance to move before he leaned over looking at the frozen screen.

“Now why do you have 20 different excel programs running at the same time?” Juice asked his breath hitting my cheek. He was way too close, not caring about personal space.

“Maybe if this thing wasn’t a million years old I could.” I mumbled watching him work. Why was it turning me on as he easily ran a few codes. I couldn’t help myself but watch him as he leaned over me.

“There, everything is updated. Guess you owe me one.” Juice said smirking down at me.

“Get back to work Juice.” I said pushing his arm off my chair.

“I’ll take a nice diner at a steak house as payment.” He said giving me one last smirk before leaving my office. The rest of the day kind of went by without any other appearances form Juice, or any of the sons. Just as I was packing up your things Jax came in my office closing the door.

“What going on jax?” I asked seeing a slight panic in his features.

“We’re locking down. Your going to have to stay at the club house.” Jax said giving you a stern look.

“I’m going home, I’m tried. I’m sure whatever it is, I’ll be fine. I just work here.” I said making my way past him.

“Y/N, your a friend. We need to keep you safe.” Jax said as he held on to my forearm not letting me go.

“I’m not staying here.” I said but Jax just rolled his eyes.

“Yes you are, I’ll send someone with you to get get your things.” Jax said nodding to Juice.

“Just great.” I mumbled walking to my car as Juice ran after me.

“I’ll follow you on my bike.” Juice said giving me a look. I didn’t say anything but got in my car and made my way back home.

“How long do you think the lock down gonna be?” I asked as I walked in my house.

“Not sure, maybe a couple days.” Juice said following me in. He was looking around the small house, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about him being in here. I could feel Juice’s eyes on me the whole time while I packed my clothes.

“Just pack a backpack, we’re taking my bike back.” Juice said as he leaned against the door way of my bedroom. This felt too personal to have him here at my house.

“Let’s go then.” I stated following him back outside making sure all my doors where locked up.

“Here.” Juice said handing me the helmet. I slowly put it on getting on the bike behind him.

“Better hold you.” Juice said smirking. I huffed wrapping my arms around his torso loosely.

“Are you kidding me?” I asked climbing off the bike once we got back to the clubhouse. There where so many people here, did they really except me to stay here.

“You can have your pick any of the dorms, we wont mind.” Jax said hoping to calm me down just a little.

“Or I could sleep in my office probably cleaner then any of your dorms.” I huffed walking past him. I walked through the hall way looking in a few of the dorms. I wasn’t too sure who’s was who’s. Not like I was up here ever. Finally I stumbled into a dorm that was extremely clean. Maybe no one the guys lived in this one. There where a few computers set up, not a sept of dusk. the bed was made perfectly and there was no clothes laying around on the floor.

Mon, 10 Jan 2022 09:04:17

Juice Ortiz Imagine

pt 2

Working for a outlaw biker gang wasn’t really my plan. Not that I really had a plan as of now. I went to school and finished a bachelors in accounting. And honestly in the middle of damn no where California there wasn’t much options for a career.

Everyone knew who the Sons of Anarchy where. Someone to blind to see if more then just a auto shop or bike club. Some not enough to care that it’s more then a gang. And Others paid to not see it as anything else.

I was a friend of SAMCRO. Or more of I was on their payroll. For the last year I’ve been at the Teller Morrow Auto shop cleaning their books. Or making sure that the IRS or any government agent weren’t ever gonna tell it was more then just a auto shop.

I never knew all the details that the club was getting into but I didn’t know the millions in cash I had to right write off and make legit.

“Good morning sunshine.” Clay said as he walked into my office. It was his idea to hire me and his idea to get me my own office here. He was friends with my dad before he split. No one really knows where he is now.

“Clay you need at least 12 cars in repair this week to get the books balanced.” I told him crossing my arms. They’ve been doing too many other job and I had no where to filter the money through.

“Don’t worry, the guys are on it.” He said as he placed an ice coffee on my desk. I smirked taking the peace offering knowing there’s still something else he was holding back.

“There’s another job the lads are doing tonight. The pay out is 500,000 each.” He said and I groaned.

“I can’t cycle that cash! That’s way too much for an auto shop.” I groaned banging my head against the desk.

“Your the best that’s why I have you.” He said before making his way out the office. No mechanic makes doesn’t even make that much in a year. God the IRS is going to take away my CPA.

“Here’s the sales tickets from yesterday.” A certain Puerto Rican said as he barged into my office.

“From yesterday?! Really Juice why are you the only one that’s always late?” I asked talking the crumbled papers from him.

“Yeah yeah don’t start with me, I’ve had a long night.” He said as he sunk into the chair in front of my desk. This is what we did. We bickered and argued and yet in a weird way craved each other’s attentions. It was like we couldn’t stop bothering each other.

“Something you need? Or you in here hiding in here to slack?” I asked him crossing my arms.

“You can ever just relax?” He asked smirking. His brown eyes had this certain twinkle in them.

“Not my job not to relax.” I rolled my eyes going back to my paperwork. I could feel his eyes on me for a few moments before he got up and left my office.

Juice POV

(Y/n) always seemed out of it. Well more then the rest of us. I would be lying if I said I didn’t want her attention. It’s been a whole year since she’s been here. She kind of stayed out of club business just running the show backstage. Well more like running the money.

I don’t think anyone understood how much she did. She was the smartest person here probably. I may have had some stupid crush on her and still do. Not there was a real chance of anything between us.

“Who the hell took my yogurt!” A loud yelled rang through the shop. I knew exactly who it was, and damn Y/N had the most annoying scream.

“Your in deep shit.” Half sacked said eyeing the coconut yogurt I just finished.

“Juan Carlos!” Y/N said in a stern voice as she walked right up to my bay. God she was so cute even with her face all red.

“That was my lunch.” She whined crossing here arms over her chest. If looks could kill I’d already drop dead.

“You know coconut my favorite.” I said giving her a grin.

“You asshole you knew it was mine, why’d you take it.” Y/N groaned smacking my chest.

“I was hungry, I didn’t know it was yours.” I said smirking down at her, she was fuming. I think I could see smoke blowing out her ears.

“Who the hell else is eating coconut yogurt here? Happy? I don’t think so” Y/N sassed only making me laugh more.

“This isn’t funny.” She whined her eyebrows frowned and her bottom lips pouting out just a little bit.

“Your cute, now get these parts ordered.” I said patting her head handing over a purchase order form that I just filled out.

“I can’t stand you Ortiz.” She grumbled snatching the papers out my hand before stomping off back to her office.

“Grow up Juicy, that is not how you flirt with a women.” Tig chimed in only making me roll my eyes before throwing a oiled up rag at him.

Y/N POV

The rest of the day seemed to drag on as I worked through the file of paper work. Just as I thought I was ready to clock out I heard my office door open and a certain tattooed biker grinning down at me. He didn’t have his TM mechanic uniform on anymore, just a simple black t shirt and his cargo pants. Why’d he have to look so good in just a t shirt.

“What do you want now?” I asked as Juice slipped into my office, his arms behind his back.

“I have my work orders for today.” He said bringing out the papers and placing them on my desk.

“Oh wow on time?” I asked surprised as I got up gathering my things from behind the desk.

“I’ll see you tmr boss.” Juice yelled out before hurrying out of my office. I turned around seeing he was already gone and a smoothie on my desk. I slowly picked it up confused, was he trying off me? There was a small yellow sticky note on the side

SORRY! LOVE JUICE

That man had some nerve.

Fri, 07 Jan 2022 07:45:29

Juice Ortiz Imagine

pt 1

Juice found himself excited when the first of the month came around again. He only got to see you twice a month. It’s ben a few months of the sons dealing the the Russian mafia. And no one was complains as the cash was coming in faster then they where able to spend it.

He felt a little stupid as he checked his reflection once again. He was meeting you at the ship yard, he had your half of the profits in a few suit cases like always. But you where never late. It was the same thing each time the 1st and 15th of the month at 2 pm. You where always already there waiting for them.

“Ah Juice!” Sergey yelled over to the biker.

“Where’s Y/N?” Juice asked looking around with no sign of you at all. He hated how you felt a dread in his heart at the thought of not seeing you.

“ты скучал по мне? (You missed me)?” You asked coming up smiling at the tattooed Puerto rican in front of you. Juice gulped when he saw you, he still wasn’t used to seeing you all dressed up all the time. When you where staying with him you just had on a samcro hoodie or t shirt with sweat pants.

But now every time he saw you to drop off the money you where always dolled up. You looked a lot different from when he got you from the Irish. All the bruises and cuts where healed up, you almost had a glow to you.

You looked perfect almost like a barbie doll. You had on a simple gray plaid pencil skirt that was a little on the shorter side around your curves. A black turtle neck was tucked in as you wore a larger blazer. And those damn red bottom heels seemed to be your favorite.

Juice felt all the air in his lungs gone as his eyes traced your long legs , how you almost floated in the heels. He didn’t understand how you where comfortable and how easily you made your way around in them. Every time you meet him for the exchange your in some sort of high end luxury clothes, everything looked perfect on you.

“Your looking great.” Juice said smiling over at you as you held on to his fore arm leaning closer placing a kiss on each of his cheeks.

“Спасибо милый (Thank you love)” You said smiling up at him.

“You know I have no idea what your saying” You said looking at you like a lost puppy.

“I know.” You said giving him another smile.

“Well this is for you.” Juice said handing over the book bag that was filled with cash form the last gun runs.

“Yuri.” You called as the large body guard walked over taking the bag.

“Are you staying in town long?” Juice let slip out worried that you’d already be heading out.

“I could be.” You said giving him a flirty smile. God it only took him 5 months to finally say something. You where thinking that maybe all the flirting was one sided.

“Do you want to grab dinner?” He asked with a slight pink blush over his cheeks.

“Thought you’d never ask.” You said smirking grabbing on his his arm letting him lead you away.

“How do you feel about taco?” He asked giving you that smile again. You smiled nodding before getting on the bike with him.

Soon he pulled up in San Francisco right at the park to over look the Golden gate bridge. The sun was just setting making the sky a panting of pinks and orange.

Juice ordered two boxes of Tacos from the food truck before walking over to you. He couldn’t stop watching you as you leaned over the railer looking awh struck.

“Here you go.” He said before jumping over sitting down. He followed him sitting right beside him, your side pressed against his.

“These are so good.” You mumbled enjoying the spicy tacos.

“I come here a lot when I need to get away from Charming for a little.” Juice said smiling.

“Sometimes I wish I could just ran away form everyone too. But then I realize I’m in charge and there’s no where I could run.” You told him sighing as you rested against him. This felt like you where a normal couple on a normal date. Not a biker and the leader of the mafia.

“Have you ever thought about what it’d be like if you grew up in a normal family… away from all this?” You asked looking up at Juice to see he was already looking down at you.

“Sometime but I think I’d end up here either way. Plus we wouldn’t have met if we where both normal outstanding citizens.” Juice said as his hand rested on your thigh.

“I don’t think I know how to be normal.” You told him honestly. Your life has always been business deals, gangs and gun supplies. You never even knew what normal would be.

“Good thing I don’t either.” Juice said making you laugh. He slowly leaned down his eyes never leaving your. You rolled your eyes before pushing your lips against his enjoying the warmth and comfort you got form him.

Maybe it was faith when two twisted paths come together.

Wed, 05 Jan 2022 14:17:58

Juice Ortiz Imagine

You heart was beating so fast as you followed Juice back to the dorms. You thought after Clay made that deal he’d let you go from the cuffs but guess not. Guess there a lot of bad blood with them and the Irish.

Now it was your turn to stand by the shower as Juice quickly undressed. You smirked not averting your eyes form the beefy biker. Juice felt himself blushed when he noticed your eyes scanning over him.

He slipped in the shower turning the water the coldest it would get. What’s wrong with him, thinking about you like that. Who knows who you really are. You could be lying about everything and this all could be a set up. He should be on high alert but being around you made all his sense a fumbled mess.

The water stop and Juice climbed out the shower with the towel wrapped lowly around his waist. Your (y/e/c) still watching his ever move.

“You going to turn around?” Juice asked you unsure of what to do, and one hand short with you cuffed to him wasn’t helping.

“No thank you.” You said biting your lip as you watched his arms flex as he tried his best to get dressed. He was very tempting to you. His arms where so thick. His hands so large. The rings on his knuckles. It was like everything about this man was turning you on in a new way you never knew of.

Juice was prepared for anything. He was fine running guns, even drugs. He was fine dealing with the dirty work or the dirty clean ups. But this, being in his room hand cuffed to the most beautiful women he’s ever seen. This he wasn’t prepared for. Don’t get him wrong, he’s happy its him rather then Tig or another one of his brothers. But hand cuffed really?

“I’m not sure how to do this?” Juice asked as he started at the bed.

“Just pretend I’m not even here Juice.” You said looking at him as you climbed into his bed. You needed some rest, you missed a bed for weeks now.

“That’s a little hard to do.” Juice mumbled to himself as he followed you in the bed laying as far away form you as possible. He tried to control himself but you saying his name was echoing in his head with your sweet soft voice.

“What is a little hard?” You teased turning to face him in the bed. You can see the effect you had over him and you loved it.

“Y/N don’t.” Juice said his eyes where closed tightly.

“How long have you been with the club?” You asked hoping to get a little more information about this man.

“A while, maybe 6 years.” He said still not daring to look over at you. Him might lose all his self control if he did. You just laid on your side holding up your head looking over him.

“Why’d you join a MC?” You asked. Juice didn’t look like the typically biker to you.

“Was running from shit from home, kind of ran right into the arms of samcro.” Juice said not sure how he even got involved this deep.

“How’d you get to be the head of the Russian mafia?” He asked finally having the courage to look over at you.

“Born into it? My Uncle kind of built it from ground up, but didn’t want to deal with outsiders. I ended up stepping up once he got too old.” You said leaving out a few pieces of information.

“Why are you really making a deal with the Sons?” Juice asked knowing you where still holding back from him.

“I don’t trust the Irish anymore. I have no other choice, and I have to move the guns.” You said as your raised your hand making his hand fall forward to remind him that your where locked on his wrist.

“Yeah, Right.” Juice said as he nodded his head. You just rolled your eyes laughing before turning over to the other side bring his arm with you.

“Why are you so scared to touch me Juice? I’m not going to burn you.” You joked as his arms just rested over you, you cold feel all his muscle tense.

Juice could barley breath so sleep was out the question. He knew you had fallen asleep pretty fast. He could hear your soft breathing from the side. He didn’t want to move and wake you as you held on to his arm. Hr was really fucked.

The next week fell into a routine as you where still hand cuffed to Juice. You where literally stuck on his side all day every day. It was good in site as you watched and learned how the sons operated.

“Have you ever been on a bike?” Juice asked as placed his helmet on you.

“Absolutely not.” You grumbled as Juice helped you on his bike. Today you finally got to see your cousin and make the deal. You where desperate to get back home, desperate to get back your freedom. A part of you whined to stay with Juice.

“Just hold on tight.” He said as he sat on the bike. You moved your self closer resting your whole body against him. Your arms where wrapped around him gripping tightly.

“This is more awful then I thought.” You whispered in his ear your face pressed into his back. Juice just chuckled knowing how dramatic you where at times.

It was only a few hour ride before the Sons pulled up to a ship yard. You didn’t exactly know where the shipment was, you didn’t do the dirty work. There where a few black Merceds Benz SUV parked in the far loading docks.

“Juice watch her every move. You do anything stupid we’ll just shot you.” Jax said giving you a stern look that you only rolled your eyes to.

“Y/N!” You heard a very comforting voice.

“Sergey.” You stated as you where about to step forward Juice held on to your elbow keeping you back.

“что это? (what is this)” He asked not likely how the bikers surrounded you.

“ничего(nothing). Ирландцы взяли меня (The Irish took me).
Они меня вытащили (They got me out).” You told your cousin watching carefully. There where a few snipers around watching every move made.

“и что? (and what)?” Sergey said with a displeased looked. He was like a big brother to you, he raised and protected you.

“Не делай ничего глупого. (don’t do anything stupid).” You said rolling your eyes.

“English please?” Jax said giving you a look.

“Sergey these are the Sons of anarchy, The Irish sold to them. I made them a deal, they can have the direct cut to the guns to sell on the west coast.” you told him knowing you didn’t have to explain yourself.

“But the Irish?” He asked confused why you where making deals with an MC.

“We don’t deal with them anymore. Show them the guns.” You said as Sergey nodded. He lead the group over the a huge shipping container. You watched form the side as Clay and Jax checked all the guns and ammo.

“What’s the split?” Clay asked nodding. There was no way they’d ever get their hands on these kinds of guns from the Irish. It would cost them more then they’d be able to flip on the streets.

“50-50 split. Like I said on the 1st and 15th every month you pick up the guns and drop off my share of the money. You can take these with good faith, but I expect Juice here on the 1st with my half.” You stated. crossing your arms getting tried of being treated as if you weren’t the boss.

“Sounds like a start of a beautiful friendship.” Clay said with a smiled as he held out his hands. You took it shaking it giving him a stern look.

“I will only deal with Juice, if you send anyone else. They will be killed. Sergey get them a truck to take the guns back.” You said wanting to hurry this up.

“Of course darlin.” Jax said smiling as he sent Juice a wink.

“I will see you in 2 weeks. не скучай по мне (don’t miss me too much” You said as you patted Juice hard chest before walking away from him.

“Okay whatever that means.” Juice called back watching you as you walked away.

“Well man your fucked.” Tig said patting Juices shoulder.

“What?” He asked still not being able to look away from you back side as you climbed into a private jet.

“She’s gonna eat you up and spit you out. That’s what Russians do.” Tig said only making Juice roll his eyes. He was already fucked when all he wanted was you, all he thought about was you. And now he was watching you leave to god knows where. How the fuck did he end you catching feeling towards you. He knew better you where some hire to the Russian Mafia.

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Mon, 27 Dec 2021 09:31:43

Juice Ortiz Imagine

It was almost a full year since Juice found out he was a dad. There was a lot of difficulties to work through as you and Juice became co parents. It took you a while to trust him, he was a complete stranger at first. But Juice really proved himself and he was the best father to Anthony.

Co parenting was so easy to work out. Juice was more then willing to do anything for Ant and for you. It was really nice having him around. With raising your son together, Juice easily became your best friend in all of this.

Juice would watch Ant whenever you had work, no question asked even if it was an over night or rotating shift. He always told you if he was going to be away for a run or whatever club businesses. Sometimes Juice stayed all weekend at your house to spend time with Ant. Sometimes you let Juice take Ant for the weekend when he knew he had absolutely no club businesses to deal with.

It was perfect.

Juice was more excited then normal today. He loved his son, more then anything. He’s pretty sure his son taught him what love was. It was great seeing Anthony growing and learning. He was more and more like Juice everyday.

Juice quickly was wrapping up at the club house. He got everything he needed to do out the way. Sure he would still pick up calls from the club but he really hated having to make any runs when it was his time with his son.

“Where you in a rush too?” Happy asked as he watched his brother running around the club house with his book bag.

“With Ant this weekend.” Juice said with a smile. The club was more then supportive when finding out about Juice having a kid. They never let him live it down when they found about what the pool table part.

“staying at Y/N house?” Jax asked with a teasing smile. He knew how Juice felt about you. He didn’t try to hide his feelings either but with learning to co parent together, starting anything romantic wasn’t a good idea.

“I feel like I’m forgetting something.” Juice said mumbling more to himself as he double checked everything. He felt like he was in a rush to see Ant and you. He parked his bike in your drive way in his usual place.

“Hey Y/N.” Juice said as he made his way in the house. He walked over to you placing a kiss to your cheek as you where busy in the kitchen.

“Hey Juice! You’re earlier.” You said smiling up at him. He was the father of you son, he quickly got comfortable sending so much time at your house. You liked having him around.

“Sorry, I should’ve called to let you know.” Juice said, he still felt like he was on eggshells around you. He didn’t want to cross a line and ruin everything. He wouldn’t know what to do if he lost you and Ant. You both where his family.

“No thank god your here. I’m running late and Ant’s been having a tantrum since last night.” You said making Juice laugh as you ran through the house.

“Daddy!” Juice heard a loud voice followed by tiny foot steps running through the hallway.

“Hey Ant.” He said easily picking up the three year old into his arms.

“Mama said you where being bad.” Juice said as he walked through the house. He felt so comfortable here, it felt more like home then his actual home. Well his dorm.

“I have left overs shrimp and rice in the fridge when you get hungry. Theres also a weird noise coming from the hall bathroom anytime you turn the sink on. I’ll be back probably early morning. or the middle of the night.” You said as you threw your hair in a bun already in your scrubs.

“I’ll have my phone, so call me if-” Juice caught you off by handing you the keys.

“I got it, don’t worry. ” Juice said leaning down placing a lingering kiss to your temple making your smile. You loved the extra attention Juice has been giving you. It was hard not to fall in love with him when he was literal perfect. He was such a gentleman. He took care of you and Anthony. He was an amazing father.

“You’re the best.” You said as you stood on your tippy toes and gave Anthony a big kiss on his forehead.

“Be good for daddy.” You said giving him a stern look. You see a big goofy grin on the toddler that he got from his father.

“No kiss for daddy?” Juice asked making you blush as you grabbed your things as you gave him a little glare.

“Well now what do you want to do today Ant?” Juice asked as he plopped down on the couch with the toddler. Any was more like his dad everyday, he was even picking up Juice’s habits the more time he spent with him.

It was a long day, or both you and Juice. The hospital was so short staffed you felt like you where doing the job of 4 different nurses. Juice had his hands full with Anthony bossing him around all day. From wanting to go to the park, to trying and help Juice fix the skin at the house. Anthony most definitely had Juice’s ADHD.

It was around 1 am, Juice was passed out laying in Ant’s small race car bed. He clearly didn’t fit his legs hanging off on the floor. Getting Ant to bed was a challenge every night. Juice had to tell him at least 4 different stories before Ant fell asleep on his chest.

You groaned as you walked into the house. It was spotless, like always. Juice always cleaned up, you didn’t want him to but he did either way. You smiled realizing he fixed a few things around the house as well.

“Juice?” You called out not seeing him on the couch. You walked into Ant rooms smiling when you found them cuddled up against each other. You quickly took picture of them knowing it was going to be your next background on your phone.

“Juice wake up.” You said shortly rubbing his shoulder.

“Y/N your home already?” Juice grumbled in a deep husky voice as he looked over at you in your scrubs. He easily picked up Ant as he got up leaving the toddler in the bed.

“Sorry I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” Juice said as you both walked out the room.

“Thank you Juice.” You said giving him a big smile making him melt inside.

“You don’t got to say that. I love being here with him.” Juice said. He kept to himself that he loved being here when you where here too. This was the worst part, he hated leaving.

“Do you want coffee or something before you go?” You asked your eyes watching him desperately.

“That would be nice.” Juice said following you into the kitchen.

“How was work?” He asked as he watched you move around making a cup for you both.

“You know, stressful and busy.” You said as you hopped on the counter. Juice was leaning over watching you. He loved having moments like this alone with you.

“How was Ant today?” You asked Juice knowing there was always some good stories he would tell you.

“He’s been asking for a little brother to plat with. He told me I’m old and I’m not good at playing tag.” Juice said giving you that charming smile of his.

“Oh god.” you groaned covering your face as you felt it heat up.

“ I told him, maybe for Christmas.” Juice joked back only making your face redder. He knew exactly what he did to you.

“Juice!” You yelled smacking his arms only making him laugh.

“Have you thought about having more kids? in the future you know. If you meet someone.” Juice asked feeling his heart get heavy.

“I’ve never thought about it. I never really thought about meeting someone and letting them into Ants life like that.” You said as you watched Juice. What you would give to be able to read his mind.

“Have you ever thought about us?” Juice asked, as he stepped closer to you. He was standing between your legs as you sat on top of the counter.

“I have Juice. Your an amazing father. Honestly you take care of me too. I don’t know what I would do without you now.” You told him looking in his brown warm eyes.

“I would like to stop pretending to play family. I want to be here all the time for Anthony, for you. I don’t want to have to leave. This feels like my home. You both are my home.” Juice admitted his hand coming to rest on your cheek. It was warm to the touch as Juice admitted his feeling to you.

“Can I take you to dinner friday?” Juice asked only making you laugh.

“I would love that, now kiss me Juice.” You said pulling your arms around his neck pulling him back to you. His large hands rested on your thighs as your legs locked around him. The kiss was painfully slow, as you both enjoyed the feeling of having the other against them.

“Maybe Ant could get a little brother or sister.” Juice mumbled into your lips making you laugh. He always knew how to make you laugh no matter what.

Wed, 22 Dec 2021 08:26:09

Juice Ortiz Imagine

pt1 pt3

The pounding in your head woke you up. You still couldn’t open your eyes but you could tell you weren’t in the warehouse anymore. You slowly peaked through your eye lashes taking in your surroundings. It was an empty white room. You where handcuffed to the stool your arms under you. Great from the Irish freaks to the Bikers.

You still where stripped in your panties and bra but you had a warm flannel on and buttoned up giving you a little bit of warmth, but goosebumps still covered your skin. You slipped off the stool but it didn’t bulge. Dead locked on to the floor.

What the fuck is this place. Your though as you slipped down trying to get to the door. You reached out your foot easily reaching the door handle. Locked.

“Shit.” You grumbled as you knocked over a water bottle. You quickly got back to your stool stomping over like you never moved.

“Is she awake?” Tig asked as he heard noise from the empty studio room.

“Let’s go check on our little Russian friend.” Clay said as they walked in the room finding you in the same position they left you.

“Shouldn’t she be awake by now? The fuck you do to her Tig?” Jax asked as the 4 men walked in the door.

“Check her pulse.” Clay ordered Tig. He slowly made his way to you. Your skin felt cold as he pressed his fingers to your neck, but he could feel your pulse under his fingers.

“She’s fi-” Tig got cut off as you swung your body up your legs interlocked against his neck dropping him to his knees. Your tightened your hold making sure his air way was stopped. He fell to the floor with a thud as you pushes all your weight against him.

“Shit!“Jax yelled as him and Juice hurried over. Juice hands went to your thighs trying to pulled them apart even a little to let Tig slip out. He felt bad as he felt you flinch under his grip. He was never one to put his hands on a women, especially a really pretty one.

“That Russian bitch!” Tig yelled as Jax pulled him away. All Tig could see was red.

“Does she speak English?” Clay asked studying you but not getting too close to you. Your where an unknown threat to them for now. And from the looks of it, pretty dangerous.

“No I don’t think so.” Tig mumbled giving your a threatening look.

“Who are you?” Clay asked looking down at you trying to see if you would say anything. But you knew better not to speak english, not just yet. You still didn’t know who they where and what they wanted.

“Juice you stay watch. Anything she does let me know. I need to make some calls.” Clay said as everyone made their way out.

“Always has me babysitting.” The Puerto Rican mumbled to himself before getting comfortable on the floor leaning against the wall farther from you. He brought his laptop out, looking up at you every few minutes. He has a weary feeling under your gaze. Juice could feel your eyes watching his ever move, studying him.

You smirked as you watch the tattooed man. He was quit cute you thought as you where checking him out. Juice was younger then the rest of them but you can tell he was part of the club. He had this spark to him you couldn’t figure out.

“Sure I’m not busy, I got nothing else to do but what the Russian spy. Not like I have a million other things to catch up on.” Juice mumbled to himself as he browsed the data base. Clay tasked him to found your your name since you won’t talk.But it’s not like he had much to go off of to find you. Maybe your face.

“Hmm what’s your name?” Juice asked driving himself mad being all by himself as you didn’t move or say a word.

“Russian hmmm Natasha?” Juice asked looking for some kind of response from you.

“Olga?” He guessed again but still got nothing. This went on for hours as he thought of any Russian sounding names. But nothing from you but a few eyes rolls. Juice felt like maybe you understand him.

“Maybe you don’t have a name. Like the Russian spy movies.” Juice said rubbing his chin.

“Like black widow?” He said smirking as he looked over you. He wouldn’t mind seeing you in a all black suit.

“How much can you talk Jesus Christ.” You mumbled slumping back. Your Russian accent was very noticeable but not as heavy as Juice imaged. This guy went on and on for hours. Who knew just talking your ear off we get you to break.

“You know English!” He said standing up and slowly coming closer to you. And all this time you just let him talk, god Juice thought you wouldn’t understand anything he was saying. He was slightly embarrassed from over sharing now.

“How about I give you 2 million cash and you just let me go no questions asked.” You offered giving him a sly smile.

“Let you go where?” Juice asked crossing his large arms across his body. You couldn’t let him distract you, though you craved a male touch. It’s been too long in that box.

“What did you not get about no questions.” You sassed rolling your eyes. Juice just took out his phone to call Clay.

“No don’t.” You said but Juice already texted them.

“Who are you?” Juice asked as he stood a foot away from you. His brown eyes scanned over you.

“Russian mafia who else sweeite.” You said rolling your eyes at the innocent man in front of you. Something about him looked rugged and dangerous but you saw through him.

“So she speaks.” Clay said walking in the room. You didn’t say anything your eyes just stayed glued at Juice.

“I suppose.” You said your Russian accent very thick.

“What are you doing in California?” Clay asked knowing he needed more information from you. He didn’t like how bleak you where being.

“I guess I am very far from home. “ You mumbled angry that the Irish dragged you across the goddam country.

“From Russia?” Juice asked with a raised eyebrow. He seemed to do that without realizing it. He was so easy to read.

“No, well yes. I live in New York, some of the time.” You stated still not ready to let them know much.

“Why did the Irish have you in a cage?” Tig asked getting to the point.

“Oh I am not to sure, maybe you should ask them?” You said with a half smile.

“Don’t play dumb.” Tig said snapping before smacking you across the face.

“You hit like a bitch.” You said back not evening flinching. You’ve been hit harder, this was nothing. These bikers didn’t scare you, not even the slightest. They are very mistaken on who you where. Juice felt bad looking at you with those puppy eyes.

“Tig get out of here.” Clay said threatened not wanting you to go back to the silence treatment.

“What ties do you have with the Russian mafia?” Jax asked but you didn’t respond.

“I want a shower, and dinner maybe some dark red wine.” You stated your demands, tried of this stupid game.

“You are in no place to make demands darlin.” Jax said as he raised his arm exposing’s the gun tucked away in his pants.

“Shower and dinner, or I will not say another word. You can beat me or kill me but I guess you will not know about the Irish or the gun pipeline.” You said rolling your eyes. Jax looked at Clay not sure what to do with you.

“We can make that happen.” Clay said grabbing something from his pocket.

“What are you doing? She’s just going to make a move to escape.” Jax said question Clay choices with the girl.

“Juice come here.” Clay said motioning to un do the zip ties off your wrists. Within a second he grabbed our wrist cuffing you tightly. Then he grabbed Juice arms cuffing you to him.

“Go let her shower and I will have the prophet get dinner for her.” Clay ordered Juice.

“What the hell?” Juice said pulling at the metal on his wrist.

“So she doesn’t try and escape. Juice is heavy even if she knocks him out or kills him she wont be able to go no where, he’s heavy.” Clay said leaving the room.

“I could cut off his hand.” You stated looking at his wrist. If you had to be cuffed at least it was with him.

“I really need this hand man.” Juice grumbled making a few of the other guys snicker behind him.

“Don’t you dare try anything.” Jax threatened before giving Juice a looked and making his way out as well. Juice looked down at you as you stood right behind him, a little too close as he felt your body heat invade his space.

“Uh let’s go.” He mumbled not sure what to do. Why is he always thrown into this shit.

“Y/n” You stated giving him a small smile. You needed at least one person on your side. Juice nodded before turning away form you leading you back to the club house dorms. You must have tripped a few times trying to keep up with his longer strides.

“Sorry about this.” He mumbled as he pulled you into his dorm. He grabbed a few things from his closet before leading you into the bathroom.

“How am I suppose to undress?” You asked bringing your arm up that was links to his. Juice brought out his knife cut the sleeve all the way off.

“Hurry up.” He stated turning around. You simply took off the rest not really shy being naked in front of him. You watched his back as he leaned against the wall away from you. You slipped in the shower bringing his hand in with you. This must not be comfortable for him.

Juice just stood there his eyes closed. He was fighting every fiber in his body not to turn and look at you. Or to look up and see you naked in the mirror. He wasn’t blind, you where beyond beautiful. He’s never been so captivated by someone before. It was like you where fake, a fairy tale almost. Nothing about you seemed real to him.

His heart was hammering in his chest when he heard the shower turn off. He felt you climbing out the shower his arms a little numb from just holding it out. He was tryin got be a gentleman, give you some space. He felt like he couldn’t breath the whole time you dried yourself. He felt his hand brush against your soft skin when you got dressed in the hoodie and sweat pants.

“Thank you.” You said as you watched him closely. Juice felt nervous under your gaze. He nodded before leading you back. Juice brought you into the Chapel sitting next to you. Clay, Jax and Tig where already there waiting.

“Enjoy.” Clay said motioning to the food. It was a slice of pizza and a beer. You tried not to use your right hands not to move Juice too much.

“So why did the Irish have you looked up in that petty little glass box?” Tig asked as he lite up a smoke.

“They where mad at me.” You stated taking another sip of the beer. You eyes watched the very carefully.

“And why where they mad at you?” Clay asked finally playing along with your game. There was no other way he would get any information from you.

“I cut them off their gun supply.” You stated deciding they don’t seem like much of a treat to you. Non of the sons where expecting that.

“Sons of Anarchy, Samcrow.” You stated knowing more about them then they would know about you.

“The Irish bought my guns, They sold them to you for double the cost, maybe triple I don’t know. They sold across the west coast for me. But they got a little too greedy, so we cut them off the gun supply. I was in New York dealing with the Italians. They are my distributors for the east coast.” You said letting them know how much power you really held.

“Who are you to the Romanoves mafia?” Clay asked realizing that you knew more then you let out.

“I am Romanove.” You said finishing the beer before crossing your arms. Juice hand rested on your other wrist trying to find a comfortable position.

“Surgery Romanove is in charge of all the Russian guns.” Clay stated only making you laugh.

“Surgery is my sweet stupid cousin. He is only the face of the mafia. I make all decisions, it is my enterprise, it is all my gun factories and connections. He is not smart to run a business.” You said as you grabbed another beer.

“He is, how do you say? Playing a part? It is to keep me safe. If no one know who’s really in charge, no one knows my name or my face. I stay out of danger while I using Surgery to make all my deals.” You said truthfully.

“So you run the whole show behind the curtains.” Clay mumbled still trying to figure out if he should trust you or not.

“Then how did the Irish get you?” Jax asked still not believing everything you where saying.

“ caught them, I cut them off. I suppose they where following Surgery and thought they could use me to blackmail Sergey. They ambushed me during the Fashion show in New York.” You said rolling your eyes still pissed that you missed out certain things.

“And how are we suppose to believe anything you say?” Tig asked glaring at you.

“I can make you a deal. You get all my guns for the west coast, Sell them to who ever you want, 50-50 split No more struggling to get guns you can get them right off the boat.” You said leaning over the table looking at Clay.

“How are we to trust you on this?” Clay asked. This would be a very big move for the sons.

“You do not need to trust me. I have a shipment coming in from Alaska on the 1st and the 15 every month. I need protection from the Irish, until my Cousin and my mafia come and get me.” You stated knowing you would rather deal with he sons then the Irish. Plus you still needed to move all your inventory for the west coast.

“Deal but you staying under eyes till the first, until we get the guns.” Clay said holding out his hand. You nodded shaking his hand.

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Tue, 21 Dec 2021 13:23:54

Juice Ortiz Imagine

pt2

The club had to make rash decision sometimes and tonight was one of them. It was the middle of the night and the club was hundreds of miles away from Charming. Quit literally in the middle of no where.

They all knew the risks they where getting themselves into tonight. They where going in blind into an Irish IRA gun supplier warehouse. Juice found out this where they where holding majority of stock before selling. The only issue was they didn’t know who the Irish been selling to and where the guns where coming from. Finding out who was selling the guns to the IRA was priority.

The sons took it upon themselves to find out. They needed a better grasp over the gun pipeline to get back to business. They sat back a little too long and the Irishmen got a little too greedy.

The warehouse almost seemed abounded from the outside. But Juice knew better. He can easily tell the high tech security system was out in to blend in.

“Juice and Tig through the back. There’s way too many guys here for just a gun warehouse.

“I think the Irish are hiding something more. Jax you will lead inside from the roof. Bobby please get those guards from the front distracted. Maybe lead them on a wild goose chase.” Clay explained as they huddled in the van.

Juice and Tig moved their way behind the warehouse. Getting the guns was up to the rest of the guys. They had to figure out the supply chain or what else the Irish might be hiding here.

“Where’s that security room?” Tig asked the younger son and Juice held his laptop in one arm trying to read the blueprints.

“I don’t know, but if I had to have a server room it’s be this office.” Juice whispered as the made their way down the hall.

“What the fuck is that?” Tig asked as they halted hiding around the corner watching down the hall.

“How am I suppose to know.” Juice sassed back. He didn’t understand how him and TIg always ended up working together.

“Must be important if there’s 4 guards.” Tig said pulling out his gun.

“Blue prints is showing it’s a mechanical room” Juice said before closing his laptop and slipping into his backpack. He got out his gun with the silencer as the crested down the hall.

“Shhhh” Tig whispered grabbing the hairs from the back and shooting him. Juice ducked down slipping to the door letting Tig take care of the rest.

“Shit it’s locked.” Juice mumbled before and he grabbed the guards head and slammed it against the wall.

“Well we have company, hurry up.” Tig warned and he grabbed the final guard checking his pockets for any key cards.

“This would be a good time to hurry up.” Tig warned as he caught off the new guards.

“I’m try I’m not a lock smith or shit.” Juice yelled as he messed with the door keypad.

“Fuck it.”he mumbled taking out his gun and shorting the handle off.

“Fuck man!” Tig yelled back.

“Get in!” Juice yelled slipping in. The room was dark. Juice slowly walked through noticing a huge glass like cage in the middle.

“What kind of shit is this.” He mumbled as Tig got in closing the door.

“Must be the bedroom. Some real kinky shit.” Tig said walking closer to the glass box.

“I think it’s a safe or vault.” Juice said walking closer to try and see what’s inside.

“Oh shit!” Juice yelled as a chair was thrown against the glass he was looking at.

“What the fuck is that?!” Tig yelled pointing his gun at the glass safe.

“It’s a girl?” Juice said confused as small figure walked out the shadow looking pissed. You hair was hanging low a little messy from being stuck here. There was a sheer layer of sweat over you and dried blood.

“Told you some real kinky shit.” Tig said smiling seeing you in the box. You where missing your clothes, just stripping in box short Calvin Klein panties with a matching sports bra.

You been stuck with the stupid Irishmen for 2 weeks would be your guess. They took you the last gun deal. Your gun deal. They wanted more guns then you where willing to provided for them. You started yelling at the men that just came in the room in Russian.

“That’s not Irish.” Juice mumbled still looking at you puzzled. He was still trying to figure out why the Irish had you looked up under guard at the guns wear house.

“She’s Russian.” Tig said tapping at the glass pissing you off even more. You weren’t who these idiots where but they may be your way out. You put up with the Irish to torture too long. They kept you feed enough to survive. They tortured you just enough to scream but you still didn’t break. You where too high of the food chain list to be stuck in here.

“Clay we have some Russian locked up here…she was guarded and in a cage thing…yeah women maybe 25…” Tig said over the phone.

“We’ll take her, use her for negotiation.” Clay said over the phone.

“Clay said we got to take her.” Tig told Juice as they studied the glass cage.

“You think it’s bullet proof?” Juice asked knocking on the glass.

“Well.” Tig mumbled pulling out his gun and shorting the glass only making it bounce out.

“Guess it is.” Juice mumbled as she studied the door. He took out his knife placing it at the key pad lock.

“The fuck you doing Juice?” Tig asked looking at him. He didn’t say anything before using the back of his gun and full force slamming it on the knife. The electrical grid let out a few sparkles before the door opened.

You panic you didn’t really think they’d open this stupid glass cage. You backed up slightly grabbed the metal bowl that was left for your dinner. You still weren’t sure if they’d be worse then the Irish. This is why you never left Europe.

“Come here doll” the taller one said as he stepped forward. Before you gave him a chance to grab you you swung the bowl full force at him.

“Shit!” He yelled stumbling back a little. You jumped past him running to the door. Juice quickly stepped in front eyeing you with a raised eyebrows. With his large body there was no way you could slip by him.

Out of know where you felt a large hand trap around your neck pulling you into a head lock. You looked tattooed man with a Mohawk with pleading eyes as you felt yourself slipping away. Your body fell limp to the ground.

“Shit Tig you kill her?” Juice asked rushing to your side on the floor.

“No Russian bitch needs a nap before she knocked both of us out. These little Russian are sneaky juicy boy.” Tig said before picking you up from the floor and throwing you over his shoulder.

The son bikers quickly made their way down the halls and out the exit. The van was already waiting for them.

“What’s this?” Chibs asked eyeing the half naked women.

“They had her locked up. I think it has something to die with the Russian gun pipeline. Don’t know what that got to do with the Irish.” Tig said as he threw her into the back of vans towards Juice. He quickly sat up slightly catching you so your head wouldn’t hit the floor.

“Good work brothers, now let’s go back to charming before They realize we where here.” Clay said as he went into another SUV.

“Make sure she stays sleep. She wakes up you knock her out.” Chibs told Juice before shutting the doors. Juice looked down at you not sure why everyone was so nervous. To him you looked so harmless. Another part of him tried to control his stupid male hormones from checkout your half naked body.

To him you looked so small and fragile. Your plumped body had bruises and dried blood but he could still she how beautiful you where. You didn’t look like a threat to him. A part of him wanted to wrap you up and protect you but he quickly pushed that aside for the club.

But then again he never had to face the Russian mafia.

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Fri, 17 Dec 2021 07:44:45

Juice Ortiz Imagine

pt1 pt5

Every time you had to go to work you felt so much anxiety. You where nervous he was going to be there. You weren’t even sure why you where hiding from him. Maybe you where scared he’d want to take your son away. Or maybe it was because you had no idea who he was. Then what if he wanted to be part of Ants life.

“Come on Ant, mama got to go to work really fast. Then we can go to the park.” You said grabbing the toddlers book bag before taking his hand. Of corse the hospital calls on your day off to have you check charts. You where the charge nurse for the ICU. You knew what you where getting into when you agreed to the promotion.

Anthony didn’t agree, probably did not care either way or maybe didn’t even understand it all too much either. You sat him down in one of the waiting chairs right in front of the nurses station.

“Mama will be right back baby.” You said giving him a kiss as the other nurses flaked to him. They where obsessed with how cute he was. You smiled thanking them as hurrying to double check the charts. You knew they’d watch over him no questions asked.

Juice walked through the hall, he was here to check up on Tig. Well more he agreed to check up on him before anyone else so he’d get another chance to maybe see you. Just as he was about to turn into Tigs room he noticed a toddler sitting one of the waiting chairs outside the room.

It felt like his heart skipped a beat when he noticed it was the same toddler form outside the store. IT was Y/N son. He was swinging his legs as he had a coloring book in his lap. There box of crayons on the chair and a few crayons scattered on the floor by him.

Juice bent down, taking the crayons off the floor and handing them back to the toddler. He was still so shocked on how much this little boy looked like him.

“Here little man, you dropped some crayons.” Juice said slowly reaching his hand out to the boy. He slowly looked up from the coloring book and smiled taking the crayons back into his small hand.

“Tanks” He said making Juice chuckle. He didn’t no any little kid with answer.

“Wheres your mom?” Juice asked as he looked around but didn’t see you. There where a few nurses watching him very carefully.

“Mama? Uhhh” the toddler mumbled looking up trying to look for you. Juice sat on the empty chair next to him hoping he wasn’t going to scare him or worse make him cry.

“ere” The toddler said before handing the coloring book to Juice. He was leaning over the arm handle holding all the crayons in his little hands.

“blue” He said pointing to the picture as he handed Juice the crayon. He took it getting the message that he wanted him to color. They sat for a bit, giggling here and there as he colored with the small toddler.

“Looks like Juicy boy made a friend.” Jax joked as he walked up to his brother confused to why he was sitting out in the hall with some random toddler. Juice and the toddler looked up making Jax trip.

“Where the hell he come form? You printed yourself or somthin?” Jax joked looking at the toddler that had a very eerie similarity to Juice.

You walked out the office heading straight to Ant. One of the nurses told you a man was coloring with Juice, he assumed it was the father. She wasn’t wrong technically.

“Ant baby, time to go.” You said quickly gathering all the toddlers things and throwing them back into his book bag. You didn’t say one word to Juice or even spare him a glance.

“Y/N!” Juice called out for you as you tried to make your way down the hall. You gripped Anthony even closer to yourself.

“No you don’t.” He said as he easily caught up to you stopping you. He turned you to look at him but you couldn’t. You didn’t even know what to say right now.

“You know, I know about the night on the pool table. I know it’s you.” Juice said looking at you as his heart raced. He wasn’t even sure how he was suppose to have this conversation with you.

“What do you want?” You asked finally meeting his brown eyes.

“Just to talk, that’s it. Please stop running from me.” He said slowly letting go of your arm.

“I don’t even know you.” You whispered looking at him with pleading eyes. Your son was your life.

“I’m Juice, actually Juan Carlos Ortiz.” Juice said offering his hand for you to shake.

“Juice?” Your toddler mumbled getting excited making Juice smile.

“He’s talking about apple juice.” You sassed before grabbing a juice box form you bag and giving it to Ant.

“I know.” Juice said still looking at Anthony with warm eyes. You knew that look. It was how you looked at Anthony.

“I didn’t know I was pregnant until a few weeks later. I’m sorry you found out like this. I just didn’t know you and didn’t know how to found you. I wasn’t even sure if I should since it was a drunken one night stand.” You told him honestly knowing that you couldn’t do anything else.

“He’s mine right?” Juice asked just double checking he wasn’t the crazy one to assume this boy was his son.

“Do you want a paternity test?” You asked completely understanding the complexity of the situation you both where now stuck in.

“Not really, just thought I was crazy thinking I’m a father because I saw a kid that looked just like you, you know?” Juice said still looking at the toddler in your arms. Ant was watching him very closely.

“It’s still weird to think I’m a dad.” He said no sure of what’s next after this.

“I don’t want to come off pushy, but if you want to get to know him then your more then welcome to. But I don’t want a half ass Dad that’s only there sometimes. I don’t want him to get attached to you and then you realize you don’t care for having a kid to look after. I don’t want money or anything but if you want to be in his life as his father you need to be consistent. I don’t know you much, and what I do know if from a drunk hook up on a pool table.” You said rushing to get everything off your chest.

“I do want to get to know him. He’s my son. I know way to well about a dead beat dad. I can’t do that to him.” Juice said frowning at the thought of his own father he never even knew. He couldn’t do that to his own son, even his he didn’t know about this son existing a few weeks ago.

“Okay, I think he’d really like that. Maybe you can come by for a play date with him. Start small.” You said pulling out your phone from your pocket letting him enter his number.

“What’s his name?” Juice asked you, he seemed almost nervous.

“Anthony, I call him Ant.” You said smiling down at the goofy toddler.

“It suits him.” Juice said looking at his son. He still couldn’t believe he was a day. He couldn’t believe how perfect Anthony was. Juice never thought he’d get to be a dad, he never thought he’d be able to create someone so special like Ant. Even if it was a drunken hook up, between stranger. This ment everything to him.

Wed, 15 Dec 2021 07:43:31

Juice Ortiz Imagine

pt1 pt2

The hospital was abnormally busy, even for Charming. You weren’t anyone important, just ICU nurse. You always wanted to help people and Charming had a charm for violence as it seemed like it.

You didn’t even know how but you lost track of time. You had a 13 hours shift, you would work rotating shifts so you’d only have to work about 3 days a week.

“Shit.” You groaned when you noticed a few missed calls from Ashley the babysitter. There was no way you could leave right now, it almost felt like the hospital was over run.

“Code blue- Male 40 gun shot wound.” Your pager went off in your pocket. Just when you thought you could finally get out of here. You quickly rushed over to the stretcher taking over chest compressions from the EMT. Just another day.

You where finishing up your rounds, ready to go home. You check one the gun shot patient who was in recovery from surgery. The vitals where normals as you wrote them down in the chart.

Juice walked in through St Thomas, he was on watch over Tig. He froze right before he could walk into the room. He immediately knew it was you even from your backside. This was the last place he thought he’d see you. The past couple years and he’s never run into you here when he and club the club where always in and out of st thomas.

You stood there in dark blue scrubs and your hair slipped back with a claw. He leaned over the door watching you as bite your lip as scribbled in the chart. As if you sense someone, you turned, your eyes locked on his.

You felt like a fish out of water not sure what to say. Was he really here, right now. It was odd to see him, he reminded you of your son. Every time you looked at him you saw more features that your son has.

“Hi I’m Y/N, I’m the nurse on duty for Mr. Trager surgery. Vitals are good, he should be waking up in a few hours.” You said hoping to get out of this room. Juice just leaned against the door frame making sure there was no way you could squeeze past him and run away again. You tried desperately not to check him out as he crossed his large arms over his chest. His eyes never leaving you, not even for a second.

“Well Y/N, you seem very familiar.” Juice said trying to get straight to the point. He wasn’t going to let up one you. It was faith throwing you in his face and he couldn’t let you run again. Even if he sounded crazy.

“Must have one of those faces.” You said giving him a smile. You heart was pounding so hard in your chest, you swore he could probably hear it.

“No, I think we’ve met before.” He said and he wasn’t implying about when he saw you on main street out side the dispensary. He wasn’t sure if you really didn’t know who he was or if you where playing dumb.

“I’m not to sure, did you go to University of San Francisco?” You asked trying to avoid bringing up anything at this point. He couldn’t possible remember you from a drunken hook up.

“No, I think it was a little more intimate then that.” Juice said raising his eyebrow at you. He was tried, really tried. It was a long day and his patients was growing very thin.

“I- uh i have other rounds to make.” You said as you tried to slip past him. It was a dumb idea as his much larger frame blocked you from gettin gout the door. You weren’t prepaid to be this close to him. You where surprised at how your body reacted to his. Like you wouldn’t mind ending up naked on the pool table with him again. Why the hell where you feeling like this.

“Y/N-” Juice started but you roughly pushed past him through the door way. He felt like his body was on fire as yours roughly moved against his. It was out of instinct as his hand reached out for yours stopping you in your tracks. His hands felt so warm in yours.

“I need to go, sorry.” You said not even giving him another glance before making your way down the hall. Juice let you go, he knew your name, and now at least he knows where your work. He could tell there was something off, that you where hiding something. It all confirmed that it was you that night with him on the pool table. Now the bigger issue is the little toddler that was with you. Juice wasn’t sure if he was crazy for thinking he could be the father. But something was just not sitting right with him about all this.