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Gold, Guns and Girls

Lonnie pressed the stop button on her watch as she stretched out her legs by the mailbox. Running was something she picked up during college to clear her head. While her brother slept in, she had gotten up and went for run. Lonnie grabbed the mail and walked into the house plopping down on the couch sifting through it. She chucked Leroy's mail on the table and looked the vanilla large envelope with her name written in black magic marker. A smile spread across her face as she held the DVD titled The Professional. She put it to the side and looked at the letter that accompanied the package. The handwriting was neat and in cursive. Who writes in cursive anymore?

Lonnie,

Just in case you didn't own it. Meet me at the Glat Café at 8:00 tonight night.

~Juice

Hhmm, biker boy she thought to herself. How did he find out where she lived? Lonnie knew that Leroy didn't allow anyone at the house, even the fellas that banged with him. Not since she got home anyway.

Lonnie showered and changed into a black camisole, pull string cargo pants before enjoying a bowl of cereal on the couch. Leroy sat down next to her checking his phone.

"Morning baby girl" he said

"Morning" she said looking at the TV.

"Had a good run?" he asked slouching lower in the couch.

"Yea it's nice out, when you gonna join me?" she nudged him. Leroy stifled a chuckle "when pigs fly. I aint running unless I have to, you dig?"

Lonnie rolled her eyes "whatever, you getting a pouch." She slapped his stomach playfully. He braced himself and smirked "you crazy as hell, I aint never been fat a day in my life. Fast metabolism."

"You not getting any younger." She teased.

"Whatever, I'm not gonna develop a complex because you talking shit. What we watching?" he asked she popped a strawberry mini wheat in her mouth.

"The Professional." She told him. "Damn look at young Natalie Portman is." He mused. Lonnie nodded enjoying the movie.

* * *

Juice gave himself a once over. He was cleaned shaved, his Mohawk looked fresh, and he was wearing a SAMCRO black shirt, dark blue jeans and black boots. He was amped about tonight. He locked up his dorm room and walked to the front pulling on his cut. The guys were standing around the bar, some were playing pool.

He slapped hands with Vince "I'm outta here for the night." He said. Vince shook his head "she aint gonna show up, so I don't know why you wasting your time?"

Juice clapped Vince on the shoulder "Man, we had a moment. She's gonna show I know it."

"What are you two talking about?" Chibs asked sitting next to Vince at the bar. Juice leaned against the bar, here comes this shit.

"We fucked these two roommates a few months back and Juice started chatting up the third roommate."

Chibs laughed "Juice, you've got a crush, eh?"

Juice smiled "something like that? I connected with her. She's a good girl."

"Then what the hell would she want with a dirt bag like you?" Vince poked fun.

"Fuck you, man" Juice said laughing.

Jax put his beer down "I'm telling you, Leroy's sister." He whistled "she seems hip to shit. You really want her." He asked with a smirk on his face.

Juice nodded "absolutely, you saw her" he exclaimed. The group of man took that in "I have to get that."

"You cyber stalker, don't you think she's has the heepy geebies with you sneaking love notes in her mailbox." Bobby asked.

"What do you mean cyber stalk?" Jax said, his eyes widened with laughter "shit man, you did a background check on her? Yea, that's creepy."

Juice tuned them all out, "I'm leaving." His brothers laugh following him out.

Jax slammed a twenty on the bar top. "Twenty bones says she aint there." The mad scramble of money and talking over each other.

"Bullshit, she's there just to piss off Leroy!" Chibs said putting twenty over the table.

Bobby threw out a twenty "Hell, I'm in she's not there." Vince made smoke O's throwing out a twenty. "I dunno she might be."

* * *

Leona Clark, 21, African American Female goes by the name Lonnie. Father unknown, mother died when Lonnie was sixteen. One brother, older by 4 years. Known leader of the 9ers a vicious black street gang in Oakland, CA. was been arrested three time for car thief. Did a year in juvie for the last time. Earned her GED while in jail, upon leaving juvie took the SAT scoring a 2340. Graduated college at the top of her class. Favorite color is peach. Decent credit school.

Juice sat at the table thinking over all the things he had discovered on the web. It was amazing what he could find at his level of hacking. He was sure that he could find Lonnie's first report card if he dug deep enough. She wasn't an angel like she appeared to be, it still amazed him how smart she was. He looked down at his watch it was now 9:15. Damn she wasn't coming. He paid for the beer he drank and tried to avoid eye contact with the two fat girls who were giggling and staring at him. What the hell was he suppose to do now? He couldn't go back to clubhouse, he would get laughed out. Juice got up and headed out with a smile on his face. He wasn't a stalker he told himself, they were all tripping. He was persistent that's all. Yea, that's it persistent.

* * *

Gold, Guns, and Girls by Metric blared through the house as Lonnie took puffed her Black and Mild cigar dancing in her room. She loved being home alone free to listen to her music as loud as she wanted without any worries at all. The knock on the door stopped her to in mid spin. Trish and Kimmy had gone out, trying to force her to come with them but she wasn't in the mood. Especially going to 9ers party, her brother would be watching her like a hawk and all the guys would try to get at her to impress her brother. Boring for her. She would go out tomorrow night when they went to San Francisco. She looked at the person who waiting on the porch through the peep hole and took a moment to be think about it. She took another puff of the cigar licking her lips as she inhaled the smoke. She blew out the smoke and opened the door.

"What are you doing here, biker boy?" she asked.

Juice smile dropped when he looked her over. Her hair was in a loose tied back out of her face, wearing a black t-shirt with an image of Blondie on it her panties were bright red striped boy short cut. Her bare legs were nice too. Damn. Fix your face man, you probably look like a wolf. Her eyes were alert though a smile tugged at the sides of her mouth. He watched as she put the cigar to her lips taken another puff of it. If he was only that cigar…

"Can I come in?" he asked. He expected her to give him that smart ass smirk and close the door in his face. Instead she looked around him at the street before pulling him in closing the door behind him. Juice was smiling until he felt the cold steel of the berretta on his throat. She took a puff of her cigar blowing the smoke in his face.

"Who the hell do you think you are? Coming here like this." She asked

"You're left handed." He smiled.

She looked down at the hand holding the gun before looking back in his eyes. "So it seems."

"Nice Berretta Bobcat" he told her.

"Hhmm, actually it's a 9000S. How'd you know I would be alone?"
"I took a chance. Why didn't you show? You didn't like my gift?" Juice asked. He moved slightly.

She put the gun further into his juggler, pressing her body into his. "I liked it enough but why would I show up. I don't know you and plus leaving gifts in a mailbox." She nibbled her lower lip "Kind of creepy. How'd you found out where I live?"

"I'll tell you everything if you put the weapon away. I'm not gonna hurt you Lonnie." He promised.

She lowered the weapon putting the gun on the table nearby. She moved back. "Start talking."

Juice likes her stance it was cute. She didn't seem the least bit intimidated.

He leaned against the door and crossed his legs. "It was easy to find this place. All I had to do is know your real name. Now answer my question why didn't you show?"

She laughed "why would I? What's with this vested interest with me? Your club does business with my brother so you guys are trying to find your in?" she inquired.

Juice put up his hands "no, this has nothing to do with the club. It just since that morning, I can't stop thinking about you." He put down his hand as she pursued her lips.

"Biker--"

"Juice, call me Juice." He corrected her.

"Juice, this is stupid. Look, the DVD it was cute. Nice gesture but this." She pointed to herself and him. "This can't work."

No, no, no. "Why not? We get along?" he laughed "when you don't have a gun pointed at me." He tried to lighten up the mood. She moved closer to him leaning on the table by the door.
"Yeah, we do get along. It was nice talking to you. Two strangers just sharing the sunrise. We're not strangers anymore. You're Juice a Sons of Anarchy member and I'm Lonnie my loyalty lies with my brother."

Juice laughed, he didn't understand what she was saying. "You're brother's crew and my club are cool though. It doesn't matter."

He watched as she took a deliberate second taking the last puff of her black before extinguishing it out in the ashtray. Smoke came from her nose and mouth as she looked up from her red painted toenails.

"It isn't about your club. You're Mexican, a chulo. Last time I checked Leroy's crew was at war with the Mayans. This shit won't fly with him. I don't want to fuck up his business relationship." She said.

Juice thought about it for a moment, she had a point. "You invited me in, you're chatting me up. I know you like me too. So if this can't go to anywhere. Let's just hang out tonight, until sunrise. Then I'll be gone."

He could see her mind working the proposition in her head. "What the hell, I was bored anyway." She pulled his hand toward her bedroom.

She closed the door behind them and locked it. Juice looked at her suggestively and she chuckled. "Aint gonna happen, Juice. Leroy knows better than to come in my room."

Juice looked around her room as she went in her closet. It was spacious; her room was decorated in earthy colors, browns, reds and some oranges. The Scream painting hung over her queen size bed, random posters of musicians such as Nina Simone, Louis Armstrong to Metric and a poster of a Gun by Andy Warhol. She didn't have a television but there was a bookshelf and a stereo. Juice frowned slightly as she put on some shorts and sat down next to him.

They looked at each other in an awkward silence. Juice pulled out his stash of weed and rolling paper as she watched him roll the perfect blunt.

"I haven't smoked spliff since I was 16." She told him. He looked at her curiously. She laughed "sorry, Carrie is British and had me saying all their slang words." Juice didn't react and her jaw dropped "have you been with that many girls that you don't know my roommate's name."

Juice pulled the Zippo lighter out his pocket as he sparked the joint taking a good pull of the joint. Before blowing out the smoke. "Honestly, I don't know her name. I don't care." He passed her the joint.

He watches as she took a pull of the joint. She tilted her head back and blew out the smoke. "Sorry for standing you up." She said with a smile.

Juice shrugged as she passed it back. "That's okay, it was kind of creepy." He admitted. She laughed shaking her head in agreement. "Yea, creepy."

They passed the joint and talked about everything. Music was a very big topic. She spoke of her dislike of all rock music besides for Indie Pop. He banter her about that chick music she listen to was trash. Insulting almost every song that came on her I-Pod, which she defended, hardcore. They lay side by side, Juice had taken off his leather cut and his boots turned into her as she spoke passionately how television was crap these days. Every now and then he would nudge her or touch her cheek being bold.

Lonnie could feel her high as she leaned into him.

"You're a good guy, Juice. One day you're a good girl."

"I'm not a good guy, Lonnie and I don't want a good girl." Lonnie frowned "Juice we--" "I want a girl who smokes blacks, who's smart enough to get into MIT." He said.

Lonnie turned to her side facing him, her face serious "how do you know about that?" Her face told him not to fuck around so he didn't. "I hacked your education records. You're scores were good enough to get into MIT but with those convictions, there was no way you could have gone."

Instead of getting mad she moved in closer to him. "Why did you do that?" she asked gently looking over his face.

"I wanted to know you." He was quiet trying to get the words out. "Sometimes I get shit wrong. I know what I want to say but it gets jumbled up in my head. It comes out wrong."

Lonnie lay to her back looking at the ceiling, opening and closing her eyes lazily. Juice watched her moving. "What's your real name?"

"Does it matter?" he smiled, she looked at him "it does to me."

"It's Jean, can I call you Leona?" he asked. Lonnie laughed "no, I hate my name. I prefer Lonnie." She told him. "The only--"

Her words trailed off as his index finger traced the outline of her lips. "You're not just a pretty face like the others. I'll never forget your name, Leona Patrice Clark."

She turned to face him, running her hand down his face "this is fucked." She said stating the obvious. Juice understood her dilemma.

He pulled her in kissing her deeply and thoroughly. He felt her exhale into his mouth as he got on top of her, pulling off his shirt chucking it across the room. His arm snaked around the small of her back lifting her up to pull off her shirt. He kissed the top of her mounds that peeked out her black bra making a trail of kisses to her neck.

"Can I taste you?" he whispered in her ear. That's all he wanted was to taste her. Lonnie arched into him nodded her head yes as she pulled off the short and the panties shimmying them off her ankles to the floor. Juice spread her legs wider never breaking off the kiss. Lonnie clenched around his fingers that penetrated her as he continued to lower himself down. Lonnie smiled her muscles contracting as he managed to find her kiss all her sensitive areas. He kissed her lips and then she felt his tongue. She gripped his left hand as his right thumb simulated her nub as his mouth hummed on her clit. Her legs clenched around his head as she tried to move away.

"Where you going?" he growled forcing her back down, his finger hit the back of her inner wall, she started to shiver and then she cried out as she came.

Juice licked his lips and kissed her leg before leaving her panting to clean himself up. He went into the closet bathroom and gargled with the mouthwash wiping his mouth with the towel. He smiled at her when he returned to the room. She was lying in the same spot he had left her in. He closed the door locking it behind him. He looked at the clock, 4 hours until sunrise. Juice smooth her hair back and looked into her eyes kissing her slow, not as hungry as before. He stroked her pussy.

"How we doing?" He asked.

She laughed "we are doing fine."

Juice stood up taking off his pants before pulling her close to him again. Kissing her forehead. "You damn near crushed my skull." He laughed.

"Shut up." She said tracing imaginary circles in his chest. They didn't talk anymore. Just laid there listening to the music. Juice felt her body relax against him and looked at the clock. He could hold her for a few more hours. Then he would have to be gone by sunrise as promised.

Lonnie woke up the next morning, naked and alone. She looked around her room for evidence that she had gotten head from a Mohawk biker and there was none to be found except for her panties and shorts folded neatly on her dresser. She took a deep breath. Get it together girl. She looked at the clock and saw her phone attached was a letter.

Good Morning Lonnie,

I programmed my number in your phone. Call.

~Jean

Lonnie scrolled down to his name and stared at the number for a long time. What the hell are you doing? She thought to herself. She hit dial and lay back on her bed.