Chapter 11

We arrived at Gemma and Clay's for dinner and there were already bikes lining their driveway. Before we went inside Juice turned to me and kissed me. "I really do love you, you know that right?"

"I do know that. You must really love me if you turned down all that Tacoma snatch." I replied.

"Happy told you?"

I nodded, "He did. I didn't request it though." I didn't want him to think I was checking up on him. I didn't want him to think I was a needy girlfriend when really I wasn't.

"I figured he would. He likes you. Either way, I made a promise to you. Plus not one of those croweaters could compare to you." He took my hand and we walked into the house. Most of the Sons were there. Happy and Opie were talking out in the backyard with one of the croweaters. Donna and Tara were in the kitchen helping Gemma. Jax, Chibs, Tig, Bobby and Clay were at the dinner table talking about something that seemed to be heated. I also noticed that the new prospect from last night was here as well.

"I'm going to go help in the kitchen," I turned to Juice who was going to join Happy and Opie.

"Alright." He smiled at me.

I walked into the kitchen and Gemma kissed me on the cheek, "Welcome grab a knife and start cutting something." Took the bottles of wine from me.

Tara stared at me. "What?! Do I have something on my face?" I started wiping my face.

She laughed, "How was "boxing" last night?" I knew exactly what she was referring to.

"You have a lovely glow about you," Donna added.

I rolled my eyes at them as I chopped up a red pepper. "I ask you all to remember Gemma handed me the knife." I jested as we all laughed. "But to answer your question Tara, my boxing coach kept me going all night long." We were all laughing when Jax walked into the kitchen.

"You want to tell me what is so funny, ladies?"

"No they do not." I replied he certainly did not need to know about my sex life from me. Juice could share if he wanted to. I just shook my head.

"Jackson?" Gemma turned to him.

"Yeah Ma?"

"Get out of my kitchen unless you want to start helping us."

"I might just help it if that means I can continue to tease the piss out of this one." He poked me playfully. I turned and pointed at the knife that I had placed on the counter. He laughed as he walked out the kitchen and outside where most of the guys had migrated to.

Dinner was ready and I sat between Happy and Juice again. I thought back to the previous time I was sitting at this table. The situation was completely different, Juice didn't say one word to me and Happy dominated my attention. I was still trapped with Liam. I looked around the table at all of the people who had blessed my life. Their unquestionable acceptance made my heart feel like it was going to burst. There was lots of chatter and laughter to be had tonight at the table. I smiled taking it all in.

"You're quiet tonight." Happy observed.

"Just taking it all in and thinking about how different it was the last time I was sitting at this table." I smiled at him.

"You're extra cheerful." Then he studies my face a bit and whispered. "You finally got laid!"

"Seriously Happy." I looked away I could feel my face turned slightly red. It was like Kip asking me if I had sex. The first time he did that to me I just about died.

"I knew it. You two are both too happy today." He laughed slightly. As much as Happy laughs, "that's fine because I did too." I rolled my eyes as I felt Juice's hand move to my right thigh. I looked over at him. He was busy talking to Chibs who was sitting across from him.

Dinner finished up without any more talk of my sex life with Juice. I was clearing off the table and I heard the name Ima pop up in a conversation between Jax and Juice. I didn't want to seem like I was listening so I continued to clear and eavesdrop at the same time.

"We need to go and talk to her. I heard from Luann that Ima wants to press charges against her, because she hasn't been able to work."

"She deserved it we all saw it. Ima is the one who initiated it." Juice responded.

"Yes but she is also the one with the marks on her face. Luann said it was something about how she couldn't make any money. So she is either going to try to use blackmail or report her. I am also sure it's because she isn't getting her way with you." Jax said

I looked at them, "Let her." They both looked back at me, I am pretty sure they were so engulfed in their conversation they had no clue I had been standing there. "Let her go to the police. There are plenty of people who were there. I have an amazing lawyer friend who would turn the charges around to her. Plus I would never let her blackmail you guys or me for that matter. What should happen is she should know her place and be run out of town." I was getting angry. I could feel the fire burning inside of me. I picked up the dishes I was collecting and brought them into the kitchen. "I will be right back to help with those, I just need to make a phone call."

"Alright, sweetheart." Gemma smiled

I walked out to the front of the house where I knew I would have a little bit more privacy. I couldn't believe I still remembered his phone number. It has been at least five years since I had called him and even longer since I had seen him. It rang, and rang then finally his voice was on the other line.

"Hello?" His voice sounded the same as it did all those years ago.

"Hi Matty," I said quietly

"Ky?" I could hear confusion and surprise in his voice.

"Yeah it's me."

"You're calling from a California number, are you back?"

"I am, I have been for about a month. It's a long story which I am more than willing to tell you but I need your help."

"Of course you need something. Couldn't you just call to shoot the shit?" He asked

"Come on, cut me some slack when is the last time I asked you for help? And I am willing to pay you for your time." If things hadn't changed money always talked to Matt. That is why he became a lawyer, he loved money and power. I think he liked that he could be the person who either made or broke a person's fate.

"Ky…I don't know."

"Come on," I whined slightly knowing how it worked in the past with him.

"Fuck, am I going to regret this?" He asked like he's regretted helping me in the past. I guess I may have broken his sweet heart but I was 17 for God's sake. I suppose looking back at it all, I was probably not the most gentle with his feelings because I knew he would always be there. He was too good for me is what I always thought.

"No, I just need you to help me get out of some possible assault charges."

"WHAT?" his voice raised.

"It was actually more self-defense. I can't help that Kip trained me well and I can defend myself. I know how amazing of a lawyer you are so I thought I would see if you could help me."

"You know flattery gets you everywhere with me." He joked. "Have you been charged yet?"

"No, but she is threatening and sounds like blackmail might be involved as well."

"Alright. You are lucky you caught me on a week where I don't have a case. When do you need me out there…by the way where is there?"

I laughed, "I'm in Charming. It's about 50 miles for Oakland. Are you still in San Diego?"

"I am. I'll catch the next flight to Lodi." I could hear him typing on his computer.

"Will you let me pay for your flight?" I asked him.

"It's not that big of a deal. It will be nice to catch up with you and Kip." Shite I hadn't told him about Kip.

"About Kip…"I paused trying to think about how to tell him. "He was killed about 5 months ago. I only made back just in time for his funeral."

"Fuck Ky, I am sorry. I wish I would have known I would have been there."

"I know Matt. Let me know when you get a flight. I'll meet you at the airport."

"Alright, I will see you soon then. Bye Ky." I could hear his smile through the phone.

"Bye Matt." I hung up my phone and turned around to go back inside. Juice was lounging in the door way. I smiled at him. "My lawyer will be here this week."

"Should I be jealous of your lawyer?" He asked me jokingly. Truth was he probably would be. Matt had been my first, he was one of Kips closest friends growing up. I thought he was attractive and had a huge crush on him when I was younger. When I turned from awkward kid to attractive perky breast teenager he started to pay attention to me. Kip was not happy but we happened and that was about it. Our "relationship" if that is what you wanted to call lasted about 5 months before Kip lost his shit on Matt. We saw each other a few times after that, he was really just too sweet and wonderful for me at that point in my life. I wanted to travel and explore the world and he was going to law school. We just grew apart, Matt and Kip never spoke again.

"You would have if I didn't love you. But I only have eyes for you." I said sappily. Juice was much more my type. Acted all hard ass around his friends but was really a marshmallow. He made me feel loved and protected.

"Good I wouldn't want to end up in jail for killing someone. However I would look forward to the conjugal visits." He winked at me as he pulled me back into the house.

I helped Gemma and Tara with what was left of the dishes. I told them about Ima's bitch move that she is making and Matt coming to town to help out. Gemma insisted I used her lawyer but I was sure I wanted Matt to take care of everything. I trusted him but of course I didn't tell Gemma I didn't trust her lawyer. I just told her I wanted Matt to take care of it. The rest of the evening went well and it was quite uneventful. Juice and I ended up leaving a few hours after dinner. I was getting tired, the lack of sleep caught up to me.

I loved riding with Juice on his bike. Nothing gave me as much pleasure, well other then maybe being in bed with him. I thought about the first time I rode behind him, it seemed like a life time ago. When we got to my house I was sad I had to get off of the bike. I was relaxed and ready to go longer.

"Let's go for a ride tomorrow." I suggested.

"I think we can do that." He turned taking off his helmet and putting it on the bike. "So there is something else I want to talk to you about." He looked serious.

"Sure, let's go in first?"

We got inside and I was feeling slightly nervous. I didn't know what to expect, I didn't know if I was expecting the floor to fall out from under me because everything had been going so well. I just expected badness to happen because it felt like nothing in my life went this well for long. We sat down in the living room. Juice looked at me and took a deep breath.

"I wanted to know what you thought about moving in together."

I let out a laugh, "Oh my god, Juice." Relief rushed over me, "Is that what you wanted to talk to me about?"

He looked confused, I don't think he knew how nervous I was about everything. "Yes."

"Oh shite I thought you were…going to drop so bombshell on me." I was still laughing it was almost uncontrollable.

"Is your laughing meaning you think it's a horrible idea and you don't want to move in together?" He didn't know how to take my reaction.

"No, my laughing is because I am relieved. And you are here all the time anyway, you should move in. I love being with you." I smiled and kissed his hand that was in mine.

"Shit, I thought you were going to say no."

"Now why would I have said no?" I smiled at him, "How could I resist having you in my bed and at my beacon call, whenever I want you." At that he just about jumped over the table to get at me. We christened my couch right then and there. If he lived her there was not going to be one piece of furnisher that would have seen some action at once point or another.

As I was getting redressed I grabbed my cell phone out of my pants pocket and noticed I had a missed call, from Matt. I listened to the voicemail,

Hey Ky, I have a flight into Lodi tomorrow night around 6:30pm. I am looking forward to seeing you. I wanted to tell you on the phone earlier that I missed you and I was glad you called but I think I was too shocked that you were calling after all this time. It will be nice to see your beautiful face. Alright I better go before I stick my foot in my mouth. See you tomorrow night. Oh and my flight number is 502 from San Diego.

I was looking forward to seeing Matt. I didn't know how he would fit into my new life. "Hey Juice?" I called to him, he was in the kitchen getting something to drink.

"Yeah?"

"Matt will be here tomorrow night." I relayed

"Cool, I'll go with you to get him. You can show me how nicely your car runs." He smiled.

I smiled at the fact that Juice wanted to go with me. It would be interesting when they met for the first time. I decided that Juice didn't need to know that Matt had seen me naked at any point in time. "Since there are not any places to stay, I am letting him stay here." Juice stared at me. "What? He is doing me a huge favor by coming out here and straightening things out with the Ima thing." Which was pretty much his fault anyway so he should not have cared.

"Alright. I know I am the one who shares your bed…our bed." He smiled at me.

The next day I woke up and rolled over and Juice wasn't it bed with me. I got out of bed and went to the living room where I thought he might be, nope. Then the kitchen, nope.

"Juice?" I called out. Then I noticed a letter on the counter.

You were sleeping so peacefully I didn't want to wake you up. I got a call from Clay we have a run. I don't know if I will be home or not before you go to pick up Matt. I am sorry that we are going to miss out on our ride today. I wanted nothing more than to spend time with you today. If I am not going to be home; I will call and I want you to take Phil with you to Lodi if I don't make it back. Love you, J.

That sucked. I was looking forward to going on a long motorcycle ride. Maybe finding some secluded place to spend the day alone. I sighed and wondered if life would be like this for us, Clay says jump for the club and Juice would say how high. I guess they were family before I came into his life. We both had a lot of adjusting to do, the club was all he had before I came along. My day was filled with cleaning and prepping for Matt's visit. I had to go grocery shopping; we had food but very little of it. I also started cleaning out some of my dresser drawers for Juice. I was elated at the Juice would be moving in. There wasn't a night when he was in town that he did not spend the night with me. We were just meant to be. The afternoon went by quickly and before I knew it, it was just about time to go to the airport. I decided to call Juice, the phone rang twice before he picked up.

"Hello Beautiful." I could hear talking in the background.

"Hi, are you going to be home to come with me?" I asked knowing what the answer would be no.

"I'm sorry, we are still on the run and I have already called Phil to come over to go with you. Please be safe."

"I can't say that I am not disappointed. But I get it…" I would have loved for him to scoop me in his arms at that moment and say everything would be okay and that I should come before the club.

"We should be home tonight but if not I will call."

"Alright."

"Kylee?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, be safe Juice." I say as I hang up.

As soon as I hung up I heard a motorcycle pull into the driveway. I knew it was Phil, turned off the lights in the house and went out to meet him in the driveway. He was standing next his bike when I got out there.

"Juice called and told me to go with you to Lodi." He looked nervous.

"Oh I know, I talked to him. You have awesome timing because if I sat around anymore I would have gotten pissed at him. Let's go. I want to get there early." We got into my car which Phil filled up with his girth. It took us about an hour to get to Lodi's airport, it was a lovely and peaceful drive. Phil talked a bit but for the most part he was quiet which I liked. He didn't feel the need to fill the silence with awkward conversation. I began to like him more. He was a nice guy, he reminded me of a squishy teddy bear. I parked the car and we went into the terminal to the baggage collection area. There were families meeting each other. Lots of people hugging and kissing. I wished I could have shared this time with Juice but whatever, it was what it was. I was grateful that the terminal had a pub in it, I bought Phil a drink for his troubles.

"You aren't trouble at all." He smiled at me accepting the beer.

"Yeah right, you probably had better things to do tonight. Like flirt with a croweater or such." I smirked at him.

"They don't look at me like the other guys," He confessed to me. "Probably my weight and the fact I am still a prospect. I am actually glad I got put on old lady duty; it's better than cleaning the toilets and club house after a party."

"Phil, the croweaters don't know what they are missing with you." I smiled at him as I took a drink of my beer. It was so refreshing and very much needed. "It sucks that you have to do the grunt work right now. At least one day you'll be able to reap the benefits of the club. My brother never got to." I thought about Kip and how I would give pretty much anything to be able to tell him I loved him and appreciated everything he did for me while we were growing up. I looked at my cell phone and I had a missed call from Juice. He left a voicemail:

Hi love. I wanted to let you know that we will be home tonight but it will be pretty late. Will you leave the door unlocked for me? I hope Filthy Phil is behaving himself with you. Thanks for being so understanding, you're amazing. I love you. Drive home safe.

I smiled at Juice's message. I couldn't understand why he was worried about my driving. I had been driving since I was 15…granted some of that driving was on the opposite side of the road it was now. My car handled marvelously and I wasn't too worried about it. I looked at my cell phone and saw the time….

"Fuck. Finish your beer, Matt's flight should be in." I downed what was left of my beer and jumped up. Phil finished his and followed me out of the pub to the baggage claim for Matt's flight. Just as the bags started to come down the caver belt I saw him. Matt looked exactly the same as I remembered maybe just a bit older. He still had his beard stubble that was darkening with age, his blonde hair was more of a golden brown now. I could tell when he spotted me standing there staring at him. I ran to him… "Matty!" I jumped into his arms he stood a least 6 feet. He swung me around in a circle.

"Oh Ky, you are a sight for sore eyes. You are more beautiful than I remember." He smiled at me as he sat me down on the ground again.

"Thanks. You don't look bad yourself." I smiled back as we turned to get his bags.

"What do your bags look like?" Phil asked Matt.

"Um…" he looked at me, I shook my head.

"Phil, its fine Matt can get his own bags." I wanted to pat him on the head like I would a kid. Then waved him off for a second.

I walked up to the belt where Matt was waiting for his bags to come back around. "So is that guy your boyfriend?" Matt asked completely serious.

I had to laugh, "Really? Are you serious? I thought you knew me better Matt. He is not my boyfriend; that is Phil he is a prospect of the motorcycle club, Juice is a member of. Wanted to make sure I made it here and home okay."

"Ah a babysitter. And what sort of name is Juice?"

"A nickname fool!" I bit back at him, no need in making fun of my boyfriend already. "Ass." I pushed him. It was like we hadn't ever parted ways, he was the same. "Have you not matured at all?"

"Oh you know me…I save up all my immaturity for those who I love the best." He joked with me as he grabbed his bag off of the conveyer belt.

We caught up some on the ride home. Matt was working for a firm in San Diego mostly defending people who were in accidents of some way or another. Some of the people he defended sounded like shysters. I told him all about what happened with Northern Ireland, Juice and Kip. He wanted to go pay his respects at Kip's grave. Which we would to the next day. We got back to my house around 8 pm, Juice was still not home. I released Phil from his "old lady" duty. He was a nice guy. I thought to myself.

"Are you hungry," I asked Matt after I showed him to the room he would be staying in.

"Nah, I ate before my flight but I will take a beer if you have one."

"Who do you think you're talking to?" I asked him. "Of course I have beer"

We talked into the night, we just fell back into the way things were prior to going our separate ways. Matt was still single, he said he was holding out for the right girl to come along or the girl to realize that he was the right guy for her. I knew he was talking about me.

"Well I think we should call it a night." I stood up and collected our beer bottles as I heard Juice's Harley pull into the driveway. I smiled happily. "Juice is home."

"Don't think I can get past his name." Matt smiled at me.

Juice walked into the house just as I dumped all the bottles into the recycling. He smiled widely at me and pulled me into his arms.

"Hello." He kissed me passionately. "How was the drive to Lodi?"

"It was good, Matt's in the living room if you want meet him." I took his hand and pulled him into the living room where Matt was lounging on the couch. He looked up at us then stood up quickly.

"Hey man, it's nice to meet you, I'm Matt." He offered his hand to Juice to shake. Juice in turn took and shake Matt's hand.

"Nice to meet you too. I really appreciate you coming out to help out with Ima."

"Slut" I coughed. The both looked at me. "What?!"

"Did you just slut cough?" Matt asked me.

"What I would never do such a thing." I smirked.

"You know you never told me the whole story about why she is trying to get you arrested," Matt questioned. I could tell that Juice was uncomfortable by the shift of his weight next me.

"Not tonight Matt." I was not in the mood to tell the Ima story when all I really wanted to do was curl up in bed with Juice. "I am going to go to bed, are you going to join me?" I asked Juice.

"Yeah, I'll be in, in a minute." He walked towards the kitchen, most likely to put his cut out there.

"Not really your normal type." Matt whispered to me as we walked towards the bedrooms.

"And what type is that?" I asked him as he stood in the door way of the guest room. He just smiled at me and shut the door. I knew he meant himself. If you asked me him and Liam somewhat resembled each other. Tall, green eyes, golden brown hair, and lanky bodies. Juice was nothing like them in looks. I walked into my room and closed the door so I could put on my pajamas. Juice walked in as I was top less.

"Now that is good timing." He smirked as he closed the door behind him and quickly took the few steps to me. He stared at me with longing in his eyes. "I missed you today." He said as he ran his hand down my arm which gave me chills. He then kissed my collar bone.

"I missed you, nothing better than waking up and realizing your wonderful day was not going to be filled with cleaning and boredom." I pouted.

"Oh I can make up for that." He led me towards the bed.

"Juice, we can't." I felt shy with Matt in the house. I didn't want him to know about my sex life too. It was enough that all of the Samcro knew about it.

"Why not?" He questioned.

"We have a house guest and we are not quiet." He looked at me with defeat.

"Alright but when he is out of the house, I am going to ravage you." He pulled me close to him.

"Is that a promise?" I nipped at his collar bone. He moaned.

"It's a promise."

The next morning I woke up to a loud knock at the door. I turned over and Juice was awoken by it too. He grabbed his gun from the night stand. I shook my head at him, as I crawled out of bed. I figured it was one of the club members. I opened the door and saw the Sheriff Hale standing there. I had met him a few times in passing, mostly out in about in the city with Gemma or Tara. As soon as I saw him I knew why he was there. Ima made her decision. Fucking BITCH, I thought. Juice walked out up to the door.

"To what do we owe the honor?" Juice looked at Hale suspiciously.

"I am sorry to wake you guys but I have a warrant for Kylee's arrest for assult."

"You have to be fucking kidding me." Juice spit.

"Stop Juice. We knew this was going to happen. Go wake up Matt and meet us down at the station." I looked at Sheriff Hale, "Do you need to cuff me?"

"Not if you promise to behave."

"Can I please change my clothes?" I looked down at my short shorts, and tank top.

"Go ahead." It was quite nice of him to allow me to do that. I quickly changed and walked back out to the living room where Juice was trying to convince Hale not to take me to jail. He was pretty much telling him what happened. "I have to follow protocol. Sorry Juice."

I got a little teary eye when I thought about having a mug shot. I had never been in trouble with the law, even if my significant others had been. I always kept clear until now.