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The Redwood Firecracker - Chapter 1: Kozik

Patience, very reluctantly, trudged into the clubhouse in the morning. Already there were many people there. She had her earplugs in tight, and was not happy in the least to be coming into a small building that was now going to house so many people for the next however many days. She made her way past a good few people, even gaining the attention of a blonde man, who seemed to be part of the Tacoma charter, as she made a bee line for the corner just behind the pool table. She slumped onto the small chair in the corner, and closed her eyes, trying not to think about the amount of people in the room.

"You okay, there?" Came a voice. She cracked an eye, to check if the muffled voice was addressing her. She found the blonde man looking over at her, concern on his pleasant face. She gave a slight nod, before shutting her eye again - to hide the true amount of people.

The blonde man heard the other biker he was talking to clear his throat, and he turned his attention back to him. It wasn't too long after this that Tig and Clay emerged from the Chapel. The blonde man noted the way Tig looked over at the woman, but didn't manage to ascertain much else as Jax made a signal for Tig to quieten the room. At the sound of the whistle, the woman's eyes opened - but the plugs remained in her ears. She noticed his glance, and gave him a vague smile. Which he returned with one that seemed to brighten it.

"Everybody! Listen up!" Tig called, as Clay moved to the centre of the room; "I wanna welcome you all to Club Reaper. I'm glad you made your reservations early, 'cause as you can see, we are booked to capacity." Clay mused, earning some scattered chuckles." You're here because you're family. And because SAMCRO takes care of its own. Next couple of days, this club's got some business to handle... that could put our members, and those connected to us, in... unfriendly situations. Now, chances are nothing's gonna happen, but people have already been hurt on my watch. And that ain't ever gonna happen again. Nobody gets in. Nobody leaves without an escort. You got a safety concern, you talk to Piney. You got a comfort concern, you talk to my Queen. Under this roof, you'll all be safe. I want you to make yourself at home. I love all of ya."

A loud round of applause started, and the blonde man noticed the way the woman grimaced, picked herself up and left the room in discomfort. Were it not for his need to go to Church, he would have followed to make sure she was okay. Patience found herself up on the roof, mostly alone. A couple of guys at the corners, but she was in a significantly quieter environment. She sat there, quite content in her own thoughts until a figure approached her.

"Hey, you okay up here?" The blonde from before asked her. She took one plug out. "Yeah, thanks. Just, a lot of people and noise." She shrugged. She nodded to his kutte." Tacoma, huh?" "Yeah, come down to lend some extra muscle. I'm Kozik." He replied, watching as recognition waved across her face. "Oh, damn." She murmured, looking him up and down." You're not what I expected." "Oh?" He grinned. "I'm Patience." She smirked, bringing her knee up to rest her elbow on it. His face paled in recognition. "You're Tig's daughter?" "Don't worry, Koz. I'm not going to haul your ass." She shrugged, smug about making him shit himself a little. "That's a relief." He sighed, taking a seat a few spaces from her. "Nice to meet you. I've heard... a lot about you." She raised her brow. "Well, same. But, good things. Happy has a soft spot for you." "You going to be down long?" "We'll see."

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"Hey, Pay!" Jax called, entering the clubhouse. From the gym Kozik noticed the woman poke her head round, this time taking an earphone out. "Yo!" She called back. "I need you to come with." Jax spoke, stunning Kozik. "Aw, come on, man," Tig groaned." I thought we were-" "On my way!" She cut her dad off.

Kozik noticed the way she strode out of the room, pulling a Sons hoodie on over her purple cropped tank as she came. She wore camo print jeggings, with her lilac trainers. He now fully noticed her physique, seeing how toned she seemed, if her ab definition was anything to go by. She seemed the same height as Tara, maybe a smidge taller, and her braid across one shoulder. Tig continued to huff, as she grabbed a hold of her purple helmet and continued to walk out with the group.

"What's the run?" She asked, seeming to switch from bubbly to business. "Going to fight. 10 v 10. Need you with us." Clay spoke. Kozik raised a brow, turning to Happy in confusion. "Who we fighting?" "Weston." "Gotcha." "Who you ridin' with, sweetheart?" Tig spoke. "You guys doing anything else other than the fight?" She raised her eyebrow. "You know it." Jax smirked." Kozik will be comin' back here straight after, though." "That settles that, then." She grinned, Tig grew stern. "No." Tig told her." No way." "Kozzy, you happy to give me a ride?" Patience ignored him, beaming over at the blonde man - who wasn't sure whether he should be amused or not. "Certainly." He tried to sound neutral. "Patience." Tig warned. "It makes sense, admit it." She waved him off. Tig groaned and gave up, not interested in wasting his energy on this right now.

She followed Kozik to his bike, and waited for him to get on, before mounting the bike herself - whilst clipping on her helmet. She wrapped her arms about his middle, and a few heard the muffled "oh damn" she released when she felt his muscularity through his shirt. Jax and Clay smirked at each other, before they all began to peel out of the lot. Kozik felt himself revelling in the way Patience's arms wrapped round him, already intrigued with the younger Trager. Before he remembered what they were off to go and do, and how he was then very interested to know why she was coming to a fight.

When they swung into the place, and the engines turned off, he felt somewhat of a loss as she let him go and got up. Until he was distracted by the clicks her knees gave out when she bent them inwards, twisting his face in vague disgust. He watched her features, which showed no pain, as she gave a squat or two to help stretch herself out. She caught his inquisitive stare and smiled, showing her fang that poked out of the left side of her mouth. He instantly chuckled, taking his own helmet off and putting in by hers on his handlebars.

"What's so funny?" Tig demanded. "I got knees." Patience answered, causing Bobby to snigger, among others. "I would certainly hope so, lass." Chibs shook his head, a smirk gracing his features. "That or the goofy grin she's got on her face." Jax also smirked, putting a hand to her cheek as he passed. "Oh, blow me, Teller." She shoved his hand away, also beginning to share in the smirk. "Warm up?"

Jax didn't need to ask twice, as Patience swung her leg up next to his face. He hopped back, letting her waltz forward. Clay and Tig sighed, as the other's began to watch with varying degrees of intrigue and entertainment. Jax made to punch, but she caught his fist and suddenly manoeuvred it behind him, letting go before point of pain. Jax then went to swing behind, but she did some near matrix shit, before swinging back up to give her own punch. Jax grabbed her arm and lifted her onto his shoulder. Clay knew what would be next, and before Jax could throw her;

"Alright, you two." Jax put her down, and they fist bumped. "You keep safe, yeah?" Jax told her. "I am not going to be safe with these cuntbags at all. No restraint." She mused. Kozik's eyebrows shot up at her language. "Alright, let's form up." Clay interrupted.

She smirked at Kozik, before they all got into position. He then watched as she began stretching out more; toe touches, lunges, arm stretches, the lot. In fact, he even heard her continue to have some repartee with Jax, and even Sack, as they waited for the AB crew to show up. He barely registered must of the dialogue, before Lin and Laroy turned up, and they decided to initiate.

Kozik watched as Patience surged forward, throwing herself into a combat role before the momentum brought her back up and she delivered a mighty punch to the guy heading for him. As that guy staggered back, she turned and raised her leg to kick another in the face with her heel. She then ditched both to spartan kick another before settling on one man. She and Kozik both kept noticing each other at different stages. She was very impressed with his heavy, boxing style approach to his fighting, whist he appreciated her speed and agility. He'd just laid a guy down, when he saw the way she raised her leg to hook round a guy's neck, and brought his head swinging into another guy's, before sirens started up.

"Oh, bollocks." She exclaimed, causing Happy to let out an amused snort. "Come on." Lin spoke to his lot, as he and Laroy's people promptly fucked off. "Collect everyone. Get out of here." Weston spoke. Kozik chuckled as he watched Patience kick one of his guys by the ass back to the direction of their cars.

In the next few minutes, Hale showed up and arrested Weston, prompting Clay to get Tig to call Unser. He then told Kozik to get Patience home, aggravating Tig a bit as he watched them smile at each other before getting on the bike. He hated seeing the way she contentedly wrapped her arms around him. Their ride was a lot quieter on the way back, as he heard her hum to herself contentedly. He smiled as he took a leisurely pace back to the clubhouse, as he equally took the time to relax after the fight.

"You unscathed, Kozzy?" Her voice came. "Pretty much. You?" "I think so, too." She yawned. He felt her tighten her grip, before she leaned forward to rest her head against him. "Don't fall asleep, will ya?" He grinned. "Oh, no. I'm just relaxing a bit. I know not to sleep on a bike, stud." "Where did ya learn to fight like that?" "Honestly? Movies. And improvisation." She chuckled. "Impressive." "What about you?" "Was in the marines. And I used to box." "Impressive." She mimicked. "I can see why they brought you." "Yeah. It was that and I can't bear lockdowns." "How come?" "Noise levels. I was real bad as a kid. Sensory overload."

For the rest of the journey, Kozik learned about her ADHD, her favourite colour and a few of her interests. He felt so comfortable with her, and the more she spoke with him, the more he felt connected with her. It was on this ride, that they realised they could like each other more than they probably should - but each knew that they had barely been acquainted 24 hours. Though, something just felt right. Eesh, try telling that to dad... Patience thought to herself.

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~Where the Crow Flies~

Chapter 1 - Hometown Girl

Image Credit: Myself. Pictures aren’t mine but editing/collage is.

Pairings: Juice Ortiz x OFC ((face claim - Emily Rudd))

Inspired by: God Love Her by Toby Keith 

Rating: NSFW 

Warnings: Sexual content, violence, ((to be determinded))

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“Yeah she's a rebel child And a preacher's daughter She was baptized in dirty water Her mama cried the first time They caught her with me They knew they couldn't stop her

She holds tight to me and the Bible On the back seat of my motorcycle Left her daddy standin' there Preachin' to the choir You see, God love her Oh me and God love her”

Laredo, Texas.

It was a long way from their sleepy little hometown of Charming, CA. It was a rare occurrence that they would travel so far, but when a friend and fellow MC connection of Jax’s contacted him about a Patch Over, they were all for making the trip.  

The ride was long and exhausting, taking them a total of three days when it only should have taken them one. No thanks to the two separate bike breakdowns, a wrong turn -- courtesy of Tig -- and a couple of flat tires. Needless to say by the time they arrived, they were road worn, dirty, and in desperate need of stiff drinks and a good night's sleep.

It was around 7:30pm when they finally made their destination, pulling into the nearest Bar and venturing inside for a drink, pleased to discover that the joint also served food. Three days of living off of gas station jerky, beer, and whatever else they could scrounge up to eat on the go had left them famished. So it went without saying that they were started to get more than a little disgruntled when the waitress working the floor seemed to be avoiding them entirely.

The mousy looking blonde ducking into the back almost the second they took their seats. A few minutes passing before the doors swung open and another woman emerged and disappeared for a moment behind the bar. She was average height, petite yet curvaceous and her delicate features made her appear younger than she likely was.

Juice’s jaw nearly hit the floor as she approached their table with a tray of full of shots. She was clad in a pair of ripped dark wash jeans that hugged her in all the right places, cowboy boots, and a black, cropped, tank top patterned with white and neon green skulls; her cleavage peeking out the top just ever so slightly.

Several elegant tattoos adorned her arms and left wrist, while another one on her right hip lie hidden by her jeans, part of it just visible above the waistband.  Her dark auburn hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, and her smile radiant. The kind that reaches the eyes and makes them shine more brightly, her own a brilliant shade of blue with just the smallest hints of green; vibrant as she placed the tray on the table in front of them.

“My apologies for the wait, Gentlemen.” She apologized sweetly as she passed out the round of drinks. “These are on the house. Can I offer y’all somethin’ else to drink; maybe some menus?” She inquired with a drawl that was as smooth as the whiskey in the shot glasses before them.

“Menus would be fantastic.” Jax replied with a smile. “And a round’a whatever you got on Tap would be fine.”

“You got it, Darlin’.” She winked.

“Christ’ Juicey, quit yer gawkin’ and remove yer jaw from the table.” Chibs mused with a small smirk as he caught the younger man ogling the young waitress, eyes following her as she sauntered away to grab the requested items, her hips swaying in time with the thud of her boots across the hardwood floor.

It was hypnotizing; clearly.

“What?” Juice’s attention snapped back to reality at the sound of his name, the table erupting in a fit of boisterous laughter at his confused expression, the men settling back down as she returned to set some menus, ice cold mugs, and a large pitcher of beer on the table.

“You boys jus’ holler when you’re ready to order, alright?” She winked with a grin, hands stuffed in the back pockets of her jeans as she turned on the heel of her boot, starting back towards the bar to replace the blonde who had been working until they came in. Pausing when Jax called out after her, the men watching as she arched a perfectly sculpted brow at him, turning back to see what he needed.

“What’s your name, Sweetheart?” He asked with that signature flirtatious smile of his that made most girls swoon and go mad with desire. But she simply smiled, ignoring the suggestive nature of the question being asked, her eyes settling on Juice as she replied casually.

“Missy.”  

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A few hours had passed, the guys dispersing to mingle around the bar after demolishing the three pizzas they ordered. Juice remaining at the booth in which they had all originally been sitting, fidgeting with the empty beer mug in front of him out of boredom. Normally he might have been up mingling with the rest of the guys, ‘New town, new pussy.’ as Tig would say; but he just wasn’t feeling it tonight. So instead he sat, quietly watching their Waitress, Missy, as she tended up at the bar.

It struck him how easy going she was, how easily she conversed with the locals and other customers as she worked, like she had know them for years. Hell, she even managed to put up with Tig’s wildly inappropriate, drunken, advances and still keep a level head. It was absolutely mind blowing to watch.

“You want another one, Sweetie?” She drawled softly, pulling him from his thoughts. A sweet smile hanging from her perfect, full, red lips as she approached his table, finally able to break away from the bar as things had started to die down for the night. “Um, yeah, thank you!” He returned her smile, passing the empty mug off to her and accepting the already opened bottle she held in her hand.

“Not in the mood to mingle?” She inquired with a curious look, turning her attention to the rest of his group that were scattered throughout the bar playing pool and whatnot, before returning it back to him, watching as he shrugged lightly.

“Not really.” He chuckled nervously. “It was kind of a long trip.”

“Patch Over business?” She chuckled softly at the confused look on his face before gesturing to his Kutte.

“Oh...right.” He rubbed at the back of his neck awkwardly, suddenly feeling like the world biggest idiot as he glanced up at her, reassured by the warm smile she gave him in return.

“Sorry, I should’ve clarified.” She replied, gesturing to the seat opposite him with a questioning glance before taking a seat as he nodded eagerly. “The Road Reapers are really the only crew in these parts, save for a few rival gangs; but Joey and his crew are good people. He’s been talking ‘bout the Patch Over for a while now...so I assumed when I saw your Kutte’s that you guys must be it.”

“Makes sense.” He chuckled before taking a swig of his beer.

“Missy.” She introduced herself personally to him as she extended her hand across the table, earning herself a ridiculously goofy, yet adorable, smile as he accepted the gesture; some of his nervousness fading as he replied. “Juice.” “For real?” She snorted a small laugh, her own smile growing, her hand still grasping his as she waited for a response. “I-- It’s a nickname.” He shrugged, rubbing at the back of his neck again as he withdrew his hand finally, taking another sip of his beer. “I like it.” She smiled warmly. “You have a real name to, though, I’m assuming?”  

“Juan.” He nodded with sheepish grin. “Is Missy short for anythin’?”

“Maybe.” She quirked a smile at him as she pushed herself out of her seat, standing to pull a pack of smokes from her pocket. “But that’s for me to know and you to find out.”

Juice watched as she crossed the room, disappearing behind the bar where she grabbed a leather jacket and shrugged it on, waving at the other waitress who had come out of hiding and instructed her to watch the bar for a bit, her eyes meeting his again as she paused beside his table.

“You’re more than welcome to join.” She gestured toward the back entrance, shaking the pack of smokes in her right hand, grinning as he grabbed his drink and climbed out of the booth to follow her outside.

Silence hung between them as she sparked up the cigarette that hung from her lips, offering Juice her lighter as he searched for his own only to come up empty handed, tucking it back into the pocket of her jeans as she leaned against the brick wall behind them; exhaling a trail of smoke into the night air.

“So…” Juice cleared his throat, earning her attention almost instantly as she fixed her blue eyes on him intently, his nerves suddenly returning as he looked away quickly and took a long drag from his own cigarette. Trying to pretend he didn’t notice as he watched her out of the corner of his eye, shift and turn towards him as she waited for him to continue. Juice turning to give her a curious look after a minute or so when she started to chuckle softly.

“Sorry, it’s just-- I’ve never met a shy biker before.” She apologized before taking another drag from her cigarette, tilting her head to the side as she looked up him through dark lashes. “Y’all are usually so outgoing.”

“Yeah…” Juice chuckled a little as he stared back at her. “This is a little new, for me.”

“How so?” Missy asked with a curious look.

“I dunno. I guess I’m just not use to having a woman be so forward...normally it’s the other way around most of the time.” He replied with a shrug, watching the grin that tugged at the corners of Missy’s lips as she nodded at him.

“I can see that.” Her blue eyes gleamed with amusement as she studied him closely, shifting to step closer as the breeze picked up a little. “I’m little forward sometimes, I apologize.”

Juice gave a soft chuckle and shook his head. “No, it’s cool. Little change of pace never killed anyone.” He said. Missy smirked and nodded as she huffed out another puff of smoke. Missy eyed him as he took a drag and glanced out over the town, giving a small smile at all the lights and neon signs that knocked him back to the 90′s a little.

“Have you ever traveled out this far before?” Missy asked, taking another drag as Juice turned to her. He turned down the corners of his mouth as he gave his head a little shake.

“Not really. I mean, I’m from Queens, but never really made it down South.” He said. Missy nodded and glanced down, kicking a random piece of broken glass away as she asked,

“Is it hard being away from your old lady?”

The way Missy glanced up at him, a sweet, yet coy smile perched on her lips, blinking out from under her long lashes, Juice couldn’t hold back a similar sly smirk as he shifted a little closer and said, “Not really...Since I don’t have an old lady, yet.”

Missy couldn’t stop her smirk from spreading as she dropped her cigarette, stamping it out with the toe of her boot.

“Oh? No one who can handle the life?” She teased.

“Nah...not yet at least.” Juice shrugged.

“Guess those Cali girls must be pretty soft then, huh.” Missy chuckled sarcastically as she leaned in a little closer. “But then again, us Texas women are different breed.”

She watched as his brown eyes darted from her own gaze down to her lips and back, starting to lean in himself when the back door to bar flew open with a loud BANG as it slammed against the brick wall. A small chuckle left Missy’s lips as Juice startled backwards a little bit at the noise, turning to watch as the rest of his group filtered out back.

“There you are, we’ve been lookin’ all over for ya man.” Jax spoke up with a grin as he swaggered over towards the pair, hands shoved in his pockets.

“That’s my fault.” Missy grinned, giving a small shrug as she shoved her own hands into the pockets of her jacket.

“No worries, Sweetheart.” Jax replied. “We should probably get goin’ though since we still need to find a place to crash. There any good cheap motels nearby?”

Missy snorted at the question, raising an eyebrow at the blonde who in turn, gave her a questioning look. “Cheap and Motel are two words that do not belong in the same sentence.” She replied.

“You got a better idea?” Jax chuckled lightly, watching as Missy glanced up to the second story of the small brick building that housed the bar they stood outside of.

“Got a couple vacant rooms upstairs.” She replied casually, watching as Jax glanced around to the rest of his group for their approval. Earning a collection of nods and shrugs before turning his attention back to Missy.

“That’d be awesome...if it isn’t any trouble?” He replied.

“None at all.” Missy smiled kindly as she made for the door.

“How much?” Jax asked as they stepped back inside, surprised when Missy waved the comment off as she stepped behind the bar to fish out a set of keys.

“No charge.” She shook her head in reply. “The Son’s are always welcome here.” The comment earned her a plethora of confused looks from the group of men that stood before her, watching as she rolled her eyes and turned, reaching up on her tiptoes to grab an old picture that hung above the register.

“My real Dad, he fought in Nam with some of the Original 9. Was part of the Charter up in Tacoma for a lot of years until he went Nomad. Bounced around quite a bit after that till my Mom managed to get him to settle back here in Texas.” She gestured around the room they stood in as she laid the picture on the bar.

“He built this place from the ground up...”

“No fuckin’ way?” Jax stated as he picked up the picture off the bar to study it, recognizing it immediately as one he’d seen in some of JT’s old things.

“He had one golden rule back then, that the Son’s were always welcome in this establishment, no matter what. I made sure that stayed in place after he passed and I was old enough to take over...my Mom wanted nothing to do with it after she left him and remarried my Preacher step-daddy.”

“You’re a Preacher’s daughter?” Tig’s voice inquired, his interest suddenly peaked as he appeared at the front on the bar. Missy simply rolled her eyes and ignored his pervy antics as she brushed the comment aside.

“And after she died a couple years back, the Bar fell to me, as instructed, per my Father's will.” She gave a small sigh as she took the photo of her old man back from Jax and returned it to its rightful place above the bar. “So as I said before, y’all are welcome, free of charge for however long you need.”

“Well, we really appreciate that.” Jax stated with a kind expression.

“Don’t mention it.” Missy smiled as she stepped out from around the bar, reaching up to grab the rope that hung from a small bell that hung from a wooden pillar, giving it one sharp ring to catch everyone's attention. “LAST CALL!”

“C’mon, I’ll show you boys upstairs.”

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Redwood Firecracker - Chapter 3: Drive By

When Patience finally got to the wake the next day, she was shattered and on the verge of overload and feeling very low. Despite this, she attended for Sack's sake. He was a good guy, and they had had a good rapport. She wore a black blouse, slightly cropped, with black jeggings and boots - making her taller than she would usually be. She lifted herself out of the car, sighing before beginning to trudge up to the door. She looked up, and she found herself being uplifted by the sight that met her.

Mid conversation with Clay, Bobby, Chibs and Opie, Kozik looked over to see her. He stopped speaking, first noting the shocking bruise and strips on the side of her face, before continuing his sentence as she then began to approach. None of the men present for that conversation missed the action, or the look/feeling behind it. Chibs and Opie sharing a concerned look, given the nature of Tig's opinions to the man.

"Hey, Pay." Bobby greeted, giving her a hug." How are you feeling?" "I'm feeling a bit better." She replied, looking to Kozik briefly. "Why don't you go inside, got some club business to discuss." Clay spoke. "Sure thing." She nodded, before her eyes settled on Kozik again.

She gave him a sweet smile before disappearing into the funeral home. Her sombre mood partially returned, as she took sight of the casket. She damn near cried when she saw the patch on top of it. Sack definitely deserved better, and she felt utterly useless. Why didn't she do more? Why didn't she block the attack? Though, she was torn out of her thoughts when Kozik appeared behind her.

"Hey." He spoke, tilting her head so he could inspect her bruise, and she didn't miss the look of rage on his face." Son of a bitch." "I know. I didn't see it coming. Should have." She shook her head, turning back to Sack's casket. "Don't do that to yourself, Patience. Shit happens." He soothed, putting an arm around her shoulders. "I could have stopped him killing Sack and taking Abel." She croaked, leaning into his touch. "I coulda shut the damn door, but here we are." He sighed." Hindsight is a bastard." "It's good to see you." Patience mumbled, nuzzling in a bit. He kissed her head. "You, too, Pay."

A few of the surrounding patches watched the interaction with confusion or surprise. Or both. Were they really seeing Tig's daughter being friendly with Kozik? Most of SAMCRO looked on in a form of surprise, and Bobby recognised that look on Clay. With what Kozik had spoken with them about, Clay's next course of action was obvious.

Patience and Kozik continued to spend most of the evening together. After Kozik got more details about what happened, they moved onto a general conversation; finding out more about each other. The chemistry between them was unmistakeable as they conversed and seemed so at ease with each other.

They were walking outside, sharing a few laughs and memories, as people began to congregate outside the wake as it came to a close. Kozik had given Patience his hoodie to keep her warm as a cool breeze picked up. She loved wearing it, taking in the scent of the man - and he enjoyed seeing her in his hoodie, finding the sight to be too cute. The sound of a vehicle approaching could be heard, as the general area seemed mostly subdued and forlorn, save for the occasional chatter and laughter, commemorating Half-Sack.

Kozik was busy admiring the twinkle in Pateince's face when he saw her face contort at the sight of the van. He was just following her eyeline when she saw the van door open, and the a gun begin to peek out. Kozik felt his shoulder being grabbed, then a foot his the back of his knee and he toppled back, grabbing her as shots began to ring out.

He landed on his back with a thud, followed by Patience's light body hitting his, before he rolled them over to shield her from the bullets being fired. He covered her ears for her as she thrashed under him, her hands flying her to on top of his to put pressure on to block the sounds. The screams, shots and heartbeat were too much. He soon felt her fingertips pressing against his hands repeatedly, in a panicked fashion, before the shots finished.

As everyone began directing their attentions to their different personal or legal priorities, Kozik reached for Patience's bag to rummage for her earplugs. He put them in her hands and let her put them in, before he took hold of her hands and let her squeeze his. He knelt by her on the ground as she tried to regain composure and try not to let herself go too far. As the situation began to sort of settle, ish, Clay took note of her state. He then told Bobby to tell Kozik to take her home. Though Clay did now have an ulterior motive, he knew Patience had to get out of here and somewhere quiet and with less input.

Kozik helped her up, and directed her to his bike. He checked she would be okay before he gave her his helmet and they climbed on. All the way back to her house, he felt her tight grip and vague scratching motion as she dealt with her overload. And general panic, to be fair. He tried not to release a heavy sigh, as his anger surged through him again - poor Patience couldn't score a break at the moment. Once they pulled in, Kozik grabbed his and her bags, and walked behind her as she unlocked her front door. His heart sank as he watched her rush through into her bedroom. He followed suit, and came in to see her take her earplugs out as he set the bags down.

"Did you want me to stay?" He asked.

She nodded.

"I'm just going to call the guys, find out what's goin' on. I'll be back in a moment." He spoke.

She nodded.

When he got back he saw her lying in her bed, donning similar shorts to those she had during the lockdown, but this time she wore his hoodie with them, as she lay in bed, seemingly calmer and more serene than earlier. He sighed, walking over to the edge of her bed and sitting on it.

"You okay, Pay?" He asked. "I think so." She mumbled, opening her eyes, her voice seeming so fragile. "Did you want anything?" He asked, his heart breaking at the fragility.

She didn't say anything, as she merely patted the space he was vaguely sitting in.

"You want me to stay here?"

She nodded, as he gave a puff of breath. Well, he though. Tig isn't here, and she's fragile. He had already kicked his shoes off, and hung up his kutte, so he shed his jeans, leaving him in his boxers on his lower half, and Patience oved the duvet back to let him in. Despite her being half out of it herself.

He lay next to her, holding an arm out so she could snuggle up into him. He cradled her in his arms as they lay there. Not entirely sure how to process the events of the evening. Both of them just decided to let the other soothe them, as they continued to lay in Patience's bed and revel in the quiet.

"Did I hurt you?" Her voice came. Kozik looked down at her, to find her looking up at him. "Huh?" "When I kicked you down? Did I hurt you?" "Oh, no. Don't worry about that, Pay." "Thank you." "For what?" "Everything. You covered me, covered my ears and you're staying with me. Means a lot." She told him, closing her eyes. "You're welcome. Now, you get some sleep." "Night, Kozzy." She whispered, kissing his arm where her head lay. He stared at her in surprise briefly, before kissing her forehead. "Night, Patience."

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Redwood Firecracker - Chapter 2: Bloody Irish and ATF

Kozik and Patience still got back waaaay before the guys. Kozik actually surprised her by checking she was okay to go in before thinking of leaving her or assuming they'd both go in. He saw the way she softened at his question, and they both realised something was definitely right. She merely nodded, yawning before beginning to lead the way back to the clubhouse. As they entered, she was hugged by Gemma before she undid her purple braid on her way towards the dorms. Kozik nodded to the matriarch, as he watched Patience trudge her way into the dorms.

"She seems in a much better mood than earlier." Gemma remarked, looking up at the Tacoma Son. "She does. Must have been the break from the..." he motioned to the clubhouse. "How busy we are." She nodded." The boys okay?" "Yeah. They went to the shop." "Go check on her." She finalised.

She smirked as he walked away, following the route she had taken. He already knew which dorm was hers, as the Tacoma bikers were set in any room but one. He gave a light knock, before the voice of the woman softly called for whoever was knocking to come in. He opened the door, somewhat freezing at the way she looked in her new state of dress. She wore a pair of cosy shorts, with a vest top. She looked over and beamed when she saw him. Something he felt he could get used to.

"Hey, you okay?" She asked. "Yeah. Gemma told me to check on you." He spoke, shuffling on his feet. "I'm good. It's been real refreshing and nice to meet you today, Koz." She nodded. He grinned at her. "You too, Patience."

She stepped forward, leaning up to wrap her arms around his shoulders and pull him into a hug. He responded by wrapping his around her waist, and they stood there for a few moments, enjoying the contact before pulling away and comfortably enjoying each other's gaze.

"It kinda sucks that you gotta go back to Tacoma." She shrugged. "Yeah. But, I imagine Tig would have my ass if stuck around." He laughed. "I wouldn't let him. You're pretty cool." "I think your dad would have my ass for that, too." "What?" "You defendin' me." "I'm a big girl, stud. I can have my own opinion of others." "Yeah, you can." He smiled. "You sleep well tonight, Koz." She beamed, leaning up to kiss his cheek. "You, too, Pay." He replied, testing her nickname on his tongue.

They both looked at each other with a look, before they departed to their different priorities. Patience, sleep. She needed sleep. Having had a near miss with an overload, then a fight - she was exhausted. Though, the butterflies she felt had a great deal to do with that, too.

Gemma watched as Kozik sauntered back in, somewhat smiling. She shook her head, knowing full well that the two were beginning to fall for each other. Poetic, she thought. Not to mention how 'lucky' it was for Patience to be falling for the guy Tig hated above all others. Kozik didn't respond to any of the advances of the surrounding crows, as he busied himself in conversation with Chuck, before the guys got back and he was relieved to go and get his own shut-eye. Gemma did not miss that one bit, and her smirk returned as she saw just how hard Kozik was falling for Patience.

"Hey, baby." Clay greeted his wife, as the other sons either flocked to a crow, or in Jax's case; Tara. "Hey." She smiled, kissing her husband. "Let's head to bed." "Tough night?" "Eh. We will see what happens in the daylight." "Right. Tig okay?" "Yeah, why?" "Well. Kozik is back in town." "Well, it doesn't help that Tawnie is stirrin' the pot, but I think we're good." "He seems to be helping her." "You noticed, huh?"

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Patience trudged through the clubhouse, grabbed a coffee, then made her way to the roof. The minute she gained any form of consciousness, the noise of general life in the clubhouse was quite powerful. Kozik noticed this, too. Noticing the tense look on her face, he took the opportunity of the guy's being at the station house to go and see how she was. He got on the roof and saw how she sat below the eyeline and leaned back to enjoy the peace with her eyes closed.

"Hey, stud." She spoke, he froze. "How did ya know it was me?" He grinned. "In no lockdown ever, has anyone come to check on me like you have." She smiled, before turning to look at him." Also, your footfalls." "Guilty" He chuckled, before joining her. "Sleep well?" "Yeah, you?" "Until I woke up." She sniggered. "Sounds about right." He nodded." I gotta ride back out to Tacoma later." "Oh." Her face fell. "Lockdown should be over by the end of the day." "Well." She sighed." I suppose that is a good thing. I can go back to my house." "Yeah." "Gimme your cell." She said, holding her hand out.

He indulged her, and watched as she punched her number into his contacts. He smiled as she did so, as she then sent a text from his phone to hers. As she passed his back, she took hers out to then save his number. He chuckled when he saw her write 'Kozzy', and she began sipping her coffee as she put her phone away.

"Thanks." He spoke. "Don't be a stranger, yeah?" "No, ma'am." He saluted, making the both chuckle.

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After Kozik's departure, Gemma took note of her deflation of mood, and so she took Patience with her on her supply run. She sat in the back of Tara's car, cooing with Abel as they went. Tara could tell Gemma was up to something by bringing her. Tara hadn't been completely blind, but she didn't want to assume anything and knew Patience needed support in these times due to the ADHD. Plus, she was particularly useful with the heavy lifting - along with Sack. Though, when Gemma drove after Polly, she couldn't entirely focus. Patience went from a form of maternal mode from being with Abel, to protective, as Tara asked Sack to stay with Gemma. Tara and Patience shared a concerned look as they got back in the car, now joining her in the front.

"Jax is going to be pissed if he finds out." Patience sighed, looking back to check Abel. "Yeah. We'll see how it goes. Maybe he won't have to." Tara groaned. "Least you still have me, huh?" "Us girls gotta stick together, I guess."

Patience nodded, as they continued to drive in silence back to Tara and Jax's house. She busied herself with watching over Abel as Tara began putting items away as they prepared to come out of lockdown. Patience's phone buzzed, and she pulled it out to find she had received a text from Kozik;

Kozzy: Hit Tacoma

Pay: Yay! How was the ride?

Kozzy: Traffic was okay

"Whatcha smilin' at?" Tara smirked, gaining Patience's attention. "Hm?" Pay zoned into Tara.

They both then jumped when Half-Sack appeared in the doorway, Patience damn near getting ready to fight before she realised it was him. He held his hands up in surrender as she and Tara let out sighs of relief. Patience then frowned, moving forward to peek behind him to realise;

"Where's Gemma?" Tara asked. Half-Sack looked guiltily at them both before answering. "I don't know. Feds showed up, raided the safe house. I had to go." "Balls." Patience grumbled, turning to Tara. "Better call Jax." Sack added. "Yeah." She picked up the phone, dialling the number until;" Hey, I didn't want to bother you with this. It's Gemma, she followed Zobelle's daught- Whoa!"

Patience heard Jax on the phone calling for Tara before Cameron Hayes, who'd shown up and scared the living Bajesus out of them all, took the phone and hung it up, his gun focused into the room. Patience carefully backed up to try and cover Abel. Beginning to size up the situation and work on a strategy.

"Don't move!" Cameron ordered." Sit."

Tara sat, shocked and unsure of what to do. Sack and Patience looked at each other, mentally working out a battle plan. Sack went to surge round the table, but Cameron's gun shifted target. It wasn't until Cameron shouted that Abel began to make noise. Patience found Cameron stalking towards her, so she took a breath and steeled herself.

"Sit." He repeated. "How about you drop the gun, asshole?" She clapped back, keeping her stance between him and Abel.

A moment later, Cameron had swung his gun round into her temple, knocking her clean out. Tara gasped, seeing the blood beginning to stream out her brow. Sack inwardly groaned, knowing that without Patience, this was going to be a lot more awkward and dangerous. The tension was awful. It wasn't until Cameron threatened Abel, that Sack went for him - getting stabbed. Between the time it took for Jax, Chibs and Opie to arrive, Cameron took Tara upstairs to tie her up, before taking Abel and leaving.

Patience groaned into consciousness in the hospital later on, having suffered a concussion. It took everything in her not to panic or lose control of her cool when she remembered what had happened. Piney was there to help her, soothing her in his paternal way to try and calm her before she went too far into an outburst. She was overwhelmed entirely, and when Piney filled her in and took her home - with Gemma gone, she would need to pick up more hours at the garage; with Tig gone, she felt at a loss; Abel was kidnapped and Sack was killed, and she had been knocked out and about as helpful as a chocolate teapot. She was ripe on the verge. The only thing she could think of, was to grab her phone.

Pay: You got a moment?

But there was no answer. And, as the minutes surged by, she could no longer contain it. At least she managed to control herself enough to take it out on her bed as she completely let go.

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~Whiskey Lullaby~

~Chapter 5~

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Image Credit: Me. Pictures not mine obviously, but the collage is.

Rating: NSFW-18+

Warnings: Alcohol and drug abuse, violence, suggested sexual/physical abuse, kidnapping, sexual content, angst.

Chapter Warnings: Mentions of underage ((consensual)) sex, past alcohol/substance abuse, lots of angsty feely things...don’t hate me lol

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Teagan groaned quietly as she rolled over, one eye cracking open to check the time on her alarm clock; stiffening when she felt the arm around her waist tighten it’s grip. The previous nights events flooding her brain as her eyes sprang open, more than awake now as she scrambled for the alarm clock beside the bed that was facing away from her. Turing it around to check the time, cursing herself quietly as she started to gently untangle Chibs’ arm from around her waist.

It was already after 8:30am...most of the guys would likely already be milling about the Clubhouse; her brother included. That was the last thing she needed right now was Tig losing his shit over something that hadn’t even happened yet. Not that she wouldn’t deserve it...she had lost his respect many years ago, and she wasn’t exactly doing a great job at earning it back.

Sighing to herself she slipped out of the sweatpants he had lent her and folded them neatly before placing them on the end of the bed. Smiling to herself as Chibs snored softly; disappointed that she couldn’t stay until he woke. The thought of waking up in his arms giving her a sense of happiness that she hadn’t felt in a lot of years. 

Being careful not to draw too much attention to herself, she crept quietly for the door. Peaking out to make sure no one was in the hall before she made her escape; yelping in surprise when a hand reached out and snatched her by the ear, dragging down the hall and into her own room. 

“Jesus- what the fuck?!” Teagan stumbled forward a little as the hand released her ear and closed the door. Turning to find Gemma standing with her arms crossed over her chest as she stared her down with the disapproving ‘Mom’ look.

“I swear to God, it’s not what it looks like Gem!” Teagan stated in a rush, holding her hands up innocently. Gemma looking less than convinced as she pointed to the bed. Teagan backing up until she found it, sitting abruptly. Swallowing hard as Gemma advanced with her hands on her hips. 

“Just what in the hell do you think you’re doin’?” She questioned sternly.

“I promise Gem, really! Nothing happened. I got up to get a bottle of water, and saw he was still up and I don’t know...I was still drunk and didn’t wanna be alone. But I swear, we did not have sex...I just-- He felt bad, he even gave pants to sleep in for Christs sake!”

“Mhm.” I’m sure he did.” Gemma replied sarcastically. Still skeptically as she stared down at Teagan like a Mother about to ground her teenage daughter.

“You can ask Filip!” 

“Filip, really?” Gemma mused with a smirk, watching as Teagan’s faced turned red with embarrassment.

“Chibs! For fucks sake Gem, just ask him! Just please-- PLEASE don’t tell Tig!” She begged, breathing a sigh of relief when Gemma nodded with a small chuckle.

“Calm your tits, sugar. I’m not gonna tell anyone.” Gemma replied, her body language relaxing as she took a step back. “Besides, your reaction told me everything I needed to know.” Patting Teagan’s cheek with a grin, she turned to leave the room. 

Teagan groaning as she flopped backwards onto the bed, hands over her face as she gave a dramatic sigh...it was definitely too early for this shit. She need a shower, and coffee. Lots, and lots of coffee.

An hour passed before she felt it even safe to consider exiting her room. Making sure that Tig was a least gone before making her way into the kitchen and grabbing a cup of coffee before slipping out the back to the storage units. Sighing as she rolled up the door, revealing the old primer painted Chevelle. Shaking her head as she leaned up against the driver side fender. So many memories...

Wiping at her face as a tear slipped out, she drew in a deep breath. Trying to rid herself of the overwhelming emotions that seeing it brought back. Turning instead to the piece of paper and pen she brought out with her. Pausing every now and then to think as she compiled a list of parts she needed to go track down.

It was a waste to let the old beast simply rot in a storage unit...even despite the painful memories. She knew that’s not what he would’ve have wanted. Besides, it wasn’t like she had much of anything else to do right now. 

Finishing her list, she folded it and tucked it inside her pocket before polishing off the remainder of her coffee. Rolling the door closed behind her as she made her way back inside to grab her leather jacket; dropping her coffee cup off in the sink. Stopping by the Office on her way to her bike, finding Gemma inside doing paperwork. 

“You takin’ off?” She asked, not looking up from her paperwork as Teagan walked in, peering through the blinds into the shop. Noting both Tig and Chibs were gone.

“Yeah...I’m gonna see if I can order some parts for the Chevelle.” She replied, gaining Gemma’s attention as she looked up. 

“I can order ‘em.” Gemma offered, pulling her glasses off. “Just let me know what you need?”

“I got it.” Teagan dismissed the offer with a half smile. “This is something I need to do...ya’know?” 

“’Course, Sweetheart.” Gemma gave an understanding nod as she stood and gave the younger woman a hug. “You let me know if there’s anything you can’t find though. I’ll track it down.” 

“Thanks Gem.” Teagan kissed her cheek before leaving the office. Crossing the parking lot to her bike and climbing on. Clicking the buckle of her helmet into place before kicking the stand out from underneath her bike; the engine roaring to life beneath her as she started out of the lot. Passing her brother and Chibs  as they pulled back in with the tow-truck. Both men turning to stare as they watched her speed off and out of sight.

She returned about mid-afternoon, sighing when she found her original parking spot was not taken. Grumbling to herself crankily as she backed herself in at the end of the row. Stripping out of her leather jacket and slinging it over her shoulder as she beelined it for the Clubhouse. In desperate need of a drink and some air conditioning as she pushed the door open; the sound of voices drowning out her thoughts. 

“Teagan?” She froze at the sound of her name, puzzled for a moment before turning around in search of who had spoken it. Squealing in excitement when she caught sight of Kozik who was grinning like the cat who ate the canary. Her jacket falling abandoned onto the floor as she crossed the room and leaped into his arms. Hugging him tightly as he spun her once and set her down.

“What are you doin’ here, Koozy?” She beamed, ignoring the random looks she was receiving from around room. Including those from Chibs and her brother. Tig glaring so hard from across the room that she was almost certain he would melt a hole through Kozik’s skull. 

“Couldn’t leave without seein’ my favorite little Jailbird.” He replied with a mischievous grin, wincing as Teagan punched him in the shoulder. Glaring playfully as he chuckled. 

“Fuckin’ gag me...” Tig muttered into his beer, Teagan rolling her eyes in annoyance as they turned to look at her brother.

“You got somethin’ to say Trager?” Kozik turned, attempting to hide the cocky grin that was threatening to go full blown.

“Yeah I got somethin’ to say.” Tig slammed his beer down as he started across the room, chest to chest with Kozik as he got in his face. “How ‘bout you try to refrain from fuckin’ my sister this time?!”

“Yeah? Last I recall, she enjoyed it.” Kozik antagonized, staggering back a little as Tig shoved him hard in the chest. Teagan stepping in to keep them from tearing each other apart. 

“Jesus, are two ever gonna get over yourselves?!” She scolded with a hand on her hip. “Put your dicks away and get the fuck over it.” She caught Tig by the collar of his Kutte as he stepped forward, shoving him back a little harder as she planted her other hand behind her on Kozik’s chest.

“I mean it!” She warned with a stern look between the two men. “No fighting!” 

“Aye, listen to the lady.” Chibs stepped in as he grabbed Tig up by the arms, holding him back as he tried to get at Kozik from around his sister. “Or at the very least, kick the shite outta each other outside?”

Tig pried himself out of Chibs’ grasp and stormed off outside. Leaving a tense air of silence hanging between the other two men and Teagan; who rubbed at the back of her neck awkwardly as she edged out from between them. 

“Well, this has been awkward.” She muttered more or less to herself as she approached the bar. Retrieving her jacket before flagging down Half-Sack for a bottle off Tequila.

“I’m gonna go drink myself into a coma now...” She stated; a sardonic edge to her voice. “It’s really good to see you again Koozy.” 

Giving a half smile as she pushed back between him and Chibs. Disappearing down the hall and into her room, gathering up a few things before heading up to the roof.

“The girls got some shit goin’ on...” Gemma stepped in, pointing a finger between the two men. “Don’t go complicatin’ it with your feelings.” She made sure to emphasize the last bit for good measure before stepping around them, throwing the door open as she stepped out to chase down Tig.

“She’s probably on the roof...s’where she always used to hide out as a kid.” Kozik sighed with a shake of his head as he started for the hall. “I should go check on her.” 

He was stopped by the hand that grabbed a fist full of his Kutte and pulled backward. Turning around he gave the Scot a questioning look, but remained silent.

“‘Am sensin’ ye might be part of the problem.” Chibs stated as he released the blonde from his grasp, stepping between him and the hall as he finished. “I’ll go.”

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The sun had begun setting slowly over the small town of Charming. Turning the late Summer’s sky vibrant hues of purple, reds and gold. Teagan sat in a lawn chair, watching with her feet propped up -- knees bent slightly -- against the ledge. Her sketch book balanced carefully in her lap as she took a pause in drawing, to light up a cigarette. Twisting the cap off the bottle of Tequila before taking another sip, setting it up on the ledge. Wincing at the fiery sensation it created on the way down her throat.

She was only about three shots in, her nerves still fraying at the seams. But slowly, the liquor began to quell her anxieties. Allowing her to focus more on the mock sketch she had started for the old Chevelle. Her attention turning a few minutes later to the sound of the door squeaking opening loudly. Watching as Chibs stepped onto the roof, hands tucked into the pockets as he looked out at the sunset.

“Gemma send you?” She inquired, her tone flat as she turned her attention back to the drawing in her lap. Chibs shaking his head ‘no’ as he took a seat on the ledge beside her feet. Remaining silent for a few minutes as he watched the lines on the paper come to life beneath her hand. His warm gaze shifting up to meet hers as she stopped, brows furrowed as she stared at him.

“You’re not gonna ask?” 

“Not my business, love.” He replied with as shake of his head. “’Am not goin’ to pry abou’ things ye dinna wish to tell me.” 

Teagan remained quiet for moment, green eyes studying the older man who sat in front of her. Somehow trying to wrap her brain around why he was being so nice; why he cared so fucking much. Anyone else would likely be pressing her for some kind of answer to all the shit that had been going on, but not Chibs.  

“I slept with Kozik when I was 17...” She sighed, Chibs quirking and eyebrow as he listened. Surprised she was actually telling him. “SAMCRO shindig...I was blitzed out of my goddamn mind. Tiggy obviously walked in and lost his fucking mind...” 

“Explains the tension.” Chibs chuckled quietly.

“It was of my own doing...I was young and I was drunk.” She shrugged, closing the book in her lap as she tossed it down beside her chair. Dropping her feet as she reached for the bottle of Tequila on the ledge.

“Aye, ye were pretty drunk last nigh’ as well...” Her green eyes burned into him as her head snapped up at his comment.

“Yeah? And what the fuck is that supposed to mean?” She snapped.

“I-- no, tha’s how I meant--” Chibs started to defend himself, only to cut off as Teagan continued. 

“No one ever said I was goddamn Saint, Chibs. I’ve done shit I’m not fucking proud of, and I’ve gone through shit in my life that NO ONE should ever have to. Yeah, I’ve got issues, big fuckin’ WHOOP! I don’t need your judgement, nor your fuckin’ pity!” 

“I wasn’ tryin’ to judge, love. I was jus’--” He shook his head, standing, which only caused her to take a step back.

“I don’t need to be saved, alright? I’m not a goddamn charity case! So if that’s the only reason you’re being nice to me, don’t.fucking.bother.” She turned on her heel to leave, ready to abandon the rooftop when Chibs grabbed her wrist, pulling her back. Teagan about to swing in order to get her point across when he leaned down, crashing his lips into hers unexpectedly.

All the pent up tension suddenly eased away as her eyes slipped closed. Her left hand instinctively sliding up to rest against his chest as the other hesitantly wrapped around his neck. The kiss remaining slow and gentle as he reached his own hands up to cup her cheeks. Right thumb smoothing over her cheekbone softly.

It was nothing like their heated make-out session the night before. It was soft, and passionate; even as his tongue tentatively slipped past her lips to gently move against her own. Her head whirling with a million different emotions as her heart raced inside her chest; feeling as if it would beat straight out if it wasn’t for the rib-cage that kept it prisoner. 

Never in her entire life had anyone kissed her the way the Chibs was in this exact moment. As if she were drowning and he was throwing her the lifeline that she so desperately needed. His hand gripping the back of her head lightly as he broke the kiss; resting his forehead against hers. His warm brown eyes filled with a kindness that made her owns brim with tears...guilty for assuming he had been judging her. 

“I would never, ever, judge ye f’er’ yer past, Lass.” He spoke sincerely. Face completely serious as he stared into her eyes, wiping away a stray tear that rolled down her cheek.

“None of us are perfect, lovey.” 

Teagan nodded, forcing herself to hold back tears the best she could. Chibs placing his lips against her’s again as he pulled her close. The sound of the door to the roof opening, falling on deaf ears until--

“You have got to be fuckin’ kidding me?!” 

They sprang apart, startled by the voice and sound of boots that stormed towards them. Teagan’s eyes widening as she caught sight of her brother’s furious form.

“Tig, don’t!”  But it was too late as her brother’s fist collided with Chibs’ jaw. Teagan scrambling to throw herself between them, pushing at her brother in an attempt to keep the fight from escalating. 

“STOP!” She yelled again, her hand slapping hard against her brothers face when he didn’t. Looking back at her with a stunned, but furious, expression as he took a step backward. Giving her enough time to turn and stop Chibs who had regained his senses and was now advancing on the oldest Trager.

“Don’t!” She warned, her tone menacing; but the look in her eyes was pleading that he trust her. “I got this...just go.”

Chibs nodded stiffly and turned for the door. Leaving the siblings as the door slammed shut behind him loudly. Making Teagan flinch as she turned back towards her brother, his blue eyes filled with anger, disgust...and hurt.

“Do you not remember the last time?” He snapped, stepping towards her. Pointing an accusing finger at her as if her were scolding a child. “Or are you just hellbent on ruining another goddamn Brotherhood?!”

“Fuck you, Alex!” She yelled. “I was a kid--”

“You were a goddamn druggy screw up!” He cut her off angrily, running his hands through his hair. Turning as he tried to ignore the hurt that flashed through her across her face.

“This isn’t like that like, Tig!” She pleaded. 

“Bullshit!” He rounded on her. “You’ve always been this way. Always trying to ruin my relationships with the guys-- with the Club!”

“Oh what, so now I’m a whore?” She scoffed angrily, her bottom lip quivering as she stared at her brother. “You’re never gonna let me live down my fucking past, are you? -- ‘Cause I mean, last I checked, yours wasn’t much better!”

“And the last I checked, mine didn’t have a body count involving a Club Member!”

The air around them fell silent as they stared at each other. Tears now streaming down Teagan’s face as her green gaze blazed with an intense hatred that frightened even her own flesh and blood. His own eyes filled with anger...but also guilt. Turning his gaze away from his sister as he ran a hand over his face.

“Wow, Alex...” Teagan spoke shakily through her tears. “That’s low...even for you.”

“Teagan, wait--” Tig reached out for her hand, but she pulled away. Grabbing her things before storming off the roof blur of anger and tears. Leaving her brother behind, mentally scolding himself for line he had just officially crossed...knowing that there was no taking back the words he hadn’t meant to say.

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"Betrayal"

Happy x Reader Juice x Reader (GIFs aren’t mine)

Warning: Smut, Infidelity, Violence, Heartbreak. . . .

“I know we live here, but I’m not SAMCRO, I’m a Nomad,” Happy spoke as he sat on the edge of the bed, pulling on his boots while you sleepily begged him not to leave, “Maybe one day soon I’ll ask to patch over,” he added, turning to you and taking your hand in his before he leaned down to kiss you.

“I’ll miss you,” you pouted, looking up at him through your eyelashes. “I’ll be back soon,” he spoke matter-of-factly. He wasn’t the type to display amazing ranges of emotion, so his ‘I will be back’ was really his way of saying he’d miss you too, “You know the drill, call the garage or one of the guys if you need anything. Their numbers are in the prepaid. One of them will check on you while I’m gone.” His voice was raspy, authoritative, and back to being all business. He only let himself fall into the loving and reassuring version of himself for a short time before he would pull himself together and be completely emotionless again. It was tough being in love with him sometimes.

“One more kiss,” you begged, grabbing his arm as he stood to leave. He smirked at you, and at how much you needed him. He leaned down to plant another kiss on your lips, pulling away before you could deepen it. “I gotta hit the road,” he said, throwing a small smile your way before he walked out of the room.

These were the parts of his life that you hated, the constant moving around that came with being a Nomad. Nomads were the first to be called in if another charter needed bodies, as they didn’t have a home of their own to take care of and look after.

But he knew you needed stability, a place to call home, and a family - that’s why he moved you down to Charming a year ago. SAMCRO was the definition of family with Gemma as the matriarch, he knew you’d find your place here, and he made it clear his intentions were to patch in eventually. Until then it’d just mean being gone a little longer when Quinn called a meeting, and having to go away more often if any of the West Coast charters needed help.

You’d gotten close to the Redwood folks, and you’d learned to get along with the hang arounds and crow eaters. You had even developed a good rapport with Gemma who, although motherly, was not the easiest to please.

You sighed as you fell back on the bed, Happy’s occupation made it to where you didn’t have to work, and he didn’t want you to, so you filled your days being a homemaker and visiting Gemma and the guys at TM, which is what Happy expected you to continue to do while he was gone. Instead, you had decided to mope while your man away, so you covered yourself back up and slept off the pain that came with being separated from him.

…

You had avoided TM for three days, sticking close to home and not leaving unless you absolutely had to. With Happy not around you didn’t have much reason to leave anyway. You were moping, definitely, because you knew life would be simpler if Happy would just transfer and you couldn’t understand why he hadn’t yet.

A knock at the door roused you and you got up from the couch, pausing your Netflix show as you stood and checked the peephole. It was Juice, the young mohawked member of SAMCRO with the scalp tattoos. You guessed he had been the one tasked with looking in on you while Happy was away. You faked a smile as you opened the door, greeting him and welcoming him inside.

“Happy asked me to check in on you while he was up in Tacoma. Has he called you?” Juice asked, following you back to your couch and taking a seat beside you. “Not yet,” you responded, leaning against the seat back and looking over at the man beside you, “I figure he will call once business is taken care of.”

“Oh,” Juice spoke solemnly, “He called me about an hour ago, told me to get you and bring you to the clubhouse… I guess he had some issues in Tacoma and he doesn’t think you’re safe alone.”

You sighed, picking up the remote and turning off your TV.

“I’ll go pack a bag,” you huffed, standing up to go into your room, leaving Juice behind.

…

Gemma had the linens changed in the spare room at the back of the clubhouse and she showed you inside. Juice had been instructed by Clay, the large grey-headed man and President of this charter, to stay at the clubhouse and watch over you through the night. Apparently there would be a prospect watching over your home just in case anyone showed up. You were upset at the fact that you were being transplanted from your home without Happy around to comfort you.

You really didn’t do well on your own.

Thats why, when Juice came in the room to check on you before he went to crash on the couch, you asked him to stay and watch TV with you for a little while, desperate to fill the void Happy left.

That void also made you notice how muscular Juice was. Happy was muscular, lean muscle, and he had a nice body, but Juice was built bulkier, more muscular.

You tried to shake that thought out of your mind as he sat beside you, but you felt so out of place, unlike yourself… And secretly you resented Happy for leaving you.

“Juice…” you spoke, your voice trailing off as he turned to look at you, his carefree expression replaced by one filled with worry.

“What’s wrong?” he asked you as he sat straight, his eyes boring into you.

Logic completely lost to you, you leaned in and pressed your lips against his. He kissed you back for a moment before he jumped, startled, and pushed you away.

“What the fuck,” he gasped standing up from the bed and rubbing the back of his neck, eyes wide, not the reaction you hoped for as you hung your head, “I’m sorry I–” “–you miss him,” Juice finished for you, “It’s okay. I get it. I…I’m gonna go now though.”

He scratched his head and took a deep breath, throwing his arm back down at his side and walking to the door.

“Wait!” you called as he reached for the handle and he stopped, frozen but still facing away from you, unmoving. You stood and walked over to him, reaching your hands out to run up his back to his shoulders where you pulled your body against his and pressed your lips into the back of his neck. A shudder radiated through his body as your tongue darted out to massage his skin and he sucked in a harsh breath as your hands trailed down his arms.

He wanted you, too.

He turned and captured your lips with his own, walking you backwards to the bed as you helped each other undress. He paced away and dug in the dresser by the bed for condoms and found one, setting it on the bed as he knelt at the edge of the mattress between your legs, spreading them open to show your glistening folds as he pressed his mouth into them.

…

Immediately after it happened Juice was wracked with guilt. Sitting on the edge of the bed, completely naked, doubled over with his head in his hands, mumbling to himself about how he was going to hell after Happy murdered him for fucking his old lady.

You didn’t feel guilty though. Your relationship with Happy didn’t have much emotion, there was no romance. He rescued you from an abusive relationship when you were 21 and the two of you bonded. He took care of you and you took care of him and it was so much better than what you had come from that you mistook it as love. You had been so grateful to Happy for keeping you safe that you never wondered what else was out there, you never wondered if real love felt different.

After being with Juice, feeling how he touched you and how he made you feel when he was inside of you, how he took his time and he was gentle, cautious, caring… You knew your feelings for Happy couldn’t be love.

You pulled yourself to sit next to Juice, taking his hand in yours and squeezing it. He looked up at you, his eyes filled with self hatred and you looked back into his eyes, determination in yours.

“It’s okay,” you reassured him, cupping his cheek and pulling him in to kiss you, “We’re okay.”

Juice stayed with you in your bedroom that night and you had sex with him again, and every night that followed until Happy came home. You never discussed telling Happy, the two of you knew that it was better he didn’t find out, but you both knew you didn’t want to stop.

Juice felt the same things for you that you felt for him, maybe it was love, maybe it was just the thrill of being with someone you shouldn’t be, but you knew you felt alive when you were with him. Sex with him was the best you ever had. You had only been with Happy and your ex, but somehow you knew he wasnt just better than them, he was great.

A week ago, you had been filled with dread over the idea of Happy leaving you, now a sick part of you was dreading is return. You had found something worth smiling about and you had to keep it a secret, you hated that.

…

You feigned excitement when you heard his bike pull up at TM, ignoring Juice’s somber stature as you walked outside to greet your old man.

“I missed you baby,” you smiled as you walked up to his bike, “you made it in one piece,” you joked as he wrapped his arms around your shoulders in a hug. “I always do,” he rasped as his hands trailed down your back to your ass, giving it a firm squeeze and you jolted a bit, “I told you I’d be back soon,” he growled, his lips colliding with your neck as he pulled you tightly against him. “Come on, let’s get outta here,” he brought his hand down to slap your ass cheek as he chuckled, “I’ll follow you back.”

You glanced back up at the clubhouse as you strode towards your car, Juice was leaning against the wall in the shadow of the building, watching you leave because that’s all he could do.

The entire drive home you couldn’t get your mind off Juice, the way he looked standing there watching you walk away.

…

Happy didn’t waste any time when you made it home, as soon as you crossed the threshold he had his body pressed against yours, his mouth on the juncture of your neck and shoulder as he walked you forward, his arms wrapped around your waist and his hardening member pressed against your back.

He released you suddenly and walked around you, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the bedroom. It was hard to fake the excitement you usually felt when he came home, the bliss of being oblivious to what real love was, when the only thing on your mind was that perfect Puerto Rican back at TM.

He tossed you on the bed, ripping your pants and panties down your legs, heaving your shirt over your head and pulling your bra off.

Standing at the edge of the bed, he unbuckled his belt and yanked his jeans down to release his cock, quickly flipping you over on all fours and entering you harshly. You let out a squeal as he pounded into you gripping your hips for leverage. After a few minutes he pulled out of you and slapped your ass, “On your back,” he ordered climbing onto the bed with you and settling between your legs, peppering your neck and chest with  kisses when he re-entered you, slower this time. He flexed his hips in and out of you as you whined, wrapping your arms around him and digging your nails into his back.

“You like that baby,” he sighed as he pumped into you, his mouth right against your ear, “Tell me you like it.”

“Yes baby,” you moaned, your hands trailing up and rubbing his bald head, your mind wandering off to the man you had been with earlier, the other one with the shaved head.

“Tell me how it feels,” he grunted, snapping you out of your thoughts and you tossed your head back, “Mmm, Jui–” your eyes immediately shot open and you bit your lip, not believing what almost just came out of your mouth.

Your heart was pounding and the hope that Happy hadn’t heard what you were about to say was useless, he had already stopped moving and lifted himself to stare into your eyes, his eyebrows knitted together.

You gulped, tears accumulating in your eyes as you saw in his glare an anger you’d never seen before.

“What?” he spat and you knew that he already knew the answer.

He pulled out of you and got off the bed, pulling his jeans on as you sat up from the bed, silent tears streaming down your face.

You saw his fists, his jaw clenched and you were hesitant to speak, but you did anyway, “Hap I–”

Your words were interrupted when Happy whirled around, his fist connecting with the wall beside the bed, breaking clean through the drywall as he bellowed, “–DON’T!”

He turned to you, his eyes cold and hardened, “Did you fuck him!?”

Your bottom lip quivered as he huffed in front of you, his fist shaking from the impact it had endured, but you couldn’t answer him.

“My brother!?….While I was away!?” he screamed at you and you flinched, still unable to form a coherent thought.

He turned away from you, frantically pacing as his hands shot up to his head, rubbing viciously over the snake tattoo on his scalp, he wailed, turning to the mirrored closet door and smashed his fist into it, the glass shattering from the impact and falling to the ground as you blubbered. He turned back to you, tears in his eyes, this was the first time you had ever seen him cry, as blood dripped from his sliced up hand and small whimpers escaping his mouth as he breathed uncontrollably.

“I fucking loved you,” he cried out as a tear fell down his cheek.

You still had no idea what to say but you had to try, “I’m sorry Happy,” you sniffed looking down again as he stood there. He had only told you he loved you once or twice, and recently you had wondered if he was lying, but the way his emotions overcame him in front of you, you knew what he felt for you was real.

You wished you felt regret over what you had done, and in a way maybe you did, but the only thing you truly felt bad about was that your actions had hurt the one man that helped you when you needed it most. The one man who had ever really loved you.

“Juice… He, uh, he didn’t want to. I-I made him… He was…drunk…” you trailed off, hoping as a last effort you could at least save one person from this train wreck.

What was one more lie in a string of bad decisions and shitty behavior.

He roughly wiped his face with his arm, sniffling a few times as your mouth gaped, searching for the words that would heal him.

“Get out,” he growled, pointing to the door, his tears now dried as he regained control of his emotions.

You nodded, grabbing the clothes you had been wearing from the floor and walking out of the room. You stopped in the hall just long enough to get dressed, hearing Happy’s sobs through the door as he came undone, tearing you apart as you left the only house you had ever called home, knowing you’d never be able to repair the damage you had caused.

Crying as you stepped into your car, you typed a farewell text to Juice. He’d need the heads up when Happy finally moved onto anger from his current devastating sadness. You hadn’t bothered to pack anything, everything you owned was because of Happy, and you knew you didn’t deserve to take any of it with you after what you had done.

Tossing your phone in the back, you merged onto the 18 out of Charming, destination unknown, but knowing the burning bridge behind you was no longer a refuge for your broken soul.