Ravewood Works

“I am a girl.” You said letting the hoodie fall off. Fez’s eyes widens noticing how pretty you where even with no makeup and the baggy clothes. 

“Shit- my bad” He said hoping he didn’t fuck it up with his lab partner before the year even started.  

But in fact it didn’t bother you at all, you never where one to flaunt your body, you didn’t like more attention on you. And that year that’s all it took for Fez to mingle his way in your life. 

You almost wanted to hate him when he dropped out of school leaving you alone. You weren’t really alone, you had Rue and a few others but now you here a senior. 

“Got any bud on you?” You asked before jumping on the counter of Fez’s convent store. 

“You ain’t hang out with me for free weed” Fez teased as he looked over at you. He felt his cheeks slightly heat up when he noticed you wearing a tight tank top and a huge pair of sweat pants. Parts of your stomach was exposed and your boobs still looked pretty huge even if you only wore a sports bra. He wasn't used to you showing skin. Since the day he met you, it was always baggy clothes. 

Then something happened, he’s not sure when or why but you seemed more of a girl to him. You weren’t self concise about your body, you thought you had pretty good assets actually. But you just never wanted people to stare. You never had anyone to impress either so why not be comfortable all the time instead. 

“I would never, I just ran out” You said as you where kicking your legs watching him stock the beer. 

“You went through it that fast?” He asked giving you a look with a raised eyebrow. 

“I had a lot of college essays to get through, couldn’t do it without being high” You huffed as you opened a soda.

“Hey Fez” You heard a shy voice. You looked up to se Lexi standing against the refrigerators. 

“Lexi Howard, how are you?” He asked bring his attention to her. 

“ I’m good.” He started but you just rolled your eyes before jumping off the counter and finding Ash in the back. You grabbed a rolled blunt smiling as you sent Ash an wink before taking it. 

“Jesus Y/N, what did I tell you about smoking inside the store.” Fez said giving you a glare. Lexi was already making her way out the store. 

“Sorry sorry. So you and Lexi?” You asked giving him a nudge. 

“Nah I don’t know. She’s cool” Fez said not wanting to talk about it, especially with you. 

“She’s pretty.” You admitted. sure you knew he kind of, you knew her sister Cassie way more.

“You into girls now ma?” Fez asked smirking.

“No it’s not like that gezz.” You said getting annoyed with this conversation already. 

“You sure?” He said pushing you a little too much. 

“High school boys are just dumb. Whats the point of dating? Bad sex and emotional damage? “ You asked before rolling your eyes and making your way out the store. It bothered you that Fez didn’t see you as anything else. It was probably the same as he saw Rue. Fez just sighed going back to work and not minding out little out burst. 

“Do you think I’m ugly?” You asked out of no where making Rue let out a laugh. Beside Fez, Rue was your number one. You’ve stuck with her through the worst. 

“What’s this about?” she said passing you back the blunt.

“Do you think Fez sees me as a guy or somthin?” You asked knowing Rue was pretty close to Fezco. 

“No you just never give him the time of day to see you a different way.” She said honestly. She’s knows you pretty well. 

“What’s that suppose to mean?” You asked looking up at her from your bed. 

“Maybe dress up, show off that you can be more womenly or whatever.” Rue said thinking over what she was trying to say. 

“I know the perfect person for this.” Rue said as her eyes got bright as if a light bulb went off. 

That’s how you found yourself Friday at Jules house with Rue. She knew there was going to a house party and knew that Jules is the perfect person to help you dress up and feel confidant. 

“This feels weird.” You huffed as Jules did your makeup. You weren’t new to makeup but the most you’d do would be mascara and your eye brows. 

“ You look great, I wish I had this much ass.” Jules said as she perfected your cat eye. You wore a white spaghetti strap dress that clung to ever curve. It might have been a size or two too small since it was Jules’. 

“I don’t think this is a good idea.” You said looking at yourself. 

“No this is a great idea” Rue said laughing before pulling you along with Jules out the house. 

The house was filled with drunk and high teenagers. The music was way too loud echoing almost. You felt too many eyes on you as you moved through the crowd with a drink. Your eyes darted to a certain someone leaning against the kitchen counter. 

“Well look at you (y/l/n).” Fez said still not being able to comprehend that this was his best friend in front of him. 

“Kind of Rue and Jules doing.” You said looking down at the mini dress. You had to admit you did feel pretty. 

“For what?” Fez asked not knowing why’d you be dressed in this get up. To him you where always the prettiest in the room, it seemed like you drew attention even when you dressed like a 12 year old boy. Fezco never seemed to worry about boys around you, you always brunt their ego. 

“You don’t like it?” You asked feeling a little self conscious under his stare. 

“Nah ma, you like nice.” He said as a slightly pink blush came to his face that matched your own pink blush. But before you can say anything else someone came up to Fez to make a deal. And you knew better then to get involved with Fezco’s job. 

That’s how you found yourself a few too many drinks in and stupidly dancing with Maddy and Cassie. Fez would bounce back from making deals to making sure to keep an eye on you. He knew this wasn’t good. 

“I-m going to get another drink” You mumbled pushing yourself away from the crowd. 

“Gross” You sighed looking at all the beer and half finished drinks everywhere. 

“(y/n) never thought you would be hiding this much.” Nate voiced chimed in making you cringe as his eyes scanned every part of you. 

“And?” You said not even bother to give him any attention as you grabbed the vodka and pouring it in a cup mixing it with soda.

“Do you want to dance? Or I have more booze in my truck?” Nate asked stepping a little too close to you. 

“No thanks.” You said rolling your eyes. You weren’t best of friends with Maddy but everyone knew her and Nate’s on and off again toxic romance. And you wanted no part in any of it. 

“Come on, why else would you come out looking like this?” He asked grabbing your wrist pulling you closer to himself. 

“Fuck off Nate.” You mumbled trying to push away from him. As you turned bringing the drink to your lips you felt his hand on your upper arm puling you back. 

“What the fuck.” You groaned as you felt the drink spill over you. And maybe wearing a tight white dress and no bra wasn’t the best idea. 

“Holy shit.” Nate whispered with a smirk as he stared you down. He didn’t have a chance to do much else as Fez came up shoving him away from you. He lets you out of his sight for 5 minutes and your in a wet t shirt contest with Nate.

Fezco quickly slipped off his green sweat and pulled it over your head. He notice the look of dread in your glossed over eyes. It was the puppy eyes he could never say no to. He knew when your lip quivered you where either angry or about to cry. 

“Ash take her to the car, we’re bout to roll out.” Fez said gently pushing you back to Ash.

“Fez don’t” You said reaching out grabbing his wrist. You knew he could get violent especially with Nate Jacobs. 

“Please ma, Just go to the car.” Fez said with pleading eyes. He didn’t want you to see what he was about to do. Maybe if it was someone else he would’ve just took you and drove you back to his home. But it was Nate, and there was too much bad blood there. 

“Yo really startin’ to become a pain in my ass.” Fez said not liking the smirk on Nate’s face. 

“It wasn’t like that man.” Nate started to say but quickly got cut off when Fezco grabbed him by the shirt and pushed him up against the wall. Though Nate was taller he stood no chance against Fezco strength. 

“I ain’t gonna beat the shit out of you again.” Fez said fuming with anger that he was trying to control.

“But you go near (y/n) you as good as dead.” Fez said glaring through Nate. 

“What are you her guard dog? She shouldn’t be flaunting around like that if she didn’t want attention-” Fez couldn't take it. He let his anger over as his fist kept hitting Nate. 

“I ain’t gonna hold back next time. Leave her da fuck alone.” Fez said letting go of Nate letting him fall to the floor. He walked out to the car to seeAsh sitting in the back. Fez got in noticing you passed out as Ash held your hair from your face. 

“She good?” Fez asked driving back towards their house. 

“Yeah, ain’t ever see her this drunk before” Ash said not paying mind to his older bother. Fez kept stealing glances to make sure you where fine all the way home. 

“Come on now Ma.” Fez said as he pulled you out the car. He quickly picked you up brining you in the house.

“Got to wake up lil ma.” He said as he sat you on top of the counter in his bathroom. 

“No” You mumbled feeling like if you open your eyes you might throw up. Your whole body felt like it was spinning in motion. 

“Got to get you cleaned up” He said as he took a wet wash cloth and pressed it to your forehead. 

“mhmmm Fez” You whispered opening your eyes barley. 

“Tonight sucked” You mumbled out finally feeling like you where a little more there in reality. You jumped off the counter slowly peeling the sweater off and throwing it in the hamper. Fez couldn’t help when his eyes darted to your wet dress that clung to everything. 

“What you thinkin comin dressed like that?” Fez asked wanting to know what was going on in your head. He never had trouble before knowing everything going on with you. But this was really out of the blue for you. 

“I was trying to be more.” You said still drunk in thoughts. 

“More?” Fez asked desperate to get a real honest answer from you that actually made sense. 

“Just more of a girl.” You said thinking of how to word your scrambled thoughts without sounded like a complete dumbass. 

“You are a girl?” Fez pressed since this still wasn’t making any sense to him. 

“I just wanted you to look at me differently.” You confessed rolling your eyes at your best friend who still held a puzzled look. He watched your every move as you walked to turn on the shower. Your body felt so sticky, the dress felt too tight and you swore you could hear your own heart rate pounding through your head. 

“I just thought I could be more pretty.” You said as he walked closer to you. 

“Your so damn pretty. Why you got to make it weird. Thought I was more to you then that.” Fez said finally putting the pieces together. 

"Didn’t feel like you saw me more then some bro.” You said as your hands rested on his chest as he cornered you against the counter. 

“You are my bro, you my best friend. Your my family. I ain’t got much but your the most important constance in my life ma.” Fez confessed as his hand came to hold your waist. 

“I love you. I ain’t good with words but thought you knew that ma?” He said slowly leaning down his eyes almost begging for some sober response from you. 

“I love you stupid, why didn’t you ever just make a move or something?” You asked hitting his chest. 

“Why didn’t you?” He said as he made you look up at him. 

“touche” You whispered leaning closer to him. His lips pressed against your sending a shiver down your spin. It felt like your body was acting on it’s own as your gripped on to him like dear life. Fez pulled you up as you legs wrapped around his waist. He never felt like this, like everything just made sense. The kiss felt like it was everything and he couldn’t get enough of you. 

“Fez” You whimpered as he forced himself to pull away from you. 

“Just shower, I ain’t takin you drunk.” He said still a little breathless from the kiss. 

“I’m not drunk” You huffed out but you knew you had no room to argue with him. 

“Please (y/n)” He said nodding to the shower. You gave up pulling off the dress making Fez freeze. He never seen you like this, and maybe you still had a little bit of drunk confidence. You slipped into the shower as Fez walked out the bathroom. 

When you where done you slipped out finding a pair a sweats and hoodie folded on the counter for you. It was your favorite hoodie of his. You walked back into his room to find him in his bed on his phone. 

“How you feelin?” He asked lifting the blanket so you could join him. 

“Not great.” You mumbled curling up at his side like you’ve done many times before. 

“Ight go to sleep, tomorrow gonna be a new day.” Fez said wrapping his arm around you. He was right, too much has happened today. 

First time was when you where on your jog before work, early hours in the morning. Fez was receiving a delivery at the store. You literally knocked the breath as you ran right into his chest. 

“Sorry ma” Fezco said confused not expecting anyone to be up this early. He thought he almost forgot how to breath when he saw you in bike shorts and a sports bra, and a glow from the sweat over your body. 

“Fezco?” You asked smiling up at him.

“Miss (y/l/n)” He said smirking down at his younger brothers teacher. 

“It’s (y/n), kinda weird calling me miss (y/l/n), we’re probably the same age.” You said chucking at the man in front of you. 

“(y/n), I like that.” He said making butterflies erupt in you stomach. You haven’t felt like this in a really long time. 

The next time you ran into him was the following week when you where meeting a few other teachers but you where a little too early. Fez found you sitting at the bar alone with a drink. He took a double take not recognizing you at first. 

“O’ Miss (y/l/n).” Fez said leaning on the bar as he came up next to you. 

“Oh shit, You scared me.” You said looking at him with big eyes like a deer caught in headlights. 

Some how that night you ended up ditching the other teachers to drink with Fez at the bar. And thats how you found yourself having to sneak out his place without Ash seeing you. 

It has been two months of late nigh dates and early morning sneak outs. You preferred Fezco to spend the night at your place but he couldn’t always with Ash and his grandma, and you understood the responsibility he held on his plate. 

Ash was slowly starting to put the pieces together thought he had no evidence of what was going on with his older brother. He knew Fez had a girl in his life that he wasn’t telling him about and that’s what Ash was trying to figure it out. they never kept anything form each other, their brothers, and business partners. 

There where a few things that gave away Fez’s new endeavors. Ash noticed how much more his brother seemed to be smile, and checking his phone. It was weird, it seemed like he was in a good mood like all the time. There where a couple of nights he wouldn’t come home either. 

Soon Ash started to piece together all the pieces. He was his room trying to sleep it was closer to 3 am. He finally heard Fez come home but he heard more foot steps with him and sight giggling. And he knew for a fact his brother wasn’t the one giggling. Ash tried to get a peak but it was dark and Fez already was in his room with his female friend. Ash could only hear some muffled whispered. But she sounded familiar for some reason. 

It wasn’t till a week later when Ash figured it all out. He walked into math class finding his seat in the back. You where at you desk giggling as you where on your phone. His eyes felt like they where going to pop right out when you stood up starting the lesson as everyone finally got into the class. 

You had on a dark green sweater, that was very much too big for you as you tried to have it tucked into the front of your gray work slacks and sleeves rolled up. That was Fezco sweater. 

Later that day Ash stormed into the store to find Fez sitting on the counter talking on the phone. 

“Tell me how your bitch ass has been messin’ with miss (y/l/n)?” Ash yelled throwing his book bag at his bother. 

“Hey ma, ‘ll call you back later.” Fez said before hanging up and looking at the his fuming brother. 

“What you talkin bout?” Fez asked trying to give away too much. 

“You fuckin miss (y/l/n)?” ash asked one more time fully knowing it was true. 

“Yeah kinda” He said honestly. He never lied to Ash and it wasn’t that he was trying keep this from him. He just wanted to know this was more serious before telling him. 

“What you mean kinda? It’s yes or no!” Ash said getting angrier but he didn’t even know why this was bothering him. 

“It ain’t just fuckin, I like her” Fez said feeling his cheeks heat up and the thought of you. He didn’t think he’d ever fall for someone so hard and so fast. 

“Yo better not fuck it up or make it weird, she’s the only teacher I like.” Ash said giving Fez a glare which only made him chuckle. It all started to make sense to him now. 

“I ain’t tell you till I knew it was somthin” Fezco said knowing Ash was more mad about him not telling him about this instead of the actual idea of him with his teacher. 

You smiled as you finished writing the warm up problems on the black board. The kids started filling up the class with a groan. Math isn’t everyone favorite but you tried to make is as less painful as possible.

You where a new young teacher this school year and didn’t feel like many other senior teachers where on your side about progressive learning. You did you best to help your students but push them as well. 

“Good morning class.” You said smiling leaning against your desk that was in the front of the class room. 

“Midterms are graded, i will pass them out and the end of the period.” You said making a few other student groan. You gave the students option of working in groups or alone for the rest of the period going over the new material that will be covered. 

Just when the bell rang the student quickly made their way out the classroom. Your eyes darted to a certain student.

“Ash can you hang back for a minute?” You asked before he could make his escape. 

“I ain’t do it.” Ash said not knowing what the school was tying to blame him for now. 

“I want to have a parent teacher conference, it’s about your midterm” You said giving him a paper to give to his parent. 

“I ain’t got a parent.” Ash said giving you a glare. It usually worked, teachers mostly left him alone. But you seemed to be up his ass about school. 

“Tomorrow after last period.” You said with a stern voice. Ash just groaned leaving the classroom. 

As soon as he got back home he noticed Fez still at the table sorting. Fez easily could tell something was up with his younger brother. No sly remarks.

“What?” Fez asked not evening looking up. He knew something was on his mind, he basically raised this kid.

“Here” Ash mumbled shoving a paper to Fez. 

“The fuck you do now?” Fez asking looking over the note request for a parent teacher conference. 

And thats hows Fez found himself in the middle school sitting at student desk next to Ash. It’s been years since he’s been in side a school, you couldn't stop shaking his leg. 

“Sorry bus duty the worst.” You mumbled panicked as you rushed back into your classroom to fin dAsh sitting at a desk with a  man around you age. You weren’t sure what to expect but he wasn't it, but it was a pleasant surprise. 

“I’m Miss (y/l/n), Ash’s math teacher” You said smiling extending your hand out. Fez seemed to be almost frozen when he noticed you walk in. Your hair was pinned away from you face, a few strands hanging form the long day. Your smile made his inside turn and the shine in your eyes he’s never see before. It was probably brighter then the sun. That and your outfit wasn’t helping him at all. Even with the khaki slacks, black turtle neck and loafers he could see ever curve of you body without you even trying. 

Fez felt like he was getting punked. No way in hell could you be a teacher, he was probably older then you. Fez’s thoughts got interrupted as he felt Ash shove a hard elbow into his side snapping him out of any fantasy he was in.

 “O shit- I’m Fezco” He said quickly as he stood up taking you hand in his. 

“He’s my legal guardian.” Ash mumbled rolling his eyes at his dumb older brother. He just wanted to get this stupid conference over with. 

“i just wanted to talk about Ash’s grades. I know he’s been out of school but he doesn’t turn in any homework or classwork. But heres his midterm.” You said handing over the test to Fez. 

He looked down at the almost perfect score of the math midterm. Fez also was decent at math when he was still in school. 

“I ain’t cheat.” Ash said thinking he knew where this was going. 

“I know. Im just worried that without doing the other work you’ll fail this class. And i know you know understand the material. I just don’t understand why your not turning in your work?” You asked looking at them. 

“I’ll make sure he does his homework.” Fez said looking back in your eyes. He was expecting the worse thinking Ash got suspended again or worse, kicked out. 

“He’s too smart to be held back or get stuck in summer school.” You said before grabbing a packet you made from your desk. 

“This is the missed homework form this year. He if at least gets this done it’ll bump him up to a high C” You said handing Ash the packet. 

“He’ll get is done” Fez said before standing up and nodding towards Ash who followed in suite. 

“It was nice meetin ya.” Fez said giving you a smile and you nodded smiling back at him. 

“You too, And Ash i’ll see you tomorrow morning then.” You said giving them big smiles as you watched them leave out the door. 

“Why you ain’t tell me yo teacher ‘s hot” Fez asked bumping his younger brother as they walked down the hall together. 

“Why does it matter?” Ash said giving Fez a glare.

“Not for me, prospect here wants some spice.” Happy joked as he pushed the younger biker in front of him. You haven’t seen him around before, you sure would have noticed him.

“I’m Juice.” He stuttered out. Juice thought he was about to pass out. Happy had dragged him here once he heard Juice wanted to get some more ink. But you just took away his breath. 

“I’m Y/N, so what you got in mind” You asked giving him a smile as you leaned over the counter. Happy by now already made himself busy going through new photo books. 

“I was thinking of something on the side on my head. I don’t know what.” He mumbled trying to explain the idea in his head without sounding like an idiot.  

“You aways rock the mohawk?” You asked eyeing him up. He obviously stood out the with short shaving mohawk. It didn’t look like he had much ink, not that you could see since he was wearing clothes. You only noticed some lettering on his wrist and some Chinese letters in the inside of his bicep. 

“Yeah.” Juice said running his hand over his head. 

“Well we could do something on both sides? Do you want something in participial? or?” You asked grabbing the sketch book ready to come up with some ideas. 

“Tribal?” He  said still not really sure. You chuckled before coming up with a few different patterns. His brown eyes locked as he watched your ever move. 

“Well we can copy it so it’s exactly them same on both sides.” You said handing him over a few different stencils. 

“This one great.” He said smiling you nodded before going over making a perfect stencil. 

“You can follow me.” You said nodding for him to follow you to an empty chair in the back. You stood over him, feeling in a daze as he smelled like after shave and weed. 

Juice felt like he was holding his breath the whole time as you worked. He tried to close his eyes and not pay attention to your touch but he felt hypnotized. He thought it would be way worse getting a head tattoo but all his sense where distracted by you. 

“You like?” You asked as you cleaned him off and giving him a mirror to check it out. 

“Yeah thanks, better then my idea.” He said checking himself out in the mirror. 

Years went by and Juice was always you favorite client. Even after you left the shop to open your dan tattoo shop, he made the drive no questions asked to see you. 

It was late, you where closing up your shop. You didn’t expect Juice walking in hoodie over with slumped shoulders. He looked like a kicked puppy. 

“Juice?” You asked coming closer to make sure it was him. You heart skipped in your your chest when his brown eyes met your. 

“Sorry I should’ve called. I - uh- Don’t got no where to be. Just thought- If you. I got a piece in mind.” Juice mumbled over his words not sure what he really was doing out here at 11 pm. He was honest when he said he got no where else to be. The dark baggage of the club was weighing him down, he felt like he was suffocating and just needed to breath. And with you, here was the only place he could think of that would bring him peace of mind. 

“What you got in mind babe?” You said giving him a smile. Most of the work on his body was yours. It didn’t take long for you to come up with the art from his ideas. 

“Strip down.” You said as you set up your tattoo gun and work space. Juice nodded a slight pink blush filled his cheeks as he pulled his hoodie and t shirt off. He sat down in the leather work chair as you leaned over. 

You did your best trying to focus on just the tattoo and not the toned biker inches from you. You where basically leaning over on him, leaning between his legs as you worked on the two skulls on either sides of his pecs. 

This was the first peace Juice as felt all week. The pain from the tattoo felt numb, yet he felt relaxed. He was at ease he focused on you. He couldn’t help but watch you, as you bite your lip as you worked. 

“There.” You said before patting his chest smiling down at him. 

“Thank you, Sorry- I know its late.” Juice mumbled as he felt bad when he realized it was almost 3 am. But a part of him didn’t feel bad, he didn’t want to be alone.  

“For you, anything.” You joked as you cleaned up your work area as you let Juice get up and put his clothes back on. But you didn’t really know how much Juice really needed to hear that. 

“ah- Sorry.” You mumbled you as turned too fast running right into his chest. You didn’t notice how close he was to you. 

“I- Uh” He mumbled as he stared down at you. He couldn’t help it when his body naturally closed the distance between you. His hands gripped your hips quickly as he leaned down crashing his lips against yours without any protest from you. Your own hands gripped on to his upper arms to pull him down closer to you. 

“Can i- uh stay with you?” He asked desperation laced in his soft broken voice. You’ve never seen him like this before for the couple years you’ve known him. He was always a ray of sunshine, a goofy ball. Your hand slowly crept to hold his cheek, your thumb tracing his cheek bone right next to his eye. You missed seeing the crinkles when he smile so big. 

“I have no where else.” Juice whispered out growing with anxiety with your silence. He felt so comfortable with you, almost at peace. The first time he felt at ease in a long while. 

Juice came back from a run beaten and bruised. Not one word from you all week. He never been in a serious relationship with anyone before you. Was this it for you guys? He wasn’t sure if it was a break up or not. Maybe another fight. He just wasn’t sure what he should do or allowed to do at this point. 

Once he was back in his dorm he found a large box. It was filled with everything. All his clothes from your house. All the presents he’s ever gotten you. Even all the photos. That’s all it took to piss him off before he found himself storming to your front door. 

“What?” You asked crossing your arms over your chest looking at Juice. You really weren’t expecting him to show up at your house. You haven’t heard from him since that night, now why would he need to say anything. 

“What the fuck is up with the box?” Juice asked as you see the anger in his brown eyes. 

“Your things. You told me to go find someone else life to make miserable. Sorry for bothering for the past 5 years.” You sassed knowing it was only going to make this situation a lot worse. Neither of you whiling to be the bigger person. 

“Just because I don’t want to get fucken married?” He argued back. 

“No it’s about you stringing me along for 5 years. You knew what I wanted and you just played me! Like what else we’re stuck. How is this relationship suppose to move forward when you aren’t making any steps to make a life with me!” You yelled back at him. You never ever fought like this before. 

“ I didn’t-” Juice started to say but he really didn’t know what to say anymore. 

“Bye Juice.” You mumbled rolling your eyes and closing the door in his face. Was this really it for you two? Did you really want to end it, 5 years for nothing. 

It was hard without Juice. It was hard to figure out a routine on your own. Most of your time you spent working, or at the gym. Nothing from Juice. A week turned into a month, a month turned into a few months. Now everything felt numb almost like Juice never was in your life in the first place. 

And you actually met someone. You weren’t out looking for someone, going on a date seemed far form reach. You told him all the shit but it seemed like you both where in the same boat of a failed relationship. and it was going good, he seemed more serious about you. 

You where completely surprised when at dinner for he proposed. You thought about this moment with Juice, how it never happened. How numb you ended up being towards the idea it’d never happen.  

The ring was huge, it was beautiful. He even was looking for a house to buy to get settled before getting married. All he wanted was for you to focus on choosing a date and planning a wedding. And that was the hardest part for you. 

Everything you tried to plan you’d end up thinking about Juice. You always thought it’d be him. You couldn’t keep living in a fantasy about him. That’s how you found yourself at home, magazines spread across the floor. You ripped some picture out for ideas. Other your printed out hoping to find something similar. You where even sure what you liked anymore. 

The door bell rang knocking you out of all your thoughts. You weren’t expecting your fiance back for another few days from his business trip.  You opened the door only to have your heart stop. 

“What are you doing here Juice?” You asked looking at the man who became a stranger. He looked just the same as that night. Nothing really changed about him these past months. He still had his silly mohawk, still has the Kutte. 

“I- uh How are you?” He asked his brown eyes scanning me. As if they where searching for something, almost pleading. 

“I’m okay. You?” You asked crossing your arms. This shouldn’t feel like this. It shouldn’t feel like a tone of bricks on your chest. You shouldn’t have your heart beating so hard at just the sight of him.

“Looks like your more then just fine Y/N.” Juice said his eyes locked on the diamond ring on your finger. 

“Yeah I am.” You said not sure what to say. You weren’t even sure why this felt so wrong. 

“It’s only been 7 months.” Juice said with a sigh. He wasn’t sure why he was even here anymore. He came to check on you, see how everything was. He was miserable without you. He never thought he’d show up and your happy, you’ve moved on from him so fast. Did you ever love him? 

“What are you doing here?” You asked him. You felt like you where going to burst into tears but you weren’t sure form what. 

“How’d you move on so fast?” He asked not being able to control his own emotions at this point. 

“I di- I wasn’t planing to. It just happened with him.” You whispered not sure how to explain it. Maybe you haven’t moved on from Juice, the emotions, the strong feels you had for him couldn’t just go away. But you got better at pushing them to the side. You and Juice had so much history it was hard to just move on. 

“Do you love him?” Juice asked, he knew he didn’t really want to know the answer to that. 

“He makes me happy.” Was all that you could say. You couldn't admit you loved another man to the man you’ve loved desperately for years. 

“Why are you going to marry him if you don’t love him?” He asked his voice slightly raising. There was a fire behind his warm brown eyes that you haven’t seen in such a long time.

“It’s not about that. We’re both on the same page, we want the same things. He makes me feel safe and loved.” You said trying to explain it. 

“That’s it?” Juice asked was plea and desperation in his voice. You have never heard him so broken before. 

Juice wasn’t perfect. He had his flaws but so did you. He never had a steady income, well the weed dispensary was kind of steady if he wasn’t spending all his money there. Juice always put the club first no matter what, at first you loved his loyalty to his brothers but now you almost seemed to resent that you’d never come first. 

The longer time past the more it all started to bother you. You thought he’d change, you thought things would change and that both of you could have a real future together. Or at least be living together instead of him crashing at your place ever now and then.  

Back before you met him you had a plan. You where going to finish college, get a head start in your career. Then find someone who’d you want to marry and start a life with, a family. But then Juice got thrown in your path. 

You did finish school, and got a decent job. Now all you did was wait for Juice but didn’t seem like he was one the same page as you where. Anytime you tried to bring it up he’d make excuses. 

Today was like any other day. You haven’t heard much from him, haven’t seen him all week since he was busy with club shit. He promised you that he’d be over, you should’ve know he wasn’t going to be here to actual have time to go on a date. He’d probably show up in the middle of the night. 

You gave up hope around 1 am before deciding to go to bed. It was probably closer to 4 am when you heard Juice harley pull up. He had a key, he made his way in. He made his way into your bedroom, stripping to his boxers before dropping in the bed next to you. His large arms went around you pulling your body to his. You wanted to enjoy this but it wasn’t the same anymore. 

“Where have you been?” You asked sighing as you felt him place a few kisses across my shoulder. 

“At the clubhouse.” Juice mumbled into you shoulder. You could smell the whiskey and beer off his breath. 

“What where you doing out there till 4am?” You asked turning around in his arms to face him. 

“God Y/N I don’t need you nagging at me right now. I’m pissed drunk and tried.” Juice groaned back. He hated that you always had to say something.

“Juice I’m fucken tried of you showing up at all hours of the night drunk.” You said looking at him. You knew the fights was going to happen, it was the same fight always. 

“I’m not doing anythin’. God you don’t trust me at all.” He mumbled laying on his back so he wasn’t facing you anymore. 

“That’s not the point. Is this ever going to change? Is it ever going to be any different?” You asked him frowning. It wasn’t like you wanted to have this fight with him either at 4am. 

“Like what?” he asked running his hands across his face. 

“I don’t know when are you going to grow up? Don’t you want to get married , have a family? or at the least live together?” You asked finally letting all out on him. He knew you wanted all that, you’ve been told him what you wanted. He just always had some excuse. 

“Y/N I’m still figure things out godamn.” He mumbled not being able to look at you. 

“for how long? Another 5 years?” maybe 10 years?” You asked frustrated. You loved him more then anything. 

“I don’t know! go find someone else's life to make miserable then.” Juice mumbled before turning over away from you. 

“If you don’t know now, then you’ll never fucken know.” You mumbled turning away from him. You couldn’t say another word to him. You cried in silence as he snored next to you in bed. 

A part of my craved to be with Juice, the way my body reacted to his. But I couldn’t even look at him from across the room. I felt like I was hiding out in my office. 

I slowly peaked out making my way to Gemmas front office to get another cup of coffee. No one seemed to be around. 

“Are you taunting me Y/n?” I heard Juice say. I gulped  turning around seeing Juice looking at my ass. I didn’t wear the skirt of purpose, it wasn’t even that short. 

“There’s nothing taunting about a pencil skirt and a sweater.” I said before adding creamer and sugar to my coffee. I could feel his eyes one me. 

“Have you been purposely avoiding me?” He asked with a more serious look. I never seen him this serious before. He’s always just goofy and teasing.  

“No.” I said before sliding past him and making my way to my office. He didn't follow me. 

About ten minutes later Juice came into my office with a determine look. He was wearing all back, probably came back from a run, that’s why I haven’t seen him all week. 

“Ae we not gonna talk about what happened?” Juice asked as he paced back and forth. 

“What about it Juice?” I asked slipping my coffee watching him unravel in front of me. 

“Well why aren’t you talking to me? Was it bad? Did you regret it? Shit I probably should’ve took you on a date first.” Juice mumbled more to himself then actually talking to me. He was a nervous mess. 

“Calm down, you didn’t do anything wrong.” I said sighing rubbing my eyes. 

“Then why aren’t you talking to me?” He asked his warm brown eyes bore into my own. 

“What do you want me to say?” I asked not sure where this conversation was going. 

“Do you want to do it again?” Juice said looking at you with his big eyes. 

“I - I don’t know. I Juice.” I mumbled trying to find the right words.

“I really like you, like completely fucked.” Juice admitted making me smile. I never thought it was more then teasing.

“I like you too.” I told him making his whole mode change within a second. He pushed himself over my desk, his hands resting as he leaned towards me. 

“How about I take you on a date then first before I have my way with you in bed... again.” He said his slightly cocky self back again. 

“Better be a really good date, I have high exceptions.” I teased happy that all the tension in the room left. 

Getting back to the clubhouse felt lack luster. It was like everyone there was expecting something big, something to let them go home. The clubhouse always had someone in and out but this was packed to another level. 

I hurried to my dorm making my way past everyone as fast as I could. I walked in freezing, something felt off. I slowly peeled off the dirty dark hoodie and pants from my body throwing them in my hamper.

“Get out!” I heard a loud scream before a body of lotion came hitting my chest. 

“Y/N what the fuck you doin in my room?” I asked smirking looking at the petite women with the towel wrapped in a small towel. I couldn’t help myself as my eyes travel over her body that was still wet after the shower. I noticed her eyes doing the same to me. 

“It was the only clean room I can find.” Y/n said holding on to her towel like dear life. 

“Well you more then welcome to bunk with me.” I said teasing her loving how her face turned red. Normally I was clumsy, I couldn't flirt for shit, I would stutter but with Y/N it all came out smooth. 

“no way.” She huffed out putting up her stubborn front like always. 

‘Well you don’t have many options unless your gonna stay with everyone else out there?” I said slowly stepping closer to her. 

“Or you can go stay out there somewhere.” She said watching me very careful as a stalked closer to her. 

“And pass this opportunity up? never.” I said smirking down at her. I was taller, looking down at her large doe eyes. 

“God you’re so irritating Juan Carlos.” She huffed out but didn’t move away from me. 

“I love it when you call me that.” I said smirking down at her. I couldn’t help myself around her. 

“By what? Your name?” She said squinting her eyes glaring me just a little only making it that much harder to hold myself back. But why the fuck am I holding myself back. Worst case she’ll slap me.

“Shut up.” I said before grabbing her cheeks in my hands and pressing my lips down against hers hard.  Y/N gasped but her lips responded naturally against my own. Her small hands gipped my at my arms trying to pull me down towards her. 

One hands traveled to the back of her neck gripping her hair as I deepened the kiss and the other traveled down her backside. Her hands travled her nails scratching at my chest. Guess Y/N was just as desperate as I was. 

“Shit” She mumbled as I felt the towel slip to the floor as her body was pressed against mine. I pulled away looking down at her perfectly sculpted curves. 

“God Y/N better then it could ever imagine.” I mumbled before leaning back down and capturing her lips. 

“Juice.” She mumbled into the kiss, her teeth grazing my lips as she slipped her tongue into my mouth. My arm slipped down under her ass picking her up. She quickly wrapped her legs around me as I walked across the room. 

I threw he down on my bed standing in between her legs. Her face was pink as she watched me. I smirked before letting myself down licking up all her wetness. My hands gripped her thighs holding her in place. I knew exactly what I was doing to her as I felt her shake under me. 

“Juice.” Y/N groaned out as her tights grasped around me. I smirked before moving up placing scattered kisses across her soft skin. Never ever felt skin so soft before. 

“I’m not done with you yet. “ I whispered before kissing her again. 

“Me neither” She mumbled back as her hands pulled at the waist band of my boxers. I could feel her warm hands clasp around me. I quickly grabbed her wrist before flipping her over, her ass looking more inviting then ever before. 

“Tell me you want this.” I mumbled as I lined myself up. 

“Juan Carlos put it in.” She said sending me that glare. That’s all I needed before slipping in. 

“Shit Y/N” I groaned as I pounded into her. The room filled with the sound of my hips meeting her ass that bounced back with ease. 

“Don’t stop.” She mumbled into the pillow, her face down, ass up. This didn’t even feel real anymore. There was so many times I imagined her in this position in the office. 

“Fuck.” I groaned one last time before pulling out letting my load over her ass.

“Your here early.” A voice called out making me groan. 

“And I thought I’d be able to get some work done with peace and quiet.” I sassed back turning around to see Juice. 

“What are you doing here so early?” I asked him as I looked at him. It was weird to see him without his uniform or kutte. He was in some black basketball shirts and a wife beater tank top that hugged on to his very well sculpted torso. 

“Well if your done checking me out, I was up for my morning run.” He said giving me that smirk I hated. 

“I’m not, get out my office.” I said before going back to the computer. He just laughed as he made his way out. Why was he always so irritating.  

“Fuck.” I groaned through trying to click anything on the screen that froze. Not even control alt delete was working. I wasn’t the worst with technology but with these old computers. 

“Clay I need a new computer I can’t get work done, it just freezes any program I run.” I said complaining over the phone.

“I’ll send Juicy over to look at it.” Clay said making me groan.

“no that’s not the problem.” I groaned hanging up the phone. And just on command there was a knock on my door. Juice made his way in sitting in the empty chair. 

“Get out Juice.” I said not wanting to deal with him right now. I had so much work to do but the old ass computer did nothing but slow me down. 

“thought you needed my help?” He said with his cocky smile as his brown eyes where locked on mine. 

“Nothing gonna help this old computer.” I said rolling my eyes. 

“You want me to take a look at it?” Juice asked still watching me. I was doing my best trying not to look down at his large arms that where folded over his chest. 

“What do you want me to beg?” I asked crossing my arms copying him. 

“Well Y/N don’t talk dirty to me now.” Juice joked as he got up walking around the desk standing behind me. He didn’t even give me a chance to move before he leaned over looking at the frozen screen. 

“Now why do you have 20 different excel programs running at the same time?” Juice asked his breath hitting my cheek. He was way too close, not caring about personal space.

“Maybe if this thing wasn’t a million years old I could.” I mumbled watching him work. Why was it turning me on as he easily ran a few codes. I couldn't help myself but watch him as he leaned over me. 

“There, everything is updated. Guess you owe me one.” Juice said smirking down at me.

“Get back to work Juice.” I said pushing his arm off my chair. 

“I’ll take a nice diner at a steak house as payment.” He said giving me one last smirk before leaving my office. The rest of the day kind of went by without any other appearances form Juice, or any of the sons. Just as I was packing up your things Jax came in my office closing the door. 

“What going on jax?” I asked seeing a slight panic in his features. 

“We’re locking down. Your going to have to stay at the club house.” Jax said giving you a stern look.  

“I’m going home, I’m tried. I’m sure whatever it is, I’ll be fine. I just work here.” I said making my way past him. 

“Y/N, your a friend. We need to keep you safe.” Jax said as he held on to my forearm not letting me go. 

“I’m not staying here.” I said but Jax just rolled his eyes. 

“Yes you are, I’ll send someone with you to get get your things.” Jax said nodding to Juice.

“Just great.” I mumbled walking to my car as Juice ran after me. 

“I’ll follow you on my bike.” Juice said giving me a look. I didn’t say anything but got in my car and made my way back home. 

“How long do you think the lock down gonna be?” I asked as I walked in my house. 

“Not sure, maybe a couple days.” Juice said following me in. He was looking around the small house, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about him being in here. I could feel Juice’s eyes on me the whole time while I packed my clothes. 

“Just pack a backpack, we’re taking my bike back.” Juice said as he leaned against the door way of my bedroom. This felt too personal to have him here at my house. 

“Let’s go then.” I stated following him back outside making sure all my doors where locked up. 

“Here.” Juice said handing me the helmet. I slowly put it on getting on the bike behind him.

“Better hold you.” Juice said smirking. I huffed wrapping my arms around his torso loosely. 

“Are you kidding me?” I asked climbing off the bike once we got back to the clubhouse. There where so many people here, did they really except me to stay here. 

“You can have your pick any of the dorms, we wont mind.” Jax said hoping to calm me down just a little. 

“Good morning sunshine.” Clay said as he walked into my office. It was his idea to hire me and his idea to get me my own office here. He was friends with my dad before he split. No one really knows where he is now. 

“Clay you need at least 12 cars in repair this week to get the books balanced.” I told him crossing my arms. They’ve been doing too many other job and I had no where to filter the money through.

“Don’t worry, the guys are on it.” He said as he placed an ice coffee on my desk. I smirked taking the peace offering knowing there’s still something else he was holding back.

“There’s another job the lads are doing tonight. The pay out is 500,000 each.” He said and I groaned.

“I can’t cycle that cash! That’s way too much for an auto shop.” I groaned banging my head against the desk.

“Your the best that’s why I have you.” He said before making his way out the office. No mechanic makes doesn’t even make that much in a year. God the IRS is going to take away my CPA.

“Here’s the sales tickets from yesterday.” A certain Puerto Rican said as he barged into my office.

“From yesterday?! Really Juice why are you the only one that’s always late?” I asked talking the crumbled papers from him.

“Yeah yeah don’t start with me, I’ve had a long night.” He said as he sunk into the chair in front of my desk. This is what we did. We bickered and argued and yet in a weird way craved each other’s attentions. It was like we couldn’t stop bothering each other.

“Something you need? Or you in here hiding in here to slack?” I asked him crossing my arms.

“You can ever just relax?” He asked smirking. His brown eyes had this certain twinkle in them.

“Not my job not to relax.” I rolled my eyes going back to my paperwork. I could feel his eyes on me for a few moments before he got up and left my office. 

Juice POV

(Y/n) always seemed out of it. Well more then the rest of us. I would be lying if I said I didn’t want her attention. It’s been a whole year since she’s been here. She kind of stayed out of club business just running the show backstage. Well more like running the money. 

I don’t think anyone understood how much she did. She was the smartest person here probably. I may have had some stupid crush on her and still do. Not there was a real chance of anything between us. 

“Who the hell took my yogurt!” A loud yelled rang through the shop. I knew exactly who it was, and damn Y/N had the most annoying scream.

“Your in deep shit.” Half sacked said eyeing the coconut yogurt I just finished. 

“Juan Carlos!” Y/N said in a stern voice as she walked right up to my bay. God she was so cute even with her face all red. 

“That was my lunch.” She whined crossing here arms over her chest. If looks could kill I’d already drop dead. 

“You know coconut my favorite.” I said giving her a grin. 

“You asshole you knew it was mine, why’d you take it.” Y/N groaned smacking my chest. 

“I was hungry, I didn’t know it was yours.” I said smirking down at her, she was fuming. I think I could see smoke blowing out her ears. 

“Who the hell else is eating coconut yogurt here? Happy? I don’t think so” Y/N sassed only making me laugh more. 

“This isn’t funny.” She whined her eyebrows frowned and her bottom lips pouting out just a little bit. 

“Your cute, now get these parts ordered.” I said patting her head handing over a purchase order form that I just filled out. 

“I can’t stand you Ortiz.” She grumbled snatching the papers out my hand before stomping off back to her office. 

“Grow up Juicy, that is not how you flirt with a women.” Tig chimed in only making me roll my eyes before throwing a oiled up rag at him. 

Y/N POV

The rest of the day seemed to drag on as I worked through the file of paper work. Just as I thought I was ready to clock out I heard my office door open and a certain tattooed biker grinning down at me. He didn’t have his TM mechanic uniform on anymore, just a simple black t shirt and his cargo pants. Why’d he have to look so good in just a t shirt. 

“What do you want now?” I asked as Juice slipped into my office, his arms behind his back.

“I have my work orders for today.” He said bringing out the papers and placing them on my desk. 

“Oh wow on time?” I asked surprised as I got up gathering my things from behind the desk. 

“I’ll see you tmr boss.” Juice yelled out before hurrying out of my office. I turned around seeing he was already gone and a smoothie on my desk. I slowly picked it up confused, was he trying off me? There was a small yellow sticky note on the side 

SORRY! LOVE JUICE

“Ah Juice!” Sergey yelled over to the biker.

“Where’s Y/N?” Juice asked looking around with no sign of you at all. He hated how you felt a dread in his heart at the thought of not seeing you. 

“ты скучал по мне? (You missed me)?” You asked coming up smiling at the tattooed Puerto rican in front of you. Juice gulped when he saw you, he still wasn't used to seeing you all dressed up all the time. When you where staying with him you just had on a samcro hoodie or t shirt with sweat pants. 

But now every time he saw you to drop off the money you where always dolled up. You looked a lot different from when he got you from the Irish. All the bruises and cuts where healed up, you almost had a glow to you. 

You looked perfect almost like a barbie doll. You had on a simple gray plaid pencil skirt that was a little on the shorter side around your curves. A black turtle neck was tucked in as you wore a larger blazer. And those damn red bottom heels seemed to be your favorite. 

Juice felt all the air in his lungs gone as his eyes traced your long legs , how you almost floated in the heels. He didn’t understand how you where comfortable and how easily you made your way around in them. Every time you meet him for the exchange your in some sort of high end luxury clothes, everything looked perfect on you. 

“Your looking great.” Juice said smiling over at you as you held on to his fore arm leaning closer placing a kiss on each of his cheeks. 

“Спасибо милый (Thank you love)” You said smiling up at him. 

“You know I have no idea what your saying” You said looking at you like a lost puppy. 

“I know.” You said giving him another smile. 

“Well this is for you.” Juice said handing over the book bag that was filled with cash form the last gun runs. 

“Yuri.” You called as the large body guard walked over taking the bag. 

“Are you staying in town long?” Juice let slip out worried that you’d already be heading out. 

“I could be.” You said giving him a flirty smile. God it only took him 5 months to finally say something. You where thinking that maybe all the flirting was one sided. 

“Do you want to grab dinner?” He asked with a slight pink blush over his cheeks.

“Thought you’d never ask.” You said smirking grabbing on his his arm letting him lead you away. 

“How do you feel about taco?” He asked giving you that smile again. You smiled nodding before getting on the bike with him. 

Soon he pulled up in San Francisco right at the park to over look the Golden gate bridge. The sun was just setting making the sky a panting of pinks and orange. 

Juice ordered two boxes of Tacos from the food truck before walking over to you. He couldn’t stop watching you as you leaned over the railer looking awh struck. 

“Here you go.” He said before jumping over sitting down. He followed him sitting right beside him, your side pressed against his. 

“These are so good.” You mumbled enjoying the spicy tacos. 

“I come here a lot when I need to get away from Charming for a little.” Juice said smiling.

“Sometimes I wish I could just ran away form everyone too. But then I realize I’m in charge and there’s no where I could run.” You told him sighing as you rested against him. This felt like you where a normal couple on a normal date. Not a biker and the leader of the mafia. 

“Have you ever thought about what it’d be like if you grew up in a normal family... away from all this?” You asked looking up at Juice to see he was already looking down at you. 

“Sometime but I think I’d end up here either way. Plus we wouldn’t have met if we where both normal outstanding citizens.” Juice said as his hand rested on your thigh.

“I don’t think I know how to be normal.” You told him honestly. Your life has always been business deals, gangs and gun supplies. You never even knew what normal would be. 

“Good thing I don’t either.” Juice said making you laugh. He slowly leaned down his eyes never leaving your. You rolled your eyes before pushing your lips against his enjoying the warmth and comfort you got form him. 

“You going to turn around?” Juice asked you unsure of what to do, and one hand short with you cuffed to him wasn’t helping. 

“No thank you.” You said biting your lip as you watched his arms flex as he tried his best to get dressed. He was very tempting to you. His arms where so thick. His hands so large. The rings on his knuckles. It was like everything about this man was turning you on in a new way you never knew of. 

Juice was prepared for anything. He was fine running guns, even drugs. He was fine dealing with the dirty work or the dirty clean ups. But this, being in his room hand cuffed to the most beautiful women he’s ever seen. This he wasn't prepared for. Don't get him wrong, he’s happy its him rather then Tig or another one of his brothers. But hand cuffed really?

“I’m not sure how to do this?” Juice asked as he started at the bed. 

“Just pretend I’m not even here Juice.” You said looking at him as you climbed into his bed. You needed some rest, you missed a bed for weeks now.  

“That’s a little hard to do.” Juice mumbled to himself as he followed you in the bed laying as far away form you as possible. He tried to control himself but you saying his name was echoing in his head with your sweet soft voice. 

“What is a little hard?” You teased turning to face him in the bed. You can see the effect you had over him and you loved it. 

“Y/N don’t.” Juice said his eyes where closed tightly. 

“How long have you been with the club?” You asked hoping to get a little more information about this man. 

“A while, maybe 6 years.” He said still not daring to look over at you. Him might lose all his self control if he did. You just laid on your side holding up your head looking over him.

“Why’d you join a MC?” You asked. Juice didn’t look like the typically biker to you. 

“Was running from shit from home, kind of ran right into the arms of samcro.” Juice said not sure how he even got involved this deep.

“How’d you get to be the head of the Russian mafia?” He asked finally having the courage to look over at you. 

“Born into it? My Uncle kind of built it from ground up, but didn’t want to deal with outsiders. I ended up stepping up once he got too old.” You said leaving out a few pieces of information. 

“Why are you really making a deal with the Sons?” Juice asked knowing you where still holding back from him. 

“I don’t trust the Irish anymore. I have no other choice, and I have to move the guns.” You said as your raised your hand making his hand fall forward to remind him that your where locked on his wrist. 

“Yeah, Right.” Juice said as he nodded his head. You just rolled your eyes laughing before turning over to the other side bring his arm with you. 

“Why are you so scared to touch me Juice? I’m not going to burn you.” You joked as his arms just rested over you, you cold feel all his muscle tense. 

Juice could barley breath so sleep was out the question. He knew you had fallen asleep pretty fast. He could hear your soft breathing from the side. He didn’t want to move and wake you as you held on to his arm. Hr was really fucked. 

The next week fell into a routine as you where still hand cuffed to Juice. You where literally stuck on his side all day every day. It was good in site as you watched and learned how the sons operated. 

“Have you ever been on a bike?” Juice asked as placed his helmet on you. 

“Absolutely not.” You grumbled as Juice helped you on his bike. Today you finally got to see your cousin and make the deal. You where desperate to get back home, desperate to get back your freedom. A part of you whined to stay with Juice. 

“Just hold on tight.” He said as he sat on the bike. You moved your self closer resting your whole body against him. Your arms where wrapped around him gripping tightly.

“This is more awful then I thought.” You whispered in his ear your face pressed into his back. Juice just chuckled knowing how dramatic you where at times.

 It was only a few hour ride before the Sons pulled up to a ship yard. You didn’t exactly know where the shipment was, you didn’t do the dirty work. There where a few black Merceds Benz SUV parked in the far loading docks.

“Juice watch her every move. You do anything stupid we’ll just shot you.” Jax said giving you a stern look that you only rolled your eyes to. 

“Y/N!” You heard a very comforting voice. 

“Sergey.” You stated as you where about to step forward Juice held on to your elbow keeping you back. 

“что это? (what is this)” He asked not likely how the bikers surrounded you. 

“ничего (nothing). Ирландцы взяли меня (The Irish took me).  Они меня вытащили (They got me out).”  You told your cousin watching carefully. There where a few snipers around watching every move made. 

“и что? (and what)?” Sergey said with a displeased looked. He was like a big brother to you, he raised and protected you.  

“Не делай ничего глупого. (don’t do anything stupid).” You said rolling your eyes.

“English please?” Jax said giving you a look. 

“Sergey these are the Sons of anarchy, The Irish sold to them. I made them a deal, they can have the direct cut to the guns to sell on the west coast.” you told him knowing you didn’t have to explain yourself. 

“But the Irish?” He asked confused why you where making deals with an MC. 

“We don’t deal with them anymore. Show them the guns.” You said as Sergey nodded. He lead the group over the a huge shipping container. You watched form the side as Clay and Jax checked all the guns and ammo. 

“What’s the split?” Clay asked nodding. There was no way they’d ever get their hands on these kinds of guns from the Irish. It would cost them more then they’d be able to flip on the streets. 

“50-50 split. Like I said on the 1st and 15th every month you pick up the guns and drop off my share of the money. You can take these with good faith, but I expect Juice here on the 1st with my half.” You stated. crossing your arms getting tried of being treated as if you weren’t the boss. 

“Sounds like a start of a beautiful friendship.” Clay said with a smiled as he held out his hands. You took it shaking it giving him a stern look. 

“I will only deal with Juice, if you send anyone else. They will be killed. Sergey get them a truck to take the guns back.” You said wanting to hurry this up. 

“Of course darlin.” Jax said smiling as he sent Juice a wink. 

“I will see you in 2 weeks. не скучай по мне (don’t miss me too much” You said as you patted Juice hard chest before walking away from him. 

“Okay whatever that means.” Juice called back watching you as you walked away. 

“Well man your fucked.” Tig said patting Juices shoulder. 

“What?” He asked still not being able to look away from you back side as you climbed into a private jet. 

Juice was more excited then normal today. He loved his son, more then anything. He’s pretty sure his son taught him what love was. It was great seeing Anthony growing and learning. He was more and more like Juice everyday. 

Juice quickly was wrapping up at the club house. He got everything he needed to do out the way. Sure he would still pick up calls from the club but he really hated having to make any runs when it was his time with his son. 

“Where you in a rush too?” Happy asked as he watched his brother running around the club house with his book bag. 

“With Ant this weekend.” Juice said with a smile. The club was more then supportive when finding out about Juice having a kid. They never let him live it down when they found about what the pool table part. 

“staying at Y/N house?” Jax asked with a teasing smile. He knew how Juice felt about you. He didn't try to hide his feelings either but with learning to co parent together, starting anything romantic wasn’t a good idea. 

“I feel like I’m forgetting something.” Juice said mumbling more to himself as he double checked everything. He felt like he was in a rush to see Ant and you. He parked his bike in your drive way in his usual place. 

“Hey Y/N.” Juice said as he made his way in the house. He walked over to you placing a kiss to your cheek as you where busy in the kitchen. 

“Hey Juice! You’re earlier.” You said smiling up at him. He was the father of you son, he quickly got comfortable sending so much time at your house. You liked having him around. 

“Sorry, I should’ve called to let you know.” Juice said, he still felt like he was on eggshells around you. He didn’t want to cross a line and ruin everything. He wouldn’t know what to do if he lost you and Ant. You both where his family. 

“No thank god your here. I’m running late and Ant’s been having a tantrum since last night.” You said making Juice laugh as you ran through the house. 

“Daddy!” Juice heard a loud voice followed by tiny foot steps running through the hallway. 

“Hey Ant.” He said easily picking up the three year old into his arms. 

“Mama said you where being bad.” Juice said as he walked through the house. He felt so comfortable here, it felt more like home then his actual home. Well his dorm. 

“I have left overs shrimp and rice in the fridge when you get hungry. Theres also a weird noise coming from the hall bathroom anytime you turn the sink on. I’ll be back probably early morning. or the middle of the night.” You said as you threw your hair in a bun already in your scrubs. 

“I’ll have my phone, so call me if-” Juice caught you off by handing you the keys.

“I got it, don’t worry. ” Juice said leaning down placing a lingering kiss to your temple making your smile. You loved the extra attention Juice has been giving you. It was hard not to fall in love with him when he was literal perfect. He was such a gentleman. He took care of you and Anthony. He was an amazing father. 

“You’re the best.” You said as you stood on your tippy toes and gave Anthony a big kiss on his forehead. 

“Be good for daddy.” You said giving him a stern look. You see a big goofy grin on the toddler that he got from his father. 

“No kiss for daddy?” Juice asked making you blush as you grabbed your things as you gave him a little glare. 

“Well now what do you want to do today Ant?” Juice asked as he plopped down on the couch with the toddler. Any was more like his dad everyday, he was even picking up Juice’s habits the more time he spent with him. 

It was a long day, or both you and Juice. The hospital was so short staffed you felt like you where doing the job of 4 different nurses. Juice had his hands full with Anthony bossing him around all day. From wanting to go to the park, to trying and help Juice fix the skin at the house. Anthony most definitely had Juice’s ADHD. 

It was around 1 am, Juice was passed out laying in Ant’s small race car bed. He clearly didn’t fit his legs hanging off on the floor. Getting Ant to bed was a challenge every night. Juice had to tell him at least 4 different stories before Ant fell asleep on his chest. 

You groaned as you walked into the house. It was spotless, like always. Juice always cleaned up, you didn’t want him to but he did either way. You smiled realizing he fixed a few things around the house as well.

“Juice?” You called out not seeing him on the couch. You walked into Ant rooms smiling when you found them cuddled up against each other. You quickly took picture of them knowing it was going to be your next background on your phone. 

“Juice wake up.” You said shortly rubbing his shoulder. 

“Y/N your home already?” Juice grumbled in a deep husky voice as he looked over at you in your scrubs. He easily picked up Ant as he got up leaving the toddler in the bed. 

“Sorry I didn’t mean to fall asleep.” Juice said as you both walked out the room. 

“Thank you Juice.” You said giving him a big smile making him melt inside. 

“You don’t got to say that. I love being here with him.” Juice said. He kept to himself that he loved being here when you where here too. This was the worst part, he hated leaving. 

“Do you want coffee or something before you go?” You asked your eyes watching him desperately. 

“That would be nice.” Juice said following you into the kitchen. 

“How was work?” He asked as he watched you move around making a cup for you both. 

“You know, stressful and busy.” You said as you hopped on the counter. Juice was leaning over watching you. He loved having moments like this alone with you. 

“How was Ant today?” You asked Juice knowing there was always some good stories he would tell you. 

“He’s been asking for a little brother to plat with. He told me I’m old and I’m not good at playing tag.” Juice said giving you that charming smile of his. 

“Oh god.” you groaned covering your face as you felt it heat up. 

“ I told him, maybe for Christmas.” Juice joked back only making your face redder. He knew exactly what he did to you. 

“Juice!” You yelled smacking his arms only making him laugh. 

“Have you thought about having more kids? in the future you know. If you meet someone.” Juice asked feeling his heart get heavy. 

“I’ve never thought about it. I never really thought about meeting someone and letting them into Ants life like that.” You said as you watched Juice. What you would give to be able to read his mind. 

“Have you ever thought about us?” Juice asked, as he stepped closer to you. He was standing between your legs as you sat on top of the counter. 

“I have Juice. Your an amazing father. Honestly you take care of me too. I don’t know what I would do without you now.” You told him looking in his brown warm eyes. 

“I would like to stop pretending to play family. I want to be here all the time for Anthony, for you. I don’t want to have to leave. This feels like my home. You both are my home.” Juice admitted his hand coming to rest on your cheek. It was warm to the touch as Juice admitted his feeling to you. 

“Can I take you to dinner friday?” Juice asked only making you laugh. 

“I would love that, now kiss me Juice.” You said pulling your arms around his neck pulling him back to you. His large hands rested on your thighs as your legs locked around him. The kiss was painfully slow, as you both enjoyed the feeling of having the other against them. 

“Shit.” You grumbled as you knocked over a water bottle. You quickly got back to your stool stomping over like you never moved.

“Is she awake?” Tig asked as he heard noise from the empty studio room.

“Let’s go check on our little Russian friend.” Clay said as they walked in the room finding you in the same position they left you.

“Shouldn’t she be awake by now? The fuck you do to her Tig?” Jax asked as the 4 men walked in the door.

“Check her pulse.” Clay ordered Tig. He slowly made his way to you. Your skin felt cold as he pressed his fingers to your neck, but he could feel your pulse under his fingers. 

“She’s fi-” Tig got cut off as you swung your body up your legs interlocked against his neck dropping him to his knees. Your tightened your hold making sure his air way was stopped. He fell to the floor with a thud as you pushes all your weight against him. 

“Shit!“Jax yelled as him and Juice hurried over. Juice hands went to your thighs trying to pulled them apart even a little to let Tig slip out. He felt bad as he felt you flinch under his grip. He was never one to put his hands on a women, especially a really pretty one. 

“That Russian bitch!” Tig yelled as Jax pulled him away. All Tig could see was red.

“Does she speak English?” Clay asked studying you but not getting too close to you. Your where an unknown threat to them for now. And from the looks of it, pretty dangerous. 

“No I don’t think so.” Tig mumbled giving your a threatening look.

“Who are you?” Clay asked looking down at you trying to see if you would say anything. But you knew better not to speak english, not just yet. You still didn’t know who they where and what they wanted. 

“Juice you stay watch. Anything she does let me know. I need to make some calls.” Clay said as everyone made their way out.

“Always has me babysitting.” The Puerto Rican mumbled to himself before getting comfortable on the floor leaning against the wall farther from you. He brought his laptop out, looking up at you every few minutes. He has a weary feeling under your gaze. Juice could feel your eyes watching his ever move, studying him. 

You smirked as you watch the tattooed man. He was quit cute you thought as you where checking him out. Juice was younger then the rest of them but you can tell he was part of the club. He had this spark to him you couldn’t figure out. 

“Sure I’m not busy, I got nothing else to do but what the Russian spy. Not like I have a million other things to catch up on.” Juice mumbled to himself as he browsed the data base. Clay tasked him to found your your name since you won’t talk.But it’s not like he had much to go off of to find you. Maybe your face.

“Hmm what’s your name?” Juice asked driving himself mad being all by himself as you didn’t move or say a word.

“Russian hmmm Natasha?” Juice asked looking for some kind of response from you.

“Olga?” He guessed again but still got nothing. This went on for hours as he thought of any Russian sounding names. But nothing from you but a few eyes rolls. Juice felt like maybe you understand him. 

“Maybe you don’t have a name. Like the Russian spy movies.” Juice said rubbing his chin.

“Like black widow?” He said smirking as he looked over you. He wouldn’t mind seeing you in a all black suit.  

“How much can you talk Jesus Christ.” You mumbled slumping back. Your Russian accent was very noticeable but not as heavy as Juice imaged. This guy went on and on for hours. Who knew just talking your ear off we get you to break.

“You know English!” He said standing up and slowly coming closer to you. And all this time you just let him talk, god Juice thought you wouldn’t understand anything he was saying. He was slightly embarrassed from over sharing now. 

“How about I give you 2 million cash and you just let me go no questions asked.” You offered giving him a sly smile.

“Let you go where?” Juice asked crossing his large arms across his body. You couldn’t let him distract you, though you craved a male touch. It’s been too long in that box. 

“What did you not get about no questions.” You sassed rolling your eyes. Juice just took out his phone to call Clay.

“No don’t.” You said but Juice already texted them.

“Who are you?” Juice asked as he stood a foot away from you. His brown eyes scanned over you. 

“Russian mafia who else sweeite.” You said rolling your eyes at the innocent man in front of you. Something about him looked rugged and dangerous but you saw through him.

“So she speaks.” Clay said walking in the room. You didn’t say anything your eyes just stayed glued at Juice.

“I suppose.” You said your Russian accent very thick.

“What are you doing in California?” Clay asked knowing he needed more information from you. He didn’t like how bleak you where being.

“I guess I am very far from home. “ You mumbled angry that the Irish dragged you across the goddam country.

“From Russia?” Juice asked with a raised eyebrow. He seemed to do that without realizing it. He was so easy to read. 

“No, well yes. I live in New York, some of the time.” You stated still not ready to let them know much.

“Why did the Irish have you in a cage?” Tig asked getting to the point.

“Oh I am not to sure, maybe you should ask them?” You said with a half smile.

“Don’t play dumb.” Tig said snapping before smacking you across the face.

“You hit like a bitch.” You said back not evening flinching. You’ve been hit harder, this was nothing. These bikers didn’t scare you, not even the slightest. They are very mistaken on who you where. Juice felt bad looking at you with those puppy eyes.

“Tig get out of here.” Clay said threatened not wanting you to go back to the silence treatment.

“What ties do you have with the Russian mafia?” Jax asked but you didn't respond.

“I want a shower, and dinner maybe some dark red wine.” You stated your demands, tried of this stupid game.

“You are in no place to make demands darlin.” Jax said as he raised his arm exposing's the gun tucked away in his pants.

“Shower and dinner, or I will not say another word. You can beat me or kill me but I guess you will not know about the Irish or the gun pipeline.” You said rolling your eyes. Jax looked at Clay not sure what to do with you.

“We can make that happen.” Clay said grabbing something from his pocket.

“What are you doing? She’s just going to make a move to escape.” Jax said question Clay choices with the girl.

“Juice come here.” Clay said motioning to un do the zip ties off your wrists. Within a second he grabbed our wrist cuffing you tightly. Then he grabbed Juice arms cuffing you to him.

“Go let her shower and I will have the prophet get dinner for her.” Clay ordered Juice.

“What the hell?” Juice said pulling at the metal on his wrist. 

“So she doesn’t try and escape. Juice is heavy even if she knocks him out or kills him she wont be able to go no where, he’s heavy.” Clay said leaving the room.

“I could cut off his hand.” You stated looking at his wrist. If you had to be cuffed at least it was with him. 

“I really need this hand man.” Juice grumbled making a few of the other guys snicker behind him. 

“Don’t you dare try anything.” Jax threatened before giving Juice a looked and making his way out as well. Juice looked down at you as you stood right behind him, a little too close as he felt your body heat invade his space.

“Uh let’s go.” He mumbled not sure what to do. Why is he always thrown into this shit.

“Y/n” You stated giving him a small smile. You needed at least one person on your side. Juice nodded before turning away form you leading you back to the club house dorms. You must have tripped a few times trying to keep up with his longer strides.

“Sorry about this.” He mumbled as he pulled you into his dorm. He grabbed a few things from his closet before leading you into the bathroom.

“How am I suppose to undress?” You asked bringing your arm up that was links to his. Juice brought out his knife cut the sleeve all the way off.

“Hurry up.” He stated turning around. You simply took off the rest not really shy being naked in front of him. You watched his back as he leaned against the wall away from you. You slipped in the shower bringing his hand in with you. This must not be comfortable for him.

Juice just stood there his eyes closed. He was fighting every fiber in his body not to turn and look at you. Or to look up and see you naked in the mirror. He wasn't blind, you where beyond beautiful. He’s never been so captivated by someone before. It was like you where fake, a fairy tale almost. Nothing about you seemed real to him.

His heart was hammering in his chest when he heard the shower turn off. He felt you climbing out the shower his arms a little numb from just holding it out. He was tryin got be a gentleman, give you some space. He felt like he couldn't breath the whole time you dried yourself. He felt his hand brush against your soft skin when you got dressed in the hoodie and sweat pants.

“Thank you.” You said as you watched him closely. Juice felt nervous under your gaze. He nodded before leading you back. Juice brought you into the Chapel sitting next to you. Clay, Jax and Tig where already there waiting. 

“Enjoy.” Clay said motioning to the food. It was a slice of pizza and a beer. You tried not to use your right hands not to move Juice too much. 

“So why did the Irish have you looked up in that petty little glass box?” Tig asked as he lite up a smoke.

“They where mad at me.” You stated taking another sip of the beer. You eyes watched the very carefully. 

“And why where they mad at you?” Clay asked finally playing along with your game. There was no other way he would get any information from you. 

“I cut them off their gun supply.” You stated deciding they don’t seem like much of a treat to you. Non of the sons where expecting that. 

“Sons of Anarchy, Samcrow.” You stated knowing more about them then they would know about you. 

“The Irish bought my guns, They sold them to you for double the cost, maybe triple I don’t know. They sold across the west coast for me. But they got a little too greedy, so we cut them off the gun supply. I was in New York dealing with the Italians. They are my distributors for the east coast.” You said letting them know how much power you really held. 

“Who are you to the Romanoves mafia?” Clay asked realizing that you knew more then you let out. 

“I am Romanove.” You said finishing the beer before crossing your arms. Juice hand rested on your other wrist trying to find a comfortable position. 

“Surgery Romanove is in charge of all the Russian guns.” Clay stated only making you laugh. 

“Surgery is my sweet stupid cousin. He is only the face of the mafia. I make all decisions, it is my enterprise, it is all my gun factories and connections. He is not smart to run a business.” You said as you grabbed another beer.

“He is, how do you say? Playing a part? It is to keep me safe. If no one know who’s really in charge, no one knows my name or my face. I stay out of danger while I using Surgery to make all my deals.” You said truthfully. 

“So you run the whole show behind the curtains.” Clay mumbled still trying to figure out if he should trust you or not. 

“Then how did the Irish get you?” Jax asked still not believing everything you where saying. 

“ caught them, I cut them off. I suppose they where following Surgery and thought they could use me to blackmail Sergey. They ambushed me during the Fashion show in New York.” You said rolling your eyes still pissed that you missed out certain things. 

“And how are we suppose to believe anything you say?” Tig asked glaring at you. 

“I can make you a deal. You get all my guns for the west coast, Sell them to who ever you want, 50-50 split No more struggling to get guns you can get them right off the boat.” You said leaning over the table looking at Clay. 

“How are we to trust you on this?” Clay asked. This would be a very big move for the sons. 

“You do not need to trust me. I have a shipment coming in from Alaska on the 1st and the 15 every month. I need protection from the Irish, until my Cousin and my mafia come and get me.” You stated knowing you would rather deal with he sons then the Irish. Plus you still needed to move all your inventory for the west coast. 

The warehouse almost seemed abounded from the outside. But Juice knew better. He can easily tell the high tech security system was out in to blend in.

“Juice and Tig through the back. There’s way too many guys here for just a gun warehouse. 

“I think the Irish are hiding something more. Jax you will lead inside from the roof. Bobby please get those guards from the front distracted. Maybe lead them on a wild goose chase.” Clay explained as they huddled in the van.

Juice and Tig moved their way behind the warehouse. Getting the guns was up to the rest of the guys. They had to figure out the supply chain or what else the Irish might be hiding here.

“Where’s that security room?” Tig asked the younger son and Juice held his laptop in one arm trying to read the blueprints.

“I don’t know, but if I had to have a server room it’s be this office.” Juice whispered as the made their way down the hall.

“What the fuck is that?” Tig asked as they halted hiding around the corner watching down the hall.

“How am I suppose to know.” Juice sassed back. He didn’t understand how him and TIg always ended up working together. 

“Must be important if there’s 4 guards.” Tig said pulling out his gun.

“Blue prints is showing it’s a mechanical room” Juice said before closing his laptop and slipping into his backpack. He got out his gun with the silencer as the crested down the hall.

“Shhhh” Tig whispered grabbing the hairs from the back and shooting him. Juice ducked down slipping to the door letting Tig take care of the rest.

“Shit it’s locked.” Juice mumbled before and he grabbed the guards head and slammed it against the wall.

“Well we have company, hurry up.” Tig warned and he grabbed the final guard checking his pockets for any key cards.

“This would be a good time to hurry up.” Tig warned as he caught off the new guards.

“I’m try I’m not a lock smith or shit.” Juice yelled as he messed with the door keypad.

“Fuck it.”he mumbled taking out his gun and shorting the handle off.

“Fuck man!” Tig yelled back.

“Get in!” Juice yelled slipping in. The room was dark. Juice slowly walked through noticing a huge glass like cage in the middle.

“What kind of shit is this.” He mumbled as Tig got in closing the door.

“Must be the bedroom. Some real kinky shit.” Tig said walking closer to the glass box.

“I think it’s a safe or vault.” Juice said walking closer to try and see what’s inside.

“Oh shit!” Juice yelled as a chair was thrown against the glass he was looking at.

“What the fuck is that?!” Tig yelled pointing his gun at the glass safe.

“It’s a girl?” Juice said confused as small figure walked out the shadow looking pissed. You hair was hanging low a little messy from being stuck here. There was a sheer layer of sweat over you and dried blood. 

“Told you some real kinky shit.” Tig said smiling seeing you in the box. You where missing your clothes, just stripping in box short Calvin Klein panties with a matching sports bra.

You been stuck with the stupid Irishmen for 2 weeks would be your guess. They took you the last gun deal. Your gun deal. They wanted more guns then you where willing to provided for them. You started yelling at the men that just came in the room in Russian.

“That’s not Irish.” Juice mumbled still looking at you puzzled. He was still trying to figure out why the Irish had you looked up under guard at the guns wear house.

“She’s Russian.” Tig said tapping at the glass pissing you off even more. You weren’t who these idiots where but they may be your way out. You put up with the Irish to torture too long. They kept you feed enough to survive. They tortured you just enough to scream but you still didn’t break. You where too high of the food chain list to be stuck in here. 

“Clay we have some Russian locked up here…she was guarded and in a cage thing…yeah women maybe 25…” Tig said over the phone.

“We’ll take her, use her for negotiation.” Clay said over the phone.

“Clay said we got to take her.” Tig told Juice as they studied the glass cage.

“You think it’s bullet proof?” Juice asked knocking on the glass.

“Well.” Tig mumbled pulling out his gun and shorting the glass only making it bounce out.

“Guess it is.” Juice mumbled as she studied the door. He took out his knife placing it at the key pad lock.

“The fuck you doing Juice?” Tig asked looking at him. He didn’t say anything before using the back of his gun and full force slamming it on the knife. The electrical grid let out a few sparkles before the door opened.

You panic you didn’t really think they’d open this stupid glass cage. You backed up slightly grabbed the metal bowl that was left for your dinner. You still weren’t sure if they’d be worse then the Irish. This is why you never left Europe. 

“Come here doll” the taller one said as he stepped forward. Before you gave him a chance to grab you you swung the bowl full force at him.

“Shit!” He yelled stumbling back a little. You jumped past him running to the door. Juice quickly stepped in front eyeing you with a raised eyebrows. With his large body there was no way you could slip by him. 

Out of know where you felt a large hand trap around your neck pulling you into a head lock. You looked tattooed man with a Mohawk with pleading eyes as you felt yourself slipping away. Your body fell limp to the ground.

“Shit Tig you kill her?” Juice asked rushing to your side on the floor.

“No Russian bitch needs a nap before she knocked both of us out. These little Russian are sneaky juicy boy.” Tig said before picking you up from the floor and throwing you over his shoulder.

The son bikers quickly made their way down the halls and out the exit. The van was already waiting for them.

“What’s this?” Chibs asked eyeing the half naked women.

“They had her locked up. I think it has something to die with the Russian gun pipeline. Don’t know what that got to do with the Irish.” Tig said as he threw her into the back of vans towards Juice. He quickly sat up slightly catching you so your head wouldn’t hit the floor. 

“Good work brothers, now let’s go back to charming before They realize we where here.” Clay said as he went into another SUV.

“Make sure she stays sleep. She wakes up you knock her out.” Chibs told Juice before shutting the doors. Juice looked down at you not sure why everyone was so nervous. To him you looked so harmless. Another part of him tried to control his stupid male hormones from checkout your half naked body.

To him you looked so small and fragile. Your plumped body had bruises and dried blood but he could still she how beautiful you where. You didn’t look like a threat to him. A part of him wanted to wrap you up and protect you but he quickly pushed that aside for the club.