Thanks for the reviews! I can't wait to get more into season 2 and the rest of the show. With writing this story, I realize how much I miss the boys of Samcro. It's nice to rewatch the earlier seasons again though

I do not own anything in this chapter, besides Lux, everything else belongs to their rightful owners.

Chapter 4

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The last thing she expected when she got to work the next morning, was for the Feds to be raiding the place. Lux wasn't sure what was going on, but she knew it couldn't be good. Luanne was standing with her, Lyla, and Ima. "Here's half your retainers." Luanne said as she held out each of their checks. "I'll give you the other half at the end of the week. You stay away from Georgie, you hear me. All his actors end up strung out and turning tricks."

Lyla and Lux shared a look, both knowing better than to turn to the producer they'd both heard horror stories about. After Lux's last run in with his body guards, she knew she wasn't looking forward to another run in with them. Both girls nodded, giving her a weak smile.

"Okay?" Luanne said, sparing a glance at Ima.

"We will." Lux said, answering for her friend.

Luanne sighed before bring the three in for a hug. She wanted to take care of her girls, wanted to see them safe. This raid was bullshit.

"Marvelous." A new voice said as a group entered the studio.

Lux turned her head and spotted Juice among them. Their eyes met, his questioning if she was alright. She gave him a small nod as she wrapped her arms around herself.

"Oh, my god. They did clean you out, Luanne." Bobby said as he took in the sight.

"Otto wasn't kidding." Jax said as he looked around.

Juice stuffed his hands in his pockets, fighting the urge to go to Lux to check to make sure himself if she was really okay. Lyla nudged her, motioning it was time to go. She spared Juice another glance before nodding and following them out.

"That's some lovely merchandise walking out that door." Chibs said as he and Juice watched the girls leave.

"And they'll keep walking if I don't come up with the rest of their money." Luanne said, her frustration clear in her voice.

"Otto said some guy's giving you trouble?" Jax said, his eyes scanning the room.

Juice looked up at the comment. He moved behind Jax to hear better. If someone was bothering Lux he wanted to know about it. "Georgie Caruso." Luanne said with a nod. "Shitbag's threatening my girls, they don't join his company. Poor Lux has bruises all over her from them man-handling her."

As much as Juice wanted to laugh at the mention this guy's name was as ridiculous as Georgie, the mention of Lux being hurt ruined his mood. He glanced back, wondering if he could catch up with her.

"Can't you just talk to him, make some kind of temporary arrangement?" Jax asked, glancing back to see Juice tense behind him.

"Isn't how it works with this. Georgie's game is fear. Goddamn 'roid crew runs his girls like pimps running pussy. If I could get the money I loaned Samcrow . . ." Luanne started to say.

"That's not gonna happen today." Jax cut her off. "Look, I said to Otto I'd back this guy off of you, and that's what I'm gonna do. Where's this guy's office?"

Juice listened to Luanne giving Jax the address. The guys started to file out, but he stuck behind. Luanne raised a brow, wondering what he wanted. "Is, uh, is Lux okay? They didn't hurt her too bad?" He asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

Luanne could see he geniunely cared for the girl. He was worried, and she could see the way his fists were clenched. He was ready to get some pay back. "She'll be fine. She's a strong girl, knows how to take care of herself. Guys really shook her up though. Not sure she'll be able to refuse if they ask again." She said honestly, hoping it'd push him to get this taken care of.

"Don't suppose you'd give me her number?" He asked, knowing there was already a slim chance of that happening.

"If she wanted you to have it, she'd give it to you. Not my place, honey. Sorry." She said, giving his arm a squeeze before she turned to see what she could do.

Juice hung his head in disappointment before sighing and hurrying to catch up with the guys.

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Lux was pacing the waiting room while Luanne sat with Lyla. Georgie's guys had come after her and didn't take kindly to the fact she'd told them no. They busted her nose pretty bad. Lyla had called her crying and she went and brought her to the hospital. Luanne met them there and was now holding ice to Lyla's face. "It's going to be okay. Just tip your head back a little bit. I don't think it's broken, so . . . wait a minute. Hang onto that, hang onto that." Luanne said as she spotted Jax, Chibs and Juice walking in.

"I told you not to stir things up. Look what that asshole did to her." Luanne said as she stood.

Juice's eyes immediately went to Lux. She was shaking, but trying to hold it together. He slipped passed Jax and moved to her. He touched her arm while cupping her cheek with the other hand. She sighed, knowing he was worried. "I'm fine. I wasn't with her when it happened." She whispered, knowing he wasn't going to drop it.

Juice stroked her cheek, his eyes searching for any of the bruises Luanne had mentioned earlier. She was dressed in a teeshirt and jeans today, probably covering up most of the damage. "Why didn't you tell me they roughed you up before? I don't like this shit. I don't like hearing some guy put his hands on you." He said lowly, not wanting to draw attention to them.

She sighed, looking away as she let him put his arms around her. She held out for a moment before wrapping hers around his neck. She knew he was worried, and she'd be lying if she said she didn't feel better knowing he was holding her. "I'm scared, Juan. If they come back, I-I don't think I can say no. Look what they did to her." She whispered, burying her face in the crook of his neck.

He kissed her head, his hand rubbing circles into her back. "They're not gonna touch you again. We'll take care of it. I promise. Just stay here with Luanne, I'll come pick you up later."

She knew she should refuse, but she couldn't deny the fact he still made her feel safe. She nodded into his shoulder, not trusting her voice. He pulled back slightly and cupped her face giving her a small smile. "I gotta go. I'll make this right. Just stay here until I can come back for you." He said, hoping to make her feel a little better.

She nodded, her eyes dropping to the floor. He sighed, wishing he could do more to make her feel better. Leaning forward, he kissed her head before letting her go. He heard Jax call his name and hesitated before leaving to catch up with them.

Lux watched him leaving with the other two and hesitated, knowing she shouldn't feel so relieved about him playing hero again. Luanne touched her arm, giving her a small smile. Lux hesitated before returning it. "Didn't realize you knew anyone from the club." Luanne said, raising a brow.

Lux tensed, lowering her eyes. "Ju . . . Juice and I grew up together in Queens. Our moms were friends. We're just friends."

Luanne gave her a look that said she didn't believe her. Lux wasn't even sure she believed herself. Glancing at Lyla, she cringed and hoped Juice didn't take too long to come back.

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Hours had passed and Juice had picked her up like he said he would. Lux was currently sitting at the bar at the clubhouse waiting for him to be done with church. Half Sack was keeping her company as he wiped down the bar. "So, uh, you grew up with Juice?" The prospect asked her, wanting to break the silence.

Lux looked up from her drink. "Oh, uh, yeah. We lived in the same building. Our mom's were friends."

Half Sack at least pretended to be interested. Juice was usually the nicest one to him. He ragged on him, sure, but he'd come help him occasionally. "He's a nice guy." He said as he wiped down a particular spot for the fourth time.

"He was my best friend." She said, smiling sadly when she realized she'd said it in the past tense.

The blonde didn't seem to pick up on the sadness in her voice. "Figures Juice would have a porn star as his best friend. You know he used to flush pretty panties? Didn't know who it was for months, but I finally figured it out when I heard he was the one who liked to collect 'em."

Lux raised a brow, not knowing whether she was disgusted with her old friend, or intrigued to find out more. "I don't know what to say to that."

Half Sack looked nervous, just now realizing he probably shouldn't have said as much as he did. Lux reached over and squeezed his arm. "Don't worry. I won't tell Juice you told me about his panty fetish." She laughed, giving him a wink.

The prospect didn't look any more relaxed by her promise. Before he could say anything more, the church doors opened and the guys started filing out. Lux finished her drink before turning to look. It didn't take long before Juice came out grinning like an idiot. Whatever they'd been discussing seemed to put him in a better mood.

He nodded his head toward the dorm rooms. She spared the prospect a smile before she slipped off the stool and headed over to Juice. His eyes flickered past her to the blonde man behind the bar and narrowed. Lux rolled her eyes as she approached him. "He was just keeping me company. Cut it out." She said, nudging him as she moved past him to head down the hall.

Rubbing his side, he sighed before following behind her. "I wanted to run something by you before I brought you home."

Lux paused at his bedroom, looking at him curiously as he unlocked the door and motioned for her to go first. Confliction crossed her face before nodded and went inside. Juice followed her in and closed the door behind them. "Club wants to partner with Luanne, go legit for a while." He said, getting right to it.

Whatever she'd been expecting, that wasn't it.

Sitting on his bed, she tried to process what he was saying. Juice leaned against the door, his eyes looking her over hungrily. Now was definitely not the right time and place to be thinking about what he'd rather be doing. They still had a long ways to go before they were even back to being friends.

"So, what, you'd be my boss?" She asked, raising a brow.

He hadn't thought about it like that. He wasn't even sure if that's what his official title would be. This was Jax's play, but he'd voted it in. "Kinda. I guess so. That okay with you?"

If he was being honest with himself, he wasn't even sure this was okay with him. He hadn't considered the fact he'd have to watch her while she 'preformed'. The idea of seeing her with someone else made him sick. He didn't like her current career choice.

Lux knew he didn't approve of what she did for a living, but they had so much more to figure out it hadn't come up yet. If he wanted her out, he now had the power to make that happen. That worried her. It wasn't like she could fight him on it. "As long as you don't let your personal feelings get in the way, it shouldn't be a problem." She said as she lifted her gaze to meet his.

His body went tense at the comment. His gaze dropped to the floor. "C'mon, I'll take you home."

She didn't miss the fact he didn't comment on her conditions. He couldn't promise he wouldn't beat the poor guy who had the unfortunate luck of working with her. Seeing her with someone else was not on his list of things he ever wanted to do. He'd have to figure out how to work around it.

Lux hesitated, not sure she wanted him to see where she lived. It wasn't in the safest part of Charming and she knew he'd have an issue with it. Besides, it was late and she was exhausted after today. "Can I just stay here? I'm exhausted. I can take the floor if it's a problem." She said, biting her lip as she leaned back on the bed.

She knew it was a low blow. She knew Juice still wanted her. That much was clear when she noticed the lust burning in his eyes as he watched her. She also knew he wouldn't make a move unless she gave him the okay.

Juice shook his head, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Bed's fine. Not like we haven't shared before."

He pushed off the door and went to his dresser. She watched as he pulled a shirt out before tossing it to her. Giving him a nod of thanks, she got up and crossed the room to the attached bathroom. His eyes locked on the closed door, his mind going to places they shouldn't. It'd been years since they shared a bed and the idea of her being that close, but not being able to have her did a number on his head.

The door opened and there she stood in just his shirt. He had to bite his lip to keep from making a comment. His hand gripped the dresser, as if anchoring him to keep him from acting on his thoughts. "Forgot how good you look in my shirt." He said before he could stop himself.

The blush on her cheeks made him grin. "Thanks."

Brushing her hair back, she lowered her gaze as she made her way to the bed and climbed in. His eyes watched her hungrily as he unzipped his kutte. Hanging it up, he couldn't take his eyes off her frame. Lux laid up on her arm, watching as he undid his belt. His eyes never left hers and she couldn't help but feel flustered.

He'd never looked at her like a preditor watching it's prey before. She had to admit, even if only to herself, it made her stomach do flips and for a moment she wished he would act on it. His jeans fell and she had to fight the urge to glance down. "You always put on a show when you're going to bed, or am I just that special?" She teased him, hoping to break the silence.

He chuckled, shaking his head as he headed for the bed. "You couldn't handle what I got, Lux."

She raised her brow at the challenge. He slipped into the bed, turning on his side to face her. He was chuckling still, as if daring her to prove him wrong. She was half tempted to accept the dare. His hand on her thigh playing with the end of his shirt was not helping the matter. No longer were his touches innocent. No, his touches were far from innocent now. He knew exactly what he was doing.

"You'd be surprised what I could handle." She said, trying now to think about his hand on her thigh.

He bit his lip, grinning as he fought the urge to pull her over and test that theory. The idea of her under him never looked so appealing before. He knew if he leaned over and closed the distance between them, she'd be into it. She hadn't slapped his hand away yet. He knew if he slipped his fingers under her shirt, she'd let him. She'd probably let him do more if he tried it.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

Her eyes were challenging him, daring him to make the move he'd been too scared to make three years ago. Having her this close, knowing she'd be for it, was seriously messing with his self control.

Her eyes lowered when she felt a familiar poke. There had been plenty of mornings where she had that thing poking her. A smirk twisted on her lips as her gaze raised. "You need some help over there?" She whispered, fighting the blush when she felt his hand squeeze her leg.

How easy would it be just to cross that line and not let it get personal? She could treat him just like any other guy she'd slept with.

"Don't say something you're not ready to do." He said, his voice ruff.

It was just sex. An itch they'd been trying to ignore since they were teenagers. That was all it was, and she knew it wouldn't change things. She'd heard how popular he was with the girls around here. He didn't do relationships, and that was fine with her. After he left her in New York, she refused to let someone else in like she'd let him.

"Go to sleep, Lux. You're thinking too much." Juice said, knowing where her thoughts were going.

He knew neither of them were ready to take that step. If they fucked, it would just mess with everything and it'd make this mess worse. As much as he'd rather enjoy being in between her legs tonight, and from the look she was giving him he knew she wouldn't mind either, it was a bad idea.

He gave her a small smile, holding his arm out as an invitation. She hesitated before nodding and snuggling into his side. His arm wrapped around her shoulders, holding her close. He missed the nights like this. He could get used to them becoming a thing again.

He'd just have to wait and see if it was something she wanted too.