Chapter 4

"You want anything Princess Coffee, Sandwich?"

"No I'm fine." She said as she flicked through the channels on the TV.

"Do you want..."

"CLAY." Nicole stood to her feet and turned to face Clay who had a shocked expression on his face from her outburst. "Look I'm sorry, but I'm just wondering how long this babysitting thing is gonna go on for."

"What?"

"Clay I'm not stupid. If Aunt Gemma's not here then your here and if your not here then its Jax or Tara. Even Half Sack was here the other day for a couple of hours pretending he was doing some sort of plumbing work for you."

"We just want to make sure your okay." Clay made his way over to her.

"I know and I love you all for that but I just need some time by myself."

"Okay... okay if that's what you want Princess. I've got some stuff to take care of anyway." He kissed her before he reluctantly left.

"THANK YOU." Nicole shouted running to the door as he left.

When the coast was clear Nicole grabbed here car keys and went to her car. She unlocked the trunk and stared at the two duffel bags for a second before opening the first bag. To her shock it is full of money, she opened the second bag, which was full of guns. She slammed the trunk shut.

"SHIT...SHIT...FUCK." She paced back and forth running her fingers through her long dark hair. "Right... come on think." She said to herself. She opened the trunk back up and took the two bags inside.

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She stood looking at the money that she had just finished counting. "$250,000... Oh my god... what the hell?" She muttered to herself. She knew this was not good. She jumped when she heard the front door. She threw the money back into the bag as quickly as she could.

"Hello... Nicole."

Her heart skipped a beat as she heard the footsteps approaching. Pushing the rest of the money into the bag she shoved the bags under her bed before rushing out the room.

"Juice?" She spoke breathlessly.

"Hey, you okay? You seem a little flustered." He asked picking up on her rosy cheeks and her unsteady breaths. He hadn't realised how beautiful she was before and her skin, he had never seen skin look that glowing and soft, if that was even possible.

"Hey Juice you with me?" She waved her hand in front of his face.

"Huh...What?" Slowly he came out of his daze.

"Nothing." She smilied sweetly at him, she knew that he was checking her out. "Didn't you get the message, babysitting club is over."

"I'm not here to check on you." Nicole folded her arms over her chest as she looked him dead in the eye. "Okay I'm here to check on you."

"Thought so." She breezed past him to the kitchen "Drink?" she asked.

"Sure."

Nicole pulled out two beers and handed one to Juice before taking a seat in the lounge. They fall into an uncomfortable silence, until Nicole broke it.

"You strike me as a man who knows a lot of people Juice." Juice looked up slightly confused by her question.

"Yeah... I suppose."

"Do you know anyone who deals with cars, and don't say Clay because I don't mean a mechanic. What I need is someone to make my Mustang a different Mustang." She took another swig of her beer as she kept her eyes trained on Juice.

"Yeah I know someone, but don't you think Clay or Jax should..."

"Juice if I wanted their help I would ask." She paused for a second wondering what the best way was to get him on board. "Jax and Clay would just think I'm over-reacting anyway."

"Over-reacting to what?"

"The car isn't mine, its my ex boyfriend's. The one who did this to me." She pointed to the bruises on her face. "I'm just scared that he could track the car and find me. So will you help me...please?"

"Yeah course I will. But you really should tell Jax or Clay about this."

"I will once its done I promise... So?"

"What you want me to call him now?"

"Well yeah."

Juice reluctantly pulled out his cell and called his guy. He walked around the living room, Nicole watching his every step.

"So I've called in a couple of favours and if we take it there now he can fit us in." She jumped from her seat and threw her arms around Juice.

"Thank you." She gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I'll just get my coat and I'll be ready." Juice watched her leave, his face slightly flushed from her touch.

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When they arrived at the garage, a tall, broad, bearded, tattooed man made his way towards them.

"Juice my man, long time."

"Dex." The two men shook hands. "This is Nicole." Juice motioned his head towards her.

"Hey." Nicole said. The man referred to as Dex simply nodded at her.

"So the boy tells me you need my help."

"Yeah um my Mustang needs a makeover so to speak."

"I get ya."

"Plates, colour, papers everything." Nicole told him.

Dex looked at Juice "You vouch for her?" Nicole's eyes were now on Juice as well.

"Yeah, she's good." Juice looked at Nicole and who was smiling appreciably at him.

"Well as your a mate of Juice's I could do it for about 3K."

"By tomorrow?" Nicole queried.

"I don't Miss.. Do you know..."

"I'll give you 4K." They both looked at her but she didn't take her eyes off Dex.

"She good for it Juice?" Dex asked, referring his question to Juice rather than her.

"I'm good for it." Nicole felt Juice's eyes on her but she ignoreed him. "$4,000 cash."

"I only deal in cash sweetheart." Nicole placed out her hand. Dex paused for a second before he shook it.

"Juice I'll call you when its ready."

"Thanks man." Juice patted him on the back.

Juice handed Nicole the helmet as she got on his bike. She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist, pulling herself closer to him. Juice almost lot control of his bike, the feel of her touching him and moving close to his body was almost unbearable. He had to use all his strength to keep focused on the road. "God she smells amazing." He thought to himself. Juice had never been so happy to see Clay's house, one more minute and he would be able to breathe properly. Before they made it into the house, they saw Clay rushing outside.

"Where have you been?" He demanded.

"Um.." Nicole stuttered as she straightened out her hair. Helmet hair is never a good look.

"Why are you on his bike? Where's your car?" Nicole and Juice looked at one another.

"Um...um." Nicole stuttered again.

"I backed into her car with my bike. Scratched some of the paint work so I took it to this paint guy I know."

Clay eyed Juice suspiciously "Right, well Juice we need you back at the club house. I'll see you later Princess." Clay mounted his bike. "Come on." He shouted back at Juice.

Juice rushed over to his own bike. He took one last look at Nicole, as she mouthed the words "Thank you" to him before heading inside. Juice smilied to himself before driving off.

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Later the next day Juice came to pick up Nicole and take her to the garage. When they got there Dex was waiting for them.

"Hey Dex."

"Juice, Miss." He nodded at Nicole, she smiled back at him.

Nicole handed Dex a brown envelope. He took a look inside and had a quick count of the cash, happy that it was all there he smiled and gave her a brown envelope. She opened it and saw the new papers and a set of keys which she pulled out.

"Good doing business with you Miss, your new Mustang is over there." He pointed behind her.

"Thank you Dex." Nicole walked to the car.

"Hey man thanks for this I owe you."

"Nah, now were even Lad." They shook hands before Juice headed back to his bike.

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Jax and Opie were working on a car together in the workshop. Jax quickly turned around when he heard the familiar rumble of Nicole's car, but instead of seeing the Black car he had expected its was now gleaming Red.

"You've got to be shitting me." Opie looked up from underneath the hood to see what Jax was on about. Jax threw his tools to the ground and marched over to Nicole, who was heading in his direction.

"Hey Jay."

He didn't reply instead he grabbed her arm and dragged her back to her car. She had to run to keep up with his massive steps. A confused Juice followed.

"You're hurting me...GET OFF ME JAY" Jax finally stopped and pointed to her car.

"What the FUCK IS THAT?"

"My car!" Nicole sarcastically replied still trying to struggle free of his grasp.

"Funny that, because last time I saw it, it was a little less red and was sporting very different plates."

"I had to, it wasn't mine it belongs to my ex.."

"She was scared Jax, she ….." Jax shot a glare at Juice successfully making him to shut up.

"He could track the car and find out where I was is that what you want?" Nicole snaped.

"Why didn't you come to me?"

"Because you would have stopped me."

"To right it's a stupid fucking thing to do. We have ATF up our asses and you pull a stunt like this."

"Well if you had told me about ATF I wouldn't have done this... but you didn't."

"Its club business." Nicole was taken aback by his reply. Shaking her head at him she let out a little laugh as she finally broke free from his grip. "Screw you." She pushed him backwards and stormed to her car.

"Where are you going... NICOLE." Jax shouted.

"That's my business." Nicole replied giving Jax a scolding stare before getting into her car. She slammed her door shut and sped out the car park.

"Jax."

"I'll deal with you later." He told Juice as he walked past him.

"PROSPECT... HEY PROSPECT."

"Yeah Jax."

"Follow her."

"What now?"

"No in fucking half an hour YES NOW." Half Sack didn't hesitate and ran straight to his bike, exiting the parking lot after Nicole.

Jax walked back to into the workshop and continued working on the car.

"Go easy on her Jax."

"Ope don't." They continue working on the car in silence.