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Arowley I don't think I will go that route. I like the idea of him being loving with his woman and a hard ass for the club.

I don't even know what time it was when we walked into the house. All I knew was I was tired, my ass hurt from Happy's bike. The two-hour ride was pure torture. It wasn't intimate in a way I find a car ride to be, but he had insisted we ride home and not take a car service. I guess in a sense me being on the back of his bike was an intimate moment for him.

"Babe want a beer?" I called over my shoulder as I headed to the kitchen.

"Yeah." He mumbled as I heard the loud thump of his boots hitting the floor. Smiling as I remembered the first time I removed his boots for him.

"If you're gonna walk thru my house take those dirty boots off." I threw him a serious look and he was just smirking at me.

"Make me." He challenged.

"Challenge accepted." I walked towards him and dropped to my knees and gripped his left foot and attempted to tug the boot off while he wriggled around.

"The fuck." He said as he lost his balance and fell to the floor. I sat on his legs and tugged at the boots before switching to untying the laces. "Give up."

"Never!" I gave him my most evil laugh and tugged the left boot off. Holding it over my head in victory. "One to go!"

He started tickling me and I lost it. I fell over in a fit of giggles as he climbed on top of me and continued the assault.

"Say uncle." He whispered as his fingers kept dancing along my rib cage.

"No." I was laughing so hard tears ran down my face.

"Say it!" He roared.

"Uncle!" I finally relented. "My stomach hurts!"

He fell off me and I climbed on him. Tugging off his right boot.

"Victory is mine!" I tossed his boot against the wall and smiled at him.

I pulled open the fridge, enjoying the cool air from it as I grabbed a bottle of beer and a fruit punch Arizona for myself. I knocked the top off the beer on the edge of the counter and dragged my feet towards the living room.

"Thanks." He reached for the beer and I put it in his large hand. He looked comfortable in the recliner. He had stripped down to only his boxers and tank top. I drank in the sight of him with thirsty eyes. "Sit."

He adjusted and I sat between his legs and rested against his chest. The scent of cologne and cigarettes tickled my nose. I normally hated the smell of cigarette smoke, but for some reason I couldn't imagine him without it. It was his signature scent. It completed who he was in a weird sense.

"Your bike hurt my ass." I whispered, my throat was still feeling a bit sore. The ride did nothing to help.

"How, you got enough cushion." He laughed and ran his fingers over my collarbone.

"It still hurt." I chuckled. "I'm sleepy." I tilted my head back and he tilted his down and placed a soft kiss to my lips.

"Let's go to bed then." I slid off the recliner and waited for him to get up. When he stood he wrapped an arm around my waist and directed us toward our room.

He yanked back the blankets, letting my fur blankets hit the floor. I frowned at him but didn't say anything. I just stripped off my pants and climbed into bed. He was already settled in when I got comfortable. He pulled me close and our bodies melted together.

"Night Bri." He whispered into my ear.

"Night babe." I yawned and closed my eyes. Enjoying being held tight against him.

I woke up, Happy was gone, his side of the bed was warm still, so I assumed he hadn't left too long ago. I sat up and sighed, I hated when he left. It made the house feel empty and pointless. I pulled off my shirt and scooted off the bed.

I grabbed one of Happy's sweatshirts he had left with me and pulled it on. It smelled exactly like him. It would have to do for now. I trudged out of the room and headed towards the kitchen only to stop in my tracks as I saw my step mom and Happy talking in the kitchen.

"Hey." He muttered as he rolled his eyes in her direction. She wasn't his favorite person, she talked more than she should and her accent was so thick it made her speech so slurred you'd think she was drunk ALL the time.

"Kat!" My step mom let out the most high-pitched scream I ever heard. I dropped what I was doing and grabbed my gun and ran out to where she was.

"Oh." I stopped in my tracks at the sight. Happy was standing in the open door, my step mom cowering on the floor her purse jutting out in his direction.

"Relax, he's not going to hurt you." I pulled her up from the floor. "He's the guy I told you about."

"He looks scary!" She sobbed.

"I know! It's why I like him." I smiled in his direction.

I laughed at the memory, he made quite a first impression on her.

"Morning." I moved closer to them. "Coffee?" I needed an upper. The back of my eyelids still felt sandy from sleep.

"Na, juss tea Kat." My step mom replied, pointing towards the kettle set on the counter.

"I hate that name." I always winced when I got called Kat, it was a painful reminder of my childhood. A childhood I didn't care to remember.

"Katarzyna is much beautiful than Brianna." She spoke, her face grimacing at hearing Brianna.

"No one can even pronounce that!" I whined, looking at Happy to save me, but he was enjoying the interaction.

"So?" I looked at her with disbelief. I poured milk into my tea and watched it swirl and mix with the hot liquid. I never thought of adding milk to my tea until Happy's mom suggested I tried it.

"Hap, you're gonna let her be mean to me?" I pouted in his direction.

"I got a soft spot for moms." He laughed and shook his head at me.

"He's a keeper." She chirped as she smiled a too white smile at us. "I like him, he's good."

"He is something." I leaned into Happy, delighted he hadn't left, but was simply entertaining my crazy step mom. "Is dad gonna come over?" I pulled open the fridge and grabbed a bunch of grapes.

"He be here soon." She walked out of the kitchen and disappeared out of sight.

"You should have woke me!" I smacked his chest and he pretended to be hurt.

"You were sleep, and you were snoring so fucking loud." He looked down at me as he pulled me into a hug. "You looked cute."

"I don't snore..." I frowned.

"You do. Louder than me!" He smiled and tilted my head. He captured my lips in a kiss, slow and loving, then rough and hungry as his tongue slipped into my mouth. Our tongues met in a rhythm, twisting and mashing together. I felt a moan escape as he bit down on my bottom lip. "Please put pants on, I can't see you like this, I just wanna take you now."

I smirked at him and lifted up the sweatshirt, giving him a brief view. "I'll be quiet! Promise." I bit my bottom lip and watched him shift uneasily.

"You? Quiet? Bullshit." He laughed and nudged me towards the bedroom. "Go."

"Fine." I gave up and walked dejectedly towards the room.

I decided to shower first, needed to wash the remaining feelings of being sick out of my system, my throat was less sore, but my body still ached and my nose was only working at half capacity.

I turned the shower on and stripped, sitting on the cold counter as steam filled the room. Making the space foggy and eerie. I stepped into the shower and slid the door closed. I let the water run over me and sting my skin before adjusting the temperature.

I lazily washed my body before moving on to wash my hair. I always hated washing it because usually when I had to it was when I was having a really amazing hair day. This was that occasion, my hair looked perfect when I woke up. Now I had to hope it would be half amazing when it dried.

After staying in until the water got ice-cold I finally got out and wrapped myself in a fluffy towel and walked over to the closet. I pulled my favorite jeans from the cubby on the wall, a worn threadbare star wars t-shirt from a hanger and grabbed panties and a bra from the dresser.

I pulled on the clothes and bent over, letting my hair brush the floor as I smoothed it out with hands and twisted it into a bun.

"Your dad is here." Happy appeared in the doorway. He was too quiet sometimes.

I walked thru the parking lot at the medical complex I was doing my residency at. I had parked further then usual and was kicking myself for it. My back was achy and my feet needing relief.

I hit the button on my key and my car's lights flashed, letting me know it was unlocked. Just as I reached the car I felt a hand on my waist and instinctively turned around and swung. My arm was caught and I registered the man's face.

"Jesus, Lowman." I breathed, running a hand over my forehead in relief. "I'm gonna sew bells into your cut."

"Shouldn't make it this easy for me to sneak up on you." He smiled, and hugged me before letting me get in my car and head home. He followed me all the way there.

"Mmkay." I mumbled as I straightened up."Let's go sell him on Jax ya?"

"You're the better salesperson." He smiled. "I'll be there for moral support. Plus your dad sorta scares me."

"The big bad biker is afraid of a little Russian man. That's priceless." I laughed and pulled him to me. "Let's go scaredy, stand behind me and I'll protect you. I promise."

"You gonna speak my language or his?" He asked as we walked out towards my awaiting dad.

"Both. I need you to know what's going on." I squeezed his hand and we sat at the table across from my dad and step mom.

"Bri, Happy." He was smiling at us. He'd been a fan of Happy ever since they first met a couple of years back.

"Viktor." Happy rasped, his voice sounding more serious than it had back in the bedroom.

"Dad." I smiled. "I need a favor." My dad was a no-nonsense man, if you wanted something from him it was best to ask straight out and not beat around the bush.

"What is it Bri?" He asked.

"I have a friend who wants to meet with you about potentially buying guns." I wasn't too sure if I should be referring to Jax as a friend, although he was cool, I was sure he could turn on me in a heartbeat.

"I see, who is this friend?"

I looked at Happy then back to my dad. "Jackson Teller, president of the Sons of Anarchy motorcycle club, down in Charming."

"Hmm." His lips were pursed. "I've heard about that club."

I shifted in my chair, feeling my hands get clammy. I wiped them on my jeans.

"Let's set it up." His voice was low. "Couldn't hurt to sit down and talk, I want you by my side, you dress the part, you get the guns out of storage, you control the trials."

"But," I started to protest.

"No. Your favor, your account. Got it?" He barked.

"Yes." I slumped down in my chair. Looking at him with a sour face. I hadn't had to deal with guns since my first year of medical school.

"Go get everything and we'll convoy to Charming." He waved a hand and dismissed us from the table.

I grabbed Happy and pulled him out of his chair, leading him out of the house and to the shed snuggled in the corner of the spacious backyard. "Call Jax."

"On it." Happy said, as he pulled out his phone and started dialing a number.

"I really hope the stash is still full." I keyed in a pin and the alarm disengaged, I pushed the door open and stepped inside, cutting on the lights.

"He's expecting us." His voice was rough as he stepped in the shed.

"Here." I shoved a pair of gloves in his direction. "Safety first." I pulled my pair on and started opening the heavy black cases that contained the Russian arms.

"Holy shit." Happy appeared over my shoulder, eying the machine guns in the cases.

"Start opening the rest of the cases, we need two of every big gun, four of the subs, six of the hand guns." I listed, feeling more like a boss then a girlfriend.

"Fuck, you're sexy when you take charge." He swatted my ass then went to work. "Why do you have all these?"

"Arms dealer." I shrugged as I pulled out an RPK-47. If I had to pick a favorite this gun was it. It was a machine gun, felt good in the hands and the recoil was minimum. "Paid med school bills."

"I'm like a kid in the candy store." Happy chimed. I could hear the smile in his voice. "My brothers will love these."

"You think you guys need launchers?" I pointed to the last of the black cases.

"No." He declared.

I wrapped my arms around him and squeezed. "Let's get this meeting over."

"You don't seem excited Bri, what's buggin' your ass?"

"I haven't done this in a while, I don't like it too much anymore. I didn't think he'd make me handle this." I sighed, already feeling tired.

"We can cancel."

"No, my dad believes in keeping his word, the meeting is set. We'll handle it." I nodded my head against his chest.

"I'll be by your side. I got you." He placed a kiss on my forehead. "Let's go get to this shit then."

"I just want you to know, if Jax crosses my dad in any way, I will have to kill him." I looked him in the eyes letting him know I was serious.

"Fuckin' mean ass." He shook his head but didn't speak against my promise.

A couple of hours later I was sitting next to my dad in the backseat of his white Range Rover. We were waiting on Jax and the sons to show up.

"So bored." I blubbered, adjusting my shirt for the hundredth time.

"Me too." My dad laughed and looked at me. "Like old times ya?"

"Yeah, just like old times." I smiled at him. I always wondered why he wanted me to take the business instead of my older brother. I just wanted to be a doctor, he accepted that, but kept me clued in on every single thing he had his hands in, just in case I got tired of boob jobs and sucking the fat out of the rotund asses of countless housewives.

I closed my eyes and let my thoughts wander.

"Are they fake?" Happy pointed to my tits as we sat in bed.

I laughed at him. "No!" I pinched his side. "God-given."

He trailed his fingers over the fleshy round tops of my breasts and I sighed.

"You sure?" He squeezed each one, trying to decide if it was filled with silicone or not.

"I'm positive." I got out of bed, walking over to my desk. Pulling open the big bottom drawer, I retrieved implants, silicone and saline. I kept them as souvenirs from school.

I tossed them at Happy. He caught them. Examining them closely. "This is fuckin' weird!" He laughed as he squeezed the implants.

"I know!" I climbed on top of him. My legs on either side of his. "Can you believe girls shell out hella money for liquid courage?" I smiled as he squeezed one of my tits while he squeezed one of the implants to see if they felt the same.

"They're real." He finally said. Tossing the implants next to his gun on the nightstand.

The sound of motorcycles brought me out of my memory. I rolled my eyes, I was getting to the good part of the memory.

"Show time." Ruben my dad's driver said as he opened his door and got out. I got out before my dad and waited for him to join me in front of the Range Rover.

"Katarzyna." My dad whispered, squeezing my hand. He babbled off a pep talk in Russian and I nodded my head.

"That's Jax, the blonde with the greasy looking slickback. Chibs is the one with the scars, he's Scottish, you remember Juan? He's got the head tattoos." I pointed at each man, he needed to know.

"High school Juan?" He asked, his voiced drowning with disgust.

"Yeah."

He spat on the ground. "I still want to hurt him for hurting my princess."

"Later. Business first."

Each group approached the other stopping in the middle.

"Jackson Teller." My dad spoke first, his voice booming and his accent thicker than ever. "I'm Viktor Hohrykova." They shook hands.

"Pleasure to meet you." Jax was turning on his charm.

"I hear you need guns, well I have some to show you."

I motioned and Ruben and Petyr appeared with the bags of guns, setting them on the ground and stepping away.

"Help yourself." I spoke to Jax and he moved towards the guns, Chibs and Tig sidling in.

"Wow." Chibs let out a whistle, he had pulled out a SV-98 rifle, looking thru the scope. "Very nice."

"PP-2000." I pointed at the gun in Jax's hands. "It's a good SMG."

"I like it all, lets cut a deal." He spoke to my dad.

"Try them first." He thrusted the bag of ammo in their direction.

I watched Happy load the handgun he was holding. His movement quick and precise. The man looked so good with a gun.

Shots rang out as the boys tested out their new toys. I smiled at the sight of Happy, his face was twisted with amusement.

I stood as my dad made a deal with Jax. The guns we brought with were given to the sons as a goodwill gesture.

"Any order changes go thru Bri." My dad spoke. They shook hands and parted ways.

I followed my dad to the Range Rover and climbed in. "Keep an eye on him." My dad looked me in the eyes. "I think this will either be a lucrative deal or a lesson learned."

End Note: I just had to leave it like that. I tried adding more and it didn't feel right.

There were some good memories in there.

As we continue you'll get to know how long they've actually known each other.