The Ghost of Juice Ortiz || Shades Alvarez

I'll make your little secrete public

It had been several days since you had last seen juice. Your brain was still jumbled with information that you didn't fully understand.

On top of having to attend a funeral today it was just horrible all the way around. You had to escort your grandmother to the funeral for Pops. He had indeed been shot and killed riding his own barber shop.  As you helped your grandmother into the car the two of you drove to the church where they were holding the funeral. To be completely honest you were probably the only white people in the entire place.

But due to your grandmother living in Harlem her entire life, she knew the community and treated them like family as they did her the same.

Quickly finding a seat for the two of you you helped your grandmother sit down toward the front of the room. As service started a man that you had seen at the club from the round circular window stood up to say a few words.  He went on about how pops was the center of this community and how he was always there when others weren't for him. He was going on about how pops wanted to see Harlem become great and basically a big speech about how they needed to move forward.

But what you did not expect to see was when Luke Cage came up and took centre-stage  right in the middle of the aisle. You turned and looked at him and as you did so you seen you sitting across the aisle towards more of the middle of the room.

You swore that the two of you made eye contact but you were unable to tell due to the fact that he was wearing his shades inside the building. 

Luke went on about something completely different. About how pops considered everybody and anybody family and that whoever had done this to him he would not want Vengeance or Bloodshed, the exact opposite of what the man at the altar head spoken about. As Luke went to speak more you felt Goosebumps litter your entire body as his words seem to ring true with what little you knew about pops. 

After the show was said and done and everybody started filing out of the church and standing around talking to one another remembering the man that had been killed in the middle of his Barber Shop it was good when you were grab quickly by the arm and pulled off into one of the side rooms of the church.

You nearly stumbled but were able to catch yourself on a desk that was right in front of you.  Hearing the click of the door you turn and seen that it was Juice standing there with his shades now off as he locked the door. He turned to look at you with a stone set face as he slowly approach you. You stood up straight and place your hands on the back of the desk as you waited for him to say something, but he only continue to walk toward you.

"You haven't spoken to the police. Seems like you remember how to keep your mouth shut."

You felt a pain in your chest. Was that all he really had to say to you? After nearly a year of him pretending to be dead, making you think that he was dead, keeping your mouth shut remembering how to do so that was all he had to say to you? 

"You owe me answers." 

He chuckled. Finding that your straightforwardness and bluntness had not left you. You were still the same as he had always remembered you to be. Someone who wanted to get straight to the point of things and didn't agree to beating around the bush.  He collapsed two shades and place them in his pocket on his suit. He then trapped you between his arms as he placed his hands down on the side of the desk next to you and leaned over slightly close to your face.

  You didn't miss the notion of his eyes darting down to your lips before they darted back up to your own eyes. He then gave you a smug look and a slight snort that was almost a chuckle but didn't make it out to fully be one.

"I don't owe you shit." 

He told you. The shock you greatly. There never would have been a time that juice would have ever spoken to you this way or would have told you something in such a disrespectful manner. 

"I thought you were dead!" 

"That's the whole point of Disappearing. To make people think that you're dead. So that they don't try to come after you to actually kill you."

"How could you do this to me? Why?"

  "Easy. I stopped caring." 

His words were like ice to you. You started to question as to what had happened to him. You knew the towards the end of the days with the club that he was slowly starting to lose himself. You hardly recognized him back when that happened you realize that he was becoming more distant and more distraught every day that he was around you.

But you never would have thought that he would have turned out to be so cold and heartless now. 

"Why are you acting like this Juice?"

You asked, feeling the tears in the corners of your eyes as your emotions were turning from bad to worse.

"I'm doing what I need to do to survive, babe. It's nothing personal. It's just business."

He stated a sickening grin coming to his lips as he took his bottom lip between his teeth and looked at you.

"Business? You're living a fucking lie! You're not this "Shades" person! You're fucking Juan Carlos Ortiz! You're my Ol'man!" 

You said raising your voice slightly angry with how all of this was playing out. The first time you had seen him you hadn't expected things to go like this. When he told you that he was going to talk to you and, you didn't know that the talk was going to turn out to be something is ugly is this.

"That's not who I am here. It's just a dirty little secret." 

He spoke so plainly. You gritted your teeth unable to hold back the anger any longer. 

"And just what would happen if I made your little secret public! What then!" 

Before you knew what was happening, Juice had grabbed you by the throat and had slammed you down backwards against the desk. You gasped as you looked up into the firey eyes that you once loved. The eyes that once held a goofy type of shine to them but was now replaced with a murderous look that was intent on killing. 

"You don't even wanna think about what would happen if you did that."

  He told you, holding your neck tightly as his other hand went and ghosted up your exposed inner thigh thanks to your black dress. Your breath hitched in the back of your throat as you laid there, feeling his fingers moving up your thigh and to your center.  You gasped and didn't dare move as you felt his finger brushing against the fabric of your underwear right over your clit. You looked up at him as he gazed down at you, his pupils enlarged as he slowly moved his fingers. 

"Let's me know you're not going to tell anyone, Y/N." 

He said pushing down to where he was rolling his fingers over your covered clit. You bit your bottom lip as you squirmed Underneath Him trapped like a rat. 

"Well?" 

He asked again while still moving his fingers over you. You nodded your head which was the only thing that you could do. You were afraid that if you opened up your mouth to give him an answer all that would come out would be a moan.

  "Say it."

He ordered his finger ghosting down to the side of your underwear where he slipped his fingers under and brushed against your folds. You sucked in a sharp breath. 

"I won't tell! I won't!" 

You gasped. You seen that white tooth smile as he seemed pleased with your answer. Moving his fingers up through your folds once he then pulled away from you completely. He released you by your neck allowing you to fully breathe once again.

You  glanced up just in time to see him stick his fingers in his mouth and suck them clean from your juices before pulling out his shades from his pocket and setting them back on his face.

"Stay out of trouble, Y/N."

He said as he unlocked the door without sparing you a second glance and left the room. You sighed deeply as you place your hand on your forehead and laid your body back on the desk. 

What the fuck just happened.