Author Note: I know it has been a long time. For that I'm sorry but now I'm back. Off to dinner and then dancing. Enjoy!

Popping The Question

"Where's he running off to?" Gemma asked as she peered out the office window. Her lips were pursed as she said it.

Clay leaned against the desk looking through the papers and gave a shrug. "Said he'd be away for the weekend."

Gemma turned away from the window with her arms crossed. She knew exactly where he was going and hated Clay's nonchalant attitude towards it.

"He's going to see that little Princess." She said almost spitting the last part.

"Gem-" Clay warned.

Gemma rolled her eyes "What? You know this is ass backwards. That little tart is doing nothing but clouding his judgment. We all know that Juice is-"

"Gemma, he's not a kid. He can handle himself." Clay put down the papers and clasped his arms around her waist tickling her a bit. His strong wife. "I'll talk to him about the 09er Princess when he gets back. Satisfied?" he asked. Gemma pouted for a short moment before kissing him lightly on the lips.

"A little" she said with a slight smile.

Juice stood up when he saw Lonnie walking towards him. He hugged her tight looking over her shoulder at the two women with their arms crossed. As they broke from their embrace Lonnie beamed.

"Juice, these are my best friends." She said waving the apprehensive women towards him.

Not the friendliest Juice thought to himself.

Juice felt like he was being scoped out by two horsemen of the apocalypse masked in the bodies of beautiful women. It started out alright with Lonnie introducing the really light skinned girl with the long wavy hair as Porscha. Juice watched her body language she was just nervous but didn't show her pure dislike…unlike the darker one. Juice smoothly checked himself to see if he smelled bad at the way she looked at him. The one Lonnie introduced as Sidney. Clearly she was the oldest and the most protective over the two other women.

"Nice to meet you." Juice said sliding his arm around Lonnie's waist. Juice knew he had to be nicer to the "evil one" Sidney. Just by looking at her he knew that Porscha took her cues from the Sidney.

"So Juice where are you taking our Lonnie?" the evil one asked.

Bring it on bitch Juice thought as he gave her a friendly smile. He wasn't going to punk out of this. He damn sure wasn't going to let some girl treat him like a bitch.

"It's Lonnie's birthday gift, she could tell you all about it when we get back." Juice said kissing Lonnie's temple.

He noticed that Porscha was trying to hide her smile but he could see the corners of her mouth twitching.

"How do you like dating a flyy girl?" Porscha grinned.

Juice frowned slightly "what's a flyy girl?"

"I'll explain it to you later." Lonnie said.

"Hhmm." The evil one looked from Juice to Lonnie back to Juice. Her demeanor hadn't relaxed in the least and Juice braced himself. "Look, I don't know you and you don't know me. I'm okay with that."

"Sid" Lonnie whined.

"Let her talk, babe." Juice said low and gentle turning his full attention to the evil one.

"These two right here." She gestured to Lonnie and Porscha. "These are my sisters and the only family I have and I protect my family, ya dig?"

Porscha took a step forward "and if you do anything to hurt Lonnie I won't hesitate to turn you over to Laroy, biker boy."

Well damn, the claws were coming out.

Juice nodded his face serious "I would lay down my life for Leona. I know ya'll don't trust me maybe one day you will but I wouldn't do anything to harm her intentionally. She's a really important part of my life and I'm blessed to have her."

Juice felt the evil one's armor crack just a little bit.

"Lonnie if you need me to come get you call me. Come on Porscha, we're out." She turned away without saying another word to Juice. Porscha winked at Lonnie before hurrying after the evil one.

Juice looked down at Lonnie "that was some intense shit." He palmed her ass pulling her into his embrace.

Lonnie kissed his chest looping her arms around his waist. "Sid likes you. I was worried she wouldn't. She doesn't really trust men."

Juice pulled her chin up brushing his lips against hers. "Yea, she's really warming to me. Ready to get out of here?" She nodded her head following him out of the diner.

Juice handed her the helmet that he had brought for her a few months back. As they got back on the road, her arms circled around his waist he wondered how long he could keep her. He was tired of the questions from his brothers about her. The morning after her birthday, Lonnie had actually stuck around. He was expecting to wake up by himself like he did the first night she decided to come by the clubhouse. He had to admit it was nice to see her there sleeping. She was always so guarded with everything. A good girl who constantly felt guilty for what she felt like a betrayal of her brother. He wasn't afraid of her brother, he was sick of her trying to protect him.

Laroy watched his take off her hoodie jacket preparing herself for what was to come. "You don't have to do this." He said standing in her way. Lonnie gave him a sad smile "Yea I do and you know that. I can't have you losing face to the crew." She turned her back on him. "There aint no other way. You know that as well as I do" They walked into the spacious garage as the rest of the crew waited for orders. The women started to circle their once respected and loved leader. Some were angry and most didn't want to do this deed they had sworn to the gang to do. 1 minute. Lonnie didn't look at any of the women, she knew if she did then no one would strike her. The first move was a shove to the back making Lonnie stumble right into a fist. "Start the clock." Laroy told his enforcer. Lonnie was back on her feet; her jaw aching; her hair wild. The women descended on her in a kind of frenzy. Hands, legs, and feet beat Lonnie. She didn't get up this time. "TIME!" the enforcer said. The women, with bloodied knuckles and heaving chest they watched the still woman on the ground laying in small pool of her own blood. Laroy picked up his sister gently without saying a word to anyone. She had taken her beating like a champ. A busted lip, a black eye, and 4 cracked ribs didn't stop Lonnie from going to school four days later. Yup, hands down Laroy knew his sister was a champ.

They arrived in the San Diego just after dark. After checking into their hotel, Juice decided to take Lonnie to this Spanish club he knew of. She like to dance, he figured she would be cool with it. Which of course she was.

Lonnie had gone in the bathroom and was doing her "girly shit" as Juice referred to it. He took off his leather cut putting it on the chair before pulling off his shirt; putting on a black button up shirt. He was checking himself one more time when Lonnie came out the bathroom. He could feel his jaw drop but couldn't do anything about it.

By Jean's reaction, Lonnie knew she had chosen her outfit well. She had found this fun ruffle black skirt, emerald green silk halter top and emerald green Manolo Blahnik heels that she received for her birthday.

"You should walk out first." Juice said his eyes were already undressing her. Lonnie quickly walked out; there would be time for that after they went out.

*7 * 7 *7

"Just one, babe. Do one." Juice said sliding Lonnie the shot of tequila across the table. She gave him a strained smile; which meant she didn't want to take the shot. Juice knew she wasn't a big drinker but a celebratory shot would be great and he didn't want to drink alone.

A few kisses on her shoulder and he knew she was pudding. Lonnie clasped the shot glass in her hand tilting her head to the side slightly.

They clicked glasses. Tap on the table. Down the hatch. Juice watched for Lonnie's reaction as she put up her hand gesturing for another.

The waiter came with two more shots of tequila. Click. Tap. Down the hatch. Juice looked up to see that most of the men were staring at his girl. He was just waiting for one to come up to him. Within five minutes a brave vato came up.

Out of respect Lonnie leaned into him more rubbing her hand over his leg.

"Venir perdón sobre similar esto pero tuvieron que decirle, mi amigo. Su amiga es hermosa. Tiene mucha suerte./ Sorry to come over like this but I had to tell you, my friend. Your girlfriend is beautiful. You're very lucky." The guy said.

Juice took the man's handshake "Lo aprecio, papá. Es mi mundo./ I appreciate it, papa. She's my world." Juice was still waiting for it.

"¿Ninguna falta de respeto, le importaría si bailé con ella?/ No disrespect, would you mind if I danced with her?" he asked.

Juice looked at her and she smiled back at him. Juice looked at him. "Tiene que preguntarla. Es bien, estoy bien./ You have to ask her. She's alright, I'm alright." Juice said leaning back in his chair.

The guy tried to not show how happy this made him as his eyes turned towards Lonnie. "Would you like to dance, mami?" he asked.

Lonnie looked at Juice "¿Qué dice mi papi?/What does my babe say?"

Juice started laughing a long throaty laugh. She never said that she could speak Spanish. Typical Lonnie, never showing all her cards. "Go ahead; I wanna see what you got." He said.

Lonnie took the guy's hand; Juice smirked as the guy twirled Lonnie as the song changed.

Suavemente-Elvis Crespo

He took a swig of his beer as Lonnie danced meringue as if she had been dancing it all her life. The way her skirt ruffled, showing just enough to make his dick hard and his imagination run…he wanted her now.

After the song ended the guy let her go with an innocent kiss on the hand. The music changed and Juice took the last swig of his beer before heading out.

WATAGATAPITUSBERRY

He grabbed her by the waist ruff, only the way he could pulling her ass tight against his groin as she wined her hip. She bent over touching her toes as he grinded into her. He could feel the eyes on them and was glad. Cuz none of these bitches in here had nothing on his girl and it was nice to see all the other guys jealous.

"You never told me you been salsa dancing before." He said close to her ear.

She rolled her hips into him just enough not to be vulgar. "I used to go all the time with the chicks from school." She laughed.

This girl is full of surprises. Juice mused to himself.

They danced until 4. Lonnie was sweating so badly that she started taking off clothes before Juice could open the hotel door. Lonnie pinned Juice on the door kissing his chin.

"I missed you." She said breathless.

Juice picked her up wrapping her legs around his waist. He kneeled on the bed putting her down gently. "I would keep you with me all the time if you wanted me to." He said pulling her skirt off of her tossing it across the room.

"Oh, biker boy you don't wanna be tied down by this wild child do you?" she smiled tugging his boxers down with her feet.

Juice knew it was the alcohol that was making her tease him this much. Instead of pressing it he smiled and went with the flow. Sliding into the best place in the world to him. She licked and nibbled at his shoulder as her hip matched the tempo of his thrust.

They fucked until they couldn't anymore. Trying to make the physical express what needed to be said in words.

7 7

Juice draped his arm around Lonnie as they left another shop. She pushed her red Ray Ban's back on her face covering her eyes from the blinding sunlight once more. They had been shopping and walking around all day. Looking at the sights, people watching and simply acting like a couple.

It was nice these couple of days. To hold Lonnie's hand in public and steal kisses whenever he wanted. They went to the zoo, where they both had to admit had way too much fun at for people their age. Went bar hopping (Juice did most of the drinking). Acting silly and completely honest.

The end was looming and Juice didn't not want to take her back. He knew that he had to. Lonnie would lecture him of her responsibilities and that he had responsibilities too and all he would want to do is tell her to shut the fuck up before kissing her into submitting to him. As they walked back to his bike, he knew he wanted to ask her. He'd never ask a girl this before but she was special.

Lonnie did not want to go back to Oakland. She didn't want to leave him. She put her helmet on when she noticed the serious look on Juice's face. "What is it?"

Juice took a deep breath and asked.