Silver Lining
'I won't get left behind
when the walls come tumbling in
I'll keep climbing,
I'll keep climbing'
You in?
Danny sat in his silver BMW, twirling her ring between his fingers as he contemplated what he was about to do.
If he walked into the derelict building before him he would be crossing a line, he'd be betraying a life long friend, a man who he looked up to, admired, a man who over their 15 years of friendship he had come to think of as his own flesh and blood. Yes if he went inside that building he would be crossing a line that would destroy that friendship forever. But as he looked down at the ring now settled in the palm of his hands Danny remembered that he had not been the one to turn his back on their friendship first Darby had.
There was denying that Jessica had ended up lying in a hospital bed because of him, because of his anger issues. But the fact that she was now being flown back to her home in Washington in a wooden casket, that blame landed at the feet of Samcro.
The tattooed bastard who had shot him six months had been the cause for all this. If he hadn't of gone to see Jessica that day then Danny would never have accused her of having an affair and would never have had to punish her with his fists. Meaning she would never have ended up in Hospital and the tattooed bastards little bitch wouldn't have stuck her nose into his business and taken Jessica from right underneath his nose, she would still be alive. But she wasn't. Because his girlfriend who he loved with his whole heart (no matter what anybody believed) had gotten caught in the crossfire of bullets, bullets that had Son's names on them not hers. She was innocent.
But instead of his life long friend helping him exact his revenge on the club they both hated with the same amount of passion Darby decided he wanted to take a different approach to this. Darby saw this as an opportunity, a chance to finally use Samcro to his advantage.
Danny hadn't taken kindly to Darby's idea of using the sons to get to Liv, not because he wouldn't mind getting his hands on the little bitch but because that wasn't the deal Darby was offering. He didn't want Liv so Danny could exact his revenge he wanted her so he could seal the investor for his new club who apparently had a hard on for Liv since her days at Deuces. The deal was for her to perform a few shows and then she would be handed back to the Sons, and if that wasn't a kick to the balls for Danny, she was to be returned completely unharmed.
Danny objected but Darby shot him down telling him that he had no say in this, and that was it for Danny. He was done. Although he may not have been a 100% happy when Darby had told him there would be no retaliation for Happy knee capping he kind of understood, it would cause a fight they were not prepared for, but being denied retaliation for the murder of his girlfriend, Danny could not get right with that and he was done.
And that's why he found himself under the cover of darkness, stepping over the threshold into the warehouse. That tattooed bastard had taken every from him, his girl, his brother, everything and now it Happy's turn to lose something.
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Liv lay on her side beside him enjoying the feel of his arm resting underneath her. Since waking up she hadn't been able to take her eyes off him. After 9 long years she finally felt like she was where she was meant to be.
And although she was blissfully happy beside him, just watching him she couldn't shake this nigglingly feeling she had in the back of her head that something was wrong.
It was a feeling she'd had since she saw him waiting on the steps for her outside of the Charming Police Station, it was a feeling that she hadn't been able to shake. She was worried for him but whatever it was that had made him act like this she knew one thing for certain she was going to do whatever she could to help him.
"Stop it." Liv almost jumped away from him when he spoke but quickly recovered.
"Wha..?"
"Thinking bout shit you ain't got no control over." He said before she could question him. Liv smiled his eyes weren't even open and yet he still knew what she was doing, and that was because he knew her just like she knew him.
She felt his arm that was trapped beneath her pull her towards him, as he manoeuvred his body so that he was leering over her, his hands taking most of his weight so he didn't crush her small frame with larger one.
He could see her brain working overtime, just like always. Most of time during their relationship she never pushed him for details, Happy told her what he thought she needed to know no more no less and she was okay with that, respected it but he also knew that it didn't stop her from worrying because that was Liv all over, always thinking about other people before herself.
But this time he could tell that this was really playing on her mind and he put down to the fact that they hadn't been 'them' for 9 years. Shit he was finding it hard having her thrown back into his life, that's how they'd ended up back at her apartment all the way in fucking Oakland of all places. So he could understand her unease.
He watched as her eyes surveyed him, covering every inch of him until finally resting on his eyes. Looking so intently into them it was like she was looking into his tarnished soul, he hadn't been looked at like that in very long time, to long if truth be told.
Leaning down he covered her lips with his giving her a lingering kiss before pulling away, letting his thumb graze over her freshly kissed lips.
"He wants you. Offered us a deal." He watched her eyes widen but she held her composure, kept her face neutral even though he knew his words had freaked her, the feel of her rapid beating of heart against his chest confirmed it. "He ain't gettin' you."
He covered her lips with his again, this time with more passion making sure she understood that he meant what he had just said.
He wanted her, Darby wanted her. That's all that was flashing through her mind until he kissed her roughly, his tongue forcing entrance as his hand slid down the curve of her naked body. Whatever he was facing she was facing it to, they were going to get through this together. And as much as she loved that fact, she felt terrible for having put him in this sort of position in the first place.
Her nails trailed down his bare tattooed chest, making him flinch slightly when she reached his ribs. The big bad ass biker was ticklish how had she forgotten. She giggled into his mouth as he shifted when she tickled him more.
"Bitch." He growled against her lips as he captured both her wrists and pinned them either side of her head. "Your gonna pay for that."
"Really?" She asked as she cocked her eyebrow.
Happy nodded his head before working his way down her body, leaving a trail of kisses and bites. Keeping her wrists trapped with in one hand he ran his other up the inside of her thigh. He was about to move further up and punish her making her beg till she couldn't take it any more, but was interrupted by the buzzing of his cell on the bedside table.
Both letting out frustrated grumbles Happy snagged his cell from the table, making sure he kept Liv trapped beneath him. She wasn't going anywhere till he said.
Liv placed butterfly kissing along his collarbone as he leant across her. She hoped he would put an end to the conversation quickly so they could get back to what they had started. But when he turned back to face her a serious look on his face and the cell still glued to his ear, Liv knew that their play time was over. Softly catching his lip with hers she manoeuvred herself from beneath him mouthing to him that she was going to take a shower.
Happy waited till she had left the room before he returned to Clay who was waiting on the other end of the line.
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20 minutes later Liv stepped back into her bedroom a towel wrapped around her small frame and her wet hair tumbling over her shoulders.
She found Happy sitting at the end of her bed. Liv couldn't stop the frown appearing on her face. He was in the middle of getting dressed, his jeans and socks already on. She knew what this meant, he was leaving.
When he lifted his head up to look at her, Liv looked away not wanting him to catch the disappointment on her face. She walked over to her dresser grabbing her hair brush to occupy herself so she didn't have to look back at him. Not because she was mad with him, but she didn't want him to see her upset she didn't want to make him feel guilty. She knew this had to happen they'd already discussed the fact that she couldn't be in Charming and she got that but she just hated that he had to leave now, she just got him back and now he was leaving again. She selfishly wanted more time with.
Happy caught the sadness masking her face as she watched him getting ready. He knew exactly what she was thinking, she was thinking he was leaving her here, keeping her from Charming just like they had talked about. But things were different now, they were different and unbeknownst to her his plans of sending her away had changed.
He'd finally decided where she stood in his life. What she meant. She was his Old Lady. But he wasn't going to drag her ass back there put his patch on the line if she wasn't on the same page.
After giving her a minute to compose herself he pushed himself from the bed and walked up behind, his hands settling on her hips.
"That was Clay. They need me back in Charming." Her head nodded but she never spoke. He knew he had to ask her the question but before he did he took a moment to take her in. He started nibbling on her earlobe before kissing his way down her neck, his hand sliding between the towel allowing his fingers to touch the soft skin on her stomach as he pulled her closer. The smell of Vanilla and Almond invading his senses.
Every move he made on her he felt her open herself to him. From the slight tilt of her head giving him better access to her neck to her hand that was now resting on top of his as she guided his hand over her naked skin. Her body was giving him his answer now he just needed to hear the words.
He pulled his lips and hand from her body and turned her around so they were face to face. Stepping closer he pinned her body firmly against her dresser was his as he stared directly into her big green eyes. This was it.
"We need to leave now, so make it quick."
"We? You want me to come to Charming but I thought we agreed that me being ther..."
"That was before. This is now." He spoke firmly his hand inching up her neck. "Either you can come back to Charming with me or y..." Happy never got to finish his sentence as her lips crashed onto his. This lasted only for moment before she pulled away. One of her hands resting against his bare chest as her other hand cupped his face.
"I'm with you Hap."
"Good." He leant in to kiss her again but the hand on his chest pushed him back. Causing his brow to furrow in confusion.
"I meant what I said I'm here with you but..."
"But what? Liv if you want out just fucking say it don't fuck with me." He spat as he roughly removed her hand from his chest. But Liv wasn't going to let him push her away because that was most defiantly not what she was trying to do. So now she used both her hands to cup his face making sure he kept looking at her.
"I won't put you at risk. This shit with Darby this deal..."
"I told you that ain't your fucking concern that shit's handled." Liv sighed it was obvious that he wasn't going to budge on this. He was adamant that he was handling this so for now she would relent but she meant what she said even if he wasn't listening.
"Okay." Her grip on his face softened and she kissed him quickly. "I better start packing then." Happy nodded his head victoriously. He had her and that was the way it was going to stay until he said otherwise.
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It was just a shade past 1am when they pulled into the Teller/Morrow parking lot. Although Liv had to pack light it was nice knowing that she at least had her own stuff with her. She could give Gemma back her clothes, and hopefully she wouldn't have to depend on her for anything else.
Following Happy towards the clubhouse she was a little surprised when he grabbed the strap of the duffel bag resting across her body and pulled her closer as the entered the clubhouse. She felt herself lean into him, but when they stepped inside and she noticed the bar was over run with various Sons who were either checking weapons, hunched over papers which to her looked like blueprints, or packing up equipment she instinctively pulled away from him remembering that they weren't in Tacoma now but to her surprise again he pulled her back.
As they walked further in she watched as the various Sons nodded in their direction obviously as a greet to Hap, but as they for the dorms Happy stopped, as did she when she saw Clay in front of them sitting at a table all alone apart from the drink in front of him.
Noting their presence Clay looked at Happy, before his eyes shifted to Liv who was glued to his side.
Happy didn't need any further instruction from Clay. Turning to Liv he whispered into her ear telling to head to his room and he'd be there in a bit. She nodded her head and continued to his room, sparing a quick timid smile to Clay who raised his glass to her in response.
Happy walked over to his president knowing and completely expecting to have his ass handed to him.
"Clay I..."Clay raised his hand cutting him dead.
"You sort out what you needed to." Hap nodded. "You here, with us, your brothers?"
"100%."
"You sure. I need your head in the game not somewhere else." Happy watched as Clay's eyes left his as he glanced over his shoulder towards the hall. He knew what Clay was insinuating and he didn't like it.
"I'm here Clay. I'm ready."
"Good. Tig has the details." Happy followed the direction Clay was pointing to. When he looked back at Clay he was on his feet. "We're going after the Bandits we leave in 30 minutes."
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Clay sat on the edge of his bed his shoulders heavy. Today had been another long fucking day in the world of Samcro.
He was glad to hear that his enforcer was back where he belonged pledging his loyalty to his club, because they needed him. Especially now, tonight.
But it was the after that Clay didn't want to think about. He noticed the difference between them as soon as they had walked inside. He kept her close to him and she curled into him accepting his protection. Whatever had happened during their little trip it had clearly brought them closer which lead Clay to believe that the little deal with Darby was never going to happen, especially if they were together.
"You okay baby?" Clay looked over his shoulder at his wife who leaning against the door frame to the bathroom.
Clay shook his head as he ran a hand over his tired face before turning away from her. Moments later he felt the bed dip as a pair of comforting arms wrapped around his shoulders.
"Let me guess he brought the little tart back with him." Clay shook his head. Since the shit went down this morning with the Fed Gemma had taken to refereeing to Liv as the Little Tart. Why he wasn't sure. Placing one his hands over the top of his he looked back at her.
"Yeah. I don't know what to do here Gem. If their together he ain't gonna let this Darby deal pass." Gemma huffed.
"Well we need to think of something Clay, I want her out of here." Clay turned so he could look at her properly. He knew why he wanted her out as far as he was concerned she was threat to this club but the tone in Gemma's voice led him to believe that she had her own personal problems with the girl. "Caught her and Jax this morning, they looked pretty cosy." She remarked, her disgust clear.
"Well that would explain why he was so defensive of her before. So Jax has a crush? You think it's one way?"
"She was a stripper for Darby of all people, we all know what that involves." Gemma arched a perfectly plucked brow. "She's a little tart Clay."
"Yeah." Gemma knew her husbands brain was putting this all together as he tried to work out a plan.
"What you planning baby?" Clay flashed her his pearly whites before getting back to his feet.
"I have to go we're heading out." He dropped a kiss onto her head. "Don't wait up."
Gemma watched him leave. She didn't like where his head was at, the sinister smile that graced his face just before he left made her uneasy. She wanted the bitch gone just as much as he did but in noway was she going to stand by and let him use her Son, he wanted a scape goat he could find some other smuck, in fact she already had the perfect person in mind.
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