The One That Got Away (SOA Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1

Here is the beginning of my first SOA Fan Fiction.  I hope everyone enjoys it.  Feel free to let me know what you think :)

I only own Abby...everyone else is owned by the wonderful, creative mind of Kurt Sutter.

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May

He wasn’t sure how he ended up with these bullshit jobs, but he was always the one that drew the short end of the stick.  It had been a little over a year since he had been patched into the motorcycle club.  Juan Carlos Ortiz, or “Juice,” had spent the year before being a prospect which was a better way of saying lackey. Being a prospect never bothered him because he knew the payoff would be great; a member of the family.  Juice had thought that once he got his patch that being the errand boy might be a thing of the past, but not so much.  Guess he still needed to prove himself.

Bobby, as the treasurer, had put together some sort of six month financial rundown for Clay and Jax and needed copies made as soon as possible. Bobby had looked around the room ignoring the senior members and zeroed in on the newest member. Juice had tried to look busy behind his computer, but it didn’t matter.  When he heard “Juice!” being hollered from across the room, he sighed. He was being summoned.

Juice had no idea what this packet could possibly look like seeing that their money came mainly from illegal dealings, but he assumed it was padded to look legit.  He was still trying to get a handle of the way business was run.  As a prospect, he wasn’t privy to the information that members were.  Even though it had been a year, Juice still felt like he was trying to acclimate himself to all the ins and outs of being a member of the Sons of Anarchy.

There was a small copy store in the town of Charming, but he never heard of this place.  Juice knew his way around town; but had Bobby not given him specific directions to find it, he would have continued not knowing it even existed.  It was tucked away at the very end of town on the strip, but because it was so tiny it got swallowed up by the bigger stores and businesses around it.

He opened the door quickly, the bell dangling from the framer nearly missed the top of his head.  He stepped back startled, bumping into a stack of copy paper.  “Shit,” Juice grumbled, as he reached for the ones about to topple over.

“Be careful, that stack of papers will attack when provoked.”

He took his hands off the paper making sure it had stopped swaying before he turned around.  As he looked over his shoulder, Juice froze.  If it wasn’t humiliating enough that someone saw his near miss with the tower, it was even worse that the voice belonged to a girl.

He went to adjust his cutte and remembered he just had on a hoodie.  There was some bullshit going on with the law that they weren’t permitted to wear their gear.  Their war with the Mayans caused a shooting which spooked some of the locals so Unser, the sheriff, asked Clay to dial things back for a bit. He felt naked, almost exposed, without it. 

Juice took a deep breath and walked toward the counter.  As he got closer, he took a gander without trying to look like he was ogling her. She was very plain.  Her hair pulled back with a few loose curls hanging down. Her skin was free of makeup while her jeans and hoodie kept him from determining what kind of body she had.

Juice had never seen her before because he would remember those eyes if he had.  They were sparkling, almost the color of emeralds.  He didn’t think he had ever seen green eyes like that and he had seen his share of women; mainly since coming into the club. 

Juice snapped out of his daze as he heard her cough, speaking up. “Now that you’ve assaulted our copy paper, may I help you?”

He could feel his cheeks heat up a little from embarrassment as a quiet laugh followed her comment.  Taking a deep breath, he gained his composure and laid the packet of papers in front of her.  “Can I get twenty copies of this packet?” He had started to question Bobby as to why he that many copies were needed, but had stopped when he got the disapproving look to not question the request.