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Chapter Six

Phil POV

"Shut the door!" They all shouted at us as we left the chapel and I jumped at their directive as quickly as I could. Miles wasn't quick enough and Shepard was stung by the VP's response to his stupidity.

"What we do now?" Shepard asked as soon as the door was shut.

"I'm going to the bar, lots to do." Miles said and I nodded; getting shit done seemed like a good idea.

"I'll get a broom, there's plenty of sweeping to do. Maybe you should get a rag and clean some tables." I made the suggestion, hoping the little prick would actually do something.

"Why should we clean up? Isn't that what women are for?" I snorted, he didn't have the inside instruction I did. Juice's wife was an invaluable source of tips and tricks to being a good Prospect.

"We're the bitches now and if you can't handle a little manual labor get the fuck out." I went to the cleaning supply closet and got out a broom and dustpan. I made it out to the bar and saw that the meeting was done. I had a front row seat to the fight starting between Tig, the resident psycho and the pretty boy from Tacoma. Not knowing what to do I went to the VP.

"Should we do anything?" I asked going to break up the fight but Jax stopped me, Milla had warned me that fights and violence were the norm I just didn't know how common they'd be. Didn't matter though, I was a bouncer at a club in Lodi, I had the training.

"Yeah, get some brooms. There's gonna be a lot of shit to clean up." I went to where I'd stashed my broom and watched the fight commence. Both men were skilled fighters and I knew I didn't wanna piss either off.

"Prospect, go to my house and get some clothes for me. I'm not going home tonight." I looked up from the table I was scrubbing down and at my sponsor who looked more confident than he had when he'd left that morning. Amazing what a patched leather vest could do for your self-esteem.

"Anything in particular?" I knew no matter what I did would be wrong at least I'd try to get it right.

"Some jeans a t-shirt, just some clothes and stop by the flower place. Place an order for some flowers and balloons; have them delivered to the hospital so I can pick them up there. Just make sure they look and smell nice. Go." He said the last sharply and I tossed the rag to Miles at the bar before I went out the door and hopped on my bike. I knew where Juice and Milla lived so that took a lot off my mind but the panic struck when I pulled into their driveway. He didn't give me the codes or the keys and I knew he knew better than to leave their door unlocked.

I walked around the parameter of the house trying to find a point of entry when saw a metallic glint from a hole in the mortar next to the back porch steps. He couldn't be that stupid, could he? I discovered that, yes he could be, as I took the key from the mortar. One step down, when I opened the door the alarm started and I decided to try the easy things. I put in the numeric code for "Milla", nothing, her birthday, nothing. Finally I put in their anniversary and there it was. I was really questioning his intelligence, well common sense. I'd never met a more intelligent person, which was part of the reason I'd asked him if he'd be willing to be my sponsor. I also thought he'd treat me better than Tig or even Bobby because he was probably the least respected member. I'd probably put him at about half a step above us. Since I started hanging around he did prove to be more sympathetic and willing to overlook mistakes. He also liked to talk a hell of a lot and his favorite topic was his wife, next was his Call of Duty strategy. Thanks to his big mouth I got into their house and handled his errand. Once I'd completed that task I went to the florist and got some tiger lilies for Milla, I remembered her buying a bouquet of them when I took her grocery shopping once. I also got her some red balloons. One thing I'd learned about Millicent Ortiz, you could never go wrong with red.

I went back to the clubhouse pleased with myself, but not enough to be a smug bitch, and brought the bag of clothes to my sponsor who was seated at the bar with his laptop. He grabbed the bag from my hands, looked through it and gave me a nod of approval. Good, I'd made the right choice of sponsor, unlike Shepard who was getting his ass handed to him by Tig.

"Listen and shut the fuck up Prospect. I told you to get me a brew, that means you go get me a brew. It doesn't mean that you go into a story about your trip to a brewery. Worthless bastard." Miles made a dash over to them and handed Tig a beer while Shepard looked enraged.

Tig took a pull of his brew and went to stand next to Clay while Juice motioned for me to sit down. I did and looked expectantly at my sponsor. So far things seemed to be working out.

"I'm going to the hospital soon, to visit my lady, but I'm running a few programs here. There isn't anyone else who understands half the shit I do so it's your job to watch this and make sure nothing gets corrupted. Something goes off and I expect you to fill in the gaps in the code. Can you do that?" Coding was second nature and this job was better than cleaning the bathrooms.

"Yes sir." He smiled at that and took a drink of his beer.

"Good." He showed me the programs that were running and they were all aimed at the same goal, intercepting messages from secure government mainframes. Shit, I thought I was a good hacker but Juice did things I didn't think were possible. Learning from him would be better than four years at MIT and a hell of a lot cheaper.

I'd gotten up to have a talk with Miles when a SWAT team came through the door. I put my hands up and got on my knees before they even told me to do it. I couldn't help staring at everything as the Sons were all forced to the ground. I went down smoothly knowing there was nothing else that could be done. Once I was comfortably on the floor I looked up at Juice's computer and smiled. He had a suicide button programmed. The second there was trouble he hid his programs behind his desktop so they could still run and no one would be the wiser. The SWAT bastards went through knocking things over and digging around. It was aggravating. I groaned when they turned over the garbage can and the SWAT who had his gun on us snorted. I didn't respond. Provocation was stupid and I wanted to prove that I wasn't stupid.

Later that night we were cleaning up, making everything right again. Shepard was flirting with the croweaters and overall being useless while Miles was tending bar and I was splitting my time between cleaning and running Juice's programs. I'd been concerned about the safety of the laptop during the raid but everything was good. As I sat replacing some corrupted code Shepard sat by me and pointed at the door.

"Look at those bitches man!" He was grinning like a fool and I shook my head.

"Just a couple of the porn girls." I never liked Shepard, didn't know what made him think he could do this shit. He'd nearly shit his pants during the raid.

"Whatever man, I'm gonna go see if the Asian one will blow me." I rolled my eyes as I saw him go up to the chick I recognized from my trips to the hospital. She was one of Milla's friends and starting to become a friend to the club, even so it was a good thing that Juice wasn't here, he hated that woman. I chuckled as I saw Shepard push up on her while she gave him a look of pure loathing and held out her forefinger and thumb in a gesture that implied that he wasn't a very big man. This pissed him off and he got in her face before Tig bellowed from the pool table that he was thirsty and Shepard walked off to get a beer. I went back to the code and was surprised when the pornstar came and sat across from me.

"Hi, I hope you don't mind me sitting here." I shook my head; I had no problem with a beautiful woman with great legs and a nice rack sitting with me. "I'm Chantal by the way."

"Filthy Phil." I gave her the nickname I'd been christened with and shook her hand.

"Filthy Phil huh? How'd you get that nickname?" I was good at multitasking so I didn't get annoyed with her question and went about my business.

"I'm guessing it's phonetic, I actually have better hygiene than half these guys." She laughed and it was genuine, not what I was used to hearing from the croweaters.

"I've seen you at the hospital haven't I? You hang outside Milla's room, deliver messages to the guys. You weren't wearing that cut the last time I saw you." She had sharp, intelligent eyes, the kind that were always on alert. Why did Juice hate her so much?

"I'm officially a Prospect now, I answered your questions now answer mine. Why does Juice hate you? I was warned to be on alert when you came around and to watch you closely around Milla. Why go to all that trouble?" This question caught her off guard and her face turned from a smile to a look of consideration.

"He hates me because we both love the same woman and he knows that if he fucks up bad enough I could potentially take her from him. He views me as the enemy and I can't blame him because I am the enemy. The hate is mutual but there's a truce right now. Until Milla's better I've vowed to stop my moron-baiting. She doesn't deserve the added stress." Once she explained it the puzzle pieces fit. This chick was after his woman and worse than that she already had an in with that woman, no wonder he hated her.

"Fair enough." I finished the coding and let the computer catch up to the script and she gave me a smile again. We sat in silence for a while, me doing my work, Chantal looking at her nails before I heard a curse come from her.

"Oh fuck." I looked up and saw the VP go into the back with one of the blonde stars. From everything I'd seen he was dedicated to his Old Lady but I kept my questions to myself. I had to agree with her sentiment, this wasn't good and the drama level was about to increase.

"Wanna go for a ride?" I suddenly had an urge to get out of there and the programs were on their last run through. I didn't need to monitor them anymore. Chantal looked at me and nodded.

"Sounds good, I don't wanna be on ground zero and I don't wanna be around Tina when she's in pro-Ima mode." I set the computer up at the vacant desk and went outside with Chantal. After I handed her a helmet she got on the bike behind me and we rode around town for a while before she had me go to her place. I'd like to say that I banged a pornstar but that's just wishful thinking. In reality we had some drinks, watched some tv and simply hung out. I could tell that she needed some downtime from the drama and I just wanted to get away for a little bit, especially since things were bound to get more intense. As it was I was going to get my ass handed to me when I got back to the clubhouse but it was worth it. How many guys got the chance to hang out with a pornstar and not pay for it?