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.
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.
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.
The fight with the league felt more like a waste of time then to actually settle anything. None of use really got anything then a few cuts, bruises and busted knuckles. If only Hale minded his businesses we could’ve settled this and the lockdown would be over.
At this point all I wanted to do was get back to my dorm and shower. I felt all the noise in my head going crazy and I just needed piece and quiet for a second. Thought with the lockdown that’t not really going to happen.
Getting back to the clubhouse felt lack luster. It was like everyone there was expecting something big, something to let them go home. The clubhouse always had someone in and out but this was packed to another level.
I hurried to my dorm making my way past everyone as fast as I could. I walked in freezing, something felt off. I slowly peeled off the dirty dark hoodie and pants from my body throwing them in my hamper.
“Get out!” I heard a loud scream before a body of lotion came hitting my chest.
“Y/N what the fuck you doin in my room?” I asked smirking looking at the petite women with the towel wrapped in a small towel. I couldn’t help myself as my eyes travel over her body that was still wet after the shower. I noticed her eyes doing the same to me.
“It was the only clean room I can find.” Y/n said holding on to her towel like dear life.
“Well you more then welcome to bunk with me.” I said teasing her loving how her face turned red. Normally I was clumsy, I couldn’t flirt for shit, I would stutter but with Y/N it all came out smooth.
“no way.” She huffed out putting up her stubborn front like always.
‘Well you don’t have many options unless your gonna stay with everyone else out there?” I said slowly stepping closer to her.
“Or you can go stay out there somewhere.” She said watching me very careful as a stalked closer to her.
“And pass this opportunity up? never.” I said smirking down at her. I was taller, looking down at her large doe eyes.
“God you’re so irritating Juan Carlos.” She huffed out but didn’t move away from me.
“I love it when you call me that.” I said smirking down at her. I couldn’t help myself around her.
“By what? Your name?” She said squinting her eyes glaring me just a little only making it that much harder to hold myself back. But why the fuck am I holding myself back. Worst case she’ll slap me.
“Shut up.” I said before grabbing her cheeks in my hands and pressing my lips down against hers hard. Y/N gasped but her lips responded naturally against my own. Her small hands gipped my at my arms trying to pull me down towards her.
One hands traveled to the back of her neck gripping her hair as I deepened the kiss and the other traveled down her backside. Her hands travled her nails scratching at my chest. Guess Y/N was just as desperate as I was.
“Shit” She mumbled as I felt the towel slip to the floor as her body was pressed against mine. I pulled away looking down at her perfectly sculpted curves.
“God Y/N better then it could ever imagine.” I mumbled before leaning back down and capturing her lips.
“Juice.” She mumbled into the kiss, her teeth grazing my lips as she slipped her tongue into my mouth. My arm slipped down under her ass picking her up. She quickly wrapped her legs around me as I walked across the room.
I threw he down on my bed standing in between her legs. Her face was pink as she watched me. I smirked before letting myself down licking up all her wetness. My hands gripped her thighs holding her in place. I knew exactly what I was doing to her as I felt her shake under me.
“Juice.” Y/N groaned out as her tights grasped around me. I smirked before moving up placing scattered kisses across her soft skin. Never ever felt skin so soft before.
“I’m not done with you yet. “ I whispered before kissing her again.
“Me neither” She mumbled back as her hands pulled at the waist band of my boxers. I could feel her warm hands clasp around me. I quickly grabbed her wrist before flipping her over, her ass looking more inviting then ever before.
“Tell me you want this.” I mumbled as I lined myself up.
“Juan Carlos put it in.” She said sending me that glare. That’s all I needed before slipping in.
“Shit Y/N” I groaned as I pounded into her. The room filled with the sound of my hips meeting her ass that bounced back with ease.
“Don’t stop.” She mumbled into the pillow, her face down, ass up. This didn’t even feel real anymore. There was so many times I imagined her in this position in the office.
“Fuck.” I groaned one last time before pulling out letting my load over her ass.
“Not bad Juan Carlos.” Y/N said smirking up as me as she got out the bed walking back to my bathroom to clean up. What the fuck did I get myself into now?
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Piney threw an arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side, ruffling the top of your head fondly; in many ways, he was just as much of a father figure to you as your uncle Clay was, possibly even more so. Clay was the one you went to for good advice but Piney was the one you went to when you just needed a kind ear to listen to your problems. You stood together and watched as the guys sped out of the Teller-Morrow backlot; they were headed on a ‘blood drive’ for the Children’s hospital, or at least that’s what you’d been told. Honestly, sometimes you swore all the guys thought you were born yesterday when they tried lying to you - it was clear that their journey had nothing to do with charity and was actually a cover up for something all the more sinister. You didn’t care that Jax had lied to you because you knew he did it for your own protection and peace of mind, you just hoped they all made it back alive.
Between everything that was going on with the club and the feud between your uncle and brother, the chances of someone coming home in a body bag were higher than ever.
Sons of Anarchy preference: how they react to having a naive and optimistic S/O
Jax
He has got that smirk on his face whenever you’re at the clubhouse, making the Sons happy with your constantly upbeat attitude. He has some darkness in his conflicted soul but seeing how soft you are makes him think you can keep the darkness at bay.
Opie
This big ball of anxiety is always so worried about you out on your own but has no idea how to properly express that so you’ll catch him brooding an awful lot. Just keep smothering him in love if you wanna see that smile grace his pretty face.
Tig
Poor Tiggy is so conflicted by his love for you. On the one hand, you are so innocent and must be protected at all costs. On the other, you are so innocent and he wants to corrupt you so badly. Only Tig can cause any corruption of your innocence though; if any other Son tries to crush that hopeful optimism, he will lose it.
Chibs
The Scot is torn between being in love with your innocent optimism and frustrated by your naïveté. He has seen so many terrible things and just wants you to be aware of the bad in the world just enough to protect yourself.
Happy
The grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one? The grumpy one is soft for the sunshine one. He is just drawn to your happiness and how you so eagerly share it and will destroy anyone who tries to change it.
Juice
This poor angel gets caught in his own head a lot and your innocent demeanor always pulls him out of it. He loves absolutely everything about you and feeds off your energy and will do everything in his power to preserve that innocent light that shines from you.
You hadn’t bargained for World War Three that morning, but everyday it got clearer and clearer that things weren’t what they used to be in Charming. You had shown up at Cara Cara in hopes of catching up with Jax since it had been a few days since you’d seen him and instead you were greeted by your uncle lobbing a cinder block through Gemma’s car window. You had put her on the back of your bike and taken her to your house to calm down and get away from the drama.
Gemma was sipping a cup of coffee and smoking a cigarette on your back porch, looking out at the garden. You’d spent the last week planting summer flowers and adding new garden furniture with the help of Juice and it was finally ready; the perfect place to wile away hot afternoons with a glass of iced tea and a good book.
“Gem, what’s going on with you and Clay?” You asked tentatively. “I know you guys are having problems, but Jesus Christ.”
This led to Gemma spilling her guts about something she’d only shared with Tara and Unser thus far. You listened intently to her story - even when you didn’t want to - perched anxiously on the edge of your seat, your own cup of coffee long since gone cold. It was hard to hear Gemma sounding so vulnerable since she was always everybody’s rock, the person you went to if you were feeling too weak to go on, but you decided that it was high time that somebody be her rock instead, which is what kept you listening to her awful recollection of events; you swore that if you ever found out who did this to her, you’d personally slit their throats.
“Why didn’t you come to me sooner?” “Don’t think it needs to be broadcasted to the whole family.” You frowned. “Yeah, but you can’t deal with this by yourself. This is the kinda shit that will eat you up for the rest of your life unless you sort through it and talk about it,” Gemma shrugged. “So I’m guessing Clay doesn’t know?” “No, and he’s not going to,” She said sternly. “This is what they wanted: to break us. And we Morrows don’t break.” “But don’t you think it would help?” “No.” You sighed. You knew better than to try and convince Gemma that she was wrong. “Fine, but can you at least promise to talk to me if you need to get things off your chest? You can’t deal with this all by yourself.” Gemma rolled her eyes. She hated coming across as weak. “Fine. But we’re done talking about it for now. It’s your turn to be honest.” You cocked your head. “Honest about what?” “Juice.” Here we go. “What about him?” “You two have been getting cosy lately.” “We’ve already had this conversation. In fact, I’ve had this conversation with every single member of the club.” “Except Juice.” “There’s nothing to talk about with Juice. We’re just friends.” Gemma lit another cigarette. “Friends don’t look at each other like that.” “I don’t look at him like anything,” You insisted. “We are just friends, I swear.” “Well, you should probably tell Juice that since he doesn’t think so.”
Your mind wandered to all the afternoons you’d spent with him since getting home; fixing up your bikes, building furniture for your house, getting your garden sorted, your shifts at TM and the evenings you two had spent out on the back roads of Charming, just riding around underneath the sunset. Those were your favourite: when it had just been the two of you and the open road, no destination in mind, just riding for the sheer pleasure it gave you both. When you really thought about it, you could understand why people thought it might be more than it actually was on the surface. Actually, when you really thought about it, you wondered if it possibly was more than it seemed on the surface; this was the first time you’d seriously given it some thought, and now you were it looked like something completely different to what you’d told yourself it was.
“I don’t know what I want, Gem,” You told her honestly. “I don’t want to hurt anyone.” “What makes you think you’re gonna hurt him?” “I’m just not sure I’m ready for a relationship.” “Listen, darl, nobody said you had to marry him, but it won’t hurt to see how things go.” You considered this for a moment. “Can I ask you something?” “Anything.” “What do you think of Chibs?” “What do I think of him? I’m sensing that it doesn’t matter what I say and that I should be asking you the same question.” “I had a weird conversation with him after Bobby’s homecoming party,” You explained. “He told me that if I don’t like Juice I should tell him because he wouldn’t want anyone getting their hopes up. It was so strange.” Gemma raised a brow. “Bit old for you, isn’t he?” “You can’t say things like that!” You and Gemma both laughed. “I don’t know, there’s just something about him.” “Sounds like you’re in the middle of a Puerto-Rican Scottish love triangle.”
You couldn’t deny this, but of all the things that you were expecting to happen upon coming home, this certainly wasn’t one of them.
-
Your back was aching from laying underneath a Porsche all morning and you were in desperate need of a break. Since you hadn’t broken ground on your new writing project yet you were picking up more and more shifts at the garage, not for the cash but for something to keep you busy. Juice was underneath the bonnet of the same car, tinkering with the engine in an attempt to figure out what exactly was wrong with it. You wiped your oily hands on your overalls and stretched, completely ignoring the side eye that Juice was giving you.
Opie caught your attention; he was chatting with one of Luann’s girls in the parking lot, obviously regarding the flat tire on her car. There was something about the way they were looking at each other that made your heart twist in your chest - you’d become somewhat familiar with that look since getting back to Charming. You were pretty sure the girl’s name was Lyla and you had exchanged a few words with her on your visits to the studio to see Jax or Juice; she seemed genuinely kind-hearted, unlike her companion Ima who seemed hellbent on causing problems. Maybe Lyla was just what Opie needed.
“Hey, isn’t there a wrap party on Friday?” You asked Juice. “At Cara Cara?” “Yeah,” He replied. “Why?” “Just wonderin’.” “You thinking of going?” “Are you?” “Probably,” He shrugged. “I might come down for a bit,” You glanced at Opie and Lyla conspiratorially. “I’ll pick you up at nine,” Juice said boldly. “Saves us both riding there.” You couldn’t help but feel slightly taken aback; Juice had yet to be so forward. “Alright then. It’s a date.”
It was sweltering in the garage so you shrugged out of the top half of your overalls and tied them around your waist, leaving you in a black tank top. Your tattoos were on full display now, and Juice found himself staring at the colourful pictures that covered your arms, trying to make them all out. One of your arms was dedicated to music, and the other arm was what you liked to call your ‘random shit arm.’ It was a mismatched patchwork sleeve that still had some gaps that you were planning on filling, you just had to decide what to fill them with.
“Woah,” Juice remarked. “I didn’t realise they went all the way up.” You’d been in t-shirts most of the time, so nobody had seen the full extent of the artwork on your arms. “Yeah, I got most of them done in Denver.” “They’re amazing. What’s that one mean?”
You found yourself giving Juice a tour of all your tattoos, telling him the stories behind each one. He then did the same with all of his. In a weird way, you learned more about each other from your tattoos than you would have if you’d sat down and told each other your life stories. It only made the pit in your stomach wider and your feelings for the man in front of you intensify. Isn’t this the way it always starts? A simple round of conversation?
You couldn’t ignore the fear that had consumed you at the thought of being close to a man again, not with the way that had ended last time. Part of you wanted to cut and run now before things got too serious, but love - you were learning - had this funny way of boxing you in and forcing you to acknowledge it. There was no more denying that you had feelings for Juice, feelings - that if left unchecked - could spiral into something serious. As much as you sometimes hated this about yourself, you were the sort of person who couldn’t seem to feel things subtly. When you hated somebody, there was no diluting it, and love was no different. In fact, the way you loved was probably even stronger than the way you hated.
Which was what was going to make this so fucking difficult. Because not only did you have feelings for Juice, you were also starting to feel things for Chibs. The two couldn’t be more different, but you were attracted to them both like a moth to a flame. You couldn’t help but be curious about them, what it might feel like to kiss Juice, what it might feel like to coax Chibs into opening up about himself.
Curiosity killed the cat, you told yourself bitterly.
But you know what they say about curiosity killing the cat, right? Satisfaction brought it back.
-
Friday night came around sooner than you could have ever imagined. True to his word, Juice picked you up from your house at nine o'clock on the dot. It felt strange to be on the back of someone else’s bike, but you couldn’t dispute the way your chest filled with butterflies as you climbed on and wrapped your arms around Juice. He was lean and sturdy and you couldn’t help but feel protected when you were around him, even though he was literally the softest guy you had ever met. Once you got through the somewhat tough exterior, he really was a giant teddy bear.
When you arrived at Cara Cara, the wrap party was already in full swing. Everyone was in high spirits and it felt good to be out after spending the week with your head stuck under car bonnets. When you and Juice walked in, a few of the guys turned to look at you; Happy smirked at you knowingly and you knew that you’d no doubt be teased later. Jax didn’t look surprised and Opie was too wrapped up in conversation with Lyla to pay you much mind; maybe you wouldn’t need to work at getting them together after all - they seemed to be doing just fine on their own.
It was Chibs’ reaction that stuck out to you - rather, his non-reaction. One of Luann’s girls was straddling his lap, kissing his neck and running her fingers through his hair. When you and Juice walked in he barely glanced up and you couldn’t deny that you were kind of hurt by this. Maybe his infatuation with you was all in your head, a totally one-sided thing. Maybe you would be better off just focusing solely on Juice. However, you couldn’t deny the rage that filled you up at the sight of the pornstar in Chibs’ lap.
“What are you drinkin’?” Juice asked you. You forcefully tore your gaze away from Chibs and flashed Juice your best ‘I’m definitely not about to kill someone’ grin. “I’ll just have a double vodka.” “With?” “Vodka.” Juice released a shaky breath. “No wonder I couldn’t keep up with you.”
Heavy drinking definitely wasn’t the solution to your current calamity but it would sure as hell take the edge off. You and Juice took your drinks over to the rest of the guys and settled in - thankfully on the opposite side of the room to Chibs and his lady of the night. After three drinks and revealing far too much about your time in Colorado to the Sons, Tara took your arm and led you outside, most likely to grill you about Juice.
“So, fill me in,” She said. “What’s going on? If you had a dollar for everytime somebody had grilled you about Juice in the last month, you’d be able to buy him the house next door to yours. “Nothin’. Yet.” “Yet?” “We’ve just been hanging’ out a lot, getting to know each other a bit better.”
Tara raised a brow. You couldn’t help but feel like you were back in high school, gossiping beneath the bleachers. Back then, she was still all about Jax while you somewhat struggled in the boy department. It wasn’t that you couldn’t score a date - in fact, being one of the most popular girls in school pretty much resulted in you having your pick of the litter - you just weren’t interested. Even then you much preferred spending your afternoons at TM with Jax and Opie and your evenings curled up on the couch between Gemma and Clay devouring books at an alarming speed. Now that the dynamic was changing, it was clear your friendship with Tara would change too; less of the Jax drama and more of the Y/N drama.
You couldn’t figure out how you were supposed to feel about that.
“I can see that,” She scoffed. “Has anything else happened between you guys?” “Nope.” “Maybe tonight’s the night.” “Maybe…” “Listen, while I’ve got you, I need to talk to you about Gemma.” “Uh oh.” “I think she should talk to Clay about what happened, but she won’t listen to me.” You shook your head. “Tara, you know just as well as I do that trying to convince Gemma what’s best for her is like trying to convince the sky that it’s green.” “I know, I just thought she might listen if it came from you.” “Well, judging by how fast she changed the subject this morning when I talked to her about it, I’m guessing it won’t make a difference who’s telling her.” Tara sighed. “You’re probably right.” “But what’s going on with you and Jax? You sort your shit out?” “You could say that,” She smirked. “I think Ima gets it now, anyway.” “Do I wanna know?” “Probably not.”
-
You and Tara spent the majority of the night huddled on one of the loveseats gossiping and catching each other on everything you’d missed since being apart. As insufferable as she became for a hot minute, you had to admit that it felt good to have your best friend back. It was getting late and you were tipsy to put it lightly, but when Juice came over and took your hand, you didn’t have it in you to deny him no matter how much you wanted to go home to bed. He led you outside to the deserted parking lot, not the most romantic place in the world, but before you could make a snarky comment about it, he had you pressed up against the wall.
Your body came alive when he put his hands on your hips and pushed you backwards and the way you looped your arms around his neck was so natural, it was like second nature. The kiss came far too quickly but also not quick enough. You didn’t think you imagined the low growl he made when you took his bottom lip between your teeth, and once you got started it was hard to stop. He peppered kisses along your jawline and down the side of your neck until he found that sweet spot just above your collarbone that had you coming undone beneath him. He sucked hard - definitely leaving a questionable mark - and you groaned loudly, not caring who heard it. You were sure that if this had been happening at the clubhouse you would end up in Juice’s dorm.
However, you weren’t at the clubhouse and you most definitely weren’t alone, so you really had no right being as shocked as you were when Chibs and Tig wandered out, drinks in hand.
“Well, well, well,” Chibs said. “What do we ‘ave here?” Tig looked at you and then Juice, and then back to you. “Clay is gonna make your death real slow,” He assured Juice. “Like, reeaaaalll slow. And painful.” Juice rolled his eyes. “Shut up, Tig.” Chibs swigged his whiskey. “I see you made up yer mind then?” He asked you. “Decided to go fer it?” You swallowed the mysterious lump that had formed in the base of your throat. “Yeah, I did.” “Well, good fer you lass. Be careful with that one,” He said to Juice. “She’ll keep you on yer toes.” “How would you know?” You countered. “Just a feeling.”
When you came back to Charming, you expected a lot of different things, but one thing you most certainly hadn’t been expecting was being in the funeral procession for Donna Winston, a woman you’d known for fifteen years, a member of your family. Opie had asked you if you would ride next to him and of course you had agreed; there was a banner reading ‘FUNERAL’ taped to the front of your Harley and every now and again you’d steal a worried glance at your brother. He kept his eyes firmly on the road ahead. Jax was nowhere to be seen and you were pissed that he hadn’t shown up to support Opie, but that couldn’t be your main concern right now. Riding through Charming Cemetery in front of Donna’s hearse was a surreal experience, and not in a good way. You felt this inarticulable, dull ache in your chest that had started the second you found out about her brutal murder and had worsened with every passing day. You had loved her like a sister and in some ways you’d ended up closer to her than Tara, but losing her was more than that; it was proof that all was not well here at home and that everything was more uncertain than it had ever been. Donna’s death was cataclysmic and you hadn’t bargained for such difficulties. You were sorting through so much shit that you genuinely didn’t know if you had any space left in your brain to take on more.
The service was beautiful and the very least that Donna deserved. Jax showed up halfway through and made an example of himself, but mostly everyone ignored him. He had his own shit going on in his head that he needed to deal with, and you would help him the best you could, but not today. Today was about being there for Opie, Piney and the kids. After the burial, you headed back to Opie’s house for the wake which was an extremely pitiful affair. Growing up, Opie had been hard to read, but the older you both got the more difficult it became to understand his emotions. You sat outside in the garden with him watching the kids on the swings, digging through your vocabulary in an attempt to find words that would console him without pissing him off.
So far, you hadn’t been successful.
“I don’t need to talk about it,” He told you. “Okay, Ope. But if you change your mind, you know you can come to me with anything. And if you need help with the kids, just let me know.” “I will.”
You really didn’t know what else to say, so you just got up and hugged him. It took him a while to hug you back and when he did it was half-hearted, but you knew that was the best you were going to get from him at that moment. You went inside and found Jax leaning against the counter with a beer; he looked far too casual for a wake so you smacked him round the back of the head.
“What was that for?” He frowned. “This isn’t the fucking clubhouse, it’s Donna’s wake.” He rolled his eyes. “Jesus Christ.” “Don’t ‘Jesus Christ’ me, Jackson Teller. Come outside. I gotta talk to you.”
He followed you out to the front of the house. You perched on your bike and did the same since his was parked right next to yours. You could tell by the expression on his face that he knew where this conversation was headed.
“What’s goin’ on?” You asked. “Since I’ve been back, I’ve watched someone I love get killed and another get thrown in jail. I feel like I’ve walked into a warzone.” “That’s because you have,” He spat. “Things ain’t what they used to be. Not with the club, not with me, not with Ope.” “So I’m realising.” “The club is involved in a lot of shit and Clay can’t see that we need to get out before it’s too late to come back from it. We need change, but he won’t accept that.” You understood that your uncle was stuck in his ways, a stickler for tradition. He liked to do things the way they’d always been done and anyone that challenged him never got their way; why would Jax be any different? “You know what he’s like. He likes things done his way.” “Yeah, but his way is gonna get SAMCRO wiped out. We’ve already got ATF breathin’ down our necks.” “No shit?” “I wish that was the worst of it,” Jax swigged his beer. He was more stressed than you’d ever seen him. “I found this book that my old man wrote,” He told you. “It’s about what he really wanted for the club. His vision.” “And what was his vision?” Jax smiled sadly. “Not this.” “Can I read it?” “Sure. Just don’t tell Clay. And don’t tell Gemma, either.” You nodded. “Alright.”
For a while, you sat in comfortable silence. The entire club and anybody affiliated had come to Donna’s wake and the street was lined with an assortment of Harley Davidsons. You looked at each one, trying to figure out who each one belonged to. Since the Prospect’s bike was white, it was pretty easy to pick out and you could tell that the Dyna next to it was Juice’s because you’d been working on it with him for a couple of weeks, but since Donna’s death you hadn’t really had much time to talk to him. In actual fact, you’d steered clear of TM because the energy there was enough to give you a migraine. You and Gemma had been focusing on prepping your new house for the move, buying furniture (which Half-Sack had the joys of building) and choosing wallpaper samples.
You took out your pack of cigarettes and lit one, desperate for something to do with your hands. Funerals made you antsy because you always felt like there was more you could be doing, even when there wasn’t. When you glanced at Jax, he was already watching you, worry etched into his features.
“Why’d you really come home, Y/N?” He asked. You almost dropped your cigarette. “I told you, I-” “I know that’s all bullshit. It’s not because you missed us, it’s not because you got bored of Colorado. Something happened to you, didn’t it?” You sighed. “Somethin’s telling me you already know the answer.” “Ope told me some of it.”
You nodded. It didn’t surprise you that Opie had told Jax, and not even because of their brotherly bond with each other; it was more because of their brotherly bond with you, and when one of them felt that you needed protecting, they always enlisted the help of the other.
“So what did he tell you exactly?” “He told me that your ex was a dick and that he used to beat on you.” You flinched. “That all?” “There’s more?” Jax looked like he was about to be sick. “Had an abortion,” You took a long drag of your cigarette. “He got me pregnant and I knew he’d use the kid as a way of keeping me close, so I got rid of it.” Jax stood up and set his bottle of beer down on the seat of his bike. Seemingly, he didn’t know whether to hug you or hit something. “Jesus Christ, Y/N.” “I also didn’t want him doing what he did to me to a child,” You murmured. “It wouldn’t have been fair.” You put your cigarette out and Jax took both of your hands, pulling you up off your bike. He wrapped his arms around you. “I wish you would have come to me.” “I’m here now.” “I assume there’s no point in asking what his name is or where he lives?” You managed a laugh. “Nope. Not a chance. He’s not worth it.” “Fuck, Y/N,” He sighed. “I’m so sorry you went through all of that.” “Don’t be sorry. Wasn’t your fault.” “Is it just me and Ope that know?” “So far, yeah. I’ll tell Clay and Gem eventually, I just need a little more time.” “I can tell them if you want, if that’s any easier.” “Yeah,” You relaxed somewhat. “Yeah, thanks Jax. I don’t really feel like telling this story a third time.” “No worries, babe.” “I love you.” “I love you too.”
-
Since Donna’s funeral, you’d had two main focuses: Opie and the kids and your house. Opie was keeping everyone at an arm’s length which was a force of habit for him, but you were doing your best helping Piney with school runs and whatever else you could. The rest of your time was spent putting the finishing touches on your new house, which you were moving into that day. It truly was a gorgeous house and you couldn’t have asked for anything better. When you pulled up to the property, the first thing you saw was the expansive front lawn, winding stone path with a matching driveway which led to the huge double garage where you already knew you’d spend a lot of your time. The house itself was clad with dark oak panels which matched the front porch and door and all of the windows were massive, allowing for plenty of natural light - the bay window in the front room was one of the main reasons you’d chosen the house.
“I’m in the wrong business,” Chibs elbowed you playfully. “Should be writing books instead of fixing cars.” You smiled at him. “I don’t make that much.” He guffawed. “No need to be modest, love.”
Most of the Sons were helping you move into your home. The midday sun beat down on your back as you hauled box after box into the house - you’d finally arranged for the rest of your belongings to be shipped to California with your overly-helpful assistant who you’d been eager to leave behind. Happy and Juice were upstairs putting your bed together, Chibs and Jax were helping you with boxes, Gemma was unloading the massive grocery shop she’d just done for you in the kitchen and Clay and Tig were putting your bookcases together. You paused in the doorway after dumping a box on the floor to catch your breath and put your hair up. Winters in Colorado might have been unforgiving, but summers in California were downright lethal.
“Slackin’ already?” Chibs teased.
You flipped him off and headed through to the kitchen for a glass of water. Gemma took one sight of your flustered self and started making fresh lemonade.
“You don’t have to do that.” “I was gonna do it anyway, might as well start now,” She smiled. “How’s it goin’?” “Good, almost done with the boxes. Unpacking them is gonna be the fun part.” You rolled your eyes. “We’ll do it tomorrow night if you like? We’ll open a bottle of wine, order some takeout.” You grinned. “That sounds great, thanks Gem.” “You’re coming to Bobby’s party tonight, right?” “Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” You assured her. “I’m glad he’s finally getting out.” “Me too. Hey, maybe he’ll get his guitar out and you guys can sing like you used to.” “Maybe.”
You looked back on these particular memories fondly. Growing up, Bobby had taught you how to play the guitar and you’d learned that you could actually sing pretty well if you put your mind to it. You’d spent countless afternoons with him learning different songs and losing track of time. He was just as much your uncle as Clay was and you had a very strong bond with him. To say you were excited for him to be getting out of jail would be an understatement.
“I’m gonna go and see how Juice and Hap are getting on upstairs.” “Okay darl. I’ll call you when the lemonade is ready.”
In your bedroom, Juice and Happy were arguing over which part screwed into which. All of the bedrooms in your new house had a Juliette balcony and the guys had thrown the doors wide open to let in some fresh air. They were both shirtless, a sight that wasn’t exactly unwelcome. When they saw you standing in the doorway, Juice and Happy both looked up.
“Why’d you have to buy the most complicated bed in the world?” Juice whined. “There’s like a thousand parts to this thing.” You shrugged. “It was the biggest one they had.” “Why’d you need a Queen sized bed when it’s just you sleepin’ in it?” Chibs came up behind you with a large box labelled bedroom and nudged you to the side with it. “You can’t say that to a lady, Juicy Boy,” He chastised. “How do ye know she’s gonna be alone in that bed forever?” Juice frowned. “I don’t, but-” “Quit yer moanin’,” He interjected. “And get back to work.”
Chibs smirked at you on his way out and you couldn’t help but smirk back - you had no idea where this flirty banter had come from, but you weren’t exactly opposed to it. Juice seemed to catch on to this and immediately diverted his gaze from you back to the instruction manual for your bed. You knew he had a bit of a thing for you and if you were being completely honest with yourself, seeing him shirtless covered in a sheen of sweat that glistened in the sun had forced you to see him in a new light. Literally. Happy watched you come to this conclusion with an amused look on his face, and you headed back downstairs before he could say anything to you about it.
Seeing everyone bustling around your house, helping you to make it a home, made you happier than you had been since the early days in Colorado, except this was even better because your family was a part of it. There was a box labelled keepsakes in front of you, and it had sparked your curiosity. You took your keys out of your pocket and sliced through the tape. Inside the box were your photo albums, some of your old journals, your film camera and a bunch of used rolls of film. This was a hobby from your teenage years and there had been a period where you weren’t spotted without this camera on you. In the top of the box was a pack of new film which you decided to load into the camera; chances were it wouldn’t even work, but you decided if it meant you’d be able to commemorate this day, it would be worth a try.
You pointed the camera at Clay and Tig who were both bent over one of your obnoxiously large bookcases. Your uncle noticed the camera and grinned at you.
“Haven’t seen that thing in years.” “Neither have I,” You confessed. “I forgot I had it.” He came over to where you were standing. “You got any of your old pictures?” You gestured towards the box of albums. “I still need to get the later ones developed. I think it’d be cool to see what’s on those rolls.”
Clay picked out an album at random and flipped to the first page. There were three photos: one of Gemma and Clay in Christmas hats kissing underneath the mistletoe, one of you and Jax opening gifts that Gemma must have taken and one of Jax by himself, grinning like a fool at the camera. Your chest ached at the thought of simpler times, and judging by the look on Clay’s face, he was thinking the exact same thing. He turned to the next page which was full of photos that had been taken on the same day. There was Piney in one of the paper Christmas crowns you got from crackers, Opie and Jax playing cards at the dinner table, Gemma in the kitchen fussing over the roast and Clay looking very regal with a cigar at the head of the table. There was also a photo of you and your uncle taken by Jax, which Clay slid out of it’s spot.
“Can I have this one?” “Sure,” You said. “I think I’m gonna frame some of these for the house. Seems like such a waste, keeping them all shut in a box.” “You should start taking pictures again,” He suggested. You’d never really thought about it. “I don’t even know why I stopped.”
Although when you thought about it, you did know why you’d stopped. You took photos of the people you loved and cared about - the people you were scared of losing - and when you moved to Colorado you left all of those people behind. For you, there was nobody worth photographing in Denver because they were all in Charming.
And here they all were, right in front of you. You lifted the camera to your face and snapped a candid shot of Chibs and Jax smoking on the porch, laughing at a shared inside joke. It was definitely one for the wall.
“Lemonade!” Gemma called from inside the house.
You found the strap for the camera inside the box so you could put it around your neck. Tig and Clay disappeared to get a drink and you realised just how parched you actually were. You bent over and lifted the box so it was out of the way, and when you looked up, you met Chibs’ eye as he and Jax made their way through to the kitchen. A strange feeling settled over you when he winked at you for the second time that day, but before you could unpack it, Juice came bounding down the staircase, almost knocking you out.
He seemed to have perfect timing.
-
Later that same day, you were getting ready for the party. Everyone had gone home just an hour earlier after a big dinner at your new house cooked by you and Gemma; you had Christened the new dining table and poured over the old photo albums you’d stumbled upon, much to everyone’s amusement. Juice and Happy were especially taken with the photographs as they’d all been struggling to picture you being a part of this unusual life they all led. But, as it turned out, you’d once fitted perfectly - before they’d even known what paths they’d take in life - and even though they didn’t say it out loud they all thought that you still fitted perfectly. Especially now that you had a bike of your own.
You were sitting cross-legged in front of your full-length mirror doing your makeup (your vanity was one of the things that hadn’t gotten done today) and singing along to the music that was playing loudly from your home sound system, another one of the things that had sold you on the property. It was so loud that you almost missed the sound of your doorbell ringing. You paused the song and waited to see if your ears were deceiving you, which apparently they hadn’t been because the doorbell was indeed ringing.
When you went down to open the door, you were more than just a little bit surprised by the person standing on the other side of it.
“Sup Doc,” You forced a smile.
You didn’t like Tara, but if she and Jax were serious about giving things another shot then you would tolerate her. If Jax could forgive her (and you) for splitting, then you supposed you could too. Maybe. She held a bunch of flowers out to you and you took them.
“Little homecoming gift,” She said. “This place is gorgeous.” “Thanks. They say home is where the heart is.” “Your writing has really taken off then?” “Majorly,” You told her about all of your books and some upcoming deals you had with publishing houses. “Hey, do you wanna come in? I’m getting ready for Bobby’s party, but we can talk at the same time.” Tara smiled. “Sure.”
You were surprised by how easily you and Tara fell back into step. You spent the next hour catching each other up on everything you’d missed since you’d both moved away from Charming, and you started to wonder whether it might be easier than you were expecting to forgive her. You arranged for dinner and cocktails the following week to talk some more.
“You’re really not gonna come to the club with me?” Tara laughed nervously. “It’s really not my scene. Plus, me and Jax aren’t in the best place, we need to sit down and talk properly before I start showing up at the club.” You rolled your eyes. “I don’t give a fuck about Jax, I’m inviting you. So will you come? Please? I’d kill to have another girl around.” She smiled genuinely and you could tell that she was relieved that you both seemed to be on the same page again. “Fine, fine. I’ll come.”
-
You and Tara started turning heads the minute you pulled into the lot. It was like being sixteen again. She was on the back of your Harley and you had to admit, you’d done an amazing job with her hair and makeup. You’d also lent her one of your favourite tops, and she looked great in it. Clay and Tig were having a hostile-looking conversation with a pompous looking asshole in a suit, so you and Tara went straight inside to get some beers. Jax spotted you first and started waving you over, but then he saw Tara and stopped. He seemed shocked to see the two of you together and you couldn’t really blame him. Tara went over to speak to him and you took the opportunity to welcome Bobby home.
“Munson!” You yelled. He turned around and when he saw that it was you, he gave you a huge bear hug. “Thanks for coming, Y/N.” “You really think I’d miss this? Hell no. Let me get you a beer.” “Oh, he moved on from beer a little while ago,” Chibs appeared at your side, smirking knowingly. “He might be better suited to a round of shots.” You grinned. “Shots for everyone then,” You turned around and yelled at the Prospect. “Shots for everyone, Sack!”
You ended up spending the majority of the night heavily drinking with the guys. Tara and Jax left pretty early, probably to have that ‘chat’ Tara was talking about earlier. You and Juice were currently seeing who could down the most vodka without throwing up. You won this little competition and Juice had to sprint to the bathroom before he threw up everywhere.
“You’re like a machine,” Half Sack said. “How can you drink that shit without puking. Tastes like gasoline.” You shrugged. Juice had reappeared looking a little bit worse for wear. “Guess I can just handle my booze, unlike some.” Chibs elbowed Juice. “Yer pathetic, ye know that?” Juice rolled his eyes. “Yeah, thanks Chibs.”
Bobby - along with most of the other guys - had either disappeared with a girl or was occupied with one on a couch or table. There was a couple of crow eaters sitting on bar stools giving you the evils, probably jealous of your closeness to the Sons. You hadn’t had to whore yourself in order to get into their good graces and they seemed to have actual respect for you, something they weren’t familiar with. You ignored their glares and focused your attention on Juice who looked like he needed to puke again.
“You look like death.” You said. Chibs laughed. “She’s got a point. Maybe you should call it a night, aye?” “Yeah,” He agreed. “I’m gonna head to bed.” “See you in the morning, Juicy,” You smiled. “Night, Y/N.”
Juice dragged himself off to the dorms and you took yourself outside for a cigarette. Chibs followed you and when you perched yourself on one of the picnic benches, he sat next to you.
“That poor lad almost drank himself into a coma tryin’ to keep up with you,” He pointed out. “He really likes ya.” This was getting harder and harder to deny. “So?” “So, if you like him too, you should tell him,” Chibs offered you one of his cigarettes and you accepted it. “And if not, you should tell him that too. Wouldn’t want anyone getting their hopes up.” You raised a brow. You liked Chibs, he’d been here before you left but you still didn’t know him that well. “What’s this got to do with you?” “I like Juice, I sponsored him when he was a prospect,” Chibs explained. “He’s got a soft heart.” “Yeah, I’m gathering that.”
You looked at Chibs, really looked at him for the first time. There was something inherently dangerous about the man that went beyond surface level things like his scars and his kutte. You could practically feel the electrical current that thrummed through his veins, the sometimes brutal strength that coursed through his blood. His dark hair was peppered with grey and when he leaned over slightly to light his cigarette, it fell into his eyes. He ran his slender fingers through it and glanced up at you, catching your gaze.
“What?” He asked. “Nothing,” You said. “Just thinking.” “Thinking about what?” “I never thought I’d be back here,” You admitted, the alcohol giving you freedom of speech. “I thought that when I left five years ago, I was turning my back on Charming.” “And now?” “And now I can’t even remember why I wanted to leave in the first place.”
The next morning, you woke up to Gemma bringing you a tray with breakfast, coffee and fresh juice on it. Your hangover wasn’t too bad since you hadn’t drunk that much, but you were extremely grateful for the meal. You thanked her and she perched at the end of your bed and drank her own cup of coffee while giving you a rundown on what she’d be getting up to that day.
“Meet me at TM at about 2:30,” She told you. “And then we’ll go to the viewing together.” “Sounds good,” You grinned. “Anything you want me to do this morning?” “You just worry about getting settled in, okay?” “Okay. Hey, there’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you.” “What’s up?” “Are Jax and Tara back together?” You knew he’d tell you eventually, but you didn’t want to wait to have your suspicions confirmed. “Pretty much,” She sighed. “I don’t think it’s a good idea, personally, but try telling that to Jax.”
You remembered the way things ended between the two of them all too well and it pained you to imagine him going through all of that again. If Tara was here to stay then fine, but if she planned on packing up and splitting again, you’d personally hunt her down and kill her.
“If he brings it up to me, I’ll tell him exactly what I think.” Gemma sipped her coffee. “He might actually listen to you.” You scoffed. “We’ll see.” “What about you, darl? Got a special someone I should know about?”
You shovelled a forkful of scrambled eggs into your mouth and thought about a possible answer to that question. There had been someone, but it hadn’t ended well for anyone involved and the breakup was one of the things that had pushed you into making the decision to move back to Charming. As much as you wanted to talk to Gemma about all of this - she always was the one to go to whenever you needed to get anything off your chest - you didn’t know whether it was a good time, and you didn't’ want her to think that it was the only reason you’d come home.
“Nobody,” You said. “Thank God. Haven’t got the energy for any men in my life right now. They’re far too much work.” “Amen to that,” She offered you a sympathetic smile. “The prospect seemed to take a shine to you.” “Half-sack? He’s cute, but not my type.” “Probably for the best. He just got his heart broken.” “Oh yeah?” “Yeah,” She shook her head. “It’d take me all damn day to tell you that story. Plenty of time for that.” “2:30 at TM?” “Yes, I’ll see you then.”
You finished your breakfast and got ready for the day, taking your time to shower, do your hair and put a little bit of makeup on. You’d almost forgotten how to dress for the hot, Californian summers, but you found a pair of blue denim Dickies overalls in your chest of drawers, one of the many things you hadn’t taken with you to Colorado. Underneath, you threw on a white bralette since it was too warm for much else and then you laced up your Docs. Since you had a few hours to kill before your house viewing, you decided to head over to Opie’s to see Donna and the kids.
There were two bikes on the drive which meant that both Opie and Jax were there. Donna opened the door and beamed when she saw that it was you. “Y/N!” She pulled you in for a hug. “Ope said you were back! I didn’t know whether to believe him or not.” “Well, here I am,” You grinned. “How you been?” “Oh, you know, gettin’ by. How about you?” “Pretty good. Got sick of the mountains.” You followed her through to the kitchen where she was preparing lemonade. “Want some?” “Please. Jax and Ope out back?” “Yeah, they’re digging through all our old baby shit, trying to find some stuff for Abel. He’s coming home soon.” “I never thought I’d see the day where Jax had a kid.” “Neither did I,” She replied. “I think it’ll be good for him. It was for Opie, kinda forced him to pull his head out of his ass.” You laughed. “Yeah, having kids seems to have that effect on men.”
You caught up while Donna finished making the lemonade and then you helped her take a couple of glasses out to the guys. When Jax and Opie saw you, they both kissed your forehead by way of greeting.
“What are you doing here?” Jax asked. “Came to see Donna,” You explained. “Find anything for the baby?” “Yeah, crib and a carseat. How much you want for this stuff, Ope?” Opie waved a hand dismissively. “Don’t worry about it.”
Both you and Jax noticed Donna flinch at this, so you struck up a conversation with Opie while Jax gave Donna some cash on the down low. You offered him a cigarette from your pack and lit one for yourself, listening to Opie talk about his job chipping wood and how much he hated it. You suspected it would only be a matter of time before he jacked it in and went back to the club full time, but you kept this thought to yourself.
“What about you, are you working on anything new?” “Got a couple new ideas,” You said. “Thinking of writing a book about Charming and all of the crazy shit that happens.” Opie grinned. “We better get some of the royalties.” “Of course, I’ll split it 50/50 with the club.” You and Opie sat down on the decking and smoked your cigarettes. “So, why are you really back?” He asked. “Last time we spoke you were doing just fine. Didn’t you have a boyfriend?” You swallowed thickly. “That’s over. He was an asshole.” Opie raised a brow. “Why?” Out of everyone, Opie was the one you felt most comfortable with and you used to share everything growing up, but you knew you had to be careful about how you phrased this because you knew he’d get on his bike and go and tear your ex’s head off. “We fought a lot, he got physical a few times and I just knew I had to get out of there before I did something stupid like marry him.” “Shit Y/N, why didn’t you tell anyone?” “Can you imagine?” You snorted. “Jax, Clay and Gemma would have all been in prison right next to you if I’d told them.” “Good point. Still wish you hadn’t gone through that all alone.” “Me too,” You sighed and rested your head on his shoulder. “I got pregnant.” “You what?” You looked to Jax and Donna to make sure they weren’t listening. “I couldn’t stand the thought of raising a kid with him, and I wasn’t ready to do it on my own, so I got rid of it.” “Shit.” “Yeah.” “That’s why you’re back?” He murmured, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. “Too many bad memories in Denver. I had to get out, come back and be with my family.” “For what it’s worth, I think it’s good that you’re back.” “Me too, Ope. Me too.”
-
You left your bike at TM while you and Gemma went to view your potential new house on the other side of town. It was a gorgeous little place, three bedrooms, two bathrooms and tons of outdoor space. You planned on turning one of the guest bedrooms into a home office where you could write and the garage was more than big enough for you to work on your bike when you needed to. Sure, you could afford a bigger place, but you didn’t need it. Gemma seemed to agree that it was pretty much perfect for you, and the estate agent told you that you could collect the keys at the end of the week. With that, you were officially the owner of real estate in Charming, and you couldn’t be more relieved. On the drive back to TM, you and Gemma discussed shipping the rest of your belongings to California, colour schemes for the bedrooms and which bedroom she’d sleep in when she needed a break from Clay. You felt lighter than you had in months and even though you’d grown up in Charming, it was a fresh start for you, a way to put all of the shit you’d dealt with over the last year behind you.
“Abel comes home in a few days,” She said. “I’m throwing a party.” “I’d expect nothing less.” “You gonna be there?” “Of course I’ll be there. Jax made me Abel’s Godmother.” “He did?” “Yeah, yesterday when we went to the hospital.” Gemma smiled fondly. “Abel’s lucky to have you. You’re gonna make a great mother someday.” You flinched. “Thanks, Gem.”
When you got back to TM, it was pretty much empty. The guys were on club business so you asked Gemma if you could use one of the bays to tinker with your bike for a couple hours until they got back, and of course she said yes. You made yourself some coffee and went to work, thankful to have something to keep you occupied for a while. When you worked on your bike, your mind didn’t have a lot of places it could run to, so it kept your thoughts in check and prevented you from spiralling, something that you were in danger of doing a lot these days. You hardly looked up from your bike for the next few hours and by the time you heard the familiar rumble of engines coming into the lot, it was well past five.
Juice appeared beside you, startling you slightly. He was admiring your Harley, watching you work on it.
When you locked eyes, he checked himself. “Sorry,” He grinned. “It really is beautiful.” “It’s alright. I know.” You mirrored his contagious smile and his seemed to grow. “I was gonna work on mine,” He mentioned. “Mind if I join you?” “Not at all. Sorry, I kinda set up shop.” “S’okay. Just don’t tell Tiggy that you’re using his tools.” “Tiggy can kiss my ass.”
That’s how you ended up spending the entire evening with Juice Ortiz, working on your bikes, cracking open a few beers, ordering some pizza and getting to know each other. You liked how easy it was to be yourself around him, how comfortable he made you feel. He was kind hearted and soft in nature and talking with him quieted your deafening intrusive thoughts to a low murmur. He told you about his past, how he came to be a Son and how he felt about being a part of the MC, and in turn you told him about your childhood in Charming and the first few years in Colorado, bulldozing over the parts about your abusive ex. From one of the picnic benches outside of the clubhouse, Jax and Opie watched this entire exchange.
“You think he likes her?” Opie asked. “Probably, but Y/N would eat him alive.” They both laughed. “She told me some pretty heavy shit earlier. She was seeing a guy but he turned out to be a shithead.” Jax’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?” “He used to beat on her. She downplayed it, but I think it was pretty serious. Must have been for her to pack up and move back to Charming.” “Can we find out who it was?” Jax growled. “Denver isn’t that far.” “Y/N would flip her shit,” Opie shook his head. “If she wanted us to do something about it, she would have told us about it when it was happening.” “I don’t like the idea of this guy getting away with it.” “Neither do I, but we gotta respect her judgement.” “Juice might be good for her,” Jax contemplated. “Maybe.”
You felt your brothers’ eyes on you and turned around. It was obvious that they were talking about you, and when Jax looked at Juice and then back at you with a subtle wink, you flipped him off. Juice didn’t catch any of this, thankfully.
“I’m gonna head home,” He told you. “Got an early start.” You nodded. “I won’t be far behind you,” He started packing up his tools as you had no idea what came over you, but you found yourself asking, “You going to Abel’s homecoming party?” “Yeah, I’ll be there.” “Cool,” You smiled. “I’ll see you there.” “Not if I see you first.”
Juice shrugged into his kutte and put on his helmet, giving you a small wave as he pulled out of the garage. As soon as he turned the corner, Opie, Jax and Tig approached you, shit-eating grins spread across their faces. You already knew what was coming.
“You and Juicey, huh?” Tig probed. “Clay is gonna cut his head off.” “No, not ‘me and Juicey,’” You argued, wiping your oily hands on the front of Tig’s shirt. “I’ve only just met him.” “That’s never stopped anyone before,” He smirked. “Well, it stops me. I’m not looking for anything serious.” “That’s what they all say.” You chose to ignore Tig, which seemed to be the best way to deal with him. “Jax, I’m gonna head out. Can we go and see Abel?” “Course, babe,” He wrapped his arm around your waist. “I’m picking Tara up anyway.” “Mhm. You and the Doc seem to be getting pretty cosy again.” “Don’t you start, you sound just like my mother.” “I’m gonna choose to take that as a compliment.”
-
The next few days passed by relatively quickly. You spent most of your time helping out at the garage, whether that be doing paperwork and admin stuff with Gemma or working on the cars with Juice and the Prospect. The club seemed to be knee-deep in bullshit and you didn’t see a whole lot of them, but everyone made sure to be there for Abel’s coming home party. It had been a long time since you’d been to Jax’s house and it was a lot tidier than the last time you’d been there thanks to Gemma.
When you walked in with Jax and Abel, the whole room broke out into cheers and you had to swallow the ginormous lump that had formed in your throat; you’d forgotten just how tight-knit of a family you’d left behind, the way they celebrated each other’s milestones as though they were celebrating one of their own. Jax was cradling his baby in his arms, introducing him to anybody that hadn’t met him yet, and you stood back and let him have his moment. It surprised you just how natural Jax was with Abel, how quickly he’d adapted to the role of a father, because the last time you’d seen him he was about as mature as an eighteen year old boy, maybe even less so. Juice came and stood next to you, following your gaze to Jax and Abel.
“You want kids someday?” You asked by way of greeting. “Probably,” He replied. “Makes me want one, you know? Seeing Jax like that.” You nodded. “He made me Abel’s godmother.” “Really? That’s great.” Juice beamed. “Yeah, I couldn’t quite believe it.” “Do you want kids?” You cursed yourself internally. It was your own fault for bringing the topic up. “Maybe if I find the right person to have them with.” Juice agreed. “Must be scary. Bringing a life into the world and being responsible for them for the rest of yours.” “That’s very deep,” You looked at him. “I need a fucking drink.” He chuckled. “I’ll get you a beer.” “Thanks, Juicey.”
He fetched you both a bottle of beer and gestured towards the couch. You ended up being sandwiched between Juice and Piney, which made for some interesting conversation. It was nice to catch up with the old man after so long and you could tell that he’d missed having you around. In some ways, you’d been closer to him than Clay growing up, probably because you spent so much time at Opie’s.
“I bought copies of all your books,” Piney smiled fondly. “Don’t read much, but I read all yours.” Maybe it was hormones or maybe you were overwhelmed with all the emotions that came with being home, but you felt like crying again. “What did you think?” “I liked ‘em all, always knew you’d make it big someday.” “Thanks, Piney. I’ll come over and sign all your copies.” You grinned. “Don’t let your ego get away from you, now,” He ruffled your hair, just like he used to when you were a kid.
The party went on for hours. At one point, you found yourself on the couch holding Abel and catching up with your Uncle Clay. Everything was going fine, despite the fact that Wendy was at the party, shooting daggers at Jax and Tara the entire time. You suspected it had caused a fight between the two since they’d disappeared a little while ago and nobody had seen either of them since. As the night wore on, people gradually started to head home. You were staying to help clean up, so you remained on the couch with the baby, attempting to have a civil conversation with Wendy without ripping her head off.
Donna came over with the two kids who each gave baby Abel a kiss. “Y/N, I’m just taking these two home but then I’m comin’ back to help clean up, okay?” “Sure thing. Gem said she needs dishwasher tablets, do you think you could grab some on the way back?” “Yeah no worries. I’ll only be fifteen minutes or so.” You smiled at her. “Okey dokey.”
When Donna left, you handed the baby over to Wendy and went to find Jax. He was standing outside having a smoke, clearly pissed off after his fight with Tara. He handed you a cigarette without saying a word and you accepted it, digging around in your pocket for your lighter until he handed you his.
“Thanks,” You mumbled. “No worries.” You cleared your throat, unsure of how best to go about this. “So, you and Tara picking up where you left off?” “Tryin’ to.” “How’s it going?” “We’re figurin’ it out as we go,” He explained. “I suppose there’s always gonna be that voice in the back of my head telling me that she’s gonna leave again.”
You liked that you and Jax were still able to talk in this unfiltered way like you used to when you were younger; it proved that your relationship was pretty much bulletproof if you could go five years without seeing one another and still have deep chats over a smoke.
“Yeah, but that’s to be expected,” You assured him. “Why’d she come back?” “You gotta promise not to tell anyone.” He said. You narrowed your eyes but held out your pinky. After a beat, he looped his through yours. “I promise.” “She came back to get away from this creepy fed who was stalking her. This was the only place she felt safe.” You let out a long breath of smoke. “Shit. She’s always running from something.” “Yep.” “So what happened to the fed?” Jax gave you a stern look which was all the information you needed. “Ah.” “You came back at a weird time.” “It would seem that way.” Jax put an arm around your shoulder and you wrapped yours around his waist, leaning into the hug. “It’s good to have you back.” “It’s good to be back.”
You felt at peace, like your heart and soul were finally beginning to mend now that you were home. Millions of stars littered the night sky, shining down on you like well-wishes, and you allowed yourself to get lost in your brother’s embrace; there was nothing quite as comforting in the whole entire world.
But you should have known not to get too comfortable, because not ten minutes later Jax’s phone rang.
: Y/N Morrow is over the moon to be moving back to Charming after spending years away from her family, but they know that something isn’t right. What went so wrong that she had to pack up and move all the way back to California, and what will happen when the past she was running from follows her home?
You pulled into the lot of Teller-Morrow Automotive, the deafening roar of your Harley Davidson’s engine announcing your arrival to everyone. You hadn’t told anybody that you were coming and you knew it would be a surprise, especially for your Uncle Clay, and to say that you were excited to see their reactions was the understatement of the year. A line of black bikes were lined up outside the shop, glistening in the scorching, mid-afternoon sun, a telltale sign that most of the Sons were either in church or working in the garage. An unfamiliar blonde guy in a Prospect kutte climbed out of the Teller-Morrow pick-up when he saw you pull in, an inquisitive look on his face. You parked your bike at the very end of the row and took off your helmet, shaking out your Y/H/C curls and getting a carton of cigarettes out of the pocket of your worn leather jacket. The Prospect watched this little show with an open-mouth, and you couldn’t help but toy with him a bit by offering him a cigarette.
“Smoke?” “Uh, n-no thank you,” He stammered. “I’m all good.” He took out his own pack as if to prove this to you. You flashed him your best man eating grin, one that you had been perfecting since your teenage years. “What’s your name, Prospect?” “Half-sack,” He informed you with an embarrassed, lop-sided grin. “That your real name?” “Er, no.” “Do I wanna know why they call you that?” “Probably not.” “Where are the guys?” “I got no idea. You know them?” You smirked. “Guess you could say that. Clay’s my uncle.” “No shit! I didn’t know he had any family besides Gemma.” “Most people don’t. So, is he here?” “He’s probably in the office,” He admired your bike, your pride and joy. “Nice ride.” “Thanks. 883 Superlow. Did all the mods myself.” Half-sack raised a brow. “Clay teach you?” “Jax and Ope, too. And Piney,” You took a long drag of your cigarette. After riding up from Colorado, you were exhausted. It had taken you almost two days and you had only stopped for a short period of time in a dusty old Motel, so it was safe to say that you needed a drink, a few cigarettes and a nap. “As much as I’d love to sit here all day telling you my life story, I should probably let the others know I’m here. It was nice meeting you, Half-sack.” “Yeah, you too…” He trailed off. “I didn’t get your name.” “Y/N Morrow.”
You put out your cigarette with the heel of your boot and headed in the direction of the Clubhouse. It was just as you had remembered it and you couldn’t decide whether this was comforting or not. The smell of smoke and whiskey hit you the minute you walked through the doors, and the chapel doors were closed and it seemed that all the guys were in there, so you took it upon yourself to fix yourself a drink or three while you waited. They were in there a while, and Gemma ended up being the first person other than Half-Sack to greet you.
“Y/N!” She yelled, almost pulling you off the barstool you were perched on in an attempt to hug you. “What are you doing here?! Why didn’t you call?!” You wrapped your arms around her, relaxing instantly. Words couldn’t express how good it felt to be home. “Wanted to surprise you.” “Well, that’s one word for it darlin’,” She held your shoulders, taking in your appearance. “You ride all the way here from Denver?” “Yeah, I thought it’d be hell, but the ride did me good.” “Have you seen Clay yet? He’s gonna lose his shit. What’s it been, five years?” “About that, yeah.”
You didn’t want to talk about those five years you’d spent in Denver. When you left Charming and your entire family behind, you knew it wouldn’t be easy, but you felt like you’d never leave home if you didn’t bite the bullet and take a job opportunity that had fallen in your lap. Clay and Gemma had pretty much raised you - your parents were deadbeats, and a sore spot for your uncle - and Jax was pretty much your brother, so leaving had been one of the hardest things for you, but you had spent those five years finding yourself, growing and working on your writing. It had been one long breath of fresh air, a taste of life away from the Sons of Anarchy, but you missed your family and were ready to move back home to be closer to them. And that’s exactly what you told Gemma.
“You got a place to stay, baby?” She asked. “Not yet, but I’m looking at a little house tomorrow afternoon. Buttersweet Rise.” Gemma raised a brow. “That’s a nice neighbourhood. Your books are selling well, I take it?” “Well enough,” You grinned. “I’ll go with you, make sure the landlord doesn’t take any liberties. Stay at our place until you get sorted.” “Thanks, Gem.”
The chapel doors swung open and the guys’ voices spilled out; they were talking and laughing about something, but when they saw you and Gemma sat at the bar, all the voices stopped. Jax was the first one to say anything.
“You gotta be shittin’ me!” He yelled, basically running at you. You met him halfway and let him pick you up and spin you around, sending you into fits of giggles. “Hey, big bro.” He set you down but didn’t let you of you. You looped your arms around his neck. “What are you doing here? Did you ride all the way from Denver?” “Yup. I’m coming home.” “What do you mean? For good?” “If that’s okay with you.” Jax grinned and picked you up again. “Of course it’s okay with me.”
When Jax moved aside, Clay was already waiting with open arms. In a weird way, you felt eleven years old again, tucking yourself into your uncle’s arms and feeling the world and it’s pressures melt away. He held you like that for a long time, and kissed the top of your head.
“It’s good to see you, my love.” “You too, Clay. I missed you.” “I wish you would’ve called. Me and Jax would have ridden halfway and met you.” “It’s okay, the journey did me good.” Piney hugged you and kissed both of your cheeks, clearly over the moon to see you. “Gonna call Ope,” He told you. “He’ll wanna come down here and see you.” You looked to your uncle. “When did he get out the clink?” “Few months ago,” He explained. “Donna wants him earning straight, so he’s not around as much as he used to be.”
Bobby and Tig came and hugged you and introduced you to Juice who hadn’t been there when you’d left. He seemed nice enough, someone you could get along and have a laugh with. Chibs was the last one to greet you. The Scotsman took his time taking in your appearance as though he was making sure you were still whole after all this time. Once he was satisfied, he wrapped his strong arms around your waist and held you close for a few moments before letting you go. Overall, it was a fairly weird exchange, but you didn’t have time to unpack that right now.
“Jax,” You said, spinning around. “You gotta come see my bike.” He grinned. “Come on then. We got a lot of catching up to do.”
-
Jax wasn’t kidding when he said that the two of you had a lot of catching up to do. The last time you’d spoken, Wendy had just found out that she was pregnant and Jax was a little messed up about it all. Since then, the crank whore you’d despised from the word ‘go’ had almost killed her baby, had to have a premature c-section and had been shipped off to rehab for what felt like the hundredth time. The baby was due home any day now, and his name was Abel.
“That’s a beautiful name, Jax,” You said. “I can’t wait to meet him.” “I’m going to the hospital later on, you should come with me. I’m sure Tara will be surprised to see you.” “Tara?” “She had the same idea as you, apparently. She’s moved back into her Pa’s old place.” “Shit, I didn’t even know,” You leaned against your bike, which Jax was inspecting while he filled you in on everything you had missed, which was clearly a lot. “Haven’t spoken to her in a couple years.” “Yeah, no shit. You basically fell off the face of the earth.” You folded your arms. “I needed space.” “And now?” “It gets lonely up in the Rockies.” Jax laughed. “So you made your fortune and now you’re back in Charming. What’s next?” You lit a cigarette and offered one to Jax. He took one from the carton and gestured for your lighter. “No idea. Maybe I’ll write a book about Charming.” “The amount of shit that’s been happening, you won’t be short of ideas,” Jax took a drag of his cigarette and crouched down to take a closer look at your bike. “This must have set you back a pretty penny. When you left, you were on a piece of shit Street Rod.” “She wasn’t a piece of shit,” You frowned. “Me and Ope fixed her up, she ran just fine.” “I’m surprised she didn’t give up on you halfway to Denver.” “It’s still in my garage,” You told him defensively. “When the rest of my shit gets shipped down here, she’s coming with.” Jax rolled his eyes and smiled. “Always the sentimental one.”
Opie pulled into the lot in his truck, a black and white bandanna keeping the sweat from dripping down his face. He was dressed casually in jeans and a flannel shirt and he was covered in sawdust, presumably from the job that Jax was telling you about (the job that was making him miserable) but you ran at him anyway, squealing in delight when he picked you up. Jax might have been your brother by family connection, but Opie was your brother too. You and him spent the same amount of time together growing up than you did with Jax, maybe even more, and he had taught you pretty much everything you knew about bikes.
“God, I missed you,” You sighed. “It’s been too long.” “Yeah,” He scoffed, setting you down. “And whose fault is that?” “Mine,” You said sheepishly. “But I’m back now. Back for good.” “Get bored of Colorado?” “Nah, I just missed my brothers.” Opie softened and put an arm around your shoulders. “That yours?” He asked, gesturing to your cherry red bike. “Yup.” “Talk about an upgrade.” Jax smirked. “I was just sayin’ the same thing,” He said.
You spent the next hour talking about bikes and everything else you’d missed with Jax and Opie, blissfully unaware of the passing of time. Opie had to get home to see Donna and the kids, so you and Jax headed to St Thomas’ to see the baby. You also suspected that it was to get you out of the way so Gemma could organise a little homecoming for you at the Clubhouse - true SOA style - but you didn’t want to get your hopes up.
Abel was dozing in his bassinet, and the first thing you noticed when you entered the room was his blue Sons of Anarchy hat. “Start them out young,” You said.
“Exactly.”
Jax picked him up and handed him straight to you. You were taken aback by his tiny, perfect features and they way they resembled Jax’s. You sat down in the rocking chair and adjusted him in your arms so that he was more comfortable, and he stirred slightly, opening his eyes and looking up at you curiously. Your chest ached slightly and you couldn’t explain why since you had never really given kids a second thought before.
“Y/N?” Your head snapped up. Tara Knowles, your best friend throughout high school, was standing in the doorway holding a milk bottle and a clipboard. You had to admit, that uniform looked good on her. “Hey, Tara. Long time no see.” She looked to Jax and then back to you. “What are you doing here?” “Thought it was about time I came home. I could ask you the same question, doll.” She handed you the bottle and you smiled down at Abel who took it willingly. “There’s a good boy.” You didn’t miss the anxious glance she shared with Jax, and you made a mental note to ask him about it later. “I came to sort out my dad’s house, but I think I’ll stay put for a while.” “Me too.” “We should go for drinks.” “I’d like that.” “You should stop by the Clubhouse later,” He told her. “I think there’s gonna be a welcome home party for Y/N.” Tara nodded. “Sure, yeah. I’ll stop by after work.” You flashed her a grin. “I’ll see you then, Doctor.”
She left you and Jax to it, and you couldn’t help but laugh. You hadn’t seen her since she split for Chicago when you were just teenagers, which had been just as hard on you as it had on Jax but for different reasons. Growing up with guys meant that your friendship with Tara was respite, a way to get away from the chaos for a while, and you had felt the sting of her absence every single day up until you split too. You doubted you’d ever forgive her for it, and it was clear that she knew that.
“Go easy on her,” Jax warned. “She’s had a rough few weeks.” “Yeah? I had a few of those myself when she up and left without a warning.” “You can talk, Y/N.” “Hey, that was different.” “Not that different.” “I’m sorry, Jax.” “I know. We don’t need to talk about it, it’s in the past,” He ran his fingers through his hair that was in desperate need of a cut. “There’s somethin’ I wanna ask you.” “Uh-oh.” “It’s not bad, I promise.” “Go on then.” He crouched down next to the chair and let Abel wrap his tiny hand around one of his fingers. “I was wonderin’ if you’d be his godmother.” You froze. You were at a loss for words. “Really?” “There’s nobody else I’d trust to take care of him,” He said. “But you gotta promise that you’re sticking around this time.” You leaned over and kissed Jax’s forehead. “I promise, Jackson. I promise.”
-
By the time you got back to the Clubhouse, the party was already in full swing. You could hear the music from outside and it sounded like Gemma had invited every single person that had ever spoken two words to you. When you and Jax stepped in, the whole room erupted into cheers; there was a huge banner strung above the bar that looked like it had been made by Tig which read ‘Welcome Home Y/N’ in big, bold letters and you’d barely taken three steps when Juice pressed a drink into your hand. Clay put an arm around your waist and led you further into the crowd and you consequently spent the next hour and a half catching up with people you hadn’t seen since you left Charming.
Luann had cornered you and was telling you all about her business, trying to tempt you into starring in one of her movies. You couldn’t quite believe that she was trying this with you, but she insisted that you had the perfect body and face for it. When Happy came over and offered to get you another drink, you practically fell into his arms in an attempt to get away from her.
“Thanks for rescuing me, Happ.” “Looked like you needed it.” “You have no idea.” He unscrewed a beer for you and then got one for himself. “Still with Tacoma?” “For now. Thinking of going Nomad.” “No shit?” “Ma’s real sick, I need to be closer to her just in case, you know?” “Sorry, Happ,” You rested your head on his shoulder. You’d always gotten along well with Happy, even though he’d only just patched in when you left. “You know Clay will always have a seat for you at his table.” “Yeah, I know.” “And there’ll always be a seat at mine for you too, if you ever wanna talk.” He smiled. “Thanks, Y/N. It’s good to have you back.”
Happy left you at the bar and you downed your beer; you were in need of some liquid courage tonight. Tara had just walked in and was talking to Jax in the corner, so you didn’t want to bother them. Opie was nowhere to be seen, so you went and sat on one of the leather couches with Bobby, Tig and Chibs.
Tig pulled you into his lap. “Y/N! Where’ve you been, darlin’?” “Got cornered by Luann. She told me I have the perfect face for porn.” Bobby and Tig burst out laughing. “If ye ask me, that’d be a waste,” Chibs said. “Don’t tell Clay she said that,” Bobby chuckled. “He’d have Luann’s head.” “She’s not wrong, though.” You smacked Tig around the back of the head. “Fuck you, Tigger.” Chibs also smacked Tig, but significantly harder. “Yeah, that’s no way to talk to a lady,” He growled. You flushed. “Thanks, Chibsy.”
-
Gemma and Clay were sitting at the bar, watching you with Tig, Bobby and Chibs. As happy as she was that you were home, Gemma didn’t believe for a second that you’d come back to Charming because you were homesick. She knew you too well and as soon as she’d seen you sitting at the bar, three whiskeys deep at two in the afternoon, she knew that something wasn’t right. When she’d told Clay, he’d agreed. You’d sounded off on the phone the last few times he’d checked in and he’d known that it would only be a matter of time before you showed up.
“What do you think happened?” Gemma asked. “I don’t know, but I’m gonna find out.” “If she’s gonna tell anyone, it’ll be Opie.” Clay narrowed his eyes when Tig pulled you into his lap. “Yeah.” “Whatever it is, I’m glad she’s home.” Clay kissed his wife’s cheek. “Me too, baby. Me too.”
They were right of course, it wasn’t just homesickness that had sent you back to the worn streets of Charming, although that was part of it. Your time in Colorado had, for the most part, been an amazing and transformational experience, but the last couple of years had thrown you some unexpected curveballs which had ultimately sent you packing. In time, you’d come clean about all of this with your family, but tonight you were just more than happy to be home.
A/N: Requested by @aimkatsz, I’m sorry it’s a bit late but I hope you enjoy it! Absolute pure fluff, bit of writer’s liberty taken.
Plot: Christmas Three Things Prompt #8 - ice skating, pine trees, knitted socks
Word Count: 870
The pine scent is heavy, as she walks through the house. She yelps, something smacking her in the face.
“Sorry, hung that one a bit low.”
“Juice,” she begins, pulling the scarf away to see at least fifty car deoderisers, little trees hanging from strings above her. “What is going on?”
“Shh, baby, don’t lose the moment. It’s the middle of winter, it’s cold, we’re walking through a forest.”
Of these three things, two of them are true. Charming is in the midst of winter, the frost coming down off the mountains. Not quite cold enough for snow, but Juice rugs up on the bike now, and she makes cocoa in the evenings when he’s home. It’s a rare day that he’s home, and she looks forward to the afternoon plans Juice has made for them. She doesn’t expect this.
He moves her through the house, and she’s smiling, tries to work out what his plan is. She’s come home from doing some Christmas shopping, and Juice excitedly pulls her in to the living room, covering her eyes and leads her down the hall. The pine smell, the snow jacket he’s draped over her; unless he’s taking her to the snow and this is his roundabout way of telling her, she’s out of ideas.
She’s mentioned a few times how she wants to go to the snow, take a holiday, do all the cliche things one does when it snows. The thing she wants most is to go skating. There’s promises to take her, but she and Juice both know that won’t be happening for a while, not with club business. But it’s fun to dream and plan, for better times ahead.
He asks what she wants for Christmas, takes notes of the things she looks at while out shopping, things mentioned, but he knows exactly what she desires. So he makes it happen. Long nights out in the garage. He can’t do it without her knowing he’s up to something, but he can ban her from the double wide garage, knowing she’ll keep her promise not to look. He can send her out that day so he can set up it without her seeing, give her the full effect of the surprise. Hours of measuring, cutting, fixing, Googling. All for this moment, all worth it.
He gets to see her eyes light up, little tears forming in the corners as she tries to focus on the scene before her and not lose it behind the blur. When she spots the homemade ice rink in the backyard, she puts it all together. Trying to find the words between “how did you-” and “why-”.
“But I don’t have any ice skates!”
Juice chuckles, turning her to face him. “You really think I’m gonna make my baby her own ice rink and not buy her some skates?”
He heads off down the steps, pulling up a brand new pair, gesturing her to come down. She skips down the steps, treads across the grass to him, letting Juice sit her down. Her ankles rock loosely in the skates as she puts them on.
“They’re a bit big, I’ll have to go get more socks real quick!” She’s so excited, she nearly falls over in the skates as she tries to get to the house.
Juice chuckles, catching her, and reaches into his coat pocket. He pulls out a rolled up ball of… Something. Handing it to her, she pulls it apart, a pair of thick knitted socks. She beams, and they both get prepared to hit the ice.
Juice knows how to skate. Before Charming, California, there was Brooklyn. Brooklyn Christmas looked like shoplifting gifts at the mall, and snowball fights, and ice skating at the local hockey rink. Not all good memories as far as morals go, but to Juice, these were happier times. Those times are being replaced, over and over again as the days tick by with her.
He leads her on to the ice, gives her tips, holds her hands, lets her get her ice legs before hopping off the rink again. Pulling his boots on quickly, she watches as he scales the side of the garage, a large fan perched up on top. Juice flips the switch, and the wind blows down, bringing flurries of fake snow with it.
She delights, her smile wide and laughter full of disbelief. Her arms are stretched out as the snow drifts over her. She doesn’t see it right away, but Juice is snapping pictures of his girl like it’s her own winter Vogue cover shoot. When she does see him, she laughs again, and gestures him over to wrap him in her arms. He hugs her before pulling away again, and she clings to his arm.
“Just one more photo, I promise.”
The camera is set to 10 seconds, Juice sprints back to her, almost sliding on the ice. He doesn’t have time to put his skates back on, just enough time to slide his arms around her and smile at the beaming face that he gets to kiss, before the camera goes off and he catches another memory to hold dear to on the nights when he’s away.
“Merry Christmas, baby.”
omggggg it’s been so long since I’ve read a Juice fic, I didn’t realise how much I’ve missed soft Juicy! this was so gooooooood I love it
