I might keep this lockdown thing rolling for another chapter or two while I regroup this story. I recently realized its ending too similarly to a friend's fics and well… I don't want that. So bear with me if updates get slow again, I just want to give you guys something different than the others.

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Chapter 26

Lindsey was curled up into a little ball, almost too small to be a human body, in the musty passenger seat of the van as I drove. I'd thrown my keys towards Rat once I'd peeled her off of me long enough to reach into my pocket. Let him deal with the bike tonight, I had this to handle.

"They're dead." Lindsey kept whispering between gut wrenching cries and shoulder shaking sobs. "All of them."

"Hey, its going to be alright." I assured her reaching over to pat her knee as I pulled into the warehouse.

Even in the dark I could see that almost everyone in the club family was here. Cars were lined all up and down the sides of the building, leaving a space for us to back our bikes into near the entrance. Lyla's Prius was front and center making me feel grateful suddenly, that she'd escaped. If this had happened a different time… Lyla might have been in there closing up the place.

Lindsey had my hoodie on, gnawing at the wrists of the sleeves in a way that made me realize maybe she really wasn't dealing with this so well after all. "Why are we here? I want to go home. I want to go to sleep and wake up again."

"You can go to sleep in here." I told her trying to sound as sure of that as I wasn't. I had no idea how we were about to stuff everyone into this one building but given the risk, we'd figure it out.

I climbed out walking around the front to help her down when Jax approached me, nodding as he tossed his cigarette down. "She okay?"

"Oh yeah. Perfect." I told him annoyed that he'd even asked. I'd been hoping he'd pay no mind to the fact that she was an eyewitness to what had went down in Diosa.

I was worried about what that meant for her. She knew a piece of valuable information that the club wasn't so comfortable with her having. We were good with the Lats for now, but for how long? And who was to say she wouldn't replay it all for Fiasco once she saw him? Or someone else? I really didn't know how far my trust could into my pretty girl, but I had high hopes.

Jax raised his eyebrows at me opening the door up, giving me the shaft. "Hey darlin. I'm gonna help you get in, get settled okay?"

Lindsey mumbled something through her tears, and then Jax was pulling her out of the van, an arm around her that both angered and frustrated me. This was one of those times I wasn't even sure I could trust my brothers. I followed close behind them as the guys circled in around us, all of them trying to shield her so that none of the others inside would get clued in on what she'd saw, or where she'd come from.

Gemma was the first to approach us, as always. A hand on one boney hip, Thomas on the other. "Thank god. I was worried baby." She greeted Jax with a kiss and a one armed hug. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of Lindsey, mistrust and questioning relevant.

"What's this?" She asked curiously, shifting Thomas around.

Jax glanced over his shoulder at me. "Can you watch her for a few minutes? We need to make some decisions here. Want to make sure she stays…. In good hands." The double meaning hung loud and clear but Lindsey was the only one who didn't catch it. "Need the whole club."

"Sure baby." Gemma told him but her eyes hadn't softened towards the crying brunette leaning heavily on Jax's shoulder. "Bring her into the green room."

The rest of the guys went on into the meeting room, our makeshift chapel for the night since we wouldn't fit in the office as a whole. I followed Jax dead set on making sure she was stable enough to leave on her own first. Jax pushed her down onto the couch gently , leaning onto eye level with her. "My mom's going to come check on you alright? You're safe here."

Her eyes were wide, red rimmed things when they darted at me. "Stay with me."

"I can't babe. I gotta go to chapel, but I'll be right back. Swear it." I reached over to rub her shoulder. "Stay here with Gemma for just a minute alright?"

Lindsey didn't seem to like the idea but eventually she nodded just before more tears of anguish came rolling down her cheeks in big black spots from her overly done eye makeup. She curled into herself again tucking her knees into my hoodie along with the rest of her.

"I got her." Gemma called out coming into the room sans Thomas on her hip. "Go on."

Yeah. I really didn't trust my family.

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"The girl, she's a problem." Happy spoke what the rest of us were thinking once we'd settled down into wherever we could lean or sit.

"How in the hell did she survive without a scratch is what I wanna know." Tig voiced his thoughts from beside me. "All those dead bitches, and this one comes out spotless. Nah, something's up there."

I scowled at all of them from my spot leaned against the wall nearest the door. I had my hands shoved down into my kutte pockets, twiddling my fingers around nervously. "She got lucky that's what's up there."

Rat was trying not to jump on either side of the fence, I could see the conflict written all over his face. "I don't think she's in cahoots with Lin you guys. She hated him."

"I bet she hates her job so much." Tig shot off again this time with a smirk in my direction.

"Think she'll talk if the cops approach her?" Jax asked me staring me straight in the eyes.

I stared back unblinking. "No. She won't talk. Lindsey's not a rat."

"You know that for sure?" He asked not buying it like I prayed he would. "How well do you really know this girl Juice? Rat, I know you two were buddied up for a while too."

Rat shrugged scratching at the table with a little tick. "Lindsey's a good girl, wouldn't do anything to maliciously hurt anyone. But… Fiasco."

"That's our problem." Bobby agreed nodding at him. "Any girl that runs back to a douche that beat the shit out of her, I'm not so sure will keep anything from him."

"I don't think they're together." I blurted out wishing I had a filter; getting all eyes back on myself. "He was pretty pissed with her, and she hasn't asked for him once."

Happy's smile was a cruel twist of his mouth. "She yours then?"

I took a deep breath, thinking that over. Earlier, it'd been a conflicted question. She hadn't been mine then. "Yeah. She's mine then. As long as she's still okay with it."

"That changes things." Chibs sighed leaning back in the chair, glancing at Jax who was in a deep train of thought judging from the cloud of his eyes. "Can't off Juicy's girl."

Nope, they couldn't. So she was mine.

"Juice, go check on her. Make sure she's not spilling her guts to my mother or workin the kids up." Jax nodded towards the door.

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I pulled Lindsey towards the office away from the crowd of our families, friends, and employees that was forming at a rapid rate. "C'mon." I urged her keeping her pulled into my side as we walked at a snails pace.

"Where are you taking me?" She asked in a voice that could have belonged to a child, and in a way, it did. It was scared, hesitant, and still tear filled.

"To the office. Get you to calm down some. Jax doesn't want you getting the others worked up if they see you crying." I explained as I turned the doorknob letting us into Lyla's office that we took over just as much as she did.

Lindsey sniffled but allowed me to herd her inside, kicking the door shut behind us with one of my heavy black boots. "He's going to kill me."

I smiled slightly, just enough for the corners of my mouth to turn up. "Jax isn't going to kill you, I promise." Not if you don't tell anyone you were there, I thought to myself. "We just want to make sure you know not to say anything."

The tears burst out again. "Say anything about all of my friends being shot to death while I hid and didn't do shit to help them?" She covered her face in her hands, sobbing. "They're all dead. Even Erin."

She was full on freaking out again. Ragged gasps to hacking breaths through her pain filled cries. She wasn't handling death too well, and I knew I didn't either. But I also knew what made me feel better when I did have to deal with it. "Baby, shh…. Baby." I whispered through her thick dark hair into her ear. "Let me help you calm down ok? I'll help you forget it."

Lindsey was still crying when she jutted her chin back at me, looking at me in the eyes with a vacancy. "Then do it. Make me feel forget. Make me feel good."

"I'll take care of you." I whispered softly lifting her up onto the desk by grabbing each ass cheek into a palm, making it clear what was about to go down.

She didn't try to stop me. She let her legs drop apart for me to tug her white cheeky shorts down her thighs, giving me a brief glimpse of the pretty pink bald cunt underneath them. I pushed her skirt up as far as it would go, somewhere close to her waist and almost jumped when I felt her trying to thumb my pants open to free the already raging hard on I was covering inside.

I gave her hands a push away, doing it myself with ease. Somehow it seemed out of place to do anything but this. Foreplay wasn't what she needed. She needed something more. I gathered her in my arms, letting her dip her face into the crook of my neck just before I pressed against her.

"Do it." Lindsey urged, but it wasn't a "I want to fuck" type of urge. It was deeper than that.

Slowly, I rocked my hips back and forth setting a slow pace not wanting to be rough, or go deep. She shifted around squeezing her thighs on my waist to bring me in closer. More it was then. I pulled out to force myself back in unable to stop the sigh that rumbled up from my throat.

Lindsey gripped my biceps with an iron grip as I repeated it, wishing like hell I'd taken the time to make sure she was even wet enough for this. "Am I hurting you?" I whispered continuing the same pace.

"Yeah." Lindsey turned her face from mine, hiding it again in my shoulder. "Keep going."

I let one hand drop to brace myself on the desk, the other hand staying on her hip as I thrust with everything I had. The sadistic side of me liked the whimper I heard her muffling, my pleasure was her pain. Ironic.

"That's it." I murmured feeling her start to tighten down on my cock as I worked in and out of her, her muscles trying to grip me back in a battle that was starting to make me wonder if I could last until she came.

h…. Jesus

Lyla's cups of pens and paperclips were rattling a little bit with the pounding motion as Lindsey finally began to moan instead of her silence and whimpers. That was my girl. I practically swooned hearing her whisper "Juice." into my t shirt that she had balled up into her hands. "I'm here with you pretty girl. C'mon… just let it happen. Let me make you feel better."

She fell back, catching herself on her palms so that the only parts of us still touching were our pelvises. She bucked her hips against mine , the glow from the power button on the monitor the only thing I was able to see in the room. "God….I want more." she was starting to tighten again, this time in little spasms that she was fighting like hell. "I don't want to… Uh!" And there it was. She was writhing and frozen in place letting me pound roughly until I let out a gasp of my own. "Inside me." She rolled her lower half. "I want to feel it."

Oh. Ohh… she wanted to.. And I… My eyes shut reveling in her asking me straight out to just finish inside of her. " You okay?" I managed to ask her as I pushed one last time, before leaning down over her.

"I'm better." She told me just as the door banged open, the light flipping on.

Bobby gave me a look as I glared over my shoulder. "Really Juice?" he asked with one hairy eyebrow raised in disbelief. "I doubt this is what Jax had in mind when he asked you to calm her down."

I didn't answer him. I stayed in front of Lindsey as she started pulling her skirt down her hips to cover herself. I hovered over her as she snatched her panties from the floor, tugging them up her legs next. Like hell would any of the Sons see her like this.

"What are you here for?" I asked him turning around as I zipped myself up, beyond caring who saw my own body now days. Being naked while I had company was fast becoming the norm for me after Hap had came by earlier and I'd been doing the 'naked push up' in my living room.

He held up a cup of coffee filled to the brim in one hand, a joint in the other. "Jax wants to see you. Told him I'd bring our girl here something to help her chill some. Guess you gave her something already."

I scowled at him not liking this one bit. I looked back at her, she'd been silent watching us with eyes that were black ringed and swollen from crying. Did I trust Bobby alone with her? One voice said sure, one voice said hell no. "I'll be right down there. Yell if you need me, or find Rat."

Bobby rolled his eyes, settling his huge body into Lyla's desk chair already searching for his lighter to light the joint up. "We'll be fine."

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Lindsey's POV

I'd just been talking to Kiki literally a minute before she was dead. Collette had been a bitch all day sure, but she didn't deserve to be shot up like a target in shooting range either. And God, Erin and Charlotte. Two of the only friends I'd ever had my entire life and they were both dead.

It was like a dream now that I kept replaying the scenario in my mind. Jumping into the dirty laundry cart and pulling sheets over myself in case they came looking. Biting down on my knuckles to keep from screaming when I heard them going through every single room in the building looking for anyone that they'd missed. They were making sure there were no survivors; no witnesses.

Then I'd heard Chibs' Scottish accent loud and clear, the sound of heavy boots, and Rat calling out for me. But Juice, he hadn't been doing anything. He was crouched down beside Erin's lifeless body seconds away from turning her over when I burst out of the closet.

Oh god…. He'd thought I was dead. I'd halfway convinced myself I was and I was having an out of body experience when I attached myself to him like a leech. This was horrible. Simply horrible.

"I want to see Lyla." I spoke to Bobby quietly not sure if I was even allowed to leave the room. "I'm fine."

Bobby frowned at me sipping his coffee through his thick facial hair. "You sure you're up for mingling?"

I nodded wiping at my cheeks with Juice's hoodie for the tenth time since he'd left the room. I could smell my own oil on it, mixed with his cigarettes. An amazing combination that was soothing me. "I'm not gonna freak anymore Bobby. I swear. I know it might make us sound like two sex crazed kids, but what Juice did, it helped."

"You gonna be okay darlin?"

I knew he wasn't talking about just what had happened. It went way deeper than that. I stood up from my perch, pulling the hoodie down as far as it would go remembering I was dressed as a whore in a warehouse full of their friends and family. "I'll make it. I'm a survivor."

Back to my same old motto I thought wryly to myself following the big biker out into the studio. There were a few members milling around making me wonder where Juice was. I'd feel completely better with those arms back around me, soothing me with a touch I hadn't known he possessed. Nurturing wasn't an adjective that came to my mind when I thought of him.

Lyla was just as upset as I was, I spotted her with ease in the sea of women that were busying themselves around the studio. "Oh god, Lindsey." She opened her arms up wide the moment she saw me coming her. "I was so fucking scared."

"I know me too." I hugged her back, the two of us sharing a commadarie that the rest knew nothing about. It was a special kind of bond that had formed between us since I'd started at Diosa a few months ago. Lyla had become the big sister I'd never had, the adult that guided me, and now the best friend I'd ever known.

"Where's everyone else?" she asked me when we pulled away but stayed arm in arm with each other, hugged up on the couch with our too skinny knees against each others, both needing the reassurance the other one was alive still.

I wiped at my face to hide my emotions from her. "I don't know. Fiasco wouldn't answer me all day, I tried Gomes earlier too, and nothing. Nero stayed behind to talk to the cops."

Lyla frowned reaching over to smooth my hair on the sides for me, knowing it was pointless. "You guys fighting again?"

I nodded, another tear sliding down my cheek. "I don't know what I'm doing right now. I should have demanded they take me to Oakland. But I was just so… relieved to see Juice. I can't explain it Ly. It was like… I saw how upset he was when he thought.. But I don't want to hurt Fiasco. I love him."

"And now you're rethinking things." She finished with a sigh and a stern look. "You can't keep going back and forth. But either way, I think now you should just focus on the fact that you're okay."

That we could both agree on. I perked up when I saw Juice emerging from the green room with Jax, Chibs, and Tig. He was scanning the room, looking for me I could tell by the way he tensed when he didn't see me. He paused in his tracks looking again then those chocolate chip eyes landed on me, a little smile on his tan features creasing.

"I'll be back. I think he's leaving." I told Lyla pushing myself up from the couch and walking towards him.

He met me halfway, smile brightening slightly with a flash of white teeth. "You doing better pretty girl?"

"Much." I told him quietly wishing he'd just touch me. Something to reassure me that I wasn't reading more into the unspoken changes that were happening with us. "Bobby's coffee was laced with something I'm pretty sure."

"Probably." He glanced over the top of my head in the direction the guys were starting to form a pack of sorts on their way to leave. "Will you be alright if I leave for a bit? I have to.. Take care of something."

I had a pretty idea of what he had to take care of. I bit my bottom lip, wanting to say no. I was okay as long as I didn't think of it and as long as Bobby's coffee had me feeling mellow. "I think so. Are you coming back here though? To the studio?"

"Mmmhmm." He was moving in closer. "I'll be back don't worry. If you need a minute to yourself go in the office or something. Rat's staying behind with Montez to keep an eye on things here."

His arms were around me drawing me in closer. "I think I'm okay honest." I tilted my head back so that I could look up at him. "Are you.. Okay?"

"Just worried about you." Juice said softly, his eyes darting back behind me again. "I gotta go pretty girl."

I glanced over my shoulder and then wished I wouldn't have. Fiasco and Gomes were in the doorway with Nero, waiting for the Sons. Guilt washed over me instantly when I saw him staring at me. But he hadn't bothered to speak to me all day. I could have been calling him for help, and he never answered the phone.

Fiasco started to push his way through the crowd of leather and plaid to get to me, but I saw Jax grab his arm stopping him in his path. "Leave it for tonight bro. She's dealin with a lot. He found her in there."

Whatever Fiasco said, I didn't hear because he was shoving his way back out of the door to get outside. Asshole.

Juice though, gave me a quick brush of the lips. Not much, but something that showed there was something going on between us while his brothers were looking on. "I'll be back."

I wrapped my own arms around myself once he dropped his and jogged off to catch up with the rest of them, grouping a few feet away. I was in so much shit tonight it wasn't even funny. Murder witness. Retaliation witness. Whore. Cheating girlfriend.

"I thought that was you, I didn't recognize you with the hair like that." A much older man's voice chimed to my left making me jump. What in the hell was he doing here?

I turned with a small smile at Unser, trying not to let my surprise show. "Its me." I answered him, studying him closer now. He wasn't looking so great these days. The cancer was starting to show its wear and tear on him, and I hated to see it.

"Never thought I'd see you here."

"I um.. I.." I licked my lips nervously trying not to say anything he might repeat. "I work for the club, and Nero." I was even more grateful for the hoodie covering my hooker clothes up now.

Unser raised an eyebrow, pushing his hands in his pockets. "Your old man know you're here Lindsey?"

I ducked my head down feeling like the 15 year old girl getting scolded by the town Sheriff all over again. "I imagine my mom told him."

"But you didn't?" He asked curiously. "We both know he wouldn't let this happen, because if I'm right, you're working at one of their less than savory businesses."

I was embarrassed. I could handle everyone else knowing what I was, what I did for money, but when it was someone like this, it was grueling. "He doesn't care Wayne. They threw me out, I had to do something."

Unser didn't look so convinced. "That something include hooking up with Juice?"

"We're not…"

"Trust me sweetheart, I know exactly what it is." He chided me with a look of his own. "Does he know how old you are? More importantly, does the club know who your old man is?"

I shook my head guilty and ashamed. "No they don't know." I whispered. "Please don't tell them. Please. He doesn't know anything. None of them do. Please Wayne.. don't."

I'd worked so hard at keeping everything under wraps and away from my new life. Brooke had been my only threat until I saw the old cop in here. Now I had another life altering problem to deal with tonight. Brooke, I could handle. Unser, I couldn't.

"I'll tell you what. You come clean with him yourself on a few things, and I won't say a word to them. But I will speak to your Pops the next time I see him." Unser bargained with me. "Where you staying now days?"

"Oakland." I told him hesitantly. "I have a .. a.. a.. boyfriend." I averted my eyes to the floor. "One of Nero's crew."

I heard him curse under his breath. "Lindsey, this ain't Eric Darby you're dealin with here. There is no out. You just be careful which toes you step on in this life. I hate to see a good girl like you mixed up with all of this."

"I'm not that good." I felt like I was going to start shaking and crying again. "I'm really not."