Who doesn't like a little Juice and Tully action... no you perverts not like that :P R&R please!
Chapter Nine
Juice leaned against his motorcycle, chewing his lower lip, and picking at the cuff of his hooded jacket, which sat underneath his Kutte.
When Willow was born he had quit smoking, but if he had a pack right now, he'd be half way through it. His nerves were on edge, but he tried not to let it bother him much. Easier said than done, especially after the morning he had with Nikki. What he wouldn't give to take her up on her idea, and just leave everything behind, let someone else fix things, but that's not how he played, that's not how any of them played. He was man enough to stay and deal with his problems, fix them, and carry on, and that's exactly what he was going to do.
Juice was sweating just slightly, just enough for him to notice it on his brow, and he wiped it away with the back of his hand. Funny, he remembers walking through the double doors to get in to the prison, remembers going up to the desk, and speaking to the woman at the desk, and remembers a guard, but he doesn't remember walking down the hallways, or the guard opening the room door, doesn't remember sitting down, and doesn't remember waiting, or the door opening again, or Tully being brought in the room. But here he was, sitting right in front of him. Tully, ha! What the hell did my mom see in this guy? What did she see in any of the guys she brought home?
"Just bang on the door when you're done. Someone will come in." The prison guard said, as he left the room. Tully secured to the chair and table so he couldn't do anything. His hands folded together on top of the table, as he leaned in close. His lips pressed together, making them seem smaller than they actually were, that was until he opened his mouth to talk, "Hello Juan Carlos. Honestly, I have to tell you, I thought you would have already come to see me, I'm surprised it took you so long."
"I… I've had some things…" Juice found himself answering to him, just like he did when he was a child. Tully tilted his head slightly to the side whiling look into Juices eyes. Tully could read him like an open book, he was conflicted, confused, and ultimately, he was afraid. He knew that look, it was the same look Juice gave when he was a little boy, that look he saw when he killed he killed Juices mother.
"How's the baby?" Tully asked, and instantly Juice perked up, his brows furrowed together, and he leaned in close. "You don't get to ask me about my family, they are off limits to you." Juice growled through clenched teeth. Tully sat back in the chair, as much as he could with his hands cuffed to the table.
"Wow, Juan Carlos Ortiz grows a pair." Tully said with a smirk on his face. "Let's cut the crap, why are you here?" Tully asked, once again leaning into the table.
"Jax is getting out soon."
"Ahh, yes, the pretty boy is getting out, and you killed his mother. He's very upset with you for that. He wanted to be the one to pull the trigger. He wants to make you pay for that… Juice." Tully said, his smirk turning into a smile.
"Why did Jax come to you? What were his intentions?" Juice started questioning, the sooner he got his answers, the quicker he could get the fuck out of here.
Juice's eyes flicked up to the corner of the room where the camera was mounted to the ceiling, he had to be careful, he couldn't say the wrong thing, he had to be careful here.
"Don't worry, they aren't on. I paid for this room. We're alone." Tully sat back, he didn't say anything, just eyed Juice up. "You look so much like your mother, you know that? You have her chin, her lips, her nose… Her eyes." Tully licked his lips then, which sent a child right up Juices spine. "Just answer the question."
Tully's jaw tensed up, and his lips pursed together even tighter than before. It didn't last long, with his foot wiggling under the table, the chains clinking together. Tully cracked a smile, his tongue darting out to wet his dried cracked lips. "That's new, but then again it's not. You've always been a little hard ass, at least tried to be."
Juice kept a straight face, and although his mind was screaming at him to get up and walk away or to reach across the table and smack Tully, he reframed from both, and waited. Finally Tully gave in with a sigh, and a flick of his tongue over his teeth, "Jax wanted it to look like a hate crime. I didn't know who you were at first, when Jax called you by the name "Juice" I wasn't thinking about the little boy that I helped raise, Juan Carlos. It wasn't until he showed me a picture of you. He said that you were the only guy in the club that wasn't "white"."
"Did he tell you why he wanted me dead?"
"He said you did the club wrong, and he needed to keep it quiet from the guys. That's why he came to me. He knew I'd have no problem doing it."
"Why didn't you then?"
Tully sat back in the hard plastic chair, staring at Juice for a moment before answering. "I knew as soon as I saw the picture he handed me, it was you in your Kutte, sitting on your bike. I knew as soon as I saw you, who you were. I only went along with Jax's plan, I had no intentions of hurting you, I just wanted to see you."
"Why?"
"You were the exception to the rule."
"What does that even mean?"
"I couldn't hurt you even if I wanted to. Regardless of your skin color, I couldn't do it. There's still part of me that things… maybe, I guess." Tully shook his head, "I know it's true though. Parents know, but I never left you. I never abandoned you or Emily. If the cops didn't get involved I would have raised both of you."
"So why take the mother of my child, why not just take me, since that was the plan."
"Jax planned it. He said you guys travel in pairs always, doesn't matter. He said the only way to get you to leave by yourself is to do it this way. I made sure Nikki was taken care of, I didn't hurt her. I like her, Juice, you did good." Tully said, "What did you do, Juan?"
"I accidently killed a brother. I didn't want to it was just an accident. I couldn't tell the club, they would have killed me, ha ha, so I tried too…"
"God damn."
"After I tried and failed to hang myself, I came clean to Jax, he told me there was a way I could make it up to him. I had to kill a grieving mother. Her son killed a bunch of kids at a school, killed a couple teachers, and used one of our guns. She wasn't listening or cooperating with us, so Jax gave me a syringe told me to give her some drugs, she was a user, then told me to suffocate her, make it look like she overdosed."
When Juice finished explaining the story he leaned back in his chair, eyes filled with tears, and took a deep breath.
"Fuck, Carlos." Tully said with a laugh, "And I thought my situation was fucked up." He laughed again.
Juice ignored Tully's remark and flew out of his seat, knocking it backwards, and threw himself against the door, pounding on it: "Open the door. We're done in here!" Juice yelled.
"C'mon Juan Carlos, sit down and let's talk a bit more."
"No, were done Tully. You are dead to me. We are done!"
"I saved your life, more than once, I took care of you, I protected you."
"You killed my mom!"
"She wasn't the only one, JC. I've been killing your mom over and over and over again. Looking for the same woman constantly, someone that looks like her, someone that acts like her, it's not an easy job to do, but it makes me feel good, alive. You know that feeling too, don't you Juice?" Tully's smile only widened, and Juice stood there, horrified as he waited for the guards to come open the door for him. Soon there was a loud buzzing noise, and the door opened, and the two guards stepped to the side allowing Juice to exit first.
