A/N: I have no rights to SOA.

A/N 2: Sorry for being gone so long. I'm updating a bunch today!

Chapter 4

"You know Juice, you are going to have to start kicking in for food if you stay much longer," Scarlett said crankily as she gazed into the almost bare refrigerator.

"That was rude, Scarlett," Sophia said shoving her aside and pulling out the empty egg carton.

Sophia opened it and threw it away.

"I'll go pick us up some breakfast," Juice said sheepishly.

Sophia kissed Juice. "I have to get ready for work, they have me on the desk since I will be out for two more weeks."

"I will drop you off and then bring you some breakfast."

Sophia went down the hall to her room and changed into jeans and a tight, racerback tank top with a cowl neck line. She sat down to pull on her boots and then brushed her hair and went back out to the kitchen.

"Fuck you look good," Juice growled from behind her as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

Sophia smiled. "Let's go. Scarlett, tonight?"

Scarlett nodded and Sophia turned and led Juice outside.

"What's tonight?"

"I'm picking up a couple of shifts a week at Lake Side."

"No, you aren't."

"Excuse me?"

"You can't work at Lake Side."

"I'm not sure what you are implying."

"We still haven't worked out what the deal was with the Mayans the other night and Kyle is still lurking around Charming."

"What does the Mayans have to do with me?"

"You were with me that night, Lake Side is too close to the border, if the Mayans saw you there, who knows what they would do to you."

"Why would they care about some crow eater? SAMCRO wouldn't risk themselves over the safety of a crow eater."

Juice shook his head.

"Do I look like an Old Lady? Is there anything about me that separates me as an old lady? No, I'm just a SOA fuck buddy."

"Sophia."

"I get that I have to 'prove' myself to the club before you and I can get serious, so let me live my life. And to do that, I have to pay some bills."

"I..."

"Don't even, I'm not playing that game. I'm not some girl you keep on the side, you can help me pay bills when there is a ring on my finger, until then, our financial lives are separate."

"Get on," Juice said gruffly as he got on the motorcycle.

Sophia obeyed and wrapped her arms around his waist, carefully distancing herself from him until he reached down and squeezed her thigh, a silent apology. She relaxed a bit and when he pulled up in front of the salon, she leaned down and kissed him.

"I'll pick you up from Lake Side after my club business."

Sophia smiled and turned to go inside.

Sophia Sophia

"Things getting serious with Juice?" Roxy asked.

"Nah, he's just being sweet since he got me shot and was there when I hurt my arm."

Roxy raised her eyebrows and set Sophia up at the front desk and Sophia started applying her makeup. Sophia answered the phones and greeted the clients. During a slow moment, Sophia went to the back to start a load of towels.

"Soph!"

"Yeah," she said peeking her head out of the back room. She saw Juice standing there with a box of doughnuts and the prospect with two trays of coffees. "Hey," she greeted walking out of the back room. "You did not have to bring breakfast," she said going over to him.

"Yeah, I did, I took some to Scarlett first though."

Sophia laughed and took the box of doughnuts and kissed him quickly. "I do appreciate it."

"See you later," Juice said pulling her close and kissing her thoroughly.

Sophia blushed and turned to take the doughnuts to the table. Juice smacked her ass as she walked away and she jumped but continued moving with the Prospect following.

After Juice and the prospect left, Roxy pulled Sophia to her. "Not so serious, huh?"

Sophia Sophia

Lake Side was absolutely dead that night, with two sets of four people quietly playing cards and chatting.

Sophia and Scarlett were leaning over the bar. One group got up, paid their tab and left. Scarlett groaned loudly.

"This is bad, chicka."

"I know."

"Remember right after school, we talked about moving out here and..."

"Jesus, Scarlett, no."

"Come on, you loved your job."

"Yes."

"It paid a lot more money than cosmetology and bartending."

"Yes."

"We could sure use the money."

Sophia dropped her head to the bar and shook her head. "I'll think about it."

Sophia Sophia

The prospect showed up around midnight to pick Sophia up. "Hey, Soph, Juice sent me and asked me to give you a ride."

"He at the clubhouse?"

"Yeah."

"Can we go there?"

"Sure, there is a party brewing."

"Come on Scar, you will love this place."

Scarlett shrugged her shoulders and went to Lou, the owner and cleared her leaving with him. She joined them outside a few minutes later and they left for the clubhouse.

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When they got to the clubhouse, it was a mild party. Mostly Old Ladies and girlfriends, like Sophia, were there. Gemma and Tara were sitting at a table with some other women smoking weed and playing cards. Tara gave Sophia a wave and Sophia smiled back. She went over to Juice and he pulled her into his lap.

"Hey baby," he said kissing her, sliding his fingers under the hem of her top.

"I hope its ok, I brought Scarlett."

"Sure," he smiled. "Chibs!"

The Scotsman with a heavy brogue sauntered over.

"Chibby, this is Scarlett, Soph's friend, you two have a lot in common."

Sophia turned and nodded at Scarlett who let herself be pulled closer to the man with a scar on his face. "Chibs? That's an unusual nickname," Scarlett crooned as Chibs pulled her over to the pool table.

Sophia leaned down and kissed Juice's neck while he did his thing on the computer. "Sorry it's not swinging tonight," Juice whispered as Sophia nibbled on his ear.

"Hey, we've never had even semi-sober sex before, I bet it's even more amazing than mostly drunk."

Juice laughed and the screen switched to the security feed. "Clay!" Juice hollered as the door busted open.

The room went into complete chaos for a few moments as an entire SWAT team entered the clubhouse. People hollered, glass broke, furniture was pushed aside.

"Jesus Christ," Juice swore as he pulled Sophia to him. A SWAT team member pulled them apart and shoved Juice down to the floor hard and then threw Sophia to the floor. Juice started to get up, but Sophia grabbed his arm.

"No, Juice, stop," she said looking over to the table Gemma and Tara were at and they were getting seriously rough housed.

Clay and Jax came out of the chapel and the team approached them.

"Clay Morrow?"

"Yeah," Clay said gruffly.

"We have a warrant to search the premises for illegal weapons," the lead officer said handing Clay the warrant.

Sophia took that opportunity to get up. Juice tried to grab her and one of the SWAT members tried to shove her back down.

"Oh, back off, I'm their lawyer," Sophia admonished.

Everyone hushed up when Sophia made that declaration.

She adjusted her skirt and top and walked over to Clay. She put her hand out for the warrant. "We will discuss my fee later, let me see the warrant." Clay handed it to her.

She scanned the document and then shook her head. She leaned over and whispered to Clay. "According to this, they can only search the garage."

Clay nodded. "That's fine."

She handed the document back over to the officer. "You all need to get out of here before we press charges for undue police brutality against unarmed, cooperating citizens for your treatment of the women over there," she said pointed at Tara's group. "And you should be more careful with your paperwork, this warrant is only for the Teller-Morrow garage. You failed to list the clubhouse on the warrant."

"What?" the lead officer scoffed looking at the paperwork. He shook his head. "Clerical error."

"Well, go fix your clerical error, but until then, you need to leave this building," Sophia stated confidently. "You have thirty seconds before I file a complaint."

The lead officer glared at her and then turned to the rest of the team. "Clear out," he hollered leading the way.

When the officers were out, the clubhouse came to life again, everyone getting up and righting the furniture.

Juice got up and came over to Sophia, Clay and Jax.

"Who are you?" Jax asked.

"Sophia Bass, attorney-at-law," Sophia said extending her hand.

Clay took it. "I thought you were a hairdresser."

"I was trying something new, turns out I'm not cut out for the life of a hairdresser slash bartender. I had decided tonight to go job hunting, I already passed the California BAR exam, I just need to find a firm to work for."

"How long do we have before they come back with a corrected warrant?"

"Fifteen to thirty."

"Alright, ladies, clear out, men, get to work," Clay called. "Sophia, do you mind sticking around for the next wave?"

"Just make sure its clear here."

"Gotcha, boss," Clay said with a grin as Scarlett came up to Sophia.

Gemma waved Sophia and Scarlett over to their table.

"That was some crazy shit," Gemma said as they sat. Around them, guys were hustling about, clearing out the guns and weed, none of which Sophia saw, because she was staring in the corner.

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you all before," Sophia apologized.

"No worries, we all get the running away shit," Gemma said. "This one especially," she said gesturing to Tara.

Tara narrowed her eyes and dealt another hand of cards as they waited. After about ten minutes, Clay came over and put his hand on Sophia's back.

"I just got off the phone with my other lawyer, he wants to see you first thing in the morning," Clay said handing Sophia a business card.

"No problem," Sophia said taking the card.

Sophia Sophia

Exactly as Sophia had predicted, the posse returned thirty minutes later with a correct warrant in place, no one shoved to the ground this time. After she read it over, she nodded and gestured for him to go ahead.

"I will be watching for unnecessary destruction of property," Sophia said sitting back down.

"Bitch," the lead officer swore under his breath.

"That's right," she said with a smile to the other women which caused them all to laugh.

Sophia Sophia

Juice brought over a bottle of Jack and two glasses and sat down in a vacant chair. "You're a lawyer?"

Sophia nodded, "Unemployed lawyer."

"Clay gave me the nod on you," Juice said with a grin.

"Really?"

"Yeah," he said with a laugh.

Sophia laid down her cards and climbed into Juice's lap, kissing him. He ran his hands up her back, under the hem of her skirt as she straddled his lap. She ran her fingers over his shaved head and lightning bolts and he pulled back.

He looked at Gemma. "Excuse us, ladies."

Gemma and Tara nodded. "Enjoy yourselves," Gemma said with a smirk.

Juice resumed kissing Sophia and picked her up and carried her to his dorm room. He took her to the bed and gently laid her down. He climbed over her, straddling her and kissed her, cupping her face in his hands. Sophia rested her hands on his hips and enjoyed the tenderness of his kisses.

He moved his hands down her neck and over her breasts to the hooks on her top. He gently freed her from her constricting top and moved his lips down to her breasts, his warm breath rushing over her nipples before flicking one with his tongue. She ran her hands over his bald scalp, fingers just brushing the mohawk in the center of his head as he lowered his lips onto her breast.

He moved his lips down her flat stomach to the top of her skirt. He pulled back and looked at her and found the zipper on her skirt. He removed her skirt and her panties before kissing down to the strip of hair she refused to shave. She moaned as he pulled her lips apart and she felt his breath on her.

He licked softly almost with a feather touch of his tongue that she had never experienced and she sighed with satisfaction as she felt the orgasm begin to build. She began to move on the bed and Juice took the hint and slowly slipped two fingers inside of her. The light touch of his tongue with the rhythm of his fingers thrusting in and out of her was too much and she lifted her hips as the orgasm hit.

She pulled him up to her her and kissed him, loving the taste of herself on his lips. She worked on his belt buckle and smiled as she released his cock from his pants. She stroked it a few times, feeling the precum already on the tip. She continued to stroke him as he pulled his shirt off and leaned down to kiss her again. She released him and wrapped her legs around his waist as he sunk himself into her.

She smiled as he moaned when he was fully inside of her. She kissed him lightly and smiled as he began to thrust into her and cried out as Juice reached his orgasm. He shuddered and moaned before he fell to her chest. She relaxed into the mattress and smiled at the warm feeling of Juice against her cool skin and the feeling of his cum leaking from her pussy as he pulled out.

He fell to her side and pulled her to him as he curled up against her side.

Sophia Sophia

She poked him awake early the next morning. "Juice?"

"What are you doing up?" he mumbled.

"Can you take me home, I have to get to Rosen's office."

Juice groaned. "Just a note, bikers don't get up at 6 a.m."

"Get used to it, jack ass, I'm a lawyer, you have no idea how early I will be getting up."

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Sophia cursed her black and pink hair as she walked into Rosen's office. She had managed to get it pulled back into a respectable chignon, but the colors were obvious. She had on her favorite black suit and a pink, lace chemise with black heels and panty hose.

She approached the receptionist. "I have a meeting with Daniel Rosen."

The receptionist checked the calendar on the computer. "I don't see you on the calendar."

"It was set up after hours last night, is Mr. Rosen here? Can you check with him please?"

"And what is your name?" she asked disdainfully.

"Sophia Bass," she said turning around.

A minute later, a man approached her.

"Ms. Bass?"

"Yes," she said stepping toward him.

"I'm Daniel Rosen, it is nice to meet you."

"Thank you, I am happy to meet you too."

"Come," he said ushering her down a hall to his office. "Please, take a seat? Would you like anything to drink?"

"Water would be lovely," she said setting her briefcase down.

He typed into his computer.

"Alright, Ms. Bass..."

"Sophia, please."

"Sophia," he adjusted. "Clay told me how well you handled last night. I have to say I'm impressed, a little sad at the loss of income, but impressed."

Sophia laughed. "Well, there will be no income if the entire club goes away."

"True," Rosen said. He looked down. "Well, I got up early and did some digging into you and am impressed with your stellar career up to an abrupt resignation a month or so ago from your old firm."

Sophia smiled. "First, I have to explain my hair. I've been working as a hairdresser for the past month and well, this is what the women at that salon want. Um, well, I got married a month ago and quickly filed for an annulment, then moved here to get away from my husband."

Rosen nodded. "I have been looking for a junior associate and I'm interested, but I know your involvement may cause issues."

"I would not allow it, I would love to work for you and it may even benefit you, can you imagine the billable hours you will rack on them? And it would cut down on your having to run around because I am there."

"It would be nice to sleep through the night for a full week."

Sophia laughed.

"Alright, you got me. I will hire you on a temporary, trial basis, come in tomorrow and we will get you started."

Sophia smiled. "Thank you, I will head over to get my hair dyed back to its original color."

Rosen nodded and smiled. "Have a good afternoon."