"Smiles and Cracked Hearts" by Cat Lea
Disclaimer: First of all I own nothing except for the Original Characters in this story which I have yet to name. Sons of Anarchy and the Characters belong to the Genius Mr. Sutter and the wonderful actors who play them.
Author Notes: This is an SOA story that is set some time after Season 4 end. Most of this one will follow storylines already set but will be have a little of my own history for some of the characters too.
Chapter One
Pulling into the parking lot of the bar Happy is already shaking his head with disgust because he knows what most likely is inside this dive. Not that it should have surprise him any but he was hoping for something just a little bit better this time around. He had hoped this place would be different with something or he should say someone that could hold his interest with some conversation for a while or even a good fuck without the possibility of picking up an STD even through a condom. But by the look of the outside of this place he doubted if either of those things would happen here but he knows it will be easier to do what he has to in a place like this. He pulls his motorcycle into a parking spot next to another Harley and glances over at it seeing that it is a 1965 Harley Davidson pan-head custom chopper with a lot of chrome work along with a red and black paint job. It looked to be well cared for and with most of the original parts too, which impresses him. He also notices the paint job on the black gas tank and raises and eye wondering about the rider for a few seconds. The paint job is of about two dozen or so red broken hearts etched into it along the sides. About a dozen of those had dates on them while the rest where blank. In the center on the top of the tank is the largest broken heart of them all and by itself. On that one there are the initials H.J.Q. along with a born date and death date etched into the design. He gets off his motorcycle after parking it glad that it not too far from the door so that he can keep an eye on it just in case there is a need to get out of there fast if he has too for some reason.
He walks through the doors of the bar looking around with a feeling like he is casing the joint. As he walks into the bar the first thing he notice is that this is just another dirty dive with power drinkers, whores and drug addicts all looking to score in one way or another not that he expected anything different really. After all he was sent here to do a job and to do it before any more damage could be done by the asshole he was sent to find and take out of the picture. Tonight he is just here to do a little recon and to see what his best options were to make sure the job went right without any hitches. But tomorrow he would be back and do the job and being a dive this was just the place that he would expect to find anyone that was playing both sides and being a rat to boot with the ATF agents who were out to nail their asses but good.
As he looks around the room second thing he notices is her. He can tell with just one look that she is not someone you would normally find here in this dive. She didn't look like a whore or addict or even a power drinker but more like a woman with a bit of danger to her. She was someone who has a way of drawing you to her and one he bet knew how to use when she needs it or wanted it. He slowly looks her up and down with a sharp intake of breath as he looks her over. He can feel that she is watching him too up in the big mirror on the wall behind the bar but doesn't glance up to see if his feeling is right. He slowly looks at her from her waist length curly soft and shiny strawberry blond hair to her curvy waist and down to her ass that is covered in tight black leather pants. That ass looks to him like it was meant to be gripped in the throes of hot sex or spanked to bring pleasure at just the right time to finish her off. Just the right size and shape for his hands to hang on to as he pounds into her deep and hard. He then moves down her legs to the knee length four inch spiked heeled boots and lets out a little moan as his body responds. He realizes that she stands about five seven or eight with the boots but that she is actually about five three or four without those heels and maybe a hundred and fifteen pounds at most. She was just the right size to be picked up and fucked against a wall without any trouble.
As he is looking at her she moves forward a bit and then turns around as his eyes slowly glides up her legs stopping for a moment to wonder if he would find a patch of that curly soft and silky strawberry blond covering her pussy and making her a natural strawberry blond because to him it didn't look bottled for once. He growls at just the thought of it and the feeling of himself starting to tighten in his jeans a bit with want. He drags his eyes on up to her waist than slowly slides over the form fitting black leather and lace top to her curvy hips. He draws in a slow and deep breath as he moves his eyes on up to where the top of her nice sized rack is showing at the top of the form fitting black top she is wearing just peeking over the lace that lines the top edge of it. He can tell just by looking that they are just the size he likes. Which would be a 36 C which to him that was a perfect size because it was enough to handle but not overdone, plus they were not fake ones either but natural with a perfect shape. He then moves his eyes on up and onto her face liking the soft shape of her lips that are just made to be kissed. Lips that he would love to kiss till swollen than he could see them wrapped around his cock till he couldn't stand it any longer.
All of a sudden his eyes are drawn to her eyes like a pyro to a fire. He looks into her deep sea green orbs and feels as if he could be lost in them forever and not give a damn if he was. He sees she has looked at him with a bit of a smile and a raised eye. He can tell by the look that she is giving him that she knows he was checking her out. He looks back with a slight smirk not caring that she knows for a few seconds. She gently licks her lips before turning with the bottle of Jack Daniels and the glass in her hand and heading to the back of the bar. She disappears for a few seconds from his sight into the crowd before he sees she has settled in a chair at a table alone looking down after opening the bottle and pouring some. He almost wishes that she would look up at him again just so he could see those eyes again. With a shake of his head he turns and moves over to the corner of the bar where he orders himself a beer and a shot of Jack Daniels. He then sits down to watch the room trying to get his mind back on business and what he was there to do. Not that he doesn't glance her way every once in a while too just to see if she is still there. After all once his business of recon was done for his job tomorrow who knows maybe he would go over and strike up a conversation with her or ask her back to his room for a good long and hard fucking session.
After she had walked into the bar she found a table in the back corner a good place to see everything and anything that goes on and not really be noticed watching. She had left her long leather duster on one of the chairs and then makes her way up to the crowded bar. As she is standing at the bar waiting for the bar tender to come her way she is thinking what a fucking dive this place is. Nothing but addicts, whores and drunks but than what did she really expect this place to be like? After all if it wasn't a dive than most likely the man she was looking for wouldn't even come into a place that wasn't like this. She already knew he was a low life piece of shit but then she also knew he would be here tomorrow just like she was told without a doubt. And then she could do more than check the place out to see what her best choices were and how to handle what she had too. She would take care of business like she was being partially paid to do not that the money was what she really wanted. This time hopefully this job really would pay off what she needed it too so that she was finally free. Not that she would hold much hope out for that to really be happening. But either way she was here to do a job and that is what she was going to do and always did.
As the bar tender comes over she orders a bottle of Jack Daniels and a glass from the man who looked at her like she was nuts but went to grab it any way. She glances up at the floor to ceiling mirror on the wall behind the bar and glances around the people sitting around the bar. That is when she sees something that makes her breath catch in her chest and her pulse quickens a bit. What she seen was a man but not just any man but one that could only be a biker walking into the bar from outside. He walks in and looks around the room like he casing the joint for a hold up or something. She looks him up and down with a soft purr and a tightening in her lower stomach. She feels his eyes on her back looking her up and down and watches him as he is doing just that with a small smile playing on her lips. She never has been into guys that were shaven bald and normally wouldn't even have given him a second glance either. But something tonight about the tall bald stranger has her watching him with intenseness like she has never watched any man before and finding him quite sexy in a bad boy dangerous kind of way too. Not that she hasn't always been drawn to bikers or bad boys after all it in her blood in so many ways. But this one made her feel like she couldn't look away. She could tell just by watching him that he had a power to draw any woman to him and by the way he was standing there just inside the door she knew he knew how to use it too when he wanted or needed too. There was almost a danger coming off him in waves as she watches him looking her up and down from where he was. Hell other people must have sensed it too because they all seem to move a little bit away from him as if to stay out of his radar.
Though another thing that she also did notice to was that quite a few of the women in the bar were giving him a look of want or even plain had lust in their eyes. She doesn't mind that he is checking her out after all she is doing the same with his image in the mirror and she was enjoying what she was seeing. The first thing she notices after the fact he is shaven bald is that he is tall about six feet two she guessing with a great body and build. What she sees is someone who works for a living and not afraid to get dirty she bet too. He had wide strong chest and shoulders with arms that she could tell where strong in the tight black t-shirt he has on. She smiles a little as she looks up and down his arms at all the tattoos on them once more letting out a little purr and wondering if he had more under that shirt. She glances at his hands and wonders how they would feel on her ass as she rode him. Shaking her head and laughing at herself softly as her eyes moved down from his upper body stopping at what she is sure is a good size cock under a slight bulge in his pants. This causes her to think once more about riding it or even sucking on it till he couldn't stand it anymore. With a lick of her lips she drags her eyes away to look down and seeing the strong legs in tight black jeans and motorcycle boots and knows he is defiantly the biker she though he was one hundred percent. Now all she wanted to know was if he was the bad boy too?
After handing the bar tender a couple hundred and telling him to keep the change she takes her bottle of Jack Daniels and the glass turning and waiting a second till he checks out the front of her watching his face and noticing his almost mask like features giving little away to anyone looking. That is till his beautiful deep and dark eyes which were almost cold and detached meet her sea green ones. They change right in front of her from cold to wanting. She can see the want in his eyes and is sure he can read the same in hers as they look at each other for a few seconds. She smile a little tilting her head a bit before turning and heading to the back of the bar away from him and into the crowd so she can turn her head and quickly glance over her shoulder to see him looking for her. She turns back and sits down in her chair at the table in the back and after pouring herself a drink looks partway down so he doesn't see the smile on her face when she sees he has seen where she sat down. He then turns and damn all she can think about is how hot his ass is in those jeans and how much she would love to sink her nails into that after running them over his head and down his back. She watches as he walks over to the corner of the bar and orders a beer and a shot. She shakes her head and tries to get his mind back on the business she is there to do. Though she is still peeking ever so often at the sexy tattooed bald biker and wondering how it would feel to be naked and sweaty with him.
