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War Zone

Juice had just put on his cut and was putting on his boots when Milla walked into the dining room from the kitchen. She was holding a plate and a freshly opened bottle of Bud and looked at him with a raised eyebrow.

"What are you doing babe?" She asked as she placed his dinner on their small dining room table and he took the beer from her hand before he took a drink.

"I got a call, I have to go to the clubhouse, take care of some shit." Milla just nodded and he stood and took her hand in his free one. "You could come with me."

"No, not if he's gonna be there." She said as she shook her head before she leaned up and kissed him. "Go on, you don't wanna be late for whatever they need ya for. If you come home early I'll reheat this and we could watch some Top Gear, there's a marathon on BBC America."

"Sounds good babe." He smiled before he kissed her then went out the door.

With a sigh Milla took his plate into the kitchen and put saran wrap over it before she dumped the remainder of his beer in the sink and made herself a plate. For the third night in a row she was eating dinner alone while Juice did some mysterious something in the clubhouse. She knew that she could go to the clubhouse to be with him, but she'd be damned if she'd go while he was there.

…

Juice pounded back a brew as he brought up financial information for the Reno Charter. He was supposed to keep track of the amount of gun money laundered through their strip clubs and compile a report for Clay. He knew it was important information but he always handed a detailed report on all of the Charters' earnings at the end of each month so this made no sense, especially since they knew they could trust the Reno Charter. Shaking his head he printed out the documents Clay requested and texted Milla to let her know he'd be home soon. He missed his lady.

"You get the report Juicy?" Juice looked up when he heard his President's voice and nodded when he handed the report to the older man who looked it over. "This is good. You mind doin the same for Tacoma?"

At his Pres' request he felt his eyelid twitch; he just wanted to go home. Still he couldn't ignore a request from Clay so he nodded and turned to his computer before he lit up. As he typed Clay pulled up a chair and sat next to him.

"Is this the last report you need? I made some plans with my lady." He knew Clay didn't need to hear it but he also knew the man was stubborn and wouldn't bring up his daughter, no matter how badly he wanted to check on her.

"I'll let you know what I need, just get this done." Clay said before he stood and walked away, still maintaining his stubbornness. Juice just took a breath and let it out slowly. Those two really needed to stop fighting.

…

Juice held her on the counter as she moved her hands to his belt. It had been a long time since they'd had impromptu sex in their kitchen and neither was going to scoff at the opportunity.

"You like that baby?" Juice asked as he pressed himself against her and she moaned. It was a good enough answer for him as he ran his hands up her thighs.

"Jesus Christ, do you two ever stop?" He pushed himself off of Milla as her mother's voice grated from the doorway.

"You could knock Ma." Milla panted as she straightened her shirt and hopped off the counter to stand in front of Juice as he calmed himself and pulled his pants back up.

"I did, yelled too, but I guess you two were too far gone to care. Mind if I talk to the princess for a minute Romeo?" Gemma asked and Juice nodded before he went out the door, Milla wasn't surprised to hear the bathroom door open and the shower start. Shit, he was going to take care of himself. Why were her parents such cockblockers?

"What do you want Ma?" She asked as she leaned against the sink and Gemma walked past her to sit at the table.

"You two are so damn much alike. Neither one will bend an inch or give up a good grudge." She shook her head and Milla growled.

"Didn't you hear what he said to me?" Milla said angrily and Gemma shook her head.

"Yeah I heard, half the clubhouse heard. You can't expect him to be ok with seeing his Intelligence Officer riding his daughter in the store room. Shit, you're lucky he just said shit, he could've killed Juice." Gemma chuckled to herself at her husband's overreaction to seeing Milla with her man.

"He knows Juice and I are lovers! He's known for over a year! How was it a surprise to him?" Milla said loudly and Gemma chuckled again.

"Knowing and seeing are two different things sweetheart. Now I need you to come to the house and talk to your Dad, he's become a damn bear." She said and Milla shook her head.

"Not until he apologizes. I will not be called a crow eating whore by my Father. I'm worth more than that." She glared ahead of her and Gemma sighed. She'd have to talk to Juice and come up with a plan; they were definitely getting the worst of it.

…

The Next Night...

"What are we doing here?" Milla asked as Juice pulled into the T-M lot and parked by the clubhouse.

"I just have to do something quick, you can come in and get a drink." He said and Milla shook her head as she looked at the line of bikes and saw her Dad's.

"He's here; I'll just stay in the car." She said and Juice rolled his eyes but got out. "Please hurry though, I'm hungry."

"I'll be quick babe." He shook his head and walked to the clubhouse door. As he walked in, Clay walked out and he held in a smirk. Soon their fight would be over and everything would go back to normal.

Clay walked past Juice and resisted the urge to smack him upside the head. He just knew that the little Rican had worked with Gemma to make this little meeting happen. It was a bitch move and he'd be sure to put Juice on bitch duty for the next month, not like he wasn't already doing that to him. Juicyboy deserved it for putting his little girl in that position. For forcing Clay to say things he didn't mean. He shook his head and walked to the car, he'd promised his Queen he'd try so it was up to Milla if she worked with him or against him. Once he got to the car he tapped on the window and Milla rolled it down.

"Can I help you Pres?" She asked her voice cold and Clay just raised his eyebrows and gave her a look.

"You can start by calling me Dad." She scoffed and he trudged on. "It's good to see ya here Angel."

"Really, I thought you had enough "crow-eating whores" around?" She asked and he shook his head.

"I never shoulda said that. It just caught me off guard babygirl. No man is prepared to see his daughter in that position." He explained and Milla took a deep breath.

"I get that but it's not like you didn't know Juice and I were lovers. Hell, we even put the little sign on the door. I guess since it's your Club you can ignore that sign." She sighed and Clay chuckled.

"I'm not going to ignore it anymore." He looked at his little girl, his Angel and smiled when he saw her looking back at him. "I didn't mean any of what I said. You're my Angel and that's never going to change. Just...just promise me that if you and your Old Man have to...Go to a damn dorm room!"

He practically shouted and Milla found herself smile. Unlike her mother she could trust an apology from her father. He'd proven to her at a young age that he didn't play games with her like that. She opened her door and got out. After Clay closed it behind her she hugged him but wouldn't let him get off too easily.

"I guess I'm not a whore." As soon as she said it Clay groaned and squeezed her tight.

"You're my little girl and no one's allowed to say different. Not even me. I love you Angel. Now come into the clubhouse, Bobby and Jax have been missin ya." He said as he kissed the top of her head and Milla smiled one he let go and rose to kiss his cheek.

"I love you Daddy." She said softly as she let him take her small hand in his huge paw. She'd always loved holding her Daddy's hand.

"I love you too Angel." He smiled at her before he led her to the clubhouse and opened the door. Once she let go of his hand she walked in and Gemma nodded to Juice who saluted her with a beer. It was done, now their homes would be homes again. They wouldn't be war zones anymore.