Hey lovelies! Finally, another update. No excuses for how long it's been. Just my sincere apologies and thanks for sticking with me! Thanks to everyone who reviewed on the last chapter. I'm so glad my smuttiness makes you all so happy :) I actually wasn't planning on having any sex scenes in this chapter, but I added some smut just to say sorry for how long it's taken me to post.
So, here's the beginning of Season Two! Hope you like it, and as always, please review!
Chapter 28
Juice woke up the next morning to the smell of coffee and sausage. He stretched and yawned before climbing out of bed and throwing on a pair of boxers. When he walked the short distance to the kitchen and saw the sight in front of him, he smiled. Gracie was standing in front of the stove, quietly singing along to some god awful country song she had playing on her iPod, wearing nothing but a pair of white cotton panties and an Incredible Hulk t-shirt.
He stood there for a few moments before Gracie looked over and grinned. "Good morning, baby."
Juice walked over and wrapped her up in his arms, first kissing her softly on the forehead, then the tip of her nose, and then on her full, beautiful lips. "Morning, Gracie Jane." He looked down at the stove and saw an omelet in one pan and a few sausage links in another. "You made me breakfast?"
Gracie put the food on a plate and walked over to the small kitchen table. "Of course I did. It's my first official morning here. Besides, you said you're going to be really busy today. I didn't want you to go to work on nothing but a protein bar."
Gracie was right. Today was going to be crazy. First thing this morning, he was meeting the guys at one of the warehouses to test out the new gun shipment from the Irish, and then would probably spend a few hours assembling the pieces before putting in some hours at TM.
He nodded and gave her one more small kiss. "Thanks, sweetheart. It looks great."
Juice started eating while Gracie poured him a cup of coffee. "Aren't you gonna have anything?"
Gracie grabbed a banana from the counter and a glass of water before sitting down beside him. "Just this. I'm going for a run. I'll probably stop at the bakery on my way back."
Juice grinned. "Alright. Just promise while you're there you won't spill your breakfast all over some other biker and make him fall crazy in love with you. That was a onetime thing. You're all mine now."
Gracie smiled as she leaned over and gave him a kiss on his cheek. "I promise. All yours."
A few minutes later, they were both finished eating and getting dressed in the bedroom. Juice was wearing his usual cargo pants, tight fitting t-shirt, and his kutte, while Gracie slid on her tight black running capris and a hot pink sports bra.
Juice was just pulling on his boots when he looked over at Gracie, saw what she was wearing, and groaned. "Jesus Christ, you're killing me right now." He made his way over to her, running his calloused hands along the sides of her bare stomach, and kissing the side of her neck.
She quickly backed out of his hold, ignoring the shivers running up and down her spine, and shook her head, giggling. "Nope. No. You start doing that and I'm going to rip your clothes off and you're going to be late. I can't have the club thinking I'm a bad influence on you after one night of living together."
Gracie backed out of the bedroom, laughing at the pouty look on Juice's face. He crossed his arms over his chest and playfully pleaded with her. "Come on, Gracie Jane. I'll just be a tiny bit late. I'm going to be useless at work anyway, thinking about you running all over Charming, wearing those clothes, with sweat dripping down all over your body…"
When Gracie reached for her running shoes, she turned so that she was facing away from him. She leaned over her shoulder and grinned before bending over very slowly to tie them, giving Juice a nice little show and a great view of her ass.
She laughed when she heard him sigh. "You enjoy torturing me, don't you?"
She tied her laces and stood up, walking over to him and shaking her head. "No, baby. I don't like torturing you." She leaned up and gently bit his earlobe before whispering against his ear. "I like making you feel so, so good." His hands reached down and grabbed her ass, squeezing, while her lips moved from his ear to his lips. She kissed him slowly and passionately, deepening it only for a moment before pulling away. "And I promise, tonight when we're alone, you can make me sweat all over again, except tonight I won't be wearing anything…"
Juice leaned in to kiss her again, but Gracie backed out of his hold and grabbed his hand, smiling as she dragged him to the door. "But right now, you've got to go to work, Ortiz." He threw his head back in frustration but couldn't help but grin as he followed his girl outside.
When they walked down the stairs to the sidewalk, Juice locked the door and then walked over to his bike, which was parked on the street in front of the weed shop. He sat down and pulled Gracie between his legs. "So, I'll see you tonight for Bobby's party?"
Gracie smiled and nodded. Bobby had been in prison for three months on a murder charge, but apparently the case fell apart and he was finally coming home, much to everyone's relief. "Definitely. I'll be there." She leaned down and placed her hands on the sides of his face, kissing him soundly. "Be careful today, ok? I love you."
Juice nodded. "I will. I love you too, sweetheart."
About an hour later, Gracie was just finishing up her run. She went to the bakery and ate her usual powdered donut and chai, before walking back towards her and Juice's apartment. As she went down Main Street, she noticed a new store getting ready to open a few doors down from Floyd's Barbershop, and as she got closer she cringed at the smell. A cigar store. Ick. She made a mental note to try and avoid walking past in the future, the stench of the cigars already wafting out onto the street.
She was just going past the store front when a big, muscular man with a buzz cut and tattoos came walking out onto the side walk carrying some boxes.
When he looked over and saw her, Gracie could have sworn that a look similar to disgust crossed his face before quickly being replaced with an uncomfortable smile. "Good morning, ma'am."
Gracie didn't know why, but a small shudder went through her at the sound of his voice. "Um, hi. Good morning to you, too."
She continued walking past the store, but stopped after a few seconds when she heard his voice call out to her. "Uh, ma'am?"
Gracie turned and raised her eyebrows. "Yes?"
The man looked at the ground for a moment as if debating whether or not to speak before looking up at Gracie, the artificial smile now gone. "Ma'am, I just have to say, I've seen you around the last few days…you and your boyfriend."
Gracie crossed her arms over her chest as a chill ran up her spine. "Yes…and?"
He stood a little straighter and looked directly into her eyes. "And you seem like a lovely young woman. It's a shame to see you defile yourself with that spic."
Gracie's eyes widened as her jaw dropped in complete shock. I must have heard him wrong. There's no way he just said what I think he said. She shook her head in disbelief. "Excuse me? What did you just say to me?"
His voice was quiet and matter of fact, as if he was simply commenting on the weather. "You're a beautiful white woman, and it sickens me to see you sully your purity with that little brown boy."
Any fear that Gracie had felt in the stranger's presence had been replaced in an instant with blinding anger. She could feel her heart beating faster and her hands start to tremble, tears forming in her eyes; not as a result of sadness, but of overwhelming rage. She had never been so furious.
Gracie usually ran from confrontation, never raising her voice, always choosing to be the bigger person, but in that moment, she was incapable of walking away. She approached the man so that she was only inches away from his face, never breaking eye contact. Before she knew it, she was yelling. "How dare you! How dare you speak to me that way! Who the fuck do you think you are? And what possible right do you think you have to talk about my boyfriend that way, you racist, ignorant, inbred piece of shit! I have never…"
Gracie's screaming was interrupted when an older man in a very expensive suit came rushing out of the cigar shop, his hands raised innocently in the air. His voice was calm and polite. "Miss, please. Please tell me what happened. My name is Ethan Zobelle, and I own this store. Can I help you in any way?"
Gracie took a few deep breaths, trying unsuccessfully to calm down, adrenaline still coursing through her body. "Does this man work for you?"
Zobelle looked over at the other man and nodded. "Yes, he does. This is Mr. Weston. He's one of my employees."
Gracie placed her still shaking hands on her hips. "Well, your employee just said something incredibly offensive to me and made racist remarks about my boyfriend."
Zobelle looked over to Weston and shook his head before looking back at Gracie. His was voice apologetic, his expression contrite. "Ma'am, I apologize for his behavior. Mr. Weston…he doesn't always think before he speaks. I can't tell you how terribly sorry I am if he caused you any offense. I swear to you, it will not happen again."
Gracie's eyes narrowed at Weston before looking back to the store owner. "Mr. Zobelle, I appreciate your apology, but it wasn't you that said the words. If I were you, I would be ashamed to have such a man associated with my business. He deserves to be fired for what he said to me, but if you choose not to do that just…" She looked over at Weston and scowled. "…just keep your dog on a leash."
Gracie started walking down the street once more but stopped abruptly after a few feet and turned around. "Oh, and Mr. Weston?"
Weston looked up and met her gaze. "Yes, ma'am?"
Gracie looked at him in revulsion. "Just so you know, my 'little brown boy' is more of a man that you will ever be. And if you ever speak to me again, you're going to find that out the hard way."
Gracie turned without another word and walked home.
It took most of the day, a long hot shower, and a lot of deep breathing, but Gracie finally got over her run-in on Main Street. She had stomped around her apartment all morning, fuming about every word that came out of Weston's mouth, but once she calmed down she just reminded herself that there are lots of idiots in the world, but none of them or any of their hateful words would ever matter. By evening she had blown the whole thing off. She wasn't going to waste another moment thinking about that asshole. He was worth less than nothing and so were his opinions. And she certainly wasn't going to tell Juice about it. She knew, without a doubt, that he would beat the hell out of the guy, and she had no intention of letting Juice get charged with assault because of that stupid fuck.
After watching some TV and eating a small dinner of left over pizza from the night before, Gracie started to get ready for the party. She put on a pair of dark blue skinny jeans, a low cut black tank top, and her red converse. Looking at herself in the mirror, Gracie couldn't help but smile when she thought about what she had worn to her first club party all those months ago. She had grown to love the barely-there skirt and cleavage bearing top that she wore to what Gemma still calls her 'coming out party', at least she loved the effect that they had on Juice. But since that night he made her promise that she would only wear them at home for their…um…private parties, which she happily agreed to. Gracie was a much happier girl in jeans and sneakers.
After applying her makeup and straightening her hair, Gracie put on some perfume, hopped into her car, and headed for the clubhouse.
Juice couldn't stop himself from glancing up at the door every few minutes, impatiently waiting to see his girl. Gracie had sent him a text telling him she was on her way, and as far as he was concerned, she couldn't get there fast enough.
Today had been stressful. After testing out the new shipment from the Irish, the club had voted to start muling the guns in addition to selling them. He knew it was a slightly bigger risk, but it was really the only choice they had considering Stahl and the rest of the ATF was still breathing down their necks, making it too dangerous to store the guns anywhere long term. It was pretty obvious that Clay and Jax were fighting with each other about something, but fuck if anyone knew why. Piney seemed even more pissed off than usual, and Tig was still being weird as fuck, just like he'd been for the last few months. The only good things about today were Opie and Bobby coming home; Ope from his road trip and Bobby from lock-up.
He was sitting on one of the sofas surrounding the stripper pole, talking to Chibs and occasionally glancing at the strung-out bleach blond with fake tits swinging around in front of them. One of the croweaters brought him a beer but quickly moved on to another patch. Over the last few months, they had accepted that Juice was off limits, not only because he had told them so, but because they all seemed to really like Gracie. Unlike most of the other old ladies, she was nice to the girls, never talked down to them, and honestly tried to get to know and understand them. Juice smiled to himself. Leave it to his girl to make friends with all the sweetbutts.
Juice's thoughts were interrupted when a pair of hands ran down the back of his neck, over his shoulders, and down the front of his kutte. He smiled when she leaned forward over the back of the couch and he got a whiff of his favorite smell in the world, vanilla and coconut. A very sexy, very familiar voice whispered low against his ear, "How about a lap dance, baby?"
Juice grinned without turning around. "Sorry, not interested."
He sighed as the hands on his chest traveled back over his shoulders and up to his neck, fingernails scratching gently over his skin, just the way he liked it. The voice purred in his ear. "And why is that?"
He looked at her face and smiled, love in his eyes. "Because I'm only interested in my old lady."
Gracie returned his smile and kissed him softly on the lips before walking to the front of the couch. A small shriek escaped her as Juice quickly pulled her down on his lap, her legs straddling his hips. He wrapped one of his arms around her waist while the other went to the side of her face. "Hi."
Gracie smiled and shook her head before leaning forward and kissing him again. "Hi, yourself."
"And where is my hello kiss, love?"
Gracie turned and grinned at her Scotsman, who was sitting next to Juice on the couch. She leaned over and gave him a quick peck on the cheek. "Hi, Chibs."
Chibs just took a drink of his beer before smirking. "Not quite the same greeting as you gave to Juicey, but it'll have to do I suppose."
Juice just rolled his eyes. He was happy that Chibs and Gracie had become such good friends, and he trusted his brother completely, which is why he put up with his constant but harmless flirting.
Gracie moved so that she was sitting in between the two men on the small, leather loveseat. Juice placed his arm over her shoulder as she rested her hand on his thigh. She looked over at Chibs and grinned before nodding her head towards the pole. "Enjoying the show?"
Chibs just smirked. "Aye, I am, lass. But I'm a lonely old bastard. Not all of us have a gorgeous redhead around to keep us company."
Chibs looked warmly at Gracie as he watched the blush rise in her cheeks. He stood up and kissed the top of her head. "Now if you two lovebirds will excuse me, I'm going to go find some entertainment of my own." He winked at Gracie before walking towards the bar and the waiting croweaters.
Gracie leaned her head against Juice's shoulder and sighed. "I missed you today."
Juice tightened his hold around her shoulders. "I missed you too, sweetheart. You have no idea." He glanced down and couldn't help but admire the way the top curves of her breasts were peeking out of her tank top. He had to adjust himself as he remembered the way she looked that morning before she left the house and the sexy things she said to him. He leaned his head down so that he could whisper against her ear. "So, how was your run this morning, Gracie Jane? Did you sweat?"
She just looked at him and grinned. "Yes, I did." She kissed him once on his jaw before lowering her voice to a whisper. "I was dripping."
Gracie glanced up at Juice and saw that his pupils were already dilated, his beautiful brown eyes already a shade darker, and his lips were slightly moistened from licking them a moment ago. She knew that face and knew exactly what he wanted…she wanted the same thing, too.
Gracie glanced up at the stripper and grinned before looking back to Juice. "You know, baby? I can give you a better show than she can."
A sexy smirk crossed his face. "Oh, yeah?"
Gracie bit her lip and nodded. "Yeah." She stood and grabbed Juice's hands, pulling him off the couch. "Come on. Your old lady's going to give you that lap dance."
Juice honestly tried, but couldn't wipe the huge smile off his face as Gracie dragged him back to his room. I fucking love this woman.
When they got back to his dorm, Juice quickly locked the door before turning around to look at Gracie. He never took his eyes off her as she walked over to the desk, grabbed his small desk chair, and dragged it to the center of the room. She walked back over to him and grinned before taking his hand and leading him to the chair, gently pushing on his shoulders and guiding him to sit.
The music was still blaring from the clubhouse and could easily be heard, so Gracie started swaying slowly to the beat of the music. When Juice reached out and tried to grab her hips, she just backed away and shook her head, the sexiest smile he'd ever seen crossing her lips. "Now, Mr. Ortiz…I'm sure you know the rules. You can look, but you can't touch."
Juice could practically feel the blood rushing to his cock as he realized the little game Gracie wanted to play. He bit his lip and nodded. "Sorry, sweetheart. Won't happen again."
Gracie placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned down so that her tits were right in front of his eyes. "Good boy."
She moved so that she was a couple of feet in front of him and started dancing, just swaying her hips to the rhythm pouring through the walls. Juice watched, transfixed, as she ran her hands over her neck, over her breasts, down the sides of her ribs, and to the edge of her tank top. She pulled it, achingly slow, over her head, and then giggled as she threw it to Juice. He caught it quickly and smiled, before raising it up to his nose and breathing in deeply. He loved the way she smelled.
Juice almost winced at the painful way his dick pressed against the zipper of his jeans as he took in the sight of Gracie's huge tits, barely contained in the silky red bra she was wearing. He sat up in the chair, palming himself through his jeans. "God, Gracie. You're so fucking sexy."
She just smiled sweetly at him before slowly turning around, facing away from him. She toed off her sneakers and unbuttoned her jeans, then looked over her shoulder at Juice and grinned before leaning down oh so slowly, pulling her skinnies down as she went, revealing her red silk thong.
Juice groaned loudly. Gracie hardly ever wore thongs, but she knew whenever she did, it drove him crazy. "Jesus Christ, Gracie."
Gracie stepped out of her jeans and raised back up just as slowly as she had bent forward. She turned back around to face him and grinned, biting her lip. "Do you like it, baby? I bought it just for you."
Juice stared at his shy little Gracie Jane in wonder as she continued to slowly dance in front of him, hips moving in figure eights with the beat of the classic rock playing in the background. His hands trembled against his thigh as he fought the urge to reach out and grab her or unzip his pants and start jerking himself off…anything to relieve the agonizing and amazing tension in his groin.
Suddenly Gracie dropped to her knees and got on all fours, crawling towards him like a cat about to catch its prey. When she reached his legs, she placed her hands on his knees, guiding herself up and turning around so that she once again faced away from him, but this time she was standing right between his thighs.
When she finally lowered herself down and started rocking her ass against his groin, he sighed in relief. His voice was ragged as his breathing became more rapid. "Fuck, Gracie. You look so hot right now. Where the hell did you learn to do this?"
Gracie just smiled as she arched her back so that her ass pressed harder against Juice's lap, her hands grasping onto his thighs for leverage. He was about to thrust up against her, but much to his frustration, she chose that moment to stand back up.
She grinned as she started to walk behind his chair. "I've been to strip clubs before, Juan Carlos."
Something about the way she rolled her tongue when she said Carlos made his head spin. God, I love her tongue.
Gracie was standing behind him now, her hands resting briefly on his shoulders before traveling down the length of his chest, under his kutte, to the top of his pants. She leaned down to whisper in his ear. "I've even gotten a lap dance before."
Juice tried his best to remember how to form words, but all he could think about was the image of Gracie with another girl…that and the feel of her lips running up and down the length of his neck; never actually kissing him but close enough that he could feel the softness of her mouth and the warmth of her breath.
When she stood up and walked back around the other side of the chair, Juice looked up at his wet dream of an old lady, nearly salivating. "Did you like it when she danced on you, sweetheart?"
Juice watched the blush rise in Gracie's cheeks as she bit her lip and nodded. "Yeah, I did…" She then sat down on his lap so that she was straddling his waist, facing him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and started grinding against his cock, causing him to moan. Her hands traveled up his neck to the sides of his face as she leaned forward and pressed her tits against his chest. "But not like I like this…this is so much better."
Juice finally lost any shred of control he had over himself. He reached his hands forward and grabbed her hips, pushing her down even harder onto his dick, causing Gracie to gasp. As soon as he saw her lips part, he took the opportunity to assault her mouth, running his tongue along her own in a frantic, desperate rhythm.
Gracie tried her best to remember the game she was playing, but the passion in Juice's touch was making it nearly impossible. She pulled away just long enough to say between panting breaths, "You're not supposed to kiss the dancers, Mr. Ortiz."
His hands moved quickly from her hips to her breasts, where he squeezed them hard before running his thumbs back and forth over the hardened nipple visible through the silky material of her bra. "You're not a dancer, Gracie. You're my old lady."
She couldn't stifle the whimper that escaped her lips as he continued to play with her tits. "But, I…oh…but...don't you want me to finish my show?"
Juice reached behind her and unfastened her bra, quickly peeling it off her shoulders and throwing it across the room. He then grabbed the sides of her face and pulled her in for another kiss, his mouth crashing down with force. He pulled back and looked into her eyes, an almost feral expression on his face. "I want you, Gracie Jane. Right fucking now."
The need hung too heavy in the air, both of them aching to feel each other. Gracie quickly raised up off of Juice's lap just enough to unzip his pants and push them and his boxers down to his thighs. As soon as his cock was finally free, Juice grasped it with one hand and used his other to push Gracie's thong to the side.
The second she felt his tip at her entrance, Gracie slammed down onto his throbbing dick, causing them both to cry out.
Juice moaned loudly, his painfully hard length suddenly drenched in Gracie's tight, hot center. "Oh, fuck, Gracie…shit, sweetheart…you're so fucking wet…"
Gracie couldn't speak, completely lost in the feel of his cock filling every part of her. She was grinding on him, undulating her hips so that with every movement Juice was hitting her G-spot.
His eyes traveled from her face, over her tits, and finally landed on the view of his dick buried deep inside her pussy. He was so turned on he felt dizzy and he knew if he didn't make Gracie come soon, he was going to lose it.
He moved one of his hands to her breast, twisting and pulling on her always responsive nipples while his other hand rubbed furiously against her clit.
"Oh my fucking god, baby!" Gracie threw her head back in pleasure, right on the edge of exploding.
Juice's jaw was clenched tight, trying with everything he had not to come. "Oh, shit sweetheart…come on baby, fucking come for me…" He leaned forward and caught one of Gracie's nipples in his mouth, catching it between his teeth and flicking the sensitive bud with his tongue before sucking it hard.
He felt her walls tighten and spasm just before she cried out. "Oh, fuck, fuck, Juice…oh god…oh god!"
Gracie was still coming when Juice moved his hands back down to her hips and started thrusting up into her pussy as fast and as hard as he could. It didn't take long before his eyes squeezed shut and he felt his balls draw up and tighten. "Fuck, Gracie…Gracie!"
Juice groaned out her name as he came, hard and long. He shuddered against her for what seemed like ages as her still quivering heat continued to milk him dry.
After a few moments, they both opened their eyes and grinned at each other. Juice used his remaining energy to tangle his hands in her hair, now damp with sweat, and kissed her sweetly. He pulled back and smiled, still trying to catch his breath. "That was one hell of a show, Gracie Jane."
Still panting, she wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him another small, sweet kiss. "Glad you liked it, Mr. Ortiz."
About 15 minutes later, Juice and Gracie walked back to the party. He had his arm secured firmly around her waist as they walked to the bar and got some drinks.
Gracie laughed and rolled her eyes when she saw the huge, cocky grin plastered on Juice's face. "Can you at least try to hide that look?"
She didn't think it was possible, but his grin got even wider. He just shook his head and laughed. "And what look is that?"
She climbed onto one of the bar stools and turned to face him. "That 'I just got laid' look."
Juice stepped forward so that he was standing in between her legs. He leaned forward to whisper in her ear as his hands ran along the length of her thighs. "But I did just get laid, sweetheart. My sexy as hell old lady just performed a strip tease for me, gave me a hot as fuck lap dance, and then fucked me in a chair."
Juice just laughed when Gracie turned completely red and hid her face in her hands. He tugged on her wrist and pulled them down so that he could kiss her cheek. "I love you, Gracie Jane."
Now it was Gracie that couldn't hide her smile. "I love you too, baby."
Juice grabbed Gracie's hand, pulling her off the stool and outside the clubhouse door so that he could have a smoke and talk to the guys. They were just walking up to Chibs and Happy when a black Mercedes pulled into the lot and stopped right in front of where Clay was standing. It seemed like all the guys immediately tensed, Happy and Tig going to stand beside Clay, while Juice guided Gracie backwards so that she was shielded behind him.
Gracie looked around as the doors opened, and she felt a shiver run through her body as she saw the men from the cigar shop, Zobelle and Weston, climb out of the car, surrounded by some scary looking guys that were obviously white supremacists based on their hideous tattoos.
As she listened to Zobelle speak to Clay, demanding that he stop selling guns to color, she stepped forward so that she could stand by Juice's side. She tensed when Tig pulled his weapon, holding her breath until the confrontation was over and the strange men started walking back towards their car.
But just as she was about to sigh in relief at their retreat, Weston turned around to face her. His voice was once again quiet, calm, and unbelievable cold. "It's nice to see you again, ma'am." He turned back around quickly and climbed into the Benz.
Every member of the club looked at her in confusion and concern, but Gracie only looked to Juice. She couldn't hide the tremble in her voice. "His name is Weston. When I was running today, he stopped me on the sidewalk and said that he'd been watching me. He said…he said that I was a beautiful white woman and that I should stop defiling myself...with a spic."
As soon as the words left her mouth, Gracie saw Happy pull his gun and follow the Mercedes out of the lot, a murderous look on his face. Tig quickly drew his own weapon and joined his brother. Juice started for the car, but was immediately stopped by Clay placing a firm hand on his chest. "Not tonight, Juicey. Later, but not tonight." Juice stared at his president for a moment before nodding and turning towards Grace.
He looked at his woman, a mixture of worry and anger filling his eyes. He shook his head and sighed. "Jesus, Gracie. Why didn't you tell me?"
Gracie shrugged her shoulders and crossed her arms over her chest. "I didn't think it was a big deal, honestly. I just thought he was some random, racist asshole. I didn't want you to beat him up and get into trouble over something like that. It was stupid. I didn't know. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I…"
"Shhh, it's ok sweetheart." Juice pulled her into a hug, kissing her forehead and holding her tightly.
Juice released his hold on her when he felt Clay pat him on the shoulder. The older man handed him Zobelle's business card. "I want to know everything."
Juice nodded to Clay. "Got it." He grabbed Gracie's face and kissed her firmly on the lips. "Are you ok?"
Gracie nodded. "I'm fine, baby. Go. Do what you have to do. I'll be right here." Juice kissed her one more time before disappearing into the clubhouse to dig up all the intel he could on Samro's newest threat.
Before Gracie knew it, the party had returned to full swing. Bobby arrived a few minutes later and everyone was celebrating; drinking, dancing and having a good time, the almost shoot-out from earlier all but forgotten. But as she sat alone on the picnic table, Gracie couldn't shake the feeling of dread looming over her. She didn't know what. She didn't know when. She didn't know how. But something deep inside her was screaming out a warning that she found impossible to ignore. Something really bad is going to happen.
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