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Lita was sitting in bed. She was accompanied by her cat, a bucket of ice cream and her book. It was about 4 in the morning. She still had hope Happy would return tonight. Not being able to fall asleep, waiting around was the only thing to do right now.

She had been staring at the same page for about 15 minutes now. Her mind kept wandering. Was this really what she wanted to do with her life? Koziks words kept ringing through her head, "just a porn slut".. In the end that was what it came down to, how other people saw her. She had gotten the contract at Cara Cara. It had left her both happy and anxious at the same time. It meant money, but it also meant a commitment to a job that she was less and less happy about. Luckily her next shoot on Monday was a solo, the ones she loved to do the most. "Just me and my hand" she thought, amused.

Soon however her mind wondered back to the Kozik incident. And to Tig. It had almost shocked her, to see this sweet nurturing side of him. And the sex they had that morning… it was completely the opposite of the sex they had so far. It had been all fucking, slapping, biting and screaming. Rough. This had been.. almost like she imagined married couples had sex! Jesus! There was something about it that didn't sit well with her. Even though she knew he would never admit it, Tig was starting to fall for her. That had to be it. But she could see how that tore him up. He was a broken man inside. There probably was a immense amount of pain and internal suffering he carried. She could see it in his eyes, most clearly when he was so vulnerable that morning. And then there was the question, what did she feel for him?

At this point she almost saw him as her protector.. It seemed a bit fucked up to say she almost saw him as a father figure, considering they fucked.. Well she supposed she did have some daddy issues..

Lita pressed her hands against her face and moaned. Her mind was like a rabbit, racing forward jumping from left to right. Inevitably the rabbit ended up at the boots of that other man.

Happy. The dinner they had together had been so.. nice. A word she never thought she would use concerning Happy. What was going on! All the men she knew seemed to be changing their ways! They had talked about Charming, how she liked the small town, the Friday night parties and bikes. She didn't ask why he went to Tacoma. She may not have been here all that long, but one of the first things she learned was not to ask about anything regarding "the club". Even though she had played by the rules so far it didn't quite sit well. Who knew what Happy had been called to do.. She wasn't ignorant, she knew these men did things that probably where borderline psychopathic. But she had to admit, she had always been drawn to danger. The boring 9 to 5 life never appealed to her. And she liked to think she brought out the human, compassionate side in those men. Maybe even a little too much lately..

Suddenly she jumped when there was a loud knock on the door. "Finally!" she thought, she really could use a good ol' fuck! She quickly got out of bed. She was wearing a black thong and a soft lace bra. She quickly threw on her leopard print robe and hurried for the door.

"Oh my god!" Her hand flew to her mouth. She was staring straight in the barrel of a gun.

"Keep quiet bitch! Listen up, you tell your biker buddies they keep doing trade with black they're gonna find some loved ones will go missing. In Charming white has always had the upper hand. We're not gonna let your boys fuck that up!"

Lita stared at the man before her, eyes wide open and mouth ajar. He was wearing a mask over his face and dark clothing. She felt fear, anger and adrenaline running through her. "Fuck you! Get that gun out of my face!" Ok so anger got the upper hand, great..

"Ouch!" Lita cringed and stumbled backwards. The man, holding the gun, had whipped it to the side of her face.

"You touch her again you're dead motherfucker". His voice was eerily calm but dripping with rage. Lita was crouching against the wall and saw a hooded figure standing behind the man, a gun steadily pointed at him. Of course she didn't need to see his face. His growling voice had immediately calmed her down. The three people stood still in their positions for a few seconds. The masked man had turned slightly and was looking at Happy. Just when Lita thought time had froze or something Happy made his move. He lunged forward and gave the man the same treatment he had given Lita moments before. Only Happy aimed to knock out. A loud thud sounded when the man fell face forward into her hallway. Happy had clubbed him with his gun, probably knowing exactly where to hit to get the result he wanted. Lita immediately jumped up and almost knocked the wind out of Happy when she flung herself around his waist and buried her face in his vest while muttering all kinds of gibberish it seemed.

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Happy had decided to walk back to Lita's apartment now that he knew how close it was. A decision he was now very happy about. He was called by Jax for an urgent church meeting regarding exactly what was happening right now. Jax had been told that the Aryan Brotherhood was getting restless, supposedly because he had recently made a deal with black concerning the weapon trade. They needed more intel on it, he had concluded.

He immediately noticed the big SUV parked almost in front of her apartment. When he inched closer, staying in the shadows, he also saw the man standing in her doorway. It took all his willpower not to run over there right that moment but he had seen the gun. He didn't want to risk anything. He heard the man make his threat and cringed when he heard Lita's comeback. She was vaguely lit from behind and he felt a pang of possessiveness when he saw that her robe was hanging open. Her gorgeous body heaving with tension. He had his gun ready and he got as close to the door as possible. The moment the mans gun touched her face he moved forward. He knew what he had to do.

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"Be quiet girl, we need to get him inside" Happy muttered, taken aback by her touch.

"Yes, of course, sorry" Lita said, trying to compose herself but still shaking with adrenaline. She suddenly realised she was in her robe and quickly wrapped herself up tight in it.

"Great" she thought, "Another rescue, I wonder if Happy will also start fucking me like im his wife from now on". Just like the first time, she was thanking heaven and earth someone had come to save her, but it also made her feel weak. She felt like an idiot for opening the door this late at night without her gun, when had she ever forgotten that! "Your mind was already undressing Happy, that's what happened!"

The absolutely absurd image of Happy dragging the man into her house by his arms interrupted her train of thoughts. She quickly closed the door as soon as his feet bonked over the threshold. She stood by the door, watching as Happy pulled off the mask and appeared to be checking the man's tattoos. Suddenly she felt something tickling her cheek, down to her neck. She reached upper her hand and touched something wet. "Am I crying?" she thought for a second. But suddenly it was as if the adrenaline stopped working and she snapped back to reality. "Ah fuck!" she exclaimed, stepping over the body towards her hallway mirror. There was a gash on her cheek, slowly oozing blood. The pain was dull and heavy.

"Let's get you patched up" Happy came to stand behind her and put his hand on her shoulder. Is this a fucking déjà-vu or what?! Lita thought.

"And thanks for putting your blood all over my clothes" he added with a grin, watching as Lita's face scrunched up in horror and embarrassment. "I need to make some calls and then I'm gonna take you to the clubhouse. I suggest you put on something that doesn't make me wanna fuck you right up against this dresser" he added, playfully pushing his crotch up against her ass.

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