I kicked at the rocks that littered the ground of the lot we were all standing around in. Jax had set a meeting with the Mayans so they could buy guns from Bri, who hadn't even shown up yet. She was ten minutes from being late and Jax and Marcus both looked irritated beyond belief, and Happy just shrugged and went back to gnawing on his ever-present toothpick.

I pulled out my phone, playing a quick game of Tetris when loud rap music filled the previously quiet lot. Bri's beast of a truck came hurling towards us, kicking up dust in its wake. When she came to a halt she was parked dangerously close to the line of Mayans.

She hopped out, a sight for sore eyes. My breath caught in my throat. She looked like her teenage self once again. Oversized Letterman jacket, jeans, and beat up converse. She looked like she was ready to go to a football game, not meet with bikers about guns.

"Sorry!" She breathed as she reached Jax. "I couldn't find the place."

"Marcus Alvarez this is Brianna Hohrykova."

He looked confused. "Hello." He extended a hand and she shook it.

"Yeah, I know. I'm a girl, you were probably expecting some brute of a Russian to hop out of that." She gestured to the truck. "Let me assure you, I know what I'm doing. So follow me."

She walked back to the truck, her feet dragging in the process. She lowered the tailgate, revealing heavy black boxes. I moved in and pulled one out while Chibs and Tig pulled out the others. Once they were set on the ground, the Mayans vice president and Sargent at arms popped the cases open.

"See anything you like?" Bri asked, her arms crossed over her chest as she watched the men pull out guns and examine them closely. "Straight from the motherland."

"You have anything bigger?" Marcus asked.

"Of course." She moved and pulled open the back door and Marcus pulled out another case. He set it gently on the ground and popped the top. It revealed military grade grenade launchers and missiles.

"Very nice." He rubbed his hands together and examined the hardware. "How much?"

"Make me an offer." She smiled. "I'm willing to entertain any reasonable offer Mr. Alvarez."

"Call me Marcus." He smiled. I don't think I've ever seen the man smile. "$150 for everything here now."

"Sounds good to me. There's two more cases in the back. Juice grab those yeah?"

I slid the cases out and lowered them down one by one, struggling with the weight of them, when they were safely on the ground, I stepped back and tried to catch my breath.

"A shipment of the small guns, every two weeks, and the bigger guns every other month."

"Sounds good to me." She shook his hand once more while the vice president handed her the money. "Here, reach out to me anytime." She handed him a card.

"Juice, follow me." Her voice was serious and I followed her away from the group. "Here, give that to Jax when you're alone."

"For?"

"He set up the deal, he deserves ten percent." She smiled at me.

"Why didn't you ask Happy to do this?" I was really curious.

"Because he's all serious and hard when he's around the club. He gets a little soft when I'm around him if you hadn't noticed."

I shook my head, she was right, when they were together he tended to be distracted and a bit soft. "Alright." I slid the money into my cut.

"Thanks Juan Carlos." She winked.

"Don't call me that!" I whined and laughed.

" ." She cackled.

"That either."

We walked back to the group.

"We good here?" She asked.

"Yes, all good." Marcus replied. "I will be in touch."

We all stood and watched the Mayans ride off.

"Jax can I talk to you for a moment?" I asked, feeling more nervous than normal.

"Yeah, brotha." He replied, and walked away from the group and I followed him. "What's up Juice?"

I pulled out the money and handed it to him. "Brianna says it's your commission."

"For?" He looked at the money before placing it in his cut pocket.

"She said you set up the deal so you get commission." I rubbed my chest and stared at him.

"I can get used to this." He smirked and walked away.

I followed him shortly after. Taking my time to rejoin the group who was getting ready to ride out. I paused at my bike and lit up a joint, letting it take me away.

"Brianna." I whispered as she stuffed another pair of jeans into her bag. "We'll get caught." I was nervous, stealing seemed to be her favorite thing to do when we came to the mall. It was weird, I knew she had money, her family was loaded. The library at school was donated by her grandparents.

"Relax." She shrugged and slipped bracelets on her slender wrists. "We won't get caught. I have a plan." She walked to a rack of dresses and pulled two off, not even bothering to check the size or price. "I'll buy these and they won't suspect a thing."

She sauntered to the register and paid for the dresses. When the alarm sounded the cashier just waved us off.

"Told ya." She smiled at me and we were off to the next store.

I smiled to myself, the thief was now a doctor and an illegal arms dealer. She moved up in life and I was still treading.

"You ready?" Happy smacked my shoulder.

"Um, yeah." I sat on my bike and started it up, waiting for the higher patched guys to pull off before I fell in line behind them. My mind drifted as we took the familiar route back to Charming.

"Happy birthday babes!" Her voice was cheerful as she smiled up at me. "Blow out the candles!"

I smiled down at the computer shaped cake and blew out the candles, making a wish that I knew wasn't going to come true.

"Thank you baby." I kissed her gently before she pulled away.

"You're sixteen now you can drive me around!" She clapped her hands together and our little group of friends appeared. "I love you Juan Carlos Ortiz, never forget that."

Somehow I had forgotten that fact. I didn't know why I had sex with other girls when the perfect one told me herself that she was mine for the taking.

We pulled into TM, I backed my bike in and sat alone, watching my brothers head inside. I felt empty here, the only one who really cared about me was Chibs. He took me in from day one, no questions asked.

"Juicy boy, come drink!" He trilled. I didn't protest, I hopped off my bike and ran to meet up with him. He draped a heavy arm on my shoulders and rubbed my head as we walked in.

I sat on the pool table a sweetbutt next to me. I wasn't sure how much time had passed since we got back, but I was drunk. The room swayed back and forth, or was that me? Who even knows.

"You ok hon?" The sweetbutt asked as she squeezed my crotch.

"Yeah, wanna go somewhere quiet?" I dropped off the table and lead her back to my room. She was giggling, but it was more annoying then it was cute. I just needed to get off, Brianna had been plaguing my dreams since she showed up a few weeks ago. Every time I saw her my dick grew hard and uncomfortable.

As soon as we were in the room with the door shut and locked, she was on her knees tugging my pants and boxers down. When she took me in her mouth I let my head fall back and my eyes closed.

"You like that?" Brianna's voice was low and lust filled. Her left hand was working up and down the length of my cock as she looked me in my eyes.

"Yesss." I hissed as she swirled her tongue over the head. "Feels good baby." I brushed her hair off her face as she sucked me into her mouth.

My eyes flew open as I felt the sweetbutt trail her teeth lightly over my length. Sudden regret filled me as I pushed her away from me and towards the bed.

"I can't do this. I'm sorry." I yanked pants off and stormed out of the room, suddenly feeling sober.

SOASOASOA

"I'm tired." I yawned as I rolled off the sofa and hit the floor with a hard thump.

"Get off the floor." My best friend Giselle said as she looked down at me. "Let's go to bed."

"I was hoping he'd stop by." I pushed myself of the floor and followed Giselle to the bedroom. "I'm sad."

"You're drunk B. Juan is a loser, don't be sad over him." She helped me into bed. "You deserve better."

"I love him so much, so, so much. It hurts me." I cried into my pillow.

"I know. You'll be fine one day." She crawled in bed and cuddled up to me. "Love you B."

"Love you G. How do I hate him?"

"You don't. You gotta love yourself more and then you'll realize you deserve better."

"I thought it'd be him and I til the end." I wiped my face. "I don't understand why he'd do this to me."

"He's a fucking dumb ass."

I let out a small laugh. "Yeah he is."

I woke up and smiled at the blond mess of curls on the pillow next to me. It was the second time this week my best friend Natalie had spent the night. She reminded me so much of my best friend Giselle from Queens. I rolled out of bed and headed out to the kitchen, only to be bombarded by the tell tale sign of Happy's snoring.

He was passed out in the recliner. He must have been either drunk or tired because he hadn't bother to remove anything. I frowned at his dirty boots and the prints they left on my white carpet.

"Jackass." I muttered to him as I pulled his boots off and threw them towards the door. "What am I gonna do with your stubborn ass Lowman?" I knew he couldn't hear me really, he slept hard when he was tired or drunk.

I went back into the kitchen, grabbing an Arizona and a bag of chips and made my way to my home office. I turned on the lights and sat down at the desk and powered on my laptop.

"You can find out anything about anyone on the internet." Juan's voice was filled with excitement. I rolled my eyes at him geeking out on my computer.

"Look me up then fool."

"You haven't done anything, you're not on the internet." He scoffed but looked me up anyways. "Holy shit!" He turned and looked at me. "Brianna Hohrykova, daughter of well known arms dealer Viktor Hohrykova, is following in her father's footsteps." He read and pointed to a picture of me shooting a rifle.

"I'm famous." I trilled. "So famous."

"No, you're only known because Vik." He shook his head.

"And you're not known at all." I tossed my pillow at his head but he moved out of the way.

"I'm a ninja."

"You're a geek."

I typed in Juan Carlos Ortiz into a police database, I learned how to hack into it from Juan years ago. His mugshot popped up and I shook my head. Hacking, identity theft, gun charges, drug charges, and assault. He's been busy since we broke up at 18.

"Disappointing." I clucked my tongue. I closed out his file, curiosity creeping through me. I had an idea about it what Happy did, but I really wanted to know his past crimes. I bit my lip as I typed his name, but hit backspace, and entered Jackson Teller instead. His mugshot appeared and I smiled, he looked good. I read his list of offenses, nothing too violent or outrageous. So he was smart and methodical.

"Hey." I jumped out of my skin.

"Jesus! Nat, you scared me!" I breathed, feeling my heart in my throat.

"Sorry! I woke up to tinkle and saw you were gone." She ran her fingers through my hair. "I saw that snake eyes was here."

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure he's drunk." I watched her sit on the desk, her eyes scanning the screen.

"Who's that?"

"My new partner in guns, Jax." I sighed.

"Hook a bitch up! He's fine as hell." She laughed.

"You should see him in person. He's got a whole Brad Pitt thing going but hotter." I smiled. "He's white tho. It's sad."

"We all know you love them brown boys. Does Happy speak Spanish?" Her eyes were still fixed on the picture of Jax.

"I don't know, when I speak to him, he doesn't respond." I shrugged. "He can roll his R's." I winked at her.

"Nasty! Omg!" She squealed like a pig.

"Shhhh." I smacked her. "Let's go back to bed, it's like six." I stood up, closing the laptop.

"More like 4 but whatevs."

We held hands and walked back to the room, hopping in and cuddling up.

"Love you Doc." She yawned in my ear.

"Love you Nurse." I yawned and settled into the pillows.

I woke with a start, a stinging pain on my ass.

"Morning." I smelled Happy before my eyes could focus on his face.

"You didn't invite me?" He pointed at Natalie and smirked.

"You scare her!" I laughed and scooted out of bed. "Coffee?"

"I could use some."

We sat in the kitchen while the coffee brewed. The smell slowly working its way through the space. I felt instantly warm and more awake.

"Happy, you gotta clean my carpet."

"No." He rasped.

"Grrr." I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms.

"You're sexy when you're mad." He chuckled.

"Clean my carpet Lowman."

"Or else?" He cocked an eyebrow.

"No sex."

"Killin' me, I'll have the prospect clean it."

"Seriously?" I poured two cups of coffee and handed him one.

"He learned his lesson."

"Alright. I have work." I dumped an obscene amount of sugar and creamer in my coffee and took a sip. Grimacing at the sweetness. "Emergency nose job."

"It's Saturday."

"Beauty doesn't take Saturdays off. Go scare my nurse awake." I nodded towards the room.

"Already up!" Her voice traveled down the hall as she appeared. "Hey Happy."

He mumbled a response as he pulled out his ringing phone. "Gotta take this." He stepped out of the sliding glass doors and walked off.

"Not a morning person?"

"He's not a people person, new people make him uncomfortable."

"Got it." She took a sip of my coffee and choked on the sweet liquid. "Gross."

"Let's get ready. The nose won't fix itself."

"God, that was harder than I thought." I pulled off my bloody gloves and looked at Natalie.

"Looks good though girl." She helped me out of my paper smock.

"Five stacks, on a new nose. This industry is criminal." I laughed and washed my hands and forearms. "I'm ready to go have fun."

"Me too." Her hair was already down. "I need to get laid."

"Always." I smiled. "Bar?"

"Party."

"I know about one, in Charming. Hap's MC."

"So down. Maybe I'll find me my own biker." She jumped up and down.

"Maybe Jax will be there."

SOASOASOA

"Babe! You look edible!" Her voice was raspy and riddled with sensuality.

"I can't believe I'm wearing a suit." I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled. I looked sexy.

"I can't believe you're going to homecoming." She wrapped her arms around my waist. "My date is sexy."

"Me either." I couldn't stop smiling.

I cursed as the pounding on my apartment door got louder. I stood from the lumpy futon and went to answer the door.

"What?" I yelled as I yanked the door open. Only to be silenced by the figure standing on the other side.

"Hey idiot, you missed church. Get dressed and come on."

"Fuck, I didn't know even hear my phone." I grabbed it off the coffee table, it was dead. "Shit."

I scrambled and put on my clothes. I couldn't believe I missed church, I was already skating on thin ice with the Jack, now this. I was fucked big time.

"I'm ready." I puffed as I slid past Happy. Taking the stairs two at a time we made it to our bikes. I hoped on, not worrying about buckling my helmet. Speeding the short distance to TM. I was relieved to be there but nervous to face the consequence.

When I walked in the party was in full swing, I looked for Jax but didn't see him. Instead I saw Brianna and a blond huddled in the corner talking and laughing.

"Hey." Lyla smiled at me. She looked good in her usual low rise jeans. Showing off her hip bones. I wish she would put on a little weight, then she'd be perfect.

"Hi, Ly." I smoke, as I looked over her shoulder and saw Jax approach Happy and look my way.

"What's wrong?"

"I missed church." I clenched my jaw and looked at her. "I like your eyes."

She smiled. "Thanks Juice."

"Welcome." I smiled and shoved my hands into my cut pockets.

"I'll see ya." She said as Jax and Happy approached.

"I'm sorry." I blurted before they even spoke. They exchanged looks and looked back at me.

"It's cool, relax." Jax lit a cigarette and took a drag before speaking again. "We need you to keep an eye on her." He nodded at Brianna.

"Why?" I was confused.

"Going on a run." Happy rasped. "Need you to keep her safe."

"Can you do that?" Jax asked.

"Yeah, yeah I can." I nervously nodded my head.

"Don't make shit weird idiot." Happy glared down at me.

"I'll try not to." I swallowed hard. "I think I know her better than you do Happy." I stood up a little straighter and rolled my shoulders back, letting my chest puff out.

Happy gripped the front of my shirt and Jax intervened. "Not here, if you need to fight. Get in the ring."

"I can do that." He growled.

"Me too." I slipped out of my cut and stormed outside and to the ring. My commonsense didn't kick in until I saw the ring. I just challenged the killer to a fight. I was about to get my ass handed to me.

"Bri, who the fuck is he?" I screamed as she stood next to some Guido looking kid. She shrugged and kept my gaze. "Who the fuck are you?" I shoved him and he stumbled back.

"Juan, you're drunk." Her voice was mocking and made me even more mad.

"Who is he?" I pinned her against the wall.

"He's a friend." She slid under my arm. "Remember Juan, we're broken up. Don't you have some bitch you need to fuck?"

"Don't be like that." I whispered.

"Be like what? Pissed the fuck off because the guy I'm in love with can fuck every girl but me?" She was in my face. "You're mean."

I chuckled, she was terrible at being mean to me. "I'm sorry."

I didn't see it coming, but I sure as hell felt it. Her fist crashing into my nose. I touched my face and my fingers came back red.

"Fuck you." She spit at me before running off thru the crowd.

I was in the ring, trying to get my mind into the impending fight. I was going to lose, but I at least wanted to get in one good hit. I looked over at Happy, Brianna was standing in his corner. No doubt psyching him up.

"You two ready?" Tig asked.

I nodded, and saw Happy nod. Tig stepped back and let us go at it. Happy moved in and I tried to remember how Floyd Mayweather moved, but I just couldn't.

I felt a hit connect with my mouth and came back to reality. I moved and threw a punch of my own, missing him completely. Another of his punches hit me and I stumbled back as he landed a combo of punches to my face and body. I could hear cheers and I got mad. I threw a punch and felt it connect, so I threw two more and they landed. I got my momentum and was holding my own.

We were both bleeding. I felt one last punch and that was all I remembered.

"I think he's dead." Tig said.

"He's not dead." Brianna's voice interjected. "He's just out cold."

"Half dead." Tig laughed.

"You want him dead or what?" She asked him.

"No,no."

"Then walk away Alex." Her voice was harsh. "Come on Juice, wake up."

I tried to open my eyes, but they were swelling shut. I tried to talk but nothing came out.

"I cannot believe you let him in the ring with Happy." Her voice sounded disgusted. "I cannot believe you hit him so hard, he's small!"

Great. She thought I was small and couldn't hold my own with Happy.

"He challenged me." Happy rasped.

"Yeah, well, he's an idiot." She held something offensive under my nose.

"I can hear yous." I slurred. My jaw feeling loose. "I'm not small."

"You're not big either Juice." She stood up over me and I admired the view under her skirt.

"That's not what she said." I laughed, making my ribs hurt. I felt like I was hit by a Mack truck and not by Happy. "Ow, I hurt."

"Can one of you help him up and get ice." Lyla was at my side now. I felt her fingers on my face. "You're gonna be ok."

I blacked out again.

We were running thru the back alleys of Brooklyn. Holding hands, as we ran away from the sound of sirens. I jumped the fence and pulled her over. She landed with a soft thud on the ground and we booked it a few more blocks.

"Holy shit!" Her voice was rough and she was bent over trying to catch her breath.

"I know!" I rubbed my stomach and looked at her. "What the fuck did we just do?"

"We?" She looked at me. "You stabbed him not me!"

"He was touching you!" I yelled.

"Well, I could've handled him." She looked away. "Thanks."

"What, do I do with this?" I held up the bloody knife.

"Trash it." She moved to me and grabbed the knife with her scarf. She moved to a drain and dropped the knife down it.

"We take this to the grave." I declared.

"This is our first huge secret." She smiled. "When did you even get a knife?"

"I bought it." I smiled at her. "For when I need to protect my lady." I kissed her, her mouth parted and let my tongue in. Her mouth tasted like bubblegum and beer. A weird but pleasant combination. "I love you."

"I love you too." She moaned as my hands slid under her skirt.

"Juan." Her voice was on my face. It smelled like red hots. "Wake up." Her hands shook my shoulders.

"I'm awake." I moved to sit up but stopped when a pain shot through me. "Where am I?"

"Oakland. The guys dropped you off."

I felt her press something cold to my eyes. "Do I look as bad as I feel?"

"You look like shit, kid."

"I had a dream about that night in Brooklyn."

She shifted. "I have dreams about that too."

"Do you feel bad?" I moved the ice pack to my knuckles. My eyes felt less swollen.

"No, he deserved it. He didn't die. So don't feel bad about it."

"You're so cold." I frowned.

"One of us has to be the hard ass." She moved off the bed and tore open the drapes, letting the early morning light flood the space. "Like I said when were 17, I got your back. Bonnie and Clyde."

"Bonnie is the reason Clyde died." I smiled.

"Yeah, well Clyde should have stood on his own and he would have went out on his own terms."

"Juan, wake up." She was shaking me. "It's a dream."

I sat up in bed and looked at her. "It felt real."

"What am I gonna do with you?" She ran a hand over my head.

"How are you good with this?" I felt like shit.

"You didn't kill him." She set me straight with that statement. "If you feel bad, we can go to the police."

"No!" I whined. "We can't." I pulled her fur blanket over my body and tried to go back to sleep.

"You still have that icky fur blanket?" I asked.

"Yeah, you want to use it?" She walked to the closet and yanked out a bag.

"Yeah." I sat further up and watched her remove the large fur blanket from the bag.

"Chinchilla." She ran a finger over the fur. "Here. I have Natalie over." She draped the blanket over me.

"Thanks." I felt the fur and smiled.

"Whatever, never thought I'd be taking care of your ass after everything you did."

"Me either." I watched her leave. Her skirt leaving nothing to the imagination.

SOASOASOA

I couldn't believe it, here I was once again taking care of Juan. It was awkward, my new boyfriend beat the shit out of my old boyfriend then dropped him off and told me to look after him.

"I can't even deal." I picked the pepperoni off my pizza and ate them.

"At least he's not a stranger." Natalie said through a mouthful of pizza.

"I know, but he's so soft. Like the total opposite of Happy." I dropped the meat and wiped my hands on my skirt. "He's so sensitive."

"That's kind of good."

"How?" I drank down the rest of my Arizona and let out a small burp.

"I don't know." She laughed.

"Sensitivity is a huge liability. He's living through past fuck ups right now."

"He needs you to be his friend, don't be a bitch to him." She tapped her fingers on the glass tabletop. "Play nice. You used to date him."

"Keywords being used to." I stood up and dropped my plate on the counter.

"Be nice, karma will work in your favor."

"I'm being nice, I'm not gonna leave him alone, I'm pretty sure he's on the verge of a mental break." I frowned at my fridge.

"You think?"

"Yes! He got into a ring with Happy!" I let out a frustrated whine. "You're gonna stay with me while he's here?"

"Duh, you're my bestie. Can't let you deal with a headcase alone."

I smiled. "Thanks. I'm gonna go take him some pizza."

I walked into the guest room, Juan was propped against the headboard, wrapped in the chinchilla blanket.

"I bring pizza." I waved the box around. "Meat lovers."

"I'm not hungry." He sounded like a child.

"You need to eat." I dropped the box on his lap.

"I don't wanna."

"You sound like a goddamn child. You NEED to eat."

"I'm NOT hungry." He pushed the box to the floor.

"You're being a little bitch." I pulled his ear, and cussed him out in Russian.

"You think I'm crazy." He whispered.

"I think you're going crazy." I snapped at him. "You gonna tell me who you killed?"

"Wh-what?"

"I know you, if stabbing someone got you twisted, then you being edgy and crazed had to be due to a killing."

"You don't know him." He whispered.

"I don't need to. I know this is awkward considering our history but I am here for you to talk to. I meant it then and I mean it now."

"I know. Thanks."

"Shout if you need anything." I left the room.

This was definitely going to be an interesting few days.

I hope you all enjoyed the Chapter and that I gave you an idea of the dynamic Juice and Bri had, it wasn't always bad, they had their moments of togetherness.