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Chapter 003:
Layna sighed for what felt like the billionth time that night and took a healthy sip from her glass of wine, hoping like hell that her Vicodin would kick in quickly as she looked into those intense black orbs that were currently fixated on her. His gaze made her feel flushed, like a heat was welling up deep within her, and if she wasn't mistaken – she could see the lust in his gaze. It made the muscles of her groin clench as his gaze continued. "Um… it all started probably around my seventeenth birthday," Layna began, curling her legs up underneath her as she huddled into the side of the sectional. "I had this… boyfriend, I guess you could say, I thought he was the love of my damn life," she told him, taking another sip from her glass of wine as he cracked open his beer and took a healthy drink. "I had just found out that I was pregnant, and I was over the moon about it, Happy, I was the happiest that I had ever been. I wanted a life with Brian, and the baby that I carried was my guarantee."
Happy nodded to show her that he was listening. He could see no evidence of a kid here, his trained eye would have picked that out the moment that he step foot inside, as he got himself a bit more comfortable in his chair. Following her lead when she lit up a cigarette in the middle of the living room and she soon sat an ashtray between the two of them. "I thought Brian was the most amazing thing on the face of this planet; I wanted to marry him, carry his babies, and be a housewife – it was all I wanted to do. I just wanted to love him and be with him forever. Naïve as shit, huh?" she asked Happy with a bit of a bitter laugh.
"You were young," Happy replied, his gruff voice taking on a somewhat soothing tone as he looked at her. Knowing that her story was about to take a real bad turn.
"I'd had no idea that he'd been cheating on me since we'd gotten together. No idea that he was a big time drug dealer out in L.A. No fucking idea, Happy. He'd gone to all of my doctors' appointments with me, taken care of me during my morning sickness, and he'd hugged me and even shed a few tears when we found out that we were having a boy." Layna took a breath and another sip of her delicious wine. "Zane Alexander was born on July 18th, 2004 at 4:27am. He weighed seven pounds, seven ounces, and was eighteen inches long," Layna continued, her eyes becoming a bit misty as she reminisced. "And everything in my universe suddenly revolved around him. He was my entire fucking world, even more so than his dad, and I fell in love with him the moment I'd heard his first cry."
Happy nodded again, feeling a sudden burst of sympathy for this beautiful little woman who was seated so close to him. He could only imagine the love that she had felt for her child, he'd never had one and never planned on having one, but he could somewhat empathize. His mama was the only family he really had, and he'd lay down his life for her without thinking even once. "What happened?" Happy asked, as gently as he could, and his heart broke a bit for her as a lone tear spilled down her cheek.
"When Zane was about six months old, his father and I had gotten into it really, really bad. He'd gotten abusive after our son was born, and controlled every single part of our lives. I couldn't even breastfeed without having to justify it to him somehow. I'd um… I'd tried to leave, but the car wouldn't start. I hadn't even brought Zane and all of our things outside yet, and Brian came home. He flipped the fuck out, demanded to know what his little whore was doing and where the fuck I thought I was taking our baby," Layna took another breath. "He'd hit me before, whooped me even… but this time, he straight up whooped my fucking ass, Happy. I couldn't move, I couldn't do anything, I couldn't fight him off. All I could do was lay there – and after he was done hitting me, he ripped all of my clothes off, and… he raped me. As roughly and as violently as he could. When I came to, he and Zane were gone."
Happy's eyes widened in surprise, and he looked at her in an entirely new light. "Is that why you decided to become a lawyer?"
Layna gave a half-smile and nodded her head, finishing off her glass of wine and smiling a bit more so as she felt a small buzz from it and her Vicodin started to hit her full force. "Yeah. After calling the authorities and a manhunt was unleashed, we found out Brian had taken Zane to Mexico – he was a native there, and the authorities there won't extradite him. He still has my son, though, a private investigator I hired a few months back confirmed it. He's such a big, strong boy now, Happy. I just want him back."
"How come you've never taken him by force?"
"I've never been able to get past the border. Brian's a big name down there now, Happy. He bought the guards there, customs won't let me out of an airport there. There's nothing I can do now. And I won't let someone else try to take him, Brian would kill them."
"Maybe someone should kill him."
"I would love whoever did forever, Happy. Believe me, I would. But I could never, ever fucking ask someone to go get my son back for me. He probably doesn't even know who I am, and if he does know – Brian probably told him that I'm either dead, or that I left them and didn't want a thing to do with him. All my years in law school and as a lawyer has shown me that the law is on my side, but those with money have power, and the law is, as such, slave to them." Her words were a bit of a slur now, and Happy could see that she was on her way to being plastered.
But now he understood why, it was perfectly clear. He wanted to tell her that he would kill Brian for her, that he'd get her son back for her. But he couldn't make any promises, but so help him, if she won this case for his brothers – he and a few of his most trusted would be riding deep to Mexico. Where Happy would rip that Brian motherfucker apart with his bare hands; where he would get Layna's son back for her. He couldn't understand why he wanted to do all that, maybe he just wanted to be the hero for once, but he couldn't stop himself.
"Let's get you to bed, doll," Happy said gruffly, making her giggle as she quickly drank her second glass of wine. Somehow she had gotten up at some point during her story to grab it, and she'd chugged the bitch down as soon as it was poured.
"But I don't wanna go to bed, Happy," she said, as he picked her small body up from the couch to begin carrying to her bedroom. "I thought we were tellin' stories, I wanna know about you now," she whined and slurred at the same time, making Happy chuckle a bit at her words.
"I'll tell you all about me sometime, doll," he promised her, laying her on her bed and watching that sexy little body of hers squirm as she tried to get herself onto her stomach. "But I wanna know now!" she exclaimed, grabbing Happy's hand. He felt a bolt of electricity where she had touched him, and that bolt of electricity seemed to shoot straight to his dick. She was wearing an outfit that showed off her body quite well, and the way that her hair was pulled back made her seem even younger. She used her grip on his hand to pull him down to be seated on the edge of the bed. "Tell me about you, Happy, I wanna know."
"I'll tell you all about me if you answer me one question." He figured he'd try to compromise with her, and she looked at him with those intoxicated eyes of hers, all wide and frantic, and nodded her head in response to him. "Tell me about how you met Jax, and why you owe him such a big favor."
He knew it was really none of his business, Jax would have told him if he needed to know, but he wanted to know. He wanted to know so damn bad that it wasn't even funny. He couldn't stand the thought of her being someone that Jax had bedded down with a couple of times; he couldn't picture her letting Jax, or any man for that matter, in like that.
Layna started giggling then, and sat up, the sudden action causing her head to swim some as she did so. "Oh, Jax and I go way back, Happy," she said with another giggle. "I met him when he was out in L.A. once, I was still in law school at the time actually, and I was in a very, very dark and fucked up place," she told him, crossing her legs on her bed and gifting him with another one of those beautiful smiles as he adjusted her headband some for her. "I was actually stripping at the time, and I'd gotten into it real bad with a client, Jax saw the whole thing," she continued. "I was high and drunk as shit, and I wound up hitting the guy over the head with one of my platforms," she took a breath and laughed some. "The motherfucker had tried to manhandle me, and I didn't take very kindly to it at all. Well, Jax realized how fucked up I was, and he got me outta there before the cops could get there. He actually stayed with me and made sure that I wasn't gonna get sick or anything. When I was sober in the morning, I tried attacking him, he'd been sleeping on the couch."
Happy chuckled a bit at that one, imagining this small bit of a woman trying to attack a grown man was a rather absurdly funny thought.
"He actually didn't smack the hell out of me for hitting him and getting the jump on him," Layna said with a bit of a sigh. "He actually took the time to talk to me, and he told me there was no reason for someone as pretty as I am to be stripping and high and drunk all the time. I told him that I was putting myself through law school so that I could try and get my son back later one; but I needed help paying for school and no job that I'd been able to find otherwise had even paid enough to cover my rent and utilities, so I was doing that until I'd gotten my degree."
"So… then what happened?"
"Then Jax told me that, when I become a lawyer, if I would help him out with whatever legal proceedings he needed – he'd help me pay for school, and he'd pay half of my rent and utilities so that I could get a legitimate job and not wind up on the streets for addiction. I got clean for a while, actually, with his help… but I relapsed when I hired that private investigator and he told me what was going on with my son."
"So you and Jax never…?"
"Once," Layna told him honestly. "It was… awkward, and we were both shitfaced at the time. It never happened again after that, we just agreed to be friends and keep to our bargain."
Happy nodded in understanding. "Do you have a thing for bikers then?"
"I have a thing for real men, Happy," Layna answered, giving him an intoxicated smile again. "I've honestly only ever been with three men. Brian, Jax, and someone else I prefer not to talk about… but I will never be with someone who can't be faithful or settle down. I won't be with someone who would ever even think about laying hands on a women, and I won't be with someone who isn't okay with me having a son and the potential that my son will come back to me."
Happy sighed and then smiled a bit as she suddenly flopped backwards and squirmed a bit more. "I love this feeling, Happy."
"What feeling?"
"This fucking… being high and actually having someone to be here to talk to me. Knowing that you're not gonna let anything bad happen to me because Jax will kill you," she giggled again. "And knowing that you seem to understand me, even if you've been putting your dick in me with your eyes all night."
"What?" Happy said, a bit surprised and looking at her with a raised eyebrow. "What are you talking about?
"Are you denying it?"
