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Chapter fourteen
The Spanish inquisition

Pulling up to the club house Kelly felt relieved, most of the bikes were not parked outside. Maybe it was easier for her to confront Clay without the idea of everyone hearing her, and then she kept getting a sinking sensation that was making it harder for her to get out of the car.

Opening the door, her eyes went to the motor shop, part hoping Gemma would intervene, but closing and locking the car leaving her with more dread. So Kelly walked passed heading straight for the club house, only the other prospects doing what they did best. "Hey…" She felt her voice not quite up to its normal self.

"Guess you're not dead," Phil looked up from the bar holding a rag, he studied her over a few seconds before going back to his work. He knew that prospects stuck together, he was as surprised as anyone when a female was aloud.

Kelly inhaled, "Nope, alive and kicking." She brushed her hand along the bar, "Clay here?" She asked quickly looking around the club house; she tried to keep her cool.

Phil titled his head towards the rooms, "Him and his old lady went in there about thirty minutes ago." He seemed to have a tone in his voice that was equal parts scared, and respectful.

"That old lady is my aunt, and I think I can wait." Sitting on a bar stool she brushed a hand into her hair pushing it back, her eyes trying to avoid looking towards the rooms. "So I miss anything good?"

"Not much, shit hitting fan, gun problems…" Phil placed the rag down again, "I guess Clay's going to want to see you after what you saw." He dropped his voice thinking he was saying something he shouldn't.

"It's why I'm here…" Kelly lent forward whispering too, her hands holding onto the surface looking over the other side of the bar, then up to Phil again. "Also you missed a spot." She joked taking a bottle of beer. "I guess I'll be facing them both today." She sat back up opening the bottle taking a sip.

"Yeah, well everyone has just been wondering where you was staying." Phil took a bottle for himself; he knew he'd done his fair share of work, now moving out of the bar to sit with Kelly. "Where were you?"

"A friends." Her words blunt placing the bottle down, "It's doesn't really matter, I'm only here to talk to Clay, then I have stuff to deal with." Her head turned to the sound of a door opening with Clay and Gemma walking out laughing.

"Speak of the devil," Clay joked seeing Kelly sitting at the bar, "As I told you, she's just fine." He kissed Gemma's cheek, he knew she wanted to have her words, but he wasn't going to wait longer to speak to Kelly. "I think you know what we have to talk about." His attention was going from Gemma to Kelly and back again. He gave Gemma the smile, "You can have her when I'm finished with her."

"I'll be in my office," Gemma said as she passed Kelly, her voice didn't sound as angry as Kelly would thought it would be, but then Kelly knew Gemma very well.

Getting to her feet Kelly nodded, "As soon as I am done here." Walking towards Clay, he was holding the chapel door open for her, "If I still have a pulse." Her voice was trying hard to keep its confidence.

Closing the door behind himself Clay watched Kelly; he sat down in his chair seeing she kept standing. "First, you scared the shit out of Gemma, no call or anything." He exhaled, "For all we know, someone might have silenced you."

"Well as you can see, I am clearly alive." Kelly knew her sassy tone wasn't good, but it was her defence mechanism. "Sorry, rough few days." She quickly added trying to remember he wasn't her uncle right now, but the president of the MC.

"I had to get the uncle thing out the way," He pointed to a chair, "Sit." His tone changed, it was now business, and Clay took his serious. "I know what you saw, and you should know that cops are looking for you." He picked up a cigar lighting it. "You were the only witness."

"I kinda guessed that part," Kelly placed her hands on the table; she knew the feeling in her stomach wasn't going to go any time soon. "But I have to know, did you know this was going to happen?" That question had been eating away at her, if she didn't ask it would haunt her for a longer time.

Clay watched Kelly, "No, I didn't know, but I can only assume it's been building up since our truce with the Mayans." He flicked ash off the tip of the cigar, "But right now I need you to know I never set this up for you to get hurt." Kelly didn't know how to feel, he was using the tone he used when she fell off her bicycle when she was little, and she knew deep inside it was hard for her not to believe him. "So what is best, if anyone, I mean anyone asks you about it, you don't know anything."

"I don't," Kelly cleared her throat, "I'm not the type to say shit to anyone." Getting to her feet she looked over Clay, "But whatever is going down, if you need me, I'm there." She watched Clay carefully, she knew this was how she was going to get out of cleaning jobs, and she wanted to be the real deal.

Clay nodded, "I guess your aunt will want to talk to you now." He said avoiding answering her statement, in all of this he was hoping what Kelly saw would frighten her away, not spur her one. "She's going to ask where you was staying."

"Where I am staying, and I'm staying with a friend." Her voice was casual, tapping the table, "I'll go see Gemma, and then pick up a few more of my things."

Clay nodded, "Be good." He joked watching her leave, he exhaled smoke trying to think, and it seemed it was going to take a lot more to scare this girl.

Opie and Tigs pulled up as Kelly walked out of the club house, both men looking at each other. "I knew she'd return." Tigs joked watching her get closer to them. "Miss me?" He asked her as he turned off his bike in unison with Opie.

Rolling her eyes Kelly tried to keep a straight face, "You got me Tigs, see I tried to run, I did." She placed a hand to her chest, "But I just can't resist your creepy charm." Her tone was clearly being sarcastic. "I needed to clean some stuff up on my own."

"You still taking Ellie out tomorrow?" Opie asked, he hadn't told Ellie about Kelly going missing; he didn't worry his kids with anything. "She's been bugging me for days." He lied keeping a good poker face.

Kelly smiled, "I wouldn't let her down for the world." She placed her hand into her pocket taking out a smoke, "I couldn't let that girl down."

"Good," Opie got off his bike, "But just next time you go AWOL, let someone know where you're disappearing to." He lightly brushed a hand against her shoulder.

Kelly nodded, "I'm staying with a friend, and I am perfectly safe there."

"By friend, this is a woman that I can try and use my charm on?" Tigs asked with a dirty grin on his face, he started to walk towards the club house.

Kelly laughed, "No, I don't think my friend would be much use to you, but then I do sense some you might be Bi curious."

Tigs froze, "You got a boyfriend then?" His tone was somewhere between serious and kidding.

Kelly shook her head, "I don't have a boyfriend…" She sighed looking to the office, "Plus I am going to face Gemma and deal with more stuff, so I'll see you later." Her attention going back to Opie, "I'll see you tomorrow if I don't see you later." Turning her back on them Kelly opened the door to the office.

Gemma glanced up from her paperwork to see Kelly, "So what have you to say for yourself?" Her tone was calm, a very scary calm.

"I love…" Her voice soft, she was still holding the unlit cigarette, "And I'm sorry I didn't call." She added for good measure.

Gemma rolled her eyes, "You should be sorry," Getting to her feet she walked over to Kelly pulling her into her arms. "I didn't like it when all I could think of was the worse, I don't want you doing that again, you hear me?"

"Yes, but I am staying with a friend, I am perfectly safe, ish."

Gemma raised her eyebrow, "Well, are you going to be coming home?" She asked trying to work out where she was staying just by looking at her.

"Some point…" Kelly knew the look on Gemma's face, the fact she knew how much Gemma needed to know all the facts. Plus even if both sisters hated each other, Kelly's mother wasn't much different than Gemma, just that where Gemma cared about family, Kelly's mother didn't care at all. "I just thought I'd give you and Clay some space."

"Right, so you're not avoiding me?" Gemma asked placing a hand on her hip, then gave the look that was hard to lie to.

Kelly exhaled, "I was, but now I just have to try and branch out, get my own place, not live with parental figures."

Gemma paused before saying what she wanted to say, "You see me as a parental figure?"

"Well, you were practically my mom when I was little." Kelly replied, "But anyway, I would love to stay, but I have so much to do, so I'll see you tomorrow after I take Ellie out."

"Okay, if you're picking more stuff up, I did a load of your washing; it's in the hamper in the laundry room." Gemma kissed Kelly's forehead, "I'll see you tomorrow."

"I'll see you too." Kelly felt better leaving the office; she lit up her smoke feeling like someone was watching her, but put it down to paranoia.

Opening the door carefully Juice could hear the music from down the hall; it had been a long day for him. Even if he didn't work the regular nine to five, it was still a long day involving going back and forth.

But coming home felt good, the hallway had been cleaned and he couldn't wait to walk into the living room. He spent most of the day thinking of what he would do when he got home.

Kelly had finished cleaning a while ago, her long hair pulled up into a messy bun, she wore an old T-shirt of Juice's and the same shorts she wore to sleep.

Standing in the doorway, Juice watched as Kelly danced along to a song he'd normally avoid listening to. But as Kelly playfully moved around, he couldn't help but smile, fact was he didn't see Kelly as someone he just had sex with. He'd played the field, it was fun, but now it was getting to the time to find something more than casual sex.

Turning around Kelly jumped letting out a small scream, which sounded more like a squeak. "Shit you scared me." Kelly brushed her hands down herself, "I wasn't expecting you back so soon." She composed herself, but for some reason something felt odd. "Do I have something on my face?"

"No, just." Juice smiled, "You look good in that." He pointed out the SAMCRO T-shirt, it was old, had a few burn holes here and there.

Kelly laughed, "Well I didn't want to mess my clothes up." She turned the music down, for a few seconds watched Juice watching her. "But seriously, why you staring at me like that?"

"Nothing," Juice moved from the doorframe to stand in front of her, he brushed some of her hair behind her ear looking down into her eyes. "I've been thinking of you a lot." He added feeling nervous; it was strange for him to be nervous of someone else's feelings.

"Really now," Kelly smiled brushing her hands up his chest, she could feel his hands around her waist holding her still, but she couldn't help but know where this was heading. "So, I guess you had a good reason to rush home…" Her voice trailed off.

Juice felt his eyes going over her face, "Well I know you came to the club house, I also know that you are telling everyone you're staying with a friend." He kissed her forehead lightly, "Also, happy no one has suspected anything."

"Well of cause they won't, unless you say something." Kelly didn't have an idea what was going on, her hands going to her sides taking a step back. "But right now, I am seriously confused."

"I've been thinking it over, and I know when we first started you said it was just sex," Juice let out a breath, "But now I don't see it like that, I see it as we're more than that and you can't deny you feel it to." He felt his hands reaching out, scared of her reaction. "I just want to know why you insist on sleeping on the couch."

Kelly inhaled, she wanted to run, but even her feet weren't listening to her brain, "I'm not good when it comes to anything remotely relationship territory, and I'm not good when it comes to them either." Her voice felt rough in her throat, and Kelly knew that all she feared would go wrong with what was going to happen.

Juice kept a straight face, "If it makes you feel any better, I'm not much of a relationship guy, I've never really saw the point, but since everything with Jax and Tara, it's made me think."

Kelly took another step back, "I don't want that." Her voice sharp, "Tara and Jax are amazing, but I don't need a man in my life to be a hero, I just don't know what I want and it's the scariest thing is losing you because I don't know."

Juice wanted to laugh, he kept it to himself, but broke into a grin, "Kelly, right now I'm not asking us to get married and have kids, I just want to know that I can say that I like you, and it's not just the sex." He lent forward kissing her, the kiss that started off slow but grew in passion.

Fluttering her eyes closed, Kelly felt some sort of relief, kissing back her hands worked up the back of his shirt, feeling her fingernails lightly drag along his skin. His reaction was immediate; Kelly felt his hands grabbing at her ass pulling her in tighter.

Juice wanted to feel her, lifting her up, her legs wrapping around him, feeling her kisses moving down his neck. He used this time to walk to the bedroom, he didn't care where they had sex, but he wanted to make a point to her.

With each kiss Kelly knew she couldn't turn back now, she wasn't going to be able to turn it off either. Spending so long trying her hardest to stop her feelings, it was just easier to let it happen. Lying on her back, eyes closed with Juice kissing up her calf, moving up her body taking of the shorts, shortly followed with the T-shirt thrown on the bedroom floor.

Eyes meeting eyes, Juice knew he could get used to looking into one set of eyes, her pupils dilated from excitement, his hand taking out the messy bun watching her hair full free, he felt how soft it was between his fingers. "One night…" He whispered feeling her fingerings playing under his shirt pulling it off.

"One night what?" Kelly asked, her hands playing with the buckle of his jeans helping him take them off too.

Juice brushed his hands up her thighs, lying above her, he knew he wasn't going to ruin the moment, he couldn't. "Stay in the bed, with me for one night." He brushed his face into her hair, lightly kissing her shoulder.

Closing her eyes Kelly took in the sensation of his lips moving down her collarbone, her breathing getting heavier with each movement. "More than one night." She whispered feeling him stop, her eyes opened to see him smiling. "I want this to work, I do." Her voice was soft, his hands moving to her hair again.

Breaking into a bigger smile, Juice laughed, "Me too…" He kissed her again.

Kelly feeling her stomach knot, even if they both felt the same, she had only one hope of this not blowing up in their faces, and that was making sure they could keep this a secret as long as possible.