It Was Always You

Ch. 27 Buddies

Angela was moving a little slower the next morning as she drove to St. Thomas for a pick up. Her body was sore and achy in the best way. She and Juice had conducted their "research" late into the night, doing positions she still couldn't figure out how they got into.  Flipping down the visor of the van, she checked on the marks she'd had to cover up on her neck. Thankfully, they were still well hidden. She buttoned an extra button on her blouse, fussing with the collar to make sure it covered the mark just in case. Her head was pounding with a hangover headache, and she was praying her ibuprofen kicked in sooner rather than later to ease the headache and the soreness. She'd just opened the door when she heard the roar of Harley engines. She couldn't help but smile at the idea of seeing Juice if only for a brief moment. She shook her head at herself; she'd just seen Juice a few hours before when she'd left for work. How ridiculous was it for her to be excited to see him again?

She got out of the van, walking around to the back to pull out the gurney as the Sons all pulled in with the big black van behind them. Sitting on the bumper of her own van, she watched them all park neatly beside each other.  Juice spotted her almost instantly, the biggest smile spreading across his face making her heart leap in her chest. He ran towards her in his usual clumsy jog, his knife and his wallet chain bouncing against his thighs. "Hey you," she greeted, grinning up at him as he approached.

"Hi baby," he said, capturing her lips in a quick kiss. He nodded towards the gurneys behind her. "Hey, you got a spare one a those? Bobby's not functioning well."

Angela laughed in disbelief at the request, nodding and pulling out the larger of the two gurneys. "Got the bariatric one. Should work just fine. Is he the reason you guys are all here?"

Juice grabbed the gurney out of the van with a grunt. He took the second one out for her too; he'd helped her transport bodies before and knew how it worked. "Nah, Gemma got in a car accident. We're checkin' in on her."

"What?" she asked, slightly in shock. Juice didn't look that concerned, which had to mean it wasn't that big a deal. "Is she okay?"

"Fine, I think," he answered on a shrug as they walked towards the entrance of the hospital together, both with their respective gurneys. "You can come with if you want. Check on her?"

Angela shook her head, glancing at the group of Sons surrounding the back of their black van. It seemed like Gemma was going to have quite the troupe of visitors, and she didn't want to overwhelm her. Plus, she really did have work to do. "I gotta pick up this body. You go. Let me know how she is."

Juice looked a little disappointed, but he nodded. "Sounds good. I'll drop this off later," he said, gesturing to the gurney. He leaned down capturing her lips in a rough kiss with a cute little growl as his hands sought her hips. The Sons started hooting in hollering in response, so he deepened the kiss, burying his hands in her hair, putting on a show, no doubt. Angela didn't mind, she leaned into it, grabbing onto the front of his cut as his tongue moved into her mouth. Someone honked the van's horn, and she pulled away, a little breathless. "Fuckers," Juice murmured, frowning slightly.

Reaching up, she wiped some lipgloss from around his mouth. "Go. Do your little biker buddy things with your little biker buddies. I'll see you later."

Juice rolled his eyes at her before pecking her lips one more time and heading over to his brothers who roared with applause. She waved at them on her way by as she walked to the back entrance since it was closer to the morgue, chuckling to herself as she went. She really did love his little biker buddies.

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Juice was surprised when he pulled up in front of his house that night to find Lino's big SUV parked in the driveway; Angela hadn't mentioned having people over. As he approached the door, he could hear some loud music mixed with some joyful shouts and laughter. He couldn't help but smile to himself; it wasn't a bad thing to come home to. Sure, he'd been hoping for a minute of relaxation and maybe a massage from Angela after beating the shit out of Georgie's men, but he kind of liked this option too. Angela's friends were always fun, and now that Lino wasn't a Mayan, it made it easier for all of them to get together.