Sons of Anarchy One Shots (REQUEST OPEN)

Juice(1)--In Love with the Killers Sister

^^^Anna's outfit^^^

"Seriously? You've got to be fucking kidding me!" I screamed at my car as it slowed down to a dead stop. It was a piece of shit anyway but it's all I had. I got out and opened the hood only to be greeted by a wall of smoke. "Son of a god damn mother fucking bitch!" I kicked my boot into the driver's side tire as I continued to scream at the heap of metal. "Fuck it!" I threw my hands up in the air and went to the passenger side opening the front door. I grabbed my black jacket and black back pack purse. I tied my shoulder length red hair into a messy bun and started my walk through Charming. I remembered someone talking about a garage while I was at that diner earlier.

It took me about 40 minutes of walking before I saw a sign for a garage. "Teller-Morrow Automotive. Family owned probably." I thought out loud to myself as I walked into the lot. I saw some bike's to my left and other cars to my right. I continued walking towards wait I assumed was the office to the garage. I made my way to the door but didn't see anyone in there. Just then I heard someone pull into the lot. I walked back away from the office and saw a man getting off of a motorcycle. He had on a black leather cut, though I couldn't make out what it said. He had on blue jeans, boots, a black t-shirt, and a chain I assumed was attached to a wallet. He had a short mohawk and what looked like tribal tattoos on both sides of his head. He gave off a Spanish/Porta Rican vibe, and damn did he look fucking hot. I guess I was caught staring because he started walking towards me. "Hey. You need something beautiful?" I smiled at his endearment. Clearly not shy and used to women with my looks. "Yeah. I was actually hoping to find someone that could tow my car. Piece of shit finally broke down on me." He smiled and let out a soft chuckled which made my lips turn up into a smile. "Sure. I actually work for the garage. Weird that no one is here. Just let me get the keys to the truck and we'll go get it." I nodded an okay and watched him walk into the office. That gave me the opportunity to look at his cut. 'Sons of Anarchy MC California' "You've gotta be shitting me." I thought to myself as my smile faded into a scowl. I was pulled from my thoughts as the man walked back out. He had taken his cut off and changed into a blue shirt with the garages name on it. It also had a name tag attached. Juice. "Odd name." I thought to myself again. He walked up to my and gave me a cheeky smile. "Alright. Good to go. By the way I'm Juice." He stuck his hand out and I shook it in response. "Annabella. But everyone calls me Anna." With that we made our way to the tow truck and got my car.

About an hour later Juice and I pulled into the lot again. That's when I saw him. "Son of bitch!" I must have said it out loud because Juice and the group of men in front of us turned around to face me. "You okay darlin?" A blonde haired, blue eyed man asked. That's when he walked through the group to face me. My brother. Someone I haven't seen since I was 15. "Annabella? What the hell are you doing here?" His deep raspy voice echoed through the lot. If no one was paying attention before they were now. "Hey bro. Long time no see. I'm doing fabulous by the way thanks for asking." I crossed my arms over my chest as a scowl rested on my face again. "It's Anna by the way. Haven't gone by Annabella since you left. You know when I was 15. Thanks for leaving us high and dry by the way." He pinched the bridge of his nose as he slowly shook his head and growled. That's when Juice spoke up, "Wait. Bro? Happy is your brother?!" He had a look of shock on his face as did the others. "Technically I'm her half-brother." I scoffed at his words. "And  you're technically still a self-centered, egotistical, psychotic, demeaning jackass. Good to see you haven't changed." I heard people gasp at my words. Clearly no one has talked to him the way I was. I knew he was crazy but I was twice as bad. "What are you doing here Annabella? You're supposed to be in Tacoma." I could feel the anger bubbling beneath the surface. "Anna. And last I checked you lost the right to know what the fuck I was doing anywhere the day you walked out on me and dad." I took my red sunglasses and put them on top of my head so my greenish-blue eye's were noticeable. "Maybe we should take this inside. Less eyes." The blonde haired man spoke up. "No thanks. I'm just here to get my car fixed. After that I'm gone. And believe me you sure as hell don't want us to be in a room together. You think this bastard is crazy I'm ten times as bad. And I swear to good Hap if you try any of your shit I will not hesitate to gut your ass and shove it down your throat. I don't give a shit who you are." With that I turned to Juice who helped me with the car. It was going to take two weeks. So I called a cab and went to the only motel in this town.