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Chapter Two
I woke up to the annoying buzz of my phone and groaned. Juice made an indecipherable noise at my side and I slid out of bed, trying not to wake him. As soon as I got out of bed I grabbed Juice's shirt and slid it on before I went out to answer my phone. Hopefully I'd be back in it before he woke up. He'd been exceptionally clingy since the baby and Weston; I didn't want to give him any reason for concern. When I got out into the hallway I went straight for the bathroom, the only way to simultaneously get privacy and not wake up a cranky biker after an epic party.
"Milla here." I answered as soon as the door was shut.
"Hey baby." Luann sounded upset and I felt my heart go out to her.
"Luann, hey. You know I was up all night screwing my husband, right?" I asked and we shared a laugh.
"Yeah, I know baby. I wouldn't ask if this shit wasn't serious. Come to CaraCara, I need your help with some of our girls." She sounded so upset that there really was nothing else I could do.
"Give me some time to shower and dress. I'll be there within the hour." I rubbed a hand over my face, this would not go over well with Juice but I'd cross that bridge when I came to it.
"Thank you baby." She hung up and I decided that since I was in the bathroom I might as well shower before I went back to the room. I definitely wouldn't be getting back in bed with my husband.
After the shower, I went back to the room and dressed. Giving a sad look to my husband I knelt on the bed and kissed his shoulder before I grabbed my purse and silently made my way out of the clubhouse. I drove to the studio and was shocked to see only about three cars in the lot, Chantal's, Luann's and Brits. A bad feeling started. Well actually it built on the feeling I'd been having since I met the white power brigade. I was out of my jeep and in the studio as soon as I rolled to a stop.
Luann was standing off to the side while Chantal consoled her and Dave was milling around with Brit and a couple other girls. I had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. The porn stars had carpooled. Luann looked up and gave me a watery smile while I practically ran to her.
"Oh baby, they're gonna take everything." Her tears were hot on my neck while she sobbed and Chantal gave me a cool look.
"What?" I asked her harshly as I rubbed a hand over Luann's back.
"You get a new job, a new husband and suddenly we're not on your radar anymore Milla. Shit's been hitting us for weeks now and you don't care." Her cool look turned into a glare and I felt tears come into my eyes.
"I do care. I won't use excuses, but I do care about you all and I care about CaraCara."I cried against Luann's hair and she straightened herself up and brushed my tears from my face.
"Look at us, crying over this shit. Let's go to the office and I'll fill you in on what's goin down." I nodded and felt some satisfaction as she glared at Chantal.
"What's happening?" I sat on the couch and leaned back. I was still tired, but she needed me
"Well there's this pile of shit named Georgie Caruso. He's trying to steal my girls and it's worked on a few of them. Then there's the FBI, they should be here in a few minutes to clean us out. I need your help talking to the girls and helping me get their retainers ready." She was suddenly the strong woman I loved and respected.
"Jesus Christ Luann. We spent most of the day together yesterday and we've been talking every day. Why didn't you tell me?" I was hurt and upset that I couldn't have helped her sooner.
"You've been goin through your own shit baby. With Donna, the new job and now the baby…I couldn't ask you to put that all aside to help me. Now it's too deep and I need you." She grabbed a tissue and dabbed her eyes before she sat up straight and steeled her resolve.
"Just tell me what to do." After that I sat in her office and started cutting checks as our girls and the boys started filing in. This was going to clean out her reserves and I felt sick. This was the ATF bitch's doing. Making sure Otto's Old Lady couldn't take care of herself. The Caruso guy just sounded like an asshat but he could be dealt with. Suddenly there was a pounding on the door and my stomach dropped, the FBI was here and if that wasn't the worst of it, my cell started ringing. Yep, when it rains it pours.
"Hey baby." I said as I snuck out of the office and went to the back.
"Hey baby, that's all that you have to say. Jesus Christ, I wake up and you're gone and no one knows where you are. Was I talking to myself last night? Fuck Milla, how can I keep you safe if you won't fucking listen to me. Where the fuck are you?" Juice was irate and I couldn't blame him.
"I'm with Luann. Some shit's going down at CaraCara and she needed me." I couldn't keep the annoyance out of my voice and I heard an angry exhale from his end.
"You stay right the fuck there. Jesus Christ, Jesus Fucking Christ! I'll be there to escort your ass home and you'll be spending the day playing cards with the Prospect in the clubhouse. How could you do that shit?" He hung up and I knew the question was full on rhetorical.
I went back to the office and finished cutting the checks while the FBI systematically cleaned out the space. Everyone was jumpy and on edge. As I finished the last of the checks, Chantal came to the door jamb and leaned against it, giving me a sympathetic look.
"Listen Mills, I'm sorry ok. I'm just used to you being around all the time, being my girl. Luann told me about the baby. I know you wanted this so I really am happy for you. I love you girl and I guess it's easier to fight you and blame you than the FBI or Caruso. Truce." I got out from behind the desk and hugged her.
"Hey Mills can I talk to you?" Brit poked her head in the door and Chantal let go of me before she rushed out. I didn't know why but there seemed to be tears in her eyes.
"What is it Brit?" I sat on the edge of the des and she simply stood by the door.
"I just got a call from my kid's school and I brought Lyla and Ima with me. Can you give them a ride home? I wouldn't ask if it weren't a big deal." Brit was right; as far as porn stars went she was the most responsible of the lot.
"No problem." She smiled and went out the door before I heard two familiar voices. I groaned and went out.
"You don't have to worry about Georgieboy." My brother had his hand on Luann's shoulder and looked up when he saw me. "Hey Milla."
"Hey guys, you look like hell Uncle Bobby." I went over and gave him a hug, ignoring the daggers my husband's eyes were shooting at me.
"I feel it too darlin'." He kissed my cheek and the smell of booze and pussy made my stomach turn. I went up to Juice after the embrace was broken and rose up to kiss his cheek. He let out a sigh and wrapped me in his arms. I smiled and breathed in the smell of him before I moved away.
"We have to take care of some stuff. Promise me you won't go anywhere without Luann." He brushed my hair off my face and rubbed his thumb over the sensitive spot behind my ear.
"I have to bring Lyla and Ima home, then I promise to just check in with Luann and head home. I'll lock all the doors have my beretta naked on the table next to me. Ok?" I gave him my best wide eyed look and he smiled.
"Ok, baby. I love you." He leaned in and kissed me gently before he followed the guys out of the studio. I gave Luann a hug and assurances I'd be back and went to my jeep where Ima and Lyla were waiting.
"Hey girls." I gave them each a hug and made them get in the jeep, then we were on our way. We took a detour at the pharmacy so I could pick up some stuff I'd forgotten the night before but the girls were cool about it. As Lyla began telling me about her son's new fascination with anime, Ima got a text and looked excited.
"Mills babe, can you drop me off at the gas station on First and Limon. I'm meeting up with someone there." She gave me a smile and my brow furrowed.
"Is everything alright Ima?" I asked as I took the turn that would put me onto first.
"Yeah, I just have to meet someone." Lyla and I shared a look but I shrugged and continued my progress.
We drove to the gas station and suddenly my stomach started rolling. There was a bright red Mercedes parked next to a dark Lexus, not the usual cars in the neighborhood. As soon as we stopped this big black guy got out of the Lexus, while a smarmy looking white guy got out of the 'Vette with another white guy as big as the black guy. This couldn't be good. Ima made to get out of the car and I grabbed her arm. The very last thing I wanted was for her to go with those punks. Ima got impatient and tore herself from my hand and got out.
"Ima, baby, we're here for you doll. Lyla, good to see you. Who is this lovely piece of ass?" He asked as he looked me over and my hand went to my gun. I didn't have a chance to grab it before the black guy tore open my door and yanked me out of the Jeep by my hair.
"Get off me you fucking asshole!" I shouted as He pressed me against my car by my hair.
"Bossman asked a question." He said quietly, dangerously and I spit in his face. He didn't like that and backhanded me.
"That was the stupidest thing you've ever done." I whispered back just as dangerously.
"Her Dad's president of the Sons of Anarchy, you don't mess with that shit." Ima said and I glared with her out of the eye that wasn't swelling. The man's hand had to have been huge I was hurting from my eye to my chin and he hadn't even punched me.
"And my brother's the VP and husband's a member too. You done fucked up boys." I said as I spit the blood that was collecting in my mouth on the man holding me. Yeah it wasn't smart but it was all I could think to do. To prove how stupid it was, he hit me again, this time harder and I saw stars.
"Those pussies, they came to my studio, tried to threaten me. Well I have two messages for them. Listen close bitches. One, if the biker boys come back I'll be doing a new video "Georgie does the Sons" line them up and jam my dick in all their asses while the camera rolls. Two, I see you with any of my girls and I'll be breaking you into the business. Got a tight little ass on you, tits aren't bad either." He came close and groped my breast as I tried to remain conscious. Lyla made a move toward me and the other bit of muscle gave her a rabbit punch. I couldn't see well but it looked like her nose was bleeding. After that the man holding me let me go I sunk to the ground while Lyla came and helped me up. She held me while the men got in the cars with Ima and drove off. I put a hand to my stomach before I doubled over and vomited right in the parking lot. Lyla walked me to the passenger's side and helped me in.
"You stay awake, I'll bring us to CaraCara Luann will know what to do." After that was a blur. All I remember was Luann shrieking, bright lights and the next thing I knew I was in the waiting room of St. Thomas with a cold compress to my eye and Luann shaking me to keep me awake. I was obviously concussed.
"Bloody hell!" I looked out of my good eye and saw my brother come into the room with Chibs behind him.
"I told you not to stir things up. Look what that asshole did to them." Jax moved over and took the compress from Lyla's nose while Chibs got a look at the side of my face.
"This was Caruso?" He asked before he replaced the compress to Lyla's nose and inspected me.
"Who do you think?" She practically shrieked at him.
"His goons actually." I said as I moved the pack further up my face. "The big black one bashed my face in."
"Little prick." Chibs spat out while he made sure my face was covered.
"You guys musta really put the fear of god into him. Tell them what Georgie said." She ordered us and I tried to clear out my head, concussed and pregnant were not a good combo. Suddenly my head started reeling and all I could hear were mumbles.
"Milla, hey Millipede. Stay with me." Jax said as he took my face in my hands, "Did Caruso really say that shit about you?"
"The prick said he'd break me in, then grabbed my tit. Have Juice kill him for me will ya?" I asked before a wave of nausea took hold of me and I doubled over in pain.
"We'll take care of it sweetheart." He kissed the good side of my face and got up to leave before Luann yelled at him. He quickly put her in her place and left. Pretty soon the ER doctor got a look at me and decided I needed to be held overnight for observation. Oh the joys of head trauma.
Later that night I was sitting in my hospital room, watching a documentary on the History Channel. Tara had just left for the night and Luann had a meeting with my brother so I was alone. I sighed and put my hand on my stomach; I'd screwed up and put my baby in danger. I should have just brought Ima home and went back to the studio. Now I had a concussion, black eye, split lip and a hairline fracture near my socket. The man had put a lot of force behind his hand. I sighed and leaned back in the pillows and dozed. I was bolted awake when I heard loud voices out in the hall.
"Sir, visiting hours were finished two hours ago." A nurse was pleading.
"I don't care, that's my fucking wife in there. Let me through!" I heard Juice's voice and didn't know whether to grin or grimace. Suddenly he burst through the door and came to my bed, a look of relief on his face when he saw I was awake and relatively unharmed.
"Hey baby." He came up to the bed and I gave the nurse a pointed look. It was perfectly within his rights to be with me. She nodded and walked out while he came up and crawled into bed with me.
"You take out Caruso babe?" I asked as I got comfortably situated into his arms.
"We had some baseball practice. I cracked the guy who got you and don't worry Georgie boy won't be bothering you. We put the fear of the cut in him." He held me tighter.
"I love you baby." I yawned and he rested his head on mine.
"You and the peanut get some rest. I'll make sure you don't fall asleep. I love you two." He kissed my forehead and held me while I started to doze feeling safe for the first time since I ran into Georgie and his goons.