Living with the Club

Albification

"Baby, I'm going to the club to help out with retaliation for Donna," Juice says, walking into the bathroom where Veronica had just gotten out of the shower.
"Do we know who killed her?"
"Possibly Mayans."
"Don't kill the wrong guy," she jokes, drying herself off.
"I don't think we will," he says, smirking as he watched her slip on a thong and bra.
He let's out a sigh.
"What baby?" She asks.
"I wish I had time to put you on the counter and make love to you," he says, enjoying the picture in his mind.
"That makes two of us."
She slips on black skinny jeans and a blue floral crop top.
"Gotta go, see you tonight for Bobby's welcome home party," he tells her, kissing her cheek and turning to go.
"Wait!"
"What?" He turns.
"Should I wear a dress?"
"The red one, it makes you look hot" he says.
"Okay, baby," she smiles, watching him leave.
Veronica does her five minute make up routine then gets a call.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's Jax. I have a favor to ask but it needs to be kept between us."
"Meet me at the warehouse on Bakers street outside of Charming in 20 minutes. Don't approach me until the rest of the guys leave."
"Sounds sketchy but okay, bud."
He hangs up.
She pulls up GPS on her phone and types in the address before getting into her car.

She was five minutes early but parked across the street from the warehouse and turned off her bike. When she saw two trucks, she ducked down behind a dumpster nearby because she thought Jax's whole point was to avoid the guys.
She heard a gun shot ten minutes later followed by a pause and two more gun shots.
She wondered what she agreed to and was nervous to find out.
She ducks down again as the black van departs and gets a text from Jax.
"You coming?" It asked.
she popped out of her hiding place and walked across the street.
She sees Jax pull a dead Mayan onto a tarp and shoot him repeatedly where there had been an A for sons. Now all that was left was torn up flesh.
"It wasn't the Mayans, was it?" She asked.
He looked up and his eyes said no.
"Who was it?"
He doesn't answer.
"You're obviously protecting Ope, so it's gotta be someone in the club."
"Help me get him in the truck bed," Jax said after wrapping the man in the tarp.
She picked up his head and Jax his feet. They slung him into the back.
"Was it Clay?"
Jax gave her a long look then nodded.
"How did you get to be so goddamn smart?" He joked.
"I went to college," she said, smiling.
"Follow me on your bike," he said told her.
"You forgot to say please," she said, playing mad.
He chuckles, "please."
Veronica smiles and walks back to her bike and follows Jax to Mayan territory.
Veronica helps him dump the body after he gave her gloves to wear, keeping their DNA out of it.
"Thanks, see you at the party in a few hours," he told her.
"Yeah, no problem."
She was starting to feel more and more like an old lady.

She arrived to the clubhouse in the red dress that Juice suggested she should wear. She went with black lace up sneakers because she didn't want to walk around in heels all night and she thought she still looked pretty damn good for a size four.
The sun had just set when Half Sack put on some Techno/grudge music.
She approached Juice who was holding a beer, his back turned to her.
She notices a sweet butt had approached him and began talking to him.
Veronica got close enough to hear the conversation.
"I'm not interested."
"Come on, doll," she flirted.
Veronica draped her arms around his neck from behind, "he said that he's not interested."
The sweet butt looks flustered and runs off to her next man.
"Hi baby," he smiles.
She kisses his cheek.
He grabs her and pulls her around in front of him, laying his hands around her waist. He gives her a long kiss.
She wraps her arms around his neck.
A group of guys whistle at them which makes her laugh, pulling away.
A car pulls up, not associated with the club.
"Garage is closed," Clay says, approaching the men that exited the vehicle.
Juice follows Clay, and Veronica gets closer to hear the conversation better.
"We're not here for, uh, car repairs. I understand you're a Camacho fan," the man says, handing Clay a box of what Veronica thought we're cigars.
"Who are you?" Clay asks, skeptically.
The sons approached the vehicle as if Clay was telepathically saying, "calling all sons."
She smirked to herself.
"A little friendly advice," the other man says handing Clay something.
"What advice would that be?"
"We feel it would best for all concerned if you stop dealing arms to the one Niners and the Mayans."
Tig and Juice laugh as if that is the most ridiculous thing they've heard.
"I don't know what you're talking about" Clay chuckles with the boys.
"Were just mechanics and Harley lovers," Clay adds.
"That's one of Darby's guys," Tig says.
"Darby is one of our supporters."
"Mm. Expensive car, hell of a suit, all your teeth. Must be the top of the Aryan food chain, huh?" Clay says, walking around the man.
"What you do for a living is between you and your maker. I'm not here to adjust your moral compass. This us just a reality check. You're a criminal and you're done selling guns to color."
Tig pulls his gun out.
"Are you gonna shoot me Mr. Trager. With all these witnesses?"
"Look, uh, I don't know what Darby told you and, uh, I don't what your angle is, but let me be real clear. Nobody threatens SAMCRO. And nobody tells us what we can and cannot do. Black, brown, OR white. So why don't you climb into your little German clown car and drive back to Nazi town? 'Cause the next time you piss all over my shoes, he will kill you. And I don't give a shit how many witnesses there are."
The man chuckles unthreatened by Clay.
"My shop opens in a few weeks until then, enjoy," the man says, setting down the box of cigars.
They get back in their car and drive away.
"I want to know everything" Clay says, giving Juice the white paper.
"You got it" Juice responds.
"What did I miss?" Ricky asks from behind her.
"A pissing match with the new guy in town" Veronica says, before follow Juice into the clubhouse.
"So much for party" she says, watching as Juice set down the paper in a safe spot near the computer.
"The nights not over yet, baby cakes."
They hear immense cheering outside.
"Bobby's home" Juice smirks, leading Veronica outside.
Juice vanishes for a moment then Veronica sees him welcoming Bobby.

Veronica decides to check in on Gemma and Abel. Gamma walks out of Jax's house as Veronica pulls up.
"You're leaving?"
"Tara's here."
Veronica nods, trying to start up the bike again.
She frowns, convientiently it decides not to work at this moment.
"I'll give you a lift, come on."
Veronica hopped into Gemma's new black Cadillac and they drove off.
Gemma pulled up to a red light.
They heard honking behind them.
"What the hell?" Veronica mumbled.
Gemma was clutching something in her purse, Veronica observed. She guessed that it was probably her handgun.
"Please! Help! My baby choked on something! Help!" a woman cries, running up to her car.
Veronica and Gemma jumped out of the car, running to the van.
Gemma got inside to look at the baby and Veronica is grabbed from behind, her mouth covered.
"Boss said bring both," the man says to woman after she knocked Gemma out.
Veronica struggled and passed out after a minute of him holding his hand over her mouth and nose.

Veronica woke up in a warehouse. It was dark but she could see crates. Her hands we're chained to a fence above her head.
"Gemma!" Veronica called.
no response.
Veronica wondered if they took them to two different locations or if they killed Gemma.
Several men approach, wearing masks.
"You'll pay for this," Veronica muttered.
That got her a hard smack across her cheek.
She threw a kick, hitting the man in the nuts.
That got her a few punches before she started bleeding.
They pulled down her pants and proceeded to take turns, entering inside of her.
They took their time, enjoying it.
Veronica held her breathe, not making a noise.
She felt dirty and used.
They cut her down when they we're done, she sank to the floor. She had no motivation nor strength to get up.
One guy leaned down, "tell the club that Zobelle wants them out of the gun game with color."
Then a left her laying there, helpless.