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First Old Lady Series V - A Sons of Anarchy Fan Fiction (Juice I)

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Juice POV

About a minute after I was done and walking down the hall, I heard every officer in the building yell an obscenity of one kind or another. I'd need to confirm it later, but the sound went a long way toward relieving the anxiety I'd had since the call last night. If the bitching meant what I thought it did, I'd completely toasted the whole system. It may have been a bit of an overkill, but the last thing I needed, considering how much heat the club has been getting from ATF, was another set of eyes on me or the club.

I walked out to the front, mostly unnoticed it would seem, to find Chibs and Happy waiting at their bikes. Chibs had his brows raised.

"Ya' solve yer problem, Juicy boy?" He asked and I nodded as I got onto my own bike. I'd explained the issue before we came in.

"Think so," I said and nodded to the building. "I'll confirm in a few hours."

"And the lass didna give ya trouble?" He asked and I shook my head.

"You saw her?" I asked and he nodded. "She came back to the server room. I'll need to follow up with her." I muttered, thinking. I didn't like what I probably was going to have to do, but the club came first. It didn't matter if she was the hottest piece I've ever seen in cargo pants.

"Alrigh'." Chibs said and we fired up our bikes to head back to the clubhouse. I saw her company logo and knew her last name, so it shouldn't take much to track her down for a talk later tonight. I'd do that and then talk to Jax about what I should do. He was good for working through things.


Several hours later, I knew her name was Sarah Jones and that she was an outside tech specialist for Wildfire, LLC. She wasn't on much social media. There was no Facebook or Instagram. She had a Twitter account, but she followed things like NASA and ZME Science. She didn't have a single human friend or connection on the site and she didn't tweet much of anything. In fact, it seemed the tweets she put out there were all fairly sanitary computer things. She had a few followers, but they seemed to all be connected to her present job. The woman was not social.

I was able to track down her address and entered it into my phone. Given what I knew so far, it seemed that this was a job I could handle alone. However, because Jax had known about the initial problem, he wanted to come with me. So, we hit our bikes about eight in the evening and made our way to a set of apartments on the far side of town.

When we got there, we made our way up to the second floor and knocked on the fourth door down. It took a minute, but then it swung open, revealing Sarah. She was in a pair of bootie shorts and a tank, her long dark hair in messy bun, and she was staring into a wallet.

"Hang on," she muttered, apparently looking for cash. When she finally looked up, she said "fuck" and threw her hands in the air. "Of course, you're here. It wasn't enough that I lost my damn job, you're going to ruin my dinner, too. Fucking wonderful." She murmured and then stepped back for us to enter.

"Easy, darlin'," Jax said and she scoffed.

"Yeah. Easy. This one pulls a gun on me today," she said as she pointed at me, "and cost me my job because I was stupid enough to warn him that he wasn't Houdini and had left a trail behind. Now, y'all are here and packing, right?" She asked and Jax looked at me with surprise.

I stepped forward with my palms raised. "We're not here to hurt you." I said, trying not to stare at her breasts, which were heaving a bit with her semi-excited state. The clothes she had on right now had just put her at the top of my fantasy list.

She was about to speak when there was a knock at the door. "That'll be the pizza." She said half under her breath and moved back to the door.  She opened it and I saw the delivery guy do the same double take that I know I'd done. It pissed me off, but I didn't say anything. Instead, I just watched her pay the teen and close the door.

"It's pepperoni and mushroom, if you're hungry." She said and I shook my head.

"No, thanks. We're here to talk." I responded and she shrugged.

"Alright, but I've had a rough day, so I'm going to eat my feelings away." She said with a twist of her lips a she set the box down and grabbed a slice. She motioned to the couch and chair near us. "Have a seat and tell me what's on your mind."

Jax and I did, but not before sharing a look. This woman was acting for all the world like she wasn't scared, but more annoyed. It wasn't a typical reaction for either of us, considering.

"What do you know?" I asked and she answered around a bite of pizza.

"Not a damn thing." I smirked and leaned forward.

"No, really. We need to know." I said and she shifted on her chair, the only sign so far that we made her nervous.

"I know you lot are dangerous. I know that you were monkeying with the Charming P.D. database and that they noticed a problem and called my employer, who sent me out to take a look. When I got into it, I saw that you were gathering intel. I did some digging and traced it back to your IP, which lead me to figuring out the Sons were involved and that I was screwed." She answered and took another bite of pizza. "Like an idiot, I called to give you a heads up. But I didn't know what else to do. I'd rather an obstruction of justice stint in jail than dead, given the option." She continued to eat, and it seemed she was done talking.

"We're not gonna kill you." Jax said in response.

"I really want to believe you." She countered and shifted on her seat again.

"Why did Unser think you'd be too scared to return to the job this morning?" I asked and she twisted her lips.

"A pissy cop and I got into it when I was there the other day. I had to call 911 on him."

"What?" I asked, and I noted with surprise that I was pissed.

"He didn't appreciate my lack of interest in him. He got a little close and I got a little mouthy." She shrugged. "I pushed his buttons enough so I could call for help and leave the job."

"You wanted to have a reason to abandon the work." I said and she smiled at me and I swear my heart skipped a beat.

"Yeah," she said softly before sighing. "Didn't work though. Boss sent me back out and I had to pretend that I fucked the system this morning when you left." She paused. "Didn't really like working there anyway, I guess."