So this chapter was planned for the new year but I couldn't withhold this one from you guys. I had a lot of fun writing this one. Hope you guys will enjoy it!
This is kind of a special chapter. Hope you guys will like it as much as I do. I'm really happy about this one. So review and see you guys soon!
Christina had woken up the next morning at the first rays of sunshine. When she had walked into her living room, she found the couch empty. She figured Jackson was called away because of club business and had left. But when she walked towards the kitchen, she spotted a black binder on her kitchen table with a little note on top. It said: "Wanted to give you this last night but I missed our conversations too much. It's to make up for all the times I told you that Samcro was none of your business. This opened my eyes, made me see that it's in your blood and it can't be denied. I hope you will keep yourself out of the dangerous shit, just so I can keep you face Chris. I love you, Jax. PS. Mom can't know about this so hide it. You'll understand".
Christina was confused by the note and realized that reading was all she could do to make the confusion go away. She opened it the black binder and saw the first page of many. She read the words carefully while stroking the page.
"The life and death of Sam Crow. How the Sons of Anarchy lost their way. By John Thomas Teller."
'Daddy', Christina whispered before turning the page and reading the second one which brought tears to her eyes.
"For my three wonderful children. Thomas, who is already at peace. And Jackson and Christabella, may they never know this like of chaos".
Christina took a quick look at the clock. She hadn't had much sleep but was now fully awake so she wouldn't get back into bed anyway. Seeing the time, she decided to read some more. She had some time before she had to be at TM.
Christina had arrived at TM and was walking towards the office just as she heard Half-Sack say something about someone flushing lace panties down the toilet.
'Lace panties huh? They nice?' she asked just as her mother looked at Half-Sack with a disturbed look on her face.
'You're early', Gemma said when her daughter walked inside the office and put her bag down on the desk.
'Yeah, woke up early. Thought Jax could use some coffee after the two of us almost finished a bottle of tequila together and about half a crate of beer. But he was already gone so I just showered and stuff before heading over here'.
'Jax stayed?' Gemma asked confused.
'He came by to apologize last night and passed out on my couch. I didn't want to wake him up so I left him there'.
'What about you and Jax?' Gemma asked.
'We're good', Christina said when she walked over to the coffee machine to make herself a cup.
Gemma sat down again in her desk chair before opening her mouth again. 'What about you and Juice?' she asked next.
Christina looked over her shoulder, seeing her mother grin like an idiot. Immediately, the princess knew and rolled her eyes.
'God, you and Luann should start a book club you know that?' she groaned which made her mother crack up. The two women didn't go back to their conversation because a truck pulled into the lot which got Christina's attention. She looked through the window, seeing Juice get out from behind the steering wheel and a little petite brunette jumping out of the passenger seat. Clay and Jax were at Juice's side in seconds, Clay grabbing him by the neck. The situation happened before their eyes but neither Gemma nor Christina could hear what they were saying. Looking over at her mother, she saw the worry and sadness in her eyes. She knew exactly what she was thinking. Clay was reacting kind off harsh on Juice for just bringing someone. It must have been someone he didn't want there. When Clay and Jax walked away, Juice grabbed the sweetbutt by the arm and pulled her along towards the gates.
Now why send her away? Unless…
Christina scoffed before walking out of the office, passing Half-Sack who was looking heartbroken. She walked over to Jackson who was just smoking a cigarette at one of the picnic tables. 'Clay hit that girl in Nevada, didn't he?' she asked.
Jackson sighed and didn't make eye contact which was enough confirmation for her.
Again, Christina scoffed. 'Of course', she said with an angry sigh.
'Look, when I said I was going to share more about the club with you, this wasn't what I meant', Jackson then said.
'Yeah I know and I understand why who Clay is hitting is none of my business because it's a really disturbing image. But our mother is now probably crying in that tiny office which makes it my business. Tell you what, when Clay starts talking to me, I'll let him know I know about his business back in Indian Hills'.
Jax huffed but nodded. He understood why Christina was pissed off. She had seen their mother cry too many times already. After Thomas died, when their dad was more on the run than home, mental and physical and with all the shit in between. Jackson was the one that couldn't handle the image and was more away than home. Christina was the one that took the big hits. Jackson held a cigarette out to her, which she took with a tiny smile before sitting next to him on top of the picnic table.
'Did you read it?' he asked next. Jackson figured that if she'd seen the binder, she'd know what he was talking about.
'I read the first ten pages or something. That's some heavy shit on those pages but it's beautiful. It's almost as if I can hear him reading them to me, out loud'.
Jax smiled and nodded at her words. He knew exactly what she meant by that. 'You hid it well?'
'It's under need a loose floorboard in my bedroom. It's under need the bed so you have to do some gymnastics shit to get it. It's safe'.
'Good', Jackson said with a nod. 'You understand why mom can't see it, right?'
'Yeah, I do. She wouldn't want us to read it'.
'No, she wouldn't'.
'But we are doing it anyway'.
'Yes we are', Jackson confirmed with a laugh before stomping out the last part of his cigarette. Looking up, he saw Juice coming their way, no doubt in his mind to talk to Christina. Jax gave his sister a wink before jumping off the picnic table and walking towards the door of the clubhouse. He stopped Juice with a hand on his chest before going inside. 'You break her heart, I'll find you and kill you with my own bare hands. Got it?' he whispered.
Juice tried not to smile when he heard almost the exact words Christina had spoken the night before. 'Yeah well, you'll have to get in line. You sister is going to chop of my manhood first but you'll get to kill me if I don't bleed out first'.
Jax looked a little stunned before looking at Christina, who waved her fingers at him with a smile on her face. 'Really?' he said before giving Juice's shoulder a thigh squeeze. 'Good', Jackson just said before stepping inside the clubhouse.
Christina smiled even wider when Juice finally got to her. 'So? Did he threaten you?'
'Yeah, he did. Told me almost the exact same words too', Juice answered.
'Jax is just so predictable, that's all. Also, I'll have to congratulate you. Because you are officially the first guy who is walking towards me instead of walking away from me after hearing those words come from my brother's mouth'.
Juice shrugged before giving her his signature smile. 'I like to live on the edge', he said.
Christina smiled at him before having to look away, feeling her cheeks turn red.
'So how has it been around here without me?' Juice asked while lighting a cigarette.
Christina shrugged while blowing out some smoke. 'Kinda boring, actually. Jax and Tig try to keep me on my toes but it hasn't been the same without my favorite mechanic around'.
'Why? The Mustang making weird sounds again?'
'No, she's not the one that needs work', Christina answered before throwing her cigarette on the ground and hopping off so she stood on her own two legs again. 'Well, I need to get back into the office and do some paperwork. You are keeping that promise right? The one about the lunch date?'
'Absolutely. I'll come and get you when I'm free'.
Christina smiled before making a bold move and leaned forward so she could put her lips on Juice's, giving him a fleeting kiss. She couldn't help she shiver that went up her spine when she felt his lips under need her own. They were soft, so soft. And he tasted great. Like spices, whiskey, leather and weed. It was an odd combination but Christina liked it. It suited him perfectly. She liked it very, very much. Christina let go of him soon, but not before stroking her nose against his cheek. 'Good', she whispered with a raspy voice. 'Call me'. The princess started to walk away from him and back towards the office. Halfway there, she looked over her shoulder, checking on him. He was grinning like an idiot, his face red under need his tanned skin. She grinned before looking forward again, feeling smug like hell.
Christina had entered the office again, her mother had left not long after which gave her the opportunity to do some paperwork in peace. The guys were in church so it was just her, some mechanics walking around the lot and the Crow-Eaters and sweetbutts waiting around to be picked up, like always.
The black, sleek looking car that pulled in the lot got her attention. Soon, Christina walked out, seeing two people in a suit sitting inside. Christina knew from experience that wasn't good, so quickly she walked inside the clubhouse. Soon, she spotted Half-Sack with blue rubber gloves on his hands and a bucket of soaping water in one of them.
'Half-Sack! Get the guys out of church. Emergency', she said in a rush before walking back out and putting on her mask. Soon the guys walked out, Clay up front. Christina stayed in the background. She figured that would be best in this situation. Jackson touched her shoulder and winked at her when he passed her, giving his appreciation in silence.
'Well, you're either feds or limo drivers', Clay called just as David Hale's jeep pulled in, parking behind the black car.
Christina observer the man and woman who had come out of the car, instantly deciding she really didn't like the woman. The man's face was hard and in a sneer but not smug like the woman's. Actually, the man was kinda cute. He was tall, light skin, dark hair and greenish eyes. The suit hugged him in all the right places. If this was what working as a fed looked like, she had missed her calling.
The redhead woman smiled, showing her badge with pride. 'Agent Stahl, A.T.F', she introduced herself.
No wonder she looks so smug, Christina had thought. This woman had a title which really didn't surprise her seeing the car.
'I'm looking for the owner of Teller-Morrow Automotive', Stahl continued.
'That's me', Clay admitted fast. Even if he hadn't, Hale would have done it for him with pleasure.
Christina witnessed with Half-Sack how Clay got cuffed by Hale. Christina could only roll her eyes and think about whatever bullshit the feds were going to try now.
'You gonna bother mention a charge?' Clay asked just as Christina thought it.
'No charges yet', agent Stahl answered. 'I just need to discuss your relationship with a Nate Meineke'.
Christina furrowed her eyebrows in confusion.
'Who?' Clay asked, also not knowing who she was talking about.
'Nate Meineke', Stahl repeated. 'He's one of the men who held up a prison transport vehicle this morning. Killed three people with AK-47s. We found Mr. Meineke's cell phone at the scene. Last call he received was from your garage'.
'You got to be kidding me', Christina huffed under her breath while looking for her brother's eyes. When he found hers, she knew he knew more about it. Quickly he broke it and looked at Piney instead.
Soon, the feds and Hale drove away. The guys looked in shock because of what just happened. Quickly, Christina strode over to Jackson and hit him over the head. 'Fix it. Mom is already flipped out she doesn't need this on her plate as well'.
'I'll handle it'.
Christina pointed with her finger to his face. 'You better. Or I'm gonna send Satan up your ass'.
Just as everything was going to hell, something else happened. Christina put the phone back and groaned in annoyance. Apparently, her mother got picked up because she had hit a girl in the face with a skateboard. The princess stood up from her chair and walked outside. The TM lot was buzzing with activity. Everyone was reacting because of the arrest earlier that morning and on the car that was outside their gates. Nothing was going in or out unnoticed.
She spotted Jackson and quickly walked over to him. She put a hand on his arm which stopped him. Seeing her face, he knew something was going on. 'Hey. Everything okay?' he asked.
'No, everything is going to hell. Just got off the phone with Unser. Our mother got arrested for assault. She hit a girl in the face with a skateboard outside the pharmacy', Christina answered.
'Jesus Christ', he huffed. 'As if things weren't bad enough'.
'Jax', Christina whispered when she saw his worried face, 'you need me. Mom isn't here to lead and neither is Clay. We have to work together on this'.
Jackson thought about her words for a second before nodding and leading her towards the clubhouse and all the way up the roof. There, he set down on their usual stop while looking over the lot. 'You see those oil drums?' he said and pointed out the truck that Juice came back with. There were indeed oil drums on the back. Christina nodded before looking back at her brother. 'They are filled with about three dozen AK's. We had to get them to the One Niners today but that's not going to happen with the damn feds parked outside our gate'.
'Jesus Christ Jax', Christina huffed. 'You need to get them out and soon! The feds are looking and they will probably find something and when they do, they will strip this lot top to bottom looking for those damn AK's. You know what happens when they do'.
'I know!' Jax groaned in frustration. 'I know, Chris. I don't want to go to prison either but I just-' Jax stopped mid-sentence and looked over the lot again, spotting the septic truck that was emptying the tanks. Christina kept looking at his face, waiting for him to finish his sentence but he never did. He just kept staring. When she followed his look and also spotted the truck.
'Do you think what I'm thinking?' Christina asked with a shocked expression on her face, not wanting to believe what she saw in his eyes.
'I think I do', Jax answered with a smile. 'And if you're thinking what I'm thinking sis, then we are going to need a lot of nose clips. Because this shit is gonna stink'.
'Ah shit', Christina groaned before cracking up a bit because of her choice of words.
'Just so you know', Christina said when she walked into the garage, seeing the guys wrap the guns in garbage bags, 'I hate all of you'.
'And why's tha pretty lass?' Chibs asked with a grin on his face.
'Because if you guys get arrested, my yummy full ass lands in jail as well', Christina said. 'And be honest, I'm way to pretty to be wearing orange. Doesn't go with my hair'.
'Princess is right, she is to pretty for prison', Bobby said with a smile. 'Would probably get a lot of attention as well'.
'Don't worry, Chris', Jax said before kissing her cheek. 'We're going to clean it up'.
'You better!' Christina called before walking out of the garage so she could keep an eye out.
Not long after the guys all set at the picnic table, beer in their hands and being completely casual, the feds came in with their sirens on, agents fully clothed in protective gear and guns out. Christina watched with a grin on her face from her place at the office door. They had pulled it off, she thought. She and Jax had done it.
All the guys got placed on the ground, bellies down and hands cuffed on their backs. Christina got grabbed by another agent, a little bit milder than the boys and was placed on the picnic table. She got cuffed to it so she wasn't going anywhere, not that she wanted too. Christina couldn't help the smile that was glued to her face. She decided to relax and sit back, closed her eyes and enjoyed the sun.
She heard the guys giggle, having a laugh about being able to pull off this "shitty" plan.
'You smell nice', she heard Juice say which made them only laugh even more.
'Hey, Chris!' Jax called next. 'You enjoying it over there?'
'I can't complain. At least I can work on my tan while I'm cuffed', she answered.
'You see that Juice', Jax said to his brother lying next to him. 'Even after having stepped to the bad side, she's still a pretty princess'.
'You know what they say Jax', Christina said before looking over at the guys with a seductive smile, 'appearances are deceptive'.
Christina was happy the day was over. It had been a while before the feds had given up and cleared out, their mission unsuccessful. Smelling herself, she cringed. She smelled like shit but not as bad as some of the guys. So she pushed herself up from the couch and started undressing herself. Quickly she got into the shower, washing her body and hair in the hope the smell would be gone after. After having washed her body three times, top to bottom, she stepped out to dry herself and put some fresh clothes on. Christina bound her hair up in a messy bun while walking back into the living in a sweat pants and sweater. Just as she walked into the kitchen, there was a knock on her door. Christina made her way over, grabbed the gun just in case before opening. She was a bit surprised to see Juice standing there but she couldn't help the smile tugging at her lips. She spotted two take-out bags in his hand and his signature smile on his face.
'Figured since lunch didn't go through, perhaps you would like diner', he said while holding the take-out bags up. 'You like Italian right?'
Christina put the gun down before opening the door further so Juice could come in. When he walked by her, she was surprised by his sent.
'You shower?' she asked while closing the door and putting the lock on.
Juice looked up at her. 'Yeah like a dozen times. Why? Do I still stink?'
'No you don't', she answered quickly before guiding him to the dining table. 'You just… smell weird. What did you shower with?'
Juice shrugged. 'The normal stuff. What do I smell like to you?'
'Toilet spray', Christina answered.
Juice opened his mouth to answer but nothing was coming out. 'I just sprayed some because the label said it masked bad scents so I thought-'
Christina couldn't help but laugh. 'God you really are a moron sometimes. Sit down, I'm getting some plates and stuff'.
Juice did as he was told, got out the take-out boxes before Christina returned with plates, cutlery and two beer bottles. For a moment, the two ate in silence until Juice looked up her, seeing her eyes look at the dish in front of her while a smile was glued to her face.
'You've been in Italy while you were traveling?' he asked than.
'Yeah', Christina said while nodding her head. 'I loved it there. Stayed for about a year, took all kinds of jobs there. Orange picker, I have been a server at a wine bar for a while until I came by an authentic looking restaurant. The owners were two older people. Paulo and Margareta. They had no kids and the restaurant was there life. They owned it for over 25 years and still, every single evening the restaurant was full. One night I knocked on their door and asked for a place to sleep. Margareta took me in without one hesitation thought. I ended up staying for about eight months. Margareta taught me how to cook, how to make pasta from fresh ingredients, how to make the sauce and let people taste the love for the food. She also taught me a lot of none pasta recipes. I adored her, loved cooking in the kitchen. They also made their own olive oil but Paulo would never give up that secret'.
'What made you leave?' Juice asked.
Christina shrugged before being able to answer. 'I don't really know. I just remembered looking at Paulo and Margareta one day and I saw… home and it scared the hell out of me. Margareta found me in the freezer crying my eyes out and asked me what happened. When I told her I missed my home she pretty much shoved all my clothes in my suitcase, bought me a ticket from the tip jar and brought me to the airport. But… I didn't go. Instead I re-booked and got the first plane to Paris. Took me another eight months or so to really find my way home'.
'Why?' juice asked. 'Why didn't you want to go home?'
'I did want to go home I just… wasn't ready. I was afraid of coming home and seeing everyone happy without me. I was afraid I wouldn't be needed anymore. Hearing about Abel got me home because I knew how much Jax would need me here'.
'They always needed you. I may not have been here as long as many others but they talked about you. Tig kept talking about this badass chick that used to kick his ass, Jax talked about his baby sister he missed so much which broke him when he talked about it, Gemma used to tell me about her daughter that made her so damn proud. Others, like Clay, never talked about you because it hurt too much. Believe me when I say that you were needed'.
Christina looked at him and just felt something inside of her that she had never felt before. It gave her goosebumps, made her smile and brought tears to her eyes. It made her happy, but it also scared the hell out of her. She was slowly starting to feel more for Juice than just like him. It just felt too good to ignore though. In that moment she thought about what she had told Tristen after she had asked how it felt to be in love. Christina knew she wasn't quite there yet but that she was getting there.
She knew what she had to do then. Christian quickly stood up from her chair and walked over to Juice. When she stood next to him, she pushed his plate to the side before meeting his questioning eyes. She grinned in mischief before sitting down in his lap, putting his face in between her hands before pulling it towards her own, crushing her lips on his. It didn't take Juice very long to get over the surprise and kissed her back with as much fire as he could measure, putting his hands on her hips to pull her body flush against him.
Christina gasped when she felt his fingers creep under need her sweater, roaming the skin of her back. When Christina opened her mouth, Juice's tongue slipped inside which made her moan in desire. Until this moment she didn't think about how much she had wanted to kiss him. Now she was and it was beyond anything she had ever thought or experienced. The young woman had gone through her fair share of man but never had she kissed one like she was kissing Juice. It was sloppy, lustful but still so sweet and loving. He wasn't grabbing her like other guys would do he just kept trying to push her further into him, to have her closer one way or another.
Juice had to keep the grin off his face while he still had her mouth covered with his own. While one of his hands was sliding over her back, it hadn't gone unnoticed to him that she wasn't wearing a bra. But it wasn't what turned him on; it was the way she was reacting on his lips, his tongue and his touch. She moaned and groaned into his mouth, not letting him go anytime soon. He heard how she meant every single one of her love sounds, not like the Crow-Eaters and sweetbutts who only made them in order to turn him on. Theirs were fake, Christina meant every single one of them.
'Is it just me or is it hot in here?' Juice asked between kisses when his mouth slit down to her neck.
'No', Christina grinned. 'That would be because me obviously'.
Juice laughed before letting go of her neck and replacing it with her lips again. But before they could deepen the kissing again, Christina felt something buzz against her leg coming from Juice's pants pocket. Juice groaned in annoyance, making Christina laugh. Just as things were getting good, the club had to pull him away. He knew it was them because nobody else would call him at this hour.
'You should probably get that', Christina whispered before getting of his lap and walking towards the kitchen to cool off a bit. Juice had been right; it had been hot in there. She heard him talk on the phone, answering the person on the other side of the phone with short answers. She heard him say goodbye before he appeared in the kitchen and stood in front of her. Juice boxed her in against the kitchen counter, kissing her lips softly this time before looking at her apologetic. 'That was Bobby. They want me over at the clubhouse since everyone else is at the cabin', he whispered against her lips.
'Mmm, too bad', Christina purred before grabbing the front of his cut, the leather curling in her hands. 'Because I put on some very sexy, black, lace panties for you'.
Juice groaned before closing his eyes, biting his lip while he imagined her beautiful, curvy body wrapped up in lace. He felt her soft, wet lips softly kiss and suck at the skin of his neck which made him leaving even harder. 'God, I love lace', he groaned under his breathe.
'I know', Christina said while a smile played at her lips. 'I also know you're the one who's been flushing panties down the toilet'.
Immediately Juice was pulled from whatever state he was in. Opening his eyes, he saw her grin at him. 'I… have no idea what you're talking about', he tried to deny but she saw right through his lie.
'You are a very shitty liar Juan Carlos', she said before walking back towards the living so she could let him out. 'Besides, I know all the guys very well except you and Half-Sack. And let's admit it, Half-Sack is just a prospect. He doesn't get that much action. Now, you on the other hand are a very popular guy with the Crow-Eaters'.
Juice was afraid for a moment that, whatever had just happened between the two of them would end. But then he saw the smile on her lips and the twinkle in her eyes. 'You're talking about me with the Crow-Eaters?' he asked her, stopping in front of her once again but this time it was in front of the front door.
'I just have very big ears and a very big mouth too', she whispered. 'They talk about you with each other. Apparently you don't disappoint'.
'Wouldn't you like to find out', he grinned while dipping his head. He kissed her jaw first before sliding further down towards her neck and cleavage.
Christina really wanted to continue but they couldn't. The club came first, always. 'I would', she whispered before stepping back so she was now out of reach for him. 'But not tonight. You are needed somewhere else'.
Juice nodded before grabbing her hips between his hands so he could pull her back for one last kiss. Christina wasn't going to say no to that and soon found her lips against Juice's once again that night. The kiss was slower than the first one, much cuter as well which she enjoyed. After a little while, way too short to satisfy the both of them, they let go. Christina opened the door for him before kissing his cheek.
'Goodnight Juan Carlos', she whispered and smiling her most beautiful smile at him. 'I'll see you tomorrow'.
'Defiantly', he said before walking out the door and towards his bike, a smug smile on his face. It would probably still be there when he woke up tomorrow.
Yes, that really just happened. THEY KISSED! Don't you just love it when that happens? Don't fear, this isn't the last kiss they shared. Lot more of that to come! And what did you guys think about Jax giving Christine JT's manuscript? Let me know! Next chapter: Christina gets a housemate and Half-Sacks game. I know Juice wasn't in this one but I couldn't leave him out.