#juice imagine
Juice Ortiz Imagine
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.
