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Apologies to Cherokee Daniels and SammiePotter0330. I know the two of you previously reviewed chapter five and six, and I did not thank you, that's because I got the alerts to those reviews like a month later... I'm so sorry it took so long, but thank you for the reviews anyway :):)
Sliver of Melody: Thank you for the review :):) I actually liked Hale in the second season, and so I felt like it was about time things between him and Letti cleared up. He's there for her, and she knows that, and she actually wants the two of them to be able to be friends. So yeah, I feel bad for him too, kinda. But I'm still very much a Juice girl :P
lennon9091: Thanks for the review! So happy to know you're enjoying the story :):) Yeah, I felt like it was the right time for her to say it, you know? Though I'm not too sure when Juice will ;P
MissTeller-Ortiz-Dixon: I love the fact you're reading both my stories right now, it must kill you to have to wait for both of them :P Any who, back to your review (hey, that rhymed :D ). Unfortunately, things aren't going to be easy going for Juice and Letti, but I mean... this is the Sons of Anarchy we're talking about. The drama is only going to get bigger, and badder. But through it all, I'm sure they find a way to stick together... at least I hope...
KellyJellyxo: Thank you for the review! I wasn't sure if the kiss would be cute or cheesy... But I mean, who doesn't love some cheese? ;P
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Oh, and btw... I skipped the fight scene because I suck. Yeah, I know, I would have wanted to read it too... but if I'd written it, you would have hated it :/ So... Sorry!
Bamby
SPOV
I'd been sitting at the bar inside the clubhouse, watching the security screens, waiting. Night had come and gone. Now it was early morning, though the sun still wasn't up yet. Jax and the others still weren't back. We hadn't heard from any of them... my worry had been bubbling before, but now it was boiling over. Everything ounce of my being was telling me to be scared, because something told me things clearly weren't okay...
Movement on the screens caught my attention, pulling me from my thoughts. Sitting up straighter, I watched with anticipation and hope as the gates started to open. The moment I saw a bike on the other side, I shot out of my seat and made a run for the exit, needing to make sure my guys were okay. But as I rushed outside, I came to a stop as I watched only two bikes pull up. Happy on one, Kozik on the other...
Jax wasn't back. Juice wasn't back. Clay wasn't back. Chibs, Tig, Bobby, Opie, Kip... they were still out there...
My heart dropped.
Standing there, unable to move, I watched as Happy came over to me, clearly seeing the distress in my eyes. "They're fine." he assured me, and suddenly I felt like I could breath... "They're at the police station. Weston and Zobelle were arrested."
This was a shock to me. "What for?"
"Arson and possession of drugs."
Without thinking about it, I reached into my pocket and pulled my keys out before I turned to start for my car. I didn't care what the rules were. I didn't care that I didn't have an escort or that I was leaving to meddle in club business. All that mattered to me was getting out of here and making sure my boys were all okay. I needed to see it for myself, and nothing was going to keep me from going.
As I continued for my car, Happy and Kozik hurried after me, moving to stand in my way.
"Where do you think you're going?" Happy looked down at me with what was supposed to be an intimidating glare.
But even the big bad Happy couldn't and wouldn't stop me from leaving. My mind was made up. I would get out of here eventually. Just watch.
"Step away from the door, Happy. I'm going to go see them." I answered shortly. "I'm not waiting here till they get back. Nothing is going to stop me. Not you, or anyone else. So, step out of my way."
Just as I finished, the clubhouse door opened as mum cam out, with Tara and Lyla right behind her.
"Happy!" mum called. We both looked over to her as the three of them headed for Tara's car. "It's okay. Let her go." she nodded for me to join her. "Come on, baby girl. You can come with us."
With the orders coming from the queen herself, Happy had no choice but to step aside- even though I could tell he didn't think it was a good idea to let me go.
Before I turned to head over to mum and the others, I looked up at Happy. "We'll be fine." I reassured him as best as I could. With that, I moved over to the car where mum, Lyla and Tara were waiting, wanting to get out of here and see the guys as soon as possible.
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Before mum parked the car outside the station, I was already getting out. With my door open and seat-belt off, I stepped out a second or two before she stopped the car. As she called to me, trying to tell me off for being so reckless, I ignored her, my attention completely focused on Juice.
He was headed over to us, shaking his head at me. "What the hell are-"
I cut him off as I jumped up into his arms and wrapped my own around him in a tight embrace, holding him for dear life. I'd known I was worried about him, but it wasn't until that moment that I hadn't realized how scared I'd actually been. Some part of me had really wondered if I'd ever see him again... But now, seeing him, feeling him, everything was so much better.
His arms moved to wrap around me, pulling me closer as he buried his face in my hair. "I'm okay. We're all okay."
Giving it another moment or so, I stayed in his arms a little longer before I pulled back enough so I could see his face. He'd taken a few hits, bruises forming and cuts bleeding. Leaning forward again, I kissed each one, hating the fact he had been hurt. But I also knew this wouldn't be the last time something like this happened, and despite the fact I didn't want anything happening to him, I wasn't going to get in the way either.
Of course, it wasn't just Juice I was worried about. I wanted to go make sure the others were okay as well. But for now they could wait. Besides, mum, Lyla and Tara had gone up to see them. Plus I'm sure if anything was wrong, I'd know by now.
Pulling away again, Juice looked down at me once more, while I looked up at him. It was at that moment, everything settled. I no longer felt sick with worry, or nervous. I was just so glad everything was okay. That he was okay. That we were okay. Things still weren't one hundred percent, but I would take this small moment of reassurance and enjoy it while it lasts. Hell, I might even make me stretch on a little longer...
"Come back to the clubhouse. You should let me take care of these cuts." I suggested, lifting my hand to run a finger under one of the cuts.
His eyes closed at the touch, his face leaning into my hand slightly.
When his eyes opened again, I saw the darkness in them. It was hard not spot the lust looking down at me. I could practically see all the things he wanted to do. As if the last of the adrenaline form the fight had suddenly poked it's head up with the possibility of more action. The idea of going back to the clubhouse seemed like a pretty good idea to both of us at that moment...
But as I opened my mouth to suggest it again, Juice pressed me against the car as his lips came down to mine. His hold went from tender and caring, to needy and hungry. He set me on the trunk of the car, his tongue now slipping into my mouth to tangle with mine as heat coursed through me. My body tingled with the familiar passion and hunger I felt whenever I was with Juice like this.
His grip on my waist tightened ever so slightly, his body pressing against mine in all the right places. I could feel all of him. I could feel exactly how much he wanted me, and it just turned me on even more. He wanted to take me right there and then. Part of me wanted him to as well. But at the same time, I was still sane enough to make sure all clothing stayed on. Though that didn't mean I was going to stop him altogether. I was enjoying the kiss too much.
"Juicy boy!" Juice and I pulled apart at the sound of Chibs' voice as he called to us. "Let the girl go!"
Looking to me again, Juice kissed me once more, short and sweet. A promise that we weren't finished here. What we'd started would finish, once we got back to the privacy of our room.
Pulling back again, he helped me to the ground before he slid his hand into mine as we started to head over to the others. Chibs sat on the hood of Unser's car, Kip on the building's ramp, while the others waited undercover by the door. They all seemed as relaxed as they could be considering the guys they wanted dead were safely tucked away in two cells...
"Hey, Lett." Tig opened his arms, seeing the worry in my eyes.
I let go of Juice, hugging Tig. "You okay? Do you need anything?"
"Nah, we're all good." he assured me.
I stepped back, nodding to him before moving to where Jax, Tara, Ope and Lyla stood by the railing. Jax's eyes locked on to mine, a silent message passing between my brother and I. He knew I needed to see him. To talk to him. To really know that he was okay. Tara must have seen it as well, because without a look to Jax, she stepped aside so he could push froward and wrap his arms around me.
Resting my cheek on his chest, I let the warmth of his hug calm the last of my worries. "I'm so glad you're all okay. When Happy and that other guy came back without you... God, you have no idea how sick I felt. I swear, I thought they were coming to tell us the worst..."
He just squeezed me tighter. "I'm sorry you had to go through that, Scar." he mumbled, kissing the top of my head. There was a moment of silence before he pulled away enough so he could look down at me. "Scar... You and Juice-"
Unable to help myself, I let out a short groan as I rolled my eyes. "Not now. Don't lecture me about it when we're caught in the middle of all this crap. If you're gonna tell e how it's a bad idea, then it can wait."
He just shook his head. "It's not that. I just- I need to know if it's serious. If you really want this. I know Juice is a good guy, he's my brother, and I trust him with my life. But I need to know if I can trust him with my sister."
"Jax, I've never been more serious about anyone or anything."
Looking into my eyes, searching for any hint of nerves or possible doubt, Jax waited a moment before he gave a short nod as his arms fell and he let me go. I couldn't quite read his expression, which was a first. Usually I could read my brother like a book. Most people were surprised we aren't twins, when the see how close we are. Even after all those years apart, things just fell back into place once I was back.
But right now, as I looked up at him... I couldn't tell what he was thinking or feeling. I wasn't sure if he trusted my decision, or if he thought I was making a mistake. I wasn't sure if he was going to let Juice and me be, or if he was going to try and get in the way. I wasn't sure about anything at that moment.
JPOV
The sun was well and truly up now. Scarlett had stayed leaning against my chest as I sat on the hood of Unser's car, my arms around her. Chibs sat next to me, the three of us talking here and there. Bobby was asleep on the stairs, Tig was asleep on one of the chairs by the front door of the station. Clay and Gemma were standing together, also by the door. While Jax and Tara, and Ope and Lyla stood in pairs leaning on the railing by the ramp which Half-Sack was pacing.
The last few hours seemed to drag on as we waited for news on Weston and Zobelle. It didn't matter that they were arrested. We had a score to settle, and the moment we could, we'd do what we intended to do last night. Kill them.
Gemma deserved the retribution for what they did. Otto deserved pay back for the fact that one of them stabbed him in the eye mere weeks ago. The club deserved to get some revenge on the assholes who'd turned everything upside down form the moment they stepped into our town. Zobelle and his men had caused nothing but trouble, pain and drama since they showed up at the clubhouse that first night. It was about time they felt some of that heat.
As I wondered about the many ways we could get the revenge we so desperately wanted, my attention was pulled to the station as the door opened. Unser stepped out, and just like that, everyone gathered to stand behind Clay and Gemma as we waited for Unser to tell us everything.
Walking over to join the others, I felt Scarlett's hand slip into mine, her grasp tight and desperate. I knew she had mixed feelings about all of this. On one hand she didn't want us to do anything, because she didn't want us to get hurt. But she also wanted Weston and Zobelle dead, for the same reasons as the rest. She was a Teller, and the need for blood was as strong in her as it was in Jax. But like I said, she's a Teller, and the safety of the people she cared about was very important to her.
I gave her hand a quick squeeze, hoping to at least ease her mind slightly.
Reaching the others then, we came to a stop just as Unser began to speak. "Stahl's been locked in a room with FBI two hours now. No idea what's going on."
"What about Weston?" Jax asked, stepping closer to the chief.
"Still waiting to hear from the DA." Unser shrugged. "Sorry."
Scarlett turned to face me, my arm instinctively wrapping around her. Clay gave a nod to Tig, silently saying that he wanted us guys to go wait somewhere so Jax, Ope and himself could talk to their Old Ladies- I guess that included me now...
But as the other moved to head towards the cars where they'd wait for Clay, Jax and Opie, Scarlett followed them, pulling me along. I knew then, chances of her going back to the clubhouse were slim. Scarlett walked us to the side of Unser's car, leaning against it as she pulled me closer. I grinned, seeing where this was going. As I suspected, she leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on my lips.
It was funny how out of everyone in the club or part of the club, she was the only non member who Clay couldn't tell what to do. I had noticed on many occasions that he would look at her, wanting to yell at her and tell her to do what she was told. But she'd simply glare, or give a look, and Clay gave in. You'd think, seeing that he's her stepfather, she'd do as he wanted. But the fact that she was his daughter seemed to mean the opposite. Scarlett was the only person he couldn't order around. Even Gemma had less of a say when it came to Clay.
Sighing, I pulled away slightly, to look down at her. "You should go with your mum..."
"You had your fight, and all that crap. I'm not leaving you again. Today, you're stuck with me." she gave a sort and sweet smile, one she knew I couldn't resist. But even if I could, there was no way to change her mind or force her. There was no room for argument. She was staying with us, and that was that.
Leaning forward, she pressed a soft kiss to my lips, though it didn't sty soft for long. I pushed forward, diving into it. The kiss turned deep and hungry quickly. My hands came to rest on her waist, pulling her closer to me as she grasped, pulling me closer ever so slightly. My fingers inched under her shirt bit by bit, until I felt her bare skin, which only added flue to the fire of my need.
"Would you two cut it out?" Bobby hit me across the head.
We pulled apart, Scarlett giggling as I rubbed my head. "Jesus, Bobby." I groaned.
Scarlett's giggles died, her smile staying in place though. At the sight of her there, I grinned, pulling her towards the hood of the car where we climbed up and sat on the roof next to Chibs. She leaned against my shoulder, hand holding mine, and we stayed like that, waiting for more news.
SPOV
"Comfortable?" Unser asked as he walked down the stairs to stand in front of his car. Chibs, Juice and I sat on the roof of it, while Jax, Clay and Ope leaned against the hood. Tig and Bobby stood on each side.
"What?" Jax asked, ignoring the chief's question, wanting to get down to business.
"Bad news for law enforcement. Weston and Zobelle are both walking."
"How?"
"Chucky's testimony don't hold up. And Zobelle has been working for the FBI all along."
"A rat?" Clay leaned forward, disbelief apparent in his words.
Unser shrugged. "Trading senators and AB shot-callers."
My step-dad and brother scoffed, Clay standing up. "Thanks." he nodded to Unser who then walked back towards the station. Addressing Jax, he said, "Get to Otto. Have him send word up the ranks. Gets us protected inside again. Stops any Aryan backlash once we drop Weston."
Jax nodded, getting up and patting Clay on the arm before moving to his bikes. He stopped, turning back to the rest of us. "Hey. Weston's mine." he spoke to Tig.
Tig nodded. "I know." with that, Jax turned back, moving to his bike. He only got to take two steps before Tig called him back. "Jax." he gestured to the door to the station.
Zobelle and his daughter walked out, Hale, another cop and some suited up guy in front of them.
I slid off the car, moving to stand in front of the guys, glaring at the blonde bitch and her father. I wanted them dead. I wanted it slow and painful, dragged out until they begged for mercy, until they wanted it all to end. I wanted them to feel the pain they'd cause me and my family, and so much more. They deserved a life time of living hell, and I hoped to God they got it.
"My guys will escort you wherever you need to go." Hale offered them.
Zobelle just shook his head as he daughter turned to look at us, her eyes focusing on me. "That won't be necessary." Zobelle offered that cheap smile to Hale before leading his daughter to their car.
The sound of bikes approaching had all of us turn to look up the road. That's when we saw the Mayans, heading our way...
"Holy shit." Jax's voice pulled my attention to him as looked from the Mayans to Zobelle's car.
"Alvarez." Tig noted.
Clay nodded, all the guys seeming to know something that I didn't. "Browns protecting their investment, huh?"
Juice's arm came around me protectively. "Come on."
I followed him as he lead me to his bike. Grabbing the spare helmet, I got on behind him as Zobelle and the Mayan's left, the rest of other guys getting on their bikes too. One by one they rode off, in their formation.
Juice looked at me over his shoulder. "Hold on!" he called before riding off.
Bamby
