It was another Friday night at SAMCRO, the party bumping after their release from Stockton. Juice had been watching a fight in the ring, but every so often his eyes would scan the crowd for you- often seeing you with friends.

He saw Miles walk over to you with a drink that he felt jealousy flare up. Miles was the new patch in. He knew the two of you had become friends, after all, the club had to look after everyone- but the way Miles was looking at you, he felt jealousy rise in him.