Chapter 15

It has been a week since two Calaveras tried to kidnap me. Juice had been extra vigilant when it came to me and my safety. He rarely let me out of his sight and I was certainly never out of the sight of a club member or prospect. My only escape was when I went to the bathroom, it was like being followed around by large, annoying children. The other SAMCRO members with old ladies also put watches on them but mine were a strict don't leave her alone on pain of death. Most of the time I would have a prospect follow me around town while I was doing my errands. However I got the rare days when it as just Juice and me, I felt more at ease. I didn't actually feel like my life was potentially at risk. It was like when everything was simpler and I was naïve to the ways of things in his life or at least tried to pretend I was. Who was I kidding myself though, I was well aware of what I was getting myself into before I moved to Charming to be with Juice. I knew because I saw it all the time when I was in Belfast, SAMBEL was just as violent if not more because they were the grunts of the IRA. Gemma's piece of advice to me when I moved back to Charming was the same thing she told all the old ladies, "Sweetheart, you love the man, you learn to love the club." I never had a problem loving the club. Those men had treated me like their sister or daughter since day one. I never needed to learn to love the club. I needed to learn to accept the things that Juice did for the club and how that affected my life. I didn't want to live in the state of fear or under the watchful eyes of the Sons.

I was sitting in the office at Teller-Morrow, which had become a common occurrence when Juice was on club business. He was supposed to be home that afternoon after being gone for a few days looking for the men who tried to take me. They had a decent lead after all of the information I gave them. Happy, Juice and Chibs tracked the men to Oakland where they got help from the Mayans. I didn't like that Juice had gone but he said he wanted to be the one who found the men. I tried to keep myself busy with paperwork at Teller-Morrow but it wasn't helping. My mind kept wandering to Juice and the others. I hated that they were potentially risking their lives for me. It was nearly noon when Gemma wandered into the office to do some of her clerical work.

"Hello sweetheart." Gemma poured herself a cup of coffee that I had made earlier.

"Hi," I shuffled the papers on the make shift desk we made and then looked out the window.

"How you doin'? You look a little high strung today." She said pointedly and sat down at her desk. She was right I was high strung today, I was anxious about having Juice back home and in my arms. I missed him, I had a hard time sleeping when he was not in bed with me.

"I am anxious to have Juice home. I am tired of having a prospect in my house every night. I feel like I am babysitting them while there are there. I have to make sure they are fed, watered and kept entertained. Well, all except for Phil. He pretty much takes care of himself. However he pretty much eats me out of house and home when he is over." I looked over at her, "You wouldn't believe how much cereal he eats. He will eat a whole box of cereal in one sitting." I shook my head thinking about how much food I have purchased to feed the men who kept me safe.

"Darlin' you should go get something stronger than coffee to calm your nerves. That is an order and not a suggestion." She shooed me out of the office. I walked over to the clubhouse. They were preparing for one of the normal Friday night parties that tended to go on. Walking into the club house I was hit bit the smell of cigar smoke.

"Hello gentlemen." I waved at Bobby and Clay.

"Sweetheart." Bobby smiled at me and patted the stool next to him for me to sit down.

"Hello Darlin." Clay smiled as he took a puff off of his cigar.

"I was sent over by Gemma to get something stiff to drink because coffee isn't helping my nerves today." I smiled slightly. "She told me it was an order!" Clay laughed knowing his old lady liked bossing people around…she was such a mother in that way.

Bobby waved at one of the prospects they called Rat Boy, "Get the lady a drink, prospect." Rat got right on it. And before I knew it I had a whiskey on the rocks sitting in front of me.

"Thank you." I smiled at him as I took a drink of the golden liquid. I filled me with warmth as moved its way to my stomach. Rat nodded and went back to stocking the bar for the party. As I got a better look at him I saw why they called him Rat Boy, he slightly resembled a rat. His eyes were closer together and he had a shiftiness about him that reminded me of one. "I turned to Bobby and Clay. "Thank you as well." They both looked at me with a slight confusion in their eyes. "Oh I mean for taking such good care of me. I don't know what I would have done without the support of the club and all of you."

"Don't mention it sweetheart. We do what we need to for our family." Clay smiled at me. I finished drinking the whiskey and got up from the bar. My nerves were still on high alert but I was starting to feel a bit better.

"Well I better go and help Gemma with the rest of the paperwork for the shop." I walked towards the shop and I heard the rumble of Harley engines in the distance. I didn't know if it was just a few of the other members of SAMCRO or if it was Juice, Chibs and Happy. I decided I should just keep going to the office. As I got to the door they pulled in, it was the latter. My stomach jumped when I saw him. I could barely contain myself, my body screamed out that it had been too long since it had felt his touch. I ran to him and he pulled me into his arms. He took of his sunglasses and he was sporting a black eye.

"What happened?" I touched his face gently.

"Got into a tussle." As soon as he finished saying that he covered his mouth with mine. "I've missed you." I gasped, "How was your trip?"

"Let's go into the clubhouse and talk about it over a beer." He had a serious look on his face as we walked into the clubhouse. We sat down at a table with Happy and Chibs who already had beers. They must have told Rat that we both needed beers as well because he handed us each one. It must have been bad if they thought I needed a beer.

"So…" I paused readying myself for the news. "What happened?" I looked directly at Juice when I asked because I knew he might give something away in his actions or eyes. He did not. I knew looking at Happy or Chibs would be worthless, they would never give anything away.

"We found the guys we think tried to kidnap you." Juice looked at me with concern.

"Ok so that is a good thing…right?" I looked at them, they all had grave faces. "What?"

"We need you to identify them. We want to be sure we have the right guys." Chibs jumped in.

"I can do that." I said. "You're going to kill them aren't you?" I said in nearly a whisper.

"It's the only way I can keep you safe." Juice looked at me his eyes were begging for me to understand why he needed to do this.

"Alright. When can we get this done?" I was straight forward with him. No need in beating around the bush. I think I shocked them all. I did respect for life, but I knew I wouldn't win this fight. They would kill them no matter what, they voted on it. Kill the guys who put their member's old lady in danger and tried to take her. "Did you find out why they wanted to take me?" I questioned.

"We'll go tonight before the party, we have them in a warehouse. Tig and Opie are watching them right now." Happy looked at me with a stern look on his face. His normal look. "I got what they wanted to do to you out of them." He smiled darkly, I didn't like the dark Happy. I actually feared him when he was in that sort of mood.

"And?" I looked at him with a deep question in my eyes.

"They were going to…" he started

"Shut up man." Juice interjected.

I looked over at him, it annoyed me that he was trying to hide something. "I asked you not to keep things from me."

"They were going to rape you, torture you, and kill you. The wanted to send me pieces of your body and the video of you pleading for your life." Juice got up from the table, shoving over his chair and walking to the bar. I shuttered at the thought and the luck that I had the day when Tara pulled the gun. I felt the urge to be sick. I got up and ran to the bathroom where I was sick. How could anyone do that to another human-being? And just to hurt another person. What sort of sick men were they? There was a knock on the bathroom door before he walked in.

"Ky?" He opened the stall I was kneeling in.

"They need to die." I looked up from the toilet at him. "No one who would do that to another person should be allowed to live." He flinched slightly at my anger and reaction to what I had been told. I don't think he knew that I was capable of such malevolence.

Juice helped me up from the floor and I walked to this skin and splashed water on my face, and rinse out my mouth. He grabbed me and pulled me into his arms, his scent washed over me and I instantly felt safe and better. "I hate that I brought you into this, that I brought danger to our door." He looked down at me but didn't let go of me. "I will protect you with my life and never let anything like this happen to you again."

"Juice, I knew what I was getting into before I even came back to Charming. I am not stupid, I know that workings of clubs, fuck I was around SAMBEL for years. And Liam for even longer." I don't think what I said made him feel any better.

He kissed me, his mouth took possession of mine. I was burning where he touched me. "We should get this over with so we can go home." He let go of me and we walked out of the bathroom and he smacked my ass. I looked over my shoulder and smiled seductively at him. I knew everything he said to me was the truth and that he would protect me with his life. But I would also give up mine for him as well…whether he knew that or not, we would have to fight for life saving if it ever came down to it.

"We're going now!" Juice turned to Happy and Chibs. They both looked at me, I knew I must look utterly scared to them. But I felt at peace with this decision. I wondered if the deaths of the two men would bring more retribution to the club. Or if they would realize how serious they are and take a step back from trying to do anything thing to SAMCRO or its family.

"Are you sure about this bro?" Happy said gruffly but there was a spark of excitement behind his eyes. He glanced over at me as if asking Juice if I was okay with it. I knew Happy loved to torcher men who wronged the club, I also knew he killed without second guessing. I still loved him like my brother and I was set to never get on his bad side.

"She's fine with it." He said to Happy.

"Please don't act like I am not here. Let's just get this done before my moral compass turns back to compassion." I saw Happy smirk and there may have been a flash of pride in his eyes.

"Alright boys and lady, let's go." Chibs lead the way out the door.

"Are you sure you are okay doing this?" Juice asked me as he handed me my helmet.

"Yes. Now stop asking me." I was exasperated. I didn't need to talk about it anymore, fuck I didn't want to think about it. I just wanted to walk into the storage unit, identify the guys and leave. I knew it would be that easy but that is what I was hoping for as I got onto the back of the bike and hugged Juice's body.

We arrived at the storage unit which turned out to be an abandoned barn. There were four bikes parked outside the barn. I recognized two of them as Tig and Opie's bikes but I didn't recognize the other two. The Harleys had handlebars that were high where one would have to reach up to drive.

"Mayans?" I heard Chibs say to Happy. Happy mumbled something I didn't catch to him. I started to feel nervous and stopped. I didn't want to face those men again. Juice was a few steps ahead of me and he stopped too. Chibs and Happy turned around, "Everything okay?" Chibs asked with concern in his eyes as he looked at me. I felt flushed under the watch of his eyes, almost shameful, that I was afraid.

"Yeah, go ahead and go in, we'll be in, in a second." Juice motioned for them to go and turned back to me. "You don't have to go, through with anything, you know that right?" I nodded. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes momentarily to center myself. I knew I never wanted anyone else to have to deal with what these men were going to try to do to me if they had taken me.

"I know." I walked up to Juice and he took my hand into his. "I just needed a second to collect myself." I looked up into his eyes which were full of concern. "Juice, I am fine!" He shook his head like he didn't believe me but we started to walk anyway.

"Stubborn woman." He teased as we walked into the barn. Opie, Tig, Chibs and Happy were talking to two Hispanic men. They were both wearing cuts that had a tribal face on the back and they said MAYANS.

"Is this her?" One of the men who had a mustache and strip of goatee asked. His cut had a president patch on it. Obviously he was the president of the Mayans. His eyes studied me carefully as we walked up to him.

"It is." Opie said with some pride behind his voice.

"Marcus Alvarez." He held his hand out to me. The other man did not introduce himself to me but he did have a patch on that said Sergeant-at-Arms. Probably Alvarez's brawn, I thought to myself.

"Kylee." I shook his hand.

He had a tight grip as he looked me in the eyes. "I'm sorry that they tried to take you. If you were my old lady I would have slit their throats already. The shit they had planned." He shook his head and I smiled weakly at him, I knew it was his way of showing respect. "You're one brave woman for coming here."

"Go get them!" Chibs barked at Tig and I saw Alvarez nod at his sergeant at arms. "Let's get this fuckin' shite over with." He cracked his knuckles. I could feel the mood in the room change, it was like all of a sudden all their testosterone surged. Tig and the Mayan remerged from the back room of the barn with two men who had clearly been beaten up they both had blood coming from their mouths and bruising started on their faces but I recognized one of them immediately. It was the man at the pump, I tensed up next to Juice. He must have known because he put his hand on the small of my back for support and to let me know he was in it with me. The other man was slightly more battered than the other and it took me a second to realize that he had been the one who grabbed me at the gas station. I could feel the nausea roll over me in waves, being this close to these men again. I started to feel panic creep up on me. I moved closer to Juice as the two men stared directly at me with intense hate and anger in their eyes. I could see that the beatings that they received under the club had not changed the way they felt about what they wanted to do to me.

"Ky?" Juice whispered in my ear. I looked up at him, "Are these the guys?"

"Yes." I said in an almost in audible whisper as I looked back at the men who were struggling against Tig and the Mayan. "It's them." I said in louder voice. I caught the look on Happy's face when I said that. It was a wild smile, if a lion were to smile before attacking its defenseless pray, that would be the face I would imagine they would have.

"You'll pay for this you stupid bitch." One of them yelled out at me.

Happy moved forward and punched him in the stomach, "Shut the fuck up, scum bag!" The man hunched over slightly but stood back up and faced the group again his eyes throwing daggers at me. I needed to get out of the building. I turned to leave the building with my job now done. Leaving it to the guys to finish with the rest but Marcus Alvarez stopped me, "I have talked to the Calaveras president and they will not be messing with you or the other ladies of SAMCRO. If they have a beef with the club they will go straight to the source of it. If they don't follow through with this they will have us to deal with as well." I was shocked by his kindness especially since he didn't know me.

I had the urge to hug him but restrained myself. "Thank you. I really appreciate that." I turned and looked back to Juice who was fired up and focused. He was cracking his knuckles, in what must have been anticipation for revenge. I didn't bother him because I have never seen him look that way before. I knew he wanted to be the one to kill them which scared me slightly. I didn't know what I thought about loving someone who had the potential to be so violent. I walked outside and let the fresh air fill my lungs. I wanted to get as far from the building as possible but not having a ride made it impossible to leave. So I walked down the driveway and found a clearing that was about 500 feet from the barn. I decided to hunker down on one of the fallen trees. After this was over I could have my freedom again, I wouldn't have sitters anymore. I could go where I wanted to, when I wanted to. Hell, I could dance around my house ass naked if I wanted to. I was excited for the prospect of peace, quiet and privacy again. While I was thinking about everything that was going on in my life and how I felt about it. A gun shot rang out loudly and then another, they brought me crashing back into reality. It was done. Just like that two lives were gone. But how many lives were saved because those two were gone? How many innocent lives had they taken needlessly? I took a deep breath and started to walk back towards the barn. Marcus and Juice were walking out of it and talking. They shook hands and Marcus walked over to his bike and strapped on his helmet. He nodded at me as he started up his bike. Juice walked over to me, I looked at him tentatively. He looked relieved and as if a heavy load had been lifted off his shoulders.

"Hi baby." He took me in his arms and held me tightly. I sighed deeply finally feeling safe. "Let's go home." He gave me a slight smirk. I couldn't have agreed with him more.

As soon as we got into the house Juice attacked me. He practically ripped off my clothes; he assaulted my body with passionate kisses. Suddenly he stopped and stared at me in my jeans and bra, I made a pouty face at him then his picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I laughed as I dangled over his shoulder. He placed me gently on our bed. His eyes were smoldering with desire, he kept his eyes on me while he took off his shirt. I bit my lower lip as I hungrily looked at his body.

"You know when you bite your lip it drives me nuts." I growled at me. I bit it again and he pounce on me. He explored every part of my body with his mouth. I could have spent the whole night with him like this. I missed his body and the way it made me feel. He finally claimed me as his own again and shattered my world into thousands of tiny pieces. I loved him for never leaving me wanting. As we laid there panting and basking in post sex contentment, he turned on his side and ran his hand down my body. Each spot he touched tingled with pleasure, I looked over at him. "I can't get enough of you." He kissed my hand that was touching his chest gently.

"I wish we could stay here all night." I purred.

"We could." He smiled seductively at me.

"You know Gemma would never let us live it down. There is no way we could get away with it." I kissed his chest, his finely chiseled chest. "We have all day tomorrow to spend in bed, worshiping each other." I sat up. "I am going to go shower, care to join me?"

He nodded, "I'll be right in." As I walked into the bathroom I heard him on his cell, "Hey, is it done?...Yeah, we'll be there tonight….no she is okay, or at least seems like she is. I know she is a strong one isn't she? Yeah, thanks again brother for taking care of that for me, so I could go home with her. Yeah…Bye." I didn't know who he was talking to but I made sure I got into the shower quickly so he wouldn't know I was listening to his conversation. By the time he came in I was washing my body. He ran his hands down my back, I turned to face him with a smile.

"Care to scrub my back?" I handed him my loofa that was overflowing with soap. He took it and I turned around, he ran the loofa over my body being sure it was clean. In turn I did the same thing for him. We took our time in the shower, it was like washing of the day's events and moving on. By the time we got done with the shower I felt so much better. The day that started out with such horrible consequences was turning out to be a quite a lovely evening and knowing the way the Sons parties went I knew I would have a good time. It would help me keep my mind off of what happened as well.

As we were getting ready to leave the house, I turned to Juice and said, "Thank you."

He gave me a bewildered look, "For what?"

"For protecting me, for loving me, for making me feel safe, even if I had to have prospect sitters who ate us out of house and home."

"You're my old lady, I would do anything and everything in my power to keep you safe. I don't know what I would do without you, Kylee. You are my world." He embraced me and I kissed him. I didn't need to stand on my tip toes because I was wearing a cute pair of red heels I had picked up during the week. "You look fucking sexy by the way." I took a step back so he could enjoy the view a bit more. I had on a lower cut black shirt that had some beading embellishment on it, it showed off just the right amount of cleavage without giving anything away and a pair of dark jeans. I had pulled my long brown hair up into a messy bun wisps of hair had fallen out of it and framed my face.

"You don't look to bad either killer." I winked and then smiled broadly at him. I knew that my big, bad, biker fiancé and I would be okay. We made it through that day we could make it through pretty much anything.

A/N: Thank you guys for your continued support, I am sorry that you had to wait so long for this chapter…I was finishing up with finals in school as well as giving finals to my class. I am out of school for a month so hopefully I will be able to be more diligent with the updates. I hope you enjoyed this chapter…before we know it, it will be time for Kylee and Juice's wedding and you haven't seen the end of Ima's meddling. ;)