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Chapter Sixteen
I walked into the clubhouse, stressed and annoyed. According to Luann, Dad had informed her that it was no longer safe for me to work there since ATF was on his ass and she agreed. I could still work there but I lost my position as production assistant and all my paychecks would be under the table. As I looked around I saw my Mom sitting by the bar with paperwork, Tig, Chibs and Bobby playing some pool and Juice on his laptop. I stalked up to him and took his brew, slamming it before he could really register that I was there.
"Hey baby, bad day?" I let out a dry humorless laugh and he wrapped an arm around my waist. "What's wrong?"
"I'm no longer officially employed. This really sucks baby." I pressed my head to his shoulder and he held me tighter. "Also, I went home and you weren't there."
"Well I'm here; I didn't wanna be home alone. I never thought I'd miss Cherry and Sack, but without them the house feels empty." He turned around and wrapped both arms around me as he pulled me between his open knees.
"Yeah, I miss her but I'd rather have her gone and safe than at the mercy of that ATF bitch." He nodded in agreement and pulled me in tighter, "I'll get you another brew."
I moved out of his arms and grabbed a beer for him and a glass of water for myself. As I stood next to him he continued organizing his music on his laptop while he massaged my hip. We laughed as Dad praised Otto for shattering Stahl's face. It was something we all wanted to do. Suddenly a group of cops appeared on the closed circuit and my heart stopped.
"Clay, cops!" Juice slammed the laptop shut just as the door slammed open and broke the window.
As they stormed in one of the agents grabbed my shoulder and roughly pushed me down. Juice made a move to protect me but before he could he got pushed down as well. I looked up and saw Stahl come in. Juice reached over and grabbed my hand, making sure I made eye contact with him. He knew I hated raids; I could deal when I wasn't in them but it was hard to deal when I had a gun in my face. Suddenly the sound of cuffs clicking closed could be heard.
"Robert Munson, you are under arrest for the murder of Brennan Hefner, anything you say can be used against you in a court of law." I broke eye contact and watched them taking him out. My heart was beating so fast I felt like I'd run a marathon, this was the kind of shit my doctor had warned me about.
Stahl wandered around and I watched as she kicked my Dad and Mom before she came to where Juice was still holding my hand she knelt down and gave us a sickly sweet smile. She gave us each a once over.
"Well what have we here? The princess and the outlaw, I hope you've got better manners than your momma." I closed my eyes and looked down, fully aware that if I looked into her eyes I'd launch myself at her. She got up and pressed her foot on our clasped hands, it hurt but neither of us was willing to break the contact. She gave up and toed our hands.
"Maybe romance isn't dead." Was her parting remark before she walked out of the clubhouse and I looked up to meet Juice's eyes again. He held my gaze as the agents started filtering out, once the last one left we all got up off the floor and Juice held me to him, unwilling to let go until Dad called church into session.
Once the guys were in the chapel I went to Mom and we held each other. I couldn't help but notice that she was nursing her side and if I hadn't already hated Agent June Stahl I would have hated her at that moment.
"I wish Otto would have broken her neck." She hissed as she had me get her a makeshift icepack at the bar. I could do nothing but agree with her.
The next morning I decided to sleep in, I had no job to get up for and decided to luxuriate in sleeping in my warm, sunny room. Juice and I had simply spent the night holding each other and I wanted those good vibes to continue and they did, until I remembered Uncle Bobby was in prison. I got up and had to rush to the toilet, I hated prisons and the thought of a man that I loved so thoroughly in one tore me up inside. After I washed out my mouth I took a quick shower and headed out, desperate to be anywhere. My first stop to Donna's turned out to be a bust, she wasn't home or answering her phone so I moved to the next spot on my "to-do" list. As I pulled into Oswald Construction I almost reversed but stopped myself. It was a plan I'd been working on for a while.
"Oswald Construction, how may I help you?" The woman at the desk was a little too chipper for my tastes but I decided to suck it up. I needed to talk to Elliot Oswald.
"I don't have a meeting with Mr. Oswald but I really need to speak with him. It's Millicent Morrow." At the mention of Morrow her eyes widened and she immediately got on the intercom. Within a few moments I was ushered into his office with a cup of tea and some crackers, the royal treatment.
"Ms. Morrow, this is a surprise to say the least." He sat back and I could see he was very nervous.
"I'm sorry for just showing up like this, I've had a hard few days." I sipped the tea, surprised that it was strong.
"From what I've heard everyone associated with Sons of Anarchy has had a few hard days. What can I help you with Ms. Morrow, I hope that it's not Club related." I knew that since he was running for Mayor any negative association could take him down.
"I'm here to plead my case to you Mr. Oswald. I know that you're looking for a new personal assistant; I have a great deal of experience working as an assistant. I have several wonderful references and you can access my portfolio and resume online. I decided to come here rather than apply remotely because you could too easily dismiss me. Just look at my work Mr. Oswald. If you don't want to hire me I won't darken your doorstep again." I finished my tea and bit into one of the crackers while Mr. Oswald gave me an assessing look.
"You really do want this job don't you?" He asked as he folded his arms over his chest.
"Yes sir." I nodded and moved closer to the edge of the seat.
"I'm not going to lie Ms. Morrow, your tattoos and piercings would need to be covered and I would need to get security clearance for you but, I honestly will consider you as an applicant. If I can't hire you as a personal assistant you have my word that you will have a job with Oswald Construction." He put out his hand and I shook it gratefully
"Thank you Mr. Oswald." After some final goodbyes I walked out of the office and got in my Jeep. I couldn't believe that I was going to try earning outside Club interests again. I hoped it would work out this time.
As I drove around town I found myself passing "Freddy's Tattoo" more than once. Usually I got my tats from Hap but I felt the calling for new ink. I wanted a surprise for Juice, to thank him for supporting me through all the shit we'd been through the last few months. I parked and went in, nervous about what I was about to propose. It seemed like too much of a "drunk freshman" or crow eater thing but I knew I'd get the point across.
"Wait out front someone will be with you in a minute!" Freddy yelled from the back and I sat on a bench with a magazine. Freddy came out a few minutes later and gave me a smile. "How can I help you Milla?"
"I want a tattoo Freddy. Can we talk about it?" I got up and he nodded and had me follow him back to the studio where he had me sit down on the table.
"What did you have in mind Milla?" He asked as he got out some paper to sketch on.
"It's actually quite simple. I want a crow in flight above the words "Property of Juice" on my lower back." I got off the chair and lifted my shirt to show him the approximate location.
"I can do that, just let me get a design traced out and we'll get started." He got to work and I liked what he did.
Soon enough we got started and I held in my excitement. Juice had wanted me to get a tattoo on my lower back for a while. He wanted something to look at while he did me from behind. We both liked the idea of me having more shows of ownership, the man was jealous and liked having physical proof that I was all his. I also had my marks on him. He had my name on his left bicep and my birthday tattooed on his calf. He was waiting until we got married before he got the piece de resistance, our wedding anniversary with intertwined initials over his heart, I would be getting the same.
Too soon Freddy was done and he had me look in a full length mirror with a hand mirror. It was perfect, exactly what I wanted. When I paid I gave him a big tip. I drove home, sitting gingerly in my seat, and bypassed the clubhouse. Things were tense enough as it was and I had a feeling anyone but a Son would be persona non grata today. I needed some comfort so my Jeep took me to St. Thomas. Tara was off duty but Dr. Nior was more than willing to allow me access to Abel. As I held my nephew, who I loved like my own, I felt a peace that had been evading me lately. He knew I loved him and wanted nothing more, it was the kind of demand I could easily honor. I placed a kiss on his forehead and sang him to sleep, my little man, the new heart of SAMCRO.