Chapter 13: Betrayed
POV: Juice
We got back from Oregon and I decided I needed to get things ready for when Marta came back. The house needed to be more presentable. Food needed to be in frig. I hadn't heard from her since she got back to Oakland. It worried me but it just might be she was having a rough time with her family. She seemed too worried about telling them about me. I'm getting really curious. Maybe I should have let her finish when she tried to tell me? But how bad could it be? She was obviously a good girl. After all, how many girls are still virgins at 23? It didn't matter when I first saw her whether she was one or not. The fact that she picked me though, made it all even sweeter. I hadn't had a girl in a long time. That ended in disaster. She couldn't handle the Club business. Marta didn't freak about the Niners or me getting shot. She has what it took to be an Old Lady, I'm sure. Maybe I'm moving too quickly? Nah, fuck it! It was definitely meant to be.
I was cleaning up a storm when Chibs called and told me that I needed to be back at the Club immediately. This is screwing with my timing but Chibs sounded real serious so I didn't argue.
POV: Happy
Sheriff Roosevelt's wife looked a little nervous when I walked into the flower shop. I couldn't decide what would look nice. This is chick shit. I finally asked her to put together a bouquet. I couldn't even look her in the eye; this shit is embarrassing but I wanted surprise Shelby tonight. She acts hardcore but I see her soft side the more I spend time with her. Tonight after two days of not being with her, I was going to probably break my bed. The Sheriff's wife smiled at me and wished me luck. I left the money on the counter and took the flowers. I could hear her call out about my change but anymore time in there and I would have had to shoot myself. This wasn't me. This cutsie boyfriend shit is not me. I had to fight the compulsion to shoot myself for being such a pansy but she stirred up in me something that no bitch ever had. I could see now why my mom was so insistent on me protecting her. I wonder if she knew this would happen. I couldn't call her though. She would probably resurrect her dream of being a grandmother and even though I knew I needed Shelby by my side I wasn't sure about kids especially after what happened to Abel.
While I was tying the flowers to the back end of the bike and enduring glares from the town's people, the cell rang. I fiddled with it a few times. Holding these flowers had made me too freaked out. By the time I picked it up, the line was dead. It rang again as I mounted my bike. Opie was on the other line telling me Jax needed me back at the Club now. Shit! First one of these jerks who said one thing about these flowers was getting clocked.
POV: Juice
I pulled up to the garage a little after Happy. I smiled at him when I noticed the flowers and he glowered at me.
"Don't go there, brother." I didn't say one more word and wiped the smile off my face. I needed to be whole tonight to be with my girl. No one was going to keep me from the full experience. We walked into the club. The mood was solemn.
"You dumb ass shitheads. You have no idea what you've done." Tig snickered at us and made his way to the chapel. Chibs stopped him in his tracks and signaled him back to the bar. Tig was pissed. Whatever Jax had to say to us, he wanted to be in on it. We both sat down. Jax sat at the front of the table. Opie and Chibs filed in. Jax looked perplexed and held two manila folders in his hand. He looked back and forth from us. Jax looked disappointed. I couldn't figure it out. Our deal in Oregon had gone off without a hitch. A sickening feeling began to hit the bottom of my stomach. My head began to throb and all I could think about was the rat trap Lincoln and Roosevelt set me up for. Did they know? I trashed the file but not my father's picture. That picture was underneath my floorboards. They can't know!
"Chanel came by with some intel you boys requested. She was very concerned and she showed me the files. " He darted each file out to us, one to Hap and the other to me. "You wanna explain to me what kind of Romeo and Juliet Westside Story shit your dicks got us into?" Jax yelled.
Happy opened his file first his face went from surprise to flat out rage as he flipped through it. This was about the girls. What did Chanel find out? I didn't want to open it but Jax signaled me to. What I saw was fucking unbelievable. This was their big secret. There was a birth certificate. Her last name is Alvarez. Her parents names weren't anything to me. What followed was. Mug shot for hitting a cop. A list of Mayan associations flowed down the page. Each association linked. I stared at the one highlighted- Marcos Alvarez- uncle. What the fuck was this? She can't be a Mayan. My heart was just about to pop out. I could feel my head throbbing harder and my eyes burned with tears. I shook my head in disbelief. I looked at Happy and he looked like a mad man.
"You didn't know? Happy? Juicy boy?" Chibs asked calmly and tried to look at me in the eye but I tried to avoid everyone's gaze. I wiped my face with my sleeve and uttered a weak "no".
"Now I do." Happy's voice was dangerously low. He was holding back endless rage. This is why Tig was smirking. That fucking asshole knew! I'm a dead man! She knows about Miles! How could she lie? How could she give herself to me like that? This was another trap and I fell in just like with Roosevelt.
"Juice? Juice? Juice! Boy, you need to pull it together!" Chibs was standing over me now.
"What do they learn?" Jax asked still angry but more controlling.
"Nothing. She never asked about Club business. " Breathing was getting harder. I felt it slipping away just like if the chain was around my neck again. I pulled the collar of my shirt but I knew that wouldn't relieve this feeling.
"Hap, what does she know?"
"Not a damn thing! She's just another whore!" Happy threw himself off the chair and walked out the Club. He left the file behind. Jax told Ope to follow him. I was still paralyzed.
"Liar!" Chibs yelled out. Tigs stepped in the doorway laughing. I jumped over the table and knocked him down. I would take my anger out on him. Jax and Chibs had to yank me off. Tigs charged back. Jax hollered at the Prospects and Phil and Rat pulled him back. Chibs shoved me into to the bathroom. I tried to push threw him and he punched me in the face.
"Juice! Stop it, laddie!" He shoved me back unto the toilet seat. My legs finally gave out and I cried like a little bitch. Chibs hugged me. "There we go again, brother, hugging in the bathroom. The last time this happened that hell bent Sheriff was blackmailing you. Now it's the girl. And don't lie to me Juicy boy, you love her? Ever since she got here you were finally being Juice again. Boy, you listen to me. I don't want to find you swinging from a tree like fruit for the crows. You understand me?" I nodded my head reluctantly. I just let it out. When I finally could stand, he walked me out. He kept a grip on me and warned me he would not let me be alone one second. He didn't trust me. I couldn't blame him. I wanted to just ride out back to Oswald's, pull the chain off the fence, and fall like Judas. It wasn't going to happen this time, at least not tonight. She won't be back so it wouldn't matter. Chibs whistled to one of the croweaters and banged the bar counter. The shots began to pour one right after another. I could only hope that with every this pain would leave me and that I could bear to find solace in a croweater and forget her.
POV: Happy
Lying bitch! I was making a fool of myself and she was just using me! I ran out of the Club because I couldn't look at the brothers. I needed to kill something now! I called my mom quickly and made sure she was safe. I will not hesitate to kill her if anything happened to my family. My mom's voice re-assured me that she was safe. I took precautions and sent some Nomads in the area to keep guard. What if this was payback for their cousin? I couldn't imagine my family being in danger because of some bitch. The fucked up part was I still wanted her. I walked to the bike and could hear Opie yelling for me to wait. I wasn't going to.
I tore the flowers off the back of the bike. I threw them down, pulled out my gun, and shot them. Then I put my lighter to them. I let them burn like the hope I had to actually have a companion. What the fuck was I thinking? Someone like me can't have anything other than meaningless sex. She tried to break me. She made me her bitch. No, I wasn't going to let her think for one minute that she was right! She was just another bitch. I called Terrell, the Grim Bastards intelligence officer, and got a location on that bitch. Ope kept talking but I couldn't hear him anymore. The rage inside me was too great. I will kill this bitch! I climb on and rode out. I could hear Ope and another bike behind me. I didn't look back. I didn't want to think about her cockiness, her smooth skin against mine, or her voice in the throes of passion. Thinking about it made me angrier because it was all fake!