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Juice walked into his house with a heavy weight on his shoulders. Bobby had been arrested, and Opie had just disappeared. Large portions of his debts had been paid off with federal wire transfers. No one could get ahold of him. He knew the idea of Opie turning on the club was floating around, but it felt all kinds of wrong to him. Sighing, he looked around his small living room, noting the TV was on. He smiled when he found Angela curled up in a ball on the couch, fast asleep, in one of his hoodies. An empty glass of wine sat on the coffee table next to a plate of half-eaten left over Chinese food. She must've had a long day to think a glass of wine was needed. He let her rest, grabbing the dirty plate and wine glass and taking them to the kitchen to clean. He cleaned up quickly, heating up a carton of leftover chow mien in the microwave while he grabbed a beer and some chopsticks. He grabbed the food and beer heading to sit on the other end of the couch, the movement of it causing her to stir with a soft groan. She rubbed at her eye with a hand, blinking a bit before giving him a sleepy smile. "Hey you."

"Hey baby," he replied around a bite of his food. She moved over, kissing his cheek before leaning her head against his shoulder. Her eyelids already flagging. "Long day?"

"Mmm. Lots of work shit happening today," she murmured in response. "You?"

He debated telling her about Opie. She wasn't close with him, but she somehow had earned his kids' favor, especially his son. He'd seen Kenny hanging out with Angela a couple of times during lockdowns. She wasn't close with Donna either, but he knew they'd gotten coffee together a couple times. "You hear from Donna at all lately?" 

"Nope. Nothin' from Donna. We haven't had a lockdown or whatever in awhile, and she's been busy with the kids and Ope being home," she explained on a shrug. She tilted her head back to look up at him. "Why?"

"Told you Bobby got arrested, but Ope just...disappeared. Same night. Was weird. Feds gotta have somethin' on Bobby to hold him, and Ope's finances were paid and shit," he replied, the weight on his shoulders lifting a bit as he told her. After knowing her for so long, he trusted her with this shit. Knew she wouldn't go behind his back and tell her cousin. "Feels like there's some shady shit goin' on. Think Clay and Tig might think he's turned or somethin'."

Angela sat up a bit, angling herself to face him, brow furrowed in confusion. "Shit, but Ope would never rat. The club's his family, right?"

"I dunno. There's gotta be somethin', though," he said, picking miserably at his food. He wasn't really hungry; the whole Opie situation was unsettling his stomach. "Feds can't hold Bobby without good evidence. Records show there's some kind of witness, but they're sealed right now. Who else could it be?"

"Another person? I mean, I don't know what happened, but more than one person had to have seen it."

He hadn't told her all of the details of the murder, and she hadn't asked. It was for her own protection that he didn't elaborate on the details of their illegal shit. She only wanted to know things that directly affected him so she could help him when needed. "Nah, there was no one else."

"Shit. That doesn't look good for Ope."

"No it does not," he agreed on a sigh as he set the Chinese food back on the coffee table. "Feel like I shouldn't a said anythin' to Clay and Tig about the accounts. Think it made things worse."

There was a grimace on her face for just a moment before she sighed. "But what if they found out you knew and didn't say anythin'?"

"Probably think I was hidin' somethin'. That I was workin' with 'em."

"Damned if you do, damned if you don't," she said on a sigh, brushing the back of her fingers over his cheek. "You can't blame yourself for their actions. You were just providing info. It's up to them what they do with it."

Juice let out a long breath feeling a little better than he had before. "Yeah, guess so. Still don't like it."

"I'm sorry. The whole situation sucks," Angela said nodding in agreement, her hand settling on the crook of his neck and squeezing firmly. "You're hella tense. How 'bout you let me work out those kinks?"

The idea of her hands all over him sounded like heaven. He nodded slowly, closing his eyes as her nimble fingers already started digging into a knot at the base of his neck. She stopped what she was doing, getting to her feet and heading towards the hallway. It was then he noticed just how bare her legs were. "Baby, you wearin' clothes under that?"

She turned her head, looking at him over her shoulder and giving him a sexy wink. "Maybe."

Juice couldn't help but grin as he pushed himself off the couch and chased after her. Her laughter rang through the hall when he caught her around the waist, lifting her off her feet. He couldn't help but laugh with her, turning her around and pressing her against the hallway wall. One hand on either side of her, he trapped her against his body and the wall before going for the zipper pull of the sweatshirt. He dragged it down, opening the sides to find her in a pair of neon orange lingerie, the lace a pattern of butterflies that barely hid the private areas they covered. These were not for wearing underneath clothing like some of her others were. No, these she wore just for him. He bit his lip as he drank her in, the color made her tan skin glow as did the big smile on her face.

Fire swept through his veins, and he descended upon her, his mouth going to her throat as his hands cupped the flare of her hips. Her fingers drew down the strip of hair on his head, neck tilting to the side to give him better access as a sweet sigh left her lips. Her skin was soft and warm under his fingertips, the taste of it addicting. She lifted her leg, hooking it around his, and he leaned down, grabbing her by her thighs and hoisting her off the ground. A surprised laugh left her hold while she moved her arms around his neck to hold on. She clung to him as he carried her to their bedroom, burying her face into the crook of his shoulder. Her lips sucked and nibbled the soft skin of his neck, stoking the fire inside of him, her legs squeezing tighter around him, pressing herself against him and driving him crazy.

Once he got to the bedroom, he tossed her onto the bed, grinning as she laughed in response, her dark hair bouncing with her. He stood at the foot of the bed, quickly undressing himself, aware of the way her dark eyes were following his every movement. She sat up on her knees, undoing her bra and tossing it the side before laying back down and shimmying out of her panties. She slingshot them at him, a wicked grin on her face. He caught them easily, bringing them to his face to inhale one of his favorite scents, her.

"Fuckin' weirdo," she teased around a laugh, shaking her head at him, her nose wrinkled in the cutest way.

"Your weirdo," he replied, tossing the panties towards his jeans and climbing on top of her.

She reached down between them, taking his already hardened length in her hand and stroking him lazily. His hissed at her touch, making her grin. She leaned up, her lips just inches from his and purred, "My weirdo."

She let him go, pushing gently at his chest, a sign he'd learned meant she wanted him on his back. He went more than willingly, happy to let her take control. And take control she did. She moved her leg over her hips, sliding her warm wet slit up and down his length. "Fuck, baby," he groaned, moving his hips to seek more. 

"Esperate," she murmured, kissing along his chest. He'd learned what that meant, learned that it meant he was in for one hell of a ride. Her mouth moved over his chest pressing open mouthed kisses to his hot skin. His hands found her hips, squeezing at her ass as her teeth closed in around one of his nipples, biting just hard enough to make him moan. Her kisses moved even lower before she wrapped her lips around his hard length. It took all of his self-control not to buck his hips up into the warmth of her mouth. He closed his eyes, tilting his head back as she worked him with her tongue.  (Wait)

He grit his teeth together, fighting against the climax that was about to hit him. He didn't want to come in her mouth. He wanted her. "Angel..." he breathed, catching her attention. She looked up at him, her dark eyes filled with lust, her perfect lips still wrapped around him. "Inside...please."

Angela nodded, giving him one last suck, before she moved to straddle him again. His eyes met hers, hands finding her hips to guide her as she slowly sank down onto him, taking him into her hot core inch by inch. "Fuck," she sighed once she'd enveloped him fully.

He couldn't help but echo her happy sigh. She felt fucking amazing. He reached up a hand to tangle it into her hair, bringing her mouth to his and kissing her long and slow. She pulled away with a smirk, her thighs tightening around his hips, hands all over his body as she began to ride him, taking him in slow and deep. He guided her hips, squeezing her ass as she moved, loving the soft gasp that escaped her hold when he leaned up to capture one of her nipples in his mouth. He lifted one hand from her hips to massage the other, enjoying the softness of her skin.

She was close, he could feel it. He slid one hand down her body until it met the apex of her thighs just above where they were joined. Finding her sensitive bundle, he worked it with his fingers. "Juice!" she cried out in the most delicious way, her head falling back, her hips moving erratically as she sought out her release.

"Esperate," he said, the word feeling foreign on his tongue. He rolled them over clumsily, slipping out of her and chuckling at her breathy laugh.

He entered her again in one swift, hard stroke that replaced the laugh with a soft gasp of 'fuck me', her legs drawing up around his waist. He couldn't help but grin as he started to move faster, pounding into her as he chased his own release. One of her hands clung to his upper arm, the other moved in between them to touch herself. That only served to turn him on more. He could feel her walls flutter around him, her back arching off the bed as she came with another cry of his name. He buried his face in her neck, enjoying the way her body trembled beneath him as he stepped up his pace. She wrapped herself around him, clinging to him as he thrust into her one last time groaning as he came inside of her. 

Slowly, he lowered himself onto her, kissing over her chest that was still heaving as she tried to catch her breath. She laughed lightly, her hand smoothing over his mohawk. He smacked a kiss to her lips then flopped down on the bed beside her. "Feel better?" she asked, dropping a kiss to his forehead as she got up from the bed.

He nodded emphatically, still a little out of breath himself. Better was an understatement. He felt amazing. All the tension he'd been feeling had melted away, leaving him feeling a hell of a lot better. He heard the toilet flush, the sound of the sink running, and then she was walking back out still naked. He let his eyes wander over her body, drinking in her curves. Her dark hair was an absolute mess, red marks he'd left behind apparent on her neck and chest. Her brown eyes were glittering in the low lamplight, the sweetest smile on her face. He still couldn't believe she was his. A blush colored her cheeks as she climbed onto the bed beside him, laying on her stomach with her arms on his chest, chin on her hands so their eyes could meet. "God, you're beautiful," he murmured, brushing a stray hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear. "I love you."

She rolled her eyes, not one to take compliments easily. "Love you too," she replied, leaning up to catch his lips in a sweet kiss. He trailed his fingers down her back as she snuggled in closer to his side, wrapping herself around him. "Everythin's gonna be okay, baby."

"Hope so," he rasped, holding her closer to him. He wasn't sure if everything was going to be okay with Opie and he club, but he prayed she was right. He liked Opie, couldn't see him ratting on the club that his father was a founding member of. He just had to figure out who the other witness was to clear his name before something bad happened.

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Angela was enjoying her manicure at the local nail salon the next day, completely relaxed with a nice hot cup of coffee and a cheesy gossip magazine in front of her. She usually met up with Rosa at the salon where Vanessa worked in Oakland, but they couldn't sync up their schedules this time around, and she definitely needed a fill on her acrylic overlays. She'd chosen a dark blue metallic color she knew Juice loved. The chime over the door went off, and she turned slightly, feeling a sense of dread come over her as Gemma walked in. The feeling got worse when she took a seat at the station right next to her. "If it isn't Little Miss Undertaker," Gemma greeted, hanging up her fringed purse. "Didn't take you for the manicure type. Thought you'd just do 'em yourself."

"It's a guilty pleasure of mine," she admitted on a little shrug. Her aunt, Ma, and Happy always gave her shit for the money she put into the simple pleasure, but she enjoyed the routine of it. The moment of peace that came with either gossiping with Rosa if they were together or chatting with the manicurist. It was a small treat she thoroughly enjoyed. "Makes me feel pretty."

Gemma chuckled softly, shaking her head. "Oh yeah? Your boy like 'em?"

"Likes when I get 'em done while he's working, so he doesn't have to wait for me," she joked with a small smile. Even in New York, Juice would whine about the amount of time she spent getting her nails done. If he wanted to hang out on a day she had an appointment, he'd beg her to change it or sit outside and wait for her. Rarely, he had the patience to go inside with her. Keep her entertained while he waited. "Back in New York, I'd let him pick the color sometimes."

"You're tellin' me that boy would sit with you while you got your nails done, and you had no idea he had feelings for you?"

Angela frowned a little as she shrugged a shoulder; she'd never thought of it that way. She'd been so happy just to be with him, she didn't think too much about the situations they'd each sat through for each other. "I dunno. He didn't do it a lot. Just thought he was bored or somethin'," she explained on a shrug. "Just like I'd go to sports bars with him to watch a Knicks game or tag along to the Garden to watch from the nosebleeds. That was a lot more fun, though."

"Oblivious. The two of you," she replied, shaking her head before telling the manicurist she wanted the usual. Angela wasn't surprised to see the white French tips on her nails. It was a dainty, classic look. She had a feeling Gemma had been getting that style for years. "Kinda sweet though. Can't imagine your boyfriend loved that."

"Raj...he didn't mind it," she answered honestly. She watched manicurist swipe the dark blue laquer on her nail, remembering how much he'd begged her to get neutral colors. "He liked that Juice was around to entertain me, so he could study without me drivin' him nuts."

Gemma raised an eyebrow at that. "Interestin'," she stated, though she didn't elaborate. She was grateful for that; she didn't want to talk about Raj anymore. "Juice stop by to pick that color?"

"Nah. I just know he'll like it," she answered on a shrug. "Same color I had on when he got his patches."

"Can't believe he even noticed that."

Angela thought back to the Polaroid picture she'd give Juice that had been taken the night he'd gotten his patches. Him on his knees, face buried between her thighs, her hand on his head to encourage him, the dark blue nail polish very apparent. He'd definitely noticed it. "Sometimes he can be very observant," she commented, fighting the urge to smirk. She needed to change the subject as soon as possible, or she was going to get flushed just thinking about that moment. "How's your day going?" 

"Good. Just left the hospital, actually."

"How's Abel doin'?"

"Oh, he's good. Wendy's back, waitin' for her halfway house. Stayin' at Jax's for now," Gemma replied casually. "The doctor's still sniffin' around too. Can't really figure out what she wants."

She fought the urge to roll her eyes at the way Gemma was fishing for information. She'd talked to Tara a bit about where she was with Jax. Knew she'd rekindled whatever romance she'd had with Jax in high school. Knew she was anxious as hell about it and all that came with it. "No idea. Haven't talked to Tara in awhile," she lied, focusing on her nails lest Gemma be able to see the lie on her face.

"Thought you two were close."

"Wouldn't say that," Angela corrected for what felt like the millionth time. "We chat at the hospital every now and then, but it's all superficial shit."

Gemma frowned down at her own nails. "I don't like it."

"Don't think you have to," Angela stated, regretting it when Gemma lifted her head to glare at her. "Or you do. I don't know. I have my own Mommy issues to deal with. 'm not touching Jax's."

A smile just barely turned up the corners of Gemma's lips before she hid it by pursing them together. "Wise of you," she acknowledged.  "Y'know, Abel's gettin' home tomorrow."

Angela grinned; she hadn't heard that yet. She was thrilled the little boy was finally getting out of the hospital and going home. "Really? That's great!"

She nodded in agreement. "Doin' a little family homecoming party with the club. Told Juice to tell ya. If you're around, you can come early. Help set up or somethin'."

"Shit, I'm working 'til five," she stated, thankful to have an excuse to not go early to help. At Gemma's disappointed look, she quickly offered, "But I can bake somethin' sweet to bring."

Gemma narrowed her eyes but shrugged.  "Guess that'd be helpful," she stated on a sigh. "Be there 'round six with the rest of 'em."

"Sounds good." Angela nodded, mentally planning on making some sugar cookies and trying to decorate them to theme. The manicurist finished her nails, and Angela paid her, tipping heavily before slowly getting to her feet. "I gotta head back to work. Let me know if you need anything for the party. I can always pick stuff up and deliver it while around town."

"Appreciate it," Gemma stated, looking more approving than she had before. "Have a good day, undertaker."

Angela hated the condescending tone her voice took when she called her 'undertaker', but she mustered up a smile. "You too, Gem. See you around."

Gemma turned back to her manicurist, striking up a conversation. For once, Angela didn't feel defeated by her conversation with Gemma. In fact, she kind of thought it went somewhat well. She had a feeling Gemma would never truly trust her, nor would she ever trust Gemma. Still, she was glad they were getting to a point where they could at least be somewhat friendly. At least she didn't feel like she was getting constantly scrutinized for every move she made. It was definitely a step in the right direction.

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A bit of a filler, but I kinda like showing the little day to day details...
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