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Chapter Eleven
"WHAT?" I yelled into the phone as Cherry reiterated her troublesome news.
"Yeah, tonight Juice and Tig are gonna fight out their issues. Kip just told me that this is what they decided in church. Now that you and Juice are good again the only issue is Tig fucking with a brother. Juice was the one who initiated this shit." She sounded apologetic and I pressed my hand to my eyes in an attempt to push down the headache that now threatened to destroy me.
"Tig fights dirty, Juice barely knows how to throw a punch. Shit, when's this going down?" I was in the middle of filming an outdoor scene and couldn't hand over the reins until it finished.
"Not until late, Clay wants you to be here. Says that Juice will need some help when this is over and that's what Old Ladies are for. I've gotta go babe, Kip's on his lunch break. Before I go, do you think Donna will let me do her toenails, she has the cutest feet?" Cherry asked and it caused me to smile.
Donna, Cherry and I had started spending a lot of time together, so much time that we were a source of discussion around town and in the Club. Everyone got that Cherry and I clicked, we were both MC girls who lived for our men and our club, Donna was a mother of two with a hatred of SAMCRO. Donna and I had our past together and love for each other on our side. No one questioned me with Donna or me with Cherry separately but together, the three of us were an enigma. Cherry had been pushing a makeover for Donna every since she had given me one, but Donna refused. She didn't want to change anything, and I didn't blame her, she had been through too much change in the last five years.
"Yeah Cherry I think she'll let you do a pedi but don't try for the cut or the streaks. You saw her face when you streaked me with the white and red. The way her eyes bugged out was great. You would have thought that you shaved my head or something." She laughed with me.
"You're welcome by the way. Kip says that all Juice has been able to talk about for the last few days is how hot your hair is. We can see how he can't keep his hands off you. According to Donna that's just the natural order of things though." She had started spending time with Donna when our schedules didn't click and I was glad Donna had taken a shine to her.
"We're in a new phase of our relationship, kind of like an intense honeymoon period. I'll let you go now babe. Be sure to let my man know I'll be there." She agreed and I went back to my work.
Anyone who thinks porn is a sexy, fun business to be in has never worked in a studio. It's like any other job; you fill out mountains of paper work, deal with petulant employees and equipment failure. The only difference is that people have sex around you all day and even that loses its appeal very quickly. Today I was working with my least favorite girl and most lethargic leading man. I wished vehemently that Dezondra would either quit or lose her rack, if it weren't for her gargantuan mammaries I would have been free of her long ago. Too bad she was one of our most popular actresses.
"Dezondra darling, buttercup must you keep picking at that patch of skin? Luna has to keep redoing your makeup and the cover-up is expensive. I'd also like to get out of here and see my man at some point in the near future." She just rolled her eyes and Luna covered her up. After that she cooperated, she had her own man to get home to.
It was starting to get dark by the time I could leave and I sped to get to the clubhouse before the first punch was thrown. As I pulled in I noticed the drums already on fire and a crowd starting to form. Cherry grabbed me as soon as I shut off my car and dragged me inside where Tig and Juice were sitting on opposite sides of the room cuts already off. I shook my head at Juice as his eye caught mine. I was glad when he didn't smile, he was getting ready to fight and it wasn't a time for jokes. He started removing his rings and Tig did the same. Shit was about to go down so I walked to my man and he handed me his rings before he stood and stripped his shirt. An appreciative murmur came from the croweaters and it was stifled when Juice grabbed the back of my neck and pulled my lips to his.
"We ready to do this?" My dad asked and Juice released me, nodding his ascension. I stood at his side and Tig nodded too.
The men got in the ring, Tig with Bobby and Kip on his side and Juice with Chibs and Jax. After checking to make sure each man was ready they cleared the ring and it was on. Juice got in the first punch, nailing Tig with a nice right hook. Tig answered with a kidney punch and a left hook. Juice looked rough already but he fought on, getting a vicious uppercut in. Tig looked shocked and impressed but didn't stop the punch he landed against Juice's cheek. Juice took his new momentum and landed a punch to Tig's abdomen knocking the wind out of him allowing Juice to bring two fists down on his upper back and Tig went down.
"Break this up!" Dad yelled and Kip and Jax got in the ring. Kip picked Tig up while Jax grabbed Juice by the shoulders. Tig and Juice looked at each other before they both grinned and hugged. I could hear Tig ask if they were cool and Juice nodded. All the drama was done, hell even I could start the healing process.
Juice climbed out of the ring and Dad threw his arm around him in a sign of brotherly love and I couldn't help but smile. My dad couldn't have done better to let everyone know Juice was family now. They came up to me and I handed Juice his rings, grimacing when I saw his split knuckles.
"It's all good baby, I'm not hurt." He lied but I accepted it.
"Come on Rocky, let's clean you up." He grinned and followed me to the bathroom where I fixed him up and wound up getting screwed against the sink, a trend I was enjoying. He obviously wasn't that hurt.
We walked out of the bathroom and Tig saluted us, while Juice led me to Tig's table and sat, pulling me into his lap. Tig just looked at me.
"We good Mills?" He raised his eyebrows at me and I pulled my poker face.
"Not quite Tig, not quite." He smiled at me and took a pull of his drink.
"Better than nothin'." It made me smile and I snuggled deeper into Juice's arms, breathing in his smell, not put off by the sharp smell of the antiseptic.
I kissed his neck and he growled low in his throat, warning me to stop. I didn't listen and kissed him again, I couldn't help it. Seeing him in ring defending us had turned me on and the bathroom fun had only taken the edge off. He took the hint and pulled my face to his, kissing me with a brutality that took my breath away.
"Go get me a brew baby." He was putting me in my place and I couldn't even be mad, asserting his masculinity was just another thing to add to the list of my turn ons. I got him a brew and was the perfect, attentive Old Lady for the rest of the night and was rewarded by my man fucking me through the mattress. We were definitely in the honeymoon period.