I just want to say a huge thank you to those who have reviewed if I haven't already thanked you by a PM. Also to those lovely people who have added not just this but myself to your favourites. It's great to know that people are still enjoying this story.

So we are heading towards the end now. I think there is only two chapters left, (there not completely finished so it might spill into 3) but either way we are nearing the end to this trilogy.

Well I you all enjoy this chapter. There's a lot of drama involved and I'm a little nervous how it will go down with all you lovely readers...Well here goes nothing...

Heavy In Your Arms

'I'm strong enough to stand protecting both

your heart and mine.

Who is the betrayer, who's the killer in the crowd,

the one who creeps

in corridors and doesn't make a sound

No More

Happy took the pictures Jax had slid across the table to him. There were seven in total and Happy had to admit that what he saw made him angry, very angry. Every picture was of Laroy and Liv. A few were of them on the street just up the road from her apartment. The rest were taken from outside her apartment. Laroy was there and he was standing very close, to close. Happy dropped the pictures onto the table and looked straight ahead at Clay.

"Those were delivered to my house this morning." Clay informed his enforcer who was sat way down the other end of the table even though Tig's seat had been offered.

"Look man, we're not..."

"Give us a minute." Happy basically told Jax as he interrupted him.

Unsure of what to do Jax looked back at Clay who ran his hand back and forth over the day old stubble on his chin before giving him the go ahead. Sliding his chair across the floor -which echoed in the now silent room- Jax headed for the door, sparing a look in Happy's direction. He wanted to stay. Clay had been good so far he had kept his word about not going after Liv behind Happy's back but that didn't mean that Jax didn't want to be involved in this to make sure that Clay didn't change his mind but his hands were tied. Both Clay and Happy wanted him out. He had no choice.

Clay looked towards the double oak doors as they closed behind Jax. He took a moment before looking back at Happy who was just staring at him, his expression unreadable. Clay wanted to believe that the little tart hadn't opened her mouth but right now he was betting on it that she hadn't.

An uneasy silence hung in the room and Clay actually felt himself become a little nervous by the situation, which was something that didn't sit well him...not one bit. He liked to be control of the any and every situation.

"Those were delivered to my door this morning." Clay said hoping to try and move this...what ever it was...along but Happy just continued to stare a him.

Happy fought with everything he had to contain his anger but with each word Clay spoke he found it almost impossible.

Looking at the pictures, he knew before Clay even opened his mouth what he was going to try and do here and to be honest if Liv hadn't told him about Laroy this morning he would fucking believe it.

Laroy was way to fucking close to his girl for his liking, that would be something he would have to deal with another time – both Laroy and Liv- because he had bigger issues. Clay.

Not only had the man laid hands on his girl, had planned to have her killed but he was now trying to set her up as a traitor a rat.

Happy should end this shit right now...for good, but he knew that that was easier said than done.

There were so many consequences that would follow his murder and not just to him but Liv as well and Happy just couldn't allow that. Clay had involved Jax in who knows who else had seen these photos, who else he had spread his poison to.

No Happy needed a way out where his girl would walk away unharmed. It was a drastic way and it wasn't an easy decision for him to come to but upon seeing those pictures of Liv with the president of the one Niners he knew exactly what he had to do to keep her alive.

"Enough..." He rasped, his tone remaining free of emotion. Clay had just been in the middle of telling him how he wished he didn't have to be the one to show him the photos, but all the evidence pointed to his Old Lady working with the Niners. That was enough for Happy. It was Clay's turn to listen now.

"I know everything. She told me everything." Clay didn't move didn't even show any sign that he had heard Happy's word which just made Happy more aware of how devious and cunning this man could be. He had seen it before but the target was always an enemy and Happy had always been impressed by it. But not now, not when his wife was the enemy and even maybe himself.

Happy gave it a minute seeing if Clay would actually give him a reaction but he never did, he remained stoic. Again that had been a trait he had admired in the man sitting down the table from him.

"You tried to kill her. You lay your own hands on her, I've seen the fuckin' marks Clay." This time Happy couldn't stop his anger coming out in his voice. Just uttering the words made him want to kill him. He clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles turning white, all to suppress his need to grab his knife.

"I don't know what lies your girls been spillin' brother, but I ain't..." Clay stopped as the thud of Happy's fist banging against the Redwood echoed throughout the tension filled Chapel.

Clay now knew that his lies would get him no further. The little tart had her claws firmly in his enforcer.

He had underestimated the pull she had on him. He thought for sure showing him them pictures of her and Laroy would seal her fate but he was wrong and now he needed to know how this was going to play out. What the Killer he had tried so hard to keep a hold of was going to do. Clay knew what the man down the end of the table was capable of.

"So how is this all gonna play out?" Clay knew there was no point in lying any more.

"I should slit your throat right here..." Happy spoke finally having regained some control.

"But your not?" Clay was intrigued. He didn't expect that answer. Happy gave a slight shake of his head. "If your not gonna kill me then..."

"She gets a pass, she walks out of here without any blowback." Clay shook his head this time. Both Tig and Jax knew of the photos that lay across the table. It was going to be to damn hard to sweep the thought of a possible traitor under the table. "That wasn't a request." Happy bit through gritted teeth to Clay's response. "I'll bring this to the table Clay, don't force my hand."

Clay never liked to be threatened especially in his own clubhouse. He didn't give a shit what he had done he was still the god damn President of this Club...the mother charter no less and that deserved some fucking respect.

"You really think their going take the word of some fuckin' gnash stripper whore over mine..."

The chair hit the floor with thud as Happy flew to his feet. He was enraged and he couldn't contain it any longer.

"You talk about my Old Lady again like that and your luck will run out...that I promise." Happy stood up straight. He was about to do something he never thought he would do, but he saw no other way out of this. Clay was to good and he was right, none of his brothers would take a side of a bitch over the President especially with those fucking pictures to back up his accusations-right now he could kill Liv for been that fucking stupid- it was up to him now to step up to his job of being her Old Man. He had failed at that enough already.

Shrugging his cut off his shoulders he walked the length of the table and laid in front of Clay who was looking up at him with watchful eyes. Happy knew that Clay was trying to anticipate what his next move was going to be especially after the comment he had just made.

Gripping the back of the chair Clay was sat on he leaned further into the man he used to admire, until his face was right in his.

"Me and my girl are gonna walk out of here tonight. There is gonna be no blowback. I don't give a shit what bullshit you have to feed Jax or the others but no shit lands at our feet. If it does then i'll call your bluff Clay. I'll tell them everythin' you've done. I will tear you down if it's the last thing I do." Happy pushed himself back from Clay giving him one last look over. The man was pathetic. Turning away from him Happy went to snatch the pictures off the table but it seemed that Clay wasn't going to just let him walk away that easily.

"Your really goin' to do this, your really laying your patch down for pussy." Happy's dark eyes returned back to Clay, who was now on his feet. "You even stopped to ask why. Why I did all those things."

When Liv had told him everything that was one the one thing she couldn't tell him because she didn't understand why. It was a thing that bugged him. He gave a nod of his head and Clay continued.

"She's killin you brother. She's destroyin' you I mean look what's happened since she came back. The shit with Darby, Danny, his girl and I know the other shit that went down before that. What happened after your little girl Mia..."

Happy jaw clenched with the mention of his daughter. No one spoke about her especially someone who was trying to use her death against either him or Liv.

Closing his hand around the older man's neck, Happy threw him against the wall behind him so hard that it knocked the wind out of him and sent him to the floor. Happy crouched down in front of his President...ex-President and wrapped his hand around his throat again increasing the pressure as he started to speak. Knowing that when he removed his hand there would be marks.

"You don't speak her name. You know shit about her and you know shit about my wife." He smirked at the older man as he struggled for. "She ain't the one who destroyed me. She made me."

And it was true. His first kill was for her. Then she left him and her absence had made him become the enforcer everyone had come to depend on. The enforcer that by the looks of it Clay wanted to protect. Point was if she had never of left him he would never have given into the darkness.

"This is all you Clay."

Happy peeled his fingers from around Clay's neck and stood up straight staring down at him. Happy still felt the urge to kill him but he couldn't. Backing away from the man who was gasping for breath Happy grabbed the pictures from off the table. He knew that they probably weren't the only copies but he didn't care if he took these at least that was one less copy.

He left the Chapel without even a backwards glance. He was done with Samcro.


Liv couldn't stop her eyes following Happy and Jax as they swaggered across the lot towards the clubhouse. Even though she had told him to go she had a bad feeling about it all. Jax was acting strange, he could barely keep eye contact with her which was very unusual for him.

But as they disappeared into the clubhouse, even with her gut feeling that something was off she did as Happy had told her and made her way over to Donut.

"Mind if I join you?"

"Help yourself Darlin'."

Liv smiled brightly and took the available seat beside him. Unlike how she had been with the others Sons Liv wasn't nervous at all around Donut in fact she never felt so at home and relaxed-apart from when she was Hap. Donut had always been supportive of her and Happy's relationship when other people hadn't. And he had never been the judgmental type he always said that it was none of his business what happened in their relationship that it was between them and she had always loved that about him which was why she wasn't surprised when he never mentioned anything about where she had been and instead started commenting on the fight that was happening in front of them. To be fair to Tommo he was holding his own but Liv had a sneaky suspicion that Kozik was prolonging the fight for the benefit of the red head that had turned up a few minutes ago. Kozik was defiantly showing off, this fight should have ended 5 minutes ago at the least.

"Come on..." Donut growled. "What the fuck is he doin'?" Donut was obviously growing tired of this little show Koz was putting on and Liv knew that it was probably because he had money on Koz. He always bet on the home team.

"I think he's puttin on a little show." Liv motioned her head towards the red head. She heard Donut chuckle.

"Typical."

"GO KOZ..." She shouted gaining a look from the red head before she looked back towards the ring. Did Kozik have a little girlfriend? She made a mental note to quiz the shit out of him later.

Donut nudged her leg with his and gave her a sneaky wink, but the moment was interrupted by a loud fake HA. Both Liv and Donut turned towards the noise. It was Tig. He was cockily striding towards them, a bottle of Whisky in his hand and an evil glint in those pretty blue eyes of his.

"Somethin' funny brother?" Donut asked as his eyes observed the man. It was clear that he was drunk and pissed and that was never a good combination with the Samcro SAA.

"Yeah. Hap's bitch cheerin' for pretty boy there." Liv started to get that gut feeling again, the feeling that nothing good was going to come of this.

When she had caught him staring at her before she had put it down to his loyalty towards Hap but now as those ice blue crazy eyes bored into her she realised that his behavior was because of his loyalty to someone else.

"Watch it brother." Donut wasn't pissed most of the guys refereed to women like that but he had to admit he didn't like Tig referring to Liv like that especially when she was sat right there.

"Why?" Tig stepped even closer towards the pair making Liv feel extremely uncomfortable. "I mean are you still even his bitch? Cos last time I saw you, you were running that sweet ass if yours outta here." He was right in front of her now. "Which makes me wonder why your back here doll." His hand reached out to grab her but before his hand could make contact with her it was pulled away.

"We got a problem here?" Donut asked getting to his feet as his grip on Tig's arm tightened.

Tig just started laughing and it was freaking Liv out so she got to her feet as well. Her hand coming to rest on Donuts.

"It's fine I'm just going to head inside."

She barely made it two steps past Tig before she heard the smashing of glass and a hand wrapping around her upper arm roughly. She was spun around and ended up coming face to face with Tig. He had somehow managed to free himself from Donut's hold and was now focused solely on her.

Donut went to pull him off her put Tig remained unphased and shrugged the bigger man off. Liv's eyes darted around her everyone was looking at them but none of them looked like they were about to help her apart from Donut and Koz who was now making his way out the ring.

But it was someone else who pulled Tig off her.


Happy took the bags and strapped them to the back of his bike. Thankfully Liv hadn't unpacked her shit from last night which meant that they could get the fuck out of here quickly. He didn't need Clay getting to his feet and kicking up a fuss before they left. But just as he finished attaching the bags he heard the sound of glass shattering on the floor.

It was Liv, something was wrong.

Happy stormed over to the ring, pushing his way through the crowd although when people saw him coming up behind them they soon moved.

In the middle of the man made circle stood his girl with Tig's hands on her.

Happy couldn't keep his anger suppressed any longer. He lunged himself at Tig. They wrestled on the ground before Happy got the upper hand and pinned Tig to the floor as he finally let himself go. Happy threw punch after punch. Deep down Happy knew that this was not about Tig, it was all about Clay but he didn't give a shit right now.

"Hap...Hap..." Liv went to go and pull him off Tig but Donut stopped her by grabbing her wrist stopping her advancing towards the brawl that was happening a few feet in front of her.

Pulling her out of the way Donut took her place of breaking up the brawl between the two brothers.

"Come on lads." Donut tried to pull Happy off Tig but Happy just shrugged him off but with the help of Kozik they managed to separate the two. Jax had hold of Tig and was whispering something into his ear, Donut guessed that the VP was trying to calm the fiery SAA the fuck down.

"What the hell man..." Tig yelled ignoring Jax as he tried to speak to him.

"You fuckin' touch her again and I will kill you."

"Your really gonna kill a brother over for that traitorous whore..." Happy felt Donut and Kozik pull him back but it was Liv's voice that finally broke through his rage and stopped him from launching himself at Tig again.

He turned to look at her. Tears were burning into the back of her eyes. He watched her eyes leave his and as he followed the direction she was looking at he realised that everyone was just staring at them. He hated being the centre of attention.

Running his bloody and bruised hand over the back of his head he stepped forward and took her elbow in his hand as he started leading her away.

"Hap.." LIv desperately wanted to know what was going on but Happy just shook his head at her.

"Not now Liv." Liv nodded and rushed to keep up with his larger strides as they headed towards his bike.

"Seriously...Hap...brother..."

"HE AIN'T YOUR BROTHER ANYMORE."

Happy stopped. He automatically pulled Liv closer as he stared straight ahead at Clay, who was holding Happy's cut in the air.

Fuck.