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"Alley what are you doing in Charming?" He asked again. "You okay? Ma, alright?" he asked seriously, dark eyes boring into mine silently demanding answers

I stepped back waving off his concern "I bought a store front here, Hap. Finally getting to open my boutique!" I said excitedly. "Today I'm officially Charming's newest resident, got a house and everything. Didn't Maria tell you?" I asked confused. Happy and I haven't really been in direct contact for the quite some time. We talked maybe one or two times a year never very consistent and when we did talk anymore it was normally about Maria and her health. Hell, I haven't actually seen him in damn near 5 years. Maria, Happy's mother however, normally kept me updated on what he was up to and I guess I assumed she told him what was going on with me. Yet, every year around my birthday there would be a little gift left inside my house or apartment or where ever I was staying at the time with nothing but a smiley face to let me know who it was from. How he always knew where I was and how he always got inside without detection I'll never know but it was just one aspect of a very strange bond we shared that I never questioned. I was honestly surprised he had no idea I was making this big move.

"Nah, she probably didn't tell me because I wouldn't approve. I thought you were doing good out in Portland? Finishing school and that shit." He said only now realizing how close Jax and I were standing and his eyes narrowed at the younger man. "Come on Al, I'll take you home we got some things we have to talk about." His voice was firm and I could tell he was pissed but I couldn't understand why. Why wouldn't he want me here?

"I graduated 2 years ago Hap, I never planned on staying in Portland. And actually, I was just going to grab my bag from Jax's room so I could finish some paperwork for a loaner…" I started to explain but happy cut me off.

"No need, I'll take you home and why do you need a loaner, where's the truck?" His tone was harsh and before I could even answer his question his gaze cut to Jax "We will go get your bag, go sit at the picnic table and wait for me." I knew he was going to 'talk' to Jax once inside probably give him the same speech he gave a few of his Tacoma 'brothers' one of the few times I was there to visit. Something along the lines of off limits, blah-blah-blah macho man speech. It will never cease to irritate me when he gets like this. I'm not a piece of fucking property.

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10 years earlier, Bakersfield CA.

It was unseasonably cold and wet tonight. I had been kicked out of the house (again) about 2 weeks ago and I had no intentions of going back this time. It was only a few months until my 18th birthday there was no real reason for me to head back to my foster home, I could survive on the streets for the time being. Ginnie, my most recent foster mother wasn't a bad person (compared to some of the other foster parents I've had) but a lot of the men she brought home were. So after a huge argument over this newest piece of shit she was dating who was just a little too handsy and a little too drunk and/or high all. the. time. like, you know every other guy she dated. I was finally kicked out for "being an ungrateful little bitch" (their words not mine) and I was perfectly okay with that. They even gave me a nice black eye to remember them by but at least it was almost healed and this point.

Earlier that day I had met with Ruth's lawyer sadly, I had to wait until I was 18 to receive whatever it was she left me in her will. The lawyer Mr. Grant, explained she did that for legal reasons so that my foster guardian wouldn't be able to take it from me being that I was still legally a minor. Leave it to Ruth to always think 2 steps ahead. Mr. Grant also informed me of something that broke my heart, apparently Ruth had been only days away from completing the paperwork necessary for her to legally adopt me before she was shot. She never told me she was planning to do that, she wanted it to be a surprise.

Learning that new information is what lead me to an alleyway next to a bar drinking a bottle of whiskey I had bought off a bum. I decided I was going to drink away the pain of having the only real mother figure I'd ever known stolen from me. My birth mother over dosed when I was 6 and I've been in the system ever since. I was alone, completely and totally alone, and the only thing I wanted right now was to numb the pain. So, there I sat in the proverbial gutter drinking straight from a bottle of Jim Beam living out my family legacy.

I don't know how long I was sitting there in the alley cold and wet, eyes closed, resting the back of my head against the brick wall behind me before he spotted me. I heard heavy footsteps approach me and stop only a few paces away.

"You okay kid?" A gruff voice asked.

"Oh yeah, peachy." I said sarcastically taking another swig from the bottle and starting to laugh a little at myself. "What in the world would possibly give you the impression I wasn't okay?" I continued to laugh which quickly turned into small sobs. Stupid drunken yo-yo emotions. I took a few deep breaths to compose myself and regain my poker face before looking at the man before me. He was tall, tattoos peaked out on his visible skin including his head, and hott damn he was built even through his clothes you could just tell. I'm sure to many he looked scary as hell but not to me. He wore jeans, a black hoodie, some leather vest and boots and when I looked into his eyes even in my drunken state I could tell they were so dark I'm sure some would mistake them for black but they were also expressive.

"Is she okay Mijo?" I heard a women's voice call from the side walk.

"She's alive Ma, just drunk." The stranger called back. I could hear smaller more dainty footsteps coming closer I could only assume belonged to his mother.

"Good lord, Happy! She's a baby! Help her up, she'll catch her death out here or worse this no place for a young woman to be herself! Especially in this state!" The woman's voice kind and yet it held authority.

"Ma…" The man who she referred to as 'Happy' sounded like he wanted to do anything but what she asked.

"Don't you sass me Happy Lowman! I brought you into this world and I can and will take you out of it." The woman said firmly. I started laughing again, I liked her. She shared her son's dark features however she was only about half his size but clearly didn't let that stop her from letting him know who was the boss… she reminded me of Ruth and it was bitter sweet.

"Fine." Was all happy said and he lifted me up off the ground like a sack of potatoes and through me over his shoulder.

"Wo-oah, watch it big boy! I can walk." I tried to wiggle free but his grip was too strong.

"Mijo set her down, were not kidnapping the girl!" his mother joked. Once my feet were planted back on the ground I turned to try and run but I felt a small hand grasp my wrist. "Sweetheart, we're not going to hurt you. My name is Maria Lowman; this is my son Happy. Where is a safe place I can take you? I can't in good conscience leave a child out in this weather, drunk, and in the gutter" her voice was calm and soothing and for some godforsaken reason I decided to trust here.

"I don't know, a shelter? Maybe? I don't really have a place to go." I said with a shrug kicking at the ground with my boots.

"What's your name?" Maria asked.

"Allison." I answered meekily.

"Let me get a good look at you Allison." Maria said taking a step forward and reaching her hand out towards my face. I flinched away, I didn't mean to it was just a natural reaction at this point. "No one's going to hurt you Allison." Maria soothed as she pushed my hood back and moved my dark, wet hair away from my face. I kept my eyes down in shame. "My lord! Allie! Allie Peirce!? You're Ruth's Allie, aren't you?" she exclaimed. Hearing Ruth's name my eyes shot up and struggled to focus on the woman in front of me. "Do you remember me? I know we only met a few times but I was a friend of Ruth's, in her church group. Oh, Mija I'm so sorry Ruth was a good woman and she loved you so much." Maria embraced me in a way only a mother can, at least how I always imagined a real mother would. I tried so hard to fight it but I started to cry and clung to that tiny angel of a women like she was my only lifeline.

"Ahem." Happy cleared his throat. I honestly forgot he was there. "So where are we dropping off the Alley Cat?" he asked. I glared at the nick name.

"Mijo!" Maria scolded. "She is not a stray! And we aren't dropping her off anywhere she is coming home with us."

"Ma, no. I know you and you—" Happy was cut off

"Happy Lowman, this is not a debate." She stated so calmly it was almost scary. "This sweet girl is hurting and needs help. Ruth was a dear friend and a good woman who was taken from us too soon. She loved Allison like her own and that is all I have to know about her." Maria had fire in her eyes as she scolded the large man before us. He ran I hand down the front of his face clearly exasperated.

"Fine." He sighed in defeat. "Let's just go."

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Present Day, Charming California

I sat at the picnic table like a child who just got yelled at by her parents for being bad. What the hell was Happy's issue? I'm almost 28 fucking years old for Christ's sake! He doesn't just get to show up in my new home town where I'm living out my dreams and make me feel like I did something wrong. And why the hell wouldn't he approve of me living in Charming? What's wrong with it? Too close to his precious club? It was his mom that suggested looking here for a store front!

Needless to say I was pissed. "fuck this." I mumbled to myself and I got up and started walking towards the front gates of the compound. I'd walk home, I wouldn't give him the satisfaction to dragging me out of there like a scolded child. I figured I'd have about a 10-minute head start before he came back out and hopefully he wouldn't think to ask Jax where my house was.

After about a half an hour walk I had made it to my house and to my dismay there was a bike sitting in my drive way. "Fuck, how does he always do that? And how the hell did he get in my house?" I walked up to the front door and seriously debated on turning around and sleeping in my shop. Right as I unclasped my keys from the d-ring hanging off one of my belt loops the front door opened and I was pulled inside.

"What the hell Happy!? How'd you even know where I live, much less get in my house?" I demanded

"Al, I told you to wait for me! And your address was listed on the paperwork you filled out for Gemma, genius." He said. Damn, I forgot about that.

"What do you want from me Hap? I didn't know you were here nor did I know you'd have a problem with me being here! It was your mother who suggested I look into store fronts and properties in or near Charming! I thought you'd be happy for me!" I shouted my temper was getting the better of me he always had a way of getting me riled up.

"Al, I told you before… I have enemies, there are people who would use you to hurt me and to hurt the club. I told you to stay away to keep you safe. Ma knows that, I don't know why she would suggest Charming to you." he sighed.

"Yeah, I have to stay away for my safety but not too far away right? Gotta stay on the west coast so you can pop in whenever it's convenient to you maybe get a good fuck if you're lucky." I growled out. "And she probably suggested Charming because it's the perfect fit for me and wants me to be happy! " I retorted I was pissed. I wasn't the drunk 17-year-old he was forced to rescue from a back alley 10 years ago. I didn't need him to protect me from his life and I never asked him to in the first place. "I'm a grown ass woman Hap! I can handle my shit."

He ran a hand down the front of his face in frustration and punched the wall, leaving a fist sized hole. I flinched more out of surprise then fear but he still noticed and took a deep breath to try a calm himself a little better. "I'll fix that." He sighed motioning to the wall. "Allison, I know you're a grown ass woman." He took a few steps forward and my heart began to race. "I know you can handle your shit, I'm not worried about that; I'm worried about my shit!" He placed his hands on my hips and pressed his forehead to mine. "My life, this life, here. It isn't safe for the people close to us and it probably never will be and I can't protect you when you put yourself in the fucking eye of the storm." His voice was low and gravely I could tell he was using all of his self-control to contain his temper.

"I never asked to be protected. I not have ever wanted you to keep me at arm's length 'for my own good'. But you have to believe me I didn't come here for you and you made it pretty clear the last time I saw you that there will never be an us, at least not anything real." I sighed taking a few steps back from him. "I have no interest in you or your club, only reason I was there was because Frankie broke down and they are the only shop in town. I'm not getting involved with the Sons, if you weren't in Charming they never would have known we have ties, I know to keep my mouth shut." I ran a hand through my long hair and took a deep breath. I was not mentally prepared for this today.

"Yeah, I could see how little interest you have in my club as Jax is getting ready to take you to his room. What the fuck Al I told you to stay away from my fucking brothers." He was pissed again, great. Pissed and getting territorial over something he had no claim to… yup this night isn't going to go well.

"Don't do that! Don't try and act like a jealous boyfriend, you have no claim on me, you gave up that right! You have no say in who I do or don't want to fuck. You told me years ago whatever was between us was a mistake that you don't want me in your life like that, I moved on. So if I want to fuck Jax, which I'm not saying I do, but if I did, then I fucking will!" I was getting angry again. Happy broke my heart when he told me we were a mistake I loved that man and if I was being honest I still did but I'd never admit that. He had no right to break into my home and tell me I didn't belong here and who I could be around because it inconvenienced him and him club.

"Alley, I'm trying to keep you from getting hurt! I never said I don't want you, I just can't have you! I would never forgive myself, hell, Ma would never forgive me if something happened to you because of my life!" He was yelling now.

"You know what Hap? Fuck you! You are so lucky my house is empty or else I would have started throwing shit at your thick skull 5 minutes ago!" I yelled back. He started to walk towards with a look in his eyes that I'm sure was the last thing some people ever saw. My heart was racing and although instinct told me to run I stood my ground. I know he won't hurt me but that doesn't change me fact he looked scary as hell.

"What did you say?" His voice was low and threatening. Our faces were only mere inches from each other, his expression was stone cold and looked murderous. I tilted my chin up ever so slightly so I was looking directly in his eyes. I puffed up my chest and a squared my shoulders while taking a small step forward. I wanted to make it abundantly clear he did not scare me and that I was not taking his shit, not tonight.

"Fuck. You." I punctuated each word as I said it while maintaining eye contact and I knew if looks could kill I'd be dead.

He took a deep breath and his eyes darkened. His hands moved so quickly I barely saw them, he grabbed a handful of hair with one hand and grabbed my ass with is other while pulling me flat against his chest. He leaned down to a pressed searing kiss to my lips and felt myself melt into him. His kisses were demanding and rough but also held an intense passion. I bit his bottom lip and he growled pushing me against the wall. He lifted me by the hips and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I could feel his impressive length through his jeans and my core ached for him.

"Bedroom?" He asked.

"Doesn't matter I don't have any furniture yet." I said breathily.

"fuck it." He muttered and literally tore open my shirt I heard buttons fly off in different directions. He pulled his head back look at the newly exposed skin. I watched his gaze travel across my chest and over my plain black bra. If I had known this was going to happen I would have picked out sexier underwear but he didn't seem to mind. He roughly palmed my left breast and started to assault the curve of my neck with his mouth. His tongue teased over a scar I had just above my right collar bone an injury I know he still blamed himself for.

"Fuck, Happy. Please." I moaned

"Please what?" He hummed into my ear as I felt his hot breath dance across my skin sending shivers down my spine. And causing an aching heat to pool between my legs. If possible his voice was even lower and gravellier then normal. I'm fairly certain his voice alone could make me cum if he tried.

"Please, God, Happy I need you." I moaned out while grinding my hips against him. I needed friction, I needed to feel him. He pulled his knife out from his belt and grazed the tip across my collar bone not hard enough to cut me but enough to just lightly scratch the skin. My panting became faster and heavier as the knife traveled down the valley of my breasts and with the slightest flick of his wrist he cut through the center of my bra freeing my breasts. He began to retrace the path of the knife with his mouth while sheathed the knife.

"These are new." He rasped. As he closed his mouth around my nipple and flicked his tongue over the hard bud. As he pulled away he used his teeth to lightly tug at the barbell that pierced the sensitive flesh. I inhaled sharply and arched my back from the wall.

"Please Hap, stop teasing me. Please, please I need you." I was begging now. Just like he liked. I grabbed his member through his jeans and he groaned as I palmed him through the fabric. I moved to pull his shirt over his head and smiled at the sight before me. It seems over the past few years he has done a damn god job at maintaining his physique. I watched as the muscles of his arms and chest danced underneath the heavily tattooed skin. I also the addition of a few more smiley faces and if it was possible I was even more turned on. I ghosted my fingertips over his perfect chest and abs and saw the muscles flutter as I trailed lower reaching his belt.

Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the door. "You've got to be fucking kidding me" he growled pressing his forehead against mine and placing my feet back on the floor. He walked over to my kitchen counter wear I hadn't even noticed he put his kutte and jacket and pulled out a gun. "Stay behind me." He ordered as he walked back towards the door.

"Hap, it's probably just a nosy neighbor, we were yelling pretty loud earlier." I offered. The last thing I wanted was to meet my neighbors by Happy pointing a gun in their face.

"Happy! Brother, I see your bike I know you're there. Some shit went down Clay needs you." A voice sounded from the other side of the door. "I don't care how sweet the pus—" the man was cut off when Happy ripped open the door.

"Fuck Tig, why didn't you just call?" Happy growled and the man that I guess was called Tig.

"And miss the chance to meet the sweet piece of ass good enough to pull you away from a Friday night party? No, way." His smile was full of humor and mischief. Tig pushed into the house and paused at the sight of me. I was still leaning against the wall holding my shirt together since the buttons had all be torn off. I'm pretty sure there were bite marks peppering my neck and chest and I granantee my hair was hot mess. "Well damn." He said approvingly "Seems I missed the real party." His eyes traveled over me.

"Al put your shirt on." Happy commented.

"Yeah, let me get right on that... Oh wait, you didn't bring my bag with you and I don't have anything here." I replied snarkily.

"Ooo she's spunky I like it!" Tig said licking his lips. "Once you're done with Killa here come take a ride with me, I'll show you a good time."

Happy shot Tig a death glare "No." was all he said firmly and he walked over to the counter where his jacket and kutte laid. "Put this on." Happy said tossing me his leather jacket. He slid his t-shirt on and his kutte followed shortly after. "let's go." Was all he said and he turned to leave.

"I guess I'll see you tomorrow?" I questioned as both men started walking towards the door.

"You're coming with Al." he stated. I started to open my mouth to protest but he held up his hand and cut me off. "Don't argue with me Allison, just get on the damn bike and do what I tell you for once. I'm not leaving you in an empty house." His voice was firm and although I wanted to argue I knew better then to do so with one of his brothers present. I didn't like the way the club expected their women to follow orders without question but I knew better then to lip off with an audience. I wasn't his old lady, he made it very clear a long time ago I never would be but he sure as hell treated me like one whenever his brothers where around and it made me want to punch him in his very attractive face.

"Fine." I huffed. I finished zipping up his jacket and followed him out the door.

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When we got back to the club house it was pretty much cleared out. The only people still there were members and few of the scantily clad women who were probably too drunk to drive home anyways.

"You're going to stay in my room tonight. Just sit at the bar for a minute let me go grab your bag I left it in Gemma's office. Don't start any shit." Happy said.

I just nodded in response, I didn't want to fight with him here so I figured I'd just do what I was told. Not that I would start anything anyways, I didn't even know anyone!

"Well I'll be damned! My Alley Cat!" I heard a voice from behind me. I turned to see the face of someone I never expected to see here.

"Kozik? I didn't know you were here too?! What are you guys doing here?" I said hugging the blonde man before me.

"We're on loan from Tacoma. Club business." He stated with a shrug and I knew not to press the issue. "What are you doing here Alley Cat? You finally came 'round and needed to express your undying love for me, huh?" he joked. Unlike Happy, Kozik had made a point to stay in better contact even dropping by every couple of months. I always had a suspicion that he started doing this per request of Happy so he could keep tabs on me but since I actually grew to like the goofy blonde biker I never really pressed the issue.

"I didn't think my undying love for was a secret!" I feigned surprise, playing along with the joke. "No, live here now, bought a shop, a house, you know living the American dream." I smiled though it was only half-hearted. Happy's displeasure with my new home town weighed heavy on my mind.

"Wow, I'm surprised your Old Man was okay with you moving to Charming but good for you Alley Cat! I'm proud of ya, you've wanted that shop for as long as I've known you" He smiled while sipping his beer.

"He's not my Old Man, Kozik." I sighed. "You know as well as I that he's made that pretty clear. I don't need to ask his permission to live my life." I huffed, getting irritated again. "And you know he hates it when other people call me Alley Cat right? He thinks he has copyrights on the name or something."

"Why do you think use it so much?" Kozik smirked. "When are you two going pull your heads out of your asses and just make Maria happy and get married and pop out some demon spawn." He sighed.

I laughed darkly "Yeah, a few years ago I would have loved that idea. Now? Not so much. He wants me away from him and this club, I have no problem keeping my distance he's the one who keeps pulling me back. Hell, he's the one who dragged me back to the club house after I left. Talk about mixed messages." I grumbled. Kozik looked at me and just shook his head.

"Don't tell me you know this motherfucker?" Tig's voice sounded from the other side of me.

"Oh, get fucked Tig. I'm just trying to catch up with an old friend." Kozik said clearly annoyed by the intrusion.

"You offering 'Blondie'?" Tig shot back.

"Al." I felt Happy grab me by my elbow and start to pull me away from the two feuding men and towards a hall which I can only assume led to rooms of some sort. "I thought I told you not to start any shit." He hissed in my ear.

"All I did was sit down! I didn't do anything but talk to Kozik and Tig came over and got all hostile." I exclaimed.

"Just stay away when those two are around each other, bad blood." He commented while unlocking a door. He pushed through the threshold and dropped my bag on the bed. "Shower if you want, just stay in here until I get back. We got some club shit to handle." Was all he said and he turned and left.

Well, tonight was a roller coaster. What the fuck am I supposed to do now?

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Yay! New chapter! Let me know what you guys think so far. I really appreciate the love I received on the first installment and it definitely encourages me to get my ass in gear and update, so keep it coming! I'm thinking the chapter we'll do some more flashbacks and see some more of Alley's and Happy's history. But who knows I may change my mind. Anyways guys you rock, stay awesome!