A\N: hey sorry the last one was so short I just thought that was a good place to take a commerical break, Dont worry HSLP, your girls coming soon i promise.
Juice was quiet for a while. I managed to pull myself together. He spoke first. "Selen, what where you doing starting fights with him? You know better than that." He spoke softly. I sniffled."He started talking about dad." He winced. "He was drunk and mom was out. He started bragging about all the men he killed. I tried to go to my room but he pulled me to the kitchen, saying 'He was the new dad now, He was the man of the house'" I mocked his rough voice and heavy accent. "He said dad deserved to die.....and i lost it. I sucker punched him. I knocked him down once and didnt quit. i just kept hitting him till he grabbed my arms and hit my face. I managed a good kick to his balls, and ran to my room grabbed my bag and jumped my window." I finally breathed. He looked up. "Sel, that's a two story drop!" I looked at my scratched hand and felt my torn cheek. "Yeah, its further than it looks too. But what could I do? He was gonna kill me! I could hear him getting his gun Juan!" I was breathing heavily. The fear was still in my heart."So I'd heard where Charming was, and followed the signs to the only bike shop in town." Juice hugged me tightly. "We'll get it sorted out." I'd never heard his voice so rough. Family was everything to us. We were only a year apart but he always had to look out for his hermana pequeña, his little sister. Our father was leader of the Mayans seven years ago. Him and his half brother Marcus Álvarez, our uncle and Vice Pres at the time were on a job of taking out some drug smugglers the edge of town. This was when the Mayans and the Sons Of Anarchy got along. Well as Marcus explained it, 'He was shot by one of the dealers.' He said he was 'Weak hearted'. Soon after Marcus became President all hell seemed to break loose. Drugs came into town, prostitutes walked the streets night and day, and worse of all...he married our mother. That was the last straw for Juan, or Juice as you know him. He became a SOA member. Álvarez exiled him after that, said if he entered town again he'd be shot and killed on sight. I havent seen my brother for 6 of those years. We'd kept in touch now and then. I'd sneek off to mail a letter and had my own privet box at the post office. But even with the letters every few months, I didnt know much of what went on. I'd lost my brother and not only that I'd lost my best friend.
Now, I know what your thinking. Why didnt I just move to Charming. Well, I couldnt leave my mother. Or the life I'd made. But I guess after tonight that was all lost now.
Juice walked me down the stairs. He lead me past the poole table to the bar to sit down. He looked so beatin and worn down, but under it all he still had hints of his happy self. Even when he was angry you could see hints of his smile. The boy, Half-Sack, was still cleaning the club. It was more than spotless by now. I smiled and waved. "Juan?" I asked. His face turned red. "Call me Juice." He said ashamed glancing at Half-Sack. "Ok, Juice, Where are the bathrooms? I gotta pee." I laughed. He just rolled his eyes and pointed to a sign marked. "Chicks". I quickly ran off.
Prospect walked up to Juice, broom in hand. "Sooo?" Prospect smiled his boyish smile. Juice raised his brow in confusion. "She's smokin' right? I hooked you up good. I mean if I had a girl like that in my place....whooo. Hehehe." Juice just simply smiled...then grabbed him by the head cutting off his air. "That...is my sister."
"Oh shit!"
"If you wanna keep the other nut you'll not say another word, Capiche?"
"Got it...man...sorry." Juice released him just in time for me to exit the "Chick" room. "Jeeze, nice shiner" Prospect said with out thinking. I'd forgot I had my hair pulled back. Embarrased I covered my face quickly with my hair. Juice gave him a good punch to the shoulder. "Jua- I mean Juice, be nice." He guiltily rolled his eyes.
I sat down near the bar, the boys followed behind, and grabbed a Corona from the back. "You gotta pay for that." Prospect pointed out. Juice gave him a dirty look. "Its on the house hehe!" He answered quickly with a fake smile. I took a swig. "So when's the leader get in, What was his name, Clayton, or Clave, 'er something like that?" I asked. Prospect went behind the bar and pretended to clean up but he was really slipping the rest of the beer in the fridge away from my reach. "Clay won't be in thill 'bout noon. Juice, how did the...job go last night?" He asked looking at me worried. Now both looked at me. "Good, we met our quota" He laughed at some inside joke.
"Clay'll be happy to hear that." Prospect laughed too. "Well," Juice said. "Seeings how Clay wont be back till noon and none wakes up till then...I think I'm going to bed. I feel like shit."
"You look like shit." I joked.
"Haha, Yeah." Prospect laughed. Juice gave him a look and he instantly stopped. Juice turned back to the stairs.
"Prospect, keep an eye on her till Clay gets here. Keep her out of trouble." I laughed looking at Juice.
"I will," Prospect said, little to my knowledge he was looking at my ass. I turned around and looked at Prospect as Juice made a jesture of cutting off his last nut as promised. I looked back at Juice, missing something between them. Prospect put a hand over his pants and gulped. "I'll watch out for her..."
"Good." Juice sighed and walked up the stairs.
For the next few hours I helped him clean up the remaining bottles and trash stashed behind nooks and crannies of the club. In the process I found; 6 guns under a couch, a baseball bat under the pool table, a crowbar in a secret door of the bar, and a bag of what looked like vitamins under a computer desk. All of which had to be returned. Prospect explained they were for 'protection', he air quoted. The vitamins he had no idea what they were for, so I just trashed them.
I was cleaning some photos when I realized what I was looking at. A wall dedicated to mug shots. Prospect noticed me staring and came up.
"Are these all club members?" I asked. Many of these men had multiple photos.
"Yup" He laughed. "Let me give you a tour so to speak." He pointed to a man I'd seen last night. The one with he square jaw. "This is Clay, He is the leader. He's an alright guy, just dont piss him off." He moved on to a stout man with a big fro and bushy beard. "That's Bobby. He dresses up as Elvis and does birthdays and stuff. This is Happy," He pointed to a serious looking bald man. "This is Chibs, If you ever need a drinkin buddy Chibby is your man. Let's see. This is Opie. You'll like him he's got a few kids. That's his dad Piny," He pointed to a man hooked up to oxygen. "He has emphazima, but that wont stop him from smoking. That...well thats me." He blushed. "My first time haha." He looked as red as in the photo. "That's Juice, you know him. And lets see....Ah, and that's Jax." He pointed to a handsome man with blonde hair and light facial hair. He looked pissed off in his mug shot, but I guess anyone would be. Just then the main door jingled and a handfull of men walked in just as two walked down the stairs fo the appartments. Prospect pointed to the last photo. "And that's Tig, who you avoid at all costs." The handful of men came to greet the Prospect and his visitor. I felt a hard slap on my ass. "And who is this fine lookin lady?" I looked at the photo Prospect was pointing to then to the man. Tig.
Prospect paused . "That's Juice's sister..." Tig was silent for a second.
"Excuse me while I bleach my hand." Tig said in a monotone voice looking off into space as he walked away. Bobby walked up to us. "I didnt know Juice had a sister?" I smiled. I went to shake his hand. He pulled me in for a hug. "Ah!" He exclaimed. "Yer a sister of a brother, we hug here!" He laughed letting me go. Happy gave me a silent yet stern nod as a sort of "Hey." Piny and Opie came up next. "Good to meetchya." Piny said as a puff came from his oxygen. Opie gave me a good and firm hand shake. "Didnt know Juice had family. He doesnt talk about it much." The room seemed to all be doing the same thing, avoiding the black eye as if it were nothing, something I was thankful for. Just then another loud jangle came from the door. Clay had walked in. "Hiya boys." He said slaping backs and shaking hands. I leand toward Prospect. "Did I miss some sorta event?" I asked whispering. He leaned in too. "Last night we celebrated a victory of a boxing match last night. That's why the club was open so late last night. We earned twelve thousand last night." I raised my eyebrows. Twelve thousand! Thats alot for a boxing match. Prospect quickly sat straight again once Clay had noticed us speaking. "And who do we got here." He said, his voice was muffled by a cigar. "Ah, your that girly from last night. I think Juice is in bed Toots. Maybe come back in a few hours he had a rough of which." He turned to Prospect. "Where's Tig, How did it go last night?" Prospect answered the second question first.
"Good, job well done." Tig came out of the bathroom drying his hands looking at them in shame just as Juice came down the stairs. "Ah Ugh!" Tig cried and went back to the bathroom to wash his hands again.
"What's all this noise?" Juice asked realizing a good part of the Crew where down stairs.
"We'll there Ya go Toots. Sleepin Beautie finally awoke." Clay said smiling.
"Actually...." Prospect stuttered. Clay looked at him. "She's his sister....she spent the night till he came back." Clay looked at Juice. Oh shit, i thougth, what trouble did I get him in?
"Juice," Clay had a stern look on his face. "A word" Juice followed into a room with a long wooden table.
"Opie, get Jax on the phone. We need to have a Church Meeting." Opie whiped out his phone and quickly dialed obiedently. I looked at Juice worried. He gave his best 'It'll be ok' look. They all gathered into the "Church" and awaited this Jax guy.
