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Chapter 2

Cj had checked on the man she had dubbed as sleepy, that's all he had done so far. It was 8AM now and she had to try and wake him up, make sure there was no lingering concussion. The dressings that went on his body last night were still looking good, she took out the IV and shook his shoulder.

"Hey wake up, come on sleepy head" Cj said loudly shaking his shoulder a little harder. After trying to wake him for about a minute Cj started to get worried, had he slipped into a coma during the night?

Happy POV

Happy had woken up when he heard movement in the hall way. The first thing he unconsciously noticed was that he was warm and in a bed. His body ached, stung and tugged without relief, he was starving and in desperate need of a shower. He looked around the dimly lit room to see it was bare, white walls, small end table, and throw rug. It looked like a hotel room there was no real personality to it. He noticed a needle in the back of his hand, tubes and a big bag of clear liquid. He didn't have time to tug it out

Happy quickly closed his eyes when he saw the doorknob turn; he pretended to be asleep when the person, a woman who smelled like strawberries shook his aching shoulder for over a minute. She called out to him, asking him to wake up. What is this happy thought, a new kind of torture? Make him think he's been rescued then BAM more knives and hot steel.

He felt the small needle leave his skin, for that he was grateful; it would be easier to escape this way. He would need to bide his time, see when was the best chance for his getaway.

ACROSS TOWN AT THE CLUBHOUSE (3rd Person POV for rest of chapter)

Clay sat at the head of the table in church. All his men tense, worried and angry thinking of what may have happened. Angry that their brother had been kidnapped and there was no sign of him. All except his bike they found on the side of the highway, no blood or bullet holes but they had a feeling that the men responsible for taking Happy didn't want him dead.

"Anything new?" clay asked juice who was monitoring Happy's bank accounts. Just in case whoever took him used his credit card.

"Nothing, no activity anywhere" juice ran a tired hand down his face.

"The only thing that makes sense is that Zobelle guy who showed up at the party last week. " Jax said grinding his teeth in anger, he couldn't wait for retaliation.

"Well let's go see what our new friends have to say about the subject." Clay said standing, "do I have to put this to a vote" he asked knowing the answer.

As everyone stood up and grabbed their phones clay couldn't help but wonder if happy was still alive. His brother would never sell out his club. Happy had only his mother to live for now, hopefully that was enough to keep him strong.

It didn't matter how many people needed to be 'persuaded' to talk, they all would. Clay thought with knowing smirk.

The residents of Charming always knew when something was going down with the local MC; it was in the way they drove, walked and the way they made people talk. Seeing them walk into the newest shop on Main Street made the harming residents think twice about going to buy some cigars.

"Hello friend" clay said as he walked past the closed sign into the cigar shop.

"We are closed" a voice came from behind the counter.

"Not for us" Tig all but growled making sure his safety was off on his gun.

All the brothers drew their guns as Ethan Zobelle stood up; he saw the guns and shook his head.

"Is this any way for the saviours of Charming to be acting in broad daylight?" he said pompously.

"Where's Happy!" Jax yelled at him, not waiting for the peasantries to be over. It took all his power not to rush the man and beat the hell out of him.

"I don't know who you're talking about, but if he's missing this time of year; I would be worried about the animals getting him." Said Weston as he came around the corner from behind Zobelle with his own gun drawn.

Ethan turned and glared at his right hand, the biker was supposed to have been dead not fed to the animals.

"see, I have no idea where your friend is, so if you would please exit my premises, or I will call the police and have you forcibly removed" Zobelle said trying to hide his anger.

As the MC filed out Zobelle turned to Weston, his hand closing around the man's throat. "Why isn't he dead?" Yelled Zobelle as he pushed his right hand to the ground.

Happy was done waiting; he had to get back to the clubhouse to tell Clay what happened. He had not heard any movement in the last ten minutes and decided that it was now or never.

His head spun a little when he stood, after getting his bearings he opened his door very slowly; looking through the crack both ways. Seeing no danger he quietly exited the room. All he saw was a long hallway, doors littering only one side. He looked in all of them as he made his way to the far end. They were all bedrooms some like his own, bare. A few were lived in but empty. When he got tot eh end of the hall there was no exit, he growled and punched the wall in anger. Momentarily forgetting the danger it could bring him. He heard a small intake of breath and he turned quickly.

He saw the woman at the other end of the hall; she had a surprised look on her face.

"What are you doing out here! You should be in bed resting" she said as she came closer to him.

Happy weighed his options; he was hurt, in no shape to take out the men who burned him so badly. Not to hurt to make this woman give up all the info he needed to get home. He took a small step towards her, making sure to keep his hands relaxed.

"Who are you" he said slowly.

"I'm-" the woman started to say but happy didn't let her finish his fist driving into her jaw.

CJ was surprised that the man was standing but saw stars when his punch came from nowhere. Thankfully her years of martial arts training kicked in. She didn't fall or whimper; there were no tears that Happy could see. Instead she aims a fast kick to his shin and went to punch him on the gut.

Happy was not ready for the kick, but he was ready for the punch. He grabbed her wrist and pulled, his weight overcame her ability to defend herself when he threw them both to the floor. CJ lost her breath as she hit the floor and saw stars as her head hit the floor with a crack.

"Where am I" Happy said lowly, shifting to sit on her stomach, holding both her wrist close to his chest.

She took quick breaths, vaguely aware that she was bested in her own house. Her mouth was filling with blood, it ran down her cheek.

"At my house, west of charming"

"Why did you kidnap me" happy said giving a pull on her arms making her head hit the floor again.

"I didn't, I found you in the middle of the road. You were beaten and bleeding. I brought you here, this is a safe house. I didn't think you wanted to go the hospital" CJ said quickly looking into his dark chocolate eyes, she tried to look the part of the hurt woman as she shifted her legs a bit.

Happy felt her legs shift and knew before she made her move what she was doing. CJ shifted her hips up hard and brought her legs up in an effort to buck the man off her. He moved to quickly, standing and shoving her at the nearest wall.

"Stop!"CJ yelled at him, "I did not do this to you!"

"Bullshit" happy yelled back at her. He saw her look around and closed his eyes when she spit blood in his face.

"I have tapes of me bringing you here, let me go" CJ gave a growl of her own.

Happy let he wrists go, took his knee out from between her legs and looked at her after he took a few steps back. She had dark brown hair to her shoulders, light brown eyes; she was tall; almost as tall as he was. Slim but curvy he smirked at her. What was she doing here bringing him into her house like that? Was she insane Happy thought. He saw her glare and he looked her up and down and paused on her hips then her chest. She was wearing loose fitting jeans, a plain black tee and socks.

CJ felt an unfamiliar flutter in her stomach, she got to see the muscled man in action, he was still in his underwear; breathing heavy himself she almost blushed. Of all her boring relationships in her life, it was now she felt a flutter in her stomach.

"Follow me I'll show you, then you'll owe me an apology. I don't like to be taken down in my own house." CJ said pushing off the wall and walking back in the direction of the room he was kept in.

They walked to the end of the hall, Happy kept his distance and the woman did not look over her shoulder at him. At the end of the hall there was a lever that Happy didn't see when le exited her room. The wall pushed open into a kitchen.

"Come on" she said pushing the wall back in place.

Happy looked around, the kitchen was big, a island in the middle, blue tile counter tops, fresh herbs in the window sill, pots hanging from the ceiling. He looked back at where he came from and he saw no door. A shelf of dry food products there instead, he gave her a curious look.

"I told you, this is a safe house. That's a secret hallway where people can stay if they need help. If you don't know it's there you would never find it." She rolled her eyes and opened the closet where she kept her security footage.

She rewound the video to last night; Happy saw her pull up, a large man take him into the house, carrying him over his shoulder. The camera changed to the kitchen and hallway then to the bedroom.

He saw them start the IV, do the dressings, everything,

"Where did you find me?" Happy asked feeling cold. He now just realised he was in his underwear.

"A few miles up the road, I'll get you some clothes. Is there anyone you want to call, someone who can come get you?" CJ said; she turned her back on him again which annoyed happy. He wanted to see her face again. He felt mildly bad for punching her, he did really. Knowing now that she was not the one who did this to him.

She brought him a pair of track pants and a sweater and threw them at him.

"The phone is by the computer. Feel free to get out anytime" CJ was more pissed off that he had one upped her. What was the point of being a black belt if you couldn't protect yourself? She had a slight headache; her jaw hurt and winced when she put ice on it.

Happy frowned, he heard her talk to him this morning when she was trying to wake him up. She had a caring sweet voice, now she was cold and glaring at him.

Happy picked up the phone and dialled the clubhouse, if he called the prepay number it could still be tracked.

"Hello" a gruff voice said.

"Piney, it's happy"

"Jesus, where are you! Are you ok?" Piney fired off the questions rapidly. Happy could hear Piney snap his fingers quickly and then more movement through the phone.

"Im fine, I need a pick up at..." Happy looked at the woman again, the icepack on her jaw, she thrust a card into his hand. Happy gave the address and knew that he would be picked up ASAP.

"About your face..."Happy trailed off.

"Don't worry about it, I've been through worse." They looked at each other, staring; daring the other to blink.

"I'm Happy" he said finally hearing his stomach growl.

"CJ...want some breakfast?" she asked while taking a few Tylenol.

There was no answer, just a nod. CJ was used to men like this. Strong silent types; spoke only when they had something to say. She met enough of them in the army when she was overseas.

Happy was starving; he didn't remember the last time he ate. Thinking to himself about how the hell he was going to explain to his brothers that he was saved by a woman. He would forever get his balls busted for this.

CLUBHOUSE
"CLAY!" piney yelled as he walked into the yard of Teller-Morrow auto repair.

Clay came out of the garage office, "What?"

"Found him" it was all piney had to say, Clay gave a quick whistle to the rest of the boys and they went into church. First they had to know what they were going into.

"Let's go get our boy" clay smiled at the rest of the MC