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Chapter Eight

Juice sniffled, his brain screaming at him to get it together. He needed to know what happened. That day he lost his whole family, including his sister. Emily was two years older than him, and right after their mother died, she had distanced herself from him. He didn't understand it at first, but when he got a little older, he thought, "I can't blame her for hating me, I didn't even try to stop it." She had turned her nose up at him in disgust, and even told him at one point during a fight that he was no longer her brother, and she hated him. That's when the streets came into view. They were welcoming with open arms, a whole family out there willing to have his back, or so he thought. It wasn't until he showed up in California at his cousin's house, he had heard about a bike rally, and decided to check it out. That lead him to Charming, and he had found himself on the door steps of Teller Morrow wanting to prospect. He was just twenty three years old, young and naïve, but willing and ready. His childhood had been filled with doctors and therapists after his grandparents took him in. His knew family, the streets of New York; shaping him to the man he is today. Loyal and willing to lay his life on the line for the ones he loved, that would never change.

"Tell me why you killed her." Juice demanded.

"Ah, Juan Carlos, that is the wrong question. Maybe you should start by asking me why your sister hates you so much." Tully said, head tilted to the side just so. He was watching, waiting for Juices reaction, wanted to see the little worm squirm on the hook before sinking him deep into the water.

Juice's nose wrinkled up, and he dared bring his head up to look Tully in the eyes, "What?" He asked, if he wasn't bound to the chair, he would have jumped at the guy, punching him square in the face until he knocked his teeth into his throat. "What about my sister?"

"I just thought you'd want to know the reason why your sister hated you so much." Tully said with a shrug. In the back ground, Juice could hear what sounded like several dogs barking, he couldn't pin point the direction, but that's how it is in a desert. Wide open space, any noise or sound could be coming from any direction.

"Your sister, or I should say, half-sister... ever know who her father was?"

Juices eyes widened. It couldn't be, Tully the father? There is no way that his mother would sleep with, or have a relationship with this bastard.

Tully stared at Juice, tied up, mind racing, he enjoyed the look on his face; he was working something out in that pretty head of his.

"No." Juice said shaking his head.

"Your mom wasn't such a nice, well put together person, she was into some heavy duty shit. She may have looked like a good mom to you, but she wasn't. You and your sister should have been taken away from her." Tully said flat out.

"I still don't know what you are talking about." Juice pleaded. Tully could see the four year old child in Juices eyes, the kid never left.

"I met your mom in a bar one night, she was dancing, on the pole. She was beautiful. We dated off and on for three years, and she got pregnant with Emily. We moved in together, and your mom continued to work the bar at night. I stayed home and took care of Emily. Your mom promised me she wasn't sleeping around with anyone." Tully paused, laughed, and looked at the floor with a sigh, he looked sad for a second, before staring Juice in the eye once again.

"She always came home at the same time, so I didn't see how she could be cheating on me, she danced, and served drinks, and was home by three in the morning. Then one day she said told me she had good news, told me she was pregnant. Three months later I asked her to marry me, we'd be a family. Everything was fine, we were all happy. Later I found out I would have a son." Tully quieted down, staring Juice in the eye.

Juice had thought for a moment he saw a tear run down his cheek, but Tully had stood up, and walked behind Juice, before circling him.

"But you weren't my dad." Juice finished for him, throat dry and scratchy. Things were starting to make sense now. "If you're all about that white power shit, then why were you with my mom?"

"That came later, after I found out the truth about you, and your mother." Tully paused, sitting back down across from Juice. His hands ran up his legs, and down, as if willing himself to tell the story.

"After you were born I had little doubt that you were mine. You looked just like your mother…" Tully went silent again, took a deep breath before continuing.

"That day, you were four, I picked you up from preschool. Emily was in school still. I took you home, and as I walked through the door I heard arguing, and there was a man, a black guy, in the living room yelling at your mom. He wanted to see his son, had a right to see him… He was talking about you." Tully paused, tears looked like they were filling his eyes, but he smiled again, and those tears disappeared.

"I grabbed him by his collar, and dragged him out of the house, and as he passed by you, he told you that he was your dad. That you were half black, and that he wanted to see you." Another pause, Tully sat back, as if letting everything he had just said sink in for the first time since that fateful day. Juice was taking it all in, hearing the story for the first time, trying to wrap his mind around the events that ultimately caused his mother's death.

"But why did you kill her?"

"After I kicked that scum bag out, I asked her who the guy was, and what he was talking about. She was crying, and she didn't answer me at first, so I asked her if you were my son, and she said no. She told me that she was having an affair with that guy, and he was paying her good money for it, but he wanted to see you, and she couldn't told the truth back anymore. She lied to me, and she lied to you.

"I don't know what happened, I just snapped, I killed her, I didn't even know you were watching until I turned around. I left you there. I took a shower, and when I came out, you were standing in the same spot, staring at her body. I picked you up, and we went to pick up Emily, and we went to a hotel room. Later that night the police came, and took you kids away, and I went to prison. I got twenty five to life with no parole."

"So why are you here?" Juice questioned.

"I know people, and they pulled some strings for me. I started the Aryan brotherhood, because of your father. I never thought I could hate a man so much in my life." Tully said with a laugh.

"What are you going to do with me? Kill me?"

Juice waited for an answer, but never got one. Tully seemed lost in space, and then suddenly looked back and Juice as if nothing had happened. "You sure that kid is yours? Pretty little thing like herself, she could be harboring a big secret."

"What did you tell Emily? Is the reason that she hates me because I am half black? Is that why you want to kill me too?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen Emily since that night the cops came and took you guys away. Don't get me wrong, I've tried to get in contact with her, she is my daughter, but she doesn't want to have anything to do with me." Tully said sitting forward in his chair.

"Do you think you can get away with this? Whether or not you kill me, my guys are going to find you and kill you, and if you end up back in prison before then, you'll end up dead either way."

"All I wanted was my family. I thought I could fix things with Emily, but I can't. I guess I was hoping to do the same with you, but…" The words were lost, Tully never finished, he couldn't, with both the front and back door being caved in, and men yelling around the house, German Shepard's running through, and barking.

It wasn't SAMCRO, it was the police. However, the distant sound of motorcycles told Juice that they were behind this set up.

"Put your hands up, step and slowly step away from the hostage."

Tully had to laugh, Juan Carlos was no hostage, they were just having a chat in his kitchen, sure the kid was tied up, but that's how it had to be. Nonetheless, Tully did as he was told, his boring into Juices own. Juice sighed of relief when he watched the cuffs be placed on Tully wrists, though he showed no emotion, Tullys eyes were still glued on him, only breaking when two cops dragged Tully out of the house, and into a waiting police car. Another officer came over to Juice, and cut the rope and tape that bound him to the chair.

"Are you alright? Are you hurt? We can take you to the hospital for a look over."

Juice politely turned down the offer, telling the officers that he was fine, that he didn't get hurt, and all he wanted to do was reunite with his family.

Sadness washed over Juice as he watched Tully be taken away, and he couldn't understand why. Then another police car drove away, someone in the back. Juice squinted his eyes, and then took a wobbly step backwards, he knew the back of that head anywhere, and by the looks of it, looking around at the members of the MC surrounding him, Chibs Bobby, Tig, Happy, and both of the newest prospects, only one person was missing. Jax.