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Charming Is Not so Charming

Chapter Sixteen: Donna's Funeral

Juliet had gone over to see Ope the day before the funeral and he just wanted time with his kids. She could tell he was hurting, hurting more than she knew. She knew his pain though, being 10 when she lost her dad. She was a daddy's girl, the only daughter that her dad had.

Tara made matters worse when she told her the day before that she was going back to Chicago. She promised not to tell Jax, that was Tara's responsibility.

Juice had been so attentive to her when he wasn't at the clubhouse. He knew that losing Donna had hurt Juliet badly. Donna was family, she was Ope's wife.

After Juliet left Opie's she headed to the clubhouse and seen the club's attorney, Rosen pull up in front of her. She got out of her car and made her way into the office. They hushed as she passed by and she went straight into the office and closed the door.

She guessed it had to do with Bobby still being locked up for the murder rap. She just hoped that it was bullshit and they would let Bobby go free but she knew that Agent Stahl was going to make it her mission to have Bobby rot in prison.

She seen through the blinds at the garage that the club cleared it out and made the mechanic that wasn't in the club to exit. She went over to the door that connected the office to the garage and closed it.

"Why the hell do they have to have a meeting inside the garage." Juliet mumbled. "It's hot as hell in here as it is."

A few minutes later, she seen Chibs and Jax leave. Juice came into the door from the garage.

"Hey." He said. "Clay wants you to go on home. There's nothing to do here today."

Juliet sighed. Going back to her house alone was the last thing she wanted to do.

"Here." Juice said getting his wallet out of his pocket and pulling out some cash. "Go buy you a dress…you know for the funeral."

"You're giving me money?" She asked amused as she crossed her arms.

"Isn't that what I'm supposed to do?" He asked confused. "The guy always gives the girl money."

"What am I a hooker?"

"No." He said suddenly now very uncomfortable, not knowing what to say.

"I'm just messing with you, Juice." She said going up to him and kissing his cheek and grabbing the money out of his hand.

"$200? Really?"

"Jesus, how much are dresses these days?" He asked pulling out more cash.

She took the other $200 from him quickly.

"Momma needs new shoes." She said grabbing his crotch.

He jumped at the sudden contact.

"Thanks, baby." She said kissing him passionately.

Just when Juice was fixing to deepened the kiss, she pulled away from him. His face showed disappointment.

"Clay would appreciate you banging his step-daughter in his office." She told him teasingly.

"Does the garage count?"

She had to admit as much as she wanted to smack him, she also wanted to take him up on his offer of going into the garage and letting him bang her from behind but again Clay wouldn't appreciate it, especially when he was still there.

"I promise we'll finish this later." She told him grabbing her purse and headed for the door.

He grabbed her arm and pulled her to him and grabbed her neck with one hand and kissed her lips so hard that he was sure he had bruised them. She felt his hardness against her jeans and she immediately got a little wet. He was the first to pull away this time and this time she looked disappointed.

"Not fair." She told him.

"Two can play this game." He said smacking her on the butt.

She gave him a look and headed out.

"$400 for blue balls." He said. "Fan-fucking-tastic."

She giggled over hearing him as she walked to her car.

She headed to Lodi to the mall and finally got the perfect black dress and some knew stilettos. She headed back to Charming and pulled up at her house. She didn't spend all of Juice's money but she wasn't going to tell him that. She was going to make him sweat a little.

The next morning, her and Juice got up and got ready for the funeral. She curled her hair and slipped on the form fitting dress and giggled remembering the expression on Juice's face the night before when she told him she had spent the whole $400.

He came into the bathroom wearing a black shirt and black pants.

"So that's what my $400 paid for?" He asked running his hands down her sides. "I'm glad I made that choice."

"I didn't spend all of it." She finally admitted. "Only half of it. The other half is in my wallet."

"Keep it." He told her. "I don't mind giving you money."

"What about your balls?" She asked after putting on her earrings. "They minded."

He then knew she had heard him complain about his blue balls.

"They got over it." He said kissing her neck. "They got rewarded last night. Many…many times."

She giggled and pushed him away.

"We don't have time." She reminded him.

"Right."

Juice left before she did so he could get to the clubhouse and ride in front of the hearse. Juliet would drive her car and pick up Tara along the way.

They drove into the cemetery behind about a hundred bikes and her mom. They all followed behind the club as they carried Donna's casket over to her resting place.

"Where the hell is Jax?" Juliet whispered to Tara.

"He wasn't answering his cell…I don't know."

She was so pissed at her brother right now. He was supposed to be here, him out of all. He was Opie's best friend.

She took a seat beside Tara and Juice came up and stood beside her holding Jax's cut. Finally she seen him walking across the cemetery. Tara stood, and grabbed the cut from Juice and walked over to Jax and helped him into it. Tara was staking a claim on Jax, just to show Wendy and Gemma that she wasn't going anywhere. She kissed his lips and he walked over to the casket and picked up one of Donna's flowers. He stared over at Clay and Tig. Juliet wondered what that was about. Jax put the flower up to his nose and dropped it on top of Donna's casket and took off walking towards where John Teller was buried.