*This is the most overdue chapter in the history of overdue chapters, sorry! Hope you enjoy it!*
"Juice, you pissed anyone off recently?" Clay asked Juice as the Sons were all sitting around the table the night after the shooting. They were all there – Tig, Chibs, Piney, Juice, Half Sack, Jax, and Clay. The meeting was to determine who had tried to shoot either Juice or Raelen.
"Not any more than usual." Juice shrugged. He continued picking at the beer mat in front of him. He was beyond conflicted at the moment. He knew his first loyalty was to his club, but he had never found anything worth giving it up for until now. He knew he would have to give it up, Clay would never approve. Hell, Clay might even shoot him. Shit, he was getting ahead of himself, he didn't even know her that well.
"And you definitely didn't see anyone?" Jax asked him.
"I told you, I was talking to Raelen and when she went to leave I heard rustling in the bushes, and I saw a gun coming out of the bushes. Then I threw her to the ground, the guy shot the wall behind me, and then we heard a car speeding away, but we didn't see it so he must have run away."
"Okay so let's line up some possibilities." Clay put both his hands on the table. "It would be most likely that the Mayans or the Nords did this. We'll need to gather some intel, see if any of their gang members were seen roundabout Teller-Morrow in the past 48 hours. Juice, you get into their computer and you find out whatever you can. Jax, Chibs, you look into the Nords. Tig and I will look into the Mayans. Bobby, do a little bit of digging on the One-Niners just in case, but I don't think we've had any recent beef with them, so that should be a wild goose chase."
"What do you want me to do Clay?" Kip asked.
"Whatever it is you usually do about here."
Juice stood outside Raelen's house, berating himself. He should not have come here, but yet he couldn't stay away. Taking a deep breath he rang the doorbell. He waited a few minutes but no one answered the door. He knocked and rang the doorbell again but still no one answered. He stood and listened and thought he heard the sound of music inside. Hesitantly he tried the handle of the door, and found that it was open. He stepped inside Raelen's house.
"Rae? Are you here?" Now that he was inside he could definitely hear the sound of music coming from one of her spare rooms. He opened the door and saw Raelen sitting on a stool with a cello between her bare legs. She was wearing a pair of denim hot pants and a black vest top. She had her eyes closed and she was playing a deep, mournful melody. He stood and waited for her to finish, all the while eyeing up that perfect hourglass figure, and the dark red hair that was tied up into a bun. Her legs were so pale and smooth he really felt he had to exercise some restraint not to go over and touch and kiss them.
"That was amazing." He said when she had finished and she just about jumped off of the stool.
"Jesus Christ Juice, you almost gave me a heart attack!" She got off of the stool and stood with one hand on her hip and the other holding the cello upright.
"Sorry." He laughed. "I rang your doorbell twice, and the door was open so I just…"
"Came in & scared the crap out of me?" She raised an eyebrow at him.
"Yeah sorry about that."
"Well now you're here you can do something for me."
"Oh yeah? What's that?"
"In my bedroom I was trying to build a new desk for my computer, but the instructions are missing. Help?" She pouted.
"Sure. Lead on." He followed her out of the room. "How's your head?"
"It feels okay today, I don't think it's that bad."
"Sorry about that, again."
"Don't worry about it, better a cut on my head than a bullet wound, right?"
"Yeah, that's right." Raelen opened her bedroom door and Juice let out a low whistle. "Sorry were you building a desk in here or did a few thousand trees explode?"
"Shut up, I guess I got a little excited and took everything out of the box."
"Hey I'm usually okay at building things by myself. But I generally need to have instructions."
"Women." Juice rolled his eyes and Raelen playfully smacked his arm. Juice took his biker's cut off and began separating the pieces of wood into some form of order (Raelen had no idea where he was getting his logic from).
"Can I get you a drink?"
"You have beer?" Juice asked.
"Of course I have beer, why so surprised?"
"You seem like more of a wine lady."
"Oh so because I'm a lady I can't drink beer?" She teased. "I could drink you under the table any day of the week Juice."
"I'll need to take you up on that challenge one time."
"You should. But not today, I have a desk that needs building. You start and I'll go get beers."
"Yes ma'am." He watched Raelen leave the room and shook his head. She just HAD to be wearing those tiny shorts, and they just HAD to be building this desk in her bedroom right next to her bed, and they just HAD to be drinking beer. If Raelen had been any other girl Juice knew within the hour he would have her on that bed, minus those shorts. But not with Raelen, no matter how much he wanted it. For all he knew she would laugh in his face if he made a move on her.
"Here you go." Raelen handed him a can of beer.
"Thanks Rae. Let's get started."
"What can I do?"
"Any screws or other little accessory pieces, keep them separate."
"Okay." Raelen set about separating all the small pieces and whilst Juice was checking two pieces together to see if they fit, he decided to ask her something that was nagging at his brain.
"Yeah?" She didn't look around.
"We were talking today, and we can't really think who would try to kill one of us so openly. Have you got any enemies in this area? Or in general maybe?"
"Why would I have any enemies?" She turned around and looked at him suspiciously.
"I was just wondering, we need to look at every angle, you know."
"Well, I don't, okay?" She said sternly and turned back to what she was doing.
"Okay, cool." He didn't believe her for a second, she was definitely hiding something. He didn't want to push the subject though, he was enjoying her company.
An hour later there stood a perfectly steady desk. Raelen knew if she had attempted to build it the slightest tap would have made the whole thing fall apart.
"Should we test it?" Raelen asked.
"Like should we sit on it?"
"You planning on sitting on it a lot?" He laughed.
"Maybe. If this falls apart I may kill you." Raelen perched on the desk tentatively, putting some weight on, and when it didn't collapse beneath her, she put her full weight on it.
"See? I built you an awesome desk."
"Thank you good sir."
"You're very welcome."
"And thank you for last night too, you totally saved me." They were looking into each other's eyes; Juice felt like he could get lost in hers.
"Maybe I'll need to hire you to follow me around to fend off any other assassination attempts."
"Sounds like a good way to spend a day in my opinion." They continued to look at each other for a few more seconds in silence before Raelen looked away. "I better get going. You sure you're alright?"
"Yeah I'm fine." She nodded. Juice put his cut back on and Raelen walked him to the door. "That was fun."
"Yeah it was. If you have anything else that needs building or fixing just let me know."
"I'm holding you to that." She laughed. They stood awkwardly for a second before Juice extended his hand and Raelen shook it.
"I'll see you later Rae."
"Bye Juice." She watched him walk down the path to his bike and closed the door. Juice was sitting outside on his bike berating himself.
'I shook her hand. Her hand! You suck Juice' he shook his head and started his bike and drove away.