SPOV

"Hey, darlin'."

I smiled, leaning over to give Chibs a kiss on the cheek. "Hey."

He gestured for me to sit next to him on the couch in the main room, watching Bobby and Tig play a game of pool. I leaned against his side, his arm wrapped around my shoulders.

"You wanna play the winner after this game, Lett?" Tigs asked, leaning over and taking his shot, sinking a ball. "Looks like you'll be playing me." he laughed.

But I shook my head, yawning. "No thanks, too tired."

Chibs looked down at me with a concerned frown. "Why are you tired, ya went to sleep before all of us and got up only a couple hours ago."

"Didn't sleep well." I shrugged. Just then Juice walked in and our eyes locked. "My dreams were a little... full on."

"Nightmares? I know a way to get rid of them." Tigs nodded, coming to sit on the arm of the couch next to me.

Bobby shook his head. "Don't listen to him Letti. He'll give you stuff that'll knock you out for days." this got Chibs to laugh too, a grin spread on my lips.

"Hey, Scarlett." Juice nodded, sitting on one of the stools by the table near us.

I tried not to blush as I nodded back. "Hi."

Tig shook his head, moving back to the pool table. "Make it a little less obvious, boy." he mumbled, thinking I wouldn't hear... but I did, and so did Chibs.

"You and I should have a little talk." Chibs nudged me from where we sat. I sighed, nodding before getting up, both of us heading outside.

He pulled out a smoke, sitting on one of the tables, I sat on the chair, leaning my back on the table. We were quiet at first as I waited for him to speak up, watching Kip punch the punching bag, Cherry never too far from him.

"So, we gonna have a problem with you and Juice?" Chibs finally spoke.

I shook my head. "I made it clear to him nothing's going to happen, nothing can."

"Really?" he didn't sound convinced. "Because I can tell you like him. And trust me, you say the word and that boy'll jump you."

"'Jumping' me, and liking me are two different things. He can have one of the sweet butts. Going for me would put him on Clay and Jax's bad side. He knows that. I know that." I shrugged.

"But is it enough?"

"Chibs." I sighed, standing up. "I made it clear, I wouldn't do that to him... or the club."

Finally, he nodded, hopefully understanding I wasn't messing around. "Okay, I'll take your word for it. But just remember, Jax'll have both your heads if something does happen." he finished, dropping his smoke and stepping on it. "I'll talk to you later." he nodded, walking over to the garage.

I sighed, moving over to where Cherry sat, and watched Kip. We didn't speak and I was grateful for that. Right now, all I wanted was to be left alone.

...

I had decided to go buy burgers for the guys, it was lunch time, and I had the money. See, before going on the run I had worked for this lady who had no kids or family. She had treated me like a daughter and when she died, I was the only person on her will. I got everything.

Turns out she owned three houses- I have people renting them and the money gets automatically transferred weekly- and the shop. When I had to leave my ex, I sold the shop, giving me enough money that I could actually buy a house in Charming; but I liked staying at the clubhouse. So buying the guys doughnuts or burgers didn't put me out. I actually only wanted a job because I hated not having anything to do. When I was 'travelling' I worked to keep myself from becoming paranoid and crazy.

Parking my car, I opened my door and grabbed the two bags of food on the passenger seat before getting out. The bags were pretty full, I had gotten them drinks and fries too.

"Here, let me give you a hand." I recongnized Juice's voice as I felt one of the bags being taken from me.

I smiled a thanks to him as he moved towards the guys. Kip and Lowel were int the ring, Cherry watching as Chibs called out some tips- he was training Kip. Standing back at one of the tables was Bobby and Tig.

"Hey boys, hungry?" I called before Juice and I placed the pages on to the table by Tig and Bobby. "I got coke, fries and burgers. Help yourselves."

Suddenly all the guys came by, grabbing what they wanted with a thanks and moving off. I had bought enough burgers so everyone could have seconds- you know how guys eat. Once most of the guys were gone, Chibs, Tig and Bobby turned back to where Lowel and Kip were still in the ring.

Juice stood by me, eating his own burger. He offered me a fry, and I took it with a smile. "You know you didn't have to get all this." he gestured to what food was left for anyone who hadn't come yet.

"Trust me, it's no problem."

"Half-Sack. Get in there, kid." Chibs yelled.

"Hands up, Lowel." Bobby added.

Tig turned to me, leaning over and giving me a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, Scar." over my shoulder he nodded at someone. "Things all better with the little missus now?"

I turned, seeing Clay walking towards us. Grabbing a burger, I handed to him and he leaned over, kissing my cheek and smiling. "Thanks." turning to Tig he answered. "My balls are still attached." he turned to the fight, shaking his head. "Shit, Lowel, get out of there. Whose idea was this?"

"Tig's." Bobby answered.

"Bobby's." Tig said at the same time.

Over in the ring, Lowell spoke up, panting. "I don't mind it, Clay. I'm just helping the Half-Sack train."

"Yeah, well, you killed enough brain cells. Come on, come on. Back to work." Clay gestuer for him to go back to the garage.

"Hey, you busy today?"

I looked over at Juice, shaking my head. "No, why?"

He shrugged. "It's my day off, thought maybe we could hang out." he gave a little smile.

Chibs cleared his throat, my eyes looking over at him. He gave me a look, one asking me if I knew what I was doing, if it would be a good idea to go. But I didn't see any harm in it.

Turning back to Juice I nodded, smiling. "Yeah, sure. Sounds good. I was just gonna see Abel, run a few errands. Nothing real interesting. But company's always welcome."

The others had been talking about a fight going on, bets and money, all that stuff. So they hadn't paid attention to us, if they had Clay would probably change his mind about Juice's day off.

"We can head off whenever you want." I shrugged.

"Now's good." he answered immediately.

But Clay stopped us before we could take a step. "Where are you two going?"

"Scarlett has to run some errands for Gemma. Juice just wants to get to know the girl." Chibs spoke up, surprising me.

"Yeah." Clay nodded, not looking happy. "That's what I'm worried about."

I smiled sweetly. "Relax. I promise I won't run off and elope with Juice. Plus I wouldn't dare do whatever you're worried about in a hospital. You know me."

He hesitated for a moment, staring at me, challenging me. It was a game. He was trying to see if I'd show any sign I was lying. I wasn't. I had told Juice nothing would happen, and I was going to keep sticking to my word. But even if I was lying, Clay had never caught me out before.

"Fine. But don't stay out all day. I might need Juice later." he told me with a nod.

I turned to Juice. "Let's go." I smiled, heading towards my car, Juice right behind me.

"Where are you two off to?" Jax called as he headed towards Clay, and the others.

"Hospital. Abel." was all I said before getting in the car.

...

After spending a couple hours with Abel, and doing some shopping for the club, and mum, we headed back to the club house. Chibs and Tig were sitting around, keeping Kip on track with his training. Clay was over by the garage, Jax on the phone and everyone else no where to be seen.

Heading towards the club, I nodded at Tig and Chibs. "I'm stocking up the fridge. Can you tell Clay I dropped off groceries at his house?" they nodded back as Juice and I headed inside.

"Hey Lowell." I smiled at the mechanic as he sat at one of the tables with his son. "Hey, you must be Mobby." I smiled, reaching into one of the bags and pulling out a water gun. "Heard you hang around here, so I got you this." I smiled at the little boy.

His face lite up as he took it from me. "Thank you."

"You're very welcome." I ruffled his hair before tunring to go put everything away, Juice already busy with the bar snacks.

Lowell stood up, grabbing the two bags from me. "I can do that for you."

But I shook my head. "No, that's okay."

"Please, it's the least I can do after you got Mobby the toy."

Seeing that he wasn't going to give up, I nodded, letting him take to bags. "Thanks."

He smiled and started unpacking the bag.

I felt a hand on my back, not low but it still gave me goosebumps. "You wanna come to my room, play the xbox or watch a movie?"

It was getting late, so going out again didn't seem appealing. I knew going to Juice's room would be a bad idea, but I had no tv in my room. So I nodded, following him as he lead me down the hall towards the rooms.

Juice's room was just like mine, well they were all the same actually. The only difference was his person stuff. His tv, game consoles, laptop, shelves stacked with games and movies. It was a dark room too, curtins dark, pulled shut. The only light he had on once we got in the room was the tv.

He gestured for me to sit on the bed. "Sorry I have no chairs." he shrugged, crouching down in front of a small stack of movies. "You like action? Horror? Or we can play a game?"

Knowing I just embarrass myself if I played, and watching a movie would lead to boredom, which would lead to trouble, I chose something else. "Why don't you play a game, and I watch?" I shrugged, leaning back against the headboard of the bed.

He nodded, putting a game in. "I can go with that." he answered, standing before jumping on the bed and moving up till he sat next to me, the wall on his other side. "Comfy? You can have a spare pillow if you want."

I looked to the closed door, wondering if that was such a good idea. "Um, nah, I'm fine."

"Cool." was the last word I got out of him before the game started and he suddenly he was completely distracted.

I smiled, seeing him shoot and kill zombies on the screen with an assortment of weapons. He yelled at his character every now and then, and I swear it was like he forgot I was even there.

...

I shook myself out of the intense Juice dream I was in, finding myself in his bed, leaning against him. Oblivious to the heat filled thoughts I had just been surrounded in, he continued to play the game he had been playing since we got in here.

Sighing I looked around for a clock. "How long was I asleep?"

Juice chuckled. "A couple of hours, not too long." he answered, shrugging.

I looked up at him frowning as I saw his eyes glued to the TV. "I thought you wanted to hang out with me?" I pouted.

But he didn't look my way. "I'm on a roll here." he shrugged again.

I wasn't having any of this. After my nap, I was full of energy and I wanted attention. He said he wanted to hang out with me, not his games. So I got on my knees, crawling to the end of the bed where I got in his way of the TV screen.

He frowned trying to look past me. "Scarlett, not now."

But I just put my hands on my hips, not budging from my spot. "Got your attention now, haven't I?"

There was a yell of pain behind me. Looking oveer my shoulder I saw big red letters on the screen that said 'GAME OVER'. Before I could even say anything I was pushed on to my back, Juice on top of me.

"You're gonna pay for that." he warned. Suddenly he started tickling my sides, causing me to squirm and fight under neath him, laughing hard.

"Juice, stop. Please."

"Shouldn't of made me die, Princess."

"Don't call me that." I laughed, even though I wasn't amused, it was the tickling. "You know I hate being called that." he kept tickling me, holding me down on the spot, torturing me. "Please, I'm begging you." I laughed. "Stop."

"Yeah, you beg, huh? I guess I can stop then. " his hands slowed, but he stayed on top of me both of us panting.

He didn't move and neither did I. We just stayed there, looking at each other, Juice on top of me. One leg on the outside of my thighs, the other resting between my legs. Looking into his eyes I was surprised at how brown they actuall were. Big and chocolate brown, eyes that you could drown in.

I didn't see him finally move, too distracted. But when I felt his lips pressed against mine, my body jumped, eyes shutting as my stomach filled with butterflies.

Moving away slightly, I could hear both of us panting still, but it wasn't from the tickling. No this was because of the attraction and desire we were both feeling for one another. He didn't say a word, probably knowing the moment words were said, I'd realize what we were doing is wrong and I'd push him away. No, instead he moved back down, kissing me again but his time harder.

I felt his tongue run against my lips, begging for entry. And I gave him just that. Our tongues pushed and rubbed against each other, need and want growing between us. His hands found their way under my shirt, grasping my waist as he lowered, pressing his body against mine. I moaned as he pushed his thigh against my core, hands gripping me tighter.

My phone started vibrating in my pocket. Groaning I pulled it out as Juice moved to kiss and nibble on my neck.

Absentmindedly I answered my phone, bringing it to my ear. "Scarlett talking." I answered, keeping my voice steady.

"So, where are you this time?"

I froze. I knew it was only a matter of time before he got my number. My ex, the private investigator.

Juice stopped what he was doing, noticing the difference in me. With a questioning look he gestured to the phone, but before he could speak I pressed my spare hand over his mouth to stop him from talking.

"You didn't answer me Scarlett." he sounded pissed, both in the angry and drunk way. "Where are you?"

"Leave me alone." I told him before hanging up and throwing my phone across the room.

Juice sat up, looking at me with worry, protectiveness and that tough Sons of Anarchy look. "Who was it?"

I shook my head, getting up. "Don't worry about it. I can handle it myself." I mumbled, fixing my shirt and hair before opening the door and walking out.

Unfortunately I bumped right in to Chibs.

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