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

I Wonder

The next morning, they all were waiting out the police station for word on Zobelle. Even though he was locked up under drug charges, this wasn't over. One way or another, he was dead. Nicky clung to Juice as he sat on a police cruiser with Chibs. She stood between his legs with their arms wrapped around each other. "You two are disgustingly sweet together." Chibs joked.

"It's because my husband is so cute." Nicky pulled her head back slightly to look at his face, then grabbed him by the jaw, squeezing his cheeks. "See?" She smiled, causing Juice to blush. 

"He's definitely going to be made someone's bitch at Stockton."

"I will kill anyone who lays a finger on him." She replied, half joking, half completely serious. "He's my bitch only."

"Thanks babe." Juice smiled, kissing her.

"Disgusting." Chibs mumbled, looking away. It was all in good fun. Honestly, Chibs loves Nicky. In all the time he has known Juice, he had never seen him so happy. Nicky unknowingly arrived in Charming when SAMCRO needed her most. She was like a beckon of hope and happiness. She brought joy to the club during dark times. Especially for Juice. 

Unser then came out of the station to fill them in on Zobelle. Chibs, Juice, and Nicky went over to the others to listen in on what was happening. "Stahl's been locked in a room with the FBI, two hours now. No idea what's going on." 

"What about Weston?"

"Still waiting to hear from the DA." Unser shrugged then went back inside. It wasn't anything to go on. Jax told Half Sack to take go back to the club house with Gemma, Tara, and Nicky and keep an eye of them. Zobelle was about to be released, and they didn't want them around incase something bad happened. Nicky reluctantly went with after making Juice promise to keep in contact with her through the day. It was the only thing that settled her mind. 

The three women journeyed to the market to grab a few items needed back at the club house. Nicky didn't really want to go. She would have rather of stayed at the clubhouse with Piney, but Gemma insisted. Pouting around the clubhouse, doing nothing, wasn't helping her. Her mind was full of worry, and a trip to the store was a good distraction. 

"Grab what you need, baby girl." Gemma told Nicky before leaving her down an aisle. Nothing came to her head as far as what she needed except for Juice. Ironically, that thought came to her head as she stood in the juice aisle. Nicky rolled her eyes and shook her head with a smirk, and went after Gemma. Once they were done, Half Sack helped take the bags into the car. Gemma took the keys and got into the drivers side. "I'm driving." She informed Tara. It didn't matter to Nicky who drove because she was in the back with Abel. All she cared about was getting back to Teller-Morrow. 

Gemma stared dead ahead about a blonde girl a little ways ahead. "Who is she, Gemma?" Tara insisted on finally knowing.

"That's Zobelle's daughter." Nicky spoke, seeing who they were looking. 

"She's the one who told me her baby was choking. Hit me over the head." Gemma stated, then started the engine. 

"Where are we going?" 

"Forward, sweetheart."

They followed Zobelle's daughter, with Half Sack tailing them. This wasn't a good idea. Nicky didn't speak a word though. It wasn't her place. Who was she to tell Gemma what to do after seeing that girl again? Nicky didn't know what it was like to go through what Gemma did. So, she kept her mouth shut, and played silently with Abel in the back seat. 

After coming to a stop down a residential street, Tara finally thought it was time to speak her mind. This was madness. Nicky and Tara both attempted to reason with her because they finally realized what Gemma came there to do. She was going to kill Zobelle's daughter. She felt it was what she owed to the club. "Gemma...this isn't...-"