Author's Note: From here on out it's going to be Milla's POV. I liked getting in Juice's head but I feel more at peace in Milla's

Nothing you recognize is mine. I only own the original characters

Chapter Six

I had driven for hours, knowing the path by heart. Despite not having been there for years. I hadn't been allowed to visit since the Mayans controlled the area around Calabos and the Walker River reservation where my Great Grandmother lived. The gods were on my side and I only encountered Mayans once, but since I didn't have club colors on my vehicle I was safe. I drove to the gate of the reservation and was greeted by a man who looked somewhat familiar.

"What'd ya want?" He tried to look menacing.

"I'm here to see Gloria Wallace. Tell her it's Milicent, Clarence's daughter." I stayed in my car, waiting for him to open the gate.

"Clay's daughter eh, bet you don't remember Great Uncle Joe." A soon as he said that my eyes widened. I hadn't seen him since I was eight and Dad had taken us here for a few weeks one summer. We had to cut our trip short when Jax had shaved Uncle Joe's dog and taught his parrot to say, "fuck".

He said nothing else, just opened the gate and followed me as I drove in. I made a beeline for my Great Grandmother's house and was surprised that it had barely changed in the five years since I'd been there. I got out just as Great Uncle Joe came up behind me.

"Where's your trouble making brother? Just got Jo-Jo to stop saying "fuck" a couple a years ago but Stumpy's hair never did grow right after that." He pulled me into a hug and I hugged back.

"He's back at Charming, getting married in about a month. I'm just hoping to spend the night and get back to Charming in the morning." He let go of me and I shut my door.

"I'm glad you came, Ma's sight is going and it'll do her good to see what a beauty Clay's little girl has turned into." He ruffled my hair like he used to do when I was little.

"Why didn't she tell me? I call every couple of months." I was upset that she had kept this from me but not surprised. She probably thought of it as a weakness and there was nothing my Nan despised more than weakness.

"She's a tough old bird and she don't take pity. Come on, let's go." Uncle Joe led me into the house and I heard chopping from the kitchen.

"You come to help me in here Rosie? 'Bout time you got your fat ass here." She chuckled and came out of the kitchen but stopped when she saw me.

"Well, mercy, is that my little Millie. Come give your Nan a hug." She held out her arms and I went to them, keenly aware of the strength still in them.

"Nan I missed you so much." I felt tears escape and tried to stop them.

"Don't worry baby, cry if you want to. Tears aren't always weak." She held her arms tighter around me, then let go.

"Something's changed about you, you feel whole. You have a man." She made that decision and pulled me into the kitchen, "Tell me about him while you help me with this stew."

"He's sort of the reason I'm here Nan." I started peeling carrots while she chopped the herbs.

"If he strayed you'll know, and if he did you know what to do." I looked at her in shock, she knew my issues without being told.

"That's just it, if her strayed I have no idea what to do. It would mean everything we are is a lie and I don't think I could survive that." I set down the carrots before I ended up cutting myself.

"If he strayed all that would mean is he has a dick. He may get some sweetness somewhere else but you make sure he knows that his home's with you. You think your Pop-Pop never strayed? 'Course he did, I just made sure that what he got at home was better than anything else he got out there. You make him need home, then he'll never really leave. How do you think your mom's held onto my boy Clarence all these years?" What she said made sense but didn't feel right to me.

"But Nan, I don't want him to go anywhere for anything else." I continued with the carrots.

"You have so much to learn." She sighed and put the herbs in the stock pot.