AN- Hey guys! So this is my first SOA story, I hope you like it. Leave me with your thoughts in a review my lovelies!
Disclaimer- Sadly I'm not a genius like Kurt Sutter, so no, I own nothing expect for Chase!
The night was still as Juice ripped his bike through the streets of Charming. The air was dead but a beautiful temperature. He felt his kutte flapping in the wind his bike was creating behind him. This was the sort of night he loved to ride in. If it weren't for another one of his 'random urine drug tests', code for betraying his brothers once again, he'd be in bliss. But no, instead of revelling in the beautiful night his heart was racing, bile was rising from the depths of his empty stomach and a sneaking thought at the back of his mind was whispering telling him to let his bike lose control- just like he was losing control of everything.
He rounded the corner, turning onto the street where the club rested. Even over the raw of his grumbling bike he could hear the faint thump of music playing. There was a dim light pollution over the compounds skyline. As he hopped of his bike to unlock the rusted gates he saw a body flop down from the mesh of metal.
"Fuck," grumbled the girl who had just fallen, picking herself back up of the dusty ground, patting at her ass to remove any dirt. Juice felt his eyes dip to the curve of her ass to the top of her low cut jeans. She slightly glanced at him and smiled, "Hey big boy," she fully turned around to stare at him. Her chest had a shimmer of sweat on her heaving breasts, they pushed out further as she placed her hands on her hips. His eyes snapped back to hers to see her head tilted in amusement.
"You trying to gate crash?" he asked, his eyebrows frowning as he crossed his arms.
"Ah, something like that," she laughed as she glanced back at the large fence she was trying to climb moments earlier. The slight tilt of her body made a bulge noticable underneath her tight white singlet, tucked into her jeans.
"Packing heat?" he questioned, walking hurriedly to her and grabbing her arm roughly, pulling the gun out of her pants.
"Hey, do you man handle all your guests?" she tried to pull away from him but he hardened his grip on her arm.
He shoved her into the fence harshly. He knew he was being rough but something in his mind was bending, about to snap. He saw her trying to break in through the gates accompanied with jeans, a singlet and a gun and he knew something didn't add up. The kind of girls who came to the club house, especially a party at the club house, usually showed a lot more skin than just a bit of cleavage and they definitely did not bring guns. She was trouble. She was infiltrating his brothers. Just like he was. He wanted to hurt her like he wanted to hurt himself.
He fumbled with his keys and opened the gate, pushing her through first. "You want in? Here you go." He grunted as he pushed her harshly ahead of him. He expected her fit to dig into the ground, to have to drag her through to the table to find out what the fuck she was doing. But no... She walked freely, confidently swaying her hips in front of him as she ruffled her long brown messy hair behind her face.
Her confidence unnerved him and he walked beside her
"You gotta be new blood, huh?" she spoke, and he could hear the smirk that those words came out of plastered on her lips.
"You must have some old intel, coz I've been around longer than you have. What are you 19? Didn't know the cops took in girl scouts," he challenged, side glancing at her. What game was she playing at? She was still smirking as they walked through a crowd of people smoking and drinking underneath the shelter outside the bar. None of them even noticed her.
"Didn't know the sons took in pretty boys... What did your boy band not work out?" she asked, facing him now as he pushed into the bars doors and walked inside.
"The boys are gonna love that attitude," he grunted as his eyes landed on Tig and Piney sprawled out on a couch with a few crow eaters sprawled out across them. Gemma stood to the side handing Piney a beer, kissing him on the cheek softly. "Move." He pushed her hard through the crowd and towards his brothers.
His brothers would happy he found someone lurking about the place, they'd grill this girl until she gave up what she was here for. He glanced at her again, her smile didn't falter, and it seemed to grow wider. She glanced at him and winked, "Touch luck, kid."
He frowned as they stood in front of the couch and stared back at the men, "Guys, I found this chick trying to jump the fence, she was packing this," he dropped the gun onto the coffee table, next to where Tigs feet lay lazily.
All the eyes landed on this girl, who smiled at them all. "This how you welcome home family?" she put her spare arm on her hip, tilting her head again.
"Jesus Christ," Tig said slowly, his feet retracting from the table as his arm pulled away from the blonde crow eat that had been snuggled into his side. His eyes were attached to the girls face as she glanced at him. She puckered her lips into a kiss and winked before turning her gaze back to Piney.
"Get your hands off her, kid," Piney laughed, shaking his head as he got up slowly, dragging his oxygen tank to where she stood.
Juice obliged, confused as he stepped back and took in the scene before him.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Piney glowered at her, his eyes hard.
"Sightseeing," she said seriously before her lips turned up at the sides. Juices eyes landed on Piney, who to his shock, was now smiling too.
She propelled herself into his body, her arms wrapping around his neck. Laughter emitted from both of them as he wrapped his gruff hands around her wasted, lifting her off the ground slightly.
"What the fuck?" mumbled Juice from the side lines.
Piney set her back down and glowered at Juice, "What the fuck are you doing man handling my daughter?"
Juice's face dropped. His eyes darted to Tig who was now hurriedly making his way over the coffee table towards the reunited father and daughter, then to Gemma who was already next to the girl, wrapping an arm around her shoulder- staring at Juice with an amused expression.
"I...I... thought she was a cop or intruder or something... she was trying to jump the fence... and... had a gun..." he frowned, looking between the two. This girl was easily as tall as Piney but had none of his rough exterior. She had long brown hair cascading down her back in soft curls, big brown eyes, long shaped legs and tits and an ass to die for. How the fuck did Piney make that?
Juice flinched as he felt a hand slam on his shoulder. "Move." He pushed Juice behind him as he made his way to stand in front of the girl. She looked up at him with a hidden smile. "Welcome home, darlin," he said softly, putting his hand on her hip.
She tugged on his goatee softly and leant up to kiss him chastely on the lips, "What's new Tiger?" she winked at him before turning to Gemma.
"Hey baby," Gemma smiled, leaning down and kissing the younger girl on the lips before pulling her into a hug.
The girl glanced at him before putting her arm around Piney, "Pops, wanna introduce me to the new kid?" her head tilted again.
"The girl's arm you just bruised is Chase, my kid," Piney gruffly said to Juice who groaned.
"Fuck, I'm sorry! I'm on edge today..." he shook his head, feeling the blood rush to his cheeks. He felt Tig brush past him, grabbing a beer of the table and handed it to Chase- smacking Juices head as he pushed past him again. "I'm Juice..." he muttered softly, offering her an awkward smile.
"I'd say it was nice to meet you but," she shrugged playfully, taking the beer from Tigs hand whilst grabbing her gun off the table as well, "I probably would have enjoyed swallowing razor blades more," she took a sip of her beer and winked at him. "Now where's my big brother?"
Gemma patted Chase's messy hair down with a smile, "We'll go find everyone, come on baby."
The girls retreated into the crowded bar until they were out of sight. Juice let out a breath. "Shit Piney, I'm sorry-"
Piney cut him off by elbowing Tig in the stomach. Juice then noticed that Tigs eyes haven't left the girl since he first saw her. His eyes were glazed over, his mouth agape slightly. Tig could no longer see the girl but her body was still etched in his mind. "You ain't a dog, stop panting."
Tig tore his eyes away from where he last saw Chase, "Damn Piney, I always knew she was gonna be a hotty but.." his eyes lingered back to the crowd as if he could still see her, "Damn.."
Piney hit Tig over the head this time.
"When was the last time you guys saw her?" Juice asked. Tig shrugged, his eyes still wide in awe.
"Shit, I dunno... Maybe 8 years?" Tig asked more than stated.
"She moved away to live with her Mama when she was 16, she stopped coming back home when turned 18." Piney grunted, eyes angrily watching Tig.
"How old is she now?" Tig asked.
"Still too damn young for you," Piney grumbled as he walked towards the bar.
Tig ventured through the crowd, unfazed by Pineys anger. Last time he saw that girl she was in high school. Cute. Young, but cute. Age never really mattered to him but that girl was protected by all the sons. He tried to think back to the last time he spoke to that girl...
"Aye, who's there?" Chibs yelled from the bar before lifting himself from his stool and opening the bars doors.
"Probably Wendy lookin' for Jax," scoffed Tig as he took a toke from the joint in his hand. Jax was in his apartment with some hot young thing. He grinned at the thought of Wendy walking in and kicking that gash's ass.
"Is Ope here?" came a little voice from the door. Tigs head shot up as Chibs walk in with Chase under his arm.
"What's wrong, darlin?" Tig questioned, shooting from his seat and walking towards her. He glanced at Chib who was gritting his teeth.
"You want a drink, love?" Chibs softly spoke into her ear. Her head nodded but stayed facing the ground.
Chibs walked to the bar and grabbed the beer how had yet to open for himself and handed it to her as they all walked towards the couch.
When they sat she glanced up at them. Her mascara had run slightly in tear streaks down her face, there was a bust in her lip that had a drop of blood sliding down her petite chin and her hair was messier than usual.
"Christ," Chibs exhaled, "I'll go get something to clean you up with." He caressed her hair before kissing her head softly and venturing towards the bathroom.
"Baby, what happened?" Tig questioned, sitting on the coffee table opposite her. She laughed slightly, before turning her head away from him and taking a mouthful of her beer. Tig touched her chin slightly and tilted her head back to him. "Darlin..." her eyes must have seen something in his because suddenly her brown eyes didn't have a curtain in front of them and they seemed deeper... older than they ever had.
"Ever hear that boys are pigs?" she smiled softly, her eyes attached to his. He couldn't look away if he tried.
"A boy bust your lip up?" he asked, his thumb softly caressing her cut. It must have stung her because the blood begun to pour faster as he touched it. He went to pull away but she pushed her face further into his hand, closing her eyes.
"You should see him, I think I broke his jaw," she laughed as she help up her hand to show him the deep cuts on her knuckles.
"Ah Darlin..." he frowned, leaning down so his eyes were leveled with hers. "Boy probably deserved it."
"Yeah I think I know what my problem is..."
"What's that, darlin?" her eyes fluttered back to his, she licked tenderly at the blood on her lip.
"I think I need a man, not a boy…" she smiled softly.
He felt his cock twitch. She was 18 years old, he'd known her since she was a kid and this is the first time he saw her as a woman. He swallowed, "Yeah maybe," his voice sounded husky and he could feel his eyes start to hood with heat.
Her eyes searched his for a moment longer, expectant. He sat there frozen. She sighed, dragging her eyes from his. "If Ope isn't here tell him I'll call him from Mamas... I'm heading out there tonight..." she grabbed her beer and took another mouthful, her tongue circled the top for excess alcohol. Fuck, this girl was making his dick hard.
She stood to leave and he stood immediately, their bodies now a touch away. He could feel her heat radiating from her body. Her eyes glanced to his cautiously, a dare. "I'll let him know..." he bent down to kiss her lips. They'd kissed lips thousands of times. That's how they greeted loved ones in the club. But this was different. His mouth opened slightly as he touched her lips with his, he grabbed her hips and pulled her to his cock which he knew she could feel hardening.
Her hand touched his cheek as she moved her lips from his top lip to his bottom lip, her tongue softly and barely licked his lip. His fingers dug in to her hips and he pulled her closer. She pulled away. "See you soon, Tiger..."
After that he heard she'd ran off to New York or some shit… He'd hear bits and pieces from Gemma or Piney but other than that he thought he'd never see her again. She'd always wanted to disappear from the small town bullshit.
Now she's back. And a heat inside of him was radiating towards her. She was definitely not a girl anymore. She was a woman, and a fine one at that. He felt the electric pull of his body as he followed through the crowd to find Chase.
XX
Chase stood outside by the swing set, a cigarette in her hand. "So tell me baby girl, what the hell are you doing back here?" Gemma said before exhaling her own smoke.
She stared at her cigarette thoughtfully for a second, "Home is where the heart is I guess," she shrugged and glanced up at the woman who had once raised her. Gemma was a hard, strong woman. She had an ulterior motive to everything. There was a common thought in the world women like them lived in that women were nothing. Just a gash who cooked and served and fucked. Not women like Gemma, they used there disadvantages to their advantage. They used sex as a tool. She taught Chase everything she knows.
"Uh-huh," Gemma scoffed, throwing her cigarette to the ground. She knew something was up with Chase. That girl saw a future in the stars and saw Charming as a dead end, that why she hit the road in the opposite direction of her home when she was old enough. "I can see you settling down here, popping out a few babies," Gemma joked.
"I could always become an old lady," Chase winked at the older woman
"Tig sure was entranced by you," Gemma raised an eyebrow, "Don't think I've seen him look at a girl like that since-"
"Since you?" Chase smirked, flicking the ash from her smoke to the ground.
Gemma smirked, looking the girl up and down. She was smart. Intuitive. Looking in this girls eyes she knew there was a thought process to everything she heard and saw. A spinning wheel. A plan. Gemma bit her tongue, this girl gave her the same look Gemma gave everyone. Smart girl.
"Mom, you seen Clay around?" Jax swaggered his way to them, pressing a kiss on his mother's cheek before glancing at the girl standing next to her. He flashed a smile her way. "Hey, darlin', I'm Jax," he took the cigarette from Gemma's offering hand and took a draw before handing it back.
"Hey Jack Jack," the girl hid a smirk, rolling her bottom lip between her teeth before smiling widely at him.
Jax narrowed his eyes on the girl. He took in her face before lowering his gaze to her toned body, perky tits and tight fitted jeans. He stared at her thoughtfully for a moment. Take a few centre metres of her height, three inches of her hair, a cup size down and give her a baby face with rounder cheeks- he knew her.
"Ho-ly shit," he chuckled, wrapping his arms around the girl and pulling her into the air for a bear hug. "Damn, sis, when did you get hot?" Jax laughed as she slapped his back playfully while he set her back down on the ground.
"I was always hot, all you boys were just too blinded by short skirts and cheap gash to notice," she challenged before leaning up and kissing him on the cheek happily. "Now what is this I hear about you being a family man, huh? I distinctly remember our marriage bond in the tree house."
"I don't think a ring made out of half eaten Cheezeles when I was 12 and you were six qualifies as a marriage licence, especially since you were throwing rocks at me until I agreed to it," he smiled down at her.
"You're breaking my heart, Jack Jack," she giggled before jumping into his arms again. She'd known Jax her whole life. She, Jax and Opie had all grown up together. From her being the annoying little sister they used to kick out of their tree house, to them beating kids up at school for her- they were family. "Now where's my big brother and his new lady?" she whined with a pout.
"He's around here somewhere," Jax tugged on his goatee thoughtfully looking around the compound.
"Dunno about Lyla, though. They've been having some troubles…" Gemma pursed her lips.
"That's what happens when you marry a porn star with a heart of gold," Chase rolled her eyes. Lyla was probably a beautiful person. Chase wasn't one to judge someone for their occupation, if she did she'd judge all of her murderous family for their dealings in the club. But her brother already found the love of his life and he knew, she knew- everybody fucking knew, that he was looking for love in the wrong places.
"I gotta go find Clay before heading home to my lady," he winked at Chase before kissing his mother's cheek and kissing Chase's forehead. He looked her in the eyes, "I've missed you, darlin'. Come by the house and meet the family soon, Tara will wanna see you."
Chase caressed his bearded chin and smiled, "Promise."
XX
Chibs sat at the bar next to Happy as a drunk young lass laying before them let her friend do body shots out of her belly button. The men watching roared with approval as they watched the show before them.
Chibs glanced to his other side where Juice had just taken a seat, his head in his hands. "What's wrong, Juicey boy?" he patted the younger mans back, "We've got enough booze and gash to feed an army! Get your head out ye hands!" He chuckled.
"I'm so fucking stupid," groaned Juice as he absently stared at the girls in front of him.
"Aye, what for this time?" he turned back to the girls, taking a mouthful of his whiskey. The girls were now hungrily kissing at each other, their eyes opening every now and then to check that the men were still entranced by them.
"Did you know Piney had a daughter?" Juice grumbled.
"Aye, Chase," Chibs grinned ear to ear, fully turning his attention back to Juice as his body now faced the boy. "Beautiful bird that one," he smiled.
"Yeah, well... I saw her out front and-"
"Ay?" Chibs frowned. "Here?"
"Yeah, she was trying to jump the fence and -"
"Where is she?" Chibs asked, disregarding the boys story.
"I dunno, man," Juice's eyes trailed around the club house before pointing towards the pool table. "There she is."
Chibs head snapped to the pool table where a woman stood watching a game of pool. He howled with laughter and stood up, his bar chair screeching against the floor. "Cha Cha!" He bellowed through cupped hands.
Her head snapped up quickly in his direction, a deer caught in head lights, before a bright smile beamed from her lips. He stepped forward in her direction as she began running at him. Within seconds her arms were around his neck and her legs were around his waist.
"Ah, my bonnie little lass!" he gruffed into her hair, holding her head into his neck as she giggled.
She pulled away slightly, kissing his lips gingerly. "Gonna get me a drink?" she smiled, her tongue between her teeth.
He turned their bodies around and sat her down on the chair he'd previously been seated on. "Aye," he leant behind her and grabbed a bottle of whiskey and handed it to her. She took a long swig before looking up at him with slightly glassy eyes. His eyes trailed along her body, taking her in. "Jay-ses Christ, when did you become a woman?" he crossed his arms over his chest.
"She's had tits since she was 14, you're only noticin' them now, old man?" Happy grumbled from next to her, frowning in disapproval as the girls got up and left from their spot on the bar- obviously displeased with the lack of attention they were now getting.
"Oh, Happy, I've missed you too," she had placed her elbows on the bar, legs crossed as she faced Chibs. She leaned herself into Happy and kissed him on the cheek. He grunted in return.
"I see you've met our Juicey Boy," chuckled Chibs as he slung his arm around his brother who hung his head low.
"Yeah, kid gave me a nice welcome," she winked at him and gestured to the discoloring in her upper arm.
Chibs studied it closesly before slapping Juice's head.
"See? Fucking stupid." Juice grumbled, taking a swig of the whiskey Chase offered him.
"Aye, right you are." He glanced at Chase again thoughtfully. "What the hell are ya doing back here, love?"
"I've missed your smile," she smiled sweetly,tilting her head to the side and exposing her neck. His body filled with heat. Damn this girl.
He'd not seen the lass since the night she'd rocked up at the club with a busted lip. He'd cleaned her up and then given her a ride. He presumed he was taking her back to her Ma's but she asked him to take her to her Pops.
"I didn't know ya was stayin' here again, lass," he took the helmet she'd been wearing out of her hands as she hopped off his bike.
"I'm not," she glanced around her, pulling her hair to one side of her neck.
"Then what're we doing here?" he asked, leaning forward on his bike and resting his elbows on the handle bars.
"Gotta grab some of my old shit from the house.. I'm uh.. taking off."
"Yer' what?" he frowned, lifting himself up slightly.
"I'm gonna change the scenery, gotta ticket to New York," she shrugged tilting her head as her eyes landed on his.
"Coz of some bitch boyfriend? You don't gotta do that, love. Tell me where he lives and I'll deal with him tonight," he grunted, his jaw clenching with frustration.
"This ain't about no boy," she laughed softly. "I ain't got nothing here no more."
"That ain't true love, you've got a band of brothers who would die for ye'." He smiled softly, taking her hand in his.
"Mama hates me staying with her, Pop's is too busy with girls and guns, Ope's got his own family. I'm not gonna stick around here for familiarity," she scoffed, "I gotta get my shit before Poppa gets home from the run."
Chibs held her hand tightly as she went to turn from him. "You call me as soon as ya get into New York, ye?" he ordered more than asked.
"Ay, ay, captain," she winked at him, tilting her head to the side. She licked at her bottom lip whilst studying his face intently. This girl was apart of his family. He'd soothed her cries as a baby, run around after her as a child and picked up her pieces since she was a teenager. Now here she was, looking at him like he was a man. "Smile, love... I'm gonna miss your smile."
He felt his cheeks rise as the blood rushed to his face, his eyes falling to the ground. "Aye, love, I remember how these cheeks scared you as a little girl."
He felt her hand reach to his skin, her fingers tracing the outline of his scarred cheeks. His eyes found their way back to hers. Suddenly the air changed around them. He couldn't tear his eyes from hers. "I'm not a little girl anymore," she said so softly, he wouldn't have heard her if it weren't for the utter silence in the street around them.
He didn't move as she bowed her head down to him, her lips kissing his scars softly. His eyes closed. He hadn't been kissed tenderly in longer than he can remember. "Love..." he started to speak but she moved her lips to linger above his, her eyes trained on his. He looked down at her lips as she softly brought their lips together. He closed his eyes. Their lips stayed on one another's for a second longer than they should have before she trailed kisses to his other cheek, kissing his other scar. "My love..." he huskily breathed into her hair, burying his head in her neck as she did the same to him.
"Thank you, Chibs," he didn't know if she was thanking him for kissing her, for taking her home or for every bloody thing he'd done for her throughout her life in Charming - but those three words felt final. His little Bonnie Lass was leaving, for good.
"I'll see you again, love," he kissed her neck softly before she pulled away without another glance and walked into the house.
Clay watched from the church doors he'd been leaning on, watching Chase around the clubhouse. Gemma walked up beside him, her eyes on the same person as his. "Got a hard on for Chase, huh?" She'd noticed his eyes on the girl for almost 20 minutes.
"Nah, she started out in Piney's ball sack - that's turn off enough," he chuckled. "Never thought I'd see her back here..."
Gemma nodded, her eyes trailing after the girl who was hugging Chibs again. "Somethings up with her. The only reason that girl would be back here is off she got her ass stuck 6 feet in deep shit."
"We got enough deep shit of our own to worry about," Clay grunted, frowning as he crossed his arms.
"She's family Clay." Gemma studied her husbands face before sighing, "I'll find out what's going on, baby."