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Happy sat on his motorcycle while Jax stood nearby lighting a cigarette. They developed a habit of visiting their old ladies on the same days to make sure they were never split up inside. It worked well seeing as Happy's job was to protect his president's back. He watched the blonde inhale a deep drag, his movements slightly twitchy and eyes anxious.

"What?" Happy rasped when Jax's eyes landed on him yet again.

"Tara told me somethin'." He exhaled a lungful of smoke with the loaded sentence, rolling his cigarette between his fingers thoughtfully.

Happy scowled at the statement and waited for him to explain. He could feel his guts twisting like coiled snakes at the dark look in his brother's eyes.

"There's a guard causin' some problems for them." Jax finally explained, his thumb fidgeting with his heavy rings.

"What kind of problems?" Happy could tell by the man's invasive eyes that his next words would probably infuriate him.

"He's pushin' up on your old lady. He tried..." Jax drawled, stepping forward as Happy rose from his seat to enter the prison gates again. "Easy, Wait."

"He touch her?" Happy's voice was cold, his mouth deeply scowled as he glared at the guard patrolling the fence line.

"Tried to. Roughed her up a little but he got interrupted."

"Name?"

"Hendricks. I'm gonna have Juice look into him when we get back." Jax explained, clapping Happy on the shoulder. "We'll take care of it, killah. I promise."

"He's mine." Happy growled, his dark eyes peering up at the prison with unveiled rage. "She's suffered enough, I won't let some fucking pig hurt her."

"We'll get him and he's all yours, bro."

They climbed onto their bikes and were about to take off but Happy couldn't help asking, "Why didn't she tell me?"

"Tara said she didn't want to worry you." Jax replied, buckling his helmet after sliding his sunglasses on. "Didn't want you distracted by shit out here."

Happy grunted at the explanation, his gloved hands tightening around his handlebars. "She needs to stop protecting me."

"Havin' your back is what good ol' ladies do, brotha." Jax remarked, flicking his cigarette away.

"I don't deserve it. Never did." Happy shook his head and turned his motorcycle on with a loud roar drowning out Jax's response.

They rode the long drive back to Charming, Happy planning all the ways he was going to make the prick guard pay. His kit was going to expand to new levels for the creative objects of torture he was conceiving.

During the ride he also thought of all the things he wanted to say to Harlowe. He needed to apologize, something he didn't do frequently but knew she deserved. Harlowe should never have ended up behind bars, that was on him. Happy wanted her to stop trying to protect him. It was his job to protect her and he'd been failing at it for far too long.


Harlowe glared at Tara while standing in the yard with Freddie and Coral. Her cellmate had just told her that she'd informed Jax about the incident the week prior.

"I told you not to." Harlowe snapped, her fist tightening.

"They can stop him." Tara replied, crossing her arms as she raised an eyebrow. "Or do you like gambling with your life? The guy isn't stopping."

Harlowe swallowed thickly as her mind flickered to the evening before. Hendricks had cornered her after their shower time, his hands in places they didn't belong. She was only saved by a group of potential witnesses coming around the corner.

"I know." Harlowe growled, her eyes flicking around the cement patio they were allotted to. "But I don't want him risking shit out there."

"Whatever he does, he'll have the club. Trust him, it's his job."

Harlowe growled under her breath, her head a mess at the idea of a Happy getting picked up for acting out some revenge in her behalf.

"You don't get it, sometimes shit just goes wrong." She rasped, pacing away from the women to lean against the cement wall. Her eyes slid around the large patio filled with cliques of women, her mind on Happy. She hadn't wanted her old man to find out about the guard pushing up on her. It was bad enough that she was confined, but if he knew that a C.O. was targeting her, Happy would lose it.

The last couple visits had been learning experiences for them both, Happy asking questions and Harlowe watering down the answers. She couldn't stop herself from trying to protect him, it seemed to be hardwired inside her.

"Time's up inmates!" a harsh voice called, the sound of a baton slamming against metal tugging her from her daydreams.

Harlowe joined the lines with Tara, Freddie and Coral standing behind them. She could feel Freddie's palpable concern, but ignored the woman's stare. Things were unbalanced ever since Happy's return and Harlowe knew that Freddie's concern for her state of mind was completely warranted.

They were walking the long hallway to their unit, a line of approaching inmates on their way out to the rec area. Harlowe's eyebrow rose as she saw Lottie and her crew walking towards them. She could feel her back tightening in anticipation as the other woman made eye contact with her. The look of determination she saw put her on edge.

Lottie's celly was almost at Harlowe's side when a flare of movement behind her took her attention.

A woman lunged at Tara, her hand brandishing a makeshift shank of melted plastic and razor blades. She grabbed Tara, pulling the woman out of the way as Freddie jumped in front of Harlowe blocking the weapon.

Harlowe looked on with wide eyes as she watched a sharpened toothbrush sinking into Freddie's ribs and chest repeatedly. Vivid red splashed the dirty white tiles and beige walls. A sharp howl escaped her throat, as all hell broke loose. Sharp weapons were pulled from hiding spots and blood was spilled around them.

Harlowe kept Tara behind her, punching Lottie's cellmate as she charged. The sounds of guards shouting and the blaring riot alarms filled the narrow hallway. Soon the stomping sound of boots coming had Harlowe and others dropping to their stomachs. Tara was next to Harlowe's side, her knuckles bruised and lip split from being fighting.

Harlowe looked back at where she'd last seen Freddie and found her looking back with wide eyes, a pool of blood growing around her. Guards in riot gear began cuffing the wrists of inmates caught with weapons.

"Hold on Fred."

The medical team wasn't allowed to approached until all the inmates were cuffed and ready to be returned to their cells.

"Help her." Harlowe shouted, while a guard pressed their knee into her back. She was watching the blood grow below her friend as the officers did little to help her.

"She's dying. Help her!" She screamed, struggling with the guard when no one moved to stop the bleeding.

"Shut up, inmate." The man pinning her down growled, slamming his baton into her ribs to keep her from struggling further.

"I will, I will. Just... please help her." Harlowe coughed, as Freddie's eyes met her before going empty. She was gone before the medical team was given the go ahead to administer first aid.

Harlowe ground her teeth as she was tugged to her knees, her hands cuffed behind her as they got Freddie covered with a sheet.

Tara was kneeling next to her, her own hands cuffed. She was silent as Harlowe stared at the closest thing to a friend she had in the world be left to lie in congealing blood.

"I'm sorry." Tara murmured next to her, voice hoarse and eyes watery.

Harlowe's turned to her, the mask she'd developed for inside the walls just barely holding on. She caught the sight of Lottie in the background, the woman smirking back at her.

"Fucking bitch." Harlowe growled, under her breath. She looked at Tara, her anger near boiling over at the consequences from her agreeing to protect the woman. Harlowe wanted to turn back time and tell Happy to go fuck himself.

"You want to make it up to me?" She asked, glancing up as Officer Rodriguez approached her. His face was grave at the loss of his wife's cousin to the brawl. Harlowe added, "later."

"Who was it?" He asked after pulling her upright to led them to their cell. Tara walked in front of her while the guard held her arm.

"You know who."

"You gonna take care of it." He growled, after placing them both in the cell. Harlowe backed up to the gate and allowed him to uncuff her through the bars.

"I'll finish what she started." She replied coolly, her jaw setting tight at the thought. She'd never killed anyone before, but she had defended herself. There was even a few occasions where she was the aggressor, but she'd never taken a life.

"Tell me when and where." The man growled, "I gotta break it to Maria tonight. Her and her brother are gonna want this done."

"I'll deal with it." She snapped, sitting down on the bed with tight fists. She wanted to break something, but had nothing that would satisfy the urge.

He paused a moment as he looked at her, his mouth opened to say something but he swallowed it back before muttering. "Get some rest."

Tara stood off to the side for a long moment, the woman just in Harlowe's peripheral. "Will you sit or something. I need... I just need to think."

"Okay." Tara replied, climbing onto the top bunk. She was quiet for an hour before she offered, "I really am sorry, Harlowe. I.. I know this happened because of me."

"This happened because Lottie has a grudge against me. She found an opportunity and took it."

"Because of me."

"She went for you because she knew we would intervene and take the hit. She'll get hers."

"How do I make it up to you?"

"I don't know, I'll tell you when I figure it out."


"This is the place." Juice informed from the driver's seat as he motioned to the small ranch home in Bakersfield. "No neighbors on the left and the right is an elderly man so we shouldn't have any eyes or ears this time of night."

Happy eyed the property while sliding his gloves on. He wore all black, a ski-mask ready to wear as they extricated the dirtbag target. The van was filled with several of his brother besides Juice. Jax crouched behind him, his forearm leaning on his seat to look out the windshield. Tig, Chibs and Quinn we're seated at the back doors waiting for word to exit. They were backup muscle and lookouts to hopefully make the kidnapping run smoothly.

Happy was taking him to the cabin with a couple days to spare to work. He wanted it to last, the idea that the pig had tried to force himself on Happy's old lady fueling his desire to make him hurt. He had a lot of plans for the prick.

"Ready, killah?" Jax rasped next to him, a cruel smile curling his lips.

"Yes I am." The harsh gravel of his voice crackling inside the enclosed space.

"Keep it runnin', Juicy." Chibs drawled before opening the back door.

Happy hopped out, taking lead to the side gate with Jax. They jogged along the low fencing and found themselves at a sliding glass door. Happy removed his tools, picking the lock with ease.

"That's just scary how easy it is for you, man." Tig remarked behind him.

"Practice makes perfect." He rasped, flashing him a wicked grin below his mask, before tugging the door open quietly.

He crept through a living room, his silenced handgun out in front of him. His brother's followed him in, the group moving through the home looking for Hendricks. They found him sleeping in the master bedroom, the stocky man oblivious to the dangers creeping inside.

Happy circled the bed, his gun pointed at the man's head while the others got in place. He waited for the signal before pressing the harsh metal into his skull.

"Wake up motherfucker." He growled, pushing the end of his gun against his temple.

The man's eyes shot open instantly, his arm lashing out only to be stopped by Jax.

"Don't move or you die." Jax ordered, his own gun pressing to his gut.

"Make a sound and I'll visit your sister Linda's house." Happy rasped, cocking his head to the side. "After that I'll ride to Reno and see your ma."

"Nod if you understand." Jax drawled, his gun jabbing in the ribs.

Hendricks nodded, his teeth grit and eyes angry. They bound and gagged him quickly, dragging him out of the home and into the van. Happy sat him in the back his gun pointed right between his eyes. He kept his blackened gaze on him, the prison guard squirming under the heat of it.

"Do you know who I am?" He asked as they drove to their location, the deep timbre of it shattering the silence.

Happy watched him shake his head slowly, his eyes narrowing to try and figure it out with his mask on.

Slowly he pulled the knit fabric from his head and watched the realization settle onto him like a wet blanket.

"Yeah." Tig nodded slowly, tipping his chin towards him. "You know how fucked you are now huh?"

Hendricks mumbled under the gag, his eyes wide and worried.

"Shut." Happy growled, pushing the gun to his forehead. "Up."

The rest of the ride was silent as Happy stared holes into the bound man, his gun pressed into his skull the entire time. Happy wanted the bastard to be crawling with nerves by the time he found his way to his workshop. He couldn't free Harlowe and he couldn't really protect her while inside, but he could do this. He could make someone suffer for harming her. He'd take great pleasure in it, he always had.


One year before incarceration

Harlowe leaned against the bar top waiting for their drinks, her eyes flicking back to the pool tables. She smirked as Happy and Poe talked shit to each while playing.

"Hey there." A gruff voice pulled her attention from the men, to a tall twenty something next to her. His blonde hair was shaggy and hanging in a styled yet messy look, his blue eyes bright as he looked her over slowly.

"Hi." She replied, turning her eyes towards the bartender as he gathered the pitcher of beer and shots she'd ordered.

"Thirsty?" The guy chuckled.

"Obviously." She rolled her eyes, picking up the pitcher to escape the idiot.

"Just making conversation, no reason to be a bitch." He remarked, scoffing as she tried to brush passed him only to be stopped by a large hand on her wrist.

"Let go, asshole." She snapped, tugging at his grip only to be yanked back towards him, spilling her drinks to the floor.

Harlowe felt like time sped up because one moment she was far too close to the blonde asshole and the next she was tucked behind Poe. She watched as Happy grabbed the blonde by his throat and slammed him against the bar top.

He bent him almost backwards, knocking bar stools and glasses to the floor.

"There a reason you have your filthy fucking hands on my ol' lady?" Happy rasped, his voice so even and cold Harlowe shivered.

"No..no. Sorry man, I didn't-."

Happy's hands tightened as he yanked him upright to snarl, "Didn't touch her?"

"Didn't kn-know s-She was y-ours." He choked, struggling at Happy's tight grasp.

"Take this shit outside, killah. I lose anymore glassware and its goin' on your tab." The bartender snapped, her wrinkled face turned into a deep scowl.

Happy wasted no time, dragging the man out the back door followed by a couple of hangarounds and Davies.

"Poe?" she murmured, her hand clutching the back of his vest.

"He's alright, Harls." He commented, motioning for her to join him at the pool table.

"He's not gonna…"

"Probably not." He shrugged, lighting up a cigarette before motioning to the wrist she was cradling. "He hurt you?"

"Nah." she replied, her eyes flicking back to the door Happy had exited. "You sure-.."

"He's fine." he chuckled, pulling her into his side. "You worry too much."

"I worry enough." Harlowe scoffed, her eyes finding Happy as he came inside with bruised knuckles. His eyes met hers instantly, his path direct and quick.

Harlowe swallowed thickly at the look in his eyes, the way his shoulders were rolled forward aggressively and forearms flexed. She bit her lip as he reached for her, his large hand bringing her wrist up for inspection.

"Fucker." He growled at the slight redness in the joint.

"I'm fine." she offered.

Happy didn't reply, only placed a hand on her lower back and steered her towards the bathrooms. She felt her heart rate kick up as they entered the women's bathroom and he flipped the lock.

"Hap?"

"C'mere." He rasped, going to the sink to turn on the cold tap. He motioned for her hand, holding it below the cool water to soothe the eventual bruise. She smirked as he brushed his fingers across the skin gently.

"Thank you."

Happy looked up at her and leaned in, kissing her firmly on the mouth, his hand sinking into her hair.

"No one gets to touch you." he rasped against her lips, his teeth nipping her bottom lip before sucking it into his mouth. "Mine."

Their kiss deepened, Happy's fist curling into her hair securely. She moaned as he lifted her onto the bathroom counter and roughly pushed her skirt up her thighs.

"Say it." He rasped into her neck, his mouth sucking on her pulse point.

"M'yours, Hap." Harlowe gasped at the increased suction and scrape of his teeth along her collarbone. Her hands dropped to his belt, sliding the worn leather out of the large metal Reaper buckle. She popped the buttons and tugged both his pants and boxers down just enough to grip him tightly. She reveled in the sight of his head thrown back and teeth bared at the mere touch of her.

"Fuck." He cursed, pulling her panties aside while pushing into her tight walls without pausing.

Harlowe's fingers curled into his leather kutte and clutched his forearm as he pumped inside her.

"Tell me." He ordered, his dark eyes pinning her as firmly as his hands. Most people were frightened when they met the dark gaze, but Harlowe always felt as though she were falling down the rabbit hole like Alice. She loved those coal mine eyes swallowing her.

"I'm yours." Harlowe panted, licking her dry lips. "Only you."

Happy moved her leg to his forearm, spreading her open as he rocked against her deeply. His voice was hot and wet against her neck, his tongue making long swipes, as he tasted her. She felt her walls flutter with every thrust, the sensation of him repeatedly nudging the deepest recesses of her triggering her orgasm.

"Happy." Her throaty moans filled the room, her fingers tangled in the front of his shirt and digging into his neck.

"Yes." He rumbled against her as he practically folded her in half to kiss her roughly, while thrusting. His blunt fingernails clenched the curve of her ass, his hipbones bruising the backs of her thighs.

Harlowe groaned into his mouth as he pushed and pumped a quick rhythm, her ankle making it's way to his shoulder. The pull in her leg was almost excruciating but the rough thrust of his dick overshadowed it.

"Cum again." He nipped her bottom lip harshly, his thumb making its way to her hood to grind a firm circle around it.

"Oh my-." Her voice cut off, as she broke apart at the seams, her head bouncing off the mirror. Happy pulled her away from the surface while rapidly pumping until his dick seemed to swell to twice it's size. Harlowe moaned deeply at the sensation and writhed against his tightly pressed hips feeling him pulse inside her.

"Yes." He panted, his hands sliding all over her body as he buzzed with his climax. Harlowe nuzzled into his neck, her lips and tongue tasting every available inch.

"I don't like anyone touching you." he rasped, out of breathe from the exertion.

"Me neither." Harlowe murmured, sliding her hand along his sharp jaw to cup the back of his neck.

There was a loud knock on the door, Poe's voice calling out. "You two rabbits done fucking? We didn't finish our game yet."