A/N: This is like a background chapter that I found to be very fun and entertaining to write. It sort of explains how Mackenzie was in her past versus how she is now and how her and Juice got to where they are. Warning there are a couple lemons! :D Please R&R it motivates me 3

Every other guy I had been with, which really wasn't very many at all, only four others all together. Three had been Sons and the other became one a while after our little get-togethers. If my brother were to find out, boy would he be pissed! My mom only knew about Juice and Kozik. Jax didn't know about any of them. Juice knew about all of them, Rat, Tig, Happy, and Kozik. He didn't judge me and I didn't judge him when it came to all the crow-eaters and sweet-butts he had slept with.

Rat had been a real sweetheart, I lost my virginity to him when I was fifteen and he was seventeen. He was always so gentle and we carried on for about two years before I called it off. I always told him he wasn't my boyfriend; I have never really wanted to be with anyone. It was always no strings, and luckily when he had started prospecting for the club things weren't awkward between us. But, the older I had gotten the more I realized sweet and gentle was so not what I wanted. That was when I had approached, of all people, Tig Trager.

He was my first choice because he wasn't bad looking and I knew from the talk around the clubhouse if anyone would sleep with a seventeen year old it would be him. I also knew he was into kinky shit and I wanted to give it a go, especially with an older man. It took me a couple months and quite a few surprise secret make out sessions to convince him I would keep my mouth shut so he could keep his dick but I got my way. It was good, and we kept it up for a couple of months, but I didn't want to be tied down to one Son and another had already caught my eye.

I knew Happy would be hard to convince, especially since I was underage and he thought so highly of Jax. But I flirted relentlessly for like three months before he finally started to return some of my advances. I had gotten him super drunk one night at the clubhouse and waited until everyone else had passed out or was so drunk they wouldn't notice. I had backed up against him and wrapped his arms around my shoulders. He was leaning down a bit due to a mixture of his drunkenness and our height difference.

I led him down the hallway to his dorm. On the way I could feel his dick hard as a rock poking me in the back every once in a while. "I don't know what you're thinkin' is gonna happen little girl, but I ain't gonna fuck ya." He was slurring his words slightly and I couldn't help but giggle at him. When we reached the door to his room a few seconds later I stopped before I opened it.

I stood up on my tiptoes and wiggled my barely covered ass against his hard-on. "That's what you've been saying all night Hap, but this," I turned and cupped him through his jeans, "says differently." He laughed a low, sexy, almost growling laugh and opened the door behind me. Being more than slightly buzzed myself, I had nearly fell, but he had grabbed me just in time, stepped inside the room and shut the door behind himself.

Before he could do anything else I had pushed him up against the door and dropped to my knees. It took me approximately thirty five seconds to have his belt undone and his jeans down around his ankles. He didn't have on any underwear. When his, let's just call it amazingly large, dick was free, it was standing at full attention. I immediately took him in my mouth. If there really had been any question as to whether or not we were going to hook up, it had gone out the window shortly after. Happy was amazing in the sack, but he was nearly too rough.

We only hooked up four times before he called it quits. He claimed it was too risky and couldn't help that he had left obvious bruises on my body that others had noticed. When they asked about them, I shrugged them off. It wasn't their business. I went without fucking anyone for about another month before I decided who I wanted next. I didn't know if he would be as easy as Tig to convince or as hard as Happy.

When I had approached Kozik he was hesitant at first, but he had given in a lot sooner than I had expected. He had only held out for about two weeks before he had cornered me in the hallway and threw me over his shoulder and carried me to his dorm room. I still have no idea how we hadn't gotten caught. He had shut and locked the door to his dorm behind him and put me down. "How long did you think you were gonna get away with shakin' that tight little ass in my face girlie?"

I had giggled and turned around, bent over, and shook my ass at him. He had very nearly jumped the entire distance to me and picked me up. He threw me over the bed so I was bent over it with my ass in the air. He yanked down my shorts and pulled down his jeans, he didn't wear underwear either I had noticed. In one swift movement he had rammed into me from behind, meeting no resistance as I had already been dripping for him. As he was fucking me for the first time he had threatened me with all types of punishment and torture if I ever told anyone what we were doing.

It had only served to turn me on even more, causing me to want him terribly. After we had finished fucking for the first time, he had held me and kissed me. We had made out would be a pretty accurate description. For the first time ever I had considered, possibly, having a real relationship with someone. I had pushed thought out of my head pretty quickly though, seeing as though he had been about twenty five years my senior. But he had been the perfect balance between rough and rowdy, and sweet and loving. I could talk to him about everything too.

Over the six months that I had been sleeping with him I had fallen in some type of love with him. It wasn't really what I would consider like a love I would feel for a husband, it was more like a love someone would feel for a very good friend and almost boyfriend. It's hard to describe. But when he decided to call things off, I was heartbroken. He had said that he was too old for me and I was at the age in my life where I should be with someone my own age and thinking about maybe settling down.

After a week of being absolutely depressed, Juice had convinced me to hang out with him to try and get me out of the funk I had found myself in. He and I had been friends since he had been a prospect. I don't know why it had taken me so long to look at him in a more than just a friend light. But Kozik had been the one to convince me to give him a chance. A week after we had started hanging out I found myself knocking on his door at two am because I couldn't sleep.

He let me in without question. He had led me to his bedroom made sure I was comfortable and then went to leave the room. I had stopped him and asked him to stay with me. He was hesitant at first because he was seven years older than I was and he knew what Jax was capable of but he gave into my pleading look and climbed into the bed with me. He had wrapped his arms around me and I was fast asleep in no time.

That was honest to God the first time I had slept with a guy without fucking him. A couple nights later I knocked on his door again, only this time when he answered I jumped on him and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. From that very moment, the very first time our lips had touched I knew this was going to be different from anything I had previously experienced. After we had had sex that night I knew I loved him.

A few weeks after that was when Kozik had died. He had still been my best friend and had encouraged me to settle down with Juice. He had said he knew we were meant for each other when he would catch us looking at each other when we thought no one was looking. He was the only one who had known about Juice and I. I had found out I was pregnant only a little while after that. I couldn't remember the date of my last period and the baby was too small to get an accurate measurement to see how far along I was.

I had freaked out and went to my mom. I told her she either had to let me leave willingly and I would go stay with another charter, or she could fight me and I would just disappear. I was definitely my mother's daughter and she had made quick plans with SamDino. After four days of nothing but lying in Juice's bed crying, I had confessed to Juice mine and Kozik's past. He understood and had comforted me to the best of his ability. The next day I had packed up all of my things and my mom drove me to San Bernardino.

I made her promise not to tell anyone about my pregnancy until after I had a better idea as to who the father was. I had to tell her the truth; she's my mother, and also a human lie detector. She knew how close Juice and I had become and when I had called and told her to go ahead and let everyone know that I had left, he was the first person she had called. I made her promise me not to tell a soul who the possible fathers were. Obviously, though, Juice knew.

My mom was the one who had guilted me into coming back to tell Juice Isaac was his. She had told me his behavior had taken a slightly destructive turn for the worse and she believed it had had something to do with our situation. But, when I had returned, he had been so happy to see me and didn't even bring up the baby. I had quickly gotten wasted since I hadn't drank in forever and one thing had led to another.

Eight weeks after that when I had discovered I was pregnant again I was devastated. I had dug myself into an even deeper hole than I had imagined was possible. It had taken me another almost twenty four weeks to finally make the decision to stop being such a little bitch and face him. I had called my mom and made the arrangements. Then I had called and made the appointment with Tara for the ultrasound the day after I would arrive back in Charming, which I had hoped Juice would attend with me. Needless to say, my mother was ecstatic we were coming home.

P.S. The next chapter will pick up where Chapter Two left off in the present day.