Juice

"Laura is going to be pissed if she finds out about this," I groaned.

We were running favors for Luann. God I wished Otto had picked a better old lady. I fucking loved porn and Laura was even cool watching it with me sometimes. But me being involved in it was completely different. It had been two days since the problem with Caracara and since Bobby got shot. Laura hadn't freaked out over that because she understood that she didn't need to know about the Mayan gun deal that had gone bad. She also didn't need to know that Opie marched directly into the line of fire. She was pissed at him still because he wasn't returning her calls. She'd been to see Kenny and Ellie almost every day since she'd been back in Charming and she only had another week in town. She was spending most of it with Gemma, helping her with her accident. I was grateful for that. With all the Mayan bullshit, it was dangerous to have my young fiancé around all the time.

"Suck it up," Jax ordered. "You think Tara is fucking excited for me to be around all this? Of course she's not! But she gets that I have to do it and Laura will too. She's been part of this a lot longer."

"Yeah but you're not the one watching hours of porn everyday with the excuse of putting it up on the internet while you hang out in a studio with a bunch of porn stars," I growled.

"Be a man. Tell her to suck it up. Fuck, you're buying a house for her. You're letting her pick whatever she wants to decorate it, on your dime. You'll be getting a double paycheck as MC mechanic and as Caracara technician. You'll be making enough money to get that house payment off your back ten years earlier than you thought. Let Moon know that," Tig growled.

"Let Moon know what?" Laura walked into the clubhouse with a basket of freshly washed laundry and a bowl of muffins stacked neatly on top. She looked fucking adorable in her jeans and oversized white t-shirt. Her long black hair was braided down her back and she wasn't wearing any makeup. It was a sight that I had to drink in. Especially with her leaving for Kentucky in just four days.

"Well, the club is helping out a friend and expanding avenues," I stalled.

"That's great. Is this something that needs discussed with me out of the room or something that can be discussed with me in the room?" she asked, reminding me why I loved her. "I need to put your clothes up anyway and start thinking about packing."

"No, baby. I think this is something that you and I have to talk about alone. Without the company of all the guys around. You know, just you and me and…."

She stared at me with her eyebrow raised before she turned to Half Sack and demanded, "What's going on? I love Juice but he's retarded enough to think that I don't know when he's stalling."

"Well…Juice should…."

"Now, Half Sack, or you'll have No Sack and then you'll be leaving that pretty young bitch that's holed up in Kentucky all disappointed," she threatened.

"Now, Moon, you…you know we're working on getting Cherry transferred to Ireland," Half Sack said slowly.

"Well, maybe she won't have to make a transfer. I mean, a lot of accidents can happen to a girl that technically doesn't exist," Laura said with a shrug. Chibs stared over at me with his eyebrows raised. I smirked a little. My girl was meant to be a Samcro old lady.

"Juice is going to be working at Caracara as the technician. He'll be downloading all the stuff to the internet and helping with their technology in the studio every day. He found out yesterday but he'll be getting a double paycheck and it will help pay off the house sooner and you'll be able to redecorate however you want."

"I've never heard somebody snitch so fast," Chibs said in admiration.

"From now on if we need information we'll just send Moon out with a handgun and a megaphone," Tig said with half seriousness.

"No, we won't." All of our heads snapped up at the sound of Opie's voice from the doorway. "That's not even something to joke about. Going out there could get her killed. She needs to go back to Kentucky, where it's safe for her."

Laura commanded, "Juice, we'll talk about the porn thing in a few minutes. Half Sack, you are terrible under pressure. Opie, outside. Now."

"Laura, I need to…"

"Now," she repeated.

He turned directly around and marched outside with Laura following close behind. Tig sighed, "She seriously gives me half a chubby when she talks like that. It's not dirty talk but it's still fucking hot."

"She is still my old lady, Tig," I warned.

"Whatever. Right now she's acting like Ope's old lady so if she's going all over the place, she's free game."

"She is not doing anything with Opie. She is my old lady. If you keep talking about her like that, I will break your fucking jaw. Got it, Tigger?" I snarled.

"Careful, Juicy boy," Chibs said slowly. "Tig's just playing around. Take the laundry to your room and wait for Laura to get in."

I glared but did as Chibs said.

Laura

"Are you fucking stupid? They call Juice the retard around here but I really think it's you, Opie. I really do," I ranted at the giant man. He knew enough to look down at his feet, ashamed of what he had done. "You were in for a few hours on Christmas. Christmas, Opie. Do you know what it does to those kids? They lost their mom, Opie! Mary is with them all the time. She'll barely let me see them without completely supervising me. She says she doesn't want me "indoctrinating" them. She says I'm a danger to how they'll see SAMCRO. She says I'm a danger to their way of life. She says a lot worse than that but I'm not going to fucking repeat it. They need their dad! God damn it!"

"Moon, I know…I just….it's been…"

"Don't you dare tell me that it's been hard, Harry Opie Winston. You think I don't know that it's been hard for you? You think I can't tell? You think I don't remember those nights you called me crying? I do. I also remember how I haven't seen you since I got back to Charming. Or how you forgot to mention how you're never in town. Or how you walked into the middle of a fucking gunfight the other day. How would you like to explain all of that shit? Huh?"

Somewhere in the middle of that rant, I started poking him in his chest and glaring up at him. He stammered, "How did you find out about the Mayan gunfight?"

"I have my ways, Opie. You need to fucking remember that. I am an old lady, Gemma Teller is one of my favorite people in the world, and I am the only person who Tara feels comfortable talking to. I have a fugitive hiding out near my hometown, I have enough blackmail to bury Half Sack, and Juice sucks at keeping things from me. You won't ever know how I figured things out."

"Look, Moon. It's just something that…."

"It's not something that you have to do, you giant asshole. You're going to get yourself killed and leave those kids with Mary. You remember Mary, don't you? The woman who basically tried to fuck up your childhood? Yeah. She's the one that's raising your kids and you seem to just be perfectly okay with it."

"Look, I love my kids."

"Then prove it, Opie. Get your shit straight. I don't expect it to be done by the end of the night or by the time I leave in four days. But I do expect that in one month, your shit will be in line. Because I will make the flight back here, Opie. And if I have to do that, I am going to drug you, wait until you fall asleep, and shave you. Everywhere. You'll be a big, hairless, naked, mole rat of a man! Now get your shit straight!" I smacked him in the chest for good measure and spun on my heel to storm away. He reached out and snaked an arm around my waist. He pulled me to him and hugged me tightly for a long moment.

"Thanks, Moon. For not giving up on me," he murmured before he let me go. I nodded at him and walked back inside. Chibs pointed towards the dorm rooms and I walked down the hall to where I knew Juice was waiting in our room. He was standing by the dresser, calmly loading clothes into the drawers. I sat on the bed.

"Let's talk about this Caracara thing," I sighed.

"Baby, it's club business. Jax took over Caracara and we're partners now."

I motioned towards the bed and he came to sit beside me. He wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me to him. I rested my head against his chest and said slowly, "Don't fuck a porn star. I put up with the chance that you might sleep with a sweetbutt from another crew or any random girl that you meet on the road. I know you don't fuck around in Charming and I'm grateful for that. I really am. So don't fuck around on me with a Caracara girl. Look all you want, I know you will. Get boners, get hard, and then come back to the clubhouse with blue balls. But do not fuck a Caracara girl. If I find out that you do, that'll be the end, Juice. I'm sorry."

He lifted my head up towards his face and swore, "Laura Moon Mace, eventually Ortiz, I swear on my cut that I will not lay a finger on a Caracara girl. It'll be strictly business."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"Wanna tell me what happened with Opie?"

I stared into his deep brown eyes. I knew that Juice worried about the way I was with Opie. I knew he didn't like the connection between the two of us, which was why I never told him about the day Opie kissed me. It was better to leave mistakes like that quiet. Everybody in the club had their secrets and that one was mine.

"I just yelled at him a little for being stupid. You know, the club calls you the retard but really you're not the dumbest."

"But I am dumb?" He questioned, raising one eyebrow.

"Sometimes. But right now, Opie takes the cake. And I might have to call you to hide Mary's body if she doesn't chill the fuck out when I'm over there."

He chuckled. "Be nice, baby. Killing an old lady is serious business. You know what happens to somebody who hurts a club member. I want to keep you around."

I rolled my eyes and kissed him. I informed him, "I'll be around forever."