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After gym, Ally swapped her books out at her locker in preparation for going to the garage and maybe starting on some homework. Today had been another repeat of the day before. Taunts of 'Trager-troll' followed her periodically throughout the day and a spitball or two had been lodged at her in calculus. Nothing too bad.
"Allison."
Ally looked around her locker to see Mr. Martin. He crooked a finger at her. "A word, please, before you go."
Ally rolled her eyes as she shut her locker and begrudgingly followed her teacher. Mr. Martin was one of the younger teachers at Charming High. He had only been teaching for four years, but this was his first year teaching there. His ginger hair was starting to recede and he kept an impeccably groomed goatee in an attempt to be 'with it.' At one point in college he may have been in shape, but his stomach had begun to gut out in a pregnant fashion.
"Allison," he started as he closed the door to the classroom behind them, "we need to come to an understanding." He always called her Allison or Miss Trager, never Ally like she preferred and what the other teachers called her.
"Okay," Ally replied slowly.
Mr. Martin gestured to the desk closest to him. "Please, have a seat."
"I'll stand."
Her short answer threw him for a moment and he blinked rapidly for a slight moment and Ally noticed a tick in his jaw. "Fine. Well, I've caught up on all of your class' grades, including all the homework and the test we took last week and," he pulled a white piece of paper from a folder, "I need you to get a parent to sign this so they will know that you're failing my class."
"What? I can't be." Ally snatched the paper from him. It didn't list any grades, it was merely a standard form for Tig to know that his daughter was a dumbass and for him to sign it in agreement. "How?"
"Well, you didn't turn in some homework last week and some you did turn in was only partially finished,"
"You said it wasn't mandatory," Ally interjected.
Mr. Martin gave her a patronizing look. "Of course it's mandatory. All homework is mandatory. Everybody knows that. Your test," he pulled her test out from his file cabinet. Even from the back, Ally could see the bleeding red marks throughout it. "Was less that satisfactory. I mean, did you even read the material."
Ally nodded. "Yes. Yes, I did."
"Well, not well enough," Mr. Martin replied, putting her test back. "I expect your parents to act accordingly and I expect to see your grade rise to the occasion, otherwise, you will be repeating your Senior year, Allison."
Ally ground her teeth. "That it?" At Mr. Martin's nod, she turned on her heel and stalked out of the building.
"Shit," she cursed once the door to her truck was shut. She let her head tilt back onto the headrest in defeat. She honestly tried in school, but her grades were always sub-mediocre at best. She was actually pretty relieved when she didn't see his bike at the garage when she pulled up. She shoved the form into her backpack and hurried into the office, waving at the guys in the garage.
"Hey Gem."
Gemma looked up from where she was filing invoices. "Oh, hey baby. How was school."
"Shitty," she answered honestly. She made sure the door to the garage was shut before she continued. "I'm failing English."
"Oh shit." Gemma leaned on the desk and cupped her hand around Ally's chin, lifting it up so she could look in her eyes. "Is this what you've been upset about lately?"
Ally pulled her chin out of Gemma's grasp. "I haven't been upset."
"You haven't been yourself."
"Maybe I have been and nobody's realized because I'm not seven years old anymore."
Gemma lifted an eyebrow at her short response. "Well, someone's feeling like a little ray of sunshine today. Oh, look who's back." She opened the garage door. "Tig, Ally's here with something for you."
"Bitch," Ally mumbled to herself and went ahead and dug the form out and casually held it out. Tig immediately snatched it out of her hand as he breezed by, sitting in the desk.
"Failing? Al, school just started."
"I know," Ally looked down at her shoes before looking into Tig's eyes. "And it's bullshit. He said the questions at the end of the chapters were optional, not mandatory homework. I did some of them because I really didn't know what the story was about. Daddy, I'm trying, I'm fucking trying. I'm sorry. I'm studying. You see me studying."
Tig nodded while balling up the form and throwing it away. "I know you do. It's early in the year. You missed some fucking homework. Do the homework from now on and you'll be fine. If this teacher keeps on your ass you let me know and I'l take care of it. You've all ready told me you have no interest in college, right?" He waited for her to nod. "Just get your diploma. It doesn't matter if it's by a squeak, baby. People like us don't test well. Doesn't mean we're stupid."
Ally nodded. "I know. It just sucks to have to deal with, you know." She sighed and looked out the window. "Is Juice here?"
"Yeah. He's in the garage. Why?" He gave her a curious look.
Ally shrugged. "I, uh, kind of went a little psycho on him last night and I want to apologize."
"You don't have to apologize to a prospect," Tig reminded her. "And don't forget my rule when it comes to prospects."
Ally rolled her eyes. "I'm not looking to blow him Dad, I want to just apologize. I feel bad. He was only trying to help." Tig rolled his eyes and nodded out the window where Juice was headed towards the picnic tables, cigarette in his mouth.
"He's on break. I'll be watching."
Ally rolled her eyes and made her way across the parking lot to the tables in front of the clubhouse. "Hey Juice."
Juice looked over his shoulder, cigarette hanging out of his mouth to see Ally Trager looking much, much better than she did the night before. "Hey Ally. What's up?" He got off of the table and stood in front of her.
"Um," Ally pushed her hair back behind her ear, but the breeze kept pushing it in her face. "I, uh, just wanted to apologize for, you know, last night. I shouldn't have yelled at you like that. I'm sorry."
Juice took a drag from his cigarette. "You gonna tell me what went down last night?" He forced himself not to smirk at the pursing of her lips.
"He wanted me to do something I didn't want to do. Asked him to leave. He didn't. I punched him. You know the rest."
"What did he want you to do?"
"That's none of your business," she replied quietly. "What was so sad was it was nothing but the truth and I didn't like it. We cool?"
Juice nodded. "Yeah, we're cool and I'm sorry for yelling at you and thank you for not telling your dad about it." He grinned and it only got goofier at the sound of her little giggle. She took a step forward and he knew what was coming. He quickly glanced towards the shop to see Tig nowhere to be found, but Dan watching like a hawk. Standing on her tiptoes, Ally wrapped her arms around his neck, her perfume filling his nose.
His arms automatically went around her waist and he couldn't help but take a sniff of her hair. It smelled like apples.
"Thank you for everything Juice. You're too good to me," she whispered in his ear and he could have sworn her lips ghosted over his neck. Out of reflex, he gently squeezed her hips and felt, rather than heard, the intake of her gasp and the slight, subconscious rock of her hips.
A car pulling into the garage broke quickly broke them apart. Juice could see the adorable blush on Ally's cheeks and the smile playing at the corners of her mouth. He caught himself mirroring her when she bit her lip. "Bye Juice."
"See ya Ally."
Ally could feel him watching her as she headed back into the office. She couldn't help but look over her shoulder to catch him still watching her. She could only pray to whatever deity felt like listening that her father didn't see it.
"What was that about?"
Ally jumped when Gemma's voice broke her of her reverie. "What was what?"
Gemma narrowed her heavily lined eyes. "Don't play dumb with me missy. You and Juice. What? You go down for brown?" Gemma smirked at the blush sweeping across Ally's face and neck. "What does Tiggy have to say about that?"
Ally's silence was all she needed to hear. She chuckled to herself. "Don't worry sweetheart, I won't tell. I'll leave that for you. Have you gone down yet?"
"Gemma!"
Gemma shrugged, unabashed. "Just wondered. You two looked pretty cozy out there. And you haven't wiped that smile off your face yet." She watched as Ally tried to contort her face into a more neutral expression and failing. "Didn't say it was a bad thing. You haven't smiled much lately."
Ally shrugged. "Haven't had much to smile about lately and no, I have not 'gone down for brown.' He's just a prospect and Dad would kill me and him. He's just . . . a friend."
Gemma nodded, her eyes skeptical. "A friend, huh? What, uh, happened to your other friend? The fat one? Haven't seen her around much?"
"Carrie." Ally's smile immediately melted as she rolled her eyes. "Got skinny and became a cheerleader. I wasn't good enough to hang out with then."
"What a bitch."
"Fucking bitch," Ally agreed. "Whatever."
The rest of the day went by without incident. Ally went home after it closed to study for a calculus test. The rest of the week went by in a similar fashion until it was finally the weekend. Ally worked the office every other weekend and it was her turn. She adjusted the towel wrapped around her body and stared at her closet.
Juice hadn't spoken her at all since the other day. She caught him glancing at her every once in awhile, but he never approached her. She wanted that to change. She didn't want to lose that spark that was there the other day. Digging in a drawer she found an old black tank from junior high. On a whim, she slipped it on. It was too small, but not in a bad way.
It was very snug across her chest and not long enough to meet the band of her jeans, leaving a sliver of flesh that exposed her bellybutton. She slipped some panties on and checked herself out in the mirror.
Her tits looked great.
She threw on her favorite jeans that fit her just right and the tall black boots Gemma insisted she buy before school started and had yet to wear. She inspected herself one more time in the mirror. "Trager-troll my asshole."
When she arrived at the garage, she had barely made it into the office before Tig was in front of her.
"What the hell are you wearing?"
"Clothes."
"Clothes? More like fucking baby clothes. Could that shirt be any smaller? Every guy out there has a damn boner now."
Ally rolled her eyes. She was in a fantastic mood today and Tig was not going to squash it. She leaned up and kissed his cheek. "Relax Daddy. You won't let anybody touch me so it doesn't matter what I'm wearing."
"Not the point," Tig muttered, going back into the garage, knowing she was the only female who had him whipped. "Cover up," he said behind him; which, of course, she didn't.
Ally couldn't help but smile and enjoy the day. Her smiles also may have come from the fact that Juice looked for any reason to see her or, better yet, touch her. He brushed up against her reaching for the phone. Gently put his hand on her hips as he helped her reach something from the top shelf. He might have let his hand run up her spine in the process too.
Ally couldn't wipe the smile off her face with bleach if she wanted to. There was just over an hour left for work and the garage was starting to wind down. Ally was distracting herself by doodling on a scrap piece of paper. Happy told her to practice and build up an art portfolio for him.
The office door opened and a middle aged man in a neatly pressed polo and khakis entered. "Hi. I'm Dr. Samson. Is my daughter's car ready? I dropped it off around lunch today. It's the white Focus."
Ally glanced through the window into the garage to see a white Focus with a stupid flower decal on the back. It was Blair's. "Um, let me check," she murmured, seeing Blair come into the office behind her father. "Shit. Op!" She walked over to the towering club member. He was starting to grow out a beard and it was strange for her to see his face like that.
"Skank ho's car ready?" She nodded to the Focus.
Opie chuckled at the description and glanced through the window to see Blair. "I remember her. Still a cunt?"
Ally nodded. "Yep." She took the work order Opie gave her. "Should charge them double."
"Do it on the sly and split with me."
She grinned. "Done."
"Okay Dr. Samson, everything looks good and it'll be," she trailed off when she realized Dr. Samson had left the office and was outside on his cellphone. She was left with Blair in the office. "Blair," she greeted dully.
Blair gave her a catty look over, before a smug grin spread across her face. "What possessed you to think you could wear that Trager-troll?" She laughed to herself. "Fatass."
Ally clenched her jaw, the work order crumpling in her fists. "You cannot talk to me like that here."
Blair rolled her eyes. "Oh, what are you going to do? Get me shot? Gangbanged? I bet you like that and I bet those old men out there like doing that to you."
Ally threw the work order on the desk and stalked to Blair, ready to give her a piece of her fist. Dr. Samson walked in right when Ally got in Blair's face. "Is there a problem here?" He stepped between the girls and gave Ally a cold, hard look. "I don't like your attitude little girl. I want to see the owner."
Blair smirked behind her father. "Sure," Ally replied, stepping back with a saccharine sweet smile on her lips. "Clay!"
"Your father works here to, doesn't he?"
Ally nodded reluctantly, her jaw set and lips pursed.
"Get him too," he demanded as Clay Morrow entered the room. Clay was an imposing figure and his cold blue eyes looked between the dentist and Ally. "There a problem?"
Dr. Samson nodded. "Yes. This young lady," he pointed to Ally, "has a terrible attitude towards customers and I would like to speak to her father as well. He and I need to have a discussion."
Clay's bushy eyebrows raised at the demands. He opened the door and called for Tig to come in.
"What's up brother," Tig asked Clay as he wiped his greasy hands on a rag. His eyes settled on Blair and her father. "Something wrong?" He looked to Ally, who didn't take her eyes off of Blair who was hiding behind her father.
"I'm Alan Samson and this is my daughter Blair," he gestured to the blonde, who was doing her best to appear docile and innocent. "Your daughter," he pointed roughly at Ally, "has been terrorizing her at school and now here. I don't stand for bullying, especially not against my daughter. Not to mention, it is horrible to have her working at a business dealing with people. She needs to have an attitude adjustment and evaluate her life's options."
"Al," Tig said to her, keeping his eyes on the dentist, "go in the garage. Sweetheart," he nodded to Blair, "why don't you step outside so your old man and I can have a talk in private." Out of the corner of his eye, he could see his daughter sent the other girl a legit death glare before grabbing the plaid shirt on the back of the chair, following orders and leaving.
"Do not call my daughter sweetheart," Alan snapped as the respective doors shut behind the girls. "She is not one of your low rent sluts."
"Let me stop you right there," Clay stepped up, his voice calm. "First of all, you do not come into my garage and tell me who I need or not need to hire. You do not tell me what to do, doc. Ally is a great worker and she's practically family to me and I won't let anyone say anything against my family. If you don't like it, you can leave."
Alan scoffed. "Thugs. All of you. No wonder she acts like an animal. She was raised by them. I will be contacting the Better Business Bureau about you. Maybe Child Services too."
Tig stepped between Clay and Alan and raised a single finger. "Shut up," he demanded, eerily soft. "Do not come in here and threaten me, my kid or Clay and do not," he stepped forward, causing Alan to step back. "Do not ever talk about my kid like that. Ever. If I hear her name cross you or your little cocksucking daughter's lips again, I will hunt you down like an animal. Understand me?"
Alan's eyes had become wide during Tig's speech and he had stepped back until his back was against the door, Tig barely a foot in front of him. "I can hurt you," Tig reminded him softly.
"Get out," Clay said, putting a hand on Tig's shoulder. "You'd be smart to listen to him and do not come back. I'll bill you."
Ally watched the confrontation between Tig, Clay and Alan through the window as she sat on the tail of a truck Bobby was working on. She heard the roar of motorcycles and turned to see Juice and Jax pull up. They had to go someone earlier for club business. She could also see Blair perk up quickly as they backed their bikes up.
"You want to talk about it," Bobby drawled as he sat on the back of the truck with her, lighting a cigarette.
Ally shook her head. "Nope."
Bobby nodded in understanding and followed her line of sight where a blonde teenager was practically panting over Jax and Juice. "You know what happens to girls like her?"
Ally broke off her stare to look at him, shaking her head.
Bobby took a drag. "Well," smoke billowed from his lips, "they go off to college, join a sorority. Get passed around by the fraternities, not unlike here, but more 'civilized,'" he air quoted with his fingers. "Graduate. Get a job in real estate or something then get married to one of those frat boys and live in a nice little house with a white picket fence and squeeze out a few kids."
Ally blinked flatly at him. "This is supposed to make me feel better?"
Bobby chuckled and flicked the ashes. "Then they get fat. And not a sexy, curvy, grab and go to town fat. I mean fat, fat. They hate themselves. Husbands have an affair, leave them, they get fatter and wonder where they went wrong. And resent their entire lives."
Ally nodded, her sights had turned back to Blair and the boys while Bobby was talking. She saw Juice glance at her before heading into the garage, Jax behind him, but not before Jax winked at her and called her 'darlin.'
"Don't call her darlin,'" Ally growled as they got close. Jax wrapped his arm around her neck and kissed the top of her head. "She's not a darlin.' She's a cold hearted, manipulative, evil slut-whore."
"Oh, calm down Al. Just giving her something to finger herself to later." He winked at her and laughed when her face became even poutier while he lit a cigarette. Ally wrapped her plaid shirt tighter around herself as she crossed her arms and took a drag off of Jax's cigarette.
"She doesn't even deserve that," she muttered around the smoke billowing from her mouth. "I hate her so fucking much."
The door opened and Tig leaned out. "Juice! Get in here." Juice hopped down from the work table he was sitting on and went into the office.
"What's up?"
"Dig up what you can on Alan Samson," Clay instructed as he watched the dentist and his daughter drive away. "Doesn't matter how small. I want to know everything." He closed the blinds and saw Juice's slightly confused look. "We have to protect the family. All of it." He turned to Tig. "Is there something going on I need to know about?"
Tig smoked cigarette and sighed. "I don't know man. She doesn't tell me anything anymore. I know there's something wrong. I can tell. What it is, I don't know and I highly fucking doubt what that little gash told her daddy was true. Ally does a lot of things, but starting and picking fights ain't one of them. I am going to take care of one of her problems tonight though." He looked at Juice. "You're with me tonight, Juicy."
Clay nodded. "You know it's too quiet when your kid's high school drama is the most interesting thing going on. It's too quiet."
"Me and Jax saw some Mayans on our way back from Oakland," Juice piped up. "Jax didn't seem too concerned, but he did say he never saw them that close to the border before."
Tig and Clay exchanged a glance. "Get Jax in here. I want to know what's going on in Oakland."
Ally was grateful when Jax was called away. He was torturing her with the same game he tortured her with as a kid. Ally severely hated wet willies and wanted to shove one up Jax's ass for being a dick. Jax clapped Otto Delaney on the shoulder as he went in. Otto was on the shop phone with his wife, Luanne.
He had a shit eating grin on his face when he finished the call and joined them at the truck. "Wrap party at Cara Cara tonight." He nudged Ally with his elbow. "You down princess?"
Ally scoffed. "Yeah, right. Dad doesn't give me a lot of rules or anything, but in his attempt to have some sort of moral code: no porn parties until I'm 18."
Otto laughed and slung an arm around her shoulders. "That's lame baby girl, so lame."
"Probably a good thing," Bobby added. "Ally here could probably put half those girls to shame." He winked at Ally, who blushed slightly and hunched over a little bit. She knew that statement wasn't true. She had been so glad her plaid shirt from Monday was still on the back of the chair. Maybe Blair was right. Maybe she had no business wearing that shirt.
"What?" Otto noticed her curling into herself. "Don't think that's true?" He knew the answer by her silence. "Me and Luanne were talking about that the other day. If you were in front of the camera, the internet would melt down baby girl and I would be a very rich man." He turned her chin so she would be looking at him. "Your dad should be very worried. You've grown into quite the babe." He leaned to whisper in her ear. "Don't let anyone else tell you different. Own that shit and that ass."
He leaned back to see her blush and smile softly. "There's my smile," he commented. "Now," he tugged on her plaid shirt. "Take this shit off. I need something prettier than Bobby to look at."
Ally obliged and leaned her head against Otto's shoulder. "You really do have great tits," Otto commented as he lit a cigarette. Ally shook her head and hopped off the truck.
"I'm going to start counting down for the day. Have fun at the T&A parade." She knocked on the office door before entering. Tig, Clay, Jax, and Juice had stopped their conversation. "Sorry, I was going to close out real quick. I can wait."
Clay shook his head. "No, it's fine Ally. Church," he said, giving his patched brothers a significant look. "Juice, clean up the garage."
It didn't take long before Ally was finished for the day. When Clay called church it could take anywhere from ten minutes to several hours. She wasn't going to wait around on Tig. "Hey Juice," she stepped into the garage, purse on her shoulder. "I'm headed out."
Juice paused from sweeping the floor and nodded. "Yeah. Cool. Need me to follow you?"
Ally rolled her eyes. "No. I don't think the boogie man is going to attack me during a fifteen minute drive. Where's Dan?"
"Club stuff," he answered vaguely and Ally nodded in understanding. Dan had been charged with watching the gun warehouse that night. "So, you going to Cara Cara tonight?"
"No. Dad doesn't want me at a porn party until I'm at least 18 and boobs everywhere is not my favorite cup of tea, so I'm cool with not going. Are you?" She propped herself on the back of the truck again.
Juice shook his head and put the broom away. "Nah. I got a job tonight and prospects are not allowed at Cara Cara. We gotta be fully patched first." He stood in front of her, arms crossed over his chest casually, making his arms look bigger and better than what they all ready were.
"That's gotta suck for you."
He shrugged. "Yeah, I'm a little disappointed, to be honest. I mean, I am a guy." He grinned at her and snuck a quick look at her ample cleavage that was so tantalizingly displayed in her tiny tank. He could feel a semi forming in his pants. "Oh, and um, by the way, ah," he paused and scratched the back of his head nervously. "You look really pretty today." He watched as her adorable blush crept up her cheeks.
"Thanks." She pushed a strand of her curly hair behind her ear. "Probably shouldn't have worn this shirt though. I've been told it's a little small."
Juice shook his head and twisted a strand of her long hair around his fingers. "No. I don't think you should wear any other shirt. Ever. You don't even know how amazingly hot you look in this." He boldly let his finger run up her neck to her cheek and to the back of her head, fingers weaving through her hair. Her lips parted slightly in response.
"Juice."
Their eyes met and a silent question was answered. He slowly lowered his mouth to hers, Ally quickly meeting him in the middle. She moaned sweetly as soon as their lips met. Juice slid his hands into her hair and turned her head slightly as her mouth opened for him.
Ally's legs widened and curled around his knees to allow him to get closer as her hands went from his arms to his back where they roamed and reverently touched the fabric covered muscle. Juice's hands ran down her back and past her waist to her ass, which he squeezed and pushed towards him, grinding against her, making another sweet moan of pleasure come from her. Ally wrapped her legs around his hips in response.
Their lips separated for air and Juice attached his to her neck, shoving her mane of hair to the side. "Oh, Juice," she panted, turning his face to meet her lips again. Her fingers left a trail of fire on him as they slid down his chest and slipped under his T-shirt. He thrust against her a little harder in response before his brain caught up with the situation.
"Wait," he murmured between kisses. "Wait, Ally. Wait." He put his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her back. She made an erotic picture with her hair mussed, lips swollen and chest heaving to catch her breath. For him.
"What? What's wrong?"
"We can't," he said breathlessly, his hands running up and down her arms. He could see her in her face the confusion and the beginnings of her shutting down. "No, no, wait." He pecked her lips one more time. "It's not like that. I swear, Ally." He two rapid fire kisses followed by a longer one. "Jesus, it's not like that." He cradled her face in his hands. "It's just that your dad is in the clubhouse right now and could come out and any moment and he would kill me for even looking at you, much less practically humping you in the damn garage." He kissed her forehead softly. "Oh, I'm going to hell for this."
Ally looked up and him and placed her palm on the side of his face. "I'll handle my dad, but please tell me this wasn't a one time, you got your rocks off, fooled around with the SA's daughter, check off the life list. Please."
Juice could see the insecurity in her bright blue eyes, that were shining even brighter than usual due to the excitement of the previous moment. He shook his head and kissed her softly. "No. No, it's not like that at all. I want to get to know you better and I am far from getting my rocks off." He ground his hips into hers, proving the hard situation that was still at hand.
Ally giggled impishly. "I could help you with that." Juice chuckled darkly in return.
"Oh, I'm sure you could pretty girl, but I don't have a death wish today."
"I can talk to my dad," Ally insisted, loosening her legs from their clasp around him, but leaving her hands resting on his hips, her left ring finger playing softly with the skin under his shirt.
Juice's thumb traced over her cheek. "Can we keep this on the down low until I get patched in?" At the furrow of her eyebrows, he knew he needed to explain better. "Because, because," he added quickly. "Because, if this," he gestured between the two of them, "doesn't work out, for whatever reason, I'm pretty sure nobody will vote to patch me in and this is the life I've chosen, Ally. I can't mess that up. Plus," he started talking faster, "you're 17 and I'm 21 and it's only a few years, but it doesn't feel right letting everyone know until your 18."
Ally nodded. She grew up in this life and she understood the little nuances that could make or break you in a club like this. It wasn't just a club for the members and their families, it was a way of life and nothing to be taken lightly. "No, I get it. We can keep it under wraps and I'll do my best to control myself around you. Which, will be hard knowing how good of a kisser you are and now the constant curiosity of this here." Her fingers traced the top of his pants. Juice grabbed her hands and twisted her fingers with his away from his crotch.
"Curiosity killed the cat," he murmured into her ear, kissing the soft skin below it. He didn't want to stop touching her.
"Cat has nine lives," she purred back, gently biting on the lobe of his ear. Juice could feel his body pulling into hers again. He had to physically step back until his back was against a tool chest.
"You need to go," he said hoarsely. "Please." Ally grinned and hopped of the truck.
"See you later Juice."
"Later Ally." She waited until he killed all the lights and locked the garage down before walking to her truck. One look over her shoulder proved to her that his eyes were trained on her and for the first time in her life, she felt powerful and sexy.
Thankfully, the MC was still in chapel when Juice entered the clubhouse. He had barely started doing some basic research of Alan Samson when they let out and Tig and Jax headed towards him.
"You'd recognize that Preston kid, right?"
Juice nodded. "Yeah. The amount of piercings he has is enough ID alone. Why?"
Tig shrugged and accepted a beer from a sweetbutt. "Need to deliver a message. He's supposed to be hanging out at Old Town tonight. We'll go, I'll discuss and then Jax and I will go to Pussyland while you go to my house and fix Ally's damn computer so she can get her schoolwork done."
"What, ah, what's wrong with it?"
Tig glared at him impatiently. "I don't know. You're supposed to figure that out." He took a pull from his beer. "Let's go. I'm ready to get my dick wet." Jax and Juice followed Tig to the outskirts of town where a small, rundown beer joint called Old Town sat. Juice recognized the green lowrider truck sitting in the parking lot.
"That's his truck," Juice said, nodding to it. Jax nodded and scanned the parking lot quickly to find it quiet and empty before slashing all four tires with the knife he kept sheathed on his belt. Tig nodded his approval.
"Jax, Juice, go in and bring him out. I will be waiting in the back," Tig instructed, heading to the employees only exit of the bar. Juice followed Jax into the small, dimly lit bar.
"Which one is he," Jax asked, looking to Juice, who was scanning the bar. Juice nodded to a kid in a neon colored trucker hat, his piercings gleaming in the black lights strung sporadically throughout the bar. "Jesus Christ, Al. Really?" He shook his head. "You go on that side. I'll get this one." He handed the bartender some cash, who nodded and walked into the kitchen area.
"Hey Preston," Jax greeted as he walked up behind the kid and put his hand at he scruff of his neck. "Been looking for you."
"What the fuck, bro? Get your fucking hands off me. I ain't your damn bitch," Preston exclaimed, trying to wiggle out of Jax's grasp.
"Oh, but you are tonight, buddy," Jackson replied, slapping his face in a joking manner. "Maybe you remember my friend here, Juice?" Jax turned him so he saw Juice standing in front of him, fists balled by his sides, at the ready. Preston tried to jerk away from Juice.
"Hey, hey, bro. I ain't been near her. You can't touch me."
Juice grabbed him by the shirt and slammed him against he wall, much like he had done before. "Oh, yeah? Bro? Can't touch you?" He laughed darkly. "Just wait. Come on asshole." Together, Juice and Jax dragged him through the back exit where Tig was waiting.
"Who's this old man?"
"Old man," Tig repeated. "Old man?" He punched Preston in the nose, finishing off the work his daughter had done when he heard the satisfying crunch of a broken nose. "I'm Allison Trager's father and you made my baby girl cry so I'm going to make you cry. Let him go," he ordered Juice and Jax.
Tig enjoyed violence and he was good at it. Especially when it was in the defense of his family. "Get up." He hoisted a barely conscious Preston up on his feet and letting him stand. Preston swayed on his feet and was shaking his head as if begging for mercy.
"Juicy, my gift to you." Tig held a hand out to Preston. "You saw Ally cry. Let's see him cry." Preston tried to get away, but Jax held him in place so Juice could have his moment to wail on him.
"All right," Jax said when Preston was barely making whimpers. He let him go and Preston fell to the ground with a thud. "I think he got his lesson."
Tig leaned down and picked up his head by the hair. "If you ever try to do what you did the other night with my daughter, I will come back and finish the job. Got it?" Preston nodded slowly. "Good. And if you run to anyone about this, well, there won't be anywhere for you to run from us. Remember that." He let Preston's head fall onto the pavement and walked back towards their bikes.
Juice spared one last look at the whimpering, bleeding mess of a douche on the ground. He was trying to say something, but it was soft and slightly garbled. Juice stepped over to him and squatted down. "What was that dickwad?"
"T . . tra . . . trager-troll."
Juice's head cocked in confusion. "What?"
Preston coughed and spat out the blood in his mouth. "Bitch a Trager-troll." At his clarification, Juice's blood boiled. All the he could think about was her lovely face and reaction to his touch earlier in the day. Slowly, he stood and stomped on Preston's heaving stomach, causing the guy to begin to vomit.
"Words hurt, bitch." With that, Juice spat on him and went back to his future brothers.
"We're headed to the wrap party," Tig announced as he revved up his bike, Jax next to him. "You did good today Juice." He looked to Jax. "I'll meet you there brother. I need to talk to the prospect for a minute." Jax nodded to them and left. When he turned onto the road, Tig looked at Juice. "Head over and work on that for Ally. Make sure she's okay. She's been a little off lately. If she mentions anything that might be what's wrong, I want you to tell me. Got it?" At Juice's nod, he steadied his bike. "Good." With that, he was gone.
Juice didn't waste any extra time getting over to Ally's. There was a lot left on the table between them this afternoon and the term 'Trager-troll' kept bouncing in his brain. When he pulled up, he could tell she was still up by the dim flickering of the television illuminating the large picture window. He took a deep breath and knocked on the door.
The door opened a few seconds later to reveal Ally in an old SAMCRO T-shirt that was entirely too big for her and seemingly nothing else. He could see the Glock in her hand and her shoulders relax when she saw it was him.
"What are you doing here?" She opened the door more to let him in.
"Ah," he closed the door behind him and watched her place the Glock in a decorative box that rested on a small table by the door. "Your dad said your computer was messing up. Wanted me to fix it."
"Oh," Ally replied, a little disappointed he was here by the bidding of Tig and not because he wanted to see her. "Um, yeah. It went berserk yesterday and I can't even get it to do anything now." She led him into the living room where the television was showing 'A Little Princess' on mute. The computer was on a desk in the corner of the living room.
Juice sat down and booted it up. As he waited for it to finish, he held his hand out to Ally, who was standing awkwardly to the side. "Come here." He pulled her until she was facing him and straddling his thighs. He ran his hands up the bare, creamy flesh until he got to her behind to realize that she was wearing nothing underneath that T-shirt save for a lacy little thong.
Ally giggled at his face as her hands cupped the back of his neck. "Surprise," she whispered against his mouth before pressing her lips to his. She rocked against him, pleased to find him all ready hard. Juice's hands continued to wander up her back under her shirt to feel the lack of a bra. He couldn't help but smile against her lips and brought his hand around to cup a breast in his hand.
Ally sighed at his touch and leaned back while pulling her shirt off, giving Juice a full, uncensored view of her chest. By the way his eyes locked on them and the distinct twitch in his pants, she could tell he was pleased with the reveal. He dipped his head down and took one perk, pink nipple in his mouth.
Ally moaned loudly and grabbed his head, keeping it in place. "Juice," she moaned, clawing at his shirt, trying to get it off. He detached his mouth from her tits to yank it off and took a moment to appreciate the appreciation on Ally's face as she ran a hand down his toned and chiseled chest, her fingers gently curling around the long silver chain and charm he kept around his neck. He knew he looked good. He worked hard to keep his body like that. The smirk on her face and hungry look in her eyes was all the reward he needed.
Ally kissed him deeply as her fingers went to work on his belt. He placed his hands on top of them to stop her. "Please Juice," she whimpered. "Don't you want me? Feel me," she whispered, taking his hand in hers and slipping them under her panties. His breath caught in his throat at the touch of the warm, slick heat waiting for him. Ally positioned her mouth above his ear. "I don't think I've ever been this wet before. I need you Juice. Please." She gasped as he circled her clit and lifted herself up to give him better access.
"You want this?" Juice' voice was low and rough. Ally nodded her response, losing herself to the pleasure of his touch. He slapped her ass, causing her yelp. "Say it. Tell me you do."
"Please, Juice. I need this. I need you." She kissed his neck. "Do it again."
"What?" He slapped her again. "That?" The moan she released was the most delicious sound he had ever heard.
"Yes. Oh, God yes!" Ally eagerly started working on his belt buckle, but was stopped when Juice placed his hands under her thighs and stood up. He was going to be damned if the first time he had her was in an old computer chair. She squealed and giggled, leaning down to kiss him again. He ran into a wall by mistake and used it to his advantage by pushing her panties aside with one hand and slipping his middle finger in her while his mouth dipped back to her chest.
"Juice," she panted, running her tongue down his neck. Jesus, he didn't expect this little girl to be such a talented vixen. "Oh, my God. Yes." Her moans ended abruptly when a loud pounding sounded from the door. "Oh shit."
Juice quickly set her down and grabbed his shirt and cut, pulling his gun while Ally slipped her T-shirt back on. He held his hand out indicating he wanted her to stay back. She pulled a small handgun from behind a book on the shelf by her. There were obviously weapons stashed everywhere in the Trager household.
The pounding became louder and more insistent. Juice peeked through the peep hole and opened it to find Chibs on the doorstep.
"Time to go Juicy. Shite went down." Chibs stepped into the house and saw Ally with the gun in her hand. "Grab some pants lass. Yer goin' to the clubhouse now." He stopped her as she turned to the put the gun back. "Hold on to that. Now hurry."
Ally didn't need to be told twice. She knew how this operated. She quickly grabbed her jeans from earlier, sneakers and purse and went back to the front while she zipped and buttoned her pants, tucking the handgun in the back of her waistband. "Am I driving?"
"No, you're riding," Chibs stated as he gently took her arm and led her out.
"What happened?"
Chibs gave her a side eye. "Shite, lass. Shite. Huge pile of shite." He didn't even notice that she had stopped to get on the back of Juice's bike and not his. "Let's go." Ally had been riding with her dad and various club members her entire life, but this felt different. It felt more intimate. Her arms were crossed lower on his body than any other club member and she snuggled into his shoulder. Juice lifted her hand and kissed the back of it when Chibs went around a curve first, creating a blind spot for them. Ally kissed his upper shoulder in response.
When they pulled into Teller-Morrow, Gemma was waiting at the door of the clubhouse.
"Get inside and stay inside until we tell you it's safe," Chibs instructed, revving his bike up and heading out, Juice following after a very brief look at Ally. A seed of panic settled in Ally's stomach. This was not an unusual event to be hauled to the clubhouse at any hour of the day or night to be put on some sort of lockdown. Even the panic was normal because she worried about her dad. This time, though, was different. Now Juice was out there. She didn't even know what she and Juice were to one another, but it was enough for her stomach to churn at the tiniest of dark thoughts.
Gemma put an arm around her shoulders and led her into the clubhouse. "What happened?"
"How am I supposed to know? It's not like Chibs said anything," Ally responded quietly as they took a seat at the bar, a crow eater immediately pulling a beer for each of them.
"Not that," Gemma responded, giving her a pointed look. "What happened with Juice?"
Ally took a pull from her beer and looked around the common area, which was relatively sparse with a few regular crow eaters, save for Donna, Opie's old lady, who waved to her as she headed back to Opie's room to lay down. "What do you mean? Nothing."
"Nothing, huh?" Gemma lifted her hair to expose a faint, but still forming hickey. "That doesn't look like nothing."
"What?" Ally got up and shot behind the bar, using a chrome decorative piece to inspect her neck. Sure enough, was a pale, but obvious hickey. "Oh, my God." She was going to kill Juice for this. She could feel Gemma's eyes burning a hold in the back of her head. "What is this? This is so weird."
"Cut the crap Al. It's a hickey." She leveled her with the patented Gemma stare. "Unless it wasn't Juice. You have been staying home by yourself more lately."
Ally shook her head, her hair falling in front of the blemish. Luanne was walking up to join them. "What, uh, what happened tonight with the club?"
Gemma scoffed and took a sip of her beer. "You really need to get better at lying and changing the subject, Al. It will save you so much trouble in the future. I don't know," she answered. "Something about the Mayans. Clay's probably overreacting, but he wanted the inner circle of women protected tonight so, here we are."
Ally was digging through her bag looking for the little tube of concealer she kept in there in case of a zit. "Do you think it'll get bad?"
"I don't know baby," Gemma replied as Luanne, without asking questions, took the concealer tube from the girl and gently applied the cream to her neck. "I hope not. Don't worry, though. They're tough. They can handle a little Mexi-ho down."
"Gemma, Ally, Luanne," Dan greeted as he slipped behind the bar, grabbing a drink for himself. He had been pulled from guard duty to watch the clubhouse. He tipped his bottle in the direction of Ally's shirt. "You look good in SAMCRO, Ally." He then winked at her while licking his lips.
"Are you stupid or just dumb?" Ally cocked an eyebrow and waited for Dan to answer, which he didn't. "I'm the SA's daughter. You do not wink at me."
"You like it when Juice does it," he snapped back, leaning on the bar with his hands flat against the wood. "What's wrong with me?"
"Excuse me?"
"Be very careful Dan," Gemma warned. "This period as a prospect is make or break. Don't break." She looked to Ally. "Go take a shower. It's probably going to be quiet tonight. I put fresh sheets on Tig's bed earlier. Figured you didn't want to sleep in a cesspool of old pussy."
A faint smile crossed Ally's lips as she shook her head. "That is true. Thanks Mama Gemma." With one final glare at Dan, she headed back towards the dorms. While many of the members had their own homes, some lived at the clubhouse and officers always had a room. Ally took used the key Tig gave her years ago and let herself inside. Perhaps a shower would be just what she needed.