"You've got to be fucking kidding me!" Roxy threw the empty cigarette packet on the ground and checked her phone again.
Her plane had landed almost an hour ago and her parents apparently had better things to do than pick their only daughter up from the airport and had sent some patch to pick her up. A patched member who was taking their sweet ass time.
After what seemed like an eternity, without the ability to even smoke to calm her nerves, Roxy saw the familiar tow truck pull up to the pick up area.
"About time." She made her way over to the truck and waited for the driver to hop down. "Juice right?"
The guy rounded the front of the cab, eyeing her up and down as he did so. "Roxy?"
"That'd be me." She rolled her eyes at him as he picked her cases up and secured them in the back of the tow truck.
"Ready to go then?" Juice gave her a smile and motioned to the cab.
"Nah I'd rather hang here for another hour." She didn't mean to be snarky but the lack of nicotine combined with the hour long wait and nerves of being home kind of took their toll.
His smile faltered and he moved back to the driver's door.
Roxy climbed into the cab, kicking herself for being so mean. She buckled in and turned to face him as he started the engine.
"Sorry about that. It's been a long day and I haven't had a smoke for like... Too many hours." She tried to smile at him to lighten the mood.
It seemed to work, he glanced over her again as he pulled the truck out of the pick up zone. It didn't take Juice long to notice her figure, clearly on display cleavage, and the dimples that appeared on her cheeks with the smile.
"It's all good. I have some in my kutte pocket if you want one."
At her nod he tried fumbling for the inside zip whilst manoeuvring the big truck onto the highway. It was proving to be a challenge so Roxy took pity on him and leant across the cab to reach in for herself, fingers brushing against his stomach as she retrieved the crumpled packet from his zippered pocket.
Juice noticed her hands on him as he drove and couldn't help but smirk as she moved back over to her side, having copped an eyeful down her top as she leant over to him.
"Thanks." She lit one up, offered him one and they smoked in silence for a while.
Roxy checked her vibrating phone, it was her mum and she figured she better answer it.
"Hey baby. Juice find you ok?" Her mums voice was muffled by the sounds of what Roxy assumed was the clubhouse in the background.
"Yeah he made it eventually." Roxy offered him a small smile to show there were no hard feelings before propping her feet on the dash and chucking her finished cigarette out the window.
"Sorry to send the idiot. We couldn't make it out there to grab you. Club shit, y'know?"
Roxy knew alright. The club came first and all that. "Don't worry Ma it's all good. We are on the way now. Where am I meeting you?"
"Clubhouse. Guys wanna see you and your dad'll be here sorting shit till late. Figured we can get you settled back in to the house later."
Hanging round the clubhouse was the last thing she wanted after spending most of her day either on a plane or in an airport, but given she was the President's daughter she didn't really get much choice.
"Sure thing Ma. I'll see you soon then."
"Yeah see you then baby." Her mum disconnected and Roxy went back to staring out the windows.
Juice couldn't take the silence much longer so decided to attempt conversation with the unknown entity that was Roxanna Morrow. Being a member for the past few years Juice had heard of the President's daughter and tales of her childhood here, but she'd been away in New York studying since just before he came and never seemed to visit. Apparently there was some boyfriend over east, Gemma would go over from time to time to see her. But never Clay.
"So guess you're happy to finally be home then?"
His attempt at casual conversation was amusing to Roxy, he seemed super uncomfortable around her and she couldn't deicide whether it was due to her connection to the club or the fact he was just unimpressed with being forced to spend time with her on what she assumed was a club order.
"Kinda. Will be good to see everyone again. I sorta lapsed on the whole visiting thing while I was away. But just wanted to do something for myself for a bit." She shrugged.
"Yeah I get that. Well, just know everyone's excited to see you back. I'm pretty sure Gemma is throwing a massive party for you tonight." He paused, biting his full lower lip. "Although I'm also pretty sure I wasn't supposed to tell you that."
Roxy let out a breezy laugh. "Don't worry I won't let on. I'm glad you told me though. I'd rather be prepared for the lions den I'm walking into."
"Can't be that bad. From what I've heard the guys are all crazy about you."
"I can only imagine." She turned back to the window again and Juice was happy to leave her with her thoughts.
Truth be told Roxy was excited to be home. She hadn't been back since leaving for NYU and had been starting to miss her home town and some of the people in it. Roxy's mum had been devastated when her youngest decided to up and leave for college. It had kind of gone against her and her dad's wishes for Roxy to stay local and settle down. However she hadn't wanted to just finish high school and become another Old Lady of the club.
It was for that reason that her father hadn't spoken more than a few words to her in the 4 and a half years she'd been gone.
Clay had always been forward on his views for Roxy's future. He'd even gone so far as trying to orchestrate her dates with other members of the MC. Nothing ever worked out though. Roxy just wasn't interested, plus most of the MC members had quite a few years on her and as a 19 year old fresh out of school none of her father's potential suitors particularly appealed to her.
Juice attempted breaking the silence again. "So Gemma mentioned you were engaged, that's pretty exciting. He coming out to visit too?"
Roxy was surprised by the question. She hadn't expected her mum or dad to have told anyone else. They were rather unimpressed with the news. Clay had never met her ex but Gemma had on one of her few visits to New York and made her displeasure with him quite clear. Roxy was now understanding why.
Roxy cleared her throat before answering. "Nah, I um, called it off."
Juice tried sounding disappointed, "that's a shame."
Roxy shrugged again taking another smoke from Juice's packet. "Not really. Means I get to come back here." She fumbled the cigarette between her fingers. "Hope you don't mind. I'll buy you a replacement pack when we get home."
Juice chuckled. "All good. If you want I got something stronger in there."
"I noticed. Wanna share?"
"Sure." He eyed her closely as she got out the joint, examining it before lighting up and taking a couple of tokes.
"Oh man that's good. It's been a while." Roxy could feel the familiar calming sensation wash over her before handing the joint over to Juice.
The journey back to Charming from the Sacramento airport was only about an hour, and Juice was enjoying her company as they passed the joint backwards and forwards.
"So you're from New York yeah?"
"Yeah Queens. But I've been travelling then here for the last 5 or 6 years."
"Sounds exciting." She took the last hit of the joint before throwing it out the window.
"Not really." He shrugged.
Roxy took a moment to study his features. Juice was younger than most of the other members. She had been used to her brother and Opie being the babies of SAMCRO but by the looks of it Juice was younger still. Being in such close quarters with him, and the marijuana having her guard down slightly, Roxy couldn't help but notice his toned arms, perfectly tanned skin and interesting choice of hair cut.
"So what made you settle in Charming then?" She studied him and waited for his response.
"Dunno, was travelling through and just kinda bumped into your bro. Things just seemed to fall into place from there." He looked over at her. "It's an enjoyable town." He said with a smirk.
Roxy rolled her eyes again at his grin. "Ha well I suppose that's right."
There were another few moments silence before he opened his mouth again. "So how come you called off the engagement?" He paused. "If you don't mind me asking?"
Roxy let out a long sigh. "Just wasn't what I thought it would be I guess."
Juice decided he best leave it at that. He could feel the tension rolling off her and didn't want to piss her off, he was still unsure of her personality but if she was anything like her mum he assumed you didn't want to get her in a bad mood.
They rode the last few minutes in silence before pulling up into the lot.
"Well here you are." He offered her another wide smile, which she couldn't help return, before hopping down out of the cab to grab her cases.
"Thanks for the lift. I appreciate it, even if it was an order."
He smirked at her last comment. Yes he had originally been pissed off he'd been sent for a two hour round trip to pick her up, but he hadn't realised at the time just how eye catching Roxy would be. He certainly wasn't complaining now having spent the last hour with her, despite the sometimes awkward conversation.
"Any time." He winked and dragged her suitcases towards the clubhouse for her.
Roxy hitched her purse, laptop bag, and carry on and followed suit.
As she walked she noticed not much had changed around here. TM was closed for the day but there were still a bunch of cars parked up, probably belonging to croweaters or hang arounds, along with the long row of Harley's meaning most of the club, if not all, were here awaiting her return.
She reached the doors to the clubhouse just a few moments after Juice and braced herself for the whirlwind to come.