Warning! SMUT below! 💋 Spicier smut than I've ever written before! (Blame the many smutty books I've been devouring in my spare time.) 

PLEASE let me know if you like it! Because I'm not sure if I like it! 

If you do, I'll keep pushing myself to write more of it... ;) 

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Miles walked into the kitchen of Hap's Ma and Aunt's house early the next morning, following the smell of bacon. He'd been watching the guns and the truck at the old ladies' house since the big wedding, and he'd gotten used to having a good breakfast every morning. He'd been sent home the night before as Happy had said it was family night and kicked his ass out. He wasn't "family" and everyone living there had no problem making him feel that way. The old ladies avoided him, though they always left food out for him. He was given strict instructions by Hap and Koz not to bother them and to spend most of his day outside on the porch as a lookout. He hated it. It was prospect work, and he'd been a fully patched member for months now.

He stopped short at the entrance of the small kitchen when he saw who was at the stove. It wasn't one of the old ladies, it was Angela. Angela wearing very tight running shorts that hit her midthigh and a loose muscle shirt over a sports bra, which meant he could clearly see the side of her breasts outlined by the bra and the tail of what he presumed was a fish tattooed on her hip. Her hair was braided down the center of her head, wisps of it falling out here and there. She had her headphones in and was humming along to whatever she was listening to, shaking her ass just a little. God, she was hot. He'd thought so since the first moment he'd laid eyes on her. All those curves and that wicked smile she had. She had to be wild as fuck in bed. He had no idea what she was doing with Juice of all people.

Her whole body tensed for a moment, and he got the feeling she knew he was watching her. "Stop creeping, Miles," she ground out, not even deigning to look at him.

"Just lookin' for somethin' to eat," he ventured, moving closer to her and leaning against the counter behind her. The view of her ass was supreme, and he looked his fill. "Think I found the best thing in this kitchen, though."

"Gross," she muttered under her breath. "There's a coffee shop like ten minutes away. Great muffins."

Miles had been trying for the past fourteen months while the guys were inside to get in her pants, and she'd shut him down every time. He saw her rejections as a challenge; eventually, she'd cave. Women usually did. He just had to figure out how to get Juice out of the way first. It was going to be difficult, but he had an idea of how to do it.

He'd been approached by some feds the day after the big wedding. They had some dirt on him that had gotten overlooked in his background check since Juice had been distracted looking for Abel and Angela and didn't look as deeply into his shit. The weird ATF agent had threatened him about telling the Sons about the charges that had been buried deep in his file. Charges that would get him kicked out of the Sons, possibly even killed. They hadn't asked him for anything yet, but in the process of being interrogated, he'd seen a folder with Juice's name on the agent's desk. He may be in deep shit, but it seemed like Juice was going to be too. He'd wait and see. Maybe he'd find a way to pin it all on him and get him out of the picture once and for all. "Don't want those muffins, rather have..."

"I'd be very careful with how you finish that sentence," a voice drawled from behind him. He looked over his shoulder to see Kozik standing there, arms crossed over his chest, oozing protective energy. His blue eyes narrowed at him. "That's an Old Lady right there. She deserves respect."

Miles didn't miss the way Angela's nose wrinkled at the title, which he took to mean she didn't want to be an 'old lady', maybe there was hope for him yet. Maybe she wasn't as in love with Juice as she'd have people believe since she clearly didn't want to be his old lady. "Just gonna say I'd rather have what she's cookin'."

"Uh-huh," Kozik said, doubt in his tone. He moved to stand in front of Angela, effectively blocking his view. "I suggest you go get your own breakfast, brother, 'fore I get her Old Man and tell him you've been tryin' to slide in on his wife."

Had he been that obvious? How much had Kozik heard? "I wasn't..."

"Get out, Miles," he interjected, gesturing over his shoulder with his thumb. " 'fore I take you out."

"Whatever." Miles turned and headed out with his head bowed; he didn't want to be in that house anyway. Not with Angela and Juice there. He'd get to her eventually. He'd find a way.

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Angela's skin was still crawling long after Miles left the house. She didn't know what his problem was, or why he wouldn't leave her the hell alone, but she didn't want him anywhere near her. Kozik's concerned gaze was burning into her back, but she didn't turn, just focused on finishing making the pancakes for the rest of the house as if nothing had happened.

"You all right?" he asked finally.

She nodded, focusing on the pancakes. "Fine. 's nothin' new."

Kozik had almost come to blows with Miles a few times while the boys had been in prison, so much so that Miles has learned not to bother her when he was around. Still, Kozik couldn't always be around. Angela had done her best to avoid the asshole at all costs. "Surprised he's still comin' after you with Juice outside. Ain't got the prison clause to hide behind anymore."

She wrinkled her nose; she hated that damn prison clause. Hated that it was even a thing. What woman would cheat on their man while he was in prison? It went against all of her beliefs. Made her feel dirty just thinking about it. "He's a moron. Surprised you even patched him in."

"We were thin. Needed more bodies here in Charming. He's been a good brother otherwise," Kozik stated with a little shrug.

Angela scoffed at that; he wasn't a good brother. Not to Juice at least. "Whatever."

"Does Juice know?"

The question hung heavily between them for a moment. She paused what she was doing, hanging her head a little bit. No, he didn't know. She knew she should've told him, but she hadn't had a chance to. She hadn't wanted to when he was in prison since there was nothing he could do about it.  Once he was out, she was so happy to have him home and get married that she didn't even think about Miles. It was a non-issue. Miles was all talk. Why would she start shit between him and Juice? "When was I supposed to tell him?"

"Tell me what?" Juice asked as he walked in. He nodded his greeting to Koz before leaning in to give her a sweet good morning kiss that gave her heart a little thrill.

She grimaced; she really didn't want to tell him. "It's nothing. Just Koz bein' overprotective."

Juice moved to lean against the counter beside her so he was facing both her and Koz. He looked between them, a look of concern on his face. "About what?"

"Don't worry about it," she stated, focusing on the skillet. She couldn't look at him. If she did, he'd know she was hiding something. She didn't know why she was hesitant to tell him. A part of her was worried about how Juice would react. She'd seen him go after Esai after he hurt her, and she knew him going after one of his own brothers wouldn't reflect well on him.

He used a closed hand to lift her chin so their eyes could meet. His beautiful chestnut eyes stared deeply into hers, his brows knitting together for a moment. "What's going on, Angel?"

"It's really nothing," she insisted, forcing a smile. "Koz is being dramatic."

Koz scoffed, rolling his eyes. "Miles has been eyein' her up since you guys went inside."

The anger that flared in Juice's eyes made her nervous. He wasn't usually so quick to anger. She wondered if this was one of the little ways prison had changed him. "What?" he ground out, shoulders tensed as he straightened up. "Are you serious?"

"He hasn't really done anything, though. I promise," she said quickly, hoping to quell his anger a bit. "He was just really aware of the prison clause and may have brought it up a time or two."

Juice looked at Kozik for confirmation. Kozik shrugged a shoulder. "Don't think she'd let him lay hands on her even if he tried."

"And you didn't think to tell me?" Juice asked his brother.

" 'ey, club rules state that its allowed. I told him to cut it out, but I can't be there all the time."

Angela set a hand on Juice's chest, rubbing it gently. "Nothing happened, goofy. Nothin' was ever gonna happen. I love you. 'Til death, remember?"

Juice nodded, though she had a feeling this was long from over. "Love you too."

He looked her over for a moment before raising an eyebrow. She knew what he was thinking; her outfit didn't leave a lot to the imagination. She'd gone for a work out and hadn't bothered changing. She was in her childhood home, surrounded by family, why should she have to change? She didn't know Miles was going to be there! "What? Ro and I went to hot yoga this morning 'cause she's dating the instructor. Came back and was going to surprise everyone with breakfast. Had this cinnamon roll pancake recipe I wanted to try."

"Your Ma and Aunt are both at work, y'know," Kozik pointed out with a smirk. "Your Ma drops her off on her way to the hospital."

Angela didn't know that. Her Aunt had been working at the local Church as some kind of administrator, and she usually only visited when she knew her aunt was home. "Oh. Well, then I'm surprising you all with breakfast. So...surprise! Cinnamon roll pancakes!"

Juice chuckled, his shoulders relaxing a bit. "I'll set the table." He started pulling plates from the cabinet. "Hap still here?"

"Yeah, he's showerin'," Koz said, gesturing to the basement door. "Sent Miles to get breakfast somewhere else. I'll have him clean this shit up afterwards."

She smirked, knowing that it was the most Koz could really do to 'punish' the newest SAMCRO member. "Awesome. Make sure he does it 'fore my Ma and Aunt get back, please. They'll do it for him otherwise."

"That ain't happenin'," he promised with a smirk of his own. He leaned in to kiss her temple as he squeezed her shoulder. "No one treats my kid like that and gets away with it."

Angela laughed, shaking her head at him as she put another pancake on the pan. Happy came up a few minutes later, stopping to kiss her cheek before he grabbed the napkins for the table where Koz and Juice were already sitting.

She served them the pancakes, taking her seat next to Juice as she watched them all dig in. In front of her was a perfectly prepared cup of coffee; Juice's handiwork. She leaned over to kiss her husband's cheek. "Thanks, goofy."

He just winked at her in response, his hand falling on her thigh and giving it a squeeze. The boys practically inhaled the pancakes, all three of them fighting over the last one. She soaked in the moment, enjoying being in one of her favorite places with most of her favorite people. That was until Juice's phone went off, disturbing the peaceful moment.

Juice answered it with a sigh, the rest of the table falling silent as he did so. It was a quick conversation, and he snapped his phone shut when it was over. "We gotta head back to Charming. Clay needs me helpin' at the warehouse. Said you guys should stay here."

Kozik and Happy both looked a little relieved at not having been asked to help with whatever it was they were doing at the warehouse. Happy nodded towards her, his dark eyes looking over her outfit. "Gotta put more clothes on then that to ride home."

Angela rolled her eyes as she pushed away from the table. "Obviously. I'm gonna shower real quick, and we can head out. Drop me off at home?"

"Yeah, baby," Juice replied, tilting his head back to seek out a kiss. She laid one on him, taking pleasure in the sounds of disgust and jeers coming from Koz and Happy as she deepened the kiss. She could taste the hint of cinnamon and the sharp tang of the orange juice he'd been drinking on his tongue and found combination strangely addicting. She wanted so much more from him. Pulling away, a little oxygen starved, her heart warmed at the dazed look in her husband's eyes. "Love you, Angel."

"Gross!" Kozik shouted at the same time Happy exclaimed, "Stop!"

She didn't pay them any mind as she leaned in to peck Juice one more time. "Love you."

"Go shower! You stink!" Kozik shouted, throwing a balled up napkin at her.

Angela held up one finger in the air as she skipped towards the stairs to shower. She heard them all laughing as she headed up to her room. She took a second to listen to the mixture of Kozik's loud chortle mixed with Hap's rough chuckle and Juice trying (and failing) to defend himself against their teasing until his laughter joined in with theirs. She reveled in the warmth of it for a moment before it started to die down, and they started talking about club shit. She rolled her eyes as she went to her room, ready to shower and see what the rest of the day would bring.

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Angela practically skipped towards Clear Passages, unable to wipe the smile off of her face. Juice had called her to see if she could meet him there since apparently, he was helping Chibs "work something out," and he was bored waiting on him. Opening the door, she greeted Hannah, who was working as a receptionist there, with a smile. "Hey Han!"

Hannah nodded in return, the phone cradled between her ear and shoulder. "Hey sweetheart! Juice is in the back office waiting on Chibs. Told me to send you back."

"Thanks!" she exclaimed waving at her as she headed back. Kozik had been the one to suggest Hannah work there when he heard the Croweater had been struggling with funding the college classes he had talked her into taking and was considering stripping at a nearby club. Kozik hadn't had to do much convincing; Angela had gladly given Hannah the position, knowing she'd be a good fit there. She was smart, kind, and could keep a secret since she definitely had seen her fair share of craziness in the clubhouse and never said a word.

She walked past the different exam rooms, still a little surprised to see they were all in use. Clear Passages always seemed to be busy somehow. It was astounding how many people in Charming were open to getting colonics. Not to mention how many liked to stock up on good weed. At the end of the hallway were three small offices, one for each of the owners. Juice's was the smallest because he was rarely physically there. His door was closed, but she didn't bother knocking, just opened the door and let herself in.

Juice's brows were furrowed together as he stared at the two computer screens in front of him. His desk was in the middle of the small room, an old leather couch in the corner, and the billing file cabinets in another corner. It was pristinely clean with every paper and book neatly stacked. She closed the door behind her, and he looked up at the sound of her flicking the lock closed. "Hey baby," he greeted with an easy smile.

"Hey you," she replied, moving around the desk to stand behind him. He had an Excel document open on one with one impressive formula typed into the box and a whole lot of numbers in the columns. Anyone who called him an idiot had never seen the man work an Excel document. "What're you lookin' at?"

"Just checkin' the finances. Projectin' what we're gonna make for the rest of the year, so I can clean some cash without raising eyebrows," he explained, glancing up at her.

She kissed the side of his head. "Love your big computer brain."

Juice chuckled, shaking his head at her. She leaned against the desk next to him, watching his face as he finished the formula. "So what's this thing with Miles?" he asked, eyes still on the screen.

Her heart sunk; she really didn't want to talk about Miles. "He's a pain in the ass who can't take 'no' for an answer. And trust me, I've told him 'no' every way I can think of except chopping off his hands as a warning followed by castration."

To her surprise, Juice's eyes darkened. "Did he put hands on you?"

Angela hesitated; it was a loaded question. Miles had gotten handsy with her once or twice but nothing too serious. "Not really. Nothing bad. Just like trying to grab my hand or arm or whatever. Don't worry about it."

Juice stood up so fast, it surprised her. She could feel the anger radiating off of him in waves. The quickness to anger was something new for him; he usually needed more than a little comment for that. She knew the change was probably a survival method he'd learned in prison, and while she was okay with him protecting himself there, she didn't love the idea of him doing it on the outside. It could lead to a parole violation if he lost his cool on someone outside of the club. "Relax!" she exclaimed, moving in front of him and setting a hand on his chest.

His hands framed her face, thumbs tracing over his cheeks. "He doesn't get to touch you. At all."

The fierce protectiveness in his eyes started a fire in her veins. She bit her lip, dropping her hands to his belt and tracing a finger over the top of it. "No, but you can touch me."

His hands left her face tracing over the front of her blue blouse. She'd come straight from a meeting with a family at work, so she was dressed in full business attire right down to her black slacks and short black heels. "You wearing something pretty for me, baby?"

She shrugged a shoulder. She really wasn't wearing anything sexy. Just a normal navy blue bra. He slowly unbuttoned the front of the shirt. His rough hands ghosting over her torso as he opened it up. "Simple today."

His eyes were locked on her cleavage, entranced. "Still beautiful. Always so fuckin' beautiful."

Angela caught his lips in a hot kiss, pulling open his belt before tugging open his pants. She snaked a hand inside, taking him into her hand. He was already hard for her, and with every touch getting harder. He groaned as she touched him, his hips bucking into her grip. She pulled away from the kiss, about to get on her knees when he stopped her. Her eyes met his, brow raising. "Juice..."

His eyes were dark, almost feral. Without a word, he turned her around so her back was to him, his hard length pressed against her lower back. His mouth skimmed over her neck, biting a little harder than usual. "I want you," he growled in her ear, explanation enough for her.

He made quick work of the button of her slacks, pulling them down her legs leaving her in just a navy blue lace thong. She shook her ass at him, yelping when his hand connected with it. "Juice!" she exclaimed, surprised by the action. "What..."

"Bend over," he ordered, the raspy possessiveness in his voice sending electricity through her whole body. She complied, looking over her shoulder at him. His eyes were on her as his hands skimmed down her sides and over the flare of her hips. One finger slid underneath her panties, parting her gently to tease her. He hummed in content. "So wet for me, Angel."

"Only for you," she replied, whimpering when he took his fingers away, an ache between her thighs. His fingers hooked in the sides of her panties, giving it a sharp tug so the strap ripped, giving him access to her without taking it off all the way.

She felt his tip notch at her entrance and shivered with anticipation. His hands gripped at her hips as he entered her in one long, delicious stroke. She loved the perfect way he filled her. It was as if he was made for her. For this. She gasped softly, letting her forehead fall to the desk. "Oh fuck."

"Like that?" he grunted. He was moving slowly making her take every inch of him with every stroke. His fingers digging into her hips as he sped up.

She gripped the edges of the desk, holding on for dear life as he started to pound into her. She glanced at him over her shoulder again, a thrill going through he at the concentration on his face, brows drawn, that cute crinkle between them. His eyes met hers, and she swore she almost came right there at the hunger she saw in them. Hunger for her. His hand connected with her ass, the sharp sting making her cry out a little too loudly.

Juice slipped a hand under her throat using it to gently pull her up so her back was against his chest, changing the angle and making her eyes roll to the back of her head. "Ju..." she started to exclaim, but his hand covered her mouth, dampening the sound.

"Sssh, quiet, baby," he whispered huskily in her ear, making her blood boil as he kept thrusting into her.

Something about the way his hand stayed over her mouth, the other hand moving from her hip to slip under her blouse, palming her breast set her skin aflame. "You're mine," he growled, nipping at her ear.

"Yes," she groaned on a nod, lips moving against the hand that covered her mouth.

He paused for a moment, pushing her panties all the way down for better access to her, sliding out of her in the process. She whimpered at the empty feeling, the cool air hitting her lips as his hand left her mouth. She leaned against the desk, weak in the knees. Then he was on her again, entering her in one quick snap of her hips, his hand covering her mouth just in time to muffle the curse she let out. He slowed down his movements, his strokes agonizingly slow as his free hand continued to roam over her body. "I'm the only one allowed to touch you."

Angela nodded against his hand, arching her back to push back against him trying to urge him to go faster. She was his, body and soul. She didn't want anyone else to touch her, not like he did. His fingers swirled around her clit making her hips buck into his touch. He picked up the speed once more rutting into her at a faster pace than before, his fingers working her as he moved. The sound of skin smacking skin filled the air paired with their heavy breathing and his soft grunts. Her insides were coiled tight, contracting around him as she reached back, grabbing at his ass and using the leverage to meet his every stroke until it was all too much. She shattered, crying out his name, thankful for the hand that covered her mouth and stifled it. Shockwaves ripped through her making her legs shake. His hips lost their rhythm, staggering a bit as he came with her. She could feel him pulsing inside of her as he filled her, riding out his climax. His hand left her mouth, allowing her to fold forward onto the desk, a hot and sweaty mess. He bent over with her, rocking his hips into her a few more times, completely filling her.

She wasn't proud of the little whine that escaped her hold as he pulled out of her. She immediately missed him, though she could feel his release mixed with her own sliding down her thigh. Looking over her shoulder, she caught him admiring his work, a possessive look in his dark eyes. He moved a finger through it, gathering it on his finger tip and tucking it back inside her. She whimpered at the sensation, already so sensitive from what they'd done that his simple touch practically had her coming again. He slowly drug his finger in and out of her, swirling his release around her walls. "Juice," she panted, feeling so close. She squirmed against him, needing more. The Spanish word slipped out before she could stop it, "Mas." (More)

His rough chuckle sent a shock through her system. "Gonna come again for me, baby?" he growled, adding another finger.

"Si," she breathed, pushing back against him. "Por favor." (Yes...please)

"So needy, my beautiful wife," he rasped, moving slightly to the side. His other hand went to the apex of her thighs, fingers easily finding her sensitive clit. He swirled his fingers around it, making her writhe against him. Her walls contacted around his fingers as he continued his sweet torture. "That's it. Come for me, Angel."

She bit her lip to keep from crying out as she reached her peak and tumbled over it, legs trembling. "F-fuck," she gasped, breathlessly. She set her forehead on the desk, as shockwaves went through her and she struggled to catch her breath. "Oh, fuck ."

"Easy, baby," Juice soothed, taking his fingers away from her and reaching for a tissue. He gently cleaned her up before his fingers trailed over her ass where he'd slapped it. He'd done it playfully before, but it was usually over clothes and just a sweet little swat never in the heat of the moment like this. His brows drew together in concern. "Did I hurt you?"

"Mmm no," she replied, watching as he righted his own clothes. She stayed bent over, aware that her underwear was still around her thigh, pants around her ankles, but feeling too spent to do anything about it. She had a feeling if she stood now, her knees would buckle, and she'd trip over her own clothes.

She heard fabric tear and knew he was ripping the other side of her panties so they were all the way off. No doubt he was pocketing them for later. Then, he pulled her pants up off the ground and to her waist. Closing her eyes, she allowed him to gather her up into his arms. She leaned back against his chest, allowing him to support her. "You okay, baby?" he asked, his rough voice making her shiver.

"Mm-hmm," she murmured, smiling when he pressed a sweet kiss to her neck. She turned to face him and took his chin into her hand. "You're mine, Ortiz."

A slow smile spread across his face as he nodded, starting to do up the buttons of her blouse. "Fuck yeah, I am."

"I'm the only one allowed to touch you."

"Forever," he agreed, his cheeks going a little red at the repetition of his previous words. "Sorry, I went caveman on you. Just this thing with Miles is..."

Angela smirked, stopping his sentence with a finger pressed to his lips. "Nope. Not allowed to talk about him after you just bent me over your desk and knocked my socks off."

He looked down, pretending to check her feet. "Pretty sure you're not even wearing socks with those shoes."

"Not anymore," she said, squeezing his face between her thumb and pointer finger. He wrinkled his nose, and she leaned in to kiss the cute little wrinkle. She did a quick scan of the office and frowned. "Now, where are my panties?"

"Knocked those off too," he told her with the sexiest smile and a wink.

"Juicy boy!" Chibs voice came from the other side of the door, loud and obnoxious. The door handle jiggled as he tried to enter. When he found it was locked, he resorted to pounding his fist on the door. "Juicy! We got to go!"

Angela quickly pulled her sweat soaked hair up into a messy ponytail while Juice worked on buttoning up the rest of her shirt. "Be right there!" he called over his shoulder.

"Am I good?" she asked him, tucking her blouse back into her slacks and swiping at the eyeliner she knew had to be smudged under her eyes.

Juice looked her up and down, biting his lip as he nodded. "You're beautiful."

Angela rolled her eyes, moving to sit in the desk chair. She was pretty sure he'd say that regardless of the way she actually looked. She tried to look busy while Juice opened the door for the impatient Scot on the other side.

"Angie-girl! Didn't know you were here!" Chibs exclaimed with his usual grin. He was about to walk inside when he stopped and looked between the two of them. He slapped Juice on the back with a chuckle. "Atta boy, Juicy. Had yerself a little afternoon delight, did ye?"

Her cheeks warmed a bit while Juice played dumb. "Nah, I asked her to help me look at some numbers," he lied, shrugging it off.

That was the biggest crock of shit ever because no one was better with numbers than Juice was, and they all knew it. Chibs slapped him on the back again. "If that's what ye want to call it. Hope ye helped her with her numbers too."

Angela laughed, pushing away from the desk as she nodded. She got to her feet with some difficulty, a little sore from what they'd just done. If Chibs noticed, he didn't say anything. "He certainly did," she said, going to stand beside her husband. "How was the butt draining?"

"Oof, that was somethin' else, love," Chibs replied, rubbing at his belly while they all walked towards the front door together. Chibs held it open for her, his phone ringing in his pocket. "I just saw some stuff in there I ate when I was seven years old. Feel like a brand new man."

Angela giggled with Juice as Chibs answered the phone. Juice pulled on his gloves, nodding to her. "You're next, baby."

"Absolutely not," she replied, shaking her head. She leaned into his chest, fingertip tracing over his belt buckle as she whispered in his ear, "I already got piped once today."

His eyes widened in disbelief at her dirty talk. "Jesus Christ, Angel!" he exclaimed around a rough laugh. He grabbed her hips, pulling her into his chest and capturing her lips in a soft kiss. He turned her around so her back was against the wall as he pressed his hips into hers. She could feel his slightly hard length against her, and a thrill went through her. "Think you might get piped again later today too."

"Promise?" she asked, twirling the drawstring of his hoodie around her finger.

Juice was about to answer when the sound of a siren cut him off just as a Sheriff patrol car backed into the spot in front of them. He grabbed her wrist, pulling her behind him as he squared up, his chest puffing up slightly. Her heart was pounding in her ears so much so that she barely heard what Juice said to them in greeting. Why did they seem to be heading straight towards him? He had only been out for two days! She knew he hadn't done anything to violate his parole. What the hell was going on?

"Hands on the wall. Let's go," the deputy demanded of the two of them, shoving them towards the wall.

"Hey! You can't just do that without cause!" Angela shouted, moving towards them. Without thinking, she grabbed the deputy's arm trying to pull him off Juice.

The other deputy grabbed her fast, putting her arm behind her back and forcing her against the wall. Yeah, she should've seen that one coming. The stucco wall dug into her cheek, and she grimaced in pain. "Hey! Don't fuckin' touch her!" Juice exclaimed, fighting against the other deputy's hold.

The deputy searched him, grabbing a baggie of weed from his front pocket. Unfortunately, her dark blue thong fell out of his pocket with it. Chibs glared at them in outrage, discreetly covering her panties with his boot. "He has a card for tha!"

Juice dutifully pulled out said card, but they slapped it away. "Congratulations, the federal government doesn't give a shit," the deputy said as he pulled Juice's hands behind his back and cuffed him.

Angela struggled against the other deputy who was holding her hands behind her back. Juice looked from her to the deputy. "Is this some kind of joke?" he asked, half laughing.

"Does that feel like a joke?" he sassed back before forcing him towards the police car and shoving him inside.

"You gonna let me pat you down, miss?" the deputy asked her.

Angela sighed, hanging her head as she nodded. "I don't have anything on me."

Thankfully, the deputy was respectful as he carefully patted her down. "You know I gotta take you in for obstruction, though, right?"

" 'course you do," she muttered, grateful there was no one else on the street to watch him put her in handcuffs. He made sure they were loose on her before he helped her in the car beside Juice.

Juice's head whipped from her to the deputies who'd just gotten in the front seats. "Let her go! She didn't do anything!"

"Obstruction is a misdemeanor," the deputy said in a tired voice as he began driving to the station. "She shoulda kept her hands to herself."

Angela sighed softly, leaning back in the seat and rolling her eyes. "Sorry," she muttered, though she didn't really mean it. She glanced towards Juice who looked ready to murder both officers. "I have to say, both of us in the back of a cop car was not on my first week of marriage bingo card."

To her surprise, not only did Juice laugh, but the deputies snickered too.  She was glad it got Juice to laugh, though. He looked less murderous and a little more at ease as he sank back into the plastic seat. She leaned her head on his shoulder as best she could, letting out a soft sigh; this was going to be a fun one to explain to Hap later.

As soon as they got to station, the deputies separated them. She had no idea where they took Juice, but they shoved her into a cell to wait for a female officer to search and book her. She knew the only female police officer, now deputy, in Charming was Candy Egglee. Angela liked Candy, though. She'd helped the deputy with funeral arrangements for her mother the year before and found she was a good person, for a cop. Candy raised her eyebrows when she saw her sitting in the holding cell. "Angela, what are you doing here?"

"Obstruction," Angela answered on a sigh. "I grabbed the deputy's arm when he grabbed Juice. Wasn't really thinking when I did it. Kinda an instinct. Sorry."

Candy chuckled, looking around the empty cell. "Do you have anything on you other than what the guys grabbed from your pocket?"

"No," she answered on a sigh, realizing she'd left most of her stuff in her car. 

"Do I need to strip search you?"

She wrinkled her nose and shook her head. "Pass."

Candy smirked, her eyes zeroing in on her cheek. "They do that to your face?"

Angela's cheek was throbbing, but she hadn't really thought there was anything there. Lifting her hand, she touched it gingerly, surprised when a small amount of blood stained her fingertip. "Oh shit. How bad is it?"

"Just a little abrasion, but it looks like excessive force to me. I imagine you weren't struggling against him when he pushed your face into the wall?"

Angela's brows furrowed together as she shook her head. "No."

"I also imagine that if we held you for an obstruction charge, you'd counter sue with an excessive force claim?"

She fought against a grin and shrugged a shoulder. Approaching the barred door, she wrapped her hands around two of the white bars. "Probably. Think I might be disfigured for life when I really just grabbed the guy's arm. Gently, of course."

  Candy smirked, grabbing her ring of keys and unlocking the door. "You're free to go, Ang. Don't do it again."

Angela nodded, sighing in relief. "Thanks, Candy. I owe you one."

"Don't mention it," she answered, walking her to the front of the station. She grabbed Angela's personal effects that were in a little plastic bag on the counter and handed them to her. "Need a ride to your car?"

"Yes, please. It's still at Clear Passages." Angela scanned the small office with a frown; she didn't see Juice anywhere. "Do you know where they took Juice?"

Candy looked over to where the two deputies who'd brought them in were shooting the shit by a water cooler. "Hey boys! Where'd they take the other Ortiz?"

"LT's got him in his office," one answered on a shrug. "No idea why. Said to let her go, though."

Angela smirked; she had a feeling Roosevelt wouldn't charge her with anything serious. She'd barely touched the deputy and hadn't put up any kind of fight once she realized what she'd done. Plus her funeral home was one of Rita's best clients, and he probably didn't want to jeopardize that for something so stupid. She followed Candy out of the station and to her patrol car. "Do I still gotta sit in the back?" she asked the deputy.

Candy shrugged a shoulder. "Only if you want to."

"No, thanks," she said, getting into the passenger side with a heavy sigh. They rode in silence for a moment before she cleared her throat. "Any idea what's going on with my husband?"

"Gonna be real honest with you, even if I did know, I wouldn't be able to tell you," she replied on a grimace. "I do know he's not bein' charged with anything, so don't worry about him going back to prison." 

A weight lifted off her shoulders, and she relaxed into the seat. She'd been worried he'd somehow violated his parole. "Thank God." Still, the feeling something bad was going to happen made her stomach churn. She twisted at her rings anxiously, silently praying that everything was going to be okay.

Candy tapped her fingers on the wheel as she drove. It was a quick, awkward drive to Clear Passages. Candy parked next to the Mazda before she gave her an encouraging smile. "Don't worry, Ang. 'm sure he'll be back to you soon enough."

Angela nodded, trying to give her a smile back but failing. She really hoped Candy was right, but something told her there was something big coming. Getting in her car, she followed the patrol car right back to the station. Once there, she got out and laid back against the roof of her car, staring at the sky and trying to find constellations as she waited for Juice.

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Next chapter starts BIG BIG changes in the canon!! Let me know if you're still with me on this ride because its about to get fun! :) 

(Also for all my Swiftie readers...how good is this new album??)

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