What Will Be (Chibs and Juice)

4

They'd reached city limit to LA. Juice couldn't fathom what in the world they would be doing here but he pressed on, they'd been riding for a while and he was tired. When they finally turned down a side street that looked like it had potential for stopping he was glad. His ass was numb and literally vibrating after four hours without stopping.
Chibs signaled left so he followed him again turning onto a one way residential street. Juice scrunched his face in confusion as Chibs pulled into a driveway and got off his bike.

"What are we doing here? Robbing someone?" Juice tried to laugh but it came out more awkward than anything.

"Naw boyo. This here is my secret getaway. Ye can keep a secret yeah?"

Juices eyes got bigger than usual as he looked questioningly at Chibs.

"I know, unexpected eh? I got it when I came to America before I joined the Sons. Originally I intended to bring my family here, but they never wanted to come. I kept it anyway, it's my bachelor pad, escape of sorts now."

Juice scratched his head and tried to understand. "You said, we had a job. Jax knows about this place then? Why doesn't the club use it as a safe house or something?"

Chibs grabbed Juices collar and shoved him against the siding of the house. He took a deep breath looking over the boys expression. It was expectant but laced with a touch of fear.

"The club doesn't know. Yer the only one who knows. Ye can't tell em lad. Ye were right earlier, we had a free day, I lied to bring ye here. Ye seemed like ye could use a break and... -he relaxed his grip on the other man and let him slump against the house- I thought maybe spending the day together away from it all would be fun."

Juice smiled at the statement. He couldn't think of anything he'd rather do. Besides of course get his nerves to calm down and stop thinking about Chibs inappropriately.

"Fun. Yeah... I could use a break." He breathed shallowly and nodded.

"I don't think that's all ye could use." Chibs chuckled under his breath.

Juice adjusted his cut and followed the other man into the house.

It was immaculate, the complete opposite of the Chibs, Juice knew. The house was modernly and chicly decorated, and it was huge inside. Everything was tidy and nothing overwhelming. Art pieces adorned the walls, a book shelf with more books than anyone could possibly read, a few nic-naks here and there, everything matched and belonged. The walls in the main entrance were a light grey, leading into the living room where they were also grey with one royal blue accent wall. Picture windows adorned one side of the room and the hardwood floors were a deep grey-ish color as well. The room was almost clinical in how neat it was, barely anything noting anyone lived in the home.

"Ch-Chibs man, what is this?"

"Ye don't like it? I had it redecorated a few months ago. It was outdated. I was gonna put it on the market but I thought of better uses."

"I mean, I like it. It just doesn't look like something you'd do. Ya know?"

"But ye would, no? I took some notes from yer apartment, figuring ye'd mesh with the younger crowd that might want to buy this place."

"Yeah. This is like a dream for real. If I ever didnt love alone, I'd buy this house."

Chibs took in the words the boy said. He removed his cutte and hung it, gesturing he do the same.

"This is a no club territory. No cuttes, no drama, no blood nor bullets. Ye hear me lad? This is important."

He nodded, taking a breath again.