Living with the Club

Family Recipe

Veronica had Juice drive the Chevy instead of holding onto him on the back of his bike.
He drove quickly to the warehouse.
Veronica could tell he was beyond anxious about his brother.
She ran her hand over his thigh to soothe him. Juice glanced down at her hand and took it in his own, squeezing lightly.
They were about two miles from the warehouse when Veronica spotted the tow truck, "Did he drive that?"
Juice passed it and swerved to the side of the road.
He slid out of the car without a word and Veronica followed him.
"Rick!" Juice called.
"Ricky!" Veronica tried as well.
Within seconds, they both saw a dark figure appear from the woods.
"What the hell Juice? You take a spill?" Juice asks.
Rick's clothes were dirty and she could see a glimpse of redness under his black hoodie.
Juice must have seen it too, "what's that, baby brother?"
He gestures toward the redness.
"Oswald, man. He's got those stupid security chains all over these back roads," Rick's voice seemed strained, but he replied with a smile.
"You clotheslined one?" V asks.
"Yeah."
Juice's phone goes off and he takes the call, stepping away.
Veronica walks up to Rick and he takes a step back before standing tall, towering over her.
"Let me see," she mumbles, unzipping his hoodie slightly.
She could sense his increased heart rate.
He tensed when her cool fingers glided over the red. She thought maybe it even felt a little hot.
She also noticed marks. Veronica drew that conclusion that he didn't get clotheslined. These marks seemed more purposeful.
"Are you sure you're alright?" She asks, but before he has a chance to reply Juice is talking.
"We got to go."
"What's up?" Rick asks.
"Vote."
"Drugs?"
"Change in leadership."

Juice drives Veronica to the clubhouse, followed by Rick in the tow truck.
"Why don't you get some sleep, baby," Juice said as they walked inside.
She nodded, kissing his cheek before walking away.
Juice smiled because she gave an extra swing in her hips, knowing he'd be watching.
Soon, members piled into Chapel and they waited for Clay to speak.
Rick was surprised at what he was hearing, but if course he had been withdrawn.
"All right. There's a challenge on the table. New president. I don't think we need the formalities of nomination. You want the chair," Clay asks, looking at Bobby.
"I don't think we've got no choice," Bob remarks.
"Yeah or nay. Bobby taking the gavel. Nay," Clay says.
"Nay," Tigs says after hesitating for a moment.
Before Chibs can respond, automatic fire comes through the small windows of the Chapel.
Juice pulls Rick with him onto the ground and under the table.
Members pile out, running low and heading for the guns.
The gunfire continued and Juice hoped that Veronica was okay.
Juice followed the guys out and saw a Mexican on the ground, he assumed one of the prospects had done that.
He saw a glimpse of a red pick up speed away and the gunfire ceased.
"Shit!" Clay yelled.
"This woke up the whole hood, man," Jax says.
"Get this asshole to the res. Call the gun warehouse, put them on alert."
"I'll reach out to Alverez," Tigs tells Clay.
"Oh, man. Clay! This is bad!" Chuck says, standing over a bad and peering into it, "like bad, bad."
"What is it?" Jax asks as him and Clay step forward.
Juice follows too and sees three heads severed from its body.
"Shit," Juice says
"It's Armando," Piney remarks.
"Isn't your old lady here, Juice?" Jax asks, after turning from the bag.
"Yeah."
"Go check on her. We got this."
"Thanks, brother."
Juice went inside and saw Veronica standing in the middle of the clubhouse. She was barefoot and was wearing his shirt, perhaps pantless.
"What the shit was that all about," she muttered, clearly have been standing there for several minutes.
"Dunno. But there was a bag of heads out there and one of them was Armando," he told her, going to here.
"Shit. Are you okay? Are you shot? Rick?" Veronica asks, her gaze running up and down, scanning him for wounds.
Her hands wrapped around his neck when she saw he was fine.
"We're all fine," he said, his hand going around her waist.
He began to kiss her and his hands dropped to her ass, realizing all she was wearing under his shirt was a thong.
"Get a room!" Jax chuckled.
"Do we have time," Veronica smiled over Juice's shoulder.
"Sorry, not right now," Jax responded.
"What's the plan?" Juice asks, looking at Jax now.
"We're heading to the gun warehouse. I'll give you a minute, but then we got to go."
"Okay."
Jax left quickly.
Veronica was about to speak, but Juice returned his lips to hers.
"Be safe. Don't leave the compound unless you have to."
"Okay, baby."