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Chapter 10

(Allie's POV)

My nerves had calmed down by the time lunch was finished. No alarms went off, no one was hurt and I think I managed to dodge the bullet for everyone. I was looking forward to seeing Juice. He was sweet during our last session and he was a big reason why I was determined not to give up on the sons.

I was sitting on one of the couches when Juice came through the door, followed by Dan. I smiled at both.

"There won't be any need for the cuffs today, Dan. I've got an exercise I thought Mr. Ortiz might like to try," I told him, continuing to smile encouragingly.

"are you sure?" Dan asked doubtfully whilst Juice tried to hide his smile.

"I'm sure," I responded, politely but firmly. "Mr Ortiz, why don't you take a seat?" I nodded to the seat opposite me and Juice sat down.

"If you need me, I'll be right outside," Dan told me and then left the room.

Juice looked around and whistled in appreciation.

"This is great Allie. Thanks for getting us out of those interview rooms," He told me, and I could tell he was being genuine.

"It's no problem, really. I can't stand those rooms either," I replied honestly. We smiled at each other for a minute before he grew serious.

"I'm sorry about Happy earlier. If he upset you or made you uncomfortable," he spoke earnestly. Of course, the guys knew what happened earlier. I was trying to help them and Happy probably told them I was a nutcase. That's just great.

"He didn't, honestly. I just wasn't feeling well," I told him and I could tell he wasn't buying it.

"That's crap and we both know it," he answered, shaking his head. "I'm not going to push you to talk about it. I would be a huge hypocrite if I did. But as long as you're ok?" He asked and I smiled at his concern. "None of us want to see you upset." I think that might have been a little stretch from the truth, but I appreciated his concern. I'm not sure how, but it was becoming clearer to me that the sons and I had formed some kind of friendship and it wasn't just a one-way street on my part. At least I hoped not, anyway.

"I'm ok thanks, Juice. Just… be careful yeah? You should all watch each other's backs in here," I told him. I couldn't bear the thought of one of them getting hurt, not even Clay.

"Why? Do you think something is gonna happen?" He asked suspiciously. I just shrugged.

"You just never know what could happen, that's all. So be careful please. All of you."

Juice watched me for a minute and I could literally feel his brain working to put the pieces together. It was clear he knew I knew more than I was letting on. He didn't push it though. Eventually he just smiled and just like that, I knew the subject was over with.

"So, what's the exercise you want to try?" He asked, grinning enthusiastically. "It sure is nice to be out of those chains. Thanks for that by the way." He stretched exaggeratingly and I laughed.

"You're welcome, and you're going to like it, I promise," I grinned and leaned over to grab a box from my bag. I placed it on the table and opened it, revealing freshly home baked brownies. The look on Juice's face was priceless.

"You are the most awesome chick I've ever met!" he declared, reaching to grab one. "I can eat them, right?" He asked, with the brownie an inch from his mouth. I couldn't help but laugh.

"Yeah Juice, you can eat them," I giggled. "I only told Dan there was an exercise so he'd take the cuffs off. You don't need to be cuffed in here."

"Dan eh?" Juice asked, his mouth full of Brownie.

"Yeah, Dan. Don't look at me like that, he's the one who helped me get this room for our sessions," I told him.

"Yeah? Did he help you shop for the furniture too?" He asked sarcastically, and if I wasn't mistaken, he sounded a bit jealous and bitter. I laughed.

"No, that was Phil," I told him smugly, enjoying watching the attitude drop from his face.

"Phil?" He repeated. "As in, prospect Phil?" I nodded, still thoroughly enjoying this conversation.

"Yep," I confirmed. "I wasn't going to let any old person know what I was doing, and Phil wanted to help. He really was a great help too, I never would've managed this by myself," I told him firmly. I wasn't about to let Juice's jealousy get Phil in trouble when he was doing a good thing for the club.

Luckily, Juice seemed to look relieved.

"That's cool. The guys didn't scare you off then?" He asked casually, but I could hear the worry in his voice.

"The guys were great," I told him cheerily, "and I'm not going anywhere." He nodded, smiling at what I said.

"Anyone giving you trouble for trying to help us?" He asked and I shook my head. I wasn't about to tell him that the system wanted me to spy on him and his club, and that I'd pretended to agree. I still hadn't worked out what I was going to do about that.

"Nah, no trouble. Most people in Charming are pretty cool. Gemma doesn't seem too fond of me, though," I told him and he smirked.

"Don't mind her, she's just protective. Her bark is way worse than her bite," he laughed. I had a feeling he was wrong about that but I didn't say anything.

"Cool shop you've got, by the way," I told him and he looked up in surprise. "Yeah I went with my friend Katie. She doesn't know who the shop belongs to and she said the word on the street is that Clear Passages sells the best dope in town." His smile could've lit up a city.

"Really? That's awesome!" He exclaimed, looking like an excited puppy. "Did you try any?" He asked and I shook my head.

"It's just not my thing, Juice," I explained. "But business is good. Your shop was really busy."

"Sweet," he nodded happily, clearly still overjoyed at what Katie had said. "I can't believe you actually went there. Thanks Allie." I shrugged and smiled.

"It's cool. That's what friends are for, right? Besides, it's nice to get to know my way around Charming and the people in it." He looked at me in silence for a minute. "What?" I asked, confused.

"You said we were friends," He said quietly and my heart plummeted. Of course, silly me, we weren't friends. I was just here to do my job and now I'd put my foot in it.

"Sorry, it was an accident," I told him calmly, and his eye widened.

"No, of course we're friends!" He exclaimed. "I just never thought you'd want to be friends with someone like me." He looked at the floor and suddenly I wanted to hug him.

"You don't know me well enough to judge how I pick my friends, Mr Ortiz," I teased, sticking my tongue out so he knew I was teasing. He laughed and held his hands up in defeat.

"Fair enough," he laughed. "So, what do we do now?"

"Whatever you like, you've got 40 minutes left. There's paper and pens if you want to draw, books if you want to read. There's board games too in the cupboards over there," I told him, pointing to the cupboards behind him. He looked at me again, not saying anything.

"What's the matter?" I asked him quietly. He looked sad.

"I don't know how to play," he confessed, looking at the floor.

"What? Board games?" I asked and he nodded his head. "Didn't you play them as a child?"

"Nope," he replied and I could see how hard it was for him to admit this. Being a son probably required a lot of tough acting and pretending you don't have feelings. The fact he was trusting me with a piece of his past, that showed he wasn't raised in a loving home with parents that played with him, spoke volumes.

"I'll teach you," I smiled at him. "Go and pick a game."

"Seriously?" He grinned and it broke my heart a little bit.

"Yes goof, now pick a game," I told him, laughing.

We spent the next hour playing Uno, and Juice loved it. By the end of the session he was wiping the floor with me. He looked so happy and young without a care in the world. I wished he could always look like this. When I told him that time was up, he packed up the cards and place them back in the cupboard, his face growing sombre again.

"We will play again next week," I told him and he smiled a little.

"Have a good week Allie. Stay safe and call the guys if you need anything, ok?" He told me seriously.

"I will," I smiled. "Remember what I said too. Be careful Juice." I really couldn't bear the thought of Juice getting hurt.

"I will," he nodded and, for a second, I thought he was going to hug me. But the door opened and Dan came in, cuffs in hand. Juice held his wrists out without a word and I had to fight the urge to snatch the cuffs out of Dan's hands and throw the out of the window.

The sons were a part of my life now and I needed to get them out of here and back to Charming where they belonged.

** The Next Day **

(Happy's POV)

The stupid Mexicans just had to start a fight over fucking nothing didn't they? Got the whole fucking prison on lockdown last night, so none of us got to find out what she said to Juice.

Not that I cared. She was the same as everybody else in this place. Going through the motions, ticking the boxes, getting in our business. Claim they know everything, and the way we live is so wrong and they are so perfect. Yet if they ever really come face to face with a bit of reality, they go running off scared. That's why Pussy's only good for one thing; Pussy.

But never mind. Airhead Juice was coming to the rescue and protecting her precious feelings. Don't ask me why we're pandering to a young woman who is so insignificant. If she was a guy we'd kill her in a heartbeat to get this shit over with. But I'm not in charge. What Clay and Jax says, goes. That's exactly how it should be.

Finally, the lockdown was lifted and we were all let into the recreation areas. My brothers and I united in the T.V room, where Juice was already waiting for us. He was smiling like an idiot, as usual.

"How'd it go, man?" Jax asked Juice, clapping him on the shoulder.

"All good," he grinned. "She's still on board. More so than before if anything."

"How do you figure?" Clay asked. He didn't trust the girl and he was right to be cautious.

"She's got this place wrapper round her finger for one. She's scored a new room for our meetings, complete with couches and definitely no mirrors," he told us, sounding pretty impressed.

Something struck me as a little odd with that information.

"How did she get the warden to sign off on that?" I asked. The warden was a prick who only cared about lining his own pocket.

"No idea," he shrugged. "But she's definitely warming to the club, both inside and out. It was Phil who helped her with the room." A lot of eyebrows raised at that.

"Prospect Phil?" Tig clarified and Juice nodded. He was enjoying being able to give us all this information, I could tell.

"Yeah," he confirmed. "There's another thing too."

"What's that?" Asked Bobby.

"It could be nothing but I don't think she sent Happy back because she was upset or didn't feel well," he explain, shaking his head.

"Then why did she do it?" Bobby asked again.

"I think she was trying to protect us somehow," he replied and I scoffed. How could she possibly protect us? "I know it makes no sense. But she kept warning me to be careful and that we can't trust anyone in here."

"That's nothing we don't already know," Tig dismissed.

"Yeah but for one of them to say that to one of us, there's got to be something else in it," Jax reasoned.

"I don't think she's one of them. I really don't," Juice added firmly.

"That remains to be seen," Clay stated firmly. "Good work Juice. We need to find out why she's sending us warnings and-,"

"Oh, I think I know," Tig interrupted and pointed behind us.

We turned to find a group of men, all clearly ready for a fight.

Sweet.

I stood up and grinned. The rest of the guys followed suit and we squared off against each other.

"You sure you wanna do this, gentlemen?" Clay asked, making a show of rolling his sleeves up.

"We're sure," one of them spoke in a distinct accent. Russian. I exchanged glances with Jax and he nodded.

The guy lunged at Clay with a blade but we were quicker. Clay dodged out of the way and I landed the first hit, with a force that smashed the guys nose. I tackled him to the floor, hearing the commotion of the other guys joining in the fight. I pounded the guy hard, cracking some ribs before getting thrown off into a table. It splintered around me but I got back up, only to be kicked back down again. I grabbed his ankle and twisted hard, hearing him howl in pain. I laughed and headbutted the guy, sending him reeling as I got to my feet. He continued laying on the floor, unconscious.

Suddenly an alarm went off and the room was flooded with guards. We were forced face first to the ground and cuffed. Jax was only inches from me.

"You good, VP?" I asked quietly and he nodded.

"Check the tapes!" one of the guards yelled out. "Find out who started this."

Jax took the opportunity to check how the rest of our brothers were doing.

"Clay, we good?" Jax yelled.

"Yeah, all good," he replied and received a kick in the gut from a guard.

"no talking! One more word and you'll all be in Seg, got it?" Richards barked out. He was loving every minute of this.

A couple of minutes passed and then yet another guard walking into the room and whispered in Richards' ear. We were suddenly hoisted off the floor and dragged to the wall.

"Looks like it's your lucky day, gentlemen," Richards addressed us. "For once, you're not the one causing trouble.

"We're just learning to be law abiding citizens," Clay answered cockily. Richards got in his face.

"You wanna join your brawling buddies in solitary? That'll look real good on your parole application," he sneered, pointing at the Russian bastards being dragged out of the room. They looked a lot worse that we did, that's for sure. I also noticed the makeshift weapons on the floor. They were trying to cause us real damage. We were lucky to get out relatively unscathed.

We were lucky to have the warning we did, or this could've been really bad.

"Any of you ladies need the infirmary?" The only sound to be heard was Tig spitting blood on the floor.

"Just you then, Mr Trager, and perhaps a lesson in manners whilst we're at it," he sneered. "Let's go. The rest of you, back to your cells."

"I wanna see the chaplain," I spoke out of nowhere. The guys looked at me but didn't say anything.

"Well it's too bad you've had your session for this week, Lowman. Don't push it," Richards growled.

"Actually, if you remember rightly, he hasn't," another guard spoke. "His contract states one hour a week and his time was cut short, you told me yourself Richards." The guard that was talking came over. I'd seen him around. He was genuinely ok, maybe just a bit happy with slapping handcuffs too tight. "I will call the chaplain to ask if she will see you.

"Dobson!" He yelled for another guard. "Wait with Lowman. Richards, you take the rest back to their cells. I'll drop Mr. Trager at the infirmary on my way," he ordered and everyone began to move. Richards wasn't happy.

Good, the smug bastard. I sat down to wait. My side was throbbing but I ignored it.

It was time to get some answers.