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Chapter 1

Happy sat in the same chair he had been in for days; arms tied behind his back. His skin on fire where they pressed red hot steel into his chest, the knife wounds all over his body were sending shocks of pain to his brain with every breath. The over head light swung back and forth in the wet, mouldy room. The burns and knife wounds stung and ached, his body shaking from the cold air.

He recognized the group of men who had been torturing him for the last few hours; the same men who showed up at the clubhouse during the last party. They tried to beat the information out of him for the gun running business he was involved with. Happy would never give up SAMCRO, even if it took his life.

He could hear them talking, he couldn't hear every word. He strained to hear what they were saying. As the door opened he saw 2 of his captors well torturers, he could barely make out their faces with one eye swollen shut and the other barely open.

"We won't kill him yet, let's let the animals get him first" said the one they called Weston, the leader.

"Are you sure, Mr. Zobelle doesn't want any loose ends." Another voice said timidly.

"Are you questioning me? Now go drop him in the woods!" Weston yelled.

Happy could see their silhouettes come toward him and the butt of a gun sent in to the darkness.

CJ was driving home from her day of shopping in Oakland; she was tired, sore and looking forward to a hot bath. She was almost home, her eyes heavy when she spotted a large object in the middle of the road. Frowning she slowed, turning on her high beams to get better visibility she stopped her truck a few feet from the large form.

As soon as she got out her eyes widened as she realised it was a person who was half dead on the road. Shirtless, bleeding and barely breathing the form didn't move when she yelled, "hey, you ok?" obviously not you idiot, CJ thought to herself.

Turning she grabbed a blanket from the back seat and rushed to the person. She saw that it was a he, clad only in boxers. She laid the blanket beside him, he lay on his side. With a grunt CJ was able to roll the large man onto the blanket and wrap him in it. There were a million thoughts going through her head. After deciding that the hospital was out she grabbed the man's arm and pulled him to a sitting position.

With a push and a grunt she was able to get her arms under his armpits to drag him to her passenger side door. Turning she put one foot on the running board and pulled. Pulled more then threw her weight onto the back seat of the truck taking the wounded man with her.

A sigh and a wipe of her forehead CJ got him into her truck. CJ jumped back in her truck and dug in her purse for her cell phone, he neighbour Johnny was always willing to help her in a fix.

"Hey CJ what's up" came Johnny's voice after a few rings.

"Hey Johnny, I need your help. I found some guy in the middle of the road in pretty bad shape."

"Ok, want me to meet you at your house?"

"Yea thanks," CJ hung up her phone and threw it back in her purse.

She looked back at the beat up man and sighed, she had seen enough torture victims when she was in the army to know what it looked like. Hell she fixed them up after, giving her head a shake the pulled up to her house at the back door. It was the closest to her extra bedrooms.

Johnny was already there waiting for her when she cut off the engine and hopped out.

"What do we have this time?" Johnny asked.

"Found this guy in his underwear on the middle of the road, just after the highway turn off. He's been tortured."

Johnny didn't say anything frowned and opened the truck door and pulled the man and blanket toward him. Hefting the tall mystery man over his shoulder he followed CJ into the house.

"He can go into the first bedroom, if you put him on the bed ill get some supplies." CJ took her jacket off and opened her hall closet.

She grabbed a large metal bowl, clean cloths, towels, her dressing bag and anything else she could think of.

"Ok let's get you cleaned up shall we" CJ said looking down at the bruised, swollen face of a tanned, scruffy and very tattooed man.

CJ and Johnny worked silently, they had done this before. First they checked his throat for any obstruction. Cj knew it was clear because he was breathing but she checked anyways. Years of training had groomed her assessment skills. The lungs, his pulse and pupils were all normal. Pulse a little fast because his body was so beat up.

"Will you start an IV, just saline for now." CJ asked Johnny quietly.

Cleaning the wounds took a long time. Burns had to be treated very carefully; with he extra heat to the body slipping into shock was very likely as was dehydration. It took about an hour to get the IV started, wounds cleaned, dressed and a few stitches here and there.

Cj sagged into the chair beside the bed as Johnny cleaned the room up of all the supplies.

"You think he will wake up?" came Johnny's voice from the door way

"Yea, hope so. Not what you expected when I called you was it." Cj asked while studying the intricate tattoos on the man's left arm.

"Nope, I was expecting someone perfectly fine" Johnny smirked. "You want me to stay the night? Make sure there are no problems?"

"No thanks Johnny, you go get some sleep. I'm going to make sure our new guy here gets through the night." Johnny nodded and let himself out.

CJ stayed there for a few hours, monitoring her newest patient and thought about her life, and how she got here. Growing up in Connecticut her parents wanted her to be a part of "society" with the balls, dresses and a coming into society party. Her parents were very image conscious people. Putting her in any and all after school programs, everything from piano lessons and ballet to fencing and karate when she was 5 CJ had a very busy childhood.

Her life was just fine growing up, nothing exciting happened so when she turned 18 she enlisted into the army to experience the world. And that she did, going overseas to Europe and the Middle East and then to South Africa. She was a medic in the army; it was a mixture of many different skills. She had helped people all around the world. And when she came home all she saw was people needing help in her own country.

Her parents were happy she was honourably discharged after 5 years of service. In order to get her trust fund when she was 25 her parents forced her to go to university at the age of 23. University was hard, she didn't relate to anyone she met; she had seen and done too much. After graduating with a degree in psychology CJ still didn't know what to do with her life, so she continued to do what she knew. She helped people.

Anyone who needed help CJ did what she could. A family who was struggling got a few extra bags of groceries; CJ worked with the local police and the city and was able to convert her house into a safe house. Somewhere a person could go when they needed to get away. She got a lot of kids from abusive homes, recovering addicts; people who were paranoid and a few single moms who didn't know what to do.

So here she was, a beaten man in one of her rooms and couldn't help notice how ruggedly attractive he was. Sure she had boyfriends before but no one she had a connection with. She had long relationships but they had no fire, the sex was mediocre and there was no mystery or heart racing excitement.

She saw the toned muscles of his chest, stomach and arms, the strength they could have. His bald head and the tiny scars on his face were making her more curious about him. Her mind making up some story akin to the trashy romance novels she read. Saving the damsel in distress and smiled and shook her head. The things one's mind could think about when tired and with an insanely muscled, tan and attractive man in front of her.

Looking at the clock seeing it read 1:30AM she decided it was time to go to sleep. She would check on her sexy mystery man in a few hours.