Welcome back everyone for the seventh chapter already. This one is a little bit shorter but hopefully the next one will make up for that. I just had to cut it because of the next one (which would be the taste of Charming which I wanted to keep together. But before you guys start reading I really want to thank everyone that takes the time to review and is nosy enough to ask me questions about the future of this story. Now, don't think that I won't tell you anything because I will tell something but not everything. I don't want to spoil yo much. Anyway, thank you guys and I really hope to see more reviews in my inbox after this one.

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The music was blasting through the house while Christina got the brownies out of the oven and Tristen was mixing the cookie mix with a wooden spoon, her hair whipping around on the beat. Christina smiled, happy for seeing the joyful kid again. She herself moved her hips on the same beat but couldn't help whipping her head around when the brownies stood on the counter top so they could cool off.

Christina laughed when she saw how Tristen looked like she struggled trying to do the same sexy hip movement she was doing. The woman held out a hand towards the girl. When Tristen had stepped closer, Christina put her hands on Tristen's hips. She froze for a moment until Tristen realized this was Christina, not her rapist who still got in her head sometimes. Christina gave her the time to relax and only continued when Tristen's eyes cleared up again. She started guiding her movement, forcing her to listen to the rhythm.

'Move it like this', Christina said while guiding Tristen's hips from side to side, letting them go when she got it. Christina started moving her own hips in the same way, her body joining in soon. 'Let your arms and hands do the same. Let them play with your hair and glide them over your neck and body like this'. Christina started doing exactly what she had said, Tristen mirroring her soon. The woman was proud, seeing Tristen find her sexiness and all. They danced like that for a couple of songs, the sweets completely forgotten. They got pulled from the dancing when Christina's phone rang on the counter. For a second she considered ignoring it but decided differently when she saw Juice's name on her display. Christina put the music down a little so she would be able to hear Juice on the other side of the phone.

Quickly she picked up next and held the device against her ear. 'Well, well', she said with a grin on her face with made Tristen look at her with asking eyes. 'I really wasn't expecting you to call me at this hour'.

'Get used to it I may call more often', Juice answered her. 'Are you busy?'

'Uhm', Christina looked at Tristen over her shoulder, trying to decide what the right answer was. 'That may depend on what you're gonna say next'.

'Well, we need a favor actually', Juice said next.

'We?'

'Yeah… Tig actually'.

'Why? What is it? Did something happen?'

'We need to do some club business but he got bit in the ass by a dog in the process. We have a long ride all the way to Nevada ahead. I really don't want to pull you in this but going to the hospital isn't an option and he may need medical attention. I thought… maybe you could take a look?'

'Look at Tig's ass?' she asked out loud which got her a funny look from Tristen. 'Well, I do understand it's an emergency so yes you can come by. I can't do a lot but I may be able to make the long ride a little bit more comfortable. Does that sound good?'

'It sounds like the best news I've heard all day doll', Tig said. 'Thank you. We'll be right there'. The connection got broken off so Christina put her phone on the counter. Now that that was taken care off, there was another dilemma. Tristen. Christina turned towards her, coming eye to eye with her pleading expression.

'Trissie', Christina said, 'I'm sorry but I have to ask you to watch some TV in my bedroom for a bit'.

'What? Why?' Tristen asked while raising her voice a little. She wasn't angry just surprised. 'Are you going to fuck?'

'What? No! Just… Juice and a buddy need some help with something. Sons of Anarchy stuff and I promised your mother no Samcro. Now, I can't just send you out of the house so the bedroom has to do'.

'But-'

'No buts young lady! It's either the bedroom or having to deal with your mother. How does that sound?'

Tristen huffed not wanting to give up just yet. But for now she nodded her head and walked towards the bedrooms, already trying to think of a plan. The girl was smart enough to know that Christina wasn't going to send her away if she just walked in on it by accident.

It wasn't long after Christina had send Tristen to the back that there was a knocking on her front door. She quickly checked her reflection in the mirror hanging in the hallway before opening it. Juice was standing there, one of Tig's arms over his shoulders to support his weight. The two walked in, Tig more hobbling than walking, towards the kitchen.

'Just get your pants of and lay on the kitchen table Tig', she said out loud, sending a shiver down her spine while doing so. 'That was a sentence I never thought I would say to my uncle'. Juice's laugh filled her ears while she walked towards her bathroom and opening the department under the sink. Christina grabbed the first aid kit before walking back to the kitchen, Tig now laying on the table with his ass bare. There was a big bite-mark on his right ass-cheek which was still bleeding.

'Shit Tiggie', Christina said while hiding a laugh, putting the kit down next to his legs. She pulled out a couple of rubber gloves before touching the wound, not wanting to infect it or touch Tig's ass with her bare hands. She examined the wound carefully, not wanting to hurt Tig. It was a big mark probably belonging to a big dog. 'This is going to hurt', she said before looking at Juice who was standing a couple of feet away looking awkward. 'There is a liquor cabinet in the living room. Grab the bottle of whiskey, please. He is going to need it. Ow and grab a beer from the fridge for me please. Treat yourself of course'.

Juice just nodded before walking off, coming back not long after with a bottle of whiskey and two beers. He handed the big bottle to Tig who took a big swing. One of the beers he handed to Christina who took a sip before putting it down next to the first aid kid, starting to treat the wound soon after.

'So what kind of dog was it?' she asked while she was in the middle of disinfecting the wound.

'What?' both Tig and Juice asked.

Christina rolled her eyes. 'The dog, what breed was it?'

'A Doberman', Tig answered not long after while Juice looked at the ground in shame. 'Must have been a female because she bit my ass like a bitch'.

'Calm down Tig', Christina said before turning to Juice. 'It explains a lot though. Doesn't mean I like the breed any less'.

'Why is that?' Juice asked.

'Well', Christina started while her eyes and hands were still focused on Tig's ass, 'Dobermans are very guarding and loyal dogs. I just love their characteristics, how they look and just the breed itself. They are very dangerous looking but they are such great dogs. They intimidate only by the looks. Doberman's are also really refined and elegant. They are very intelligent and great at learning tricks. So what did you do to it?'

'What?' Juice asked while his head was turning a little red.

'The dog. A Doberman may be guarding but they don't just bite someone. Bark, yes but not bite. What did you do to the dog?'

Juice stepped a little closer to her, Tig already being close to being knocked out. 'Hypothetically', he said to her in a low voice. 'What would happen if you give a… Doberman two grams of crack cocaine?'

Christina's hands stopped before looking over at him. She was trying not to laugh but she was very close to doing so. 'Well since crack is a pepper and everything I guess it would make them go crazy', she answered seeing his face fall. 'You gave the dog crack, didn't you?'

'Yeah', Juice said in a huff before stepping away. That was enough for Christina to break into laughter. She had to step away from Tig and hold herself up by the table.

'It's not funny', Juice said serious at first but joined in soon enough. The two of them laughed while Tig lay with his bare ass on the table, bleeding like a runt.

Soon, a pair of footsteps came from the bedrooms back and walked into the kitchen/dining area. 'What is all the noise?' Tristen asked which got Christina silent in a second. 'Ow, hey Juice', she smiled and waved while stepping closer.

'Hey Tristen', Juice said while still laughing a bit. 'Didn't know you were here'.

'Yeah staying over because my mom and dad are at some benefit', she answered before looking at the man on the table.

'Tristen!' Christina called, 'I thought I told you to stay in the bedroom!'

'You did but I was thirsty', Tristen answered. 'Did he get bit in his ass?' she asked next while pointing at the man on the table.

'Yeah', Christina huffed, knowing she had lost from a little, thirteen year old girl. 'Dog. Come here. You want to learn something?'

Tristen nodded and stepped closer to where Christina was cleaning the wound again, Juice standing at her other side.

'You see that?' Christina asked while pointing at the now completely visible wound.

'Yeah', Tristen answered while looking at the bitten skin. 'It looks like he was bit multiple times. Is that possible?'

'It is something that belongs to the breed. Doberman's have a sighificant bite. It's a multiple, almost scissor like bite. Very painful'.

'How do you know so much about these dogs?' Juice asked.

Christina shrugged while starting to patch up Tig's wound. 'I'm a dog lover and I wanted a dog for as long as I could remember. Mom just never let me have one because she was afraid her birds were gonna get eaten or something. She hates them. But you know, now I have my own home, I'm not traveling anymore so I have done some of my homework and have been looking at different breeds. I get lonely sometimes. A dog would help me a lot. Had my eye on the Doberman breed for a while now'.

Juice nodded, stepped back a little and let Christina do her job. When she was done, she helped Juice put Tig back on his feed and put his pants back on. Tristen was throwing away all the dirty and bloodied gauze, cleaning the table too.

At the front door, Christina stopped and let Juice handle Tig by himself. 'Thanks for the… patching up and filling him with booze. Pretty sure he will be out until Nevada'.

'No thanks. Just keep your mouth shut to everyone please. Jax and Clay won't appreciate you coming to me'.

'Yeah it's probably for the best. Goodnight Christina'.

'Night Juice', she said before he walked off with Tig hobbling along. She watched them until they were completely out of sight. After she closet the door and put the locks on and Christina joined Tristen on the couch. 'I thought you were thirsty', she pointed out while seeing no drink on the table.

'I lied', Tristen said. 'I was just nosey'.

'Thought so. But just so you know, your mom is going to grill my ass when she finds out'.

'She won't', Tristen said. 'I won't say anything if you won't'.

'You know I won't, kid. Now, are we going to finish these cookies or what?'

Tristen had been picked up by Elliot around eleven the next morning. It had been a great night. The two girls had fallen asleep on the couch while watching their second movie. It seemed that Tristen had been sleeping peacefully that night, not waking up once.

It was a slow day, Christina had to admit. She also had to admit that ever since Tristen asked her about her and Juice in the hospital, he had been thinking about it a lot more. There was no denying it anymore, not to herself that is.

Christina had been cooking a meal for herself when her phone rang that evening. She turned the stove down just to be safe and walked to her phone, smiling when she saw Juice's name on her display. Quickly, she picked up.

'Hey', she said while the smile could be heard in her voice. 'How is Nevada?'

'It's uhm… It's defiantly not California for sure. Do you want me to be honest?' he said.

'Sure, why not?'

'It is kinda boring if you ask me', he answered.

'Yeah well, we can't be all that interesting. So why are you calling me if you don't mind me asking? You missing my pretty face already?'

'More than just your pretty face, Chris', Juice grinned. 'I just wanted to talk to you… you know. You are a nice person to talk to'.

'Some people would disagree with you on that, Juice'.

'Now I don't believe that'.

'You better do because it's the truth. How… how long are you guys staying in Nevada? Isn't it dangerous to leave the club so vulnerable?' She didn't want to sound clingy so she didn't ask when he was coming back. That's why guys was the operative word here.

'Happy, Jax and some of the other Washington guys are going back tonight. Pretty sure Clay, Tig, Bobby and the others are going first thing in the morning. Me… Clay wants me to stick around some time so I can keep an eye on the new charter, help around a little'.

'They patched over?' Christina asked in amazement but felt a piece of her break inside. Jackson and Opie had told her more than once over the wild patch over parties. Christina was also up to date about Jury's choice of income. He sold pussy, a whole lot of pussy and exclusive pussy. Juice sticking around Indian Hills for some time told her that he was going to fuck some of those girls which kind of hurt her. But it wasn't her place to speak up about that. Juice wasn't hers anyway so she had no business in asking him about the sweetbutts or whores he was going to do.

'Yeah, they did. Did Jax not tell you?'

'No', Christina breathed. 'No he didn't. It's not my place, remember?'

Juice had obviously heard the shift of tone in her voice. It made him question if he might have said something to hurt her. 'Anyway, I will be staying for a while but that wasn't really the reason I called'.

'Then what is?' she asked, the sternness still in her voice.

'I wanted to ask you if you might want to go out with me sometime? You know, grab some lunch or coffee maybe when I get back from this… thing'.

Christina's anger had disappeared right after hearing Juice say that. She smiled and felt her cheeks redden. 'Yeah… I would love to actually'.

'Really?' Juice asked in amazement. 'I mean… cool. That's cool', he quickly recovered. Ever since Christina stepped into that clubhouse, he had his eyes on her. After bonding over the motor of her Mustang, he had started to flirt around with her a little but nothing too big. But after that question of her in her mother's kitchen after the dinner, he had started thinking about it. Settling down, getting an old lady, building a family and everything. He had seen her with Tristen, how much she cared for the girl and those she loved. She hadn't turned him and Tig down the night before, treated Tig's ass with care. Seeing her everyday on the TM lot, talking to the guys with great authority and love told him she would be a killer old lady. He hadn't been able to not call her just minutes ago. Sweetbutts had been dropping themselves at his feet but that wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to work for it, have little challenge, someone that would fight back. If he said one, she would say two. If he said black, she would say white. If he would say yes, she would say no. If he did so anyway, she would tell him "I told you so". But eventually they would always compromise, find ground so the both of them would be happy. That was what he wanted in an old lady. Someone smart and sweet but hard, sassy, straight forward and funny in the same package. Someone that would fight for standards, for what she thought was right. Christina was that person. Knowing that he had looked at his phone and called her.

Christina laughed, pulling him back to the phone conversation. 'Your awkwardness is quite cute Juan Carlos. It kinda suits you. Suits you better than the outlaw look that is'.

'You picked up on that huh?' he asked with an ashamed smile playing at his lips. The smile was because she had called him awkward, cute and had called him by his birth name as well.

'Yeah I did', she said sweetly.

The two of them talked some more, sometimes there was a silence between them but it never got uncomfortable. Even the sound of her breathing kept him smiling. Juice wanted to know what her secret was. How did she get to him so easily and how was she able to make him smile like he had never smiled before? How did she just appear like lightning and strike him right in the heart?

He didn't know and he probably would never. For now, it didn't matter anyway. For now, this was just enough.

OEHH! They are slowly getting closer and closer. But, little alarm, next chapter will bring some Charming drama. There is a reason that people say that Christina is more dangerous than Gemma or Jackson. Anyway, next chapter: Taste of Charming and some brother/sister drama. See you guys!