Living with the Club

Service

Veronica wakes up in her bed to a phone call from Jax.
She grabs her phone which she had left in the kitchen and answers it.
"You were raped. Why didn't you tell me?"
"Excuse me?"
"Gemma told us."
"Okay."
"Again, why didn't you tell me?"
"It was best to keep it quiet."
"I understand."
"Okay."
"I'm not going nomad."
"Okay."
"Does Juice know?"
"I--um"
"I won't tell the club."
"I couldn't handle it. I had to."
"Did he make it home alright?"
"Yeah, he's still asleep."
"Let him sleep. Tell him he can come in late when he wakes up."
"Thank you, Jax. For everything."
"That's what family is for, Roni."
"Bye."
"Bye."
Veronica returned to Juice, who was waiting for her.
"Who was that?"
"Jax. He said you could come in late."
"What else?" He asks, knowingly.
"He said Gemma told him about the.. accident."
"And?"
"He knows that you knew, but he said he wouldn't tell the club."
"Okay."
He pulls her on top of him.
She slips off his shirt before leaning down to kiss him.

Juice left when Veronica hopped into the shower.
Veronica dries herself off and slips on skinny yogas and a SOA tank.
She decides to go through her clothes and put the items that she doesn't wear into a bag to give to charity.
When she was finishing up, she get a call from Lyla.
"So did you tell him?" She asks.
"I did. He laughed. He was like I love you, all the rest doesn't matter."
"He laughed? That's strange, but at least you know now that he's in it for you."
"Yeah, it's comforting."
"Do you want to get breakfast tomorrow morning?"
"Yes ma'am, I'd love to."
They decided a time then they hung up.
Veronica gets another call from Juice.
He tells her to come to the club.
She does.

"Mind if you give me a hand with this?" Juice asks, working on a Chevy Impala '69.
"I don't know anything about cars, Juice."
"That is okay, baby. I'm going to teach you."
"Why?"
"Can't a guy find more ways to spend time with his old lady?"
"I'm skeptical, but I suppose I'm in."
Juice did most of the work, but he explained to her how to change a tire, when to change the oil when the indicator in the car is broken, how to put windshield liquid in the car, and things of that nature.
"Am I doing this right?" She asked, rotating the tires.
He glances over.
"You're making that harder than it needs to be," he says, coming up behind her and adjusting her hands to the proper position and demonstrates.
He winces.
"Are you okay, baby?" She asks.
"Yeah, I'm still a little sore."
He returns to the Hood, working on putting a new engine in.
"So, are you remodeling this car completely?"
"WE," he corrects her, "are remodeling this car top to bottom."
"I can only do so much," she comments.
"That's okay, baby."
They weren't on it for a few hours then they we're both called to work on club business.

Veronica made her way home at quarter to seven and called for a pizza.
Juice comes home.
"Talked about the rape today."
"And?"
"Lock down starting tomorrow morning."
"Shit, really?"
"There needs to be retaliation. Big time. Nobody comes to my town and fucks with my girl. Nobody. I'm gonna kill the fucker that thought it was okay to be inside you."
"I--um."
"What?"
"I don't think you should kill him, but it's on you to do what you think is right. The main guy..he um.. had this tattoo on his neck. A cross," she says, gesturing to the right side of her neck.
The doorbell rings.
"I ordered pizza," she explains.
He gestures for her to stay, kissing her cheek then going to the door.
Veronica runs her fingers through her hair, having a flash back of that night. She shakes her head quickly, as if to push the images from her head.
Juice returns setting down the pizza.
"I have something for you."
"What?"
"Grab me a beer and I'll get it."
She does, watching him disappear into the hall.
She pulls out a 312 and poors it between two cups.
Juice returns setting down a pistol.
"That's not necessary."
"I insist."
Instead of grabbing the gun, she grabs a slice of pizza and begins to eat it.
"You're taking it," he says in a tone that Veronica should not argue.
"I don't appreciate your tone. I'm not a child. But I'm also not arguing."
"Sorry, this Zobelle things got me real worked up and all I want is you safe and him dead."
She pecks his lips and continues to eat her pizza.