A/N- This chapter I'm not %100 happy with, because i had plans for more but decided it would be too long so i cut it in 2!
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*~*Chapter 7*~*
Standing maybe 5 feet in front of Happy and me, dressed in his usual jeans, t-shirt, Cut and boots, is my father with a disbelieving look on his face.
"What the fuck is this?" my Dad says pointing his finger between myself, Happy, and his room, without taking his eyes off Happy.
"Happy offered to let me sleep in his room last night." My Dad looks a little shocked at this but quickly schools his face to pissed.
"I'll just fuckin bet he did." He says lowly. I step back a little bit so I'm blocking Happy. Which isn't a smart move as my Dad cocks his head and looks between the two of us.
Shit! "Dad, everyone passed out, and all the rooms were locked up. Hap offered to take me to your house, but it was 4 in the morning, and I didn't see the point in waking you and Gemma up." I say trying to remain calm.
"Where'd you sleep Hap?" my Dad says, narrowing his eyes and ignoring me.
"In my room." Happy says with a tilt of his head at his door.
My Dad glares at Happy. "Did you fuck my daughter?" he says taking a step closer to us.
Fuck! This isn't good; I gotta get him off this. Gotta protect Happy!
I gasp, "Dad! You think I'm some kind of biker whore who fucks a guy the day she meets him." I say outraged. I obviously am a biker whore, well Happy's whore, but he can't know that!
Happy looks at me surprised, and my Dad looks at me ashamed.
"You know I don't think that, Princess."
"How would I know that? You're being rude to Happy for being nice to me and you make me sound like some skanky bitch because I slept in his room!" I say exasperated. "I guess next time I should just cuddle up with Juice on the pool table, or maybe sleep on top of Tig on the couch!" I know I'm being dramatic, but so is my Dad, even if he's on the right track.
My Dad searches my face, for what I'm not sure, but he seems to find it as he put his hand on my shoulder. "You look like you slept well." He says, hopefully dropping the subject.
I nod, "I slept amazingly well." Of course I did Happy fucked me into exhaustion. Shit, focus!
"You actually slept well with someone else in the room." My Dad asks surprised.
"Well it was Happy's room, and I wasn't gonna make him go sleep out in the main room, where there was no space left."
He looks between the two of us again, "That's not like either of you."
I cock my head to the side. "What do you mean?"
"Well Hap doesn't let women into his room, let alone his bed. And you, Princess, you can't relax enough to get good sleep when someone else is in the room. It's good you found someone else you can trust, besides Chibs."
I turn and look at Happy, who's looking at me questioningly. "So what, you get blow jobs against walls, and shit?" I say playfully, hinting at this morning.
He nods with a smirk "Fuck 'em on picnic tables, pool tables, whatever." He says with a shrug
I smirk back at him, suppressing a shiver; I knew he would have fucked me outside last night! I'm never gonna be able to look at a pool table the same way again.
"Too much information Hap." My Dad says, we both look at him. "I'm glad you showed me respect by looking out for my little girl, and not being all over her like all the other assholes out there." He says holding out his hand.
I turn my head and look at Happy, who looks guilty, but accepts my Dad's hand, "Course Prez." He says, with a stoic face.
"I'm starving." I say trying to break how bad I feel for lying to my Dad, and for Happy's guilt.
"Someone will take you to get food, after church." My Dad says, I nod and he turns and walks away.
I stand awkwardly in the hall with Happy, not looking at him and not sure what to say.
"I can't do that again." Happy says quietly.
I turn and look up at him, searching his face. I nod, "I won't put you in that place again." I say solemnly and turn to walk away. Hap grabs my arm, and pulls me back, lifts my chin with his hand and looks in my eyes.
"Clay's done a lot for me. As much as I wanna fuck you again, I can't disrespect my brother."
I nod, "I understand, and like I said I won't put you in that place again." He looks surprised. "What, the guilt was all over your face. I told you earlier I won't come between brothers, and I meant that with ever fiber of my being." I say, feeling tears pool in my eyes I quickly look away.
Do not cry…. Do not cry…., Do not cry just because he has everything you've ever wanted in a guy …. I feel a tear escape and slide down my cheek, quickly wiping at it, and turning my head further away.
I feel Hap's hand on my shoulder, turning me, and then lifting my chin in his hand again, I squeeze my eyes shut.
"It's for the best, you don't need some asshole piece of shit like me fucking your life up, Straw-, Mac." That does it and I feel tears peek out from under my lashes and roll down my cheeks.
Hap swipes my cheeks with his fingers, and I figure what the hell and open my eyes to look up at him. Happy looks sad, and confused, I place my hand on his cheek.
"I'm sorry; I don't know why I'm crying. I don't want drama between you and any of your brothers, especially my Dad." I take a deep breath to collect myself, and stop the tears. "You have church, you should go."
He looks deep into my eyes, like earlier seeing far too much, and then slowly nods. Then kisses me lightly on the lips, before dropping his hand and walking away.
I stand there watching him go, with out looking back, and try to collect my self. But what my Dad said finally makes me think about all this with Happy, and I get lost in my thoughts.
I can't believe I actually slept so soundly with someone else in the same room as me. Usually if I sleep in the same room with anyone I can't relax. My Dad's totally right about that.
Yet with Happy I slept better than I have since I can remember. It could have something to do with the amazing multiple orgasm filled, best sex ever, but I don't think so.
I guess I shouldn't be that surprised. I mean this is the same guy who grabbed me unexpectedly and I didn't flinch.
Why don't I flinch around Happy?
There have been times when people I've known my whole life grab me and I freak out. But some guy I just met, touching me and me not spazzing out. Un-Fucking-Heard-Of! I didn't flinch once at the party last night.
My Dad's right, I trust Happy completely.
Not only is he sexy, with a yummy raspy deep voice, and covered in tattoos. A member of the club, who is obviously dangerous, yet cuddly and sweet. Smart and funny. But He didn't ask who I was when he found me in the clubhouse; he just wanted to know what I was doing. He was trying to protect his family. That's huge to me and shows his loyalty.
I'm brought out of my thoughts by my stomach growling. I swipe at me cheeks to make sure there are no linger tears, and then make my way to the main room of the clubhouse.
The place is a mess, bottles and chips all over the place, what looks like spilled beer over by the couch. I shake my head some thing's don't ever change. I see Half-Sack come from behind the bar with a broom in hand, when I look at his face I gasp, and he snaps his head in my direction.
I walk up to him. "Shit, did you put ice on that." I say pointing to his swollen, black and blue eye, and cut cheek.
"I got stuff to do first." He says, looking like a wounded puppy.
"I shouldn't have hit you so hard." I say
"I've had worse." He says looking down at himself. "You could be a boxer with that right hook you threw at me."
I smirk, "I had a good teacher."
"Who, Clay taught you how to fight. That's cool."
I shake my head. "No actually Chibs did. Jax helped occasionally, and Tig would offer…. Guidance." I say with a laugh, "So you're a boxer right." I say sitting down on a stool at the bar.
He beams with pride, "Yeah, and Chibs has been helping me. Dude is a badass street fighter."
I laugh, "Yeah, I know. Hey why do they call you Half-Sack?"
He blushes and looks away, "I don't think I should tell you." He says, his eyes trained on something, I follow his gaze toward the chapel door .It's open and I can see Chibs' back and part of Piney's arm. I meet Juice's confused stare and wave at him, which he returns and adds a smile.
I look back at Half-Sack, "How old are you?"
"23, why?"
"All these guys," I say waving my hand toward the chapel. "They treat me like a little girl still, I can't stand it, but I grew up around them so I get it. But your not that much older than me, and just met me so don't treat me like a little girl." I say giving him a glare and raised eyebrow.
Half-Sack nods, "I was in the military, and I got hurt. I only have one ball, so Half-Sack." He says still blushing.
"Dude that sucks!" I say putting a hand on his shoulder. "What's your real name?"
"It does suck, but I'm getting use to it. My name's Kip."
I smile at him, "Well Kip, I bet the girls just melt when you tell that story, don't they?"
He looks sheepish and nods. "You kicked ass last night." I cock my head to the side. "Out drinking the guys."
I smirk, "Yupp, next time remind me to bet money." I see Tig come wandering out of the hall way and smirk, and say loudly, "It's always fun to take money from the guys, especially Tig."
Tig snaps his head in my direction. "You lookin to be my whore, Pippi?"
I laugh and turn around to face him. "Tig, I've known you my whole life, there is no way I'd ever become your whore. You're like my uncle, well creepy uncle."
He frowns, "We aren't related, and you'd have fun."
I cock an eyebrow at him, "Tig I use to make you play horse and I'd ride around on your back for hours. That's not exactly a turn on."
He smirks, "You could still ride me for as long as you want, just not my back."
I shake my head, "You'll always be Tigger to me, it isn't gonna happen!"
"Tig! What the fuck? Stop messing with Mac and get your ass in here!" I hear my Dad say; I turn my head and see him standing in the doorway of the chapel, before walking over to me.
My Dad slings his arm around my shoulders, "He buggin you Princess?"
"It's Tig, so of course he is."
He nods, "Chapel." He says looking at Tig. "Prospect, why the fuck are you standing around? Get to work!" he says waving his hand around the room. Kip starts sweeping immediately.
"I was talking to him."
He shrugs, "Good thing he hasn't learned how to multitask yet then."
"Dad-."
"Good job on the black eye." He says squeezing my shoulders. "Sorry about earlier… what I said, I didn't mean it how it sounded…"
"Yo Clay! We're waitin." I hear Jax yell.
"Well keep fuckin waitin!" my Dad yells back. He turns and looks down at me, "You know I'd never think that about you, Princess."
I look down, feeling ashamed for putting guilt on my Dad.
"You do know that right?" He asks quietly.
I nod my head without looking at him, "You should go in before you have a mutiny on your hands." I say as my stomach growls again.
"Call Gemma, and she'll come pick you up and you can get some food." He says kissing me on the forehead before leaving, a minute later I hear the chapel door shut.
I put my purse on top of the bar and pull my sketch pad and pencils out, instead of interrupting Gemma. I flip the pad open, and stare at the blank page.
"You an artist or something." Kip asks, and I jump.
"I just like to draw." I say not looking up "Hey Kip, is there anything to drink in here besides alcohol?"
I hear a refrigerator open, "We got bottled water, that's it. You want me to run to the store and get you something else?"
I look up at him with a smile, "No waters fine, thank you though."
He hands me the water, "Why are you callin me Kip instead of Half-Sack or Prospect?"
I open the water and take a sip, "You're a person, not an object, so I like to use a name instead of 'Prospect', but if you piss me off I'll probably call you that. I like Kip better than Half-Sack." I say with a shrug
"How are your piercings healing?" he asks blushing
I laugh, "Their good. You seen my Ipod?"
He nods, bends down behind the bar, roots around for a minute then pops up and hands me my Ipod. "Thanks" he nods and starts mopping.
I plug the headphones into my black Ipod, and stick one in my ear. I flip through all the songs Juice added for me, classic shit that I love and new stuff that I've never heard before, and select 'comedown' by Bush.
I close my eyes and let the old favorite roll over me, and then I pick up a pencil and start drawing.
Sometime later as I'm singing along with Mick Jagger about painting everything black, I hear a noise and snap my head up and look around. I see the guys all coming out of the chapel. I stop my music and pull the ear bud out, shut my sketch pad and turn to watch everyone come out.
As Bobby makes his way out he shuts the door. I look around; my Dad and Happy didn't come out. Maybe I missed Hap coming out of the chapel.
"Hey Mac." I hear Juice say, I look over and he's standing next to me, eyeing my shirt with a curious expression.
"Hey Juice, where's my Dad?"
"He said he had to talk to Happy about something, but I don't know what."
Shit, I should have known he wouldn't drop it that easily!
I realize someone else is missing too, "Where's Opie?"
Juice shakes his head, "He's working up at the mill."
I look at him shocked. "He missed church for the mill? What the fuck?" I say and then my stomach growls.
Juice chuckles, "How bout I take you for the food I offered yesterday, I need to talk to you."
When I think about saying no my stomach growls again. "Sounds good. Can we stop at my Dad's house first so I can change?" I ask, since the guy's are all eyeing the shirt with suspicion. Plus I want to preserve the smell of Happy in this shirt for as long as possible.
Juice smiles, "Yeah, no problem. You wanna go now?"
I nod picking up my sketch pad, pencils and Ipod I put them in my purse.
"Who's shirt you wearin beautiful?" I hear Koz say
"Not someone who passes out on a table after a few drinks." I quip while facing him.
"I was on the road for about 8 hours yesterday, and drank a lot, I was tired." He says defensively.
So did Happy, and he smoked weed with me, and then fucked my brains out!
I stand up off the stool, "Riiiight. You and Tig with your excuses, just admit that I beat your ass." I say with a casual look at the chapel door, Jesus still in there, well at least there's no sound of raised voices or fighting.
"You won, but you didn't beat my ass." Koz says with a glace at Tig.
"I don't got time for your bullshit, asshole. I got shit to do for Clay." Tig says walking out the door.
I cock my head at his back, but then shrug chalking it up to club shit. I feel a hand on my arm and jump; I look over and see its Juice. Out of the corner of my eye I see Koz looking at me funny.
"You ready to go Mac?" Juice asks.
"That your shirt, she's wearin Juice?" Koz asks, doubtful. He's looking at me with his head cocked, and an expression of putting things together.
There's no way he could know.
Juice looks over at Koz, and then at my shirt. "No, it's not is it Mac?" I shake my head. "You want one of mine?" he asks no doubt seeing how uncomfortable I am with the questions of my shirt's origin.
Fuck yes! I wanna provoke Hap into fucking me on the pool table!
I glace at the pool table and suppress a shiver, "No I'm good, we can just stop so I can change." I say picking my purse up and putting it on my shoulder.
"Hey, don't you think you shouldn't be taking off with some guy's girl?" Koz says as we turn to leave.
Juice and I turn to look at him. "Mac isn't anyone's girl." He says confused. As I look at Koz surprised.
Koz raises his eyebrows. "Oh no? Then why did some guy give her his shirt, knowing damn well everyone would see her in it?" Juice cocks his head and looks at the shirt. "Fuckin retard!" Koz says
I'm in his face before I even registered a thought about moving. "Don't you fuckin dare call him that!" I hiss
Koz looks surprised, and puts his hands up. "A'ight. Chill out"
I give him a solid glare before turning back to Juice, who's smiling. "Let's get out of here."
He nods, and slings his arm around my shoulders. "You didn't have to do that, you know." He says once we leave step out into the sunshine.
I scoff, "Like I'm just gonna stand there while he calls you a retard! Jesus I need to get some sunglasses." I say throwing a hand up to shield my eyes, as we make our way to the row of bikes.
Juice chuckles, "Thanks Mac. Here" he says handing me his shades.
I shake my head. "You don't gotta thank me Juice, you're my boy. And I think you should keep your sunglasses since your driving."
He shrugs, and puts them on. "Saw you were listenin to your Ipod, what do you think about the new shit I put on there for ya?"
"Lady Gaga is weird, but I like the beats, they'll be fun to dance too. Other than that, I've just listened to the older songs so far, but I'll get to the new shit"
He nods and snorts, "Wait until you see her. I knew you'd like her." He says with a smirk, as we stop in front of the bikes.
I look down, seeing a bike I recognize as the one he had when they picked me up from jail. "Shit, that's a nice upgrade." I say really looking at it. "Are those speakers on your fairing? And a holder for your Ipod?" I say pointing
"Yeah, how else would I listen to my music?" He says like it's completely normal for a bike to have an Ipod holder and speakers.
I smile at him, "You're such a techno geek. I love the logo." I say touching the M-16 and scathe, with bullet holes in the blade, with the 'Sons of Anarchy' lettering just below the scathe. "Oooh 110 inch motor, nice! I bet she's fun to ride."
"Well you could find out if you stopped droolin over her, bike junkie." He says with a laugh.
I give him a mock glare, "Well let's roll then." He nods, hands me a helmet and gets settled on his bike, then holds out his arm for me. I hop on and get a firm grip on him. "You've been workin out."
Juice looks over his shoulder and smiles, "You know it darlin'." He says with a wink over his shades, before turning back around, starting the bike, and backing out.
As we race down the streets, it strikes me as odd what Koz said. Why did he assume that the shirt was so people would think I was taken?
Granted I know that Hap, was marking his territory, but he couldn't have known that, could he?
How come he didn't just chalk it up to someone giving me a shirt so I wasn't wearing the same thing two days in a row?
Maybe he heard me last night. I shake my head, No, he was passed out when we left the main room, and he was mumbling something. Jesus I'm fuckin paranoid!
"Hey, you gonna go change?" Juice says bringing me out of my paranoia.
"Huh?" I say looking around, to see us in my Dad's drive way behind Gemma's caddy. "Oh yeah, you coming in?" I ask getting off the bike.
He looks at Gemma's car and shakes his head. "Nah, I'll just wait for you out here."
I shake my head, "Why you scared of Gemma?" I ask with a laugh, knowing most of the guys have a bit of fear of the Queen.
Juice shrugs, "I think she's mad at me."
I shake my head at him again, "A'ight, I'll be back in a few." He nods as I turn and make my way up the drive way.
Just as I get to the door, and reach for the handle, it opens. "Hey baby girl. Who's shirt you wearin?" Gemma says looking me up and down, and opening the door wider.
I walk inside heading toward the stairs, "Hey Gem. Juice is gonna take me to lunch." I say ignoring her question.
She looks at me, and then nods her head towards the door, "Why is he waiting outside?"
I laugh, "He thinks your mad at him." I say with my hand on the railing of the stairs. Gemma shakes her head and laughs. "Look I wanna change, I'm starving." I say and run up the stairs.
As soon as I get to my room, I pull my purse off my shoulder and dig my dirty clothes out. As I throw them in the hamper, I notice my panties are missing. I frantically dig threw my purse again, but their not there.
Shit! That's just great; nothing like asking a guy you just hooked up with, and then freaked out by crying in front of him, if he's seen your panties! I shake my head.
I pull Hap's shirt over my head and hide it under my pillow on my bed. I head to the closet and just stare at all the clothes, as my stomach rumbles.
As I bend down to grab my boots that were on my bed when I first got back I hear Gemma say, "So who were you fooling around with outside last night?"
I almost drop the pair of black skinny jeans I selected, before turning to face her. "I wasn't." I say with a shrug
"Who the fuck did that?" Gemma says walking to me, and pointing at me hip.
I look down, and see that Happy's hand print, that's wrapped around my hip, is even darker now than it was a few short hours ago, and standing out in stark contrast with my hot pink panties. "It's nothing." I say fighting my smile, while pulling my jeans on.
"Your smiling about it." She searches my face, "Who'd you fuck last night?"
I smirk, shake my head, and then bite my lip. Before turning to find a long shirt so none of the guys will see the bruise. I spot a spaghetti strap, pink and white striped long cami and pull it on. Then sit on my bed to put my hot ass boots on.
"Was it Juice?" Gemma asks.
I scoff at her, "Didn't I just tell you yesterday that I don't see him like that."
"Yeah, but I thought since he thinks I'm mad at him, maybe he felt guilty about fucking you." She says with a shrug.
I shake my head. "No, it wasn't Juice." I say zipping up my boot, then standing.
"You know I'm not gonna be pissed like your Dad, and you can talk to me about anything, no matter what." She says.
"Gem, I love you, and I know and appreciate that. But I'm not spilling." I say hugging her.
She pulls back and looks at me, "It wasn't anyone from SAMCRO then, so it was either Happy or Koz."
"How do you know it wasn't one of SAMCRO?" I ask a little freaked out that she would be so on the spot.
Gemma scoffs at me, "You grew up with all of them except Juice and the Prospect. And I know he doesn't do shit for you. So Koz or Happy, which was it?" she says eyeing me.
I fight the urge to squirm under her gaze, "You think I'm a whore who would fuck some guy she just met?" I ask incredulously, figuring it worked with my Dad, so why not Gemma?
Gemma narrows her eyes at me, her voice firm. "Don't bullshit me. Now I'm positive its one of the Tacoma boys." Fuck! "Besides, both of those guys are sexy motherfuckers! Which one was it? I'm assuming he was good because you have that 'I just got fucked, and loved every minute of it' glow going on, and your walking a little funny."
I just stand there looking at her surprised.
"What? I'm allowed to look." She says.
I shake my head, "I'm walking funny?" I ask looking at my legs then at Gemma.
She nods, "Just a bit."
"Shit! I'm so fucking screwed! No wait, the guys couldn't have noticed or they would have said something." I nod my head, agreeing with myself.
Gemma laughs, "No, Honey that was last night."
I glare and point at her, "Not helpful."
"I don't think the guys will notice, just relax." She says pulling me into another hug.
I pull back quickly, "Did you just sniff me?" I ask incredulously
Gemma smirks, "I'm trying to figure out who it was, since you won't tell me." She finishes with a pout.
I narrow my eyes at her and pick my purse up. "Let it go." I say and leave the room.
"Word of advice, even though you're mad at me." Gemma says, following me.
I stop at the door, with my hand on the knob and turn to face her. "I'm not mad at you Gem." I say genuinely.
She nods, "I don't know which guy it was." I sigh, "But, I don't think he'll be too happy with you riding around and hangin with Juice with the girls peeking out to say 'hi'." She says pointing down at my chest.
I sigh again, "Well he'll just have to deal with it." I take a deep breath, "Besides it was one night, it's not happening again." I say sadder than I meant to and Gemma cocks her head.
"I really gotta get food before I pass out, I'll see ya later." I say quickly, swinging the door open and practically running down the drive way towards Juice.
"Hey you ok?" he asks as I reach him.
I quickly climb on the back of his bike and hold on to him. "No."
I see him nod, "Let's get you something to eat." He says revving his bike and driving off. If only I could leave my emotions behind.
*~*A/N- I'll start chapter 8 later tonight. Review and let me know what you all think!
