I know it's been awhile since I posted the first story, and to my followers that read my other work, I know I said I'd be posting something other than this... But I've been in an SOA mood the last couple of days, and thought I'd spread the love. So, here's the second installment of The Princess :):)

Bamby

SPOV

Three weeks since Donna had passed, and slowly things were getting back on track. Sons of Anarchy were back in business. Bobby was being released soon. Opie was coming back to town after been gone for a while. But then there were things that hadn't changed... mainly Juice and me.

Since that night, sitting on the couch with him, I'd distanced myself. I knew I didn't want to get caught up in a guy. Not after Drew- my crazy ex- who I was sure would turn up any day. Keeping distance from Juice did have its repercussions. For one... the sweet butts. All over him. Though I didn't see him show much interest, they still threw themselves at him.

"Hey, Letti." I walked into the local diner, Hannah the waitress smiling a welcome at me.

I walked up to the bench where she came to serve me. We had started to talk, and I found she was a sweet girl. Whenever I bought the guys some food, she would make sure she served me, just for a chat.

"What can I get you today?" she asked, ready to write the order.

I smiled back at her, a genuinely friendly smile. "I called in the order already." I told her apologetically. "Nine burgers..."

She turned around, looking through the window to the kitchen before pulling out two bags. "I think this is it." she placed them in front of me. "That'll be-"

I placed the exact amount on the counter. "I know the order back to front." I grinned, placing an extra twenty on the counter. "And that's for you."

Her smile beamed. "Thanks. Have a nice day. I'll probably see you around." she waved as I walked out of the diner.

I had walked from the club, my car in the shop for a service, and I was more than happy to walk back. But the voice of an old 'friend' caught my attention.

"You want a lift?"

I looked over at Hale, who was getting into his own deputy jeep. Nodding behind him I saw his older brother Jacob Jr. heading towards him. "Looks like you're busy."

He shrugged, reaching over and opening the passenger side door. "I don't know what you're talking about." he smiled.

Rolling my eyes, I walked up to his car, sliding in. Just as the door closed, I heard the sound of approaching bikes... "Shit." I groaned.

But Hale started the car anyway. "It's fine. I'll take you back to Teller-Morrow, and I promise not to start trouble." he told me as he headed out of the lot.

The bikes drove past, and I swear each of them saw me in the car with Hale, most of them looking less than impressed. I knew I'd be getting it as soon as I got back.

...

The ride to the club was a short one, filled with silence.

Hale got out of the car, carrying the two bags of food for me. The guys stood around the bikes, obviously having been waiting for us. I looked to Hale, gesturing for him to follow as we met the guys halfway.

"I just offered her a lift." Hale told them before anyone else could speak.

Clay nodded, offering a friendly smile. "No problem. Thanks for helping her out." he patted Hale's shoulder. All the while I could see the sarcasm in his face.

"Okay." I took the bags from Hale. "I'll see you around." I told him. "Thanks for the ride."

He nodded, turning to walk back to his car. "You're welcome." he told me, eyes going from me to the guys and back. "You need anything, give me a call." he finished before getting in the car and turning it on.

"Will do." I called back before looking to the guys. "He's gone. You can lecture me now."

"What in the world were you thinkin', Letti? You know you're not allowed to leave the clubhouse without us knowing." Chibs started, real worry in his eyes. "What if something happened to you?"

"Look at what happened to Donna." Kip added as he stepped closer and took the bags from me.

Tig shook his head. "I swear we need to put a tracker on you." he sighed, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

I rolled my eyes. "I walked down to grab lunch for us." I pointed to the bags. Kip reached in, pulling out a burger. "One each. Have at it." I nodded, and just like that they forgot about our little conversation and dug into the food.

Since Donna, the guys had me practically under house arrest. I couldn't leave without telling them where I was going, and if they thought I needed it, I'd have my own escort follow me around. They all knew Donna was a mistake, that whoever had killed her meant to get Ope, but they weren't taking any chances. Hence the security upgrade...

...

I sat in the office of the garage, working on a pile of paperwork mum needed to get done. I had been sitting there for the last three hours, most of the work done. The sound of bikes approaching had me look up, a smile spreading on my face as Opie and Jax rode into the lot.

I got up, rushing out of the office. Ope took his helmet off, putting it down before I threw my arms around him.

He was shocked at first before I felt his arms wrap around me as he held me tight. "Hey, Lett." he put me down and I stepped back.

"I missed you." I gave him a small smile.

He nodded. "Missed you too."

The others walked up to us, Jax throwing his arm around my shoulder as Clay hugged Ope. The rest following suit.

"Hey, I gotta talk to Piney. Talk to you later." Jax kissed my head before walking off.

I moved back to the garage, getting back to work. As much as I wanted to hang out with Ope, catch up, I knew they'd be in church once Jax and Piney were done talking. So back to work I went.

JPOV

I got into my Teller-Morrow uniform, heading up to the garage to help Half-Sack out with the work. Having, Chibs, Jax, Tig and Ope about to go looking for the Mayan, meant we were shorthanded in the shop.

"Kip!" Scarlett walked out of the office, paperwork in hand.

Half-Sack dropped what he was doing, heading over to her. "What's up?"

"Paperwork isn't finished." she waved the paper in the air.

He sighed. "Sorry, Lett."

She smiled, with a shrug. "Tell me the truth, you just wanted an excuse to talk to your best buddy, hey?" she asked, causing the prospect to blush. "I'll be in the office. Just drop it on the desk once you're done."

As soon as she was gone, I grinned, patting Half-Sack on the back. "Is it just me, or are you as scared of her as you are of Gemma?"

He shrugged. "She's a Teller. I don't do what she wants and she'll have my other ball." he answered truthfully.

The sound of the guys heading off in the two vans had Scarlett walk out of the office, watching them leave. "What's going on?"

Both Half-Sack and I looked away. We knew we weren't supposed to discuss club business with her, but we also knew she gets what she wants...

"Kip..." she walked up to us. "Juice... what's going on?"

"Go work on that car over there." I told Kip, giving him a look so he knew not to repeat any of this to the guys. Once he was gone I looked to Scarlett. "They're going after the guy that killed Donna."

She nodded. "They're gonna kill him."

"I can't exactly tell you that..."

"No, no." she shook her head with a shrug. "It wasn't a question. I know they're gonna kill him." she stated before heading back to the office.

I followed, closing the door behind me.

She sat down at the desk, grinning. "Can I help you Juice?" she didn't even look up as she went back to working as I stood there awkwardly.

"Bobby's coming back tonight." I noted.

She nodded. "I know."

"You coming to the party?"

"I live here, means I'll be at the party, Juice."

I rubbed my head, sighing. "I was wondering-"

She cut me off, shaking her head, finally looking up at me. "I've been through this with you already. It can't happen. We did it once, it was fun. But that's all." she looked away again. "Now, can I get back to work?"

I nodded, walking out with a sigh. It wasn't the first time I tried to get her to sleep with me again, and it wasn't going to be the last...

SPOV

I kicked my jeans off, dust and dirt covered them from working in the office and doing a few things in the garage all day, trading them for my skin-tight leather pants. I took off my plain white shirt and slipped on my lace, turquoise, front zip, cropped top; fixing up the thin straps before pulling on my velvet black ankle boots.

I roughly pined back some of my hair, getting it out of my face before putting on some make up. Smoky eyes and natural lips. Adding my black studded bracelet and fixing up my gold heart necklace, I was ready to go.

By now, music was going, the place was crowded and drinks were being drunk.

I headed outside, smiling over at Kip who waved at me, standing with some crow eater chick. Cherry was gone, unfortunately. With all the ATF drama, the guys had broken her out of custody and helped her get out of the country. Last I heard, she was at our Belfast charter.

Since she left, Kip had been going from girl to girl, not getting attached, but needing the distraction. Honestly, I didn't blame him. My hormones were going crazy, being close to Juice but not being able to have him again. I was even thinking about finding someone new to tumble with...

"Want a beer?" I looked to my left to see Happy by the bar with some other Sons, who I did not know.

I nodded, and he grabbed one, opening it before passing it to me. "Thanks." I smiled. He nodded, stepping away from the guys and joining me as I headed outside. As we walked out, I looked up at Happy. "How's your mum?"

Hap and I had talked a few times, and I'd come to learn his mum wasn't in good shape. I didn't know her, but I still cared.

"She's getting better."

"I'm glad." I smiled. "Family's important."

An arm came around my shoulder. I didn't even have to look up to know it was Juice, I recognised the smell and feel of him... weird, right?

"What are you two talking about?" he asked, looking between Happy and me.

Happy looked at Juice's arm around my shoulder. "You two hooked up yet?"

Happy was hard to read so if you didn't know him you wouldn't be sure if he was just curious, or judging. I knew he was both, but also amused. The fact Juice was trying to get me, the princess, meant he was insane and ballsy.

I was about to say something, when our attention was pulled to the car driving into the lot. Frowning, the three of us walked over to check out what was going on, Juice and Happy on either side of me.

"Garage is closed." Clay called, him and Tig walking over to the guys who exited the vehicle. Chibs, Ope, Kip and Piney came to see what was going on too. Something just didn't feel right...

"We're not here for car repairs." one of the men called back, dressed in some fancy suit. "I understand you're a Camacho fan." he offered Clay a box of cigars.

Clay looked down at it, the rest of us stopping to stand behind him. "Who are you?" he asked, unamused.

A man in a white shirt passed a business card over to Clay. "We're just dropping by to give you a little friendly advice."

Clay looked at the card and back at the men, who had a number of big tough guys standing behind them. "And what advice would that be?"

"We feel it would be best for all concerned if you stopped dealing arms to the One Niners and the Mayans."

The guys all laughed as a frown set upon my face. I wasn't an angel, we all knew that. But racism was a soft spot for me. I didn't discriminate. But by the looks of the tattoos on these guys, they looked to be white supremacist.

"I don't even know what you're talking about." Clay asked, still grinning. He shrugged. "We're just mechanics and Harley lovers."

Tig looked to the guys standing behind the two men who were doing all the talking. "That's one of Darby's guys back there."

"Mr. Darby is one of our supporters." the suit man nodded.

"Hmm." Clay walked around the two front men.

All humour left as the guys became tense, ready for action. Happy alone had enough menacing energy to make me shake. While Juice stood closer to me, ready to defend me if necessary.

"Expensive car. Hell of a suit. All your teeth." Clay came back to stand in front of them. "Must be at the top of the Aryan food chain, huh?"

"What you do for a living is between you and your maker. I'm not here to adjust your moral compass. This is just a reality check. You're a criminal and you're done selling guns to colour."

I took a step forward, ready to kick this guy's ass, just as Tig got his gun out to kill the bastard. Both Juice and Happy grabbed my arms, holding me in place.

"Are you gonna shot me, Mr. Trager?" Suit asked, holding back Mr. White-shirt, or whoever they were. "With all these witnesses?"

Tig and the suit just stared at each other, challenging.

Clay sighed. "Look, I don't know what Darby told you and I don't know what your angle is; but let me be real clear." he shrugged. "Nobody threatens Samcro. And nobody tells us what we can and can't do. Black, brown... or white. So why don't you just climb back into your little German clown car and drive back to Nazi town." this made the suit laugh. "Because the next time you piss all over my shoes... we will kill you. And I don't give a shit how many witnesses there are."

The suit nodded. "My shop opens in a few weeks. Until then..." he placed the box of cigars on the ground. "Enjoy." he nodded before turning around.

White shirt looked to me, all the guys stepping closer, ready to defend. "Sorry, Miss." he nodded politely, turning to follow the others. As he got to mum he stopped. "Sorry, ma'am." he told her before moving to the car and getting in.

As soon as they were gone, Clay handed Juice the business card. "I wanna know everything."

Juice nodded, "You got it."

Clay's eyes then turned to me. "And I don't want to see you stand up to guys like that again, you got it?"

I went to argue. "Clay-"

"Got it?" he repeated.

It wasn't that he was angry, he just hated having me involved. We both knew I shouldn't have even been listening to that exchange in the first place. We also knew I was going to do whatever I wanted. But this time, I would listen.

I sighed, nodding. "Got it."

"Take her inside with you. And keep an eye on her. I don't trust these assholes." he told Juice.

Orders given, Juice grabbed my arm. "Let's go." he told me, and I followed, not even bothering to fight against his grip or argue.

BaMbY