Angela parked the funeral home's van outside of the hospital and slid out humming to herself as she pushed the cart through the front doors. She stopped at the cafeteria to grab a quick cup of coffee, part of her usual routine for mornings like this. The barista gave her a bright, friendly smile. "Got it all ready for you, Ang," she said sliding the styrofoam cup towards her.

"Thank you, Claire," she said taking it before squishing a few bills into the tip jar. She never paid for the actual coffee, the different employees refused to let her, so she settled with giving them large tips instead. Coffee cup in hand, she lazily pushed the cart down the hall towards the morgue. She set the cup down on the small table just outside of it before swiping her key card and backing into the room.

She'd only taken a few steps into the cold place when a throat cleared behind her making her jump. Cursing under her breath, she turned around to find Jax, Tig, and a grey-haired man standing around three open trays. Angela raised an eyebrow as she noticed one of the skeletons they'd pulled out had a wrench in its mouth, no doubt squeezed around a molar with the intent to pull it out. She was no idiot; she knew what they were trying to do.

" 'ey there, Undertaker," Tig greeted, nodding to her.

"Hey guys," she said smiling as she slipped on a pair of gloves. She decided to play it cool with them. Whatever they were doing, it was best for her not to know so as not to get in trouble for it later. "Everything okay in here?"

"Yeah, just checkin' out the facilities," he answered, gesturing to one skeleton and almost knocking the wrench out of its mouth. Angela cringed, that would've broken the tooth and while she didn't mind them being in there, she wasn't a big fan of them breaking shit. "Whatcha you doin' here, doll?"

She gestured to a drawer behind him. "Pick up," she explained nonchalantly. She reached over to the supply table to grab a pair of forceps and a tooth elevator before handing them to Tig. "These won't break the tooth. Teeth fall out of cranium and mandible all the time, but if you break the tooth, it's a little more suspicious."

Tig stared at the tools in his hand before exchanging a glance with the gray haired man. The man smirked. "And you are?" he questioned, his head tilted to the side as he looked her.

"Angela Ruiz, Skeeter's assistant over at Dubrowski's," she answered as she looked at the name she was given and tried to find the corresponding drawer.

"Thanks for the tip, Angela, but our guys have already been ID'd."

"Bummer," she mused, looking around Tig to the drawer behind him. "That's the body I need."

Tig nodded, stepping out of her way. She rolled it out and put her own cart next to it. Without having been asked, he expertly helped her transfer the body from the tray to the cart. "Thank you," she said, surprise evident in her voice.

"Don't mention it," Tig muttered with a wave of his hand.

"You know, Clay, Angie's the one who helped us out with the oven the other night," Jax told the older man.

Clay raised his eyebrows, an impressed look crossing his face. "Is that so?"

She shrugged a shoulder nonchalantly as she strapped the body to the gurney. "Just doing my job."

"Well, thank you," he said, clapping her on the shoulder before turning towards the other two. "Let's go, boys."

Jax ruffled her hair on the way out. "See ya, Ang," he said just as the door closed behind him. He caught up with Clay and Tig in the hallway.

"We got to worry about her?" Clay asked, nodding in the direction of the morgue.

"Nah, she's cool," Jax replied on a shrug. "She was with Sack when he took out the bodies. Hasn't said anything about them."

Clay glanced towards Tig for confirmation. Tig nodded quickly. "The Undertaker's all right. Have Juice say somethin' to her. He's all tied up in that pussy right now."

"Is that where he disappears to?" Clay asked, smirking when Jax nodded. He liked the idea of one of the guys having a stronger 'in' with an undertaker. "She ain't bad. Good for him."

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Juice walked up the steps to Angela's apartment, opening the door without bothering to knock. He could hear music blaring loudly and grinned; she was a classic rock type of girl. At the moment, she was blaring some U2 song and singing along with it. He paused a moment to enjoy the sound of her voice. Girl could hold a tune.

He wandered back towards the source of the music and leaned against the doorjamb of her room, watching as she put on mascara, her ass shaking from side to side in time with the music. He chuckled, catching her attention. A wide grin spread across her face as she looked over her shoulder at him. "Hey you," she greeted, going back to her makeup.

She looked hot in her black off the shoulder crop top with a large skull emblazoned across it in grey. Her ripped black jeans hung low on her hips, showing off the tattoo on her hip. "You look hot tonight, Angel," he said, crossing the room and setting his hands on her hips.

Turning around, she draped her arms over his shoulders, one hand gently smoothing over the back of his mohawk. "Thank you," she replied, a naughty smirk turning up the corner of her lips. "You don't look too bad yourself."

His hands slid down to grab her ass as he pressed a hot kiss to her lips. "Ready to go see the Prospect get his ass handed to him?" he asked when he pulled away.

"You know for a brother, you're not very supportive," she teased, laughing when he squeezed her ass in response.

"I'm selectively supportive," he explained on a shrug. That and he knew Sack had to lose the last round for them to make money off of him.

Angela rolled her eyes. "Uh-huh," she said, grinning as he pulled her in closer and started trailing kisses along her neck. "Keep doin' that and we won't be goin' anywhere anytime soon."

"Is that a promise?" he asked, his breath hot on her skin. He nipped the area where her shoulder met her collar bone, smiling at the little gasp that escaped her lips. He sucked a little harder on the skin of her neck, his fingers dipping below the waist of her pants while hers slid under the back of his shirt, running over his spine as she clung to him.

Then his phone rang. She cursed under her breath, laughing in disbelief. "One day, I am going to destroy your cell phone."

"You and me both, baby," he agreed on a sigh as he pulled it out. It was a quick call from Chibs asking him where he was. Rolling his eyes, he gave him an update before tugging on Angela's hand, leading her to the door, phone still pressed firmly to his ear.

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Angela couldn't help but smile as she followed him down the stairs to his bike. She loved when he called her "baby". She wondered if it was a name he used on every girl or if she was the only one who he used the endearment on. Either way, she liked it.

He hung up the phone, putting his extra helmet  on her head and doing up the strap for her. "Gotta keep you safe," he said, catching her lips in a sweet kiss before swinging his leg over his bike. She got on behind him, sliding up as close as possible and pressing her cheek to his back.

In no time, they pulled up to the place where the fight was being held. The smell of beer and sweat hung on the air of the warehouse. It was packed with people all closed in around the raised ring where they shouted and jeered at the fighters inside. The Prospect was one of said fighters. He was The Prospect was wailing on some poor guy barehanded. It was impressive to see from such a scrawny looking guy.

Juice slid a possessive arm around her waist, his warm hand settling on the bare skin of her hip. "Stay close," he murmured, his lips at her ear.

She nodded, her eyes on the fight as they walked towards the Prospect's corner. Juice let her go to greet his brothers while she hung back a bit, just taking it all in. "Undertaker," A voice said behind her making her jump.  She whirled around to find Tig standing behind her, an amused look in his light eyes. "Twice in one day, huh?"

Juice raised an eyebrow as he looked between them as of to ask what he meant, but she waved off his concern. "Don't worry about it," she stated, waving to Chibs. The Scot nodded his greeting before turning back to the ring and shouting more commands at Half-Sack.

"Okay," Juice muttered under his breath. He cleared his throat, gesturing to the big, bearded man next to them.  "This is Bobby. Bobby, this is Angela, Skeeter's assistant."

"I remember," Bobby acknowledged with a smile. He'd been there the day they burned the Mexican ladies from the warehouse. He looked between them with a pleasantly surprised grin and nodded as if he approved. "Nice to see you again, darlin'."

"You too," she replied, her eyes going back the fight.

Juice set his hand on the small of her back, leaning in closer. "I gotta go place my bet. You good here?"

Angela smiled and nodded, appreciating the question. She could see how other girls would've been uncomfortable being left alone in this situation. "Yeah. Go. I'll cheer on Sack."

He kissed her temple before disappearing into the crowd. She stared after him for a moment in shock; that'd been a sweet move. He'd never done something like that in front of his brothers before. Shaking herself from her thoughts, she put her focus back on the ring and shouted, "Go Half-Sack! Give him hell!"

A petite girl with a badly bruised face sauntered up to her, eyes narrowed as if she were sizing her up. "He's taken, sweetheart," she announced, a possessive look in her eyes.

For a moment, Angela didn't register that the girl was talking to her or about Half-Sack. She gaped at her awkwardly. "Oh, I don't...I'm not...I'm with..." she fumbled, trying to find the right words.

"Hey Cherry," Juice greeted as he reappeared, slipping his hand around Angela's waist, the tips of his fingers dipping under the waist of her pants.

"Juice," Cherry replied on a nod. He turned back towards the fight leaving her smirking at Angela. "Sorry 'bout that. I'm Cherry."

"Angela," she replied with a relieved smile, wincing as Juice yelled right in her ear. "Nice to meet you."

Cherry nodded, a slow grin spreading across her face. "Yeah, you too. Hey, why don't we get the guys some beer? They look a little thirsty."

"Yeah, sure," she agreed before poking Juice in the side. He glanced at her briefly, eyebrows raised in question. "I'm going to get a beer. Want one?"

He dug into his pants and grabbed a twenty from his wallet, handing it to her so she could buy the beers. "Thanks, Angel," he answered, moving his arm from around her.

Angela considered giving him the money back for a brief moment before she thought better of it; if he wanted to pay, she was all for letting him. She followed Cherry through the throngs of people towards the makeshift bar. "So how long have you been hanging around the club?" Cherry asked as they got into the line.

"I'm not hanging around the club...just Juice," she corrected. "And I've only know him for a few weeks. You?"

"A few years," she replied, a hint of pride in her voice. "Spent my time in Nevada, waiting for one to pick me for an Old Lady. That's where I met Sack. That somethin' you're lookin' for? It ain't as easy as it sounds. You'll probably have to put in a hell of a lot more time."

Angela shook her head. "I'm just havin' fun right now. Not really expecting anything."

Cherry shrugged a shoulder. "Your loss. Once you hook one of these guys, you're set for life. They'll take care of you, love you...being an Old Lady is where it's at."

She glanced over at Juice, their eyes meeting over the crowd. He gave her that big goofy grin of his and a wink before his attention was back on the fight. Angela smiled to herself. She wondered if there was a future with him; if he'd ever consider her for that position in his life. "I'll keep that in mind."

"What's Gemma think of you?"

Angela raised an eyebrow. The name was familiar, Juice had said it more than once, but she had no idea who she was. "Never met her."

Cherry chuckled, shaking her head slowly. "You're in for it with that Old Lady. She's crazy," she commented, touching the tale across her nose.

"She responsible for that?" she asked, nodding to the injury.

"Nah, it was my fault really. Just stay away from her man and out of club business and you should be fine. Best thing you can do it put off meeting her as long as possible. That lady is insane."

She laughed lightly. "Good to know."

Cherry nodded, her eyes falling on Juice for a brief moment before cutting back to Angela. "He's a sweet guy. Can't imagine what he'd be like in bed..."

Angela laughed again at the not-so-subtle question. "We haven't gotten there yet. Not for lack of trying though. Seems like every time we get close to it, his damn phone goes off."

"Yeah well, the club is always going to come first," she explained, shoving a few dollars at the guy behind the bar and waiting for the beer. "You can't live with that then you should get out now while you still can."

She shrugged another shoulder. "I can deal," she said, paying for the two beers.

Cherry smiled at her. "Then you hold onto what you got, girl. If you can get the guy without doin' the time or the other guys, you're damn lucky."

"Okay..." Angela muttered, feeling slightly uncomfortable. "Thanks, I guess."

"No worries. Us girls have to stick together, watch each other's backs. As long as you stay away from Sack, I got you."

She fought against a laugh; this girl took the whole club thing a little too seriously for Angela's liking. "Fair enough," she sighed, grabbing the necks of the two beer bottles and heading back to Juice.

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Juice wondered what Cherry was talking to Angela about because the poor girl looked uncomfortable as hell. He hoped whatever it was didn't send Angela running for the hills. His worry was eased when she came closer to him, giving him that pretty smile of hers that drove him nuts. She handed him one of the beers in her hand. He took it from her, glad to have something to hold onto when all he wanted to do was put his hands all over her. "Thanks, Angel," he said, clinking his bottle against hers.

She just nodded in response, taking a long drink of the beer. He laughed at her eagerness making her smirk. "What I was thirsty?" she defended with a mischievous look in her eyes.

"Clearly," he quipped, draping an arm over her shoulders. He had to admit it felt good having her under his arm, showing her off around his brothers. The thought of keeping her under his arm for more than just a few weeks crossed his mind. She wouldn't be so bad to keep around. She had a calm strength about her and a nerd streak a mile wide that he liked. He decided to play it out until he got sick of her, or she got fed up with him as girls usually did; he wasn't the easiest guy to be with. Then again, neither were most of his brothers, yet a few of them managed to keep a steady girl without too much trouble. He wondered if Angela was up for that challenge. Hell, he wondered if he was up for the challenge of keeping to just one woman.

"What's going on between those two tats, Juice?" Angela asked, an eyebrow raised curiously as she looked up at him instead of watching the fight.

He smirked, shrugging a shoulder before throwing her own words back in her face. "Don't worry about it."