Happy Lowman was a man of few words. He hated people in his business, especially his personal business but sometimes he had to endure his brothers and how nosey they could be.
They were all present two nights ago when one of Sons of Anarchy founding member's daughter came barreling onto their lot, into their party in search of the Tacoma Killer. They didn't miss the way he led her to his dorm room and they definitely didn't miss the amount of time she spent behind the closed door of Happy's room.
But there was one foolish man who dared himself to step up to Happy and question him: Kozik. Kozik had known Happy for a very long time, they didn't prospect together but there was a time when they both were nomads together and that's how they met. Instantly striking up a close friendship, the men were almost inseparable, unless their beds were being occupied at night, then they'd stray away from each other.
The men of SAMTAC expected Kozik to already have the answers to their questions of the Killer and the Princess of SAMCRO but he surprised them all with closed lips and wondering gestures just like them.
Kozik sat beside Happy at the bar. Leaning forward, he took the bottle of Jack from the counter and grabbed two shot glasses. Readjusting himself back on the stool, he passed one of the shot glasses toward Happy and the man looked at him gratefully.
"Tell me you aren't fuckin' Opie's little sister…" The way he said it was so casual as he filled the shot glasses to the brim.
Happy drank the liquor, calmly placing the shot glass back on the bar top and shrugged his shoulders. "What's it to you?"
Kozik cast a glance toward the Tacoma Killer, a smile painting itself onto the blonde's face. "What aren't you tellin' me, man?"
A deep, rich chuckle vibrated Hap's chest and he nodded his head. "I gotta get back to San Fran before it gets too late. I'll be there for a while so try to hold shit down, a'ight?"
Happy knew Kozik wasn't going to let that conversation just go, but he figured he could put the man off for a little bit until he could figure out what was happening to him.
Was he getting feelings for the blonde beauty? He didn't know much about her, except the information that he acquired from keeping his eye on her over the course of four months. He'd learned a lot of things about Hanna Winston but the only thing that seemed to keep him from treating her like the common sweetbutt he'd bedded before was the simple fact that he constantly thought about her.
Whether it be her smile, her ocean blue eyes, the way she moaned his name when he buried himself deep inside her during their brief experiences that happened almost two months ago… Happy Lowman was getting hooked. Maybe it was the fact that she wasn't scared of him… He couldn't place it. He just craved her attention. He wanted her and he wanted her bad.
He had a lot of time to himself on the twelve hour ride back to San Francisco. He spent most of it thinking about her and the other part of the time was spent thinking about how he was even going to be able to keep any distance from her when all he wanted to do was be so damn close to her.
These feelings were foreign to him but it didn't stop him from having them. He couldn't place it but somewhere between driving over the golden gate bridge and parking his motorcycle in front of her apartment building, he decided that he wasn't going to keep his distance; he was going to be close to her. He was going to be near her and he didn't give a damn about what anyone had to say about it.
He noticed her car was parked two spaces down from his motorcycle and approached the apartment. Walking the short flight of stairs, he pounded on the door. He waited for it open and when it finally did, he surely wasn't disappointed.
In front of stood the very reason for him even knocking on the door, for his new crazy ass feelings he had swimming around inside of him. Clad in a pair of black leggings and skin tight cheetah print crop top, Happy licked his lips at the sight of her.
"Hey, is everything ok?" Oh god, that voice could be the death of him if it wasn't her outfit that did him in.
"Yeah it is. I had to fuckin' see you. Is everything good with you?" As Hanna moved aside, he walked in the apartment and stopped in front of the couch. She pointed at it and nodded her head after she closed the door and walked further into the living room.
"Yeah, everything's good. Doctor told me to expect some symptoms, but everything seemed to go alright." Hanna sat down beside him, bringing her legs up to the coffee table. "You could've called; you didn't have to drive all this way."
"Had to see ya, didn't want to talk on the damn phone. Where you goin' dressed like that?" Happy waved his hand over her and raised his eyebrow. "Can't stay out of trouble if you go out lookin' that good."
"Movies with someone, later… What's going on? Why'd you have to see me?" Hanna crossed her arms over her chest and raised her eyebrow. Worry was trying to seep its way into her mind as she continued to question the man sitting beside her. Granted, she didn't mind seeing him and him being at her apartment; she was curious… what had him sitting there, tapping his leg like a madman.
Happy chuckled. A date? She just had an abortion and she was already going on a date. He'd be damned. "Nothing's goin' on, kid. Believe it or not, I kinda missed ya." He propped his legs up on the coffee table and crossed his arms over his chest.
"No sweetbutts at the clubhouse to give you any attention?" Hanna inquired, half jokingly, half serious.
"Watch your mouth, little girl." Happy pointed a finger at her. How dare she?
Hanna smirked. "Or what? You gonna put me in the ground like everyone else who's crossed you? Oh please, look at you… You're fuckin' shaking." Hanna jumped up, feeling her blood pressure rise as did her anger. "Admit it, Happy… you're getting feelings. I can tell by the way you're looking at me. You gave up on that whole protection bullshit when you decided to leave for a month and what now? You're back, using that as your angle so you can still see me whenever you want."
Happy jumped off the couch and grabbed her by her upper arms, applying pressure; he pushed her toward the sliding glass window. Affectively pinning her to the door by a hand to her hip, their faces were inches apart. "You think I won't hurt you just because you're the little princess of Charming? Bitch, you got another thing coming. You're nothing special… Why do you think I'd be getting feelings for you, huh? Because you were pregnant with my kid? You're not the first, probably won't be the last…" He spat at her, venom lacing his words.
"Fuck you! You can rot in hell, you sorry piece of shit… Now get the fuck off me and get out of my house!" Hanna pushed at his chest but he didn't budge. With a little more force, she pushed at his chest again and he fell backwards a little. His feet catching him before he could hit the floor, he watched her stalk toward him. He stayed in the same spot as if he was glued to that particular spot, he watched her raise her hand and watched as the hand connected with his face. Earning himself a very stinging cheek and a few tears rolling down the blonde's face.
"Don't fuckin' cry, kid. I'm an asshole, don't fuckin' listen to me." He grabbed her hands that were now covering her face and pulled to him. "I'm sorry, kid… stop. Just stop fuckin' crying." Apologies were foreign from the Killer but he'd definitely issue one out if need be and he definitely thought now was a perfect time for be apologizing. Hanna didn't deserve his rude words, he knew that from the get go.
Happy stood there, holding the blonde beauty as she cried and it finally hit him why she was really crying. Not because he was a monumental asshole but because he made a reference to the short-lived pregnancy. Not only did he refer to it but he made a bad reference and decided to bring it up in a bad manner. The abortion was still fresh to them and whereas, he shouldn't have used it against her either way, it stilled happened and he couldn't take it back now.
They both thought the abortion of the pregnancy was the best solution, granted Hanna felt like a colossal hypocrite considering she hated abortions and thought negative thoughts, she went out and had one herself. Just because they both agreed the abortion was what was best for everyone, it didn't change the fact that her feelings were hurt and she was actually saddened by the entire situation.
They stood like that, melted into each other for what seemed like hours because Happy pulled her down the hallway and into her bedroom. He laid her down on the bed and watched as she scrambled to be comfortable on the bed, he kicked off his boots and placed his cut on the desk in the corner of the room before laying down beside her and pulling her into his arms and relaxing at the feel of each other.
