Changing the age of the guys. It will follow some of the story line from the show.

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I sighed as I leaned against the building. The sheriff just haaaasss to make a point today about the Sons of Anarchy and how there is a new sheriff in town and in charge and blah, blah, blah, blah!

I just wanted to give him this stupid folder he left at home and then go and help my mom out with dinner before going and falling asleep in my own bed. Ever since they had found out that they were having a kid of their own I have been stuck with the task of making sure the nursery is set up because she shouldn't be doing a lot of work and he is busy with the Sons.

They weren't even my real parents! I mean I am glad that they took me in none everything, but I am getting tired of explaining to people why I am white and my parents are black. I heard the rumble of a bunch of motorcycles. I looked up to see the cop cars block their path and my father walk in front to talk to the one they call Clay. I have done my research. My dad wants me to know these guys so I won't get involved with any of them. He almost had a heart attack just thinking about it.

I looked up and one guy caught my eye. The way he was sitting the bike with his jaw clenched. The riding glasses that he had on. I could feel my heart speed up as I examined him. It was like he could feel my gaze because he turned his head and looked at me, making my heart pick up faster.

"Well, now, if you're the welcoming committee, I was kinda hoping for flowers. Maybe a bundt cake."

Both me and the guy broke our stare at Clays words to my father. I had a feeling the one that I had a stare down was Juice and no doubt he was going to be looking into me now. My father gave Clay a not-amused smile. "I am sorry. No cake."

The one who I recognized as Jax Teller looked like he was done with this conversation, and I do not blame him. If I had just got out I would want to go home and be with my family. I know his girlfriend had a kid while he was inside, and he hasn't been able to meet him yet. I tried to get my father to postpone this whole thing but he refused. "What the hell is this man?" He asked annoyed already.

Dad gave him another twisted smile. "Just a heads up," he mused to the VP before doing a little movement and hooking his fingers in his police belt. "Charming is now under the jurisdiction if the San Joaquin Sheriff Department," he boasted loudly I may at. I shot an annoyed glance at my dad even though he couldn't see it. I was also highly aware that Juice was looking at me once more.

Clay gave Dad an amused smile. "I am guessing that is you?" He asked. I shifted my gaze back to Juice. There was something about him that I liked. His shirt hugged him well and I found myself wanting to see what he looked like underneath it. I cleared my throat and dropped my gaze down. The sly smile that broke across his face made me realize he probably knows what I was thinking about as well as the blush on my face may have given it away.

"Lieutenant Roosevelt. Charming-Morada substation is my command," he said stating his authority. I rolled my eyes. My dad thinks that he is going to get a handle on these boys. He has another thing coming.

Jax left out a sigh that sounded more like a groan. "Well, you got to show everyone how big your stick is, Teddy. Can we go now?" He said/asked making me leave out a chuckle. I slapped my hand over my mouth to hid my amused smile although it didn't go unseen by the 26 year old intelligence officer of the club.

Dad shot him a glare. "The conditions if your release state that no gang colors or identifying clothing may be worn in public."

I rolled my eyes as I mouth along with Clay. It's funny how I knew what he was going to say. "We're not a gang, we're a motorcycle club."

Dad started to use more of his authority. "Well, the Federal Government disagrees. So. The next time I see any one of you who got out today wearing cuts, well," he paused chuckling a little bit. "They'll belong to me. We clear?" He paused to look at all of them a gauge their reactions before his face broke out into a huge smile. "Welcome home, gentlemen." He said before letting the boys go through to their clubhouse.

I sighed watching Juice and the rest of the club leave before going over to my father and giving him his folder. "You know that little thing you just did isn't going to stop them, right?" I asked with the raise of my eyebrow. With a chuckle he messed up my hair. I scowled at him. I am 24 and shouldn't be treated like a kid.

"I know. It was just a friendly heads-up. We have more to go on. Thinking of other ways. Now, you stay away from them. You hear?" He ordered me being the overprotective father that he is.

With a roll of my green eyes I nodded. He broke out into a smile and kissed my forehead. He got distracted by one of his policemen, and I used that time to slip away. Trying to push away thoughts of Juice on that bike, I went home to get ready for an awkward dinner that was bound to happen tonight.

All to be heard was the clinking of forks against plates. This was hands down the most awkward family dinner I have been to and this time I wasn't the cause of it. Nothing was to be honest. It just was awkward.

"So," mom started with a smile. "How is the nursery coming along?" She asked me before taking a bite of the organic food she is eating. Its apparently healthier for the baby.

Biting back a snarky comment I decided to be civil. "It's good. The little monster will love it," I told her not thinking about my word choices. My dad slammed his fist down on the table.

"Echo!" He snapped and that's when I realized my mistake. My family is black. Yeah so what? I could care less. But back were we used to live whites were the main skin color. My parents were called monsters and it was one of the main reasons we had left that neighborhood.

"Dad," I weakly managed out underneath his glare.

"Get out," he snarled. Without having to be told twice I got up and ran out of the house. I just kept going since I had walked there earlier in the day. It was an honest mistake. I didn't mean for it to come out like that.

As I was running I slammed into a body. The person, who I declared is a man, wrapped their arms around me as we fell down onto the pavement. He hit the sidewalk hard and I instantly felt bad. Somehow I ended up straddling him with his arms wrapped around me securely keeping me close. Once he finally left go a little bit I sat up and looked at the man who I had ran into.

My breath stopped as I looked at the man underneath me. He looked distraught. There was tears in his eyes and there was something weighing heavily on him. "I am sorry," I whispered to him out of breath from running or him. Either one or both.

He gave me a weak smile as his hands ended up resting on my hips. I couldn't move. I was to dumbstruck to. "I am Juan, but you can call me Juice," he whispered to me.

"Echo."

Suddenly hyperaware of our position I got off of him before helping him up. He took one look at me crying and his face had worry on it. "Why are you crying?" He asked me lightly touching my face where the tears had stained.

I gave him a soft smile. "Why are you crying?" I shot back with a smile knowing that I wasn't mad. He barked out a laugh. It was one of those laughs that seemed forced.

"Touché."

I bit my lip at him. "Take me away for the night. I don't want to be in this town," I asked him shocking him. His lips curled into a full out real grin. He held his hand out to me.

"Juice!"

"Juicey boy!"

We heard his name being called. I quickly put my hand into his and we ran to his bike. I giggled as the other boys from the MC saw us. He handed me a helmet and I put it on strapping it. He got on the bike and started it up as I slipped on behind him and put my arms around his waste.

The calls for him have got louder as they ran to stop us before we pulled out. In a instant Juice and I were off. Me squealing as he left out a laugh. I felt his abs underneath his shirt and it made me really want to see what they looked like. I had never felt this free.

Growing up with your father the sheriff, where ever you are, is never easy. You have to be pristine. You can't be doing anything wrong. You have to date the right people and have to watch what you are saying and who you are saying it with. Here. On this bike I felt free. I didn't care that I was with someone my dad didn't want me to be with. I wanted this. I don't care anymore. I am 24 for crying out loud and my parents have a child on the way.

He pulled off to the side and we ended up at a cliff. He shut the bike off and helped me off. I walked over to the edge of the and sat down leaning on my elbows. Juice walked over and sat next to me and we looked over Charming.

"What we say here stays here. Right?" He asked me obviously contemplating if he should tell me or not. I gave him a soft and encouraging smile.

"Of course."

He gave me a smile before taking a deep breath. "I killed someone." I froze this is club shit. "I just. I don't know how to take it. I want it to go away. The memory of it all. I have shot at people so I never knew if I killed them but I watch this guy fall after I shot him and I-" he cut himself off with a strangled sob. My heart lurched at the sound of it.

"My parents are black and they are expecting. Back in our old neighborhood people called them monsters. My mom asked how the nursery was going along tonight at dinner because I am setting it up and I called the baby a little monster without thinking. I had never seen my dad so mad in my life before. He screamed at me to get out and then I ran into you," I informed him as tears slipped down my face.

"Help me," he whispered. I looked at him funny. "Help me get my mind off of it," he explained further. I grinned and got up extending my hand to him. We moved backwards so that way we wouldn't fall off the cliff.

He laid down and I straddle him once more. Just this time it was on purpose. I leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. It was one of those vulnerable kisses. We had both just exposed ourselves to each other in one way and now we are going to do it again.

In a swift motion I took off his shirt looking at his abs. Something I have been wanting to look at all day. In another swift motion I took my shirt off. He grinned as he moved his hands up my back pushing me back down to meet his lips. He unclipped my bra making it slide down before he cupped my breast.

Suddenly he flipped us over. He took a look at my half naked body and that was all it took for us to get lost in ourselves over night.