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Summary: She went to the shut the door but paused, smiling slightly to herself despite the glare from the girl on her knees in front of the biker. "You do realise this is a twelve year olds birthday party?" It started at a twelve year olds birthday party in a Tacoma backyard ten years ago. Happy/OC
Stylized Violence – choreographed violence used in film and television to portray the illusion of real violence.
Chapter Three- I Smell Sex and Candy
Like double cherry pie
Yeah there she was
Like disco superfly
Yeah there she was
I smell sex and candy
In here
Who's that lounging
In my chair
Who's that casting devious stares
In my direction
Mama this surely is a dream
-Marcy Playground
20th March 1998
Asher was smashed. The world was spinning, but her and some of the other girls were dancing so fast it didn't bother her. She could see Riley over by the bar talking to some blonde girl. Good for him, he'd better get his game face on because in just over two months she would be shag assing out of Tacoma and he would have to find someone else to put up with him. Not that that would be a struggle for him. Plenty of girls wanted him. And she knew that. She'd tried breaking up with him, but it didn't work like that with him.
As she turned she tripped and felt arms grab her forearms. Giggling Asher looked up into the smiling eyes of some young guy with a shaved head and blue eyes and judging from the blurry patch on his chest he was from….Redwood Original?
"Alright there darlin'?" The man said and Asher straightened herself up.
"Great." She said sweetly and went to turn, but felt a hand wrap around her wrist and tug.
"Where you going sweetheart?" He asked as if it was the most profound thing in the world that she was walking away from him.
"Back to the dancefloor." Asher replied.
"Why don't you come and dance for me." She tried not to scoff, honestly she tried, but failed.
"I ain't no sweetbutt." She snapped.
"You look like a sweetbutt sugar. Come on. I'll show you a good time." He said, jerking her arm slightly but Asher stood her ground.
"I'll show you my right hook if you don't get your grimy fuckin' paws off me." She growled out. He didn't concede to her wishes, jerking her towards him, his breath on her cheek as he leered at her.
"Who do you think you are princess?" She felt an uncomfortable shudder go through her body. "You know who I am?" Knowing another smart ass retort would only cause him to get rougher with her, she just held her stance, glaring up at him with as much anger as she could, the spinning having stopped the moment he'd touched her. "I can have you kicked out on your ass in seconds." He sneered tugging her arm again. "Now you do as your told and get on your knees." He ordered and tugged her again, knocking her off balance and she almost went crashing into him but a heavily tattooed arm came around her waist and stopped her descent.
"Problem Kyle?" A gravelly voice said and this Kyle let her wrist go and looked up at the man above him.
"Just putting the sweetbutt in her place." Kyle replied and Asher felt the chest of her saviour huff out in a chuckle.
"She may act like a slut, brother, but this bitch is off limits."
"Age don't bother me, Hap." Kyle replied winking at his brother.
"I have a problem with it." Happy growled and Asher chanced a look up at him, seeing the underside of his clenched jaw. "Specially when she says no."
"Alright, fuck it man, she ain't worth it." Kyle waved his hand in dismissal and walked away. Asher felt another hand clasp around her wrist and in the space of five seconds she was outside the loud walls of the clubhouse, the cool breeze a welcoming blast to her face.
"Where's your boyfriend?" He growled out as he lit a cigarette and Asher watched him with interest as he towered over her and rubbed her wrist where Kyles hand had grabbed her.
"At the bar."
"Dickhead." He growled out inhaling his cigarette and pulling it from his lips. "You get off on him ignoring you like that?" Asher furrowed her brow in thought. She could handle herself most of the time. Any other time that something like that had happened, usually Blue or Lorca stepped in. Never Happy, he was usually more preoccupied with some sweetbutt.
"I can hold my own."
"Ain't about being able to defend yourself, baby girl." He almost laughed and she bit her lip at the name. Plenty of the guys called her that, it just sounded so damn sexy coming from him. She could feel the familiar warmth creep up her body as she held his eyes. "It's about claiming what's his."
"I don't belong to anyone." Asher bit out, turning her back on him to walk away but his hand grabbed her arm and jerked her back around to face him.
"That's why you're getting your ass grabbed by my brothers." He growled and Asher tried to pull her arm from his grip, her eyes locked on his as she clenched her jaw and wrenched her arm but he refused to let go. "Keep acting like a slut, we're gunna treat you like a slut."
"You know what Happy?" She snapped, stopping her struggle and bracing herself by spreading her feet shoulder width apart and squaring her shoulders. "I'm eighteen – I was looking after myself a long time before you came along." Cocking her eyebrow she watched his jaw twitch. Saw the way he refrained from saying something like he had that night at the diner. "Don't treat me like a child because we all know I'm not one." She jerked her arm again and he released her, letting her step back as the backdoor of the clubhouse opened. Asher spun around to see Riley standing there looking at the two of them standing out in the dark.
"Hey." He said his head going between the two people in front of him. Happy lit up another cigarette and stepped past the two of them and headed back into the clubhouse.
"Keep your bitch on a leash, kid." He growled as he stepped past and Rileys eyes widened as the back door slammed.
"What was that about?" Riley asked, stepping towards Asher but she stepped around him and faced him, backing towards the door whilst giving him her best seductive grin.
"Lets get a drink." He broke into a smile then and strode towards her, wrapping a strong arm around her and pulling her into him.
"You sure you're alright Baby?" He asked, looking down at her and she nodded, almost half heartedly.
"Fine. Come on."
When he'd finished his cigarette, Happy made his way back out to the party and clenched his jaw at the sight at the bar. Asher was leaning between her boyfriends legs biting her lip as she looked up at him. Her hands splayed over his chest as she laughed up at him, her eyes shining brightly.
He leant back against the wall, crossing his arms across his chest as he watched her interact with her boyfriend.
"You hit that?" Happy's head snapped to the side.
"What?"
"I've seen you eyeing up that piece of jailbait since my first day here Brother." Kozik said, leaning against the wall beside Happy and taking a sip of his beer. Happy hated that he'd been so transparent, but Kozik was right. Since Asher had walked into the bathroom the week before the little bitch had been traipsing around his head. He'd used a few blonde sweetbutts to distract him and it had done the job until the little bitch had been flirting with Spanner out the back. And that stupid boyfriend of hers couldn't even keep her safe from douchebags like Kyle Hobart. She needed better than that.
"I ain't fuckin' the jailbait." He snapped and stalked away, keeping his eyes ahead as he passed Asher and Riley at the bar.
Asher tried to pretend she couldn't feel eyes on her back as she leant up against Riley. She turned her head slightly and saw Happy talking to the blonde member, Kozik, his face serious as always and she realised she was being stupid. Why would he care? She wasn't stupid. She was eighteen for godsake.
"Hey babe, wanna get out of here?" Riley hissed in her ear, his hands sliding around her waist and Asher shrugged.
"I'm having fun." She replied, glancing back down at him. His brow was furrowed as he looked up at her with disappointment.
"Fine, whatever." He shoved her away and stood up stalking away. Asher watched him go and decided that she really did deserve that.
"Move it hussy." Asher was shoved to the side at the bar but managed to catch herself on the top before crashing to the floor. Turning around she came face to face with a relatively young bleach blonde. She couldn't help but smirk at the sight of the sweetbutt. "What?" The girl sneered and Asher clenched her jaw before smiling even wider.
"Last time I saw you, you were blowing someone in a bathroom."
"Jealous?" The blonde asked and Asher cocked her eyebrow.
"Yeah, totally." She replied sarcastically and turned on her heel, stalking away. Once she was outside she sat down on the cold cement and leant against the wall, shaking a cigarette out of her packet.
"Yeh got another one of them, love?" Looking up, Asher squinted at the guy standing over her, the patches on his cut catching her eye straight away. Prospect. And Scottish by the sound of his accent.
"Sure." Holding out the pack he took one and lit it before looking down at her.
"You mind?" He gestured to the empty concrete beside her and Asher shook her head slightly, watching him slide down on the ground with her. Holding the silver lighter out to her, Asher took it quickly and lit her cigarette, handing it back and watching the prospect slide the lighter into his cut. He inhaled from his cigarette making the scars on his cheeks stand out in the dim light. Asher turned her head so she was facing forward again and dropped it back on the wall. "Watcha doin' hiding out 'ere?" He asked after a minute or two of silence.
"Is that a come on?" Asher asked, not even turning her head to acknowledge the Prospect.
"Blonde and cold aren't my type darlin'." The Scotsman replied and Asher smiled slightly, reaching her hand over.
"Asher."
"Chibs." He had a firm grip and she gave him a trusting smile. She didn't say anything about his name, and he didn't say anything about hers. They sat there in silence until the back door swung open and a few more Sons stumbled out drunkenly slurring as they tumbled out onto the concrete laughing and swearing.
"Well well." The three men stopped and looked at Asher and Chibs sitting on the ground against the wall cigarettes in hand and Chibs with a beer between his knees. "What do we have here?" Lorca bellowed and Asher smiled sweetly as she felt the Prospect shift uncomfortably by her side. "Prospect, Bobbys lookin' for you." Asher turned her attention back to Chibs who quickly scrambled off the ground, nodded to her and walked inside, not a hint of hurrying in his stride. A calm swagger that said he wasn't scared of the tough bikers. Lorca turned his attention back to Asher as Bowie and Donut sniggered behind him. "You are like a magnet for trouble baby girl."
"I try." Asher replied sweetly and he shook his head again.
"You're lucky I like you." Then he was gone, the other two following like drunken puppies and the word Slut being said a bit too loudly for Ashers liking. She wasn't stupid. She knew that she was lucky that Lorca did like her. She wasn't a sweetbutt or an Old Lady. The only reason she was there was because Blue and Lizzie took it upon themselves to look after her. Lorca and Blue were two completely different people though. Blue was the father that looked out for his sons, Lorca was the killer that ruled with an iron fist. The only person that scared anyone more than Lorca was Happy, and Lorca had taught him everything he knew.
If they didn't like her – she'd be dead.
A/N: This chapter was going to take a completely different route but I changed my mind. Let me know what you think Review x