What Will Be (Chibs and Juice)

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Every time the steel doors clanged shut, and the buzzer sounded it made Juice cringe. Even being just a visitor, he felt the panic rise that he wouldn't get to leave. Tig wasn't separated this time, and Lowell met them in the corridor that split for visitation and conferences.

On the way down the hallway, they met Opie as he left his visitation with the guys. His face was flushed a little red but he was smiling, winking at Juice slyly as he passed them. Juice knew something was going on, he hoped something good because they never got to meet in groups, not like this. Lowell quietly led them down into one of the legal briefing rooms. As often it went, you didn't say anything outside of those rooms you didn't want heard.

Another door clicked lock behind them as they entered the room. Lowell gestured for them to take a seat, as she laid her folders out in front of them.
"Morning gentlemen. The others will join us soon, but I wanted to take a moment to speak with you both while we wait. If I understand correctly you're currently the next in line considering everyone inside?"
Tig nodded. "Juicey here is just attached." He laughed getting a glare and an eye roll from Juice.

"Well as I said before they've got nothing to hold them here for. Not really. There are a few minor set backs however. With recent developments in club activities, things cannot be the same out there like usual. I know we go through this every time one of you gets out but this time I mean it. This false imprisonment was a blessing, it just kicked off so many charges. After everything they have pending on the Sons... fifteen years is a long time. Just because the current charges cannot be pressed, doesn't mean they cannot keep hold of any evidence not brought forward at this time in court. They've retained most of it, which means once fuck up and you can all go down." She took a breath to let the words sink in.

"Some of you, aren't getting any younger Mr. Trager, and the newer models... -she raised a brow in Juices direction- ... aren't exactly built like they used to be. It's not often anyone survives sentences like that. The rate of survival drops exponentially after ten years. A stint like that could wipe this Sons charter off the map. I think it's time you boys consider what you love more. Each other, or money." She was silent, the air hanging thick and heavy around them.

Her words ran through Juices head like a pinball machine. Chibs had mentioned similar thoughts, about getting out, Jax wanting to go legit, but it's not that easy. Juice needed the club, he needed family, but did the club have to be synonymous with crime? He had a family right? The club was a broken family, everyone was constantly turning on each other, innocent men had died or been hurt because of rumors, and alleged backstabbing.

O'Neal was a bad man, he'd haunted many of Juices dreams, controlled most of his life until he escaped. That was just it though, he did escape, he made it from Queens, all through the shit parts of the country to bumfucking Charming. Did he really need this kind of life, did Chibs? This kind of life made them hide who they were, how was that family?

Juice was so wrapped in his thoughts he hadn't noticed when Lowell left the room, and then re-entered with Chibs, and Jax.

"Juicey boy? Ye alrigh lad?" Finally Chibs voice broke through. He shook his head clearing his mind and looked up at Chibs. His face flushed when he realized everyone was staring at him with confused looks. He put his hands up in playful surrender.

"'M not high you guys. Just thinking." He smiled his megawatt smile at them.

Lowell took her seat back across the table from them, the other two sat in the extra chairs drug in by the guard.

Chibs hand rested on Juices thigh under the table, he could feel the boy practically vibrating. "I'm happy tae see ye Juice. I wannae hug ye." He whispered in his ear, smiling at the reddening of his ears.