Juice was going to head home or back to the clubhouse, wherever Roxy was, but called Chibs first.

"So what did our illustrious sheriff want from you?"

"Can't say over the phone. You at the clubhouse?"

"Yup come on down."

Juice sped to TM and went straight to the bar to see Chibs and Clay.

"They know everything."

"How?" Clay eyed him.

"I don't know, man. He knows we muled the Coke, about the cartel. Wanted me to take a sample of the Coke and give it over for them to test. Reckon they don't want us. Just the cartel."

"Shit." Chibs exclaimed.

"What did you say to him?" Clay asked seriously.

"Nothing much. Just that I wouldn't do it coz there's nothing to sample."

Clay nodded. "Alright. Go to the warehouse and check on everything. Make sure there's no tail on you or any surveillance on the warehouse. See what the prospects are up to."

"Sure thing." He turned to leave but stopped to talk to Chibs. "Roxy go home?"

"Aye. After she locked up."

"No time for pussy, Juice. Move it." Juice blanched at Clay not only referring to his Old Lady as just pussy, but referring to his own daughter as pussy. But he followed his orders and made his way to check on things at the warehouse.

When he got there he was greeted by Phil who was standing, lonely, the front.

Juice had doubled back a few times and was sure he didn't have a tail. He also had a good look around the property but could see no tell tale signs of surveillance.

He hung around with the prospects for a bit waiting for Miles to come back from his turn at patrolling around the warehouse. But he started getting cold and gave up. Shit he wasn't a prospect any more he had a girl to get home to, and probably fight with, so he said his goodbyes and mounted his bike.

By the time he got home it was well after midnight and Roxy was fast asleep. Not in the mood for the argument he was sure would happen, he quietly slipped his jeans and tshirt off and carefully placing them in the wash basket before climbing into bed next to his girl to enjoy the peace while it lasted.

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Roxy heard Juice come home late the night before but just didn't have the energy to deal with him after he'd been such an ass to her about Harley earlier. So when she woke up to him snoring in her ear she continued to let the rage boil.

Roxy threw herself out of bed and stomped around the room gathering her clothes for the day. She chose her usual tight blue wash jeans and paired it with a tight fitting navy blue tshirt and stormed her way to the ensuite. Not caring if she woke him up or not. Serve him right to talk to her like shit. Perhaps she was just hormonal and overreacting but then again; he was an asshole.

Juice heard Roxy stomping around the room but decided he needed a few minutes to get himself together before they had it out so he decided to pretend he was still sleeping while she had a shower.

When she came out of the ensuite, fully dressed, hair tied up, she made her way to her dresser to start her makeup, deliberately ignoring him sitting on the end of bed.

Juice sighed. "So we're gunna be immature about this are we?"

Roxy was stood with her back to him facing her dresser mirror applying mascara. "Hmm? Oh no. Not immature. I just have the decency to keep my mouth shut if I'm incapable of speaking nicely to the other person." She smiled sweetly at him in the mirror.

"Fucks sake Rox don't be like that." He rubbed his hand over his mohawk.

"Like what?"

"All snarky."

"Don't like it, do you?" She turned to glare at him. "Neither do I." She walked toward him. "I may be your Old Lady, but I will not take orders or be spoken to like that. I'm not my mother and you're not Clay. So cool it." She moved to walk past him to grab her sneakers but he grabbed her wrist.

"I don't have time for this shit, I got a lot of club shit going on and I'm stressed so can we just have this out and move on?"

Roxy saw red now. He didn't have time for this shit? Really? "Oh yeah coz all I do is sit on my ass all day twiddling my thumbs, awaiting your next order." She jerked her wrist out of his grasp. "I don't have time for this 'shit' either. So get back to me when you've gotten over yourself." She bent down, grabbed her shoes, bag, and jacket and stormed out of the room.

"Roxy?! Come back here. We're not done!" He jumped off the bed, completely pissed now at her dramatic over reaction to a simple request on the phone. He followed her through the living room.

"Yeah. We are, Juan Carlos." He tried to stop her again, and she looked into his face, eyes boring into hers and his nostrils flaring. "Come talk to me when you've calmed down and can act like a normal adult." She jerked away from him again and slammed the front door behind her.

He swore in frustration and swept the vase on the end table onto the floor, relishing the sound of the crash in his anger. Why was she being such a bitch? What was with the over reaction to him asking her to do something? She had to listen to club shit and at the end of the day she was his Old Lady. She agreed to that so she needs to get with the program.

He was going to storm off to his room to get ready for the day but the shards of vase lying on the floor were pulling him back. The compulsion in his head told him he had to clean it up, but he turned back around and forced it away. She could clean it up. He had shit to do. But ignoring it only got worse and made the ominous feeling in the pit of his stomach grow.

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Harley had cooled off over night and made her way back to the clubhouse to see Roxy. They were currently leaning on the wall at the front of the office. The mechanics were getting ready for opening while the two girls smoked.

"Guess I owe Bobby an apology." Harley exhaled her smoke.

"Maybe. It's up to you. In terms of club life he did nothing wrong. Prison clause. But morally I think you have every right to be angry with him."

"To be honest I'm more angry with my Ma for doing that to pops. But she's not here. I can't talk to her about it." Her breath hitched in her throat. "I was talking to Lyla last night and she says I should apologise."

"Do what you're comfortable with. Plus you don't know the story. She was probably really lonely and in need of someone." She was quiet a moment. "Why Bobby when there was always a room full of hot male porn stars surrounding her I don't know. But hey."

Harley laughed at that and the two continued talking as they watched Opie and Jax exchange heated words.

"Wonder what's up with the old married couple?" Roxy gestured to them.

"Lovers tiff."

Opie got up to leave Jax and wandered over to his bike looking a bit lost. Jax made his way back into the clubhouse.

"I'm gunna go see what's up with the jolly giant over there."

"Sure thing. I'm gunna hang for a bit before I head to the studio. See if Bobby comes by."

Roxy nodded and made her way to Opie.

"What's going on?"

"Hm?" He looked to her. "Oh nothing."

"Trouble in paradise?"

"Something like that."

"I feel ya."

"Thought you and Juice were all good?"

"Thought you and Lyla were all good too."

"Touché. What's going on with you guys?"

"I dunno Ope. He's been a bit more... unusual lately. And yesterday he just pissed me off. He gave me a order, would you believe? Like a legit demand." She made a disgusted sound.

"Club related?"

"I guess. But still. He knows I'll do what he asks but he had to go and be all 'Old Man' on me." She sighed and sat on Jax's bike seeing as it was next to Ope's. She knew he wouldn't mind.

"Way it is sometimes. Cut him some slack though. Lots of club shit going on right now he just needs support."

"Yeah? Well I do too." She huffed.

Opie gave her a sad smile but kept his opinion to himself. She knew what the deal was when she agreed to be his Old Lady.

"So you and Lyla? Or you and Jax? Which relationship is down in the dumps." He smiled and threw his gum wrapper at her.

"Found Lyla's birth control yesterday." He said solemnly.

"I thought you guys were trying for-" she cut herself off. "Ohhh. Oh. Right. I see."

"Yeah. So here I am wondering why she's not pregnant yet, turns out she never planned on it."

"I'm sure you'll work it out though. Maybe it's just not the right time for her."

"Doesn't matter." He looked out across the lot. "I'm just trying to fill a void. First with Lyla, now with a kid, but I'm beginning to realise it's not closing."

Roxy reached out to touch his arm. "Opie, Donna's void will probably never fill. But it doesn't mean you can't still be happy. And you don't need to forget her, but you need some company. You deserve that after all."

Opie looked up to her now. "Thanks Rox. And just go easy on Juice. He tries so hard to impress us, you, your Ol man and brother, sometimes to impress one you gotta hurt another."

"Mmmm well he keeps it up and I'm hurting him." She smirked and moved in for a hug, Opie and her grew really close after the Mayan incident and what with the guys inside, closer than they had been growing up thanks to their age gap.

"Oh I don't doubt it. Now get back to work." He pushed her towards the garage.

"Yeah, yeah. Says the guy who's not worked a shift in the shop for well over 2 months." She paused and turned back to him. "Just talk to Lyla. Sort it out, figure out what you both want. But if her company makes you happy then I suggest you cut her some slack and keep her around."

Opie felt his stomach drop then. Thanks to his stunt with Ima it was likely there'd be no keeping Lyla round now.

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Juice made his way to the warehouse with the others. Thankfully they were handing the Coke off to the Mayans today which took some of the heat off them.

He watched on as Opie and Chibs counted the Coke. But everyone was surprised, no one more than Juice to notice that they were one brick light.

All hell broke loose as the two MCs argued it out. Jax and Clay sent everyone out so they could talk to Alvarez in peace. Chibs pulled Juice to the side when they got outside.

"What the hell boy?"

"I didn't fucking take it! Why they hell would I tell you and then do that?!"

"Well someone did."

Juice glared at Chibs, not believing he was getting the blame for this.

Jax and Clay emerged from the warehouse and made their way over to the two.

"Juice?" Clay questioned.

"They must be pressing someone else too. They wouldn't put all their eggs in one basket. Plus I as much as told them yesterday it wasn't happening."

Clay sighed and rubbed his hand over his face. "So we gotta figure out who else it was. No way Bobby or Tig would do it. Or Happy. Just leaves Miles and the prospects."

"Miles wouldn't. Couldn't be the prospects, man. They didn't know what was in there." Jax said.

"They knew it was worth protecting though." Clay retorted.

The guys were at an impasse. This was going to be a long day.

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Roxy's day just got a whole lot better. She was stewing about Juice when a cab pulled up in the lot. She watched as Tig's daughter Dawn emerged from the cab. What the fuck was that poisonous bitch doing here?

She felt bad for the girls and the shit they had to put up with growing up in their parents' relationship. But Dawn was a mega bitch to Tig and he never deserved it.

Roxy called for one of the mechanics to watch the office, grabbed a smoke, and made her way over to Gemma and Tara who were talking with Dawn.

"It's Margaux now, with an x." Dawn smiled sickly sweet. Ugh Roxy just wanted to punch that look right off her face.

"Roxy hiiiii. Good to see you." She pulled Roxy in for a fake hug. Gemma raised her eyebrows behind Dawn's back and Roxy rolled her eyes. Tara watched the exchange in amusement.

They arranged for Chucky to hunt down Tig as they dealt with Dawn's drama.

As the group entered the clubhouse Tara handed Thomas over to Piney, before they were met with another of Roxy's favourite people. Ima. Emerging from a dorm room.

"Morning." She said, cheerily.

Tara was immediately on the defensive. A result from Jax and Juice's stupid plan to drive the girls away before Ireland.

"What are you doing here?"

"I was a guest." Ima responded snarkily.

"Whose?"

"Is that really any of your business?" She eyed Tara up and down.

"You should make it our business." Gemma and Roxy moved forward.

"I was invited."

"Invitations over." Tara joined the group.

"Now would be a good time to get your shit and get out." Roxy stared her down.

The four women stared down but Ima didn't move.

"Bitch, she will rip your little tits off." Gemma motioned to Roxy.

Ima have them another look and decided to leave. Tara stormed out the building and Roxy hoped like hell that her brother wouldn't be so stupid. Gemma and Roxy took off after her to find out.

"Jax come home last night?"

"Not the point. She shouldn't be here. I hate this shit."

"I know, baby."

The three stopped when they saw Lyla coming out of her car.

"Great. Here comes another one."

"Be nice Tara. She's a good one."

Tara snorted derisively.

"You guys seen Ope?" Lyla asked hopefully.

Oh shit, Roxy thought. This wasn't good. It would explain Opie's mood this morning.

"Uh. I think he's with the guys." Gemma answered.

"Oh ok. He didn't come home last night. I'm just worried."

Yup. This was not good.

"Uh I think they had a late one. Sure he just crashed here."

"Oh ok." She looked down.

"Something wrong?"

"No." She paused. "We're struggling a little. Lot of distance. We don't talk much."

"Just lizard brain baby. Happens to all guys when they get married." Gemma tried to reassure. But Roxy couldn't me Lyla's gaze.

"Yeah just give it some time." Tara interjected when no one else spoke.

"Ok." Lyla seemed to accept it and the girls made to leave.

"That felt shitty." Tara whispered when they were far enough away.

"Yeah not our business."

They continued walking until Roxy, however, noticed Lyla spot Ima's car.

"Uh we got trouble." She said to the others as she gestured to Lyla storming into the clubhouse.

Roxy ran after her and stopped just inside the door as Lyla and Ima faced off.

"What are you doing here?"

"Nobody says good morning any more."

"You spend the night?" Lyla asked tensely.

"You don't wanna know sweetie."

Lyla knew it then. "You back stabbing little gash."

Roxy was ready to pull Lyla back if she had to.

"Hey, I was just following his lead. Married pussy, is boring pussy."

Roxy saw just as much red as Lyla did at that point and the two of them lunged forward to grab at Ima, but Ima pulled her gun out.

"Hey hey hey hey!" Tig yelled as Piney manoeuvred Thomas out of the line of fire.

"I will blow a hole right through that pretty little yammy of yours." Ima waved the gun around as she tried to leave. As it passed over Roxy she felt pure rage bubbling in her veins.

"Why him?" Lyla just asked dejectedly.

"You want answers honey? Go ask the cock that was inside me last night."

Roxy stood in the way of Ima as Lyla started crying and stormed off. Roxy stared down the barrel of Ima's gun, she knew she wouldn't use it, she just wanted to wind her up, show her who she was messing with.

Tig moved over and stepped in, worried that Roxy was getting too close. "Get out. Now." He pointed to Ima.

She lowered her gun, only slightly, but started moving back.

"Keep that .38 close bitch, you're gunna need it." Tara threatened as she walked past her out the door.

Ima made a hasty exit and when Roxy was sure she was on her way out she grabbed her Ma's gun and ran out into the lot just as Ima drove past. Roxy took aim and shot out the back windscreen as she drove past. "Stupid slut!"

Gemma watched on and cheered. That was her girl! "Feel good baby?"

"You got no idea."

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The guys had Happy and Miles stage an interrogation to try scare the prospects. Juice did feel sorry for them, he knew it wasn't them, they were too innocent. Must have been Miles. He was the only one that made sense. But Miles was off now, sent to survey the security footage. Usually it'd have been Juice's job, but they needed him at the warehouse for the interrogation seeing as he was now classed as a senior patch.

Ope's phone rang just as Phil threw up with the tension of the roulette, he answered. He filled in Juice and Jax and the three left the room, bumping into Clay.

"Where you guys going?"

"Domestic at the clubhouse. Psycho porn star pulled a gun on Gemma and the girls."

"Jesus Christ." Came Clay's response. "They alright?"

"Gunna find out."

"Well I need one of you to stay here."

The three looked between each other before Juice stepped forward. "I'll stay. Roxy's pissed at me anyways."

"Yeah she is." Ope chuckled.

Juice frowned. How did he know? "Sure. Can you just lemme know how she is?"

"Sure brother." Jax and Ope left leaving Juice behind to stew some more on the increasingly frustrating situations he found himself in.

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Roxy couldn't stay in the clubhouse listening to Dawn's shit any longer. All she wanted off Tig was money. And he was falling for it. Dawn had no idea how lucky she was to have a dad like Tig and she just took advantage.

She went back to the office to hang with her Ma when Clay, Jax, and Opie roared in. She had a piece of her mind to give Opie that was for sure.

She walked over with Gemma and the group made their way over to the clubhouse.

"You ok?" Clay checked.

"Yeah." Roxy and Gemma responded.

"Where's Lyla?" Ope asked.

"Clubhouse."

"Ima?" Jax questioned.

"She took off, right after Roxy put a round through her back windscreen." The guys looked towards her then. "She said some cruel shit Ope. This may be none of my business, but you hooking up-"

"Mom don't." Jax was pissed now.

"Bitch pulled a gun on us."

"No, she's right. It's my shit."

The group continued walking when Piney stood up from his spot at the end of the bike row and knocked Opie to the ground with a solid punch to the head.

"Jesus!" Roxy exclaimed.

The guys let Opie stand up on his own before turning to Piney.

"Your dick almost got people killed." He looked Opie up and down. "I don't know who you are any more." He glared once more and stalked off.

Opie let Tara patch him up inside the clubhouse and Tara did not hold back on letting them know she was pissed and stormed off as soon as she was finished. The two guys raised their eyebrows at each other as Tara left.

"Doc seems pissed." Ope stated.

Roxy was still angry as hell and it irked her more that Juice didn't come to see how she was. "Wouldn't you be?" She hold off her seat. "You're both jackasses."

And with that, she too, stormed off.

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Juice had managed to sneak a quick text in to Roxy while they left the prospects in the room with a loaded gun. Juice knew they wouldn't get an answer as his gut feeling told him they didn't do it.

He led texted her to see how she was after Ima. But the only response he got was "what do you care?"

So he left it. She wanted to be a bitch then have at it.

Chibs walked back over to Juice and Happy as Juice was flicking his phone open and closed, thinking about Roxy.

"We gottae put one of them down." He said.

"Whoa whoa whoa. I don't think it was them. Roosevelt surely would know that the prospects wouldn't have that kinda clout in the club."

They argued for a few minutes before Juice managed to convince them to give the guys 15 minutes. He didn't think they took it but maybe this last bluff would work.

"I gotta take a piss. Clear out. Give em the 15."

Chibs shrugged and agreed after sending Happy to sit on the prospect's bikes to stop them leaving.

Juice made his way into the scrub on the other side of the warehouse to take a piss when he bumped into Miles.

"What you doing out here?" He asked.

"Oh just cutting through from the guardhouse." Miles shifted uncomfortably. That's when Juice noticed the missing key of blow sticking out from Miles' pants.

Miles noticed Juice's gaze and the two stared each other down for a second.

"Jesus, you took it?" Juice asked. He started to pull his gun out, intending on taking Miles back to the guys to explain. He knew Roosevelt was behind this and he didn't want Miles to die for making the very mistake he could have done.

"Whoa, easy man!" Miles stated. "I'm not carrying." He pulled the blow from his pants. "You gotta let me explain!"

"Yeah. Back at the warehouse." He gestured for Miles to get moving. "Let's go."

Miles nodded, but then panicked, he threw the Coke at Juice and lunged for his gun. The two struggled over the weapon for a second and it fired into Juice's leg. The searing pain caused Juice to double over and he saw stars for a second. This gave Miles the chance to rip his knife from his pants. Juice came to his senses just in time and grabbed the gun, Miles lunged at him with the knife, ready to stab him. Juice panicked, he couldn't move to defend himself, and felt trapped. Adrenaline and primal survival instincts coursing he raised the gun and shot Miles right in the head.

Miles dropped right in front of him and Juice could taste the metallic spray of blood that covered his face. There was dead silence for a millisecond before the gunshots triggered a ringing in his ears.

When the ringing subsided he could hear the guys calling for him. He couldn't help the groan of pain that fell out of his mouth as they approached him.

"Juicy!"

"What the hell happened?" Happy growled.

"He was walking back through with the key. I was trying to get him to come back to the warehouse to explain but he freaked out. Tried to kill me. I took one in the leg in the fight but he pulled his knife. I had to kill him, man. I had to." Juice panted his confession to Chibs as he and Happy helped him to his feet.

"S'alright Juicy boy. You did what you had to."

Happy unloaded several rounds into Miles' lifeless body. "Lying bitch!"

Chibs glared at him. "You get him?"

Happy nodded and wrapped Juice's arm round his shoulder again and helped Chibs move him back to the warehouse just as Jax, Clay, and Opie pulled in.

"What the hell happened?" Clay

"Miles. Juicy Boy caught him with that."

"Shit. Miles?" Ope asked.

"He is very dead." Happy growled almost gleefully.

"I oughta shoot you guys for patching him in." He turned to Juice. "Good work, Juicy."

"Yeah." Juice panted through the pain. Pleased with receiving Clay's praise despite it being at the cost of a brother.

"Look uh, Romeo's gunna be here any minute."

"Yeah we'll clean this up. Pack it away." Jax took the Coke and moved off to the warehouse.

"Get him in the van." Chibs gestured to the prospects.

Clay pulled Happy with him. "The thief. Put him in deep. No marker. Have Laurel and Hardy do it."

"Yes I will." He moved over to the two helping Juice. "Finished here, find me."

The prospects nodded, relief filling them at being out of the line of fire.

"We'll take him to Jax's. I'll call Tara." Chibs stated to the group.

"Roxy." Juice panted. "Get Roxy."

The prospects helped him in the van and Phil then called Roxy. Not looking forward to the conversation.

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Roxy looked at her buzzing phone, thinking it would be Juice once again she wasn't going to answer. But the unknown number flashing on the screen made her think twice.

"Hello?"

"Roxy?"

"Yeah. Phil? What's wrong?"

"Juice. He was shot-"

"He what?!"

"He's ok. I think. We are taking him to Jax's."

"Shit. I'm on my way." Roxy ended the call, heart in her throat and ran across the lot to her car, feeling like total shit at how they left their morning.