Thanks again to coffeecatninja for editing, and even though she wasn't able to look over my last little changes, I hope I didn't make any bad mistakes and I hope you guys enjoy the new chapter.

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Seattle, Washington - September, 2005

Sophia didn't mind a good shopping-trip. Even if that meant she had to drive up to Seattle, she absolutely had no problem with spending too much money on too many clothes she definitely didn't need, since the loads of clothes she owned were towered up on the floor in front of her empty drawers which were looking down at it in jealousy.

But since she had to save her money for way better things, her shopping-adventures were limited to none, so the only reason for her driving to the big city up north was visiting her best friend, and maybe join her while she spent all the money alone.

She didn't mind that either, but she definitely wasn't happy about joining Skylar, while she was busy with tramping from one store to the next, babbling about every goddamn feature of every goddamn crib, romper and cute toy she could find.

How good or bad this baby bottle was, or those damn soothers she seemed to find just everywhere. Strollers, buggies, cuddly toys and nightlights. Music boxes, rocking chairs, diaper bags and changing units. And not to forget - formula, which was absolutely necessary since Skylar absolutely had to blow up her tits to fucking balloons that took away the ability to breastfeed because she wasn't a rich bitch and thought it was a good idea to choose just the cheapest idiot for the surgery.

Usual she was a busty, lean, crazy-ass, neon-colored redhead, covered in ink with way to big tits for her own good, who was enamored with a new guy every weekend and got wet for everyone who owned a criminal record and a gun. Her weakness for everything that was badass enough was busting Sophia's nerves, but in the end Sky was one of the few people beside her father who never ran off on her, although Sophia was undefeated in putting off people, if not to say scaring them away. With all her temper and fucked up quirks, there weren't many people able to stand her shit. But Skylar wasn't one of them - she never left. She always had the guts to just give a fuck about everything and stayed, no matter what.

So who was Sophia if she didn't return the favor, even if that meant to support her crazy friend while preparing herself for a baby she damn sure wasn't ready for. She didn't even had a stable relationship to raise that baby. She just hooked up with another badass who happened to have those strong-ass soldiers which were able to win a fight against a condom and a hormone rod in just one fucking night - which definitely made Sophia doubt her belief in all those damn statistics a little.

Sky wasn't as attractive as she used to be just a few months ago though. Her thighs began to wobble, her arms started to lose their form and her belly…damn - Sophia didn't mind a few pounds going up and down and she never felt the urge to not just eat what she liked, but she rather would've cut out her ovaries before risking all her tattoos getting destroyed by her belly becoming as big as the fucking moon. Not to mention the agonizing posture Skylar needed to carry around this damn bowling ball in front of her.

Sighing she followed her through the next baby-store and it was a goddamn challenge not to flip when the redhead held up the perceived seventy-fourth mini-sweatpants, being all thrilled and absolutely rapturous.

"It's so fucking cute, isn't it?"

And Sophia tried to put a sympathetic smile to her face, but almost failed - almost letting it form into a pity filled one.

It wasn't like she didn't like babies… cut that shit - she definitely didn't like them. They were so annoying with all the crying and screaming. And they shit their pants and to make it all worse - it was like they made it their mission to spit food on their mother's clothes - fresh laundered of course or new by preference.

She couldn't even imagine bothering herself with one of them, staying up the whole fucking night because the kid wouldn't stop crying and falling asleep while standing, when the little being was too tired to cry anymore. Just the thought of changing stinking diapers was making her sick and she didn't need a kid messing up her place even more than it already was.

No, she definitely didn't want a baby herself.

It was probably the reason for her not screwing around like a whore, even though she hadn't gotten laid for what felt like an eternity. And she never, absolutely never would forget about the damn condom although she was on birth-control. Maybe she was a little paranoid, but just the thought of getting knocked up by a damn one-time-deal made her feeling so fucking awful - let alone all the STD-shit she feared more than a gun pointed to her head.

She was snapped out of her thoughts, when suddenly someone grabbed her wrist and her eyes snapped down after she couldn't find someone in front of her.

And she found a little girl with brown hair tugging at her wrist and looking up at her with wide eyes. She assumed the girl was something between three and eight years old - but she never was good with guessing ages.

"Are these real?" The girl asked with fascinated eyes and to make clear her concern she began to rub on Sophie's arm.

Sophia wasn't sure what to say to that. She wasn't even sure whether she should've been confused or annoyed because obviously some mother wasn't able to teach her daughter some manners, like not touching strangers and rubbing at their fucking tattoos, like she was trying to rub off some fucking dirt.

But she tried to stay calm anyway.

"Annabelle!" And before she or the little girl was able to do or say anything, the girl was running across the store to her obvious mother again. A woman not much taller than Sophia herself, shoving a stroller while holding the annoying satan, obviously called Annabelle and carrying around a big belly in front of her.

Fucking unbelievable.

She felt uncomfortable afterwards though. The little fingerprints were clawing at her skin like dirty sheets. She wasn't good with strange people just touching her, let alone kids, who always seemed to have dirty hands. She felt the urge to pull out some cleaning wipes and just use it. And that was what she did immediately.

"You really have to work on your kindness."

Sophia spun around with a questioning look on her face when Skylar's voice came to life behind her, but her friend just laughed quietly when she saw what she was doing with the damn cloth in her hand.

"You looked at her as if you wanted to bite her head off."

"She fucking touched me."

"Yeah, she's a little girl… won't give you the plague." And Sky rolled her eyes and laughed as if it was the most funny thing she witnessed yet, but then didn't give a fuck anymore and held up a little jumpsuit in an ugly yellow.

"How's that?"

"It's yellow."

And she let her eyes roll heavily again, till they threatened to leave their orbit so they could wander around the room in disbelief.

"Do you like it?" She then said a little irritated.

"No." And Sky turned around sighing,

"God…you are so nuts." before walking down the aisle murmuring quietly and putting the ugly jumpsuit in her cart anyway.

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Actually Sophie wasn't too happy today. They made it to three malls, eight stores and twelve bags full of baby-stuff, she didn't even know how to use the half of.

But she wasn't giving much thought to the awful shopping trip anymore. Her attention was full demanded on the plate in front of her, and she was very busy with tearing apart the food in high concentration.

Sky didn't say shit to that anymore. She was used to it, since Sophia used to do that since the day she turned eighteen.

Her birthday didn't have much to do with that though. It was more the fact that she found some fucking bugs in her food when she went to a restaurant with her father. Since that disastrous incident she wasn't able to eat out and feel comfortable with it. She always had to see how the food got prepared and if she couldn't see it, she would just sit there, pick it to pieces and keep searching it till it went cold.

Because of that she tried to avoid eating out completely, but she wasn't able to succeed on this mission. Sometimes she just had to - that meant, if she didn't want to die a death by starvation. And since she always felt hungry and Skylar wasn't much of a cook, they did what they always did and went to the little diner around the corner, spending too much time there till Sophia was done with picking, searching, and eating.

"What is it?" Skylar said, when Sophia stopped picking and looked down onto her plate with squeezed eyes.

"A flea." And although the redhead was used to it, she apparently couldn't hold back a amused snort when she leaned forward to take a look herself.

"It's a crumb." Taking a closer look herself to the little black dot, Sophia tilted her head to the side and tried to get a better impression.

"How would you know that?"

"It's not moving."

And she became somewhat thoughtful, when she nudged the little thing with the spoon, while mumbling absently.

"Maybe it's dead. It probably drowned in soup."

"Or it's just a crumb."

"Why do they put fucking crumbs into my food?" Sophia said after a while of silence and Skylar sighed heavily, obviously at her wit's end.

"I don't even know what kind of a crumb it is… What if I don't like it? And I'm sure they aren't able to tell me."

"Just don't eat it."

"I'm hungry."

"Then eat."

"I can't."

"Jesus…you know you've got a problem, right?"

Sophia gave her a pissed sort of pout and didn't say anything anymore. She knew the problem, she knew it was ridiculous, but she didn't give a fuck. All she could think about was her empty, grumbling belly.

"You need a kitchen...we should buy you a kitchen." She finally said and Sky gave her a little confused look.

"I have a kitchen."

"I mean a kitchen with more than two plates and one pot...what do you wanna feed the kid? You gonna mash fries and chicken nuggets? Sounds awful."

"Then I don't need a kitchen, I need plates and pots."

"And a cook."

"I can cook myself."

"You can't even cook pasta without burning it."

"You can't burn pasta."

"You do."

Sighing again, Skylar wrapped a glowing red streak of hair around her forefinger and watched her friend tightly while Sophia tried to identify the black thing on her plate.

"So what? You gonna eat that?"

"I think I'll just use your lonely pot and cook pasta."

"You could've done that already."

"Didn't know I'd find a fucking flea in my soup."

Sophie looked down at her bag, when her phone went off, signaling she received a new message. And she fumbled for it in her bag, before she snapped it open and a smile spread across her face.

Meet me in Portland the day after tomorrow.

And she snapped the phone shut, feeling her mood became better in an instant.

So she followed her best friend out of the diner, not giving a fuck about dirty hands, ugly rompers, fleas and grumbling bellies anymore.

Tacoma, Washington - September, 2005

Having Mason back in town was a reason to celebrate the whole damn night. All naked and sweating and screwing around like fucking rabbits.

And that was exactly what Happy was going to do; "I missed you." when Mason whispered yearningly at his lips, before he caught them in another heated kiss.

He missed her too. He missed her meals and he missed her caring for his well-being and goddamn it he missed the rare seen, absolutely incredible sex she gave him. But telling her that, maybe wasn't the right way to answer here.

So he pushed her back towards the bedroom, while his mouth seemed to devour her and he didn't stop her from pushing up his shirt, getting rid of it in a matter of seconds. Following her suite, it didn't take long until her back hit the mattress with him hovering over her.

He kissed his way to her neck, because he knew she was going crazy when he did and he went further down, till his lips found her right breast, closing around the sensitive nub and driving her insane with sucking it harshly into his mouth.

She arched her back while moaning in pleasure and she put her hands to his shoulders, trying to push him down even after he already reached her bellybutton. But he wouldn't do what she wanted him to, he never did.

In the end she used to be one of those girls you could find all over the clubhouse. And he wasn't able to see her otherwise yet.

And in the past years, for Happy, those girls became more and more just some decorative items, he could use whenever he needed something to ease stress and frustration. Like one of those crazy stress-balls maybe.

Pretty inventory that willingly threw their pussies into his direction whenever he entered the clubhouse. Pussies that craved to be fucked, while their owners stood in line to suck his dick, before they fought to be the one to swallow his cum.

Tossing their self-respect to hell, they spread their legs for everything that owned a dick and a cut. They humiliated and abased themselves to become his favorite toy to play.

But who was he to decline their offer? They craved his patches and he loved rough and hard sex without commitments. He fucked them, he jerked off and he kicked them out before the rubber found its way into the bin. That was it.

There wasn't much more. It was lust and fucking into oblivion.

Usually he didn't even looked into their faces while he fucked them. Usually he neither kissed them nor was he about to lick their pussies. He disliked the thought of putting his tongue somewhere he could literally see his brothers cocks. Usually he preferred it just one way - head down, ass up and rock'n roll.

And even though Mason was one of those girls who made it further so he actually would bring her home and allow her to stay the night, and even though he was able to kiss her without thinking about throwing up, and even though he was willing to give her some fun and make her feel good, there just were some things he wasn't able to look past.

It was annoying that she always tried it again, and like always he brushed off her hands, just not willing to do it.

And before she was able to protest like she always did, he came up and pulled her into another aggressive kiss while bringing the rubber into place.

And before she could process what was just happening…

"Fuck!"... she screamed in pleasure and shock, when he suddenly entered her roughly, letting out a satisfied growl in response.

Portland, Oregon - September, 2005

There were times, Sophia used break-ins and robbery to earn her pocket-money. Back then she was around seventeen and actually didn't have to fear really bad punishment for that - so she thought. But in the end she was just seventeen and wasn't able to see the whole picture, although her father tried to draw it for her more then just once. So she underestimated the consequences until she learned it the hard way after one ass of a judge sent her on holidays in juvie for something around nine months. Actually the judge wasn't much of an ass. She literally didn't have any choice with a seventeen years old impertinent smartass in front of her, who didn't see anything bad in what she did. So the nine months were justified and Sophie knew that. And in some weird way the fucking time did it. Because she became somewhat smarter and figured although she might've never been one of those good citizens, she needed something else to earn her living.

That was the time when she decided to sit her stubborn ass at one of those round tables to try her luck in Texas Holdem. Not that she won. She got her ass beaten from one after the next, losing all the money she made throughout her youth. Because she hadn't discovered the smartass she really was yet and she needed some time to see she actually wasn't as good as she thought.

But once she accepted it, she owned the right attitude to become what she was today. And with a father like hers the skills grew and with growing poker-skills, break-ins and robbery somehow became forgotten.

Gambling like she did today, maybe wasn't the best way to stay alive, but at least it was the best way to stay out of prison and make enough money to enjoy her life, as long as she acted smart. And she did exactly that. She got away with a few convictions for financial shit and made a somewhat freaky bond with her probation officer, but she never went to prison again.

And then she got this one fucking call and all her good resolutions flew out of the window. Because suddenly she needed to make way too much money in way too little time, and with that she came to the point where she cracked open the safe of some badass-bikers and robbed them after they took away the whole win she made in that night.

But if you crossed a line once, you wouldn't fear it as much anymore. So doing it another time wasn't out of the picture. And after the encounter with that handsome badass at the docks, there was this one fucking idea that wouldn't get out of her head again. It wouldn't leave her alone. It fucking robbed her sleep. She thought about it for almost four weeks and like every time when she had one of those ideas, she came to the conclusion, she absolutely had to make it happen.

And that was how she ended up in a warehouse outside Portland, holding in her hands some of the content she found in the once locked drawer of the desk and looking down at it in disbelief…

"Well, fuck."

Tacoma, Washington - September, 2005

It wasn't just a saying when Happy dared to say bros before hoes, so he broke the heated situation, panting heavily, when his phone went off beeping, signaling he just received a message.

Mason wasn't thrilled but kept her mouth shut like she always did, and after four weeks of rare good pussy he had to admit he wasn't thrilled himself that he had to at least look what the message said.

But he reached across the sheets to get the burner anyway, and when he didn't recognize the ID he furrowed his brows and let himself fall to the mattress before opening the message with a questioning look onto his face.

Call it redemption.

And all lust and passion seemed forgotten the second he saw the picture being sent. It was information about a run they'd been planning for months now. A run from Tacoma to Texas, with almost forty members involved as well as five charters to make it happen. Not to forget the guns, worth more than at least 300 K. But it wasn't the information itself which set all alarm bells off. It was the fact, that said information was written down on a paper which was pinned to a wall with his own fucking knife, just beneath a shining crown, indicating the picture was taken in a building owned by the Dead Kings.

"What are you doing?"

Mason's voice came to life when he jumped to his feet, ignoring her and looking for fresh clothes while the blonde woman still laid in the bed, visibly confused with his behavior.

"Have to go."

And she sat up straight the moment he closed his belt and grasped his cut from behind the door.

"We didn't see each other for four weeks and you have to go in the middle of the night?"

"Yeah."

And with that said, he was out of the room in no time before heading for the front-door with the phone tucked between his shoulder and ear while he still was busy with putting the gun to his waistband.

And he ignored her calls completely, before the door slammed shut.

"Happy!"

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