I lied, couldn't get this to you on Monday. Crazy week...if you guys only knew.
DISCLAIMER: I own nothing beside my OCs
Pamela woke up in the empty bed she had slept it.
Jason wasn't in the room when she returned. Not that she minded.
Yesterday was a day she was looking forward to forgetting.
She was done getting ready and went to get some much-needed coffee and decided to spend the day alone. Something she hasn't done in years. No Gemma, no Jax, no club and definitely no Jason.
Before she knew it, she was driving towards the nicer part of town, where the 2% percent of Charming's wealthy reside and pull to a moderate size house. The one she grew up in and the one her father left her.
Gemma had kept her promised and had kept the place spotless. All the furniture was covered for good measure and she was sure the backyard was just as pristine.
She took her heels off and made her way up stairs. It was time she really did come home.
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"Did you reach her Jax?"
"No Clay her phone is off, she isn't at her hotel room and she isn't at the hospital, I don't know where she is."
"Well find her unless you want to pay Rosen money we don't have to figure this shit out."
Jax made his way to the office hoping his mother can shine light to where Pamela was when he noticed a frustrated looking Juice fighting with the wrench he was holding.
Rumor mill had it that him and Jazmine got into it last night after Fun Town. Apparently, she didn't like that he was busy every night with "club" business.
Suddenly an idea occurs to Jax.
"Hey Juice."
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It was almost 2pm. And she had gone through most of the stuff that was packed in the attic. She found old albums. And some clothes from high school that probably didn't fit her anymore. She'd even found her dad old law books from college with small scribbles of his notes all around.
The bell rung, and she jumped. Did one of the neighbors see her come and decide to snoop?
She found herself surprised when she saw Juice standing in front of her door hands in pockets looking all sorts of uncomfortable.
"How did you find me?"
"Well actually uhh, Jax and Clay have been trying to reach you and when you weren't answering, and they couldn't find you, Jax made me hack the rental company, they put GPS on all vehicles. Then he made me come her to get you."
"Did it ever occur to the both of you that maybe if I didn't answer the phone it's because I wanted to be alone?"
"Yeah I uh guess...but Clay needs you so..."
"Right of course so let me drop everything and follow you."
She slammed the door in his face and went to get her shoes.
Juice stood there awkwardly, when he found her he asked Jax if he wanted to go get her or maybe send the prospect. Jax laughed and told him to do it.
He knew this was a bad idea. She couldn't be mad at him though. She was the one with the legit boyfriend why wouldn't the same apply to him right?
When she got out of the massive house she pulls out of the driveway and made no attempt to slow down for him and made it hard for him to drive behind her.
Eventually Juice had had enough of it and sped off ahead of her and pulled in first to TM.
Jax had one eyebrow up when he saw Juice pull in and no Pamela in tow.
"Was she there?"
"Yeah"
"So, where the hell is she?"
"She was behind me should pull up soon, see there she is."
"I told you to escort her. That means you either drive side by side with her or behind her. Not speed up ahead of her and have her pull up later."
"She didn't want me to follow her."
"I don't care what she wants I gave you an order"
Pamela heard Jax yell at Juice when she got out the car. She felt bad, she had no reason to act like such a bitch to him when he was just trying to do what he was told.
"Jax, it's not his fault really. I wasn't being the easiest person."
"Why don't you answer your damn phone? Did it ever occur to you maybe it's important that we are all calling you?!"
She bit her lip and mentality slapped herself.
With her head down, she walked inside and waited for Clay to call church.
Clay slammed the gravel on the reaper table and everyone quiet down.
"Unser called. Says a fed came to down two days ago. Hale was keeping it hush hush. Claims he's ATF. Doesn't know what he wants. We've taken every precaution to stay out of ATF's crosshairs. No busts, no investigations for five years. We don't know this guy's here for us."
"Hale flagged Bluebird as our gun warehouse. He's pissed off we made Unser crush the case, and he called in the feds. I think it's gotta be about us." Said Jax
"And we've got a garage full of 25 to life. Any legit place we store those guns is a straight line back to us. Can't Rosen get us some storage short term?" Asked Bobby.
"He's killing Bluebird, man. He's setting up a dummy corp. It takes a few weeks. That's why I need you princess. Call Rosen get involved, light a fire in his goddamn ass or something. This is killing us."
"I'll make a call; do you still need storage?"
"Why what do you have in mind?"
"Use my old place. But no bikes, late night, quiet."
"No, absolutely not. We can't have this blowing back to anyone related to the club. Just work out something with Rosen and let us know okay?"
"Okay sure."
"And Mel don't leave yet I need to talk to you."
Pamela gave Jax a questionable look but nodded.
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"Going to visit Uncle Jury for a bit. Just don't disappear unless someone needs to find you for something with the kid."
Pamela's eyebrow shot up and took a swig of her vodka.
"Jury's in Nevada, ain't that Mayan territory?"
"Yeah, it's aight. We're laying low, just going to be me and Booby."
"Okay."
"You moving back in or just felt like cleaning? Because if you felt like cleaning you can clean my house you know"
"Haha, funny. No, I just wanted to go over the stuff that it. But for the record I did order you nice new carpet. Gemma told me, so your welcome."
Jax smirked. "Listen don't disappear when I'm gone. I'll have Juice keep an eye out on you okay. Just to be safe."
Pamela finishes whatever left she had of her drink and she and Jax made their way outside.
"No need I'll be okay. I just wanted to be alone. Jason is MIA and right now I can't really blame him."
"Sounds to me like the first sign of trouble he dips. You sure that's what you want to keep dealing with. Because we're nothing but trouble."
"Yeah yeah...what's she doing here?"
Jax turned and saw Tara get out of her cutlass and walk towards them.
"Everything okay?"
"Hey yeah. I was hoping you could help with the Cutlass. It's in pretty sad shape."
Pamela rolled her eyes.
"Shit. This was your dad's, right?" Asked Jax
"It was in the garage under two tons of old newspapers"
"Why don't you bring it in back? Have Lowell take a look at it."
"Okay. Thanks. I was hoping you could give me a lift home."
Pamela laughed. Both him and Tara gave her a look, so she just walked the other way and sat down on the benches.
Juice had been staring at her for a while. Didn't know if he should approach her or not. Deciding not to second guess it. He put down his tools, wiped the grease off his hands and made his way to her.
"Hi."
"Hey."
"So, I guess I need to do some explaining."
"Explaining about what Juice."
"Fun Town I guess.
"Not sure what you mean. Don't think there is much explaining to be done. Nothing happened."
"Well that girl, she's not my old..."
Pamela raised her hand to stop him from finishing.
"I get it Juice, really I do. I've spend my whole life here in this clubhouse. She's not your old lady. She doesn't have your crow. But she's still your...whatever you want to call it. She doesn't bed anyone else and you probably don't either unless you're on a run. See nothing to explain."
He looked at her and all of a sudden, he felt embarrassed. He wasn't trying to be slick with anything, he was just trying to spend time with her.
"Umm...well sorry we didn't get to go on any rides. You seemed to be in a rush with your old man."
Ouch! Way to remind me I'm not so innocent either.
"Yep my old man who has been MIA since yesterday. All because he wanted to know the reason Clay was mean to him and why he wears a leather "vest". Not to mentioned he called TM, TN and then proceeded to show off by telling Clay he has 3 nice BMW'S back home."
Juice looked at her wide eye and burst laughing. He was glad she was once again kind of confiding in him.
She laughed with him too.
"That's why you've been hiding? Is that your mini mansion you were in today?"
"Haha. I wasn't hiding I just didn't want to deal with anyone." Juice looked like he was about to say something when she cut him off. "That includes you Ortiz"
He gave her one of her beautiful smiles and said, "well days almost over. Why don't you stay a bit here tonight and have a few drinks?"
"Maybe."
She looked at him and smiled. She couldn't stay mad at him.
Before he could say another word, a screeching voice called after him that both him and Pamela turned their heads.
Jazmine strolled over to him wearing black platforms, butterfly earrings, a cut out crop top and tight jeans.
"Babyyyyyy you've been here all day and didn't call me?"
She wrapped her arms around his neck practically dragging him off the top of the bench and kissed him everywhere she could reach.
Juice couldn't breathe, not only was she basically strangling him, but he was freaking embarrassed by her behavior. Pamela knew what she trying to do. Saw Gemma pull up and took this and a sign from God and went to meet her in the office.
"Clingy that redhead. Can't stand her but she keeps to herself. Does what she is told. At least most of the times."
"Okay?"
"Oh, stop being modest, you can basically feel the jealousy radiating out of you Pamela."
"Please, I already have problems with one dick. Don't need to add another one to my list. Never had time for it before definitely don't have time for it now."
"Except before those dicks didn't have a permanent tan, a beautiful smile, and muscles. Not to mention a patch either."
"Gemma!"
"Okay okay, I am dropping it. Guess who I just dropped off. The good ole doctor."
"Yeah I saw her, battling her purty eyes at Jax."
"Yeah well guess what I found. An old berta in her bag"
Pamela raised her eyebrow.
Interesting
"What could a good doctor such as Tara need to carry especially in Charming. I'm not even carrying."
"And that's stupid of you. But, yeah I thought the same thing. Asked Luanne to ask her Marshall to look into it. Something's not right here."
"Nothing with her being here is right Ma. I told you this. But listen let me know what you find out."
"Yeah I will...hey baby everything okay?"
Clay walked in the office and gave her a kiss.
We heading to Indian Hills. Jax called we got some Mexican trouble."
"Aw shit, he okay?"
"Yeah he and Bobby are safe. We are going to be gone for a few days. Tig and Juice are staying till tonight here if you two need anything okay?"
"Guess we're nothing having Sunday dinner." Scold Pamela.
"Guess your suits gets to live for another day eh?"
"Pfff...yeah sure. I don't even know where he is as we speak so who knows."
Clay's raises his eyebrow but doesn't push the situation.
"Okay girls give me a kiss goodbye."
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Juice was glad he didn't have to go to Indiana Hills just yet. If they patched over it would be nothing free range pussy. And he wasn't trying to get into more trouble than he was already in.
After Pamela walked away from the PDA Jaz was displaying she the started to accusing him of sleeping with the "snooty rich bitch" and he had to basically drag her out the parking lot before Gemma or Clay heard, or worse, Pamela.
"Juiceeeeeee" yelled Tig.
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Pamela helped Gemma close down and she contemplated on getting a drink inside the clubhouse. She was making her way inside when she spotted Jazmine smoking with another crow.
Jazmine spotted her too and spoke loudly for Pamela to hear.
"Juice said he wanted to spend time together since he's been so busy with the club. Says he has something special for me today. Asked me to wear that hot pink number he likes so much. You know me, don't want to disappoint my old man."
Part of herself wanted to laugh at the feasible attempt to get her jealous or mad. But the other part wanted to bash her head in thinking about how she wasn't going to bed alone tonight.
Deciding it's best she leaves she made her way back to the car and drove away.
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Juice was disappointed that Pamela didn't show up for a drink. He had to finally put his foot down and tell at Jazmine to leave him alone because she was still there when he wrapped up at the garage.
He was going to have a long night with Tig and was hoping to make the best of the situation by having a drink with her but seemed like tonight was not the night.
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Her phone started buzzing at 3am. Curiosity got the best of her and she peaked with one eye opened
It was a text from an unknown number.
Hoping your up and if your not then my bad. -J
How did you get my number and why are texting me at 3am? . -P
You seem to be forgetting a lot that I am a hacker. And Indian Hills is far and Tig is weird.- J
He isn't weird he is misunderstood, but I am sure he can keep you entertained for a few more hours. -P
Lol sure misunderstood. Yeah he's actually mad at me because I gave the watch dog crank and he got bit in the ass. He's basically ignoring me and I can't sleep now or else idk what he would do to me. -J
Lmao. Poor Tiggy, now I have to suffer because of you. -P
Sorrryyyyy. I was just trying to make small talk since someone left me hanging at the bar tonight. -J
Oh no one left you hanging hanging handsome. Your girl was practically yelling whenever I got around that you and her had plans tonight that entailed in hot pink lingerie. Wasn't in the mood to stick around and watch. Not my thing. -P
Juice groaned fucking Jazmine.
Guessing you're not a fan of hot pink? -J
He bit his lip and waiting, everything was out in the open between them two, so why not joke about it. Right?
Oh no, I was raised around these parts. I'm all about the black...and lace ;). Well I really am tired now. So be safe, giveTiggy a kiss for me. -J
Juice's dick grew slightly hard at the thought of Pamela with nothing but black lace. She's fucking bad.
No kiss for me? -J
Night Juicey Boy. xoxo -P
She put down her phone and for the first time since she arrived she closed her eyes and fell straight to sleep.
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Jason strolled in at almost 5am. He wondered if she would ask him where he was for almost two days. But she was sound asleep.
He fucked up; he was so mad at her that he walked around town and eventually made it to a shitty strip club off the road.
He spent a good deal of money on a few drinks and some lap dances. It wasn't until almost 1am that this girl strolled in with bright red hair and promised she would show him a good time.
And that she did, except once it was all over he felt like shit, if there is one thing he understood of Charming was that this is a small town and he wouldn't be surprised if one of those men in her God father's MC knew this girl or worse was there.
He needed to get out of here. Go back home, but he wasn't going without her.
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She was drinking her coffee and going through some filed Rosen send her.
So far he had done everything she could think of to kill Bluebird and start a new dummy company. But she definitely did feel like he was taking his sweet ass with it all.
She typed an email with "suggestions" and asked to be notified of everything going on
She meet him at a conference in Cali and she thought he was smart enough to send him Clay's way. And he was was smart, smart enough to charge Clay an arm and a leg.
Gemma had called her earlier and asked to to cover for her until she wrapped something up.
After sorting through a mountain of paper work and feeling like she was in high school again Gemma came back.
"Have that information we were looking for?"
Pamela let her continue
"Turns out the doctor bitch had a restraining order pulled out. Fishy part is the guy's name was omitted from all the documents Luanne's Marshall could find. She claimed she is carrying since Chicago, but she lived in a decent neighborhood."
"Maybe she's being paranoid, or maybe there is something else missing her."
"Gave her one of my guns. No serial number on it. And have one for you too. You need to start carrying, especially with this Mayan drama going on. Need you to be safe."
Her phone rang.
"You okay?"
"Yeah Mel, you with Ma?"
"Yep she is right next to me, everything alright?"
"Yeah let her know I am on my way back. Going to see the kid. Everyone else is probably staying another day or returning tonight."
"Guessing everything turned out how it's supposed to since you're heading back."
"It went alright. The lil Rican staying behind though. You know quality assurance."
"Right...I'll meet you at the hospital later okay. Ciao."
"All is well?"
"Yeah everyone should be heading back tonight or tomorrow. Jax is on his way now."
"Good. Gets to spend time with kid. You know he better start getting use to it because I can be grandma, but I ain't losing my beauty sleep anymore. Those days are over."
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