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Here's the next chapter, it's shorter than the last, but not by too much.

Bobby and Juice were sat in the back room of the clubhouse, the younger man had a bunch of paperwork out to show the club's Treasurer about the problem he'd found with the Club's earnings. "Look, with the increase in the order from the Irish, the garage doesn't make enough to hide the funds. Gemma can only buy so much jewellery from the pawn shops around town without looking suspicious. We need to invest in something else."

Bobby looked at the figures Juice had produced, the kid was smart when it came to numbers but what he was showing him was just projections, if the Irish came through with their larger deal, if the garage couldn't bring in more custom, if the owners of the pawn shops in town got suspicious, they would have a problem. But that was a lot of ifs, the owners of the pawn shops wouldn't dare say anything to the cops about Gemma's spending, TM went through peaks and troughs in business it all depended on how towards SAMCRO, and Clay wasn't about to go for an idea that came from Juice of all people. He was known as the Club's Intelligence Officer sure, but that wasn't an official officer position, not to mention he'd only been a patched member for a couple of years, he was still low on the totem pole as far as the President and Treasurer were concerned. "Look kid."

Juice looked back down at the papers in his hand and sighed, he knew exactly what Bobby was about to say, he may have been a brother, but that didn't mean he was trusted with Club funds.

"This is great work and all, but we don't know for sure that any of this is going to happen. Yes the Irish said that they're looking to move more product, but it's never been more than we can handle."

"Bobby, if we keep letting it build, we get less and less wiggle room."

"I get that, but right now, looking at the funds and where they're going, I think we still have plenty of time before we need to consider moving our money to another business." Bobby looked at the younger man before him and couldn't help but feel a sliver of guilt when he saw the kids face drop. Juice was always filled with such energy that it didn't seem right to see him down in the dumps, but the Club wouldn't coddle you, and Juice knew that. He'd done the right thing by bringing his idea to Bobby instead of to the table, and his information was definitely well put together, but in Bobby's opinion, it wasn't the right time to be thinking about moving funds anywhere. "Juice," Bobby said before he left the room, "I wasn't lying when I said that that was great work, just give it some time kid."

Juice waited until the older man left before he grabbed his paperwork and headed out of the clubhouse, he'd worked hard on the information he'd produced for the Treasurer but it couldn't be kept intact in case the cops decided to raid the clubhouse. He tossed most of the paperwork in an old metal trash can they kept on the lot, lighting the last one on fire and then throwing it in with the rest setting all the information alight. Sometimes it felt like the guys would never take him seriously.

Jax, Tig and Bobby watched as the youngest patch member destroyed the paperwork, with an uncharacteristic scowl on his face and then headed for his bike before he peeled out of the lot.
"What's got Juicy Boy's panties in bunch?" Jax asked curiously, as the man that had sponsored Juice back when he was just a hang-around, he'd always felt a certain amount of responsibility for the Intelligence Officer, not that he'd let it show unless absolutely necessary.

"Kid just had some ideas about club funds that I shot down."

"Were they any good?" Tig asked as he lit a smoke, Juice had never been one to take on responsibilities that weren't his before, and he wondered what had gotten into the Intelligence Officer for a fleeting moment, but that that thought was chased away by the sight of a couple of the newest crow eaters headed inside the club.

"He made some valid points," Bobby replied.

"Maybe you should give his ideas some thought." Tig shrugged, before turning around to follow the crow eaters inside. "We all keep forgetting the kid's pretty smart."

Bobby and Jax gave each other an incredulous look before looking back at the retreating S.A.A, Tig was the most loyal brother out there, but he and Juice weren't particularly close, in fact they weren't even sure if Tig knew Juice's real name. So why say anything at all?

Juice parked his bike outside Lumpy's diner in the centre of Charming, it was the middle of the day and while he was tempted to go to his weed shop and pick up something to smoke, but he'd have to go back to the clubhouse to indulge and he didn't particularly want to see any of his brothers at the moment and be reminded of the fact that sometimes he felt like a Prospect with a Patch.

He sat inside and was perusing the menu when he felt a tug on his kutte, looking to his left he was reminded of the very incident that occurred two days ago in TM's office. It was the little girl, Zoe, again, staring up at him with big doe eyes. "Zoe!" a voice hissed and he saw Mia rush over to them from the entrance, "How many times do I have to tell you not to run off like that!" she was crouched down in front of the girl, with a firm grip on both her arms so Zoe would look at her, "You do it again, and I'm going to tie you to me, you can't just run off like that Sweetheart, you don't know anybody here."

"But it's Mr Juice, Auntie Mia!" the girl looked back up to the biker that she had become strangely fascinated with.

At her words Mia followed Zoe's gaze and flushed, it was twice now that this had happened, before she could say anything Juice smiled at her, once again momentarily taking her breath away, "We have got to stop meeting like this." He commented.

Mia returned his grin and stood back up, "Sorry! I don't know what's gotten into her, but I swear every time she heard a bike go past she was jumping around looking for you. You really made an impression on her."

Juice looked back down at Zoe and offered her a smile, "Well that's because I'm awesome, isn't that right Princess?" Zoe giggled and Juice looked up at Mia, "Care to join me? I haven't ordered yet."

"Oh, we don't want to bother you." As cute as she thought he was, Mia was still suspicious of his motives about her, especially since a few hours after meeting him, her phone had pinged, and a message popped up saying that someone had been looking into her background.

"Please Auntie Mia!" Zoe was staring up at her with watery blue eyes and Mia was quickly finding that it was a look she was unable to resist.

"Yeah, please Auntie Mia," Juice parroted and gave her the same doe eyes that Zoe was.

"Awe shit," she muttered, "Fine, if Mr Juice insists."

Zoe gave a squeal of delight and crawled into the booth so she was sat opposite the biker, and Mia found that she was glad she'd given in to her Niece's plea. In the week that she'd known her Niece, she'd found that Zoe very rarely, if ever, acted like a child. She wouldn't talk much about what her home life was like but the night that Mia collected Zoe from the hospital, the little girl had walked into the hotel room and quietly crawled onto the sofa, her head bowed down, eyes staring at her shoes, waiting for Mia to give her instructions.

"Mr Juice does insist." Juice said and motioned for her to sit next to Zoe. "So, what have you and the Princess been up to?" he asked as he handed his menu over to Mia.

"Shopping," Mia said, "lots and lots of shopping. Zoe needed a bunch of new clothes and after lunch, we're going to find things for her room."

"Really? Did you find anything cool?" Juice asked the girl who couldn't take her eyes off the ink on his forearms.

Looking up at him Zoe gave him a small smile, "Auntie Mia bought me a Motorcycle T-Shirt!"

"Oh?" Juice raised an eyebrow at Mia.

Mia playfully rolled her eyes and closed the menu in front of her, signalling for the waitress to come over so they could order, "It was in the boys section but she said it looked so cool."

"Well she's right, Motorcycles are the coolest."

Mia shrugged, "They're alright." They halted their conversation as the waitress came over with their drinks, a coke for Juice, apple juice for Zoe and water for Mia.

When she left Juice turned the focus back on their conversation, "Just alright?" he scoffed, "Have you ever been on the back of a bike before?"

"It's been… a while."

"Well come by the club some time, I'd be happy to take you for a ride." He smirked at her and she blushed in response.

"I'll just bet you would," she flirted back.

Zoe chose that moment to remind the two adults of her presence, "Can I go too?" Juice nearly snorted his coke out of his nose at her question.

"What?!" he coughed.

"Can I go on your bike?" she asked.

"Um…"

"Sorry Baby Girl, but you're too young to go on a bike."

"But-"

"Uh-uh Sweetheart, you are way too little to go on that bike." Zoe pouted at her aunt, turning her attention back to her drink, "Don't drink all your apple juice, you'll ruin your appetite."

Juice smiled as he watched the woman in front of him look after niece, "You're pretty good with her."

"Thanks, I'm still getting used to this whole being a mom thing."

Juice's eyes widened slightly at that, this was a good opening for him to try and get some information out of her, "Can I ask, what made you come to Charming?"

Juice frowned as he grabbed a wrench, he was working on a car at the garage, but his mind wasn't focused, it was three days after his lunch with Mia, he was no closer to knowing who she really was than he was when she first arrived at TM. After Mia had left the garage and the guys had gone back to their day jobs, Tig had asked him to look into her. He gave him some bullshit excuse about it being for Gemma because she didn't know who she was, but Juice wasn't stupid. He knew that it had to do with the fact that Mia's niece was the spitting image of Tig, clearly his brother had noticed and wanted to know more about her. So he'd smiled and nodded, it wasn't like he wasn't planning on doing a check on her anyway. But after spending four hours at his computer, he really didn't have much to tell Tig.

Mia was 24 years old and worked for a company called Leverage Incorporated, she was named as the 'Head of Acquisitions' for the West Coast, but he had no real idea what she did or what the company did. That alone was pretty shady, so he delved into her past. At the age of six she and her three-year-old sister were taken from their mother by CPS. There wasn't really any information as to why, but they were given to their grandmother. Unfortunately, their grandmother had passed away a year later and they were put into the system. It looked like Mia had spent her early years and most of her teens bouncing between foster homes and Juvenile Detention Centres. But there were also long stints where there was no information on her, and he could only assume that those were times when she had run away from home. Her sister however, was a different story, he quickly found out that her sister was named Ava, and that tracked with the information Tig had given him, she hadn't even spent a full two months in the system before the Sutherlands adopted her. It looked like her mother had been quick to sign her rights away to her daughter, and Juice had to think it had something to do with the sizable amount of cash that had appeared in her bank account. So, it looked like she was telling the truth, Zoe was Mia's niece, but Juice couldn't find a record of how the two sister's kept in contact.

He also found that the information on Mia as an adult quickly dried up, sure there was the standard tax stuff, social security, etc. but there was nothing else, no information on friends, boyfriends, past jobs, known associates, there was nothing. She didn't have a Facebook page, or Twitter, she didn't even have a My Space account. It was like her whole adult life had been scrubbed clean, and you didn't have to be a genius to know that that was very suspicious.

When he'd handed all this information over to Tig the older man hadn't been happy, there wasn't anything for him to go on, nothing to suggest why she was in town, or why her niece was staying with her. Tig had wanted more information on her, and Juice, well Juice needed to see her again, after their lunch together it was like she'd gotten under his skin, she'd taken his mind off the fact that he felt as though he still wasn't a trusted Brother of SAMCRO, at least not trusted like the rest of the guys were. But they'd talked, she'd laughed, Zoe couldn't stop giggling and she'd said that she'd definitely call him once she had all her tech at home to set up. But it had been three days and she hadn't called, he had her number, but there was no way he was going to come off as desperate. She shot down Tig, she shot down Jax, but she flirted with him, she gave him her number, but she still hadn't called, and he was getting restless. Throwing down the wrench, he reached for his phone, Fuck looking desperate, it had been two days, he was calling her. Before he could her name popped up on the screen, he smiled and answered.

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