Runaway ✔

076 • Juice

Juice felt like shit.

He'd slammed a few drinks, but it only made things worse. 

Thoughts were spinning through his head, again and again, and he wanted to bury his nails into his scalp to pull them out. 

He'd been 100% sure this would be over after tonight, that his brothers would solve the problem like they always did. 

But they'd failed. 

And he was sitting here, waiting until they returned. He couldn't do a damn thing to help them. All he was forced to do, was wait. And he hated waiting, especially when it was late, when he felt tired, when he saw how all this affected Dana without having a damn clue how to help her. 

In fact, he'd only made things worse by snapping at her. He'd even told her he no longer took his meds because he was afraid to be poisoned. Now he looked like a fucking coward.

He hated his restless mind – and the fact that he was too chicken shit to take his meds. He didn't need medication all the time, he was fine most days, apart from stressful periods. And knowing a psycho was after your girl, certainly was stressful. He'd wanted to hide it from Dana, afraid her guilty feelings would push her to leave him. But now his secret had slipped his lips and she sure as hell wanted to know why he needed pills. 

With a deep sigh he emptied another bottle of beer. He had to pull himself together. He was of no use to anyone when all he heard were the voices in his head. Their mission had failed, they hadn't lost the battle. Dana was still with him, and he would make sure it stayed that way. He just had to keep a clear head and stay careful. 

Despite that firm intention there was a heavy feeling in his chest. That wasn't his fault; the morale was a little low everywhere around him. A few girls had tried to distract him, but he'd blown them off, although he craved for a distraction. But until his brothers returned, he had to be alert anyway. 

"Where's your girl?" Gemma's voice cut off his thoughts. She stood next to him. 

"Outside. With Cherry."

"She okay?"

Juice clenched his jaws. Did anybody feel okay right now? Two of their brothers were framed for murder and would probably be sent to a jail where they couldn't offer them any protection. 

"Yeah. She'll manage," he answered, since he didn't want to give the queen the impression he was abandoning her. She didn't need to know he'd just entered the clubhouse feeling angry. Although she might have seen that already; nothing ever escaped her attention.

"And you?" Her eyes probed his face. It felt like she could see right into his head and he suppressed a deep sigh. He wasn't going to admit he had the feeling a bomb could drop down on the club house any moment.

"I'm fine. I just called the others, they cancelled the plans. They're on their way back."

Gemma held his glance a little longer. "Good," she said eventually. 

💀 

It was a childish hope that filled him when he heard the rumbling of bikes. An idiotic hope that the pres from SAMTAC had been misinformed, and that Happy and Tig hadn't been caught at all. 

But they were. One glance was enough to conclude the two were missing. His eyes shot to Dana, who was still sitting at the picnic table. The return of almost all Sons but her brother would probably make her feel even worse. Should he go to her?

He had no idea what to tell her. She was angry at him for not listening to her, for not bringing her opinion to the table. 

"Chapel," Clay grunted when walking by, by which the decision not to go to her was made for him.

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Hi all! 
I was wondering what frequency of updates you prefer. Daily? Or would that make it too hard to keep up? Three/four times a week? (Like now, more a less) Please let me now! The chapters are already written, I only have to translate them. :)