Imagine being fresh out of a relationship with Juice, and going to a party at the club house the weekend after the breakup
Memories flashed through your mind as you sat in front of the full length mirror in Jax's and Tara's house, makeup scattered before you as you took your time applying it. Your eyes watering at the very thought of him....
"I'm done." He growled low as you laid under him, his mocha eyes staring down into yours as he finished, however his body never stopped hovering over yours.
"Well I can see that, now you gonna get off me or...."
"I'm done with us I mean. I don't wanna be your old man." You thought it was a joke, but he wasn't laughing.
"Ha ha very funny, come on Juicy let me..."
"I want you out by morning." His tone still low as he looked at you hard, no love in his eyes.
"What?" You smile left as you looked into his empty eyes. But he never answered, just rolled off of you, and started towards the door of your shared bedroom, not exiting till he tossed his duffle on the floor, "Figured you wanna put your clothes in this to leave."
And then he left the room, your heart breaking with the sound of the closing door.
“Auntie what’s wrong?” Abel asked from the door as he watched you swipe your tears away.
“Nothing my love.” You answered as you faked a smile, “However I need your help picking a color, think you can help me?”
“Yeah!” He said excitedly as he rushed to your lap, forgetting about your earlier tears.
“Tara, this is a mistake.” You later said as you stood beside Tara outside the club house doors, cigarette in hand, your dress hugging your body, tightly, revealing your curve, along with your arms and legs. Abel picked a light pink to wear on your eyes, your lips dressed in deep red, and a slight curl to your hair. you looked smoking hot... maybe too hot.
“[Y/N] I promise you, tonight is the night Juice will find out what a mistake it was to let you go.” She reassured you as you flicked the butt away from you, and inhaled the fresh California air, before entering the stale air of the club house, which was filled with the scent of the joints, cigarettes and beers. Your eyes scanning the whole place, a nervousness bubbling in your stomach as you noticed the eyes linger on you, but only one set mattered.
“WHAT THE FUCK!” Jax screamed as he stormed through the entrance, his brothers seated at the bar, each one looking at him but one.
“What’s wrong Ja...” Tig started, however the anger in Jax’s blood was bubbling out of his mouth, as his finger pointed toward the man from Queens, “I want everyone out, except for this asshole.”
once every Son had left the bar, Jax took a hard look at Juice, who still didn’t have the courage to look at his VP.
“I want answers brother.” He growled as Juice inhaled slowly.
“She’s at your place isn’t she?”
“Yeah, showed up at one in the damn morning, nothing but a duffle bag in her hand filled with all her shit from your house. She was up the rest of the night crying, she told me about your little sex and run thing too. Let me guess, the past year has only been about sex, you never really loved her did you?”
“I loved her Jax.” Juice answered, causing Jax to slam his hand on the bar.
“Then why did you BREAK HER HEART!?”
“Because I am scared she will get hurt because of me. Every day I am terrified I will wake up and her not be there, just to find out later she died cause of me.”
“Really Juan?” He dropped Juice’s real name, his eyes finally meeting Jax’s, “She was born with a target on her back, she is the SAMCRO princess, and it isn’t going to decrease just cause you took her heart and shattered it. So I would advise you make it right, and you do it fast before I rearrange your face, or worse.”
“What could be worse then what I have already done to myself?” Juice whispered
“Fix it by the end of the month, or I make it so you never ride with the Sons again.” Jax threatened before slamming the doors to the church, Juice’s hands covering his face.
It felt like the world slowed down for both of you when your eyes met, his starting to water a bit as he saw you, your beauty still took his breath away, yet you were the first one to break the connection, as you turned quickly and ordered from Chucky, his breath still struggling to come back to him. He fought every urge to go to you, and beg for your forgiveness, as you drank away every urge to run into the security of his arms.
With each drink though the need for his touch increased, you longed for him to come run his callused hand against your thigh as you sat there, for his shoulder to house your head as you listen to his smooth voice. You longed to stare into his irises, and giggle at his lopsided smile, and run your fingers over each of his tattoos. You longed for him, all of him... and instead you got a stranger....
“Hey, now tell me what is a beautiful woman like you doing drinking alone?” He asked as he sat beside you, smiling at you as you took another shot of whiskey.
“Well seeing how I am sitting in a crowded bar, can you really say I am alone?” You asked, looking at his perfect teeth, and green eyes, and his styled hair.
“So tell me, did you come here alone?”
“Not really, and I once again am not alone.” You slurred slightly as he placed a hand on your bare thigh, it was smooth and cold.
“Yet I have about 12 people in this bar right now who will slit your throat if you don’t get your hand off me. One of them being my boyfrien....” Your voice trailed off, remembering you no longer have a boyfriend, the man’s hand never left your thigh.
“Well that sounds scary, who are you? The princess?”
“Exactly.” A familiar voice interjected as you closed your eyes, “And if you don’t get your hand off my old lady, I will do far worse to you then slit your throat.”
And the hand withdrew, “I’m sorry bro, I swear I though she was just an easy fuck.”
“No, now I suggest you scram, now.” He demanded as he took your hand, the man running out the door.
“Come on.” He whispered as you slowly got off the stool, allowing him to lead the way, till you reached his dorm.
“What was that about?” you asked once he closed the door, facing his blush as he looked at your heels.
“He was clearly unwanted company, I saw the way he looked at you, you weren’t you to him, just another tally on the board.”
“Like I was to you?” You replied, his eyes meeting yours finally
“Yet you dumped me after making love to me in the bed we bought when we first bought the house. You kicked me out of my own house, and haven’t texted, called, or talked to me once since that night. What now I am interesting to you again just cause I am dressed in a short skirt?”
“No.” He whispered taking a step forward, as you took three steps back
“Not what you were saying six days ago.” You whispered back, your comment met by silence.
“This was a mistake.” You whispered after looking at his downcasted head again for a minute, making an attempt towards the door. His arm outstretching to stop you.
“I love you, I have since the moment you told me, ‘Hey asshole, my eyes are up here.’ the day I started prospecting. I always knew I belonged with you, and when you finally asked me out, I was shocked. I never thought the Charming princess would ever look at me romantically. Yet you did.”
“Juice.” You whimpered, “Don’t feed me this bullshit.”
“I was selfish, I broke up with you cause I didn’t want to wake up one morning and find out you were kidnapped, or worse. I forgot for a moment you were the daughter of the First Nine, or the sister of the VP, for a moment you were just the woman I loved unconditionally, and I would die if I ever found out I was the reason you died. At least if I pushed you away, you were safe. However you never will be, since fate bit you in the ass.”
“Juice, you are the most selfish son of a bitch I have ever met.” You retorted, “You really think I didn’t know that already. I have know that dating a member is dangerous since I was 5, I swore to myself I would NEVER date a member of the club. And then.... I met you. All the risks which come with this life faded away and all I wanted was you. And you took that and stomped it out with your little performance.”
“And I will never forgive myself for it, I haven’t been able to even function since that night, and I want nothing else then to just...”
Your lips smashed into his hard, his words lost in the moment as he took his arm and pulled you closer to him. His scent taking over your nostrils, as you pulled away slightly.
“I forgive you, and promise that I trust my life in your hands, and want nothing more then to love you forever. But you have to trust yourself with my life too.”
“I do, and I want that too.”
“Well in that case, let’s go home.” You replied, as you took his hand and led him out of the club,mounted his bike, and rode into the night.
