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She Will Be Loved

Chapter 68: Resolutions

By Love Ink

Jax looked around at his brothers seated around the Redwood table, his leg shaking nervously under the table. They'd gone through the routine bullshit, and no one had brought up what had happened with Angela in Oakland, but he knew it was only a matter of time. He figured he'd bring it up, frame it right, and hope for the best before someone else heard it through the grapevine and things spun out of control. Thankfully, Bobby mentioned something about the Mayans, so he took advantage to slide it in. Clearing his throat, he said, "There um...we might have some...additional Mayan problems."

The table fell silent all eyes on him. Clay cocked his head to the side, puffing on his cigar. "What d'ya mean additional problems? Them moving into our territory ain't enough?"

Jax took a drag of his cigarette to calm his nerves as he figured out how best to break the news without having everyone flip out. "Um...Hap's cousin kinda...went apeshit on the Mayan president's kid's bike."

He knew he made a good call calling her Happy's cousin instead of Juice's girlfriend because there was no shouting, no cursing. Everyone was looking at Happy now. The Tacoma Killer's jaw ticked, his hand clenching into a fist. "What?" Happy asked, dark eyes narrowed.

Jax scratched at his eyebrow wondering how to prevent Happy from leaving and going to Oakland to murder Esai. "She um...she found out the Mayan prince orchestrated the hit on her boyfriend in New York, so she..."

"Went Killer on the guy's bike," Tig finished on a laugh as he slapped the table. "Knew I liked that girl."

Happy went to leave, but Kozik immediately pulled him back down into the chair. "Where's she now?" Kozik asked, his hand like a vice on Happy's shoulder, holding him there.

"With Juice. At home," Jax answered, knowing it wasn't a hundred percent true because he didn't exactly know where they were, but at least he could say she was protected.

"He touch her?" Chibs asked, eyebrows raised.

Jax shook his head, thankful that Esai didn't get anywhere near her. If he'd laid a finger on her, no one would've been able to stop Happy from going after him. "Nah, she slugged him, but he kept his hands to himself."

That seemed to ease Happy a bit so much so that Kozik moved his hand off his shoulder. He looked almost proud now. "What'd she use?"

"Crowbar," he replied, fighting a smile himself at the chuckles and murmurs of approval from around the table.

Bobby didn't look too pleased as he shook his head. "How bad is the bike?"

Jax grimaced; picturing the pretty green paint with the deep scratches, all the way down to the metal, the dented ape-hangers, scratched chrome, flat tires, and smashed lights. "Don't think there's a piece of it that isn't damage. 'cept maybe the engine."

A proud, wicked grin spread across Happy's face as he nodded. "Good."

"Not good," Bobby shot back quickly. "This could really fuck things up with the Mayans. We've been waiting to pull the plug for a while, but this...this could accelerate things in a way that's not beneficial to us."

"Please, I don't think Alvarez would ruin a good business deal because his son's an idiot," Piney scoffed, chuckling a bit. "This is a domestic. Had nothing to do with either club."

Kozik nodded in agreement. "That's true 'n' knowin' Ang, she'll probably talk to Marcus' Old Lady or some shit. Smooth things over."

"She that closely tied to them?" Clay asked, eyebrows raised.

Happy's jaw clenched as he stared down Kozik; the blonde had clearly given up too much information. "No."

Jax knew it was a lie, but he wasn't about to correct him. "I don't think we got anythin' to worry about. It was a domestic thing, and its over now. Just wanted to bring it to the club's attention in case it becomes anything."

"I don't like it," Bobby said with a shake of his head.

Clay nodded towards Happy and Kozik. "You two keep her in line. Make sure this is a one time thing, or we gotta start considerin' puttin' some distance between her 'n' the club."

Happy's fingers tapped on the redwood table for a minute as he nodded his head in response. Jax knew it didn't mean anything, though. There was no way Happy would ever forsake his cousin for the club. Family was everything to the Tacoma Killer, and Jax had a feeling if Clay made him choose, it was going to be a colossal mistake. "Nothin' to worry 'bout, Pres."

Marcus was fuming when he got off the phone with his wife. Apparently Angela had called her to say Esai had sent his cousin after her boyfriend in New York, and his stupid cousin had run the innocent guy over. When Angela found out, she'd gone and taken a crowbar to his motorcycle. She'd apologized to Dia for it, saying she didn't know what came over her. While Marcus was sure the girl was sorry and had no reason not to believer her, he still called his brother in New York who'd confirmed it.

He couldn't believe his son had done something so stupid. And to hear his own brother confirm it over the phone from across the country made him feel like a blind idiot. He was the President of the Mayans; he should've been told these things as soon as they'd happened. This wasn't something to just swipe under the rug and hope for the best! He heard his son's truck pull into the driveway and opened the garage door to meet him. "We need to talk, son," he said, gesturing for him to come in that way instead of through the front door to avoid Dia.

Esai ducked his head as he entered, looking a little nervous as the garage door closed behind him. "What's up, Pops?"

"Where's your bike?" he asked, wondering just how honest his son would be.

He shrugged a shoulder, hands buried in his jean pockets. Marcus had seen this guilty expression millions of times while Esai was growing up and he'd done something he wasn't supposed to do. "Wasn't feelin' it today," Esai answered nonchalantly.

"Okay," Marcus replied, nodding his head. "Were you 'feeling it' when you sent your primo to kill someone?"

His blue eyes widened in shock. "Pops..." (cousin)

"You didn't think I'd found out, did you? Didn't think my own brother would tell me what his idiot son did? That Tomas was going to jail for running over an innocent man?"

Esai gaped at him for a moment, clearly struggling with how to explain. "I didn't tell him to kill him! I didn't want that! I wanted to scare the fucker because he wasn't treating my girl well! Wanted him to know he was being watched!"

"That girl doesn't need your protection! She has more than enough guys watching out for her," Marcus stated, seeing right through his son's explanation. "You killed an innocent man for a girl!"

"It wasn't meant to go that far! Honest, Pops. I just wanted...I wanted her to see that he couldn't protect her like I can! You shoulda seen him! He was all kinds of wrong for her!"

Marcus couldn't believe his son's logic! "That does not mean he deserves to die! What you did was reckless and immature! You're damn lucky he had no ties to any club!" he exclaimed getting in his Esai's face. Had he not been his own son, Marcus would've taken his cut, banished him from the club for a senseless act. Yes, his club and its members did bad things, killed people, but it was rare an innocent person was killed for no reason. Not like this. "This ends now. No more chasing her. You leave her the fuck alone before another innocent gets hurt."

"Pops..."

"I mean it, Esai. I hear anythin' happens to her or Lino or Rosita, and I'll take your cut. It's over. Leave Angelita and her friends alone before you start a war over a girl. Don't disappoint me."

Esai's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard. "Y-yeah. You got it, Pops. Won't talk to her again."

Marcus nodded, slapping him on the back. "Good. Now go help your mother with dinner."

Esai walked away with his shoulders slumped, head down like he had when he was a child and had been admonished. Marcus hoped his words had sunk in, and his son wasn't planning some stupid retaliation. A broken bike could be fixed but breaking their relationship with the Sons could lead to war, something his club wasn't ready for yet. They needed to increase their numbers and their weapon stock before taking on such an endeavor. He knew it was only a matter of time; the Sons and Mayans never stayed friendly for long. He just hoped his own son wasn't responsible for it, or some very difficult decisions could fall on his shoulders.

Angela breathed in the fresh night air, her hand shaking as she hung up the phone with Diana Alvarez. She exhaled slowly, closing her eyes and trying her best to slow her heart rate. She'd known they'd find out what happened eventually, but she wanted to get ahead of it before it blew up in her face. What she did was wrong; she knew that. She'd apologized to Dia for it and had explained everything Esai had done. The conversation was awkward at best, but Dia seemed to believe her. Had told her she would talk to Marcus about it, make sure he understood it wasn't a club thing. Clearly she didn't want to start a war either. There was a sense of finality in the conversation that made Angela sad. She loved Marcus and Dia like family, and it hurt to think she'd never be able to go to one of their family dinners or hang out with Dia again.

Sighing, she stood and meandered her way to the bedroom wondering if Juice was still in the shower. As much as she'd wanted to get into the shower with him when they'd gotten home, the phone call had been more pressing, so Juice had given her space and gone to shower while she called Dia. She walked into their room, smiling to herself when the smell of his body wash hit her. The shower was off, but she could hear him humming to himself and the sound of his shaving cream canister. Opening the bathroom door, she found him in just his black boxer briefs, leaning close to the mirror to shave his face.

She leaned against the doorjamb, enjoying the view for a moment. She love the bulk of his muscles, the thickness of his arms and how they felt wrapped around her. He'd gotten more muscular than he'd been in New York, bulked up some. Muscles were now apparent where none had been before. She loved him both ways. "Look at that handsome face," she commented teasingly.

Juice grinned at her for a moment before resuming his task. "How was your phone call?"

Angela shrugged a shoulder. "Dia was surprised, but she said she'd explain it to Marcus," she replied on a sigh. "Don't think I'll be invited to an Alvarez family dinner anytime soon."

She saw his shoulders tense, but he shrugged. "Would you even go at this point?"

It took her a minute to think about the question. Now that she was with Juice and more entrenched in SAMCRO, she definitely shouldn't go anywhere near the Alvarez household. "Probably not," she answered with a frown. She hated the idea of not being able to reach out to Dia if she wanted to; she'd always been so helpful in the past. Still, she knew Dia was loyal to her son as any mother would be. Any information she gave her could go straight to Esai, and that was something she didn't want to risk.

He caught her frown and frowned himself. " 'm sorry, Angel. Know you'll miss 'em."

"Yeah," she agreed on a soft laugh. She forced herself to smile. "And who knows, maybe its not permanent."

"Guess we'll see," Juice said on a shrug. She loved that he didn't shoot her down right away, that he left the door open though they both knew it likely wasn't a possibility. He got his hair clippers out of the drawer before running a hand over his head, testing out the length of his hair for a minute. It was still fairly short, though she could clearly see the longer stretch of hair in the center. He stopped close to the base of his skull where the laceration had been stitched with those dissolving stitches. "You know how to use these?" he asked her, catching her eyes in the mirror as he held up the hair clippers.

Angela furrowed her brows together in confusion. "Kinda. Haven't used them in a long time, though. Why?"

"Think you can help me shave this down? Don't want to nick the stitches," he explained, gesturing to his head.

Her heart fluttered in her chest at the request. For some reason, it felt so intimate to be fixing his hair for him especially since she knew he was so particular about his mohawk. "Sure," she agreed, watching as he oiled the clippers and made sure the screws were still tight. She had a feeling this was a ritual for him, something he did every time regardless of how short his hair was. "Sit."

He sat down backwards on the toilet so he was facing the mirror and handed her the clippers. "Have at it," he stated, pulling a towel around his shoulders.

Angela pressed a kiss to the back of his head lovingly, running her hands over the sides to see where the longer hair ended and the shorter part began. "Here?" she asked, waiting for him to nod before she got to work.

She could feel his eyes on her as she passed the clippers over his scalp. The movement was relaxing, and she found she enjoyed it. Enjoyed that with every pass she could see the tattoos just a little clearer. She could feel his eyes on her reflection in the mirror, feel the heat in his gaze. "Makin' me nervous watchin' me like that," she murmured without looking at him.

"Sorry," he replied, closing his eyes instead. "You're just...really pretty. Hard to look away."

A blush colored her cheeks as she rolled her eyes at him. "Goof," she murmured, leaning in to peck his cheek. She continued her work, slightly amused when she caught him peeking at her. Her heart fluttered; how could a big badass biker be so adorable? She finished up the haircut, carefully taking the towel off to keep the short hair contained and shaking it out over the bathtub. "All done," she stated, kissing the side of his head. "How'd I do?"

He opened his eyes and slowly got to his feet, leaning into the mirror to inspect it. "Looks great, baby," he told her with a big grin as he caught her eyes in the mirror. He turned around to face her, still grinning in a way that made her tingly inside. "Thanks."

She smiled back at him, starting to empty the clippers when his hand covered hers. She raised an eyebrow. "Shit. Am I not supposed to..."

"Stop. Let me," he said, taking it from her and setting it down.

Angela wondered if she realized how those two words set her blood on fire. He'd said them to her several times usually just before he did something that made her toes curl in the best way. "Juice," she said, catching his attention. He turned to face her, and she caught his lips in a soft kiss, her fingertips trailing down his chest, hooking into the waistband of his boxers. She heard his sharp intake of breath and smiled. "How 'bout we celebrate your homecoming?"

"Like the sound of that," he replied, pulling her in by her hips. "But you're wearing too much clothes."

She grinned at him, taking a step back to pull her shirt over her head as his fingers worked on the button of her slacks. She'd been at work before everything happened, so she was dressed more formally than usual. He pushed down her pants, biting at his lower lip when he saw her black lace underwear matched her black lace bra. "Damn, baby," he murmured before turning her around quiet forcefully so her back was to him.

She met his gaze in the bathroom mirror as he lowered his lips to kiss her bare shoulder, making her shiver with anticipation. He smoothed a hand down her stomach before his fingertips disappeared beneath the waist of her panties to tease her. She inhaled sharply, surging against his touch, her head falling back against his shoulder. "Juice," she panted as he teased her. He slid two fingers inside of her, moving them in just the right way that she swore she saw stars. "Holy shit, right there."

His rough chuckle almost sent him over the edge. "Like that, baby?"

She nodded quickly, at a loss for words as she moved her hips with the motion of his hand. His hard length was pressed against her back and every time she moved back into him, his own groan only served to turn her on more. Her insides were coiled so tightly, she needed the release. She was almost there, and then his fingers were gone, leaving her soaking and wanting so much more. "Juice, what..."

"Not yet, baby," he told her with the sexiest smirk. "Gotta wait for me."

Angela whined softly, watching him reach around her for a condom. They'd taken to leaving them in random drawers around the house just in case. She moved her hips back into him, grinding against him, and enjoying the hiss that left his lips at her teasing. "Hurry up."

"I'm goin', I'm goin'," he assured her with a laugh, quickly ripping open the condom. He pushed down his briefs, kicking them to the side before putting the condom on. Slowly, his callused hands pulled her panties down her thighs. Then he was behind her again, he bent his knees slightly before sliding inside of her in one swift thrust. She gasped as he filled and stretched her, her hands clenching the edge of the counter as she leaned forward.

Their eyes met in the mirror again, and the dark hunger in his brown eyes made fire race through her veins. There was something thrilling about being able to watch him move inside of her in the mirror. Watching the way his hands moved over her skin made her feel sexy, confident, and she found herself more turned on than ever. His hands moved to her hips in a bruising grip as he slid back and drove inside of her again with a grunt. His pace was more frantic than the slow love they'd made before, and it was just as amazing. He moved his arm around her stomach, pulling her up to stand against him as his other arm moved around her shoulders, fingers sliding under the lace cup of her bra to pinch and roll her nipple. She moaned, leaning her head against his shoulder again. She reached behind them, grabbing his ass and pulling him into her as he was thrusting. "Fuck, Angel," he groaned, bending his knees again to change the angle as he plunged into her. Every movement sent a jolt through her body in the most delicious way.

He moved one hand between her legs again, his teeth sinking into her shoulder, the new sensations sending her over the edge, his name leaving her lips as shockwaves travelled through her body and she bent forward, gripping the counter to steady herself. He kept moving at a frantic pace, bruising her hips against the hard marble counter, thrusting into her one last time as he came. He leaned over her kissing her back as he gathered her again in his arms, pulling her back into a standing position.

He held her there, one hand pressed to the soft curve of her stomach as she leaned limply against him, totally spent. "You're amazing," he murmured, his lips dotted soft kisses across her neck and shoulders, his other arm banded across the tops of her breast, hand curled around the opposite shoulder.

"Mmm, you are," Angela managed to get out as she tried to catch her breath. She closed her eyes, enjoying being wrapped in his arms with him inside her. She settled her hands on his tattooed arm. Again a sense of love and warmth seemed to fill every inch of her body. Whatever had happened with Esai and Raj was in the past. This was her present. Juice was her present. Her future. And it was looking good.

So here's the thing...this may be the end of the story with an epilogue after...(unless you want little one-shots of the end of Juices prospect year in which case would you want them here or in a new story altogether?).

BUT if y'all are interested, I do want to right more about these two and go through the SOA seasons. It would be a LOT different from "Hands All Over" especially since with the show over now and I see a lot of things that I can change and feel a lot more comfortable changing them.
Let me know what you think, and if that's something you'd be interested in reading!
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~Love Ink