Harley Delaney

Juice & Opie

I pulled Juice and Opie into one of the rooms, who knows who it belonged to, I didn't care at the moment. I slammed the door behind me, and the two of them sat on the side of the bed against the wall with their arms crossed. They refused to look at each other, or me. I grabbed their faces tightly and turned them to look at me, as I knelt down next to them.

"What the literal h*ll is wrong with you a*sholes? Did you fall off your bikes and get a concussion? Or are you just that d*mn dumb?" I hissed, beyond annoyed with both them, and myself, for letting this happen.

I let them go, and they both groaned slightly with pain.

I stood up, and crossed my arms as I looked at them both with such disappointment.

"Who wants to start explaining?"

Opie shook his head. "This guy Harley? Of all people? You have no idea what you're getting yourself into. He's a broken mess. Doesn't even know what love is, he doesn't know how. It's not like he's ever even been loved." Opie spat out, trying to get under Juice's skin the best he could.

It looked like it was working. Juice said nothing, but I could tell how much those words stung. Part of me, said he had it coming, but that was the part of me that was SAMCRO, so I knew that wasn't the opinion I could trust.

The other part of me, the one that wanted a life, knew that was hitting below the belt.

Opie opened his mouth to speak again, and I told him to shut up. Which took him by surprise.

"That's too d*mn far. And you know it. Stop." I stated sternly, earning an eye roll and scoff from him. "So you're on his side?" I let out an annoyed sigh. "No! I'm not on his side, and I'm not on yours. You're both idiots!" I exclaimed.

Opie rolled his eyes again. "When you're ready to talk to me, you know where to find me." Opie stated hatefully, before shooting Juice a dirty look and walking out.

He slammed the door as hard as he could, and I turned my attention to Juice, he had tears in his eyes, but he was trying to play it off.

"He's right you know. Nobody..has ever actually loved me Harley. Not that I'm saying you do. I know, you don't. I get that. What you have-or had, with Ope..it's nice. I-I want that. But, I know I can't have that with you. Even if I want, so bad, to have that with you, I know that I won't. I didn't mean to come in between you and Opie. I knew it was wrong. But..since I met you..I've wanted to be as close to you as possible. I never expected you to..take interest in me like that.."

He trailed off, before he wiped his eyes.

"And then you did. And, I betrayed Opie. I stabbed him in the back, and he has every right to be mad at me. I said some things, to try and save my ego, that he should've hit me for. Wouldn't have blamed him if he did. So, I know..that you and him have some stuff to work out." He stood to his feet, and walked towards me.

He smiled softly, as he put his hand on my forearm, and rubbed my skin with his thumb, reminding me of when he did it the night before, I wish I could just relive that, not have to deal with the aftermath. I wonder if it was his intention to remind me of that moment.

He kissed my cheek. "I hope you find what you're looking for Harley." He smiled before leaving the room.

I sat on the edge of the bed, and began to drown in my thoughts.

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"Kill...Otto's daughter? Clay..that's some shady sh*t." Jax mumbled, as Clay paced around the room. "Otto would never have to find out. I'll take care of it Jax. Don't pretend you care." He stated before leaving.

Jax sat alone at the table, thinking of what his next move should be. And if Clay had the right idea..