So basically this is just a short filler chapter. Also great guess guys! You'll find out exactly who this guy is in the next chapter, as for anything pie related, I can't promise anything, you are just going to have to wait and see! Hope you all enjoy this and the Memorial Day weekend! I'll update again in a a few days! Do your thing guys! :)

Chapter Six

"I'll let the girl go in exchange for Juice." He said, eyeing Juice with a smirk on his face, the kind that would send chills down your spine.

Juice walked forward, having absolutely no problem with the exchange, as long as it meant Nikki would be fine, but a hand on his shoulder pulling him back stopped him in his tracks, it was Chibs' hand. " What do you want with the lad?" Chibs questioned.

"We have some history, I just want to catch up." He said, tilting his head, eyeing Juice expectantly. Maybe somewhere in his crazy mind he'd expect Juice to remember him. Maybe he thought Juice would miss him just as much as he's missed Juice. He thought' he'd understand the extent of his search for the kid, and how difficult Juan Carlos Ortiz was to track down.

"Who are you?" Juice asked through gritted teeth, surrounded by his brothers.

The guy remained calm, not even a flicker of expression upon his features. His hand remained firm on Nikki's shoulder, holding her steady. He tilted his head to the other side, like a bird eyeing a worm. "Don't tell me you don't remember me. How is that even possible?" He said with a short laugh, more to mock the kid with.

Juice had enough of the mind fucking, they weren't going to get anywhere with this back and forth shit, and no one was going to pull the fucking trigger, because Nikki was in the way, so Juice brushed Chibs' hand off his shoulder, and took the bold steps towards the taller dark haired man.

"Juicy! Fucking Christ!" Chibs shouted, but it was faint in Juices ears. Juices mind rang with this static, filling his head and ears, forcing his mind to not think right, and his ears to not hear his brothers calling him back to safety. This wasn't the plan, there would be no trades. The plan was simple: go, get Nikki, kill those bastards, and go home. Now Juice was giving the guy what he wanted, the trade, Nikki for himself.

Nikki was pushed forward, and Juice was shoved into the black van. Juice didn't even look back. Once the door was closed, Chibs ran over, helping Nikki to her feet. Tig, Happy, Bobby and Rat all firing at the van, but it did nothing, except shatter a window. The van rolled on, until it was out of sight, Nikki left in the dust with the Sons, and Juice being taken god only knows where.

Back at the club house, Nikki was sitting, cradling her daughter, and sobbing. She was so conflicted, on one hand she was so happy to be back in a safe environment, holding her daughter, than on the other hand she was scared and upset, now she was safe, but Juice wasn't. She knew in that moment that no matter what he really did love her, he took her place without even batting an eyelash.

Chibs placed a gentle hand on Nikki's shoulder causing her to jump a little, but she calmed down once she saw the Scots face.

"How are you holding up, lass?" Chibs asked, pulling a chair out, and taking a seat in front of her. Willow slept peacefully in her mother's arms, Nikki shrugged her shoulders, and shook her head, "I don't understand." She said, eyes welling up with tears again.

"No one does. The guys are reaching out to some of the other clubs, trying to track down who this scumbag is. Don't you worry, we are going to find Juicy, and we'll bring him back, we'll finish this."

"What does that mean?" Nikki asked, and Chibs placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder once again, and said, "Don't worry about it sweetheart. Everything will be fine. Just worry about that little girl."

Nikki shivered, "He called me that; sweetheart. He was so nice, and calm, he took care of me. I wasn't afraid of him." Nikki sighed, and shook her head, "That is insane, for me to even think that, and feel comfortable with him. I even felt myself wanting and waiting for his company." No sooner than Nikki's tears stop, they would start up again, and all Chibs could do was stand there, patting the lass's shoulder, and give his word that everything would be fine, but would it really be?

They had no idea who this guy was, except by the looks of his tattoo's he was all for white supremacy, and he had some past affiliation with Juice. How and why, Chibs had no idea, but they were going to find out.

Chibs had ordered Rat to keep a close eye on Nikki. Had ordered him and Chucky to make sure she was comfortable, and got whatever she needed when she needed it.

Chucky had told Chibs: 'I accept that' with a nod of his head and that goofy smile on his face.

After, Chibs had gathered the crew up to talk to them about their current situation.

"We should get in contact with the rest of the charters; let them know some psycho is out there targeting families." Bobby said.

"Aye, you get right on it then." Chibs ordered. "All we know is this white trash piece of shite only stands with his own color.

"So what does he want with Juice?" Tig asked, more out of frustration, running his fingers over his forehead.

The question hung in the air, everyone pondering the same thought. The club had known about that there was very little of Juice that was "white" if any at all. They knew about his dad being black, and Juice being half that and Puerto Rican. It just spelled out trouble for Juice. They had to get to him before anything happened to him.