Savannah Harper has lived in Charming all of her life but as the daughter of a preacher, she's led a pretty sheltered life. When Gemma Teller-Morrow hires her to help out with the SAMCRO kids and the office at TM, to say that she has a culture shoc...
Wayne stared at Trixie for a full thirty seconds before mumbling under his breath and motioning at Chibs. "Shut the damn door, would ya Chibs?" He shook a finger at an amused Trixie. "You can't be throwing around accusations like that, young lady! You're talking about the damn mayor of Charming!"
Trixie just raised a brow and shrugged. "Mayor or not, he's a rapist, Wayne. Why is he still allowed to walk the streets of Charming with the good folk?"
Wayne shook his head as Chibs sat back down. "Look, I don't know what you've heard but... "
"Savannah Harper." Wayne's brows shot up as Trixie reached into the pocket of her beaten up bomber jacket and produced a pack of cigarettes. "Look, let's cut the bullshit, Wayne. I know. The Sons know. It's just a matter of time now." She blew out smoke before pointing her cigarette at the chief of police. "Do you really want to go down with him when he goes?"
Wayne sighed and scrubbed a hand over his face. "Look, I haven't done anything to be taken down for."
Trixie looked bored as she glanced at Chibs then back to Unser. "Do you believe this shit, Chibs? Wayne, of course, you did something. You let him get away with it. Now, whether that was for political reasons or his father had your balls in a vice, you looked the other way while he raped a teenager in your town, and I'm betting Savannah wasn't the only one. So Wayne, where is the rape kit that the hospital did for Savannah? Was it even sent for analysis?"
Wayne stared her down for a minute before shaking his head. "It was never sent away. By now, the evidence is most likely gone... "
Trixie nodded. "Yeah, well, why don't you turn that over to me and we'll see what we see. I mean, it's useless, right? Not even evidence anymore."
Wayne stood up and shook a finger at Trixie. "You're killing me, little girl." He sighed. "Wait here."
Trixie grinned. "I get that a lot, ya know." She turned and winked at Chibs. "Must be my sparkling personality."
Chibs chuckled and nodded in agreement. "Aye, lass, I'm sure of it."
Later that evening, as they sat around the dinner table at Savannah's house, she grinned as she listened to Juice and Charlie talk about her geometry homework. She shook her head as in under ten minutes, Juice had explained how to do it in a way that Charlie understood. As she stood up to take her plate to the sink, Charlie grinned.
"You staying the night, Juice?"
Juice looked at Savannah and shrugged. "We hadn't really discussed that yet."
Charlie nodded. "Well, if you do, a ride to school in the morning on your bike would be awesome."
Juice grinned. "I can make that happen."
Charlie fist-pumped the air before telling them both goodnight. She'd spend the rest of the evening in her room doing her homework and binge-watching Supernatural. As Savannah stood at the sink rinsing dishes, she felt two arms wrap around her waist and a nose nuzzling against her neck.
"Who would have thought a week ago, that I would be here helping Charlie with her homework and discussing rides to school?"
Savannah frowned a little before turning in his arms to wrap her arms around his neck. "Is it too much, too soon? I mean, we can dial it back a little if you want."
Juice shook his head as he kissed her lightly before smiling at her. "No, we're perfect the way we are. There's nowhere I'd rather be right now than here with the two of you." He looked at her. "What about you? Is it too much for you? I mean, a few days ago you didn't know that I existed and now you're my old lady."
Savannah bit her lip and gave him a small smile. "I'm your old lady?"
Juice nodded before smiling at her. "Yep. Now, let's get these dishes done so I can take my old lady to bed."
Juice watched Savannah in the throes of her orgasm and thought that he'd never seen anything so beautiful. She arched her back, letting out a low moan as he thrust again, this time harder than the last and with a little less precision. He was about to go over that edge too and he'd never felt anything as powerful as this.
Savannah opened her eyes and looked up at him and he was almost thrown over by the look of pleasure in her eyes. She tightened her legs around his waist and brought her hips up to meet his last thrust, a smile taking over her face as he dropped his head to her shoulder and bit down as his own orgasm ran through him. Juice was still trying to catch his breath when there was a pounding on the bedroom door and Charlie's voice carried through on a shout.
"Come on, you two! Time to get up!"
Juice chuckled and kissed the bruise that was forming from his bite. "I think we should play that game every morning."
Savannah snickered as she ran a hand up and down his sweaty back. "What? Beat The Alarm Clock?"
Juice nodded as he stretched and then got up, holding a hand out. "Come on, we'll shower together and save time. Besides, we might be able to get round five in before work."
Savannah shook her head as she let him pull her out of bed. "We're going to have to sleep sometime."
Juice turned and winked at her as he pulled her along behind him. "We'll get in a power nap later at the clubhouse."
