Chapter 4

All I Ask

I spend the next few days at the clubhouse, getting to know all of the members of the club. Some of them, like Bobby and Tig, I remembered from when I was a little girl, and there were others I had never met. Jax introduced me to everyone, and I spent my days in the Garage, helping Gemma with the books, or working on the cars and bikes in the shop with the boys.

One morning, I was working in the garage on my bike. A few of the boys had been giving me a hand to get set up to how I wanted it. They were all in Church at the moment. Jax had told me this morning he would have a job for me that afternoon if I could help him out. Of course I had said yes, and now I was just waiting for them to tell me exactly what I would be doing.

"Hey, Georgia, Jax asked if I could come and get you," I heard Chucky call out from the front of the garage.

I pulled my head out from under my bike. "Thanks Chucky. I'll be down in a sec." I quickly finished putting the last part back on the bike then slid out from underneath. I wiped the oil off my hands on a rag as I walked down to the MC, tucking it into the back of my pants and pulling my hair back off my face, just as the Sons came out of the clubhouse.

"Hey Jax, what's up?" I said when I saw him walking out. He called Tig over and they sat me down at one of the tables.

" So we have a bit of a mission for you if you're up to it," Jack said with a sly smile.

"Sounds exciting. I think." Behind the boys, I saw Happy talking to Chibs as they walked over to their bikes. I didn't even know he was back. Was he trying to dodge me? I wasn't sure exactly what to make of it, but a small part of me couldn't help but be hurt. "What do you need me to do?"

"Just a special delivery, doll," Tig said as he slid a box in front of me. Curious, I opened the lid and peered inside. It was full of -

"Fudge?"

"Let's just say the recipient isn't exactly on a health kick," Jax explained. "If you can make sure he gets the package, we can handle the rest. Tig will be waiting outside while you deliver it, and ring us when it's done."

"Easy peasy," I said, grabbing the box. "I'll just wash up and change then we can go, Tiggy."

"Alright, we have a meeting to get to," Jax explained. We'll see you in an hour."

I walked up the street with Tig, checking out the stores. We stopped outside one halfway down the street. "Biacone Insurance" - that was the one. I pulled my shirt down a little, making sure my best assets were on display.

"How do I look?" I asked, smoothing my skirt.

"We just need him to eat the fudge, Doll. Not have a heart attack."

I winked at him with a smile, and opened the door as Tig stepped around the corner. Sitting behind the desk was a gigantic man. I smiled to myself - this was going to be easy.

"Can I help you?" he asked looking up from his desk.

"I hope you can, beautiful," I said, flicking my hair a little. "I'm trying to get some business for my new store I've just opened."

I sat on the edge of his desk, crossing my legs next to him. "They say the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, and what's better than some amazing homemade fudge."

I held the box up to show him. "Something sweet for a sweet man like yourself? Free sample of course."

"I'd love to help you out, but I'm a diabetic, so I can't eat that," he said. He was a terrible liar.

"That's a shame," I said, brushing my hand down his tie. "Perhaps I'll have to rethink my next business venture... I'm obviously missing out on amazing customers like yourself."

"Tell you what? Why don't you leave them here for my clients?" he suggested. "If you leave me your number, I could order some more for the office when they're gone."

"What a wonderful idea," I said, placing the box on the desk. I reached across in front of him, and scribbled down a pretend number. "I'll leave my number in case you need anything, We have a great range, so anything you may have a desire for, just let me know. I'm very accommodating."

I slid off the desk, and turned to walk out the door, swinging my hips as I walked. Once the door closed behind me, Tig stepped out from where he was standing against the window.

"That poor bastard," he said, shaking his head. "He never stood a chance."

"Piece of cake," I said with a smirk. "Although I'm sure a piece of cake wouldn't last long with that man."

We both chuckled as Tig pulled out his phone and rang Jax.

"He's on his way," Tig said, putting his phone away. " Want to hang around and have some fun?"

"I still have no idea what's going on, but I'm in," I agreed. "On one condition."

"Yeah. What's that?"

"You guys do the heavy lifting."

"Jesus, how much did he eat?" Jax asked as they walked through the door.

"The whole box," I replied with a smile, sitting on the desk in front of Biacone, who was passed out in his office chair behind me.

"He may have even licked the box," Tig added. "Georgia was very persuasive."

"How long do we have?"

Juice shrugged. "He's a big boy. Maybe like four hours?"

Bobby and Jax talked to the side while the others started on our friend. The guys worked together to move table to the centre of the room, and it took four of them to move Biacone and lay him on the empty table. Before long, he was strapped naked to the table, with a bondage gag in his mouth. Happy and Chibs pulled up chairs and sat near the desk I was still sitting on, while Juice pulled a camera out and started taking photos, with the guys all giving him pointers for what they liked to call the 'money shot'.

From where I was sitting on the desk, I noticed someone walking to the door. "Umm, guys? We have company."

No-one looked surprised as Tig opened the door. In walked a very confused transsexual.

"Uh, Nero sent me?" she asked, looking around the room. "Salutations, gentlemen, and lady" she added, nodding to me."Venus Van Dam, at your pleasure.

"Venus, thanks for coming." Jax said, walking over to greet Venus.

"Not yet, baby. You gotta eat dinner 'fore you get dessert." She glanced at the table where Biacone lay. "Is he dead? 'Cause I don't do dead."

"No, he's just fat," Juice replied.

"Nero explain the situation?" Jax asked. "I need to know what happens here stays here."

"All my dates have that need, baby. But discretion ain't cheap."

"I was, uh, told $2,000," he said, handing her a roll of cash.

"You were told right. That will do," she said, sliding the money into her purse. "My lips are sealed. Although I might open them up a little bit for you."

We all laughed and Jax looked shocked but couldn't help but laugh too.

"Mm. He has been spending a little too much time at the pie-eatin' table," Venus observed. "What am I supposed to do with Shamu?"

"Um... just ride him a little bit. A few other things. He won't remember any..."

"Yes, but unfortunately I will." Venus looked around. "Powder room?"

"Yeah. It's-it's back here, beautiful," Tig stammered. "I can give you a hand."

Venus patted his chest as she walked past. "It's not gonna happen, tiger."

"Really?" Juice asked, his eyebrows raised. Tig just shrugged.

When Venus returned, she was wearing a full tight latex catsuit. Well, not quite full. As she climbed on top and straddled our large friend, the back of her suit was opened, showing what I had to admit was an extremely toned behind that any girl, guy or anything in between would be proud of. The guys were a combination of horror and awe, while Tig stood transfixed as he watch she scene play out in front of him. It wasn't long before they were all getting into it, and I couldn't help but laugh at how carefree everyone was at that moment. This life could be hard at times, but it was nice to remember the joy that could come from not conforming to society's rules.

While everyone else was having the time of their lives, Happy and Chibs looked surprisingly uncomfortable. After five minutes, Happy whispered something to Chibs, and stood up. Without a word, he grabbed my hand before pulling me to the back of the office and into the back alley.

"What the hell, Happy?" I said, pulling my hand out of his.

"I need to talk to you."

I looked at the ground, kicking a roc. "Now you want to talk? What, it's taken you three days to work out what to say to me?"

I mentally kicked myself as soon as I spoke. I knew deep down it wasn't his fault - Jax had confirmed that he had sent Happy away. But that didn't help my damaged ego.

"Georgia..."

"I'm sorry, that wasn't fair," I admitted. "I know Jax sent you on a job."

"Then what's the problem?" Despite his words, his voice wasn't harsh. He simply didn't understand why I was so hurt.

"It just..." I sighed, trying to find the right words without sounding more childish than I already did. "I haven't been 'with' anyone since -well, I think you were the first guy that I had wanted to be with that was on my terms, not theirs. I know there's nothing going on between us, but I guess I just felt -"

Happy stepped towards me, his face just inches from mine. "You are the most incredible woman I have met," he said, his voice low and seriously. "And I am sorry you felt hurt. The last thing I want is to hurt you any more."

My heart began to race with his proximity, the same way it had the other night when we kissed. "So what does that mean then? For us? If there is an 'us'..."

He looked deep into my eyes. "Do you want there to be?"

He was so close now, his lips almost touching mine. Did I want this? I didn't think I would want to be with anyone for a long time, it's not like I sought out a relationship. But then I met Happy, and somehow I just felt at ease around him. Was I ready to commit to someone? No, not to just anyone, to Happy.

"Yes," I said. "I think I do."

Our lips met and I knew I had made the right choice. I trusted him, in a way I had never trusted anyone before. Yes, my trust had been misplaced in the past, but it was plain to see that Happy's commitment to the club was unyielding, and when he looked at me, the same passion and commitment was there.

He pulled away, still staying close.

"So how does this work?" I asked. "Do you want to keep this quiet? I don't want to cause any issues for you with the club."

"If you're not comfortable, we can keep it low key for now, but I'm not afraid for people to know. If be lucky to have you as my old lady. But I don't do relationships," he admitted, "I never have, so I can't promise you anything, except that I swear to never intentionally hurt you."

"That's all I ask."