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The afternoon at the clubhouse was loud and lazy, the usual mix of beer, cigarettes, engines, and half-finished conversations filling the room. Jax was sitting at the table with Chibs and Tig while Clay spoke with Bobby near the bar. Juice was nowhere in sight. Then the clubhouse door opened. Everyone looked up. A woman stepped inside. She was beautiful—light-skinned, mixed, with long dark hair framing her face and a figure that immediately caught attention. She looked completely comfortable walking into a room full of bikers, her confidence almost suspiciously calm. She glanced around the clubhouse. “I’m looking for Juice.” Silence. Tig raised an eyebrow. Jax’s eyes stayed on her. He didn’t even try to hide it. There was something about her that immediately caught his attention. She wasn’t nervous. She wasn’t intimidated. She looked like she could walk into a room full of dangerous men and somehow be the most dangerous person there. Bobby looked at Chibs. Chibs looked at Tig. Tig finally broke the silence. “Juice?” The woman nodded. “Yeah. Juice Ortiz.” Jax leaned back slightly, still watching her. “You know him?” She gave him a slow look, noticing the attention immediately. “Oh, I know him.” There was something about the way she said it that made Jax’s eyebrow rise. Tig smirked. “Well, sweetheart, you’re gonna have to be a little more specific.” She smiled. “I’m his ex-wife.” The room went completely fucking silent. Jax’s expression changed instantly. “His what?” The woman laughed softly. “Ex-wife.” Behind them, footsteps suddenly came from the hallway. Juice walked into the room, stopped dead when he saw her, and stared. She smiled brightly. “Hey, baby.” Juice’s face dropped. “Oh, fuck.” The Sons immediately started looking between them. Y/N walked over and casually threw her arms around Juice’s neck, kissing his cheek like they hadn’t been divorced for years. “Miss me?” Juice sighed. “Unfortunately.” She grinned. “Sti