I went back and forth on how to start this installment into Savannah Teller's life a few times, and thank you Love Ink for putting up with me! lol You've been a big help with this sequel, no doubt about that. I hope you all enjoy it! Fair warning, there are some scenes from the original story of Savannah in here, obviously editted to fit with Savannah and Juice's new history. I hope you all still stick around and review! I love hearing from you guys. I do not own anything in this chapter, besides my ocs, everything else belongs to their rightful owners.
Chapter 1
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Six years had passed since Juice had been arrested and sent to prison for whatever bullshit it was Luka had fed to the cops. He'd done his time and he'd paid his dues. When he'd gotten out, he only had one place he wanted to go. Wherever Savannah Teller was, and that just happened to be Charming, California. He wasn't sure what he expected to happen when he showed up, but it definitely wasn't to end up joining the club he'd wanted her away from all those year ago.
Savannah hadn't been here when he finally got to town. She'd gone to study a year abroad and she'd ended up staying a few months longer. He knew she'd love it there, it was why he'd set up the account for her in the first place. He wanted her to see the world, even if he wasn't there to see it. He wanted her to see everything, wanted her to see she could have a life out of Charming and the club. Ironic since his life brought him to Charming and the club.
Looking at the picture of the Perellis and him on his graduation day he'd kept over the years, he couldn't help but smile and hope they were doing okay. It'd been almost a year since he'd talked to them. He'd meant to keep in contact, and they had for the first year he was here, but life got in the way and people lost touch. He could still remember the last time he'd seen them like it was yesterday.
'Four years had passed since he got to see the outside. After collecting his things, he was released to the outside world. It was almost surreal, a dream he didn't believe would ever happen. He was certain he'd die before he'd be released. Now here he stood, chain free and no longer confined to a locked cell. He couldn't wait to eat actual food again, only a real home cooked meal would have to wait. Even after four years, he still had to hold up his end of his and Luka's deal.
He needed to get out of New York and never come back.
He'd written a letter to Mrs. and Mr. P a few weeks ago, telling them to sell all his stuff, car included, and if they could get him a bike. It'd be easier to drive around. He didn't have a home to go to, meaning most of his things were just taking up space. He just needed a bag of clothes, and cash for the road. Where would he go though? Did he have a destination in mind? He did, but he wasn't sure how good an idea it was.
Charming, California.
Mrs and Mr. P were waiting for him out in the parking lot. He was almost relieved to see them because he knew he wouldn't have the chance to go visit them before leaving town. His smile spread across his face when he saw the woman he considered a mother. She had tears running down her wrinkled face as she extended her arms to him. "Oh, mijo. Mijo, look at you. You're so handsome. Look at how you've grown." She doted on him, stroking his cheek as she took in how much he'd changed since he went in.
He'd got more meat on his bones since going in, mostly muscle. His hair had grown back in, some facial hair as well. If she didn't know any better, she'd think he grew taller as well. He wrapped his arms around the older woman, tears actually springing in his eyes. He'd missed her more than he'd like to admit. She was familiar to him, she was home.
"My love, you have to let the boy go. He should get on the road before sunset." Mr. P said, reminding his wife they didn't have long with their boy.
Clearing her throat, the older woman composed herself and wiped her eyes. She was shaking with sadness still, but she knew there'd be time to mourn the boy she was losing. Juice kissed her cheek, squeezing her hands. "Just because I can't come visit doesn't mean I can't call or write." He said, wishing he could comfort her in some way.
It wasn't much, but it was enough to make her crack a smile. Clearing his throat, he hugged her again before going over to the van to help Mr. P get his bike out of the back. He could see the old man struggling with the machine and gave him a small smile before he lifted it out and carefully set it on the ground. Looking it over, he knew it wasn't the best bike, not one he would have picked himself, but it would do for what he needed to do. It would be good enough to get him across the country.
Once he knew it wouldn't fall over, he moved around it and brought the old man into a tight embrace. He wanted to remember every detail he could. He'd never forget the person who opened not only their home, but their hearts to him. Something not even his own mother could do for him. She'd always hated him for making his father leave, he knew that deep down. This couple held no grudges against him, didn't treat him any less when he screwed up, and he loved them for it. They were his family through and through.
"You guys will always be my family." He mumbled into Mr. P's neck.
The older man patted his back. No matter what had happened, he'd always be proud of Juice and everything he's accomplished. They still have his diploma and graduation picture hanging up in the dinner. He were the son they never had, and that was never going to change for either of them. Pulling back from the embrace, Mr. P glanced at the bike before looking back to him. "Where will you go?" He asked, his curiousness and worry for Juice's wellbeing getting the best of him.
Juice grinned weakly at the question. "The only place my heart will let me go."
While Mr. P was confused, his wife knew better. "He's going to find Savannah." She said, a sad smile slowly appearing on her lips.
As per his request, she'd kept an eye on Savannah and kept him up to date with how she was doing. She'd graduated a few months ago and returned home. She'd graduated and they attended, as well as her parents, brother, and a few other men all wearing leather kuttes. He'd once asked if she was happy, and Mrs. P . . . she couldn't lie to him. So she chose not to answer, which ended up being the answer he was afraid of in the first place.
Savannah wasn't happy. She'd put on a fake smile for show, but she wasn't happy after he broke things off. She was heartbroken and never quite recovered after he went away. That was what the older woman didn't want to tell him, even if it was true. He wanted to believe she found love again, lived a good life without him, but he was wrong. He'd broken her far worse than he ever thought he was capable of doing. If only she knew it'd killed him too, to push her away like he had. It kept her out of Luka's sights though, and he'd never regret keeping her safe. Never.
Climbing onto his bike, he made sure everything was set to go before he looked back to the elderly couple watching him. Putting on his helmet, he tried his best to force a smile. He didn't want to drag this out and make saying goodbye any worse. "I'll check in when I stop for the night. Don't worry about me, Mrs. P. I'll be fine." He said, giving them both another quick hug before he revved his engine to life. Mr. P held his wife, consoling her as Juice started his drive.
Charming here he comes.'
Wiping his cheek, he smiled sadly before putting the picture back up on his nightstand. He kept two pictures there. His parents, the people who really raised him to be who he was, and his sister and little niece. She was almost starting kindergarten. There was another picture he kept on his person though. Reaching into his cut pocket, he pulled it out and traced the familiar face with his thumb. Sometimes the sight of her smile made his heart ache, and other times it made him smile back.
She was sitting on the bed across from him, her gross green face mask on. She was sticking her tongue out at him, a smile breaking out on her face. He knew he had better pictures of her to keep with him. He actually had a stack of pictures from their college days hidden away in his sock drawer, but he kept this one on him for runs and just on a day to day basis. It reminded him of the days he was just a regular guy, trying to make a life for himself and his girl.
A girl he still loved with his entire heart. No sweetbutt could replace her, and he knew that from trying. Chibs always teased him, said he had an obsession with brunettes, but he knew it was more than that. Of course, he'd slept with the occasional blonde, even some red heads once or twice. He couldn't remember names or faces, but brunette was his go to, and the guys knew it. Jax's fists would clench any time it was brought up in front of him, knowing exactly which brunette he was stuck on, but he said nothing and ignored them.
The sound of wolf whistles coming from outside caught his attention. Reaching around, he pulled back the blinds and tried to see what was going on. He couldn't see much from his angle, but there was definitely something going on. Grabbing his shirt, he tugged in on before grabbing his kutte and heading outside to see exactly what that something was.
Walking outside of the clubhouse, he felt his heart race seeing who Tig had wrapped up in his arms currently across the lot. Her hair was shorter now. He could see she'd put in some blond streaks too, but it was still her. It felt like his heart was beating hard against his ribcage and it made it hard to breath. He wasn't sure if he was dreaming or having a fucking goddamn nightmare. It could go either way.
Savannah Teller had come home.
Jax drove into the lot, Savannah sitting behind him. Half Sack was driving the van in behind them with her luggage. They'd picked her up at the airport as soon as her flight got in. Gemma had known all week, but wanted to surprise the guys with Savannah homecoming. Of course, they had their own surprise waiting for the young brunette.
As Jax backed into his usual spot, Savannah's eyes were drawn to the new bikes parked in the lot. She figured maybe it was the prospect's, but there were a few she didn't recognize. Obviously she'd missed some stuff since being away. She didn't have too long to think about it before the cheering caught her attention. Before she knew it, she was being pulled left and right into different embraces.
Tig called for a party, taking advantage of the chance to have a celebration. She laughed, nodding as she welcomed the wild man's embrace next. Movement caught her eyes and her attention turned to the clubhouse. Someone had just come out, and she had to squint to get a good look at him. His hair was shaved, save for the strip between a pair of head tattoos she knew very well. She'd sat beside the man who'd gotten them and held his hand for every minute they were there.
He'd bulked up, but she'd still know every inch of that brown skinned body, every curve and muscle. She knew those damn brown eyes that could put out her anger in seconds. The same eyes that haunted her for over five years now. She knew that mouth that could make her melt and her knees shake. "JC," She paused, slowly pulling away from Tig. Confusion crossed some of their faces before she stormed over there. "What the hell are you doing here?" She hissed, her tone growing angry with every step closer she got.
"Sav, I . . ." Juice started to say, but paused when he realized he didn't actually know what he could say.
She slowed down and stopped a few feet from him. He was really here, close enough to touch but far enough he wouldn't try to. Her entire body was shaking with anger. How dare he come here, of all places? It'd been years since he told her to leave and not look back, but just seeing him brought back all those feelings she'd blocked away. From the patched kutte on his back, he'd been here long enough to prospect and get voted in. She wasn't sure what upset her more. The fact that he was here, or that they hadn't told her he was here, let alone that they voted him in.
"Something you need to tell us, Sav?" Tig asked, looking between the brunette and Juice.
Chibs and Tig watched the scene unfold with curious glances. Neither had any idea what was going, but the Scott had a feeling this was the girl that Juice was so wrapped up on since he got here. He knew Savannah, and no doubt the other Tellers somehow. "You know this guy, Savvy?" Chibs asked, looking between the guy he'd grown to love as a brother. Now Juice looked guilty and it only sparked the curiousness in him more.
Savannah clenched her fists, her jaw setting. He'd invaded her safe place while she wasn't here. He wasn't suppose to be here. She wasn't even aware he was even released, let alone that he'd been in Charming all this time. Not that she would. He didn't want her to know. It wasn't like she was ringing up Mrs. P for details, and apparently her own family couldn't be bothered to tell her. "Know him? I've just seen him naked." She snapped, turning on her heels and storming off toward her mom's office.
"Now I'm worried." Jax chuckled, watching as Savannah slammed the door behind her. Her and Gemma were a dangerous pair.
Gemma hadn't been happy with Juice working at the garage, but they'd given him a chance to prove himself. He'd done just that, and sure enough it wasn't long before he'd convinced Chibs to sponsor him. What finally won the others over was his tech savvy skills, or more importantly, his ability to hack into almost anything. Juice turned red at her outburst, rubbing the back of his neck when all eyes turned to him. He had a lot of explaining to do.
