Sons Of Anarchy Juice Ortiz Novels & Stories

Sun-bright and sweet, with an edge of sharp, not a single fleck of pulp or pith, leaving this citrus-glitter on her tongue. Typical. Billionaires even had better squeezed fruit products. Orange juice of this caliber: second-best wake-up call after a bj. Aiden was watching her, hands resting in his lap, the epitome of composure but for the hint of tightness at his knuckles. Fuck. He was going to dump her. He’d brought her orange juice, and now he was dumping her. It was the orange juice of condolence. Or maybe he just thought she wouldn’t hit him if she had something in her hand.

She repeated. “Didn’t the nurse tell you?” He waved his hands in front of him, showing off the security uniform he was wearing. “I was just about to start my shift early this morning when I found Ms Ortiz over here in an empty room in the basement at the hotel, she was tied to a chair and she had passed out, so I did what any good Samaritan would do and brought her to the hospital.” Her heart dropped to her stomach as everything began to fall into place. “You are lying.”

But instead, an entirely different chill crawled over my skin. Because orange juice doesn’t accidentally end up in a glass you didn’t order that way. Someone had done this. On purpose. And that thought, that someone had been close enough to touch my drink, to watch me lift it to my lips, was colder than the IV drip still snaking into my veins. …. Blackwood’s POV

He really shouldn’t be. Yet his fingers lingered on her soft skin for a few seconds longer. The smell of the pain reliever filled the air around them, drowning out Jade’s scent completely. He hated it. Cursing himself for thinking like that, he rose to go to his bathroom to wash his hands. When he returned, Jade had already worn her jacket and was waiting for him. There was a knock on the door, and Anthony entered again, carrying a transparent paper cup filled with…wait… Orange juice?

Leona nodded, no longer caring about Oriana, and turned to return home. As soon as Leona entered, a servant brought a cup of juice and handed it to her. Before Leona could reach out and take it, Oriana grabbed it from behind and swallowed it. Carol and the waitress were just stunned by Oriana's actions! That was so shameless! "This juice is good, I like it!" Oriana handed the empty cup back to the waitress and said, "I have very high quality of life standards, you guys have to work hard, otherwise it's hard to know what your rice bowl will look like! I'm a little tired, where's Archie's room? I'm going to rest!"

Without warning he pulled my hair so strongly I thought he would rip it off my skull. "Urghhhh," I let out a cry and he emptied some of the contents into my mouth. So little that it already trickled down my throat before I could spit it out. Moreover, my position did not allow me the ability to spit. The liquid glided down my throat but did not burn it. It was Orange juice. I opened my mouth willingly the next time and he poured more juice in and I swallowed, the soothing taste of the cold liquid calming my thirst and nerves at once.

"He's been scheming against me behind my back. It's outrageous!" Scarlett felt uneasy. The moment Wayne appeared in Sunrise City, she had a bad feeling. "So, are you planning to surrender to Wayne?" Scarlett asked. "Absolutely not!" Jeff Ortiz was still fuming, determined to compete with Wayne. "The more he wants to find you, the more I'll make sure he can't..." Halfway through his sentence, he suddenly realized that he hadn't seen Beatrice and the kid today. "Where's your mom? Where's your child?" Jeff Ortiz demanded.

He reached for a flower vase beside him and smashed it on Tupac’s back. “Argh!” Tupac groaned and fell onto the bed. Oris grabbed Belinda by the shoulders and pulled her away. “Get up and get dressed,” he ordered, voice tight with fury. Belinda struggled and cried. Oris slapped her across the face, cursing, “You’re a hoe, huh? You can’t stop having men in you, huh?” He was about to deliver another punch when his vision blurred, and he fainted. When Oris woke, a nurse stood at his bedside, watching him with an unreadable expression. He opened his mouth to speak, but a fresh surge of pain sent him spiraling back into darkness.

As soon as she was recovering, he once again continued with the hammering. At this point Melissa opened her eyes and saw Orton standing and gazing at her, his eyes red and tears running down his cheek... Orton was expecting her to froze, jump off his father's dick and began to plead with him, but instead, he got the shock of his life when she smiled at him and began to ride his father harder. Orton didn't see that coming. It was obvious she doesn't give a fuck about him. She was happily fucking his father right on his face.

Lizzy who had left the room at a point returned with a jar of freshly pressed fruit juice. She poured out a glass and placed it next to Zia, before settling down on a seat to join the rest of the family. “I ordered fresh oranges from an orchard to make juice for you, Zia. Tell me how it is.” Through all these, Zia’s mind was in disarray. Was it possible that they found out… that she was pregnant already? No, that wasn't right. If they did, wouldn't Charlotte be mad that she had been careless with her birth control?