My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy - A Juice (Sons of Anarchy) Story

Bad News

It was nearly 2 AM when Nicky got the call from Gemma to come to the clubhouse right away. Juice hadn't come home last night and the call only caused her to worry more. One the way there, Nicky attempted his cell again, but still only got his voicemail. Which made her assume the worst. 

"What happened?" Nicky demanded, rushing in to find Gemma, Tara, and a sleeping Abel there waiting for her. A lot of absolute worry spewed across their face. "Where is Juice, and the others?"

"They got arrested, sweetie."

"What?!" Nicky shouted, her heart feeling like it was about to burst out of her chest. She felt bad considering Abel was there sleeping, but she couldn't control her emotions in that moment. "What happened?"

"We're not entirely sure yet. They went after Zobelle and were set up. That's all we know right now?" Opie then came walking in the clubhouse, startled but not surprised to see the three women sitting there in a panic.

"Unser said, they got them on federal weapons charges." Opie stated. "It's going to stick. There's too many witnesses." He shook his head. "I'm sorry." He didn't know what else to say and almost felt ashamed for not being locked up with the rest of his crew. Nicky completely broke down to tears, and Gemma rushed over to her. 

This was entirely new to her. While Gemma was used to the boys in and out of jail/prison, and Tara already knowing the club ways, this was completely new for Nicky. Not even a day had gone by since her and Juice decided to get married. Hell, just a few hours had passed. 

"Sweetie, don't worry yourself too much, okay." Gemma held her, attempting to comfort her. "They can handle themselves in lock up." Even though Gemma was just a worried and nearly on the verge of a mental breakdown, she had to say these things to keep Nicky under control. 

Nicky wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, and took a deep breath, attempting to calm herself down. "Do you want me to call my dad? He can help."

Gemma thought for a moment, then decided against it. "Let's wait until morning and see what's really going on. Then, we'll decide what to do from there." 

They all stayed the night there. It was easier than driving back to empty homes and turning back around in a few hours just to drive back there. At least at the clubhouse, they had to company of each other. Plus, Opie. The next morning, Tara briefly went to work, and luckily Nicky was already off because there was no way she could handle going in. 

Rosen came by at the around noon to fill the three women on what he knew. Gemma was less than happy with what she heard. Each bail was set beyond their money grasp, and there had been no court date scheduled. Not even the thought of one. 

"Gemma, they have security tapes, women and children running for their lives."

"You saw what happened to Otto. They got no protection."

"I know." Rosen sighed. 

"What about a bondsman?" Tara suggested. 

"$500,000 a head, at ten, you'd need $300k to get the six of them out."

"I can post the house."

"My dad's too."

"Okay, well that's enough to get Clay out. Maybe Jax. That's it."

"My house too."

"Alright, so maybe Juice too." Rosen continued with the bad news. 

"No." Gemma frowned. "Clay won't leave 'em behind."

"I'm sorry, Gemma." Rosen gave Gemma a message from Clay that needed to be delivered, and Nicky paid no attention to it. Once he left, they continued strategizing how  they were going to come up with the three-hundred grand.