Would it help you guys if I said the plan involved Nikola? Lol

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Bri POV

"You know." I started as I sipped orange juice. "He's not coming back soon out of guilt. He fucked a croweater." I shot a look over to Giselle as she drove.

"What's a croweater?" She asked.

"It's a slut. Fucks all the guys in the club just for a place to belong to." I shook my head. "They're shady, but once you are an old lady they tend to show respect and shit."

"How do you deal with that?" She looked at me as she stopped at the red light.

"I put one in her place." I sighed. "I'm fucking positive Happy hasn't gotten his rocks off with any of them since we started having sex."

"You ever try anal?" She looked at me with a smirk.

I laughed. "Yeah." I felt my face flush.

"And?" She asked. "Did you like it?"

"I mean, I didn't hate it." I shrugged. "It's an acquired taste."

"I tried it with Koz." She sighed. "Amazing."

"I didn't fucking need to know that G!" I grimaced. "Traumatized."

"Sorry!" She squealed. "I'm just, idk. Awkward."

"It's alright." I shrugged. "We all have inappropriate awkward moments G. Just I don't need to know intimate details like that. It makes shit hard to look at you and Herman."

"Why are you allowed to call him Herman and I'm not?" She frowned at me as we pulled into the parking lot of Walmart.

"I just do it to annoy him, I think it came from me being drunk and him not wanting to deal with me. He assumed I was going to forget about it the next morning. But I fucking remembered. Herman aka Herm the Worm." I laughed. "What are we here for?"

"I don't know. Socks?" She cut off the car and got out. I followed behind her.

"Socks? I've been here for less shit." I shrugged as we walked in. "Grab a cart! I got an idea."

"What?" She looked at me as she freed the cart.

"Shirts. Custom shirts." I nodded slowly. "You still crafty and such?"

"Duh B." She smiled. "Let's make some shirts."

"Aww." I paused in front of the baby department. "Let's look at stuff!"

"You should do that with Hap." She shook her head in protest. "But since we're here let's look. Boy or Girl?"

I shrugged. "I want a boy but I think deep down inside Hap wants a little girl."

"Gender neutral." She smiled.

"I want black furniture but I think white would look good. Then I get this thought that maybe I can find red furniture but that might look tacky." I sighed. "Black it is."

"You're a mess B." She hugged me from behind. "Don't stress about the little stuff. The Dr said you and baby are healthy, so focus on staying that way. You saw how Happy was smiling at the news."

"He's excited." I smiled to myself. "I'm excited but more nervous."

"Just relax." She rubbed my back. "Here, look at these Harley onesies."

"I need them all." I laughed. "Hap will love them."

"See, baby shopping is easy." She chuckled. "I'm going to be around for it all. I'm the godmother. The baby can call me GG."

"Kozik dubbed himself Funcle Kozik." I smiled. "He's gonna he in for a surprise when he realizes he'll end up being called Koz."

"He's handsome." She dropped a few baby blankets in the cart. "All his tats."

"See." I walked away from her. "Stop that. I can't see him that way."

"He's fine for a white boy!" She laughed. "Admit it!" She shook my shoulders.

"He's aiight." I snickered. "If you think that about him, you'll love Jax. He looks like the main guy in Pacific Rim but bearded with longer hair."

"I need to meet him ASAP!" She yelled. "My own Raleigh."

"Focus on Herman. Jax is married. Unhappily married. I can tell. You'll see what I mean when you meet his wife Tara, like we were cool, then I tell her I'm pregnant and she flips. Like she's got a fucking superiority complex that needs to be knocked out of her."

"Go on, tell me more about how you hate her Bri. I hate her if you do." She tossed in a few baby toys. "Now I'm all excited about baby shit. You going to breastfeed the demon?"

"Can I even do that with piercings?" I frowned down at my shirt. "Or do I gotta lose them?"

"You can breastfeed with them because they're healed and secure." She squeezed my tits and I winced. They were too sore and tender. "Human cow."

"We should get Natalie some shit for Luna." I pulled a few frilly pink blankets from the shelf. "Luna deserves stuff."

"I thought you were going to bump off Natalie?" She looked at me.

"Maybe." I shrugged. "Most likely."

"Struggling with leaving a child motherless?" She pulled at the fur on the pink teddy bear she held close to her chest.

"Yeah." I tossed a teddy bear wearing a Harley shirt onto the basket. "I don't know if it'll sit right with me. Like she deserves to kick the bucket but what will happen to Luna, like who will be her mother?"

"I've always wanted a kid." She looked at me. "You know I can't have any, maybe I can take Luna if you decide to rid her of Natalie."

"Seriously G? You'd want her?" I smiled. "We can make that work."

"Really?" She dropped the bear into the basket. "Don't play with me."

"Really! I mean if you're serious I'm serious. She's due in like 4 months, I think maybe even less." I sniffed the baby lotion before tossing it into the basket as well. "We'd have to get you situated and set up with a spot."

"I'm so serious about this B. So fucking serious about this." She wrapped her arms around my neck. "Luna, she could be mine."

"Yes." I smiled. "She can be yours, if the price is right!" I laughed. "I'm not charging you, I just wanted to say that shit. Let's go get the craft supplies. I also need to get yarn for Hap's Ma and Aunt. They want to knit blankets for the baby."

"Cute." She smiled. "So baby Luna. I cannot wait to meet her."

"Bound to be brown and gorgeous." I grinned. "I can't leave without hair dye for Nik. She wants to experiment with possibly being brunette."

"If she dyes her hair brown you two will be fucking twins B." She looked at me with a crooked smirk.

"So be it." I smirked back at her. "Let's get to crafting G."

SOASOASOA

Juice POV

I shrugged my cut on and walked slowly through my house. Pausing at the half finished nursery before closing the door tightly. I frowned, Natalie was missing and when I asked Bri about her, it was always the same response, she's healthy, alive and Luna is too.

"I'm counting on you." Her voice whirled around in my head. "This plan needs you, I'm banking on you Juan."

I shook out my body and grabbed a apple from the kitchen counter. Rolling it around in my hands before taking a bite out of it.

The knocking on my front door threw me. I wasn't expecting anyone. I tended to be a goddamn loner outside of the club. I was weird in their eyes. I pulled the door open and my eyes landed on the leather cut.

"Juice." He said as he pushed past me.

"Esai." I said as I swung the door closed. "What brings you here?"

"Bri." He smiled at me. "She wanted to see if you had any more thoughts about becoming an Aztec."

"Staying a Son. Until I die." I tugged on my cut. "Need anything else?"

"Yeah." He nodded. "She sent this for you, says the plan calls for it." He handed me a case.

"What is it?" I turned the case over in my hands before opening it up. Tucked inside was a gun. "Oh."

"Yeah, use it correctly." He said. "Make her proud." He let himself out, and I sat with the gun in my hands. It was heavy, matte black and perfect. The way it felt made me happy. I shook the case and a letter fluttered to the ground.

'Use it well, use it wisely. The juice is worth the squeeze. Lol that was corny, I'm sorry but it was the only quote I could come up with at the moment'

Her writing was loopy and girly. Not like normal doctor handwriting. It was perfect. I tucked the note into my wallet and the gun into my empty holster. It was already loaded so I sent a quiet thanks to Bri.

#

"I got that information Jax." I handed him the print outs.

"Thanks Ortiz." He nodded at me. "Where's your old lady? Tara asked about her."

"She left me." I shrugged. "Fuckin' sucks but whatever. She wanted to be with the father she claimed."

"Shit. Sorry brotha." He pulled me in for a quick hug. "You'll find a better old lady."

"I hope so brother." I smiled weakly. "Having an empty house is not fun."

"Tell me about it." He let out a low chuckle and swaggered off. His arms swinging aggressively at his sides.

"Juicy boy!" Chibs called from the bar. "Shots!"

I walked over and sat between him and Tig. Chibs handed me a shot and I downed it. They kept pouring and I kept slamming them back. Letting the liquid burn the back of my throat.

"Slow down." The voice hit me as a low whisper. "Don't want to see you hit the floor honey bunch."

"Lo?" I blinked a few times to get my vision to correct.

"Yeah." She placed a hand softly on my face. "You coo'?"

"Why are you here?" I asked as I fought gravity.

"I came with Bri." She was smiling at me and I tried my hardest to smile back at her but my face betrayed me and decided not to work.

"Trashy." Tara said as she passed by us. "Bri is bringing trash into this club, the croweaters are trashy enough."

"There it goes G, that superiority complex I was telling you she had." Bri scoffed and looked at Tara with disgust.

"Fuck off Bri." Tara spat.

"Classy Tara." Bri smirked. "I'm here to hang out."

"You don't even belong here." Tara said to her. "You're not even an old lady, you're just white trash."

"At least I'm still a working Doctor." Bri laughed. "I may be white trash but at least I'm doing what I went to college for. What are you doing Tara?"

"Ladies calm down." Bobby said.

"Shut up Bobby!" Tara yelled. "Shut up!"

"Well look at that, nice manners." Giselle trilled. Her eyes glaring at Tara.

"Oh, nice Bri. You have your friends getting into our shit." She moved closer to Bri and Bri stood, reminding Tara she was not only taller but outweighed her.

"At least I have friends." She shrugged. "Tara, I don't know why you think you can look down on me now when we started off as friends but you need to fucking check yourself."

"You're not on my level Bri. You're immature, you don't take this life serious and you sure as hell will not be Queen around here." She crossed her arms. "You got the guys fooled with your I'm a doctor not a mob boss act, but it's not going to pass with me."

"Ok." Bri sat back down. "I'm not trying to be Queen around here, I'm not even trying to be you or Gemma. I'm being myself. Remember our heart to heart about me being myself?"

"Yeah, yeah. You're a weirdo. We get that." She was waving her arms around in front of Bri.

"Don't act like you forget Tara. We were friends at one point. When did you decide you were better than me huh?" Bri eyed Tara with a look of disdain. "What makes you better than me?"

"I've always been better than you. You're like Lyla. A slut." Tara spat.

"Is that the best you got?" Bri crossed her arms. "Last time I checked Lyla was actually working and making money. What are you doing Tara besides collecting unemployment and turning into a monster?"

"Bri you know nothing." Tara poked Bri in the chest. "You're not cut out for this life. You're trashier than the croweaters, your clothes, your hair, your music. All shitty. You're shit."

"Interesting." Bri spoke. "Tell me, what's it like to be faithful to a man who doesn't return the sentiment?" Bri's gaze went over Tara's head and we all turned to follow it. Jax was walking towards us and a blonde was behind him, adjusting her hair and shirt.

Tara moved with purpose, quickly closing the gap between her and the blonde. Tig grabbed Tara and pulled her away before a fight could start, Happy grabbed the blonde and hauled her to where Bri and Giselle stood.

"Crazy." Lo whispered to me.

"This is tame." I looked at her and smiled.

"Tara!" Jax boomed. "What is wrong?"

"You fucked her Jax!" She said wildly from her spot in the corner. Tig still covering her.

"Tara, no I didn't!" He yelled. "She came out of the bathroom as I was walking from the apartment! I didn't fuck her." He was pleading.

"Did you fuck my husband?" Tara yelled at the blonde. Tears falling from her eyes.

"No. No offense, I'm a lesbian." She shrugged as she sat down next to Bri and Giselle.

"Hey!" Jax called as Tara bolted from the room, her face red with embarassment.

"That was dramatic." Lo whispered against my ear. "Shit always happens like that?"

"No." I looked at her. "Tara usually is the calm one. Gemma, Jax's mom, that lady in the corner with the dark hair, usually she's the shit starter. You know she broke Bri's nose."

"What?" She smirked. "Poor Bri."

"Yeah." I nodded. "Poor Bri indeed."

SOASOASOA

Happy POV

"You four, get the fuck outside." I yelled in the direction of Bri and her three little bitches. "Now."

They stood one by one, crossing their arms as they filed out of the clubhouse. I made sure the doors were closed and we were far away enough from the building before I stared at Bri, who was fucking crying.

"What's wrong?" I softened instantly as she stared at me.

"I hate Tara." She shook her head. "Where does she even get off talking down on me?"

"She's the president's fuckin' wife. She's the queen around here, just like you're queen with your crew. It's the damn pecking order Bri." I sighed and ran a hand over my head.

"I was ignoring her, she was the one who said shit." She wiped her face. "I am not white trash."

"Don't act like a white trash bitch then Brianna." I regretted it as soon as it left my mouth and her face twisted up with anger before settling into a vacant stare. "Sorry."

"No, it's fine." She shrugged. "I'll try to act different."

"Bri, come on. Don't fucking be like this, come on." I grabbed her hand but she yanked it away.

"I don't know what to be when I come around here. I'm not cutout to be in the Sons atmosphere Happy. I'm fucking confused, don't be yourself, don't be white trash, definitely don't come here listening to that fucking rap music." She choked on her tears as she stared at me. "What am I supposed to do when I don't fit in?"

"Who cares?" I asked her as she relented and let me take her hands. "Be whoever the fuck you wanna be. Be the weirdo I met at Ma's. The one who gossips about the pervert neighbor and fucking knits scarves that no one will wear because we basically live in the goddamn desert."

She laughed lightly. "I will wear them in Oakland."

"Just be your fuckin' self. You don't have to come around here if it makes you that damn uncomfortable. I wanted to hit Tara when she was talking to you, I'm glad you didn't. The Jax thing wasn't fucking cool though." I kissed her lips. "Be the woman you are when you're in your fucking environment."

"Why do I fit in so damn well with the Mayans and Aztecs though?" She sat on the ground and pulled me with her. "I get along with every old lady there, no fucking problem."

"I think besides the Gemma shit, that fucked things up. The business thing." I shrugged. "Not used to having business and pleasure so to say together. It fucking threw us off."

"Damn." She dropped her head. "I think I'll get the girls home and then nap. I feel sick."

"Bad sick?" I watched the color drain from her face. "Looking pale."

"Nauseous." She leaned over and threw up.

"Get it all out." I rubbed her lower back in slow circles.

"Hate this shit." She spit and scrunched her face. "At least it ends soon. Maybe, hopefully. Wish me luck."

"Good luck." I handed her my jacket and watched her slip it on. "I can take you home Brianna."

"I'll have G drive. If I get worse I'll call you or Ma, she always has good advice for this shit." She smiled as we walked back to her car and her bitches.

"Call if you need me." I opened her door and watched her get in. "Seriously."

"Love you."

"Love you too." I stood and watched her ride off until I couldn't hear the roar of her car's engine.

#

Chapel, it was gloomy as we sat and waited for Jax who was still dealing with Tara and all the bullshit with Bri.

"Your girl has a mouth Hap." Bobby spoke up first.

I shot him a look and he quickly looked away from me. "She stood up for herself."

"She made the Queen cry." Tig smirked. "It's improper etiquette."

"Ok, since when are we about manners around here?" I scoffed. "We're about fucking respect. You have to show respect to gain respect."

"You talking a whole lot." Bobby chimed in again. "Keep your girl out of the fucking club."

"Plan to." I looked at him. "Tell Jax to stop fucking asking her for shit and she wouldn't step foot in here ever again. Anyone else want to talk shit or voice an opinion on my Old Lady?"

"She's a firecracker that one." Chibs started. "I didn't care for her at first but the gash grew on me. She may be difficult but at the end of the day she's loyal to us. No matter the shit and protest she's helped us."

"I like her." Juice said. A stupid grin on his face. I wanted to knock it off again. "She brings the spice. Never a dull moment with that one."

"I think it's best if she doesn't come around. Tara is pregnant, doesn't need stress." Bobby said. He was always the voice of reason. The commonsense of the club.

"Fine." I said. "I'll let her know not to come around here anymore. For no goddamn reason."

"Good." Bobby smirked. "Let's leave until Jax is ready for us."

"Wait." Juice said. "How come Bri is banned? When Lyla came around Tara badmouthed her and got all riled up but didn't even get in trouble. Unlike Lyla who's submissive Bri stood up for herself. Are we accepting Lyla because she's not able to stand up for herswlf?"

"We're letting her stick around because she knows her goddamn place. Don't upset the queen. Bri has upset both Gemma and Tara." Bobby said.

"Tara didn't tell Lyla to get an abortion, Tara told Bri to get one. Remember Tara supported Lyla when she aborted her pregnancy but won't support Bri because she's pregnant by Happy." Juice shrugged. "Tara is threatened by Bri and her presence."

"That may be it but still Bri needs to be submissive to Tara." Bobby shot back. "We're done here."

"Whatever." Juice pushed away from the table and stormed off. I did the same, only less dramatic. He was an idiot but he had a point, then again so did Bobby. Regardless, I didn't appreciate the way Tara spoke to my Queen. She may not be SAMCROs Queen but she was mine and that's all that really mattered at the moment.