AN: May I introduce to you all, Ms. Harlie Morrow! :) This is her story. I do not own Sons of Anarchy, they belong to Kurt Sutter and FX. I do own Harlie and Krys.

"C'mon, little girl.. I know how ya can hit harder than that.." Chibs laughed, taking the girl's punch to the nose with ease.

Harlie Morrow loved to fight. It was her favorite way to work out all her anger. She was a pretty good fighter and could take down Chibs easily, but today she just wasn't feeling it. She had already used all her fighting energy earlier that day at school. The result, a week of OSS. Just what she needed.

"C'mon, Scotty.. Give the girl a break.." Jax Teller laughed from the picnic table. "Heard you beat some poor girl's ass earlier today, kid.."

"Bet that fight was hot.." Juice smirked, looking up at her.

Harlie narrowed her eyes down at him, ignoring his comment. "Poor girl? Poor girl my fuckin' ass." She panted, stepping down from the ring.

"Language, please?" Clay asked, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

"Ha, sure. Whatever, Dad." Harlie kissed his cheek.

"If you plan on hanging out here all week, you're gonna work. I'm sure your mom wouldn't mind letting you take over for a day." He grinned.

"Let the kid have some fun." Tig laughed, trapping Harlie in a headlock.

"Goddamnit, Tig!" Harlie squirmed, trying to push him away.

"So.. What did she do to piss you off so bad?" Jax smirked.

"Talked shit about my family.. Called me a biker whore," she took a sip from her water bottle. 'And fucked my boyfriend.' She looked around at Juice.

"Still doesn't make it okay.." Clay narrowed his eyes.

"Okay, seriously?" She rolled her eyes. "This is what I get from defending the club's honor?"

There was an awkward silence between the two then Juice spoke up. "So.. What all happened? What's the damage?" He grinned. Juice was her doofy superman, but today she wanted nothing to do with him.

"Oh, nothing too bad. Just a broken nose and cracked rib." Harlie shrugged.

"Her parents pressing charges?" Tig asked, sitting down on the table.

"Against SAMCRO? Yeah, right.." Jax lit a cigarette.

"Eh, just a scuffle.." Tig shrugged. "No big deal, Clay. At least she's not dead."

"Don't joke around about that shit, shithead." Chibs stepped up beside Harlie and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

"Okay! Get off, please? I'm sweaty and gross." Harlie stepped away, laughing. "I'm going to use Jax's shower. I have clothes in my bag."

"You stayin' for the party tonight, darlin'?" Chibs asked.

"Oh, hell yeah! Bobby's coming home!" Harlie grinned. "Can't wait! When's Tacoma gettin' here?"

Bobby had been in prison for the past few months for the murder of state official Brennan Hephner, but when the witness went missing, ATF's case again SAMCRO went out the window.

"Hap called about an hour ago and they're about an hour out." Clay looked over at Harlie. She'd grown up so much in the past few years. She was about 5'7" with strawberry blond hair. She was slim and lithe, just like Krys. She'd finally started to develop curves in places he didn't want her to. He'd catch a few of the guys staring at her from time to time and always seemed to swallow the urge to kill them. But, she was beautiful and wild. She'd never be tamed and he know that.

"Sweet! I'm gonna go get ready.. See you guys later.." Harlie walked into the clubhouse.

Juice was sitting up at the bar watching Tig and Chibs argue about a game of pool that Tig was apparently losing. He sighed, taking a long drink from the long neck bottle in his hand. Harlie had been acting strange all day. She wouldn't talk to him, she'd barely even look at him. When him and Tig picked her up from school today, she rode with Tig. She never did that. Well, she usually drove so of course she didn't. He was worried about her. Something was up and he gonna find out.

He got up from the bar and walked down the hall. He stepped into Jax's room and heard the shower still running. He stood there for a minute and just stared at the bathroom door, but finally walked inside and locked the door.

"Harlie?" Juice frowned. He looked down at her clothes in the floor. Her dark blue thong was laying on top of everything. He thought about picking them up and pocketing them, but he wasn't in the mood to get his ass kicked. Even if he had a thing for underwear

"What the fuck?" Harlie yelled, shutting the water off. "What are you doing in here?"

"I just wanted to talk.." He sat down on the toilet.

"You couldn't have waited? Not even ten minutes?" She sighed.

"What's up with you today? You're being a complete bitch." He rolled his eyes.

"Well, my day's been pretty shitty so far." She snapped. "Hand me my towel?"

"Not until you talk to me.." He slung it over his shoulder.

"What do you want me to say?" She pushed her wet hair back from her face.

"Why aren't you talking to me?" He asked, staring at the floor.

"You wanna know why I beat the shit out of that bitch today?" Harlie stepped out of the shower, not giving a damn about being naked.

Shit. Juice felt himself harden as he looked up at him. She was perfect. She had the perfect curves, the perfect tits. Goddamn. He looked away quickly. "Enlighten me.." He manged to get out.

"You fucked her!" She narrowed her eyes. "She wanted to throw that in my face. You wouldn't fuck me because I'm too young, but you'll fuck her."

"Harlie, that's different.." He ran a hand over his head.

"How? Tell me?" Tears welled up in her eyes, but she wouldn't let herself cry in front of him.

"I don't give a damn about those girls, Harlie.." He tried to grab her arm.

"Don't.. Get out. Get out before I call my dad.." She jerked her towel from his shoulder.

"I fucking care about you.." He stood up.

"Bullshit.. You only care about keep your dick where it is.." She pushed him away.

Even though he liked his dick attached to his body, what she said wasn't true. "Listen to me, damnit.."

"No, get out!" She shoved him to the door.

Juice just shook his head. "Fine.. Text me later, I guess.." He bent down, picked up her thong, and walked out of the bathroom.

"Hey! That was my favorite pair!" She yelled.

He just smirked to himself and kept going.

That night at the party Harlie was standing outside with the her dad and the guys, smoking a joint. When Clay wasn't looking, she'd sneak a quick sip of Jack and hand the bottle back to Piney. She kissed his cheek, smiling. "Thanks, Pop."

"You havin' fun, Princess?" Clay wrapped his arms around her shoulders.

"Yeah, feels good to blow off some steam." Harlie smiled up at him. She was feeling better than she was earlier. She had thought a lot about what Juice had said to her. She knew he would never hurt her on purpose and that he cared about her. She was hoping after Bobby got here they could get a little time alone.

Her phone vibrated in her back pocket. She pulled it out to see she had a text from Juice. 'U look really hot tonight,' it read. She blushed bright pink. And she did look hot in her tight skinny jeans with holes on the knees and a few small ones on her thighs. She wore a pair of Krys's stiletto heeled black boots with a tight black Property of Redwood Original t-shirt.

"What's got you so giddy?" Tig asked, standing up. "It got something to do with that douchebag over there?" He pointed to Kozik.

"Seriously? You're still giving me hell because I used to like him?" She laughed. "And, no.. It's none of your business." She stuck her tongue out. She looked over to see a Mercedes pull into the parking stood up and walked over to her dad.

"You stay back, got it?" Clay stepped forward as a man dressed in a white shirt and black slacks emerged from the driver's side of the car. The man looked rough and kind of frightening to Harlie. Another man dressed in a dark suit with gray hair. stepped out of the back."The garage is closed."A few guys stepped out from the other side of the car. They were covered in Aryan ink from head to toe. Darby's guys.

"We're not here for car repairs." The gray-haired man said, walking over to Clay. "I understand you're a Camacho fan." The stranger presented Clay with a box of cigars.

All the guys were starting to gather around now. Tig was by Clay's side as usual.

"Who are ya?" Clay smirked.

"Just dropping by to give you some friendly advice." The man dressed in black and white handed Clay a business card. He stood behind the one in the suit. He had to be his sidekick or something close to that.

"And what advice would that be?" Clay almost laughed.

"We feel it would be best for all concerns if you stopped dealing arms to the One-Niners and the Mayans." The other said, nodding.

Clay looked back at the guys and Harlie. They all started to laugh. "I don't know what you're talkin' about. We're just mechanics and Harley lovers." He laughed, shaking his head.

"That's one of Darby guy's back their.." Tig pointed to one of the extra guys.

"Mr. Darby is one of our supporters.." The gray haired man spoke up again.

"Expensive car.." Clay stepped around the men. "Hell of a suit. All your teeth. Must be the top of the Aryan food chain, huh?"

"What you do for a living is between you and your maker. I'm not here to adjust your moral compass. This is just a reality check. You're a criminal and you're done selling guns to color."

Tig pulled a gun from inside his cut, taking a step toward the men.

"Are you going to shoot me, Mr. Trager? With all these witnesses?" The man raised an eyebrow.

"Look, uhh.. I dunno what Darby told ya and I dunno what your angle is, but let me be real clear nobody threatens SAMCRO. And nobody can tell us what we can and can't do. Black. Brown. Or white." Clay looked them up and down. "So why don't ya climb back into your German clown car and drive back to Nazi town?"

The men started to laugh.

'Cause next time you piss all over my shoes, he'll kill ya. And, I don't give a shit how many witnesses there are." Clay spat.

"My shop.. Opens in a few weeks. Until then.." He laid the box of cigars at Clay's feet. "Enjoy.."

The sidekick motioned for all the guys to get back in the car and Harlie stepped toward Clay, she was blocked. "Sorry, ma'am.." He smirked.

Clay handed the business card to Juice. "I wanna know everything.."

"You got it.." Juice hurried off.

Harlie walked over to Clay, followed by Krys.

"What the hell was that?" Krys asked.

"Just a friend of Darby's." Clay shrugged. "Don't worry about it.."

Harlie frowned. Something felt off.

Harlie shook off the bad feeling and stepped into the clubhouse around ten to find Juice. It was packed and the air was fogged with smoke. It smelt like pussy, cigarettes, and stale beer. The speakers were blaring Highway to Hell ab AC/DC. The song seemed to fit the hyped up feeling of Club Reaper. She looked around to see Bobby face down between some Crow Eater's legs on the pool table. She walked over and tapped him on the shoulder. "Forget all about your favorite girl in prison?" She grinned.

Bobby forced himself away from the task at hand and stood up. He threw his arms around her, almost knocking her to the ground. "Good to see ya, Princess. Missed ya.."

"I missed you too, Bobby." Harlie laughed, wrapping her arms around to his neck. "You better get back to your desert. I'll see ya later."

He nodded, diving back between her legs.

Harlie shook her head, walking down the hallway. All the other doors were closed except for Juice's. She peeked around the door. "Juice?"

"Oh, hey." Juice looked up at her, then back to his computer.

She walked inside and locked the door. "Club shit?"

He nodded, closing his laptop. "Come sit with me.." He grinned.

Harlie sat down on the edge of the bed, kicking off her boots.

"C'mon.." He grabbed her arm, pulling her up to him.

"You really meant what you said earlier?" She asked, leaning her head on his chest.

" 'Course I did.." He looked a little hurt by her question.

Harlie blushed and slid up into his lap. She straddled his waist.

Juice's hands instantly moved to her hips. "Why don't you wear these jeans more often? I like them."

"You would.." She started to kiss his neck, her hands sliding up his shirt. She ran the tips of her fingers across nipples.

Juice shivered, hands digging into his hips.

"Am I gonna do all the work?" She whispered, sliding off her to shirt to expose her black and pink lace bra.

"Shit, Harlie.. " He slid his hands up her back and unhooked the clasp of her bra.

"I.." Harlie tried to hold it up.

"It's alright.." He pulled her arms down and let the bra slide off.

Just then, Harlie's phone went off. "Shit.. Hand me that?"

Juice handed her the phone, sighing.

"Hello?"

"You comin' over to watch Abel, baby?" Gemma asked.

"Oh, shit.. Yeah. Sorry. I was just catching up with Bobby." Harlie pulled her bra back on.

"It's okay, sweetie." Gemma laughed. "See ya in a few.." She hung up.

"I gotta go.." Harlie frowned. "I promised to watch Abel. Text me?" She leaned down and pecked his lips.

"Sure, sure.." He laughed "You okay to drive?"

"I'm fine. It's cute how concerned you are.." She smiled.

"Yeah.. Go." He smacked her ass as she walked out.

"What do we do?" Weston shut the car off, looking over at Zobelle.

"We shake their foundation." Zobelle shrugged. "Simple as that."

"Mrs. Morrow?" Weston grinned.

"No. We got after his daughter. We break the princess, the kingdom crumbles down around her." Zobelle said quietly and stepped from the car. "I'll leave you to it, Mr. Weston."

AN: So... There we go. :) Let me know what you think.