Juice spent the day talking to Weston then staking out Zobelle's cigar shop. Things were a bit tense given the Mayans MC were helping Zobelle. Juice had been tasked with Watch duty and had been left with a couple of the Nomads.
Shit was pretty tense there given the Mayans were big rivals of SAMCRO but so long as they kept to their side of the street things would be ok.
The more Juice watched Zobelle through the window the angrier he got. This was the guy who put an order out on his girlfriend. Who threatened her continuously after, with rape. What sort of guy does that. Not that he even committed the act on Gemma but he ordered it.
God as soon as they got their hands on these guys and their crew they were dead.
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Roxy was keeping herself busy round the clubhouse, helping out where possible, to keep her mind off the guys. She didn't know the details of whatever it was they were doing but she knew it'd be dangerous. If not physically dangerous it was definitely bound to be legally dangerous given they were currently out on bail.
Roxy had spent most of the day with Tara who was still super unsure of her place within the club. It made her uneasy being waited on by the Croweaters and Sweet Butts. Not Roxy though, she'd been used to this treatment her whole life. Given her relation to the club she had always been given a certain respect. However that respect was changing slightly now she was with Juice and on her way to becoming his Old Lady. A lot of the crow eaters liked Juice, he was known as a good lay, and although he didn't carry an office title within the club he was younger than the others and easy on the eyes so he had been hot property among them for some time. Roxy had never been a threat to the eaters or sweet butts before as she genuinely hadn't been interested in that part of club life so as a result she was off their radar. Now though she had taken a popular club member away from them and so she was receiving the cold shoulder.
Gemma, Tara and Roxy had just been given some coffee by one of the crow eaters and Gemma was schooling Tara on her place in the club.
"You too Roxy. They know your position demands respect. They're just huffy you've taken Juice away from them. But don't let em get away with pissy behaviour."
"Yeah I know. I don't really care though what they think to be honest." Roxy stirred her coffee.
"Well you should. If they see a chance they'll be all up on Juice again. Gotta remind em who's boss baby."
Roxy responded by nodding and rolling her eyes when Gemma wasn't looking. This was one of the reasons she wasn't interested in becoming an Old Lady. Club politics.
They were distracted from their conversations when one of the guys brought Chucky inside. He'd been burnt slightly and Tara had to spend some time patching him up.
Eventually the club members made their way back in and headed in for Church, Juice giving Roxy a quick kiss on the way in.
When the guys finally came out it was almost dusk and they looked ready to roll.
Roxy managed to corner Juice at his bike for a second.
She slid her arms around his neck. "What are you doing?"
"Meeting Weston and some of his guys gunna sort it out."
"Huh. Sounds ominous."
Juice had his hands on her waist and gave her a squeeze. "Yeah kinda."
"Just be careful yeah?"
"Course. Love ya." He gave her a long, slow kiss before letting go and mounting his bike. "See you later babe."
Roxy moved over to Gemma and Tara while they watched the guys ride out.
Again Roxy worried about what this would mean. 'Sorting it out' could mean any number of things with the club and Roxy just hoped that whatever happened that her guys would be back in one piece.
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It was after midnight when Roxy finally made it to Juice's dorm. She had stayed up drinking with Harley who had arrived at the clubhouse later in the evening having spent the day with her aunt.
Once again the alcohol had a good effect on Roxy and after smoking a joint she found in Juice's drawer she was finally relaxed enough to attempt going to sleep.
She had just started drifting off when she heard the boots in the hallway and Juice fumbling with his key to open the door. After a muffled good night to someone else he made his way into the room.
He didn't turn on the light, unsure if Roxy was asleep or not. He hoped to god she was awake, he needed a release after the fight, the adrenaline was still pumping through his veins after they'd been cut off early by the police.
He stripped off his clothes and placed them neatly in the hamper in the corner. He stood in his boxers, eyeing Roxy's form in the bed, whilst shifting with nervous energy. He'd been so close to actually beating the life out of one of the guys before the cops showed and effectively ended the fight. These men had threatened to violate his girl and he was more than happy to end them.
Watching Roxy's still form in his bed he decided to get in. Her hair was fanned out around her and she was wearing a pair of blue booty shorts and a singlet. He could just make it out in the light leaking in from the corridor.
Sliding in behind her, Juice placed slipped his hands under her singlet, relishing the softness of her skin.
Roxy was awake and stirred against him, inadvertently rubbing her ass against his crotch and this set him off.
With the energy still rushing over him from and the fight he flipped her over and moved himself over her.
"Juice baby, what happened?" She Was trying to elicit information about their activities that evening but he was more interested in her body right now.
"Fight." He mumbled against her neck as he lathed her with kisses.
Roxy tried to push him over so she could straddle him but he just grunted and pushed her back into the mattress and grabbed both her hands with his and pulled them above her head. He needed to be in charge tonight. Roxy just responded by pushing her hips up into his, desperate for that friction.
Juice was rough and hard, Roxy didn't mind though, with everything that had been going on the last few days, weeks, she needed this release too.
Roxy was holding on to the headboard as he took her from behind. Neither worried about the noise they were making, despite the fact her brother was in a room a few doors down. Juice bit into the back of her shoulder as he came and Roxy collapsed, panting, onto the bed.
After they'd recovered slightly Roxy rolled into Juice who was now lighting up, lying down next to her.
"So what was that about?" She questioned. Roxy loved the dominant side of Juice, but tonight he was unusually hard, almost punishing, but she'd liked it. "Not that I'm complaining."
Juice exhaled his toke. "Just an adrenaline rush I guess. Was pretty hyped up tonight."
"What went down? You guys had a fight?"
"Yeah we'd arranged it. 10 of his best against 10 of ours. Fair fight. But cops showed up and stopped us before we could finish it."
"Shit huh." Roxy snuggled in closer to him.
"Yeah. I swear we almost had em." He clenched his fist and tensed his jaw remembering just how close he was to getting that one guy. He'd admitted to being the one who took the pictures of them. Said a whole heap of nasty shit to wind Juice up. Then just as it was about to get good they were interrupted. The guy had to drag himself away.
"Why so tense?" Roxy attempted to calm him by smoothing her hand down his chest.
Juice sighed as he exhaled. "I almost had the guy who had taken the photos. Man he was sayin some rough shit about you, me, us." He fidgeted with his joint for a second. "I was so ready to kill him Rox. And I've never been that mad before."
Roxy pecked him on the cheek. "Don't let it get to you babe. They'll get what's theirs. Not tonight but it'll come."
"It better. Coz the shit he was sayin about you..." He hesitated a second, "it's best not repeated."
Roxy shuddered slightly. "Don't worry. It's done now."
"Yeah it is. No ones fucking touching you now." He turned to face her, eyes burning still. "You're mine."
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The next morning everyone woke up early to head to the station, eager to find out what was happening to Weston and Zobelle, who it turns out was also arrested last night, though Roxy was sketchy on the details of that one.
Roxy sat between Juice's outstretched legs on the hood of one of the police cruisers next to Chibs.
They shared a joint between them, with Juice occasionally planting a kiss on Roxy's shoulders, left bare by her corset style tank top. Truth be told he was feeling slightly guilty for last night. When they'd woken up in the morning Roxy was quite sore and he'd noticed the bruises he'd left on her hips, and the bite mark on the back of her shoulder. They could be rough in bed but last night they'd gotten carried away. Juice was eager to claim Roxy as his, even though he didn't need to he felt like he had to in his mind. Roxy was just wanting a distraction from the craziness the past few weeks had been. She needed to just feel something passionate and normal for once.
Roxy squeezed his thighs with her hands.
"Alright Juice?" She leaned her head back against his chest.
Juice threw the roach on the ground and nodded against her. "Yeah babe. Just tired."
Roxy snickered. "I'll bet." Needing a change in conversation she asked him something that had been bugging her since last night. It felt weird calling out Juice in the throes of passion. However she had never really called him anything other than Juice or Ortiz. Neither of which were personal. "What should I call you? Like Juice is your nickname, your club name, it's not really intimate. And I'm way too white to call you Juan Carlos all the time."
Juice let out a laugh at her attempted Spanish accent when she said his full name. "I dunno babe. Call me whatever you want."
"Jackass it is then."
Chibs, who'd been listening in on their conversation let out a laugh now. "Sounds about right lass."
Juice nudged him. "I dunno Rox. I don't mind you calling me Juan or JC or something. Whatever."
Roxy thought for a moment. "Even though JC sounds like Jay Z I can handle that."
They straightened up when Unser came out to fill them in on the latest, all joking conversations aside. The guys were not impressed with the news. Both guys were being released. However at the same time that meant they could serve them with their own style of justice.
Plans were being made with the guys so Roxy, Tara and Lyla decided to head into town to grab some stuff before heading back to the clubhouse. Poor Half Sack was tasked with baby sitting duty again. Not that he minded.
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Roxy and Gemma waited outside the grocery store for Tara to finish up. That's when he women both notices Zobelle's daughter just a few shops up.
Gemma eyed Roxy for a moment, clearly a plan forming in her head.
"Baby I gotta do this."
Roxy knew what her mum meant and nodded her head in agreeance.
"You go back to the clubhouse and run interference with the guys."
"You sure about this Ma?"
"100% baby. Little bitch has gotta pay for this. The guys are out doing their thing I gotta do mine."
"Sure. Ok I'll get one of the guys to come get me."
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One of the guys from the Tacoma charter had come to pick up Roxy and take her back from the clubhouse. She wasn't 100% sure what her Mum's plan was, but she was supportive of it. That little bitch needed to get what was coming to her.
It wasn't long before Jax and some of the others came back, looking somewhat relieved. Jax came over to the bar and slung an arm over Roxy's shoulders.
"It's done." He said, downing the shot that was poured for him.
"Really?"
"Well Weston anyways. Won't be bothering you again."
Roxy hugged him back and pressed a kiss to his cheek. "Thanks bro. Where are the rest of them?"
"Don't worry. Your boy is safe. They're sorting out Zobelle."
Roxy let out a deep breath and accepted the shot she was poured.
"Proud of you Jax." Happy raised his shot glass in a toast.
"Sons!" They all cheered, slamming their glasses down and getting ready to go again.
"Hey where's Ma and Tara?" Jax stopped on his way out.
"Oh just at the shops. They've got Sack with them."
"Ah cool."
Happy clapped Roxy on the back, excited with all this violent retribution. Roxy gave him a smile as they all left again.
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Sitting on tenterhooks waiting for the guys to come back Roxy and Harley decided to raid the bar for tequila. Harley still couldn't believe what had happened with Roxy and Gemma and so drinking together was cheering them both up.
"Hey Rox, Hale's on the phone for you." The Tacoma member behind the bar held out the bar phone for her.
"Hale?"
"Yeah Roxy? I've got some bad news. The guys asked me to call you before they left."
The first few thoughts that ran through Roxy's mind were catastrophic. Was it Jax? Juice? Her mum?
"What's happened?" She asked gravely.
"Well your mum is being hunted by the ATF. 2 counts of murder."
Roxy's stomach plummeted at the thought. How the fuck did this go so wrong.
"Oh my god. She couldn't have."
"I'm afraid that's not all Rox. There's been an incident at Jax's. Kipp was killed and Abel has been kidnapped. I'm over here now if you want to come round. Tara's in bad shape."
Not wanting to hear any more Roxy hung up and turned to Kozik.
"Get your keys. We gotta go to Jax's. Abel's been kidnapped."