Alright my luffs, here is a much longer chapter Nine. Just a few points, remember in the first few chapters it was going back and forth between past and present time? So far this story line that I am on right now with Juice making it back to the MC and everything that is happening with Nikki is all leading back up to the "present day" So the next chapter will contain that. Just so no one gets too confused. Like always you guys know what to do, R&R, let me know your thoughts. Do you think Juice will go back to the MC? If so do you think Nikki will support him? If not, what might the plan be?
Also tomorrow is my birthday, and my boyfriend is going to be spending the weekend here with me, so I probably wont be updating for a few days. So until then, XOXO!
Chapter Nine
Cuts and bruises eventually fade, and some people will sport the scars on their skin proudly. For Juice those scars, cuts and bruises were part of his life. They were battle wounds with stories to match. He knew what would happen to him when he followed Jax around the corner. He knew because it's not the first time hes done it. Jax has a secret that life, he wears two faces, one for his club and one for his enemies, which walked a fine line together.
Nikki was left to pick up the broken and chipped off pieces that fell off of Juice, and she did so happily. She would do her best to glue him back together, because he did the same for her when she was broken.
There was only one place that could sooth their souls. Nikki pleaded the small request into Juices ear after Chibs patched him up, he nodded, took her hand. And when Chibs asked, "Where ya off to, lad," all Juice responded was, "Be back in a few hours, that'll give you and the club plenty of time to decide. I'll come back when the votes in. I have my cell." And with that, Juice took Nikki, and walked out of the gates of Teller Morrow, and didn't look back. It was a sign of a man who had enough of club bull shit. Chibs sighed, and watched the two love birds on the bike, as they flew down the street.
Juice parked his bike, and held Nikki's hand as she got off. Neither one of them saying a word, it was a shared silence, letting everything that had just gone down, allowing all of it to sink in. For Nikki it would take longer, she wasn't used to the everyday violence that occurred with the club, Juice had been so used to it, that it practically numbed his skin. He didn't pretend to not notice the concerned glances she gave him, knowing how many questions must be floating around that pretty little head of hers. She would spill them once she settled down, Juice knew that for sure, she always did.
Their tree, their sanctuary, their small tiny island oasis in the middle of hell on earth, the willow tree was just that. Juice was the first to lie down, head propped up against the uncomfortable branch that uprooted itself from the ground. He remembered learning about that kind of stuff in science class as a kid. The teacher telling him something about when the tree is in search for water, after so long the roots pull themselves up to the service, literally uprooting themselves in search of a direct water source. However thirsty this tree was, it was still beautiful and full. Full branches of leaves that dangled down, touching the floor. Inside the leaves acted like a curtain, surrounding them, and closing them off from the world. Inside of their curtain tree, time stopped, and nothing mattered.
Nikki lay down, pressing her body into Juices side. His arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him. She laid her head down on his chest, and just like that, stayed together, quiet, blissful, at peace.
Nikki tried to calm her thoughts, tried to make sense of them, but they were too muddled up, and they were all asking questions and talking at the exact same time. She wanted to scream for all those little tiny voices in her head to shut up, but she wasn't that far gone. Instead, she closed her eyes, and mentally pleaded for them to speak one at a time so she could understand them better, and slowly, they quieted down, and she was able to sort them out.
"You knew Jax would hit you, didn't you? Because that's how he is, right? You said it before."
"Yeah."
"So why did you agree to "talk" with him?" She said the word with venom, and disgust.
"I knew what he was going to do. Call me stupid or whatever, but I did it to prove something today, and I think Bobby and Chibs got the message, clear as day. If the MC is going to run smoothly, someone with a level head needs to be president. Jax Teller has done a lot for SAMCRO, and no matter what, he will always bleed for the club, he was born into that life, he is the club, but that doesn't mean that at some point he wont be bad for it. That point just happened to happen sooner than later. Guess the apple really doesn't fall far from the tree after all." Because it was Gemma who twisted his son into what he is, and it was Clay who helped her wind him that way. Jax lost it a long time ago, and first took all his aggression out on Clay for the shit he did, but now he's turning into the same man he put down.
"So you're hopping they kick Jax out of the club?" Nikki spoke about the club and asked questions like an innocent child. She didn't know any of the lingo they used, or what entailed the "kicking out" part. She was learning as she went, and Juice was more than happy and patient to teach her along the way.
"In an ideal world, Jax would be stripped of his patch, maybe even kicked from the club." And dare he say it, meet Mr. Mayhem, because god only knows the man deserves it. Juice just wasn't the type of guy to want that for a member, or anyone at all, unless they deserved it. Jax did deserve it, but for Juice to verbalize his want for such violence towards a member, a brother, only twisted the knife in his gut even more, the same knife Jax stabbed him with.
"I love you Nikki, and I love the club. I love the guys too…. And in some sick twisted way, I still love Jax, despite what he has done, but I'm tired of being beat up, and I'm tired of taking his shit. I'm done. Reguardless of what the club votes, you decide what we do. You say the word and I'll leave this life behind for you. You say the word and I'll take you wherever you want to go, we can start over somewhere else, or we can stay here. I can try to work it out with the MC, we're earning straight. If they vote Jax out, things will be ok. It's up to you, your call either way."
"I just don't want to see you get hurt anymore. If you think the MC is going to be good for you, for us, then stay. I would never ask you to leave something you love. My life is with you now, you are my family. I don't have a home unless it's with you. Either way, I will support you. You do what you think is going to be best for the both of us."
Juice smiled, that's why he loved this girl so much. She was never selfish or greedy; she looked at the bigger picture and no matter what she always supported him. She is a good old lady, and he would spend the rest of the time they had together showing her that.
When Juices phone finally rang, and Chibs gruff Scottish voice filled the phone with, "Votes in, you coming back now, lad?" Juice smirked a knowing smirk, he could read Chibs voice, he already knew what the vote was. "Be right there." He hung up the phone, and sighed content, shoving the phone back into his pocket.
"What happened?" Nikki asked.
Juice looked over at her and smiled, so when he didn't say anything, she was prompted to ask again, "What?" Only this time a smile erupted on her face, because maybe she knew everything was going to be ok.
Juice rolled over, pinning Nikki beneath him. She let out a giggly squeak, as her arms wrapped around Juices waist. "I want to fuck you right here, under this tree, and make you scream my name for the whole world to hear." Juice said, looking directly into Nikki's eyes.
Her face grew hot, and her eyes bright. She was brought up in traditional ways of life, where sex was only done as an act of love, and in the privacy of your bedroom once you were married. "What?" She shrieked, "Here? Outside where people can see and here us?"
"No one is going to see you, I won't let them, your mine, only I can see you." Juice leaned down, capturing her lips in his, and he felt her relax a bit. "Not to mention we are surrounded by the tree, no one will see us, there isn't really anyone here anyway." Again he brought his lips down to hers. He was right, there wasn't anyone really there, except for the occasional mother jogging, and pushing a stroller, men walking their dogs. Children were in school, and most of the adults were at work, so the park was pretty much empty. The few people that were there were wrapped up in other things, they wouldn't even notice the two of them fucking under the tree.
Juice reached down between Nikki's legs, rubbing his fingers in a circular motion over Nikki's clit. She moaned, into the kiss, and with that, he knew it was ok. He quickly removed her shorts, and panties, and then unzipped his pants. Nikki pushed them down just enough to pull his cock out, and just like that, he slips inside her. Fills her up, makes her eyes see stars, as she is pushed into the sweetest oblivion. His face is buried in her neck, placing soft kisses and nibbles along her collar bone. Her eyes have the perfect view of swaying vines and blue sky. She is moaning softly into his head, calling his name, begging him. Her body is on fire, but so is his, and together they climax.
It doesn't last long, and that's not a bad thing, because Juice has somewhere to be, should already have left. But he needed this moment, to officially mark this place their own, their private oasis.
Nikki sighs, as her body comes down from the sexual high. Juice does the same, resting his head on her chest, still inside of her, neither one of them wants to move. They are both alright with that, because his still being inside of her afterward gives her another high in itself. It grounds her, and lets her know that she is everything to him, that she isn't just some quick fuck for him whenever he needs it. He loves her, and she loves him, and being joined together, causing each other such pleasure, and coming down from that together, is more than she could ask for.
Eventually Juice does pull out with a sloppy pop sound, Nikki moans again. She misses him already. She is his lock and he is her key, they fit together perfectly. Juice stands up, pulls his pants up and buckles his belt. Nikki is still lying there, half naked, and she doesn't seem to care, because he promised her no one would see her. Regardless if they were outside or inside, she takes his word for it, and leaves her body open and exposed. She is still dripping from his cum inside of her, which leaves her feeling wet and sticky.
Juice smiles down at her, she looks so beautiful in this moment. So beautiful and vulnerable at the same time, and its then that Juice tells her to put her clothes back on, and she does so with his help.
By the time they reach the club house, Chibs and Happy are sitting outside as if they were already waiting for Juice to come back.
Juice walked up to Chibs, who pulled him into a brotherly hug. When the two parted, there was one new thing Juice noticed, Chibs's Kutte no longer held the Sgt. At Arms patch, but the President's patch.
"What happened to Jax?" Juice questioned.
"The club listened to what you had to say, if they weren't convinced by you, they sure as hell was after Jax attacked you. The club voted for a new president."
"What about Bobby?"
"Bobby didn't want it, said that patch turns people into something they aren't, and maybe he's right."
"You'll be a good prez, brother." Juice left it at that, but still lingering in the air was one more unanswered and unasked question. "Where do I stand with SAMCRO?" Chibs smiled, wrapped his arm around Juices shoulders and said, "Exactly where you belong. No more shit Juicy Boy. You do what you were brought into the club to do, ok lad?"
Juice felt tears sting his eyes, he was more than relieved. "The guys are ok with me coming back?" Juice had to be just a little timid, Chibs knows this, nor he wouldn't expect anything less from the kid, especially after all the shit Jax dragged him through.
"Do you really think you'd be standing here right now asking me that question if the club wasn't ok with it Juicy?" That was all Juice needed to hear, and just like that he was accepted back with open arms and pats to his back. Everything was going to be ok, everything would fall back into place, and Juice would resume his role as the technical guy for the club, just like he was before the shit hit the fan.