Hey guys, how is everybody? So I have just a few things to say before you start reading. First, I have only one more chapter left for this story, but dont worry, because this isn't the end for Juice and Nikki. I have decided to turn this into a series, and I have already started on the second story. It is called In The Butterflies Nest. Second, I am also working on a slash fic between Juice and Chibs, but before I put it out there, I just want to know how many would be interested in actually reading it, so at the end I will have a few lines from that story and just let me know what you think about it.

And now, here you go. Hope you all enjoy it, R&R!

Chapter Eleven

Juice mounted the last camera in the corner at the top of the stairs. The angle the camera was pointed over saw the entire hallway including the staircase. Juice climbed down from the ladder, a smile on his face, "All I need to do now is make sure they are all synced up to the computer and everything should be set. " Nero nodded, "Okay, thank you."

Meanwhile, Nikki sat on oversized couched which curved from one wall to the other, curving at the corner. It was comfortable, despite its magazine type look, she felt comfortable and relaxed against the velvety fabric. She wasn't the most comfortable, watching the girls prance around in their skimpy lingerie. She couldn't wait to go home. Her head was filled with half naked women, and her boyfriend, working with half naked women. What did he see in her? She looked nothing like these women, why would he want her when he could get any one of these girls? She wasn't sexy or cute like these girls, she didn't put on lingerie and prance around in her bra and panties, she didn't have big boobs, or a bubble butt, she didn't have curvy hips, she was just average. On a good day she couldn't even pull off a decent make up and hair style. What the hell did Juice see in her, why was he still with her?

By the time Juice was finished, he lightly touched Nikki on the arm, "Ready to go babe?"

"Huh? Oh… yeah, let's go." She was the first to walk out of Diosa, head down and quick steps. A wave of emotions ran through her body, tears spilled over her cheeks and she couldn't understand why.

"I don't think she's too happy with your choice of business, Juicy boy." Chibs said, clapping Juice on the shoulder.

"Yeah, I got that." Juice said, slipping in sunglasses on and his leather gloves before walking out.

He found Nikki sitting on his Harley, her shoulders were slouched forward, and her head was down. Juice cupped her face, forcing her to look up at him, it was only then he noticed her tears, and bent down to his knees. "Whats wrong, babe? Did one of the girls say something? I swear if…"

"No, no one said anything to me, everyone was really nice."

"What's wrong then? Are you feeling sick again?" Juice asked, the concern in his voice was overwhelming.

"No, I'm fine, but why are you with me?"

"What? Baby, I love you, you are my girl. Where is this coming from?"

"All those beautiful women with big boobs and full butts and plump lips and they are all beautiful and have so much sex appeal, and look at me, look at you." Nikki sniffled, "You are so hot, Carlos, you can get any girl you want, and your with me." Her voice hit a high pitch at the end, and she ended up hiccupping between words. Juice looked down, a smile spread across his face as he stood up, pulling Nikki with him. Once again, he forced her to look up at him, tears staining her cheeks, nose running, and lower lip quivering between tears. "You are right silly girl, you are nothing like those girls." With those words, Nikki's tears sped up, Juice smiled again, pulling her close to him. His lips captured hers, as he leaned down into her. His body pressed against hers, as he held her close. There was so much emotion and passion in that kiss, and Nikki let out a small squeak, she was losing her breath, and needed to breathe. Juice didn't give in though, not even when he felt Nikki's nails digging into his arms and neck, if anything he pushed his lips against hers even more.

Seconds later Juice finally pulled away. Nikki stood there, wobbly on her feet, head spinning, and completely out of breath. "Wow!" She said.

"Don't you ever think I don't love or care for you, or that I deserve someone else, because no one can give me what you give me. No you're not like those girls, you don't run around naked, having sex with whatever man looks your way, or woman for that matter, you are committed to me, you proved that. I love you Nikki, you are mine, and even though your body isn't perfect, and your boobs are plastic, and your butt is small, I don't care, I love you for who you are, not what you look like, which by the way, is a damn sexy beautiful lady." Juice said, kissing her cheek.

Jax watched Juice embrace the young girl, his lip curled up in disgust. Juice was nothing but a traitor and a rat. Why was he so important, when did that happen? The club was built on the Teller name, and now the only Teller that could take control was voted down in rank. It pissed him off, made his blood run cold. It was all Juices fault, and now he had to pay. In fact, if he wasn't going to run the table, then the end of the club was near, he could feel it in his veins, and if that happened, Jax would make sure Juice would die with it.

Pulling out his phone with one last puff of his cigarette, Jax dialed in the number. It only took a few rings before he heard his voice, "Hello?"

"It's Jax Teller, I need a favor."

As promised here is the new fic I'm working on. I do not have a title for the story yet, so let me know, any suggestions, credit will go to you, I might even put a poll up.

So in this fic, it's going to be a little complicated. The pairings are Juice/ Kerrianne, Juice/Chibs, Half Sack/Cherry. There might be more later, but those will be the main couples. Let me know what you guys think!

And when I looked at him for the first time with clear eyes, I knew….

I couldn't face him, not like this, not with me high as a fucking kite when I feel like I own the damn universe, no, it would kill me.

I wasn't always this fucked up. I wasn't always a junkie. I was a good kid, street smart, knew who and what to avoid. I was a good person with aspirations, ha ha! What the fuck does that even mean anymore? I couldn't tell you, before I could though, before all this happened, before I lost who I was. I was a good kid, with my head on my shoulders, a love for fast cars and motorcycles, and beautiful women. I also had a natural talent for all things computers. My only flaw back then… I had a little OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) everything had to have a place. Food in the fridge would be lined up and color coordinated. Can's in the cupboard would be stacked nice and neatly, always with the label facing forward. I couldn't help it, I had been that way since I was a kid. It was my way of keeping life even and straight when there was too much bad around me.

I grew up in a shitty neighborhood, where gun blasts were everyday background noise. My sister took care of me while my mom worked, our dad was out of the picture, in fact I didn't even know him except for the fact he was black. My birth certificate said I was Puerto Rican, I didn't even look black, and that's what I lived by. So when life pulled me from the slums of Queens to California, where one summer afternoon me and Kip, or Half Sack as we liked to call him, were hanging out by the beach, I would never have excepted my life to turn around so fast.