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[ Better Half ]

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" Doing the right thing isn't always easy, David. But it's what defines us as individuals. It's what sets us apart from the crowd. "

~ LORAINE MORROW to DAVID HALE 

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GUEST STARRING...

Lain Armitage as Young David Hale

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'LETTY'S OUTFIT' 

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THE ROAR OF JUICE'S HARLEY echoed through the streets of Charming. Letty clung to his waist, resting her chin of his shoulder, feeling completely safe and content in the moment of tranquillity as the wind flew through her hair. 

As Juice pulled onto the curb in front of the hospital, Letty dismounted the bike, removing her helmet, "Pick me up after work?" 

"I'll be there, baby," Juice smiled adoringly at the brunette. 

"Okay, bye," Letty smiled, before turning around, but Juice grabbed her hand. 

"Uh-uh," he said, shaking his head in disapproval. "Where do you think you're going? Aren't you forgetting something?" he asked teasingly, as he puckered his lips. 

Letty nervously glanced over her shoulder, before standing up on her tippy toes and placing a quick kiss on his cheek. 

Juice gasped offended, "I made you squirt last night and that's the best you can do?" 

Letty scoffed, playfully shoving him in the chest, "You know we can't risk it in public, baby. I got Gemma on my back and God knows what my dad would do to you."

"All right," Juice raised his hands in mock-surrender. "No kissing in public, got it. But when can I kiss you?" he asked, pouting out his bottom lip. 

Letty pretended to think about it, "Mm...Tonight. Your place? I have a few things I want to try on you," she said, her tone turning seductively as she leaned in closer to his lips, but pulled back just before they touched, making Juice groaned internally, readjusting himself in his pants. 

"God, you're gonna be the death of me," he muttered under his breath. 

"Hey, at least sex with me is never boring." 

"You got that right," he agreed, slapping her ass, before giving her cheeks a squeeze, while pulling her closer to him and placing a quick kiss on her lips. 

Letty gasped, whacking him on the chest, "Juice!" she scolded, but it only made him chuckle. 

"I'll catch ya later, baby," he said, flashing her a cheeky wink, before his engine roared back to life and he pulled onto the road. 

"Juan Carlos Ortiz, I'm gonna kill you!" she called out after him, his laughter filling her ears. 

"You gotta catch me first, princess!" And with that he took off down the road. 

"Awe, you guys are so cute," Tara beamed, with a teasing smirk plastered across her face as she approached Letty with two coffee cups in hand. 

Letty sent the girl a sarcastic smirk, "Shut up." 

Tara was probably the only person Letty really told about her and Juice, who had been sneaking around for the last two weeks, which was kind of exhilarating. Jax and Tara had recently reconnected as well, which Letty was all for - her brother deserved to be happy. But what she didn't like was the very descriptive detail of her brother's sex life she got from Tara. But that's what happens when you befriend and work with your brother's ex/maybe current girlfriend. 

Letty trusted Tara not to blab about her and Juice's secretly little affair. Tara was one of Letty's only girlfriends in the small town. Alongside Donna of course, and surprisingly Cherry, who Letty found herself hanging out with more and more lately - they had quite a bit in common. Cherry was also the only one willing to go out clubbing with her. Cleo used to be Letty's go-to clubbing buddy, but the two of them were very much still on the outs. 

"Morning to you too," Tara teased lightly, passing Letty one of the coffees. "One caramel latte with no sugars." 

"Oh, you know my coffee order. A girl after my own heart," Letty mocked, placing hand over her heart and forehead as she pretended to faint, while they headed into the hospital together. 

"Wow," Tara chuckled. "You're easy to please." 

"Hey, I'm having amazing sex, I'm up for that promotion in the E.R. for Head Nurse - life is sweet!" Letty grinned from ear to ear. "Don't dull my moon." 

Tara chuckled, her head snapping back in amusement, "I wouldn't dream of it, babe," she said, wrapping an arm over Letty's shoulders. "We better get to work," she said, leading Letty over to the elevator, playfully kicking her backside, which made Letty playfully shove her, both of them sharing a laugh as they stepped into the elevator. 

***

"You didn't have to humiliate the guy," Hale said to Stahl as he followed her into Unser's office. The woman immediately placed a box of files down on the desk. 

"You're the one who got this ball rolling, sparky," Stahl shot back. "You want to play in my backyard or the cow pastures?" 

"I want to stop Samcro," Hale stated with determination. 

"Good. Then let's catch up," she said, removing the lid off the cardboard box and pulling out a file and handing it to Hale, who opened it and started to read through it as he moved further into the office. "We know that the Sons are getting their guns in oil barrels from Dungloe, Ireland," she said, pulling out a few files, before placing the box under the desk. 

"That's I.R.A. Territory." 

"True I.R.A. Territory," she corrected. "These guys did not buy into the peace accord. The guns are how they keep their pro-Irish agenda on fire. Michael McKeevy," she said, opening up a file with the man's RAP sheet inside. "Big Irish player. He was found beaten to death two weeks ago. Pier 56, Oakland Shipyard." 

Hale picked up the RAP sheet, examining it as he asked, "You think this was Clay?" 

"No, I don't," she replied. "I think it was this guy," she said, showing a crime scene photo of a man's corpse. "Brenan Hefner, Oakland Port Commissioner. Very dirty. I think that a deal went south and Hefner killed McKeevy." 

Hale took the photo from the woman's hand, "Who killed Hefner?" he asked, earning a suggestive eyebrow from Stahl. "Samcro," he said in realisation. 

Stahl sighed, taking a seat at the desk, "McKeevy was a friend. Hefner was an obstacle. He was found gunned down in the projects. Oakland D.A.'s gonna keep me informed," she said, starting to lay down multiple files and RAP sheets on the table. 

"This intel, the murders we had here last week, this all points to the Sons." 

"Yes. And I've got shit to convict. It's all circumstantial evidence. That is why I am going to use RICO. We need to prove that the Sons of Anarchy is an ongoing criminal enterprise." 

"And how does Luann Delaney play into this?" 

"We have to show that there's been illegal activity over the past 10 years. So, we use Luann's incarceration as a bargaining chip with her husband Otto Delaney," Stahl said, as she placed down the RAP sheet of the incarcerated Son. "We dig up the dirt in the past. And then we go after the present." 

Hale contorted his face in confusion, "These guys will never rat." 

"You're really missing the theme here, honey. Outlaw clubs do not keep their women in the dark. They're smart. They use them. We'll use that to our advantage..." she said, placing down three more RAP sheets, which included; Tara, Donna and Cherry. "But our main target - we're going after the one who has the most to lose; job, family and freedom. The one that knows all the club's dirty little secrets. The president's daughter," she said, placing down Letty's RAP sheet in front of Hale. 

"No," Hale was immediately shaking his head. "Nah, Letty moved away three years ago to get away from the club. Since she's been back - she's been a model citizen. Got a job at the hospital- up for a promotion - Hasn't had an arrest in 5 years." 

"Well, we've had surveillance on her last two weeks. And looks like she's shacking up with a biker," she said, placing down a photo of Letty and Juice from that morning. "Like father like daughter."  

Hale looked down at the photo, sighing, before looking away, as slight disappoint crossed his face.

"What's the matter, Deputy? You got a little stiffy for Miss Morrow?" Stahl teased. 

"Letty, she--" Hale paused, sighing, as he pinched the bridge of his nose. "No, her mum just looked out for me when I was a kid. Got me out of some tough spots. Look, Letty's a good kid, she just got steered in the wrong direction by her dad and the others." 

"Two murder chargers is quite a long way to steer."  

"She's got some issues, but she got help for that - she turned her life around. You gotta honour that." 

The two were interrupted by the door opening, Stahl's partner Bill wondering in, "Where should I put these?" he asked, holding a couple boxes. 

"Put those in my office," Hale ordered, making his way out the door.

Once the door closed, Stahl picked up a photo of Letty that was taken that morning, "Now, what is it about you, princess of Samcro, that gets all the boys giddy?" she sneered, as a smirk tugged at the corners of her lips. 

Charming 

1987

The sun beamed down mercilessly on the small town of Charming, casting long shadows across the dusty streets. Loraine Morrow stood outside her modest home, her gaze scanning the neighbourhood with a watchful eye. She was a woman of strength and grace, known throughout the community for her unwavering sense of righteousness and compassion.

As Loraine watered her garden, her attention was drawn to a commotion down the street. Three young boys, barely into their teenage years, darted through the alleys with reckless abandon. Among them was David Hale, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he followed the lead of his older friends, Jax and Opie.

Unbeknownst to David, his actions were being observed by Loraine from afar. She watched with a mixture of concern and disappointment as the boys approached a construction site, their laughter echoing through the deserted streets. Jax and Opie dared David to steal a toolbox from the site, goading him on with promises of excitement and adventure.

With a mixture of hesitation and bravado, David succumbed to peer pressure, snatching the toolbox and making a dash for it. Jax and Opie cheered him on, their laughter ringing in his ears as he fled the scene.

But as David ran past Loraine's house, he caught a glimpse of her stern expression. His heart sank as he realised she had witnessed his transgression. Jax and Opie, sensing trouble, quickly abandoned their friend, disappearing into the safety of the shadows.

Alone and apprehensive, David approached Loraine, his guilt weighing heavily upon him, "I-I'm sorry, Mrs. Morrow," he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.

Loraine regarded him with a mixture of compassion and disappointment, "David," she began, her tone gentle yet firm. "Do you know why it's important to do the right thing, even when your friends might think it's uncool?"

David shook his head, his gaze fixed on the ground, "I-I guess I never really thought about it."

Loraine placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, her touch grounding him in the midst of his turmoil, "Doing the right thing isn't always easy, David," she explained, her voice carrying the weight of years of wisdom. "But it's what defines us as individuals. It's what sets us apart from the crowd."

David listened intently, the words sinking in as he pondered their significance. For the first time, he realised the importance of integrity and honour, values that had been instilled in him by his own mother but had been overshadowed by the allure of rebellion and peer pressure.

With Loraine's guidance, David made a decision that would shape the course of his life. He vowed to follow a righteous path, to uphold the principles of justice and morality, even if it meant standing alone against the tide of conformity.

Years later, David Hale would become a respected member of the Charming Police Department, a testament to the enduring influence of a mother's wisdom and the power of doing what is right, no matter the cost. And though Loraine Morrow was no longer there to witness his triumph, her spirit lived on in the heart of the young boy she had once guided towards the light.

Letty's heart raced as she glanced up from her paperwork to see the unwelcome figure standing in front of her. Agent Stahl, who had been a thorn in the side of the Sons of Anarchy for weeks. 

"What the hell are you doing here?" Letty's voice was laced with irritation.

"I just wanted to ask you some questions," Stahl replied casually, ignoring Letty's obvious annoyance.

"I'm working," Letty retorted, hoping to dismiss her quickly.

Stahl's smirk hinted at her persistence, "Oh, this won't take long. It's either here or at the station. Now, how do you think that would look for your probation? Hmm...?"

Letty clenched her jaw, knowing she was cornered, "Fine," the girl in the scrubs stood up and motioned for Stahl to follow her into the small office behind the nurse's station. As they stepped inside, Letty closed the door behind them and turned to Stahl, who has already made herself comfortable on the couch inside the room, "What do you want?" she asked, her arms folded over her chest. 

Stahl leaned back against the couch, spreading her arms over the spine, her gaze sharp, "I'm trying to wrap my brain around your long history with Samcro."

"Don't strain yourself," Letty shot back.  

Stahl smirked in amusement, "So, let's see, and correct me if I'm wrong. Your mum, who was practically a saint in this town, died during an emergency c-section. So, you never met her. You were raised by your step-mother, Gemma Teller-Morrow, and father, Clay Morrow, President of the Sons of Anarchy Redwood Original. You ran away from Charming and the club when you were eighteen and moved in with your college boyfriend, Lewis Mckenna, fairly quickly. Wait a minute..." Stahl's face contorted in fake confusion, "That name sounds familiar. But we'll get to that later," the smirk returned to her face at Letty's visible discomfort at the mention of her ex-boyfriend's name. "But from my recollection there was a lot of E.R. visits and 911 calls made during your time in L.A." 

Letty clenched her fists tightly, "He was an abusive prick, what's your point?" she snapped, her patience wearing thin.

"Just that when you suddenly moved your life back to Charming oh-so-suddenly, Lewis disappeared off the face of the Earth. Strange, isn't it?" Stahl remarked casually.

Letty shrugged, masking the turmoil bubbling beneath the surface, "Not really. Lewis had a drug problem, he owed a lot of bad people money."  

Stahl's gaze lingered on Letty, "Wow, maybe opposites really do attract. Because despite it all, you graduated UCLA with honours. You were top of your class - head nurse at Sunrise Bay Hospital. Seems like you really turned your life around since your two murder charges." 

"Your point?" 

"Just that it's very impressive." 

Letty furrowed her eyebrows suspiciously. 

"Really, it is." 

"Yeah. I know. I was there," Letty sassed. 

A smirk tugged at the corner of Stahl's lips, "Yes. And now you're here at St. Redneck's, getting dirty with the bad boys again. How does that happen? Hmm...?" 

"My personal life is really none of your business. What do you want?" 

"Fair enough. Do you know of any illegal activity that the Sons of Anarchy are involved in?" 

Letty snapped her head back, laughing hysterically, "You're really barking up the wrong tree, sweetheart. SOA are mechanics and Harley lovers. That's it," she said, flashing the woman a smug smirk. 

"You don't expect me to believe that, do you?" Stahl countered sceptically.

"Believe what you want. But you know you got nothing on Samcro. And I'm not a fucking rat," Letty shot back smugly. 

"Is that what Juice likes about you, your sharp tongue?" 

Stahl's mention of Juice caught Letty off guard, which made a large grin cross the Agent's face. 

"What are you talking about?" Letty played dumb. 

"What does daddy think about your relationship?" Stahl's voice dripped with insinuation.

Letty clenched her fists, her anger simmering just below the surface, "Well, darlin', my relationship isn't up for Daddy's approval. It's between me and Juice, not some outdated notion of patriarchal validation. But if you're really that curious, feel free to ask Daddy yourself - I'm sure he's dying to know, whose fucking his daughter from behind every night." 

Stahl let out a slight chuckle, "He doesn't know, does he? You're scared that if he does find out, he'll kill him. I would think Daddy's little girl was off limits. No? Well, maybe Juice gets a pass. He did throw a F.B.I Agent out a window for you after all. Oh!" Stahl said, facepalming herself. "That reminds me, I understand that George Mckenna, father of your abusive prick of an ex-boyfriend, as you put it, never got off the plane in Chicago. He's M.I.A. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?" she tilted her head to the side, raising an eyebrow. 

Letty clenched her jaw, her fists trembling with anger, "Just that he was crazy. Convinced himself I had something to do with his son's disappearance. He was a bit delusional that one. But that's why they took away he's badge, right? Or was it because he beat up his ex-wife's new husband and put him in a coma?" 

Stahl's eyes slightly widened in shock. 

A smirk tugged at the corners of Letty's lips, "Yeah, I done my own research." 

A tense silence came over the two women, who stared sternly at each other, neither of them willing to break their gaze, but their staring contest was broken up by the sound of Juice's footsteps approaching. He held a bag of takeout, a small gesture that spoke volumes.

"Juice, what are you doing here?" Letty asked, her eyes lighting up with excitement, but also with a hint of unease. 

"Just thought I'd surprise you with some lunch," Juice replied, a warm smile on his lips as his eyes narrowed in Stahl's direction. "I know you've been working crazy hours lately."

Letty's heart swelled with gratitude as she stood up to greet him with a kiss on the cheek, the scent of her favourite Chinese food filling the air. She couldn't believe he had gone out of his way to do something so thoughtful for her.

"Awe, how sweet!" Stahl taunted. 

"Is everything okay?" Juice asked Letty, but his eyes remained on Stahl as he wrapped a protective arm around Letty's waist. 

"Yeah, Agent Stahl was just leaving," she said, sending the woman a stern gaze. 

Stahl sent the girl a smirk, "Always a pleasure, princess," she said with fake sweetness as she made her way out of the room. 

"Wish I can say the same," Letty muttered under her breath. 

Juice was quick to peep out into the hall to make sure the woman had actually left and once he noticed her stepping into the elevator, he closed the door and turn to Letty with concerned expression, "Are you okay, baby?" 

"No, not really," she said, letting out a deep sigh. "She knew all about me. She knows about us," she ran a shaky hand through her hair as she started to pace the room in a state of panic.  

"It's all smoke, baby. Look, they got nothing on Samcro. So, now they're harassing people close to us." 

"She mentioned Mckenna and Lewis. Said Mckenna was M.I.A." 

Juice watched the girl in concern as she continuously paced the small office, "Mckenna was a wanted man. He didn't show up in Chicago 'cause he didn't want to go to jail. And from what you told me Lewis was in deep with some very bad people. They both probably halfway around the world by now." 

Letty scoffed, "Yeah, halfway," she said, gnawing at her finger nails.  

"Baby. Baby, listen to me," Juice grabbed hold of the girl's hands, pulling them away from her mouth. "This will never blow back on you," he declared with determination. "That's a promise. I wouldn't let you get hurt. Okay?" he said, caressing her cheek. 

"I know," Letty murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. 

Juice wrapped his arms around her tightly, before pressing his lips against hers. 

***

'LETTY'S OUTFIT' 

Letty tapped her long nails against the handlebar of the shopping trolley as she glided through the aisles, looking over various items, casually placing things she needed in her cart. She had finished her shift at the hospital, but needed to head to the shops before heading home as her cupboards and fridge were bare or maybe she was just avoiding home. 

"Letty!" Cherry rushed over to her friend, tugging at her arm as the brunette was currently distracted with reading the ingredients on the back of a salsa jar. "Hey, Letty. I gotta talk to you. I didn't want to go by your place or your work, because I'm afraid the feds might be watching."

Letty's head finally snapped up to meet her friend's gaze, placing the questionable salsa into her cart - she was too lazy to make her own.

"How do you know about that?" she asked as she continued down the aisles, Cherry trailing behind her. 

"They just came to the nail salon looking for me. I called Half-Sack. And the feds are going after all the women." 

"It's just a scare tactic," she assured, placing a bottle of wine into her cart, because after the day she had, she was going to need it. "Tell them you open beers and suck dіck. That's it. They got nothing." 

Cherry started to anxiously fidget, before she hesitantly spoke up, "I haven't been completely honest with Half-Sack." 

Letty dumped two cans of soup into her cart, as she muttered, "I don't like where this is going." 

"Yeah. I'm sorta married." 

Letty stopped dead in her tracks, "'Sorta'?" she quirked an eyebrow.  

"Well, he was a sadistic asshоlе. He wouldn't divorce me, so I left. Took everything. Took the car, I took the money, I took the dog." 

Letty nodded a long in understanding and couldn't help the proud smile that tugged at the corner of her lips, "You're wanted for grand theft." 

"And arson. I burned down our condo." 

Letty chuckled, beaming with pride, "Nice touch," she said as she continued down the aisle. 

"He was such a dіck, Letty." 

"Don't worry, I get it. I know the type. I would of done worse. But you are in deep shit, Cherry."  

Cherry sighed, "It's actually Rita. Cherry was our dog's name. And she died. And I always liked it better than mine." 

"Well, that's sweet..." Letty trailed off, but as she turned away from Cherry, she mouthed the words, 'What the fuck?' 

"What am I gonna do? I love Half-Sack. It's going so good, Letty. What the hell am I gonna do?" 

Letty sighed, feeling sympathy for girl, "You gotta get your skinny butt outta town, Rita," she said, putting emphasis on the name. 

"But I don't want to leave him." 

"Okay, Cherry, listen to me," Letty sighed, running a hand down her face as she placed her hand on her friend's shoulder, looking her dead in the eye with a stern gaze, "I know that you care about him, but they're gonna threaten you with jail time, do you hear me?" 

"Yeah. But I'm not a rat." 

"You ever been inside?" 

At the sound of the bell ringing, indicating someone had entered the store, the two girls turned to noticed Stahl and her team entering the supermarket, causing Cherry to go into full panic mode, ducking behind the aisle. 

Letty watched as Cherry stalked behind the aisles, but when she saw an Agent walking near her exit point, she freaked, grabbing the closer thing she could and whacking the woman in the face with it, making her crash into one of the store's displays. 

But as Cherry or Rita ran to the door, her path was blocked by another Agent, who grabbed her, making Letty curse under her breath.  

"Very impressive, Vicky," Stahl taunted, stepping over the woman, whose nose pooled with blood. Sighing, Stahl made her way over to Letty, who simply continued with her shopping amongst the chaos, "Hard to find good help these days, huh?"

"Know what you mean. That little tart doesn't know anything," Letty said, pointing over to Cherry, who was being taken away in handcuffs. 

"What about the pοrn star? We've got her in custody too," Stahl taunted, placing her hand on her hips as she continued to walk beside Letty, navigating the aisles. 

"Aunty Lu can probably teach you how to give a great hummer. Helped me out a lot in my teen years." A smirk crossed Letty's face as she leaned over to whisper in Stahl's ear, "But I'm guessing you've got that covered," she murmured seductively. 

Stahl chuckled, "I get by," she stated with a smug smirk. 

Letty stopped walking for a moment, turning to face the woman she couldn't stand, "Picking off the ones that have the most to lose. Smart. That's how I'd do it." 

"What was she doing? Asking for the Princess of Samro's advice? What lies to tell?" Stahl lifted her hand and used it to move Letty's hair behind her ears as her voice turned seductive, "I'll bet that there's enough secrets in that pretty head of yours to bury an empire." 

Letty's smirk grew, looking the woman up and down with lust filled eyes, "I'm just a nurse, darlin'. You know, you might want to unscrew that penis sometimes," she whispered seductively and with each word, she leaned closer and closer to the Agent's lips. "It's fun being a girl. And if you want me," she murmured onto her lips, that were inches away from hers. "You know where I live. And where I work if you really want to get frisky," she said, snapping her teeth together in a flirtatious way, before walking off to the checkout, leaving a slightly impressed Stahl behind. 

***

The chapel was heavy with the scent of leather and tobacco as the Sons of Anarchy gathered around the table, their presence commanding respect in the dimly lit room. Among them sat Letty, her fiery gaze matching her father's. 

Letty sat between Unser and Half-Sack at the the table, while Clay updated the club on what he knew, "Got Luann on drսg charges. Cherry on theft and arson." 

Half-Sack shook his head in disbelief, while his face contorted into confusion, "That don't make sense," he muttered under his breath - he had no idea about his girlfriend's past. 

"Stahl's trying to use RICO," Unser explained. "If she can prove her case, she can take you all down." 

"And if we go down..." Chibs trailed off, sending the man a suggestive look. 

"Why do you think I'm sitting at the goddamn table, Scotty?" Unser shot back. 

"Hey!" Letty snapped, shocking the man slightly as she slammed her hand down on the table, before turning to him with an innocent smile, "Show some respect, sweetie," her smile then morphed into a smirk. "You're our guest after all," she said, as her eyes narrowed with a hint of darkness inside them, that sent a shiver down Unser's spine, which only made Chibs smirk proudly. 

Clay chuckled, shaking his head at his daughter's antics. She was consistently protective of her Uncle Chibs, a trait she extended to all those she held dear. However, her devotion to Chibs was uniquely profound; he occupied a special corner of her heart. Chibs, in many ways, filled the paternal role Clay couldn't, a fact Clay both acknowledged and valued. Yet, this dynamic also occasionally stirred tension and jealousy.

"We got anything to be worried about with the Doc?" Clay aimed his question at Jax. "She's seen a lot of shit over the last couple of weeks. " 

Jax opened his mouth to speak up, but Letty spoke first, defending her friend, "Nah," she shook her head. "We got nothing to worry about with Tara. I trust her." 

Everyone furrowed there eyebrows in confusion. 

Jax frowned in confusion, "You do?" 

Letty didn't trust easily and Jax had no idea how close they had actually gotten. But it was bound to happen when you work with someone. You end up seeing them more than your own family, especially in the medical industry. 

"Yeah," Letty nodded, furrowing her eyebrows at the confused and shocked reactions she received. "After needles did a dodgy patch up job - it got infected. I went to Tara - she patched me up - no questions asked. She didn't say anything then, she won't say shit now. I trust her, Dad," she assured, meeting her father's gaze. 

Clay didn't need to hear anymore - he trusted his daughter's instincts. With a simple nod, he asked, "And the others?" 

Letty devoted herself to acquiring comprehensive knowledge about the wives and girlfriends of the Samcro, as well as any women closely connected to the club's operations, all as a means of safeguarding her Samcro family.

"Luann is too shit scare of the club to say anything," Letty started to explain. "Cherry I'm not too sure of. I've been spending a lot of time with her lately when she's not doting over Half-Sack," she explained, sending the boy a smirk. "I know her pretty well. And I think if they threaten her with jail time and kept her in a cell long enough to pine it over, she's gonna holler like a bitch getting head." 

"Shit," Tig cursed under his breath. "Little Cherry pie knows all about Indian Hills." 

"Cherry would never say nothing," Half-Sack assured the club. 

"Oh, yeah? You willing to bet your top rocker on that, prospect?" Letty sneered. "What do you think I do here, huh? Just sit back and look pretty. You know what my job was at the club before I went straight? Collecting intel on the clubs' old ladies. Finding the right girls to be crow eaters. You see, I have a sixth sense about people," she said, holding his gaze like she was looking into his very soul. 

"The thing is..." Chibs started to say as he leaned over the the table. "Letty, here," she motioned to the girl with his head. "She's got flawless instincts - borderline supernatural." 

"That's why I had to test her in the first place," Letty informed Half-Sack. "I knew she was hiding something from the start, I just didn't know what. Now, we do." 

The door creaking open caught everyone's attention as Juice stepped inside. 

Letty whacked Half-Sack on the back of the head as he remained seated at the table, "Oi, dickhead. Move!" 

"Oh, shit, sorry!" Half-Sack jumped to his feet and moved to sit on one of the side chairs. 

"Rosen can't get through to Otto in Stockton," Juice informed everyone as he took the seat next to Letty, trying his best not to look at her, trying to avoid drawing suspicion, even though that's the one thing he wanted to do right now - he could look at her for hours. "He's on federal watch." 

Chibs shook his head, "Aye, yi, yi," he remarked to both the situation and Juice's obvious behaviour.  

"No calls, in or out." 

"Shit!" Clay slammed his fist down on the table in frustration. 

"Stahl's pressing him for history, huh?" Jax asked Juice, who nodded in response. "Using Luann as leverage." 

Suddenly, Letty felt Juice's hand inching up her thigh beneath the table. She shot him a warning glance, hoping to deter his advances without alerting the others. But Juice, ever bold, continued his subtle caress, his touch sending shivers down Letty's spine.

With a swift kick to his shin, Letty retaliated, silently declaring war. Juice smirked, understanding her intentions as he engaged in a game of footsie beneath the table.

Their movements went unnoticed by the others, the Sons too engrossed in club business to notice the playful exchange between the pair. Letty and Juice danced a dangerous dance, their forbidden desires a secret too precious to risk exposing.

"Otto will never rat," Piney stated, having faith in his brother. 

Jax nodded his head in agreement. 

"You know, if it was me, and they had you..." Clay trailed off, meeting the most important woman in his life's gaze. "I'd just give 'em something useless - some old shit wouldn't hurt the club." 

"With RICO, no info is useless," Unser chimed in. 

"The way Otto pines for Aunty Lu, he'll do anything he can to protect her," Letty piped in. "And we all have our past and present indiscretions, boys..." she said, looking over each of their faces, lingering on Juice's for a moment too long. "...That would like to keep buried." 

"Goddamn A.T.F. bitch!" Clay snapped, slamming his hands down on the table. "That goddamn bitch!" he shouted, losing his temper. 

"Oh, calm down, Dad. I can see your blood pressure rising from here," Letty sighed. "I gotta plan," she assured him. 

Clay furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, "What are you talking about?"

Letty simply turned to Unser, "They keep the girls in your cell overnight, right?" 

Unser furrowed his eyebrows suspiciously, "Yeah?" 

"You still got your keys, Pops?" she inquired, raising an eyebrow. 

"What are you thinking here, baby?" Clay asked with furrowed eyebrows. 

Letty simply smirked, "Get a message to Luann. She talks to Otto. She can warn him about Stahl using RICO. 

"What about Cherry?" Half-Sack asked, concerned about his girlfriend. 

"Calm down, sweet cheeks," Letty waved him off. "We'll see where she's at," she half-assured him. "You think you can get me inside?" Her attention was back on Unser. 

"I doubt the feds are working round the clock. But I got four guys, and dispatch on 11:00 to 7:00." 

Bobby threw his hands up in defeat, letting out a long sigh. 

"Well, maybe we come up with something," Tig suggested. "Keep 'em busy. Clear 'em out. Don't worry, I'll get you in, darlin'," Tig assured with a suggestive smirk and mischief in his eyes. 

"Thanks, Tigga," Letty flashed him a sweet smile. 

"What about, like, security cameras?" Chibs chimed in, concern evident in his voice. "Lass, you get caught doing this shit, you do hard time." 

"It's a police station. I got cops," Unser scoffed. "I don't need cameras." 

"Maybe I should go with you, talk to Cherry," Half-Sack suggested. 

"No, retard, you shouldn't," Letty sneered, shaking her head in disbelief, earning chuckles from the guys. "Me and Jax," she said, gutting her chin up in Jax's direction, who nodded his head in agreement, knowing it was the best plan they had, but he wasn't happy about putting his sister in the line of fire again. 

"Your mother's not gonna like this," Clay pointed out. 

"Oh, come on, it's barely club business." 

Clay sent his daughter a look that said, 'it's 100 percent club business'. 

"What? I ain't shooting anything. Besides, Cherry ain't gonna talk to any one of you intimidating mother fuckers; she had sex with you," she said, pointing to her father. "And then was beat up by your wife because of it. "You forced yourself on her," she said, pointing a stern finger at Bobby as she wore a disapproving glare.  

Bobby frowned in confusion, "You told me to," he said, throwing his hands up in the air. 

"I told you to hit on her, not commit an assault." 

"Hey! I took no for an answer." 

"After she kicked you in the balls!" 

"Fair enough," Bobby nodded, lowering his head in shame. 

"And, Tig, well, I don't need to say anything there." 

"Hey!" Tig called out, offended, the room erupting into laughter. 

"What about me, lass?" Chibs asked with a cheeky smirk. "I'm a lovely person." 

"Yeah, you're fine," Letty nodded in agreement, Chibs' smirk widened, radiating smugness. 

"What?!" Tig was so offended. 

Letty shrugged nonchalantly, "Everyone loves the Scottish," she flashed him an innocent smile. 

"Well, that's just discrimination!" Tig pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. 

"My point is, she trust me..." Letty paused, contorting her face in confusion at her own words. "For some reason." 

Chuckles simultaneously made their way around the table.  

Clay silently pondered for a moment, before raising his hand, "Everybody in favour?" 

"Hear. Hear," Bobby raised his hand. 

"Yeah," Tig nodded. 

Chibs raised his hand, somewhat reluctantly, concern for Letty evident, but he knew she was right. 

"I'm good," Opie chimed in. 

Unser goes to raise his hand, but Letty grabbed his wrist, muttering through gritted teeth, "Put your goddamn hand down," she hissed, chuckling and shaking her head in amusement and disbelief. 

The gavel then sounded, announcing the end of the meeting. 

***

Letty and Juice stood in the dimly lit confines of Letty's bedroom inside her house, which didn't feel like a home to her anymore after the incident. Letty stood with her back facing Juice, who was standing in the doorway, holding the girl's bag in hand. She had been staying at the clubhouse or at Juice's since the execution of one George Mckenna. 

"I can stay," Juice said softly, stepping slowly into the room and placing her bag on her bed as he came to wrap his arms around her waist from behind, resting his chin on her shoulder. 

Letty instinctively rested her head against his chest, feeling safe and warm in his embrace, "No, I'm okay. I'll be meeting Jax and Unser soon anyway," she let out a sigh, separating herself from Juice as she turned to face him. "But maybe you can come by later and keep me company?" she suggested in a seductive tone, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck. 

Juice sighed, taking a step back from the girl. 

Letty's entire face dropped as she frowned in confusion, "Juice, what's wrong?" she asked, reaching out to grab his hand, but Juice only took another step back. 

"What are we doing here, Lett?" he asked the one questioned that had been weighing on his mind as of late. 

Letty furrowed her eyebrows in confusion, "What do you mean?" 

"Sneaking around, playing footsies under the fucking table like teenagers?"  

Letty chuckled, "That was kind of silly. We so could of gotten caught, but that's apart of the fun, right? The adrenaline you get from pushing the limits. It's kind of exhilarating," she smirked from ear to ear, stalking closer and closer to Juice with each word. And as she reached him, she ran a seductive finger down his chest, before bringing her hand up to cover the blush that crossed her cheeks, giggling. 

But Juice was not amused in the slightest, "So, that's what this is all about - fun?" 

Letty's face once again contorted into a look of confusion, "Well, yeah. What is it for you?" 

Juice scoffed, "I don't know. I just thought I meant more to you than that." 

Letty groaned, snapping her head back in frustration, "Oh, my God! Why do you have to be such a fucking teenage girl all the time? We fuck and it's fucking amazing. Why do we have to label it?!" she snapped, frustration seeping into her voice. "Can't we just enjoy what we have without putting a name on it?"

Juice ran a hand through his hair, his own frustration bubbling to the surface, "Because it's not just about fucking, Letty," he said, his voice laced with hurt. "I need to know where we stand. We need to talk about this. Like, what the hell are we doing here?!" he motioned between the both of them furiously. "What is this? I mean, is it just about the Mckenna thing? The adrenaline?"  

"I don't know, okay?!" Letty's voice raised, as she felt the anxiety consume her. She hated being put on the spot like this. "Everyone's telling me different things. Chibs says I should take a chance. Gemma wants me to end things before it turns sour. And my dad--Well, my dad's going to kill us both if he finds out that every night for the last two weeks you've been six inches deep in my pussy!" 

Juice groaned loudly, snapping his head back in frustration, "Stop listening to everybody else!" he snapped, making Letty jump slightly at his loud tone. Sighing, he ran a hand down his face, "And tell me what you want," Juice met her gaze, mentally begging her for some sort of an answer. 

"I-I don't know," she admitted, her voice wavering as she struggled to contain her emotions. "It's complicated."

"Do you have feelings for me?" 

Letty swallowed hard, her heart pounding in her chest as she met his gaze. She wanted to say yes, wanted to tell him how much he meant to her, but the words caught in her throat, trapped by her own fears and insecurities.

Juice stepped closer to her, his gaze searching hers for any sign of the truth, "It's a simple question, baby," he asked, his voice gentle but insistent. 

"It's not a simple answer," she finally murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Right," a deep sigh left Juice's lips. "Well, I'm just gonna go," he said as he went to turn towards the door. 

"Juice--" Letty felt a tear slide down her cheek, her defences crumbling in the face of Juice's unwavering honesty. She knew she couldn't deny the depth of her feelings for him for too long, couldn't continue to push him away out of fear of getting hurt, because she would end up losing him in the process. 

Juice's expression softened, his heart aching at the sight of her turmoil. He reached out to gently cup her cheek, his touch tender against her skin. 

"I-I'm s-sorry," she croaked, the tears stinging her eyes. 

Juice sighed, pulling her into his arms, holding her tightly against his chest as he whispered words of reassurance into her ear. 

"I do care about you, Juice," she whispered into his chest, her voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. Taking in a shaky breath, Letty clung to him tightly, scared that if she let go - he would leave and never come back. 

"It's okay," he assured, placing a kiss on the top of her head, making the girl look up to meet his gaze, the tears streaming down her face. "Really," he reassured, cupping her face with both his hands, offering her a small smile. "I'll just see you later, okay?" he said, softly pressing his lips to hers, a sweet collision of affection and reassurance. In that brief touch, he conveyed all the love and passion that words could never quite capture, before turning on his heel and walking out the door. 

***

'LETTY'S OUTFIT' 

"Dispatch is in a separate office," Unser explained to Jax and Letty as they all sat in front of the police station inside Letty's Impala. "She won't hear us. Get to the cells through the back door." 

"That's our cue," Letty said, grinning as she noticed a group of officers rushing out of the police station. "Thank you, Tiggy!" she cheered, beaming with pride, watching the officers jump into their patrols, blaring their sirens, before speeding off down the road. 

"Let's go," Jax motioned with his head for Letty to follow as he jumped out of the car, Letty quickly following suit. 

***

The three of them rushed down the hall, Letty holding the key in hand. Making their way to the holding cells, Letty unlocked the main door, Jax right behind her, while Unser stood down the hall; keeping watch. 

Letty placed a finger to her lips when she noticed Cherry getting to her feet inside her cell, clearly spotting her. 

"Holy shit," Cherry hissed under her breath. 

While Jax ran over to give Luann the message for Otto, Letty rushed over to Cherry's cell, "Hey, fancy meeting you here," she remarked, being her normal sarcastic self. 

Cherry sighed in relief at the sight of her friend, "Letty, thank, God! You gotta--you gotta take me with you, girl. Please!" 

Letty sighed, feeling so much sympathy for the girl - it could of been her on the other side of the bars if it wasn't for her family, "I can't, Cher. I'm sorry." 

"That bitch wants to send me back to Nevada! I'm gonna do hard time, like a hundred goddamn years! I can't do that! You're right! I'll rat if I stay in here. I'll rat! Come on! Please! Please take me with you," she begged and pleaded as she ran a nervous hand through her hair, desperate tears pooling in her eyes. 

"All right, shut up!" Letty whisper-yelled. "Begging is so not attractive on you." 

Fumbling with the keys, she found the right one to unlock Cherry's cage, but as she was about to place it in the lock, Jax grabbed her wrist, "Whoa, whoa, whoa! What the hell do you think you're doing?! We were just supposed to talk to them." 

"And I did. Now, I'm making a decision. You okay with that, V.P.?" she asked, sending him a challenging look, almost like saying, 'try and stop me'. 

Jax sighed, knowing they didn't have anytime to argue, "Just hurry it up," he said, nervously looking over his shoulder. 

Letty placed the key in the lock and turned it and as soon as the cage opened, Cherry launched forward, wrapping her arms around Letty tightly, placing multiple kisses all over her face, "Letty, thank you, thank you, thank you, so much!" 

"All right! All right! Get off me!" Letty shoved the small girl off her, making Jax chuckle lightly. "Let's go," she said, rolling her eyes as she grabbed Cherry's hand and led her into the hall. 

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Where the hell you going with her?" Unser started to visibly panic at the sight of a jail break occurring right in front of his eyes. 

"Isn't it obvious? We're taking this one with us," Letty said as she locked the cell door behind her. 

"You're breaking her out?!" 

"Yeah. Good help is hard to find," Letty said, a small smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. 

Unser frowned in confusion. 

"She's good at sucking dick," Letty said in a duh tone, making Jax burst with laughter. 

Cherry gasped, "Letty!" she scolded, whacking the girl on the arm. 

"What?!" Letty chuckled. "I'm obviously kidding. Just trying too lighten the mood, jeez. You're no fun," she said to Unser, who's face had contorted into a disgusted one. 

"Can we just go?" Unser asked, getting more and more anxious by the second. 

"Hey, aren't you the police chief?" Cherry asked Unser as they started down the hall. 

"I got no idea what I am anymore," Unser breathed out. 

"He's a friend," Letty send the chief a smile, earning the slightest one back.  

"Letty, take her back to the car," Jax ordered, pointing to Cherry. "I'm gonna check your office," he informed Unser. "See what I can find," he said, before jogging off. 

"Come on, girls, before something else bites me in the ass," Unser said, leading them both out of the police station. 

***

The roar of Letty's Impala filled the air as Jax, Cherry, Unser and Letty rolled into the parking lot of the Sons of Anarchy clubhouse. 

Clay stood waiting, and as they stepped out of the car, his expression darkened when he caught sight of Cherry, "What the fuck she doing here?" he barked, his eyes narrowing. 

Jax shot a glance at his stepfather, before nodding toward Letty, "Ask your daughter," he retorted, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Clay turned his attention to Letty, "What did you do?!" he demanded, his voice rising in anger. "You were supposed to talk to them not commit a goddamn jail break!" 

"Was I?" Letty mocked confusion. "Sorry, that wasn't clear." 

"It was your plan!" 

"Exactly," Letty simple reply with a duh tone. 

Clay boiled with anger, his eyes sharp and piercing through Letty's skull. 

Letty shrugged nonchalantly, a mischievous glint in her eyes, "She was crying and stuff, Dad. It was depressing," she replied casually. "And you need to get the Irishman out anyway. What's the harm adding one more person to the cargo, hmm...?"

Clay shook his head in frustration, his hands balling into fists at his sides, "Your goddamn conscience is gonna kill me, Letty," he muttered under his breath. 

But Letty wasn't paying attention as a smile crossed her face at the scene playing out in front of her. Half-Sack emerged from the clubhouse, his face lighting up at the sight of Cherry, "Cherry!" he exclaimed, his voice filled with relief and joy.

Cherry's eyes sparkled with emotion as she rushed into Half-Sack's arms, wrapping her arms around him, "Half-Sack!" she cried. 

Clay let out a loud groan, snapping his head back in frustration, rubbing his hands over his face as he stormed back over to the clubhouse. 

"What?!" Letty called after him, throwing her hands up in mock innocence. "I'm a romantic!" 

"You're a pain in my ass!" Clay called back over his shoulder.

 Letty simply chuckled, as Half-Sack headed over, his arm wrapped around Cherry's shoulders, "Letty, I just wanted to say thank you for getting Cherry out of there. It means a lot. You're a good friend," he said, placing a hand on her shoulder as he flashed her a tight smile. 

Letty tried to stop the smile that tugged at the corner of her mouth, but failed as she waved a dismissive hand, "It was nothing. And besides, I kind of owe you one." 

Half-Sack smiled gratefully at the Morrow girl, before turning around, leading Cherry away. 

***

Letty lay beside Juice, her head resting on his chest, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lulling her into a sense of peace. The dim light filtering through the curtains cast shadows across the room, creating a cocoon of intimacy around them. Their entwined fingers spoke of a silent connection that went deeper than words.

Juice broke the peaceful silence with a sigh, his voice barely above a whisper, "I'm sorry, baby."

Letty tilted her head up to meet his gaze, confusion flickering in her eyes, "What for? You didn't do anything wrong."

He shifted uncomfortably, his fingers tracing patterns on her bare shoulder, "I shouldn't have pushed you so much earlier."

Her eyebrows furrowed slightly as she recalled the tense exchange from earlier in the night. His question had caught her off guard, stirring up emotions she wasn't ready to confront, "Juice--"

He interrupted, his voice laced with remorse, "I know, Letty. I know how hard it is for you to open up, to trust people. And I pushed you when I shouldn't have. I just...I needed to know where we stand, you know? But I see now that I shouldn't have pressured you like that."

Letty's expression softened as she reached up to caress his cheek, her touch gentle yet filled with unspoken reassurance, "You don't have to apologise, Ju. I understand why you asked. It's just...it's not easy for me to talk about these things."

He sighed, his eyes reflecting a mixture of understanding and determination, "I get it, Letty. And I want you to know that you can trust me. I'm not going anywhere. I'll wait for you, however long it takes. I just want you to feel comfortable with me, to know that I'm here for you."

A sense of warmth flooded Letty's heart as she gazed into Juice's eyes, seeing the sincerity and devotion shining within them. And in that moment, Letty realised that she had found someone who was willing to stand by her side, to weather the storm together - ride or die. 

With a soft smile, she leaned in to press her lips against his, conveying all the emotions that words couldn't express. And as they melted into each other's embrace, Letty knew that she had found something worth fighting for.

But their moment of intimacy was interrupted by a knock on the door. Both Letty and Juice froze, their hearts racing as they exchanged a panicked glance. Juice quickly scrambled out of bed, pulling on his jeans as he approached the door. 

As Juice reached for the doorknob, Letty frantically pulled the sheet over herself, hiding beneath it. She held her breath, praying that whoever was on the other side wouldn't discover their secret.

The door creaked open, revealing Tig standing in the hallway, a mischievous grin playing on his lips, "Juicy boy!" he greeted, his voice filled with playful curiosity. "We need ya." 

Juice forced a casual smile, trying to keep his composure as he blocked Tig's view of the room, "Sure thing, Tig. I'll be down in a minute?"

Tig's eyes darted around the hallway, his gaze lingering on the slightly ajar door behind Juice, "Oh, shit, man. I'm sorry. I didn't realise you had company. By all means finish up," he teased, patting him on the shoulder as he leaned in as if to peek inside.

Juice laughed nervously, his heart pounding in his chest, "Nah, no one's in there. Just--Just me."

Tig raised an eyebrow, scepticism evident in his expression, "Then why can't I see?"

Before Tig could open the door further, Juice quickly shut the door, "'Cause the room's a mess." 

Tig chuckled, slinging an arm around Juice's shoulders as they walked down the hall, "Wow, what's the big deal, man? Is it Letty or something?" he teased, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Juice's heart skipped a beat, his stomach churning with anxiety, "No, of course not," he insisted, his voice betraying his unease. "That's just crazy!" 

Tig laughed, seemingly satisfied with Juice's response, "Right, whatever you say," he replied, his tone teasing yet knowing. "I'll see you in Chapel, brother."

As Tig walked away, Juice couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of his stomach.

***

'LETTY'S OUTFIT' 

Cameron winced in pain as Letty reapplied the bandage on his wound, "Oh, don't be such a baby," she teased. "You're healing nicely, though." 

"Thanks, lass," he flashed the girl a grateful smile. 

"Any time, love," she gave him a pat on the back as she stood. 

"His dressings needs to be changed every day," Letty informed Juice as she made her way over to him. "As long as he doesn't move around too much, he should be fine." 

"Thanks. I'll let Jax know." Juice then paused, looking over his shoulder, before wrapping his arms around the girl's waist and pulling her closer to him, making her stand between his legs as he sat on the armrest of a recliner. "I missed you last night," he whispered into her ear. "I got back and you were gone," he said sadly, placing kisses on the crook of her neck. 

Letty moaned, snapping her head back in pleasure, "Yeah?" 

"Yeah. And I actually realised something last night when I was lying in my bed all alone..." he trailed off. 

Letty sent him a playful glare as she shoved him back, "Way to lay it on thick. But, what did you realise?" she asked, her interest piqued. 

"You still owe me that do-over date." 

A smirk tugged at the corners of Letty's lips, "Are you asking me or telling me?" 

"Are you saying yes?" Juice retorted.  

"Yes," Letty grinned widely. "I would love to go on a date with you, baby. But remember, JuJu, I want to be slept off my feet." 

"Oh, don't worry, I'll make that happen one way or another," Juice said, making his eyebrows jump suggestively, while his lustful eyes discovered every inch of her curvy body. 

Letty scoffed, giving him a playful slap, "Now who's being dirty?" she murmured seductively, wrapping her arms around Juice's neck. 

"Irishman good to go?" Gemma asked, making Letty jump. Immediately, pushing Juice away from her, causing him to fall back into the armchair. Spinning around, she came face to face with Gemma. 

Clearing her throat, she replied, "Yep. All set."  

"Thanks, baby," Gemma beamed, wrapping her arm around her waist and placing a kiss on her cheek. 

"Of course," Letty smiled as Gemma turned around and headed out of the cabin. 

"Ready for the road trip, kids?" Happy said as he entered the cabin. And just like clock work, Half-Sack and Cherry exited one of the back rooms of Piney's cabin; bags in hand. 

Cherry made her way over to Letty, her eyes brimming with tears, "I can't believe it's time to say goodbye," she murmured, her voice thick with emotion. 

Letty nodded, "I know," she whispered, her gaze softened as she reached out to brush a stray tear from Cherry's cheek. "You remind me so much of an old friend of mine," she confessed, her voice trembling. "My best friend, actually. The sister I never had."

Cherry sniffled, her eyes shining with unshed tears, "Thank you, Letty," she said, her voice wavering. "For everything. You've been a true friend to me."

Letty smiled through her own tears, reaching out to pull Cherry into a tight embrace, "Hey, us girls have got to stick together," she murmured. 

Cherry nodded, clinging to Letty as if afraid to let go, "I'll never forget you, princess of Samcro," she whispered, her words a solemn vow. "Total badass." 

As they finally pulled apart, Letty reached into her pocket, retrieving a small trinket, "Take this," she said, pressing it into Cherry's hand. "A little something to remember me by. Not that you need it, you little stalker," she said, playfully punching the girl's arm. 

'THE PENDANT' 

Cherry's eyes widened in surprise as she examined the gift, her lips trembling with emotion,  "Thank you, Letty," she whispered, her voice barely a whisper as she placed the necklace around her neck. 

With one final embrace, Cherry turned and walked away, her footsteps echoing in her wake. Letty watched her go, her heart heavy with sorrow yet filled with gratitude for the brief friendship they had shared.

***

'LETTY'S OUTFIT' 

Letty stood outside Juice's apartment, nerves fluttering in her stomach as she knocked on the door. Juice had invited her over, hinting at a special surprise, and Letty couldn't help but wonder what he had planned. She had expected a night out, perhaps dinner at a fancy restaurant, but as Juice opened the door and ushered her inside, she realised that he had something else in mind.

The dining room was bathed in the warm glow of candlelight, the table set with elegant dishes and sparkling wine glasses. Letty's breath caught in her throat as she took in the scene before her.

"It's beautiful," she murmured, her eyes shining with appreciation as Juice pulled the chair out for, motioning for her to sit, before round the table and taking his own seat. 

"You said you wanted to be swept off your feet, so..." Juice trailed off, a sheepish smile playing on his lips.

Letty felt a rush of emotion swell within her, "Well, consider me swept," she replied, unable to suppress the grin that spread across her face.

Juice leaned over the table, his gaze intense as he pressed his lips against hers. Letty kissed him back softly but with so much passion. 

***

After dinner, they curled up on the couch together, Letty's head resting against Juice's chest as they watched a classic romcom, which was surprisingly suggested by Juice. Letty wanted to watch the Fast and the Furious for the millionth time. Every Christmas, Letty, Jax and Opie would have a Fast marathon, it became their tradition after Tokyo Drift came out.

At the end of the film, as the song, 'She Will Be Loved' by Maroon 5, played over the credits, being one of her all time favourite songs, Letty felt a sudden impulse.

"Dance with me," she whispered, offering Juice her hand.

At first, he seemed reluctant, but Letty stood up and pulled him to his feet, wrapping her arms around his neck as they swayed to the music. In that moment, everything else faded away, leaving only the two of them lost in each other's arms. 

And as they shared a passionate kiss, Juice whispered against her lips, "You really are like no other girl I've ever met before, Letty Morrow." 

And in that moment, Letty knew that she had found something truly special with Juice Ortiz. 

***

A/N: 

10/04/2024

Ahhh!!! Juice and Letty finally had their first official date. Took them long enough. I hope you all enjoy the dynamics in this chapter.

Like also, all imagines were made by A.I imaging. 

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~ Marley😄

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