The Places You Have Come to Fear the Most - An SOA Fan Fiction

Chapter 11

Juice wasn't going to just leave Amelia alone until he was sure Keith was actually physically in Denver but Tig made him meet him back at the clubhouse. Just because Amelia promised, and Tig wasn't even sure he believed her completely, didn't mean he wasn't going to lay down some rules with Juice as well. He knew how it worked; if they wanted to, they'd find a way, unless Tig really put some serious restrictions on it.

"Tig here?" Juice had been told to meet him there but, not shockingly, Tig wasn't even there yet.

Bobby and Chibs gave him a despondent look, the latter pushing his stool away from the bar and making his way over to him. Gripping Juice's shoulder Chibs shook his head, disappointed and the look bothered Juice more than he would have liked. "You fuck her?"

"What?" Pulling a face Juice took a few backward steps and put some space between him and Chibs. "Who?" It was obvious Chibs meant Amelia but Juice didn't want to give them anything. "You know what, I'm not doing this."

"You know who." Chibs spoke low, almost warning Juice.

"The little psycho." Bobby added, his voice gravely and monotone. Juice felt the slight on Amelia's behalf and scowled at him. "Oh come on, she's crazy."

"You know what they say about the crazy ones," Half-Sack piped in. "Crazy in the head, crazy in the bed." His smile was wide, his chest puffed out as he waited proudly for them to start to laugh. It wasn't funny though, not with the history Chibs knew. "What?" He shrugged, two of the other three staring at him coldly.

Bobby chuckled, not exactly as informed as Chibs was about Amelia's past. "Don't give him any ideas. If you haven't already, Juice, don't. My mama always said, 'Don't stick your dick in crazy'. I should have listened, you can learn from my mistakes."

"Don't talk about her like that." Juice snapped, Chibs nodded and gave Sack a hard slap to the back on the head. He and Bobby made eye contact, saying so much in the silence.

Sensing some underlying issue and always being one to keep the peace Bobby groaned, "Let's take a walk, prospect." Sack pouted, rubbing the sore spot and they slowly left the clubhouse. If anyone could talk sense into Juice, it was Chibs.

"Your brother Tig isn't going to like this."

"Nothing happened."

"He said he had to pick her up from your place." Suspicion was all over Chibs' face but he wasn't angry, he just wanted to keep anything from blowing up. "He wasn't very happy."

"Nothing. Happened." More firm this time but the words received the same reaction as before.

"You should keep it like that." The dynamic was strange, the usually fatherly feel from Chibs was still present but it was almost antagonistic in a way. "I mean it, she gets emotional."

"I'm not doing this with you." He said defensively. "Tig wants to give me the speech, treat us like goddamn teenagers and see if he can scare me, he can try."

"I know you like her," Chibs gave Juice a solid but light and affection slap to the face. "You don't want to tie in with that family. She's a nice girl but complicated and complications are never good." Chibs cared for both Juice and Amelia but he could see their relationship turning passionate in a flash before suddenly ending in an intense, histrionic battle. He didn't want either one of them getting hurt and that was his suspected outcome using the judgments he'd made on a much different version of the young Trager.

Juice pursed his lips. They were both repeating the same sentiment with different words and they'd keep doing so until he stopped it. "What me and Meels do is between us. I appreciate your concern, you're being a dick about it but, that's you. I'm good, Chibs. There's nothing going on, we're friends."