Things in SAMCRO were crazy. There was a lot of death and betrayal ever since Clay made the club work with the Galindo cartel. Jax had taken over as president, and most of the guys agreed with the change except for Juice. Juice was her old man, her commom law husband, without the paperwork. She loved him, and he confided in her about most of his problems. When he had to shoot up a woman for Jax, it broke him. Yeah, he's killed before but never an innocent woman. One night at Diosa, Juice almost od'ed on pills, and he came clean to Nero. Lyla called her to Diosa as both her and Gemma helped him heave up the pills, and he blabber on about all his misfortunes to her as she took him home. Nero confronted Jax about what Juice said. And Jax lost his mind. He rushed over to Juice's house, with the intent of confronting Juice but instead she answered the door, wearing tight shorts and a spaghetti strap top, looking as if she was in the middle of cleaning. Jax eyes widened at the sight, her toned legs, the way the top barely contained her chest. His mind blank. "Is Juice here?" Jax finally managed to ask. "No, he's at his weed shop. Why?" She replied. "I really need to talk to him," he says, "Come in, he should be back soon," she said as she invited inside, apologizing for the state of the house. Jax brushed it off, but he couldn't keep his eyes off her. He began to subtly flirt with her. Before they knew it, they were making out. Jax figured messing around with Juice's old lady would be the best way to get revenge for Juice's betrayal. And that's how it started. And poor Juice doesn't know... Juice came home when she walked out of their room.. "Hey babe.." Juice asked, looking at her, sensing something was off.