Angela leaned over the pool table in the clubhouse, lining up the stick and easily sinking in her ball. Juice had invited her over to hang out while most of the guys were either out or busy working in the garage. She'd instantly been drawn to the pool table, skipping over and grabbing a stick to challenge him. He'd been excited at the idea of finally beating her in a game since she usually won all their video game competitions.

He'd been wrong though. She'd been kicking his ass since he'd let her break. "How'd you get so good at this?" he asked, taking in the great view of her cleavage as she bent over the table to line up her pool stick.

"We had one at my house growing up. It was my Dad's. Hap and I used to play all the time," she explained, frowning when the ball she was trying to get in the whole stopped just at the rim. "Fucker."

Juice chuckled. Why was he not surprised Happy had taught her to play pool? He was one of the best pool players of the Sons and, by the way Angela was kicking his ass, it was obvious he'd taught her well. It seemed everything she was remotely good at her cousin had taught her. "He teach you how to do make-up too?"

Angela smirked and rolled her eyes. "Nope. That's my own special talent."

He leaned over and lined up his shot lazily. He was letting her win now. Mostly because he loved the way her eyes lit up when she did and the way it almost always meant something good for him later. "If you're his cousin, you must know Happy's real name," Juice stated, hitting the ball.

"I do," she stated simply. Her eyes followed a Croweater who sauntered out of the clubhouse looking a little disheveled. She didn't pay them any mind though, clearly she'd already gotten her fix and was headed out to do...whatever it was the Croweaters did during the day.

"Well?" he asked, eyebrows raised in question.

She scoffed, shaking her head at him. "I'm not going to tell you. Hap would kill me."

Juice gave her a doubtful look; Happy would never kill her especially not for something as stupid as revealing his real name. "No, he wouldn't."

"Yeah, he would," she said definitively. She lined up her shot and sunk the ball easily into the hole she wanted.

"Well, has he always been Happy?"

"No," she said on a shrug. "Sometimes he's grumpy or sleepy."

It took Juice a minute to get it and then he smiled, one of his ear to ear shining grins that made her heart melt. "I see what you did there," he teased, shaking his head at her. He walked over to where she was bent over the table, smacking her ass just as she moved to shoot. "You're funny."

"Juice!" she exclaimed, whirling around, dark eyes wide.

He could see she was trying to fight a smile and knew he wasn't in trouble. "What?" he asked innocently, grinning at her. "You got a nice ass."

His not-so-innocent grin broke her resolve, a bright smile spreading across her face as she shook her head at him. "Goof," she murmured as his arms wrapped around her waist, pulling her back against his chest.

She giggled as he started trailing kisses along her neck. Turning, she reached up to drape her arms over his shoulders, one hand smoothing over the back of his mowhawk. He dipped his head to kiss her lips, pushing her backwards so her butt hit the table. In one swift motion, he grabbed her by the back of her knees, lifting her onto the edge of the pool table his lips still on hers.

A rough throat clearing had her pulling away. Juice pressed his forehead to her collarbone, breathing hard before rolling his head to the side to find Piney standing there with one eyebrow raised. Angela gently pushed Juice's head away, laughing nervously.

"Sorry," Piney grunted. "Didn't mean to uh...interrupt."

Juice sighed and shook his head, he was used to this; everything he did with Angela was seemed to get interrupted. "What do you need, Piney?"

"Wanted to talk the little lady," the old man said, nodding towards Angela.

Angela slid down to her feet and turned towards Piney. "Sure. What's up, Piney?"

"Got Kenny and Ellie today. Ken's out with the guys in the shop but El...she's bored as hell. I asked if she wanted me to call any friends and your name came up. Now, I hate to ask but..."

She smiled widely and nodded. "I'll take her out," she said, pecking Juice's cheek and heading out towards the garage.

Piney watched her leave before glancing at Juice. "Sorry 'bout that."

He shrugged a shoulder. If Piney hadn't been asking for help, Juice would've been a little more annoyed with the old man, but his heart went out to Opie's kids. It couldn't be easy for them to have their mom taken away and their dad leave them. If Angela could help make Ellie's day a little better, he was more than happy to let her go. "Happens all the time," he replied honestly. "Glad she can help out."

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Gemma heard the loud rock music blasting as she saw the little Mazda hatchback swing into the parking lot of TM. She raised an eyebrow, peeking out the blinds to see who it was. Ellie Winston hopped out of the back of the dark silver car, chattering to someone as she waited for them to get out. Gemma was slightly surprised to see the girl Juice had taken to Abel's homecoming party step out of the vehicle. True, the pretty girl had been hanging around a lot more, but she was always with Juice and just Juice. What would've possessed Piney to trust her with one of the kids? And why on earth would she offer to babysit? That was a job for a teenager, not a grown woman.

Ellie skipped into the office a small smile on her face. "Hi Gemma," she greeted with a nervous nod.

"Hey Gemma," Angela said, nodding to the other woman. "Sorry about bringing her back early. Skeet needs me back at the funeral home."

Right, she was Skeeter's assistant. Gemma remembered now. "That's all right," she replied civilly before turning to Ellie. "Your grandpa's inside, sweetheart. Why don't you go tell him you're here?"

"Bye Angie," Ellie said, hugging the young woman quickly. "Thanks for everything!"

"Anytime, El," she answered, giving her a quick squeeze before letting her go. "Just call me up."

Ellie grinned once again before going into the clubhouse leaving the two women alone. Gemma raised an eyebrow as she looked Angela over. She was dressed modestly for a sweetbutt. A simply black beater, tight jeans, flip flops; nothing that screamed easy. "What were you doing with her?"

Angela could sense she was on the brink of an interrogation and inwardly cringed, she didn't have time for this. She had to get back to work. But Gemma Teller was not a woman you just brushed off. She was the Queen and she demanded respect. Though Angela wanted to stay far away from club business, she knew whatever she had going with Juice would be made a lot easier if Gemma didn't hate her. "Piney mentioned that Ellie was bored here, so I decided to take her out for a girl's day. We just got some ice cream and a manicure. Nothing too crazy."

"And Piney just let you take her?"

"Well, I had told Donna at Abel's party that I'd watch the kids so she and Ope could have a night out. I guess Ellie didn't forget about that," she explained, shifting uncomfortably under Gemma's scrutinizing gaze.

"And Piney'll do anything to get off of babysitting duty," Gemma muttered more to herself than to Angela. "What are you expecting to get from this?"

She blinked at the woman's question, shocked by the suggestion that she'd taken out Ellie for selfish reasons. "Nothing," she answered honestly. "Just trying to do something nice."

"You think it'll get you good standing with the boys?" Gemma pushed. All of these sweetbutts were the same, push hard enough and their true colors showed. "Earn you higher up dick than Juice?"

Angela clenched her jaw as anger slowly bubbled in her veins. How could she think that was her motive? She wasn't one of the sweetbutts who hung around to see which club member she could score with. She was with Juice and only Juice, for what it was worth. Yeah, they didn't have an official title or label, but she wasn't looking to score with any other club members nor would she ever use someone's children like that!

Taking a deep breath, she tried to reign in her emotions. She doesn't know me, she thought. They'd only met once and if she blew up on her like she wanted to, Angela had a feeling things would not turn out well for her. She remembered Cherry's badly bruised face and Juice's explanation that Gemma had hit her with a skateboard. Angela knew there were a few heavy things in the office that she would not like to get hit with. The stapler Gemma had her hand on was one of them.

"No, I did it because I promised Donna I would. A woman is only as good as her word," she said, choosing her words very carefully. "I'm no Croweater, Gemma. There's only one dick I want, and I got it and it's good."

Gemma's hazel-green eyes raked over her once more, contemplating. "Whatever you say, Angie," she replied, her tone one of disbelief as she sat down at the computer.

Angela held back a slew of angry words as she nodded, taking in another deep, calming breath. "Excuse me; I have to go to work."

"So go," Gemma replied, her eyes on the computer screen instead of on the young girl in front of her.

She stalked out of the office, her whole body tensed as she went straight by the boys in the engine bay to her car. This was one of those moments where she needed something to distract her. Something to put all her anger into. What better than to go for a nice long, fast drive? Skeeter would understand.

Juice's eyes followed her as she got into the Mazda, one eyebrow raised. She had been walking so fast, she hadn't even noticed him standing there. Something had happened in the brief moment she'd been in the office with Gemma.

"What's up with her?" Tig asked, voicing Juice's thoughts.

Juice shrugged. "Dunno."

"You should go," Tig said around a bite of his sandwich.

His eyebrows shot up; it was rare Tig approved of someone skipping out on work. Especially since Juice was doing his job so he could eat lunch. "What?"

"Go after her. See what Gemma said," he said gesturing towards the gate where the Mazda had disappeared. "Then come share 'cause I bet its good."

He didn't need to be told twice. After washing off his hands, he got on his bike and headed out. He couldn't find her anywhere on the main roads, so he decided to drive back to the funeral home knowing that'd be her final destination. He parked his bike and waited there for her, leaning up against his motorcycle and taking out his phone to play a quick game of Snake. The sound of brakes screeching had him lifting his head. He saw Angela get out of the Mazda, her tires still smoking. She slammed the door, a scowl on her face as she went to go inside.

"Angel!" he called out to her.

She paused in her trek and turned, looking very surprised to see him standing there. "Hey," she said on a nod, hesitating between the door to the funeral home and where he was parked. "Juice, I have work..."

"It can wait," he said easily. At her look, he shrugged. "They're dead. Where are they gonna go?"

Sighing, she stepped over to him, leaning up against the bike next to him. She made no move to hug him or touch him, just crossed her arms over her chest, scowling down at the ground. "What?" she asked.

"What happened with Gemma?"

"Nothin'," she lied, kicking at a loose rock on the ground. She wasn't about to admit that what Gemma said had her feeling terrible about herself. To have her motives questioned for something as innocent as taking out a kid whose mom just died made her feel all kinds of dirty and had her wondering what the hell she was doing in this world she so clearly didn't belong in.

"You're really not going to tell me?"

"I really don't think it's any of your business."

Juice threw his arms out to the side in frustration. He didn't understand why she wouldn't tell him; she told him everything else. "If it involves Gemma, it's my business. Club business."

"Oh fuck that," she said on a sneer that was so like Happy's it was scary. That was the last thing she wanted to hear. Having him say it was club business was almost as if he was proving Gemma right in saying taking Ellie out was "club business" and meant to earn her some kind of gold star with the club and its men.

"What is going on with you?" he asked, his eyebrows drawn together in concern. He'd never seen Angela so upset.

Angela ran a hand through her hair, feeling just as frustrated as he looked. "What the hell am I to you, Juice?" she asked finally.

Juice stared at her with wide, shocked eyes. "Where did that come from?"

"Gemma just accused me of taking out Ellie to gain favor with the club. Asked if I thought taking them out would get me "higher up dick" than yours," she finally admitted. "Which means she's under the impression that I'm a sweetbutt which is just awesome. And if she thinks I'm a sweetbutt, I can't help but think she's not the only one. So I'm asking you...what am I to you?"

"You're definitely not a sweetbutt, Angel," he answered honestly. That thought had never even crossed his mind, nor had his brothers even tried to make a pass at her like they would the normal sweetbutts; she wasn't around enough for that opportunity. "You're better than that."

"Yeah?" she asked, glancing up at him out of the corner of her eye.

He went to lean against the car beside her as he nodded. "Yeah. Believe me, if you were, the guys would be all up on you."

Angela smiled, shaking her head at him. She knew if she wanted to, she could push for an actual label, but at the moment the assurance that she wasn't a sweetbutt to him was enough for her. Labels were messy and confining; what she had with Juice didn't need one. "Yeah right," she said on a scoff.

"It's true!" he exclaimed on an exaggerated nod. "And then you'd really have to watch out because if you did anything with Tig, you'd probably end up dead. He's got this track record with Latinas..."

She laughed, tilting her head to look up at him. "I don't want to know."

"No, you don't," he replied, shaking his head, pleased that he got her to smile. "What I want to know is what you said to Gemma about the whole dick thing."

A sexy smirk crossed her face as she stepped in front of him, taking the front of his cut into her hands as she leaned into his strong chest. "I calmly told her there was only one dick I wanted," she said, her lips moving across his ear. "And it's a good one."

He grabbed her hips in his hands, pulling her in closer. "That's my girl," he murmured, slanting his lips across hers in a hot kiss.

His hands slid down her sides and in seconds he had her hoisted up over his shoulder. "Juice!" she exclaimed, her face even with his bottom rocker. He carried her up the stairs, ready to continue what had been interrupted in the clubhouse. She hit his back playfully, squealing when his response was to slap her ass. "Stop it! I have to work!"

He threw her onto her bed, setting a hand on either side of her body and holding himself up over her. "The dead can wait. I get first dibs on an Angie massage."