[ Juice gets arrested ] - A scenario imagine
“What the hell, man?” Juice shouted as he was escorted through the police station. “You can’t arrest me and not tell me why!”
“Shut up, Ortiz,” the cop ordered matter-of-factly.
Juice had been minding his own business when he had been picked up and thrown in the back of a cop car. He was sure somewhere down the line he had done something to deserve the handcuffs currently around his wrists, but he would never admit to it.
The cop opened the cell door and gave Juice a rough shove into the cell.
“I didn’t do shit!” Juice continued, clearly becoming more upset by the moment. “This is bullshit, man. You can’t just throw me in here.”
“I just did,” the cop replied before slamming the cell door and walking away.
“Shit!” Juice let out a frustrated groan and threw his hands against the bars of the cell door. He knew he was in trouble. The cops wouldn’t even tell him why he had been arrested. He knew that was a violation of his rights, but he also knew that he was a Son. That fact alone put him on thin ice as it were. He didn’t dare push it.
He sighed loudly and walked further into the cell. He dropped himself heavily down onto the cold bench, running his hands across the top of his shaved head. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do now except wait. Hale would eventually let Jax and the guys know he had been picked up. Until then, he was stuck here. He had started to lose himself in his thoughts when he heard a familiar voice.
“Well, well, well,” you crowed from a few cells down. Your high heels clicked against the linoleum floors as you made your way towards the cell where your old man was currently contained. You were dressed in a long black coat which hung slightly open, barely revealing the tiny lace lingerie set you wore underneath. A set of keys hung delicately from your index finger. A smirk played at your lips.
You stopped in front of Juice’s cell and looked at him for a moment, your head cocked to the side and your eyes lowered in a seductive stare. Juice recognized that look.
A mischievous smile formed on his lips as his brown eyes looked you up and down. “Did you do this?” he asked, already knowing the answer.
You grinned. “Hale owed me a favor.”
You teasingly brushed your coat to the side, revealing just enough skin to make Juice’s heart race. You took hold of a key and unlocked the cell, swinging the door open and dropping your coat to the floor.
“Looks like somebody’s been a bad boy,” you breathed.
Juice bit his lip. “Yes, I have.”