Chapter 7: Ties that bind
POV: Marta
Juice comes into the back room about 15 minutes later. A Jack Daniels bottle is in his right hand and crudely done stitches on his upper left arm. He tells me Chibs patched him up and takes a swig. It must be to numb the pain. He asks me to help him get cleaned up and changed. I take the bottle off his hand first and lay it on the dresser. The room's a mess and could possibly double for the smush room at the Jersey Shore that my little cousins at home like to watch and make fun of. I pull his shirt off and his wobbles so I take his hand and lead him to the bed. I walk into the bathroom and get a wash cloth that looks clean, drench it, and come back to clean the blood off his arm. He places his arm on my hip as I clean it. It doesn't take long for him to get back to his opportunist self as he lets his hand slide down to the back of my jeans and squeeze. I want to slap him but that cheesy grin puts me at ease.
"You like what's your grabbing?" I ask raising an eyebrow.
"I took a bullet for you. Don't you think I deserve a little reward?" With that he pulls him onto his lap. My back faces him; his right hand takes my chin and directs me to his lips. We start kissing. His hand moves from my face to the button on my jeans and then slides the fly down. We keep kissing, hungrier for the next one. He slowly and expertly moves his hand until it's in my jeans and through the fly of his boxers I have on. I feel him adjust me with his left hand onto his lap. He leans back and takes me with him and begins to rhythmically explore between my legs.
He's hit the spot and I feel myself tremble as his breathing gets deeper. I moan and he takes the cue; his fingers repeat the movement.
"Baby, so you're so tight. I want you so bad. Be mine. Right now be mine."
"Juan….Juan Carlos, don't stop." I can't resist anymore. I can feel him on my backside. Every touch makes me yearn for more. I don't care anymore about the patch. I just want him.
"Oh yeah, Juan Carlos, don't stop! You two are pathetic!" says a mocking voice. I jerk up and instinctively try to pull my fly up and I catch Juice's fingers. Juice howls. I apologize, and we both turn our attention to the intruder.
"What the fuck, Tig! You're a sick bastard! Have you been watching up this whole fucking time?" Juice pushes me off and throws his shirt at me. He grabs Tig and pushes him into the door. He's pissed. Tig sees this as a joke and keeps laughing.
"Jax and Ope are here. I just came to tell you they want you at Church now. Sorry, Don Juan, I couldn't resist. With Kara Kara gone and your selfishness, Brother, what do you expect?" He laughs as Juice opens the door and pushes him out. I know the fucker doesn't mean anything in that apology. Juice pulls me back in and kisses me. He grabs a dark blue shirt from the dresser with SAMCRO on the front and his cut. He leads me out by the hand and calls one of the whores at the pool table over. He doesn't even know her name. He just points and says you. A red with big tits stuffed in a shirt a size to small with her thong sticking out of her daisy dukes comes over. She licks her puffed out lips, then puts her red polished chipped nails on his chest. He knocks her hand off.
"My girl needs new clothes. Take her down to Main Street and bring her back when she's done". This bitch is not happy about this at all. He hands me some twentys and I thank him. I grab his cut and propel myself on him planting a passionate kiss on his lips while my right hand squeezes his ass. I come down off my tip toes and watch him lick his lips and then bite his lower lip. Damn, he's so sexy. I peek over his shoulder and the whore is as red as her badly dyed hair. Good, I think to myself. I hear whistles and clapping from Chibs who is all smiles.
"To be continued at my house, no Tig or any other interruptions." Juices tells me and kisses my forehead.
"Whatever you say, Papi." I smile back and see my sister coming out of the back with Happy in tow. More cheers from Chibs. The red head tells me to let her know when I'm ready and Shelby asks for what. When I tell her, Happy grins at my sister and tells her she doesn't need but he'll contribute to the cause and hands her cash.
POV: Happy
Those Niners are gonna pay. First they shoot Clay and now they come after Juice and me. Juice got lucky with his flesh wound. By the look of worry on Shelby's sister face, I think he'll be hitting it as soon as we get to the club. I'm hoping Shelby will be generous as well. I don't want last night to be a one -time thing. She's got something I haven't seen before. For the first time, I don't feel the urge to kick her out of my bed like I would with other bitches. Instead, I want to keep her close to me. I know I'm going to have to let her go home at some point. The Club doesn't need the pigs here looking for some car jacked girls. We have enough heat as it is.
I grabbed her by her arm tight before so the guys knew I had control over her. She was smart and didn't pull away or knee me, but she still had that defiant look in her eyes. I am so proud of her though. She didn't let Tig get away with putting his crazy hands on her. Every Latin bitch he touches ends up dead. She's mine. She's no croweater, sweet butt, or bitch. She knows her place and makes sure no one disrespects her or me. I'm going to have to reward her for that. Luckily, Chibs tells me Jax and Ope will be back in about half hour. I'll have to make it quick.
I walk in. She's sitting on the edge of the mirrored dresser with her feet propped on the chair in front of her. She looks up at me and she's not a happy camper. Tig putting his hands on her has made her uncomfortable in some way. Her arms are crossed against her chest. I walk up to her and she keeps eye balling me. I grab her arm and see I've left my finger prints on it from before. That's gonna leave a mark. I pull the chair away from under her feet and put my forehead against hers.
"You can't just put a knife on a Son like that. You understand me?" She nods biting her lip. I can tell she's just wants to let me have it. But she's going to let me finish. That's respect right there. That's being a woman. "He's never going to touch you again. No Son will. And anybody who tries some stupid shit like that will meet their god at the end of my blade slowly and painfully. Trust that."
"I can fend for myself, you know. When he touched me like that, I thought for a second you sent me here to get whored. I am no whore." I can feel the anger in her voice building and the tears in her eyes are welling up.
"Who you are is why you're mine. I sent you here because I didn't want the Club's heat on your back. You could have been killed. Not on my watch, Shelby. He's a Brother who needed to be educated. He's knows now you and your sister are off limits. If it happens again, I will educate him in a more profound way. I'll even let you watch. Are we good?"
She traces my lips with her pointer finger and lets that defiant look fall from eyes with a tear drop. I lift her leg up and upzip her left boot and then the right one. She lets them drop to the floor and unzips her jeans. I pull them off. We kissed and her hands work my belt. With her feet she pushes down my jeans and boxers. I pull her closer to the edge and enter her. I let the room fill with the banging of the dresser against the wall and the harmony of her moans in my ear until Chibs knocks on the door and yells out that Prez and VP are here for Church. I kiss her lips gently and pull myself away. We get ready and walk out.
She grabs my hand and leads me back to the common room. I hear the girls talking about a shopping trip and I hand my woman money. Not that she needs clothes because when I get my hands on her again, she'll be naked. As I hand her the cash, I whisper "red lace" in her ear and pat her ass as she walks away with her sister the red headed bitch. I look at both of them and compare. I'd never let a croweater in my house much less defend her honor to a brother. I look at her rare beauty, the street smart and agility in a fight and in my bed, and I know this must be what the Grinch felt when he grew a heart.