Interracial OC/ Happy.

This story will take place with Happy starting in Tacoma and the early years of his patchover to Charming.

I don't own anything, except my OCs. LDR owns the song, "Dark Paradise." NC-17 for strong language, violence, and sexual themes.

CHAPTER 1

Your soul is haunting me and telling me

that everything is fine

but I wish I was dead

We were waiting for the guys to return. They were on a run. But this run was far more dangerous than the usual ones. Happy didn't even tell me what was going on, that's how dangerous it was. We were on lockdown with a few members for our safety. I hated lockdowns. I had bad anxiety but I never showed it. Still fucked with me though.

I was clad in my normal attire. Boots, tight jeans and a white shirt that showed an ample amount of cleavage. Just the way Hap liked it. I smirked thinking about the crazy sex we had before he left for their trip.

I tie my long, black, curly hair up in a bun. I start tapping my fingers on the bar counter once I was done reminiscing.

"Ma," a deep voice calls out. Gemma looks at me in a worried state when I don't reply. She was watching from the doorway after comforting Juice's girlfriend.

"Ma!" I finally comprehend. "Hmm?" I flicker my brown eyes at him. He looked just like his father. I smile slightly while thinking of that.

I was mostly African American so he had a deeper skin tone than Happy. But he still looked like the spitting image of him when he was younger. Had the long curly, wavy hair and all.

I caressed our son's face and smiled. "You gotta stop worrying," he reassured me. His voice even started to sound like his father. Of course it wasn't as deep, since he was still young.

I looked at the patch on his cut and started thinking again. Happy and I went back and forth constantly about our son following his footsteps. "The club shows you who you really are. If you're a man or a pussy. And I didn't raise no goddamn pussies," he would say. I would roll my eyes and leave it alone for the time being.

We obviously know who won that debate though.

I see Gemma speed walk to the door after she peeped through the blinds in the clubhouse.

Clay walks in first and hugs Gemma tightly. I immediately stand up along with my son. I crossed my arms, waiting. The others start coming in and hugging their loved ones. But I didn't see that bald headed bastard I loved so much.

While everyone else was focused on greeting each other, I was focused on the blood stains I saw on some of their clothes.

"Where's Hap?" I impatiently ask when Clay turned to us. His facial expression was one of...sorrow. Tig was off to the side, sitting in the arm chair with a look of shock on his pale face. I hadn't seen him like that since his dog died.

"Take a seat, Nicole," Clay tells me.

Shit.

"Don't fuck with me, Clay! Where is he?" I growl. Our son reaches for me and I smack his hand away, advancing towards the President.

Jax steps up and pushes Clay out of the way gently, "I got this."

His voice was soft and meaningful when he said it.

"Can someone just please tell me where the fuck Happy is?!" my eyes start watering.

Everything was quiet after I screamed. Tears were falling from my eyes but I still had a hard expression on my face. My chest was rising up and down rapidly due to my alarmed breathing.

Silence.

Jax was talking and all I could remember was silence. My knees felt like they gave out all of a sudden. It felt like I got slammed in the stomach when I heard what he said. Nothing else in this moment mattered to me after Jax spoke. I dropped to the floor as my son held me, screaming and crying.

Juice left the room when he started to cry from the scene before him. His overly bloody shirt didn't go unnoticed by me at all. Gemma and my son tried to console me.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?!" I screamed in tears at Clay. I started hitting him when he stood there and didn't answer me. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?!" I accuse him. I was thrashing and fighting so hard that my hair came loose. Mascara was running down my cheeks, eyes puffy and red. My son was pulling me away with tears in his own eyes. "Ma, calm down," he says sternly, trying to push me back. I was still shoving Clay as everyone watched in pain. Tara rushed the kids into another room as I acted out in rage. Jax looked sorry as well as the others.

I sat down with my son and Gemma after a moment, bawling my eyes out.

"Oh, God. Oh, God. FUCK!" I yell out to no one. "This is all your fault," I point and kept repeating to Clay. Gemma looked up at her husband after rubbing my curly hair back and trying to hush me. My son walked away after a few minutes, slamming a chair and breaking it before he left.

Clay lit a cigar and took me bashing him, knowing what I said was true...

YEARS BEFORE

"Tell her to come over here," a raspy voice says. I was a bartender at a strip club with my best friend, Lacey. She had a customer who apparently thought I was sexy. He would always come in here with his little friend, Kozik, and drink.

Happy was the guy's name. I laughed the first time Lacey mentioned his name. He didn't think it was funny. That only made me laugh even more. He looked rough around the edges. But I didn't expect anything less. They were in a motorcycle gang, I tell myself.

He had wavy, curly, long hair. Tan skin with ripped muscles. He also had lots of tattoos. I was naturally attracted to him, to be honest.

He would always try to flirt with me when they came here. I didn't give him the time of day though. He didn't like that. Guess he wasn't used to females denying his advances. They would try and invite us to their club parties and have "fun" with them. Lacey would rush to agree cause she liked Kozik. But she would only go if I went with her.

And y'all already know how that played out.

"Why? She's just gonna say no. Cause she's BORING," Lacey screamed the last part to me so I would look over at them.

I give her an air kiss, ignoring Happy's smirk. I was shaking up a margarita when he decides to stride over. He looked so fucking good. I noticed his height for the first time as he stood. He had to be around 6'3, I think. Hmmm, I smirk to myself as he gets closer. I was 5'11 and had terrible luck with short guys liking me. And they were overly confident about it, so Happy was surprisingly off to a good start.

"Nicole," my name rolls off his tongue perfectly. I ignore him, smiling slightly. He walks closer to the bar counter, "Why don't you wanna come with us?"

"I don't know you, Hap," I look up at him through my long eyelashes. His eyes were fixated on my breasts. I smack my lips and he apologizes. He laughs after a second. "What?" I put my hand on my hip with attitude. "You say you don't know me but you used my nickname like you do," he replies.

I giggle and quickly stop when I realized so. He had a cocky look on his handsome face. I look to my right and Kozik and Lacey were watching intently. They act like they were having a conversation when I caught them.

"If I go, you have to respect me and treat me like a lady. I'm not one of those crow whores or whatever y'all call them," I let him know. He gives a deep laugh, "Wouldn't think of it."

"Okay." I stop when Lacey squeals in excitement. She coughs and goes back to work. I shake my head and look back at Happy. "We get off in thirty. Can y'all wait for us to change after?" I ask.

"What you got on is perfect," he says in a serious tone. His eyes were dark and lusty when he said it too. I stare at his thick lips and start thinking naughty. That voice is gonna be the death of me, I confess to myself. It sent chills up my spine.

"Yeah, we look fine," Lacey chimes in after not caring anymore. I roll my eyes and look at our outfits. I had on a white crop top, tight jeans with high heeled black boots. My leather jacket was on the coatrack in the back room. My hair was in it's natural state and down, curly.

Lacey had on a similar outfit but her top was a dark grey and she had on stilettos. She was a shopaholic for those shoes. Her red hair was in waves down her back as well.

I guess we looked decent enough.

"Alright," I agree.