Three weeks had gone by with no douche bag sightings, and it was putting everyone, especially Juice, on edge. He'd finally been able to be with her, the way he wanted, and he'd be damned if this piece of crap was going to do anything to separate Lacey from him.
Juice woke up with Lacey in his arms, her hair covering her face. He smiled down at her reliving the night before. Between work for the club and runs, last night had been the night they had finally consummated their relationship, it was slightly awkward at first, when he realized she was a virgin, but after her assuring him it was what she wanted, it had been perfect. He smiled, thinking about kissing her soft skin, her lips grazing his chest as her nails dug into his back, the way she'd whispered his name, the way she'd felt around him. It was enough to make him want to wake her up and go for another round
He looked at the clock by the bed and carefully got out of bed, wanting to let Lacey sleep a few more minutes, getting dressed and went into the kitchen to make coffee. He looked into the living room, narrowing his eyes when he saw a disc sitting on the coffee table, a disc he knew he didn't leave there.
He picked it up, reading the sticky note on the front of the case.
'Just remember, I taught her everything she knows'
Juice's blood ran cold as he pulled his gun went through the apartment, clearing every possible nook and cranny that the douche bag could be hiding. After he was satisfied that he wasn't there, he opened the cd case, putting it into his computer, and taking it on the back porch where he could make sure Lacey wouldn't hear whatever was on it.
"Please… I don't want to do this." An 18 year old Lacey pleaded while sitting on the edge of a bed clad only in lingerie, her eyes full of tears. Her arms and legs were dotted with bruises and she was chewing her bottom lip so hard, it looked like she might bite clean through it.
"You have to learn how to please your husband sweetie… It's in the bible." Scott said from off camera before walking on, sitting next to her and rubbing her back. "Just relax, and do just like the girl in the movie." He told her, kissing her neck gently. "I promised you I wouldn't have sex with you until our wedding night, and I meant it, but I need release in the mean time."
Lacey jerked away from him, tears spilling down her face as she begged and screamed, "No, I don't want to be your wife, I don't want to do this! Release yourself!" Scott grabbed her by her face pulling it close to his.
"You'll do what I tell you to, I feed you, I clothe you, I keep you safe, and you will obey me!" Scott screamed in her face. Judging by the glazed look in her eyes, this wasn't the first time he'd lost control with her. Scott backhanded her, Lacey's whole body jerking from the attack, and then threw her on the floor, yanking her onto her knees and holding her face with one hand while unzipping his pants with the other. "Now, just like the movie, sweetheart." He said in a deathly calm voice, ignoring Lacey's hysterical sobbing.
Juice had seen enough, and pulled the DVD out of his laptop, stomping it until he was satisfied that the shards of DVD would never be able to be seen again, before sweeping it off the balcony, sending it raining down on the parking lot below. He stormed into the apartment, taking a few deep breaths before going in the bedroom, and shaking Lacey gently awake. "Baby, you gotta get up." He whispered. When she opened her eyes and looked up at him with a sleepy smile, he smiled in spite of the anger inside him. "We gotta get up to the clubhouse, get dressed." He told her as gently as he could, though all he wanted to do was throw her over his shoulder and carry up there right then.
"Clubhouse?" She said groggily, getting out of the bed slowly and pulling on her clothes from the night before. "I have to go to work in a couple hours." She reminded him. "Let me go run over to my place and get some clean stuff to put on."
"No, we don't have time for that, and call in sick to work today, OK?" He pleaded with her, grabbing her hand as soon as she had her jeans buttoned, pulling her out of the apartment.
She stopped and stared at him. "What's wrong? What's going on?" She asked him, her face marred with fear.
"It's…" He started, not sure what to tell her, the douche bag had been in the apartment with them, and he hadn't even known it. How did he tell her something like that? "I think the douche bag might be in Charming, I need to talk to the club." He decided on. It wasn't the complete truth, but it wasn't a lie either.
"Oh." Lacey said quietly, and though her face gave no indication of fear, her trembling hand in his suggested otherwise. She followed him to his bike, and they rode up to the clubhouse, each imagining terrible things in their heads.
As soon as they got into the clubhouse, Juice grabbed Miles and Phil. "Stay with her, I don't care what anyone else has you doing, you have eyes on her at all times, got it?" He told them, no trace of the light hearted tone he usually took with them in his voice. Both prospects nodded, flanking Lacey and sitting on either side of her in a booth she had taken up residence in.
Juice went to Clay, who was still drinking his morning coffee, telling him they needed to meet. "Alright, I'll get the guys in here in a minute." Clay told him, taking another sip of his coffee.
"No, not in a minute. Now." Juice told him, staring Clay down.
Clay's eyebrows knitted together in confusion. The Retard might have been a lot of things, but he had never told his President what to do before. "Alright, this better be worth it." Clay said. "Anyone with a patch in the chapel!" Clay called. Tig went outside to round up the few that had started working, and Kozik went down the dorm room hallway, banging on them to wake up the ones that were still sleeping off the drinks from the previous night.
Once everyone was in the clubhouse, they walked into the Chapel, stopping dead in their tracks when they saw the table. In front of every chair, save Juice's, there was a manila envelope with their names on it, in the exact places they sat. "What the fuck is this?" Clay asked Juice, who was so close to exploding from anger, he was shaking.
"I'm not positive, but I've got an idea." He told him. The club went into the Chapel, opening their envelopes and sitting down, with identical faces of rage.
They all had a picture of them with Lacey during one of their shifts shadowing her. Jax sleeping on her couch, Lacey and Clay talking outside of Teller-Morrow, Opie and Lacey playing with Kenny and Ellie on the playground, Chibs smoking a cigarette outside while Lacey was in the store. When Piney opened his, he immediately dropped it face down on the table, taking a joint out of his shirt pocket and lighting it up. Clay looked through the pictures, passing them around, and picked up Piney's dropping it back down on the table in the same manner Piney did. "I didn't need to see that shit… ever." Clay said, rubbing his temples.
After looking through the rest of the pictures, Juice finally picked up Piney's. It was a picture of Juice and Lacey in Juice's bedroom in the middle of their first night of sex. Juice was kissing Lacey's neck, and she had her head thrown back, her eyes closed, with a small smile on her lips. Juice had seen enough bullshit, and punched the wall, and would have continued his assault on it, had Chibs not pulled him away and sat him down. After the chaos settled down, Clay stared at the club members, who were looking at him expectantly.
"How in the hell, did this fucker get into our clubhouse and how in the hell did he get close enough to all of us to get these pictures?" Clay asked them.
"All of the pictures are us not paying attention, letting our guard down." Jax pointed out. "He wants us to know he knows our weaknesses."
"And he wanted to permanently scar me." Piney said gruffly.
"Last night was the first time…" Juice tried to explain. "That's not helping is it?" He asked Piney.
"No." Piney told him. "Do you know how much Patron you're going to have to buy me to get that image out of my head?"
Juice looked over at the picture again, and something dawned on him. "That's not taken from a window, that's from the bedroom door." He said, even angrier with himself.
"You let that fucker get into the apartment with you and you didn't notice?" Jax asked him, raising his voice.
"So did you!" Juice reminded him. "At least I was in the same room with her. Chibs left her alone in a store, and Koz was so busy chatting up the receptionist at her work she wasn't even in the fucking frame she'd gotten so far away!"
"Hey, if something happened I would've noticed, he could have shot you in the fucking back before you knew anything was up!" Kozik defended himself.
"All of you are fucking worthless, I trust my daughter with you and you let this shit happen!" Piney yelled across the table. The Sons started arguing amongst themselves, each one blaming the other for their mistakes. Finally Opie stood up and bellowed "ENOUGH!" The Sons stared at their normally quiet brother, and he continued, "This is what he wants! He wants us to be so busy tearing each other apart we forget about the most important thing! He is in Charming, he's close enough to grab her, so why hasn't he?"
The Sons sat in silence, pondering that question when Tig realized something. "Why didn't Juice get a picture?"
"Oh I got a home delivery." Juice told him. "DVD with director's commentary."
"Of what?" Piney asked him.
"You don't want to know. Trust me." Juice warned him.
"I just had to come to terms with the fact that the retard is fucking my daughter, trust me, it can't get worse." Piney argued.
"Yes… it can." Juice corrected.
"Just tell us!" Opie yelled at him, tired of watching their back and forth.
"It was him and her, and he was teaching her how to…. Give him release." Juice spat out, feeling the bile come up his throat as he thought about it. "Looked like it was done 5 or 6 years ago."
"Son of a bitch!" Piney yelled, throwing an ashtray at the wall.
"I think we need to talk to Lacey about this shit, she knows this guy better than any of us, maybe she knows why he's fucking with us." Juice reasoned.
"No, we can't tell her about this, it'll kill her, she's fragile enough as it is." Piney said.
Juice laughed humorlessly before looking Piney in the eye. "That's the problem she has with you man, she's not some doll that's just gonna break if you drop her. She's tougher than you think and keeping her in the dark with this shit is what's gonna kill her."
Piney stared at him, narrowing his eyes at the asshole who dared tell him how to handle his daughter. "So you don't think seeing all this shit will bother her at all?"
"Of course it will, but she can handle it. What she can't handle is all the secrecy; she can't handle not knowing what's going on when it affects her." Juice told him. Normally, he wouldn't dare go toe to toe with Piney, even before Lacey came into the picture. Today, he was so angry, and scared for Lacey he would punch Piney in the face if he thought it would help her.
Piney looked at Clay for guidance and Clay sighed, sitting back in his chair. "He's got a point Piney, if anyone knows what this sneaky bastard is thinking, it would be her, and she does have a right to know just how dangerous this guy has become."
"Fine." Piney grumbled. "Let's talk to her then."
Tig went out into the clubhouse and brought Lacey into the chapel. Juice stood up, giving her his seat, putting his hands on her shoulders as she looked between the men, confused. Clay passed her the pictures to her telling her they were left in the chapel, and she looked through them slowly, her heart feeling like it was in a vice. "I…" She began her voice breaking as she looked at the men. "I'm so sorry." She told them, wiping her face with her hands, hoping no traitorous tears fell.
The Sons looked at each other in confusion, before Opie told her. "You don't have anything to be sorry about, we're not mad."
"At you." Piney added, well aware that he was in fact very mad at the douche bag.
"We wanted to know if you have any idea why he's doing this. If he got this close so many times, why didn't he try to just snatch you?" Jax asked her.
Lacey chewed her bottom lip, comforted by the feeling of Juice running hand through her hair, the other firmly holding her shoulder. "He used to say that fear is the most powerful emotion, and that as scared as I was being with him, being away from him would be ten times worse. He said it would be so bad, that I would beg to go back with him." She looked down at the table, tracing the wood grain with her finger. "When I would tell him that my Dad would find me, he told me if he other did, he'd make him wish he didn't, that when he was through with him, he'd be handing back with a bow on top."
"Well he was fucking wrong." Piney told her.
"So we've got psychological warfare on our hands? I can work with that." Happy said. If this fucker wanted to try to scare them, he'd show him what true fear was.
"He thinks he's smarter than us… than me. I think he also wants me to see that. No matter what you do, he'll always be one step ahead." Lacey said.
"I'm tearing apart every inch of this damn town until I find him." Opie said matter-of-factly, staring at the table.
"I'll call Tacoma and Indian Hills, get them down here to help." Clay told him. "While we're doing it, you get her out of town." He said, pointing at Juice.
"What if we're followed?" Juice asked him.
"I didn't get this old being stupid. We set up some decoys, confuse the bastard so much he doesn't know which way is up. After we're sure none of the decoys are followed, we get her ass out of town, and we go through this place with a fine tooth comb, I'm tired of this guy being a pain in our collective asses. He thinks he can threaten someone we love and get away with it? He's about to get a wake up call."
A/N- PLEASE PLEASE REVIEW, I READ EVERY SINGLE ONE AND REALLY APPRECIATE ANY FEEDBACK I GET TO HELP ME SHAPE THE STORY.
