a/n I know I'm updating faster than normal but this chapter seemed to fall from my finger tips. One reviewer mentioned that there are some minor spelling and grammar errors. When I do the final edit in FanFic doc my computer seems to think I want to be spelling in Spanish... So due to that and just to make sure my work is the best it can be I am looking for a beta reader. Please PM me if you are interested. With out further ado here is the next chpt. Thank you so much for all those who have reviewed/favorited/followed this story. Especially the guest reviewers who I cannot thank personally.

"I could really use option three right now."

"Thought option three required no names." Happy said taking a good long look at the dancer as she lay in her bed. The upper part of her body-clad only in a sport bra- lay exposed with the blankets tangled at her waist.

"Cant always get what you want. Besides I don't know your real name." Leah told him.

"Real name is Happy." He told her considering her proposal. "Fast, angry, naked sex with no strings and preferably no names exchanged" her words the day before ran through his mind.

"Really? Well I'll take what I can get in that case. Either way I'm changing these sheets and taking a shower. If you'd like to help me receive some tension feel free to join me, if not you know where the beer is and the guest bedroom." Leah climbed out of bed and began walking to the shower.

Leah ran the water hot and strong trying to clear the memory of her nightmare from her mind.

"We're coming for you."

"Vamos a encontrarte."

"Can't hide little girl."

"We'll find you. No matter where you go."

The voices ran together. None of them showing a face but whispering in her ear. Leah clutched Andrew closer to her. The voices came closer and closer.

A gunshot rang into the air. Leah screamed and clutched Andrew closer to her chest trying to protect her son with her body. But something was wrong. Something felt wet. She looked down to see scarlet blooming from her son's tiny chest.

"Andrew! No!" she screamed trying to stop the blood flow from pouring out.

"Mommy?" Andrew asked, "It hurts Mommy. Make it stop hurting. Please Mommy, I'm scared."

"Its ok Andrew, it's going to be ok. Just hold on baby." Leah sobbed grasping her son.

"I'm cold Mommy." Andrew whispered pitifully.

"We're coming for you." The voice said. Leah looked around hoping to see who did this to her son, to put a face to the voice. To know whom she had to find to get her revenge. But she could see nothing. Could only hear the cruel laughter that followed echoing again and again bouncing off the walls.

The next thing she remembered was Happy waking her up. And her offering him unattached, uncomplicated sex. She just needed something to push away the images of her son dying in her arms. Push away the sound of the laughing voice. Now standing in the shower, the hot water scalding her sweating body, Leah couldn't tell what she wanted more, Happy to take her up on her offer or for him to ignore her offer as mindless babble one makes after sleep.

The bathroom door opened and shut. The shower curtain was pushed roughly aside and another body joined her in the hot spray.

"You change your mind you say so now or there's no going back." Happy's rough voice rasped in her ear as he pushed her front up against the shower wall. His body pressing against hers.

"Can you deliver?" Leah demanded her breathing becoming shallow and rapid. Every bit of tension she buried for the past few days went straight down south.

Instead of answering her Happy reached one arm around her body to grasp her breast pinching her tit tightly and sliding his other hand going down to start circling her clit. Leah gasped out loud as the nerve endings fired in rapid succession.

"I'll take that as a yes." She gasped out. Leah reached behind her to grasp him, giving him a few confident strokes before turning herself around to face him. Her eyes were met by his tattooed chest, for a moment she was distracted by the display of colors painted on his body.

"Not here." She said as she ran a hand down his muscled chest. "I want to ride you." She needed to be in control, needed to be on top as she rode him into oblivion. Leah shut off the water before stepping out of the shower. She didn't bother to grab a towel before leading Happy to the guest bedroom. In the year she'd been in her house another man had never been in her bed. The first time wasn't going to be in sheets soaked in the sweat of a nightmare.

"Here?" He asked as she pushed him down on to the bed.

"Clean sheets in here." Leah said as she climbed on top of him. Moving quickly she impaled herself on top of him, bracing her arms against his shoulders. She set a pace, slow at first before slowly speeding up.

Fuck the bitch was good, rolling her hips against him while clutching him tightly with her inner muscles. Tiny hands scraping short nails down his chest. Happy gripped her hips tightly as she rode him as if her life depended on it. Happy fucked a lot of women and he could tell when a woman was fucking to impress, fucking for her own pleasure or fucking to forget something. The bitch on top of him was fucking to forget. He let her ride for a while, feel like she was in control before he grabbed her leg and flipped her on to her stomach and pounded her from behind.

It wasn't sweet, it wasn't gentle, it was fast, rough and unyielding. It was exactly what Leah needed. Their already wet bodies slipped and slid over each other in a demented race for relief. She cried out loud as her body came closer and closer to pushing her over the edge. Leah grasped at the sheets, clenching them tightly as she screamed. Behind her Happy grunted as he came close to his own finish.

Leah could feel her orgasm building deep inside her. She pushed against Happy with each thrust he drove into her body deeper and deeper. It built and built in her core until her orgasm ripped through her. A scream tore out of her body, loud and savage. Happy continued to drive into her as her walls clenched around him. Minutes later his own orgasm followed he grunted loudly as he pulled out his cum spraying over her back. Leah collapsed beneath him as he braced himself on the headboard. They stayed like that for a moment before Leah pushed herself up.

"Well I definitely need that shower now." She panted as she began to recover a bit of her breath. She rolled her body off the bed and rose to her feet looking back down at Happy. He laid spread eagle on the bed on his back. Leah could see his muscled chest heaving slightly from the athletic sex.

Happy for his part looked over at her. Even with him lying on the bed she still looked tiny. Her hair hung in long ropes around her breasts and her pale skin was still flushed red from exertion. He could see where his hands had dug into her hips and was more than willing to bet the morning light would show hand shaped bruises. He didn't feel bad though if he looked down at his own chest he knew he'd see scratch marks trailing his tattoo's.

"Smiley faces?" Leah asked gesturing to his collection of marks above his left hip.

"A bird?" Happy asked gesturing to the flying bird tattooed in the crevice of her pelvis and flying up her hip.

"A robin." Leah corrected. "Clean sheets are in the cupboard if you want to sleep in here." Leah called over her shoulder as she retreated. "I will be in my room if you want rounds two and three."

Leah walked back into her bedroom and glanced between the bathroom door and the pile of nightmare induced, sweat soaked linin at the bottom of her bed.

"Fuck it." She said to herself before moving back into the shower. She quickly washed her body and hair before getting out. Pulling her long hair into a quick braid she grabbed fresh sheets out of the cupboard. She quickly remade the bed in a haphazard fashion before collapsing down asleep exhausted from the night's athletics. She awoke sometime later to a rough voice in her ear.

"Thought you said you wanted round two. Think you're up for it girl?"

Still half asleep she smiled as a weight settled on top of her back.

"Lets see what you got." She said before arching up to meet him.

~o0o~

The next morning Leah awoke in her bed alone. She stretched luxuriously recalling rounds two and three the night before each the same as the first, rough, angry and fast. Her muscles stretched out stiff and sore from the pervious nights activities. Leah grabbed one of her many oversized tee shirts and padded her way into the kitchen on a hunt for food.

Happy sat in the living room cleaning his gun again. The smooth motion of running the cleaning oils across the cold metal kept his hands busy and his mind free. Jax called early in the morning, only to say there was no news. Same as every other damn day since this bullshit started. Happy acted, reacted even to events, he obeyed his president and right now his orders were to sit and wait. Problem was he didn't fucking wait well. He wouldn't lie, nailing the dancer last night felt damn good. What with all the regime change, cartel bullshit and Damon Pope issues he hadn't had time for anything more than a morning blowjob from a club whore. The slight sound of footsteps falling caused him to look up. The dancer walked into the open kitchen wearing nothing but a large tee shirt that fell to her mid-thighs. How the fuck did a bitch that short get legs like that.

"Who's my keeper today?" She asked as she pushed her sleep/sex-mussed hair from her face.

"Juice." He replied staring at her before turning back to cleaning his gun.

"Waffles than for breakfast." Leah said while turning in the kitchen. The night Juice stayed over he mentioned he liked waffles. As she moved around the kitchen her muscles ached and pulled and seemed to be singing we had sex, we had sex, we had several rounds of athletic sex! She quickly made the waffle batter from memory, easy enough, as it was Andrew's favorite and ignored the pull of her muscles.

"Hey Hap, Jax told me right before I left he wants you over at the clubhouse today after breakfast. Told him he should just stop by here and get some food for his trouble but he said Tara would kill him if he was eating another woman's- oh hi Leah" Juice cut himself off as he walked in seeing Leah clad in nothing but a tee shirt.

"Hey Juice. Waffles?" Leah asked holding up the batter.

"Uh… yeah sure. Thanks Leah." Juice said blushing a bit as her tee-shirt rode up a bit.

"Perfect. I'll just put this one on and go get dressed. If the timer starts beeping just take the waffle out of the waffle maker." Leah said as she expertly ladled the batter in to the waffle maker her parents had given her the first time they visited. She felt the familiar twinge of regret she always did when using it. She may speak to her parents now but she didn't know if she could ever forgive them for not believing her. Or forgive her Daddy for still working for the man who raped her.

"Fuck man, you tap that?" Juice asked Happy. The brothers weren't exactly known to be quite about conquests.

Happy considered not answering for a bit, just letting the younger man stew but slowly his face broke out into a smirk and he nodded.

"Damn, you claiming her or she still up for grabs?" The younger man asked. She wasn't a Croweater so typical club rules were a bit fuzzy. If Happy claimed her she became off limits for good, if not any brother could try.

"Not claiming her." Happy said, "Jax say what he want?"

"Yeah, got a shipment with the Irish and info on the cartel." Juice said.

"Alright. I'll head over soon."

"Juice, Happy, Jax said I could still go to work. Jim just texted me to see if I was coming in tonight- is that ok?" Leah asked as she reentered the room in a comfy pair of jeans and a nice blouse.

"Presidents call." Happy said finishing putting his gun back together.

"Should I call and ask?" Leah questioned as she ladled out the next waffle.

"No." Happy said. "I'll text Juice and he'll tell you."

"But why-" Leah started.

"No." Happy cut her off. She opened her mouth again like she planned on saying something but before she could her phone began to ring.

"Its Mia." Leah told the men sitting in her living room. "Can I answer it?

"Go ahead." Juice said while Happy nodded again.

"Mia, hi, is everything alright?" She asked a bit worriedly.

"No everything's fine. Andrew just wanted to talk to you." Mia quickly explained.

"Oh ok, well can I talk to him?" Leah asked.

"Here he is."

"Hi Mommy!" Andrew voice came over the phone. "I miss you Mommy. When are Auntie Mia and me coming back?"

"Auntie Mia and I honey, its Auntie Mia and I." Leah answered her heart breaking at hearing her son's pitiful plea. "And soon baby. You guys can come home soon. I'm just working a lot this week." Her voice cracked a bit at the last word. Her son had never been away from her for more than a night at a time. Only to stay with friends for the night and what not.

"But I want to come home now." Her son demanded.

"Aren't you having fun with Auntie Mia? What are you guys going to do today?" Leah asked trying to get her son's mind off of missing home.

"She said we'd go to the beach." Andrew mumbled.

"The beach! That sounds fun! Are you packing a picnic?" Leah kept her voice carefully cheerful.

"Auntie Mia says if she can't cook in the house she can't cook on a beach. We're buying hotdogs she said." Andrew told her. "Why can't I come home Mommy."

"I'm working this week honey." Leah forced her voice not to betray the fact she was almost crying.

"Can't Auntie Mia watch me at home?" Andrew asked not understanding why.

"No baby, not this time." Leah said as a tear leaked from the corner of her eye. "I love you though baby. You'll be back here soon."

"But I want to come now." Andrew wined breaking Leah's heart.

"I know baby, I want you home too but I have to go or I'll be late for my first shift at work. I'll call you tonight and you can tell me all about going to the beach today ok baby?" Leah told him keeping her voice as even as she could.

"Ok mommy. Love you." Andrew said pathetically.

"Love you to baby." Leah hung up and stared at the prepaid in her hand.

"Are you alright?" Juice asked her cautiously while taking a bite from his waffle.

"No I'm not fucking alright. I just did two things I promised I'd never do. Lied to my son about something important and let him think that work was more important than him being happy. I'm not even close to fucking alright." Leah burst out channeling her anger at the young biker. "FUCK. What the fuck happened to my life." She screamed before swiping her hand across the counter knocking the cups and silverware to the ground along with the rest of the waffle batter. For a moment Leah stared at the mess before turning on her heel and walking over it and out of the room.

The two bikers in the kitchen heard a door slam followed by the hot spray of the shower turning on.

"Should we do something…" Juice started to say.

"Stay." Happy told his brother before standing up.

"Ok."

Happy walked straight into the master bathroom and pulled open the curtain.

"Can't hide in here all the time." He told Leah.

Leah looked at him, her face blotchy from the combination of crying and scalding water her hair hanging in pathetic tangles around her face.

"Are you a father?" She asked him not bothering to hide her tears or her nakedness.

"Nope." Happy told her as he stared at her, his eyes drawn to the bruises he'd left on her hips the night before.

"Then you don't understand. You can't understand." She told him as she started to turn away. Happy grabbed her shoulder and stopped her.

"What I understand is that you just disrespected a brother and that doesn't fly in this world." He told her seriously.

"Your world, not mine. I'm not a part of it."

"You are now. Mayans, Sons, Damon Pope the Galindo fucking Cartel all know who you are. This is your world now to and you gotta play by its rules. You're in a rare spot, not a club whore not an Old Lady you gotta learn the rules quick in this world." Happy told her, laying out the truth.

"I don't want it. I don't need it. I just want to be left alone." Leah shot back.

"Too late for that now. You don't know who Pope is? Who the Mayans are? Who the Cartel is? Ask your head hunter friend. She knows about them. She'll tell you. There's no escaping this world. So get out of the fucking shower, put on some cloths, makeup or what ever the hell it is you bitches do and get back out there." Happy explained to her. He wanted her to understand the reality of the world that had been thrown in her face.

Leah looked him straight in the eye, "And if I refuse?"

"Than this world will destroy you and your son and there is nothing we can do to protect you from it." Happy told her bluntly.

"I don't like being pushed around you know." Leah said.

"So don't be. Just learn the rules and play by them."

"Someone once told me you have to play by others rules until you have enough power to make them play by your rules."

"Smart man."

"He handed me a spiked wine glass ten minutes later." Leah said, "Give me ten minutes and I'll be out."

Exactly seven minutes later Leah emerged from her bedroom in tight dark blue jeans and a form fitting blood red tank top and a pair of her "kick ass girl power heels" on her feet and a slightly subdued version of her work makeup on her face her hair hanging in a tight braid down her shoulder. If she was going to be thrown into this new world she needed to feel tough.

"Sorry about that. Let me quick clean this up and I'll make up a new batch. Al is stopping by later for another grocery list?" She asked Juice.

"Uh… yeah." Juice answered.

"Good. I need to do laundry today and would like to rig up the clothesline out back. I was hoping he could help me if he was already coming by." Leah smiled and began cleaning up the mess.

Happy watched her as she moved around the kitchen chatting with a cautious Juice. Just as he'd seen her do several times in the last few days the bitch straightened her spine and continued on. If her smile was a little too tight around the corners he doubted many could tell. Strong bitch, he thought.

A/n I also linked the recipe for better than sex cake to my page. It is amazing and I strongly recommend trying it.