It Was Always You

Ch. 14 Long Night

Angela was driving in the funeral home van towards St. Thomas for another pick up when she spotted the Teller Morrow tow truck on the side of the road. Juice was leaning against the back of it, one foot propped up on the bumper sand cut in his tight white t-shirt with the skulls across the chest looking sexy as hell. Half-Sack was working on loading up the tow truck while Juice inspected his rings, probably making sure they were clean. She honked her horn, making both of them jump in surprise. She pulled over to a stop on the other side of the road before quickly skipping across the street to them. A huge smile spread across Juice's face, his hands reaching for her hips. "Hey baby," he greeted, pulling her into him.

"Hey you," she replied, looping her arms around his neck and leaning in to catch his lips in a sweet kiss. "How's your day goin'?"

"Better now," he replied, leaning in to kiss her again.

"Hi Angie!" Half Sack called out, grunting as he hooked up the car.

Angela knew he was purposefully trying to interrupt them, but for the first time, she didn't mind. It would be best if she didn't make out with Juice in the middle of downtown for all her past, present, and future clients to see. She turned around to watch what the prospect was doing. "Hey Sack! How you doin'?"

"Been better," he answered on a shrug. His lip was split but healed from his fight. Juice had explained the outcome of it to her the night before. Apparently, he'd ended up winning the fight he was supposed to lose which meant the club lost a ton of cash they needed. Angela hadn't asked what they'd needed it for, though she knew if she did, Juice would probably tell her.

Juice hooked a finger in one of the belt loops of her slacks, tugging on it to get her attention back. "How much cash you think you got at the funeral home?"

She turned to face him, brow furrowed in confusion. "Dunno. Skeet doesn't like to keep a lot handy 'cause of his gambling problem. Could probably go to the bank and pull some. I've got access to the account," she replied, studying his face. She could see the worry in his eyes. Something big was going to go down if the Sons didn't get that cash, and it had Juice a little nervous. "How much you need?"

"In total? Like 15K," he answered on a grimace, a number that practically stopped her heart.

She frowned; that was way too much. The funeral home made decent money, but they also had a ton of expenses. "I could probably do like half of that without anyone noticing."

A look of relief spread across his face, his eyes lighting up just a little as if he was excited he could help the club in some way. "Really, baby?"

"Yeah, you guys helped pay for the oven. 's the least we could do," she answered on a shrug.

"Thanks. You're the best, y'know that?" he asked, a look of pride crossed his face. Pride in her, pride in her work. The look alone made her heart flutter, and when his hand moved to the back of her neck, and he pulled her in for another kiss, she melted into him. An ambulance whipped by, making her hair fan around them, but she was too wrapped up in the warmth of his mouth, the taste of his tongue to really give a shit.

"Hey Juice!" Half Sack shouted, making them pull apart. Juice glowered at him over her shoulder, but the prospect was used to it so it didn't seem to faze him. No, his eyes were on the ambulance in the parking lot nearby. He gestured to the car. "Dude, handle this for me."

"Where are you going?" Juice asked, the cutest confused look on his face.

Half-Sack started to cross the street. "Get my top rocker!" he called out, heading straight from the ambulance.

Angela caught Juice's eye and fought off a laugh. There was no way he was going to steal the ambulance. He wasn't that dumb. "He's not gonna..."

"No, no, he's not," Juice replied, watching as Sack opened the driver's side of the door and got in the ambulance. He started it up and whipped out of the parking lot, speeding away with a squeal of the tires. "Yes, he is. Shit."