Perry made her way into the clubroom expecting to find it empty but was surprised to find it a hive of activity. Hardly a patched member was in sight save the prospects, the one she'd heard Jax refer to as Miles and an older one that wore a denim kutte as opposed to the leather of the others. The rest of the room was made up mainly of women and children all with obvious varying levels of authority. She cast her eyes around searching for Kate and found her seated on one of the couches with a small but pretty blonde woman. The older man's eyes seemed to follow her as she made her way through the room toward Kate. She knew she must be a sight still with her eye all bruised up but his gaze unnerved her.
"Hey Perry. How are you feeling?" Kate asked as she approached.
"Better." Perry answered casting an eye back toward the old man whose attention had turned elsewhere.
"Glad to hear it. This is Lyla by the way." Kate babbled.
"Hey." Perry greeted her.
"Hi honey." She said before casting her eye across the room at a group of kids. "Excuse me a moment." She said with a sigh. "Kenny let everyone else have a turn too. Ellie can you make sure their all sharing sweetheart?" She said before turning away from them.
"Are they your kids?" Perry asked.
"The little blond boy is mine. The other two are my step kids. You might have met my husband Opie?"
"I can't say I really recall names or faces just yet."
"She was a little out of it when we got here." Kate added.
Lyla smiled. "So I heard."
"Who's the old man over there?" Perry asked already feeling she could trust Lyla. She seemed quiet and normal enough amongst some of the other women that flocked around the room.
"Hey? Oh, that's Piney. Opie's father. He's first nine and doesn't really go out on most things with them now due to his health."
"First nine? What does that mean?"
"One of the founding members of the club."
"Is there a reason why he's staring at me?"
Lyla smiled. "You're somewhat of a talking point around here honey. To have Happy so smitten? That's something."
"I guess that's why Gemma's staring over now too?"
"More than likely. She'll run you through her paces soon."
"Doesn't she just run the garage?"
"No honey. Gemma is queen around here. She's Clay's old lady and Jax's mother. While the men answer to Clay, us women answer to Gemma. She tells you to do something it's within your best interests to do it."
"She sounds scary." Kate said.
"She can be but just make sure you stay on her good side and you'll be fine."
"And the other brunette woman, the doctor one. Where's she?"
"You must mean Tara, Jax's old lady. She's around here somewhere, probably putting her boys down for a nap."
"And what's she like? She seemed okay while she was patching me up from what I remember."
"She's okay. She tends to look down her nose on some of the women around here for their life and career choices. Me included."
"What do you do?" Perry asked.
"I work in porn. Behind the camera now but in front before I married Opie."
Perry nodded. "Nothing wrong with that."
Lyla smiled as Tara entered from the hallway. "Hey Perry. That eye is looking better already. How are you feeling?"
"Better. Thanks for before."
"No problem. It's my job. So you and Happy hey?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"A lot of the girls around here are kind of scared of him."
"I can see why but personally I'm more scared of Gemma. She hasn't stopped staring at me."
Tara smiled. "Gemma's fine so long as you give her what she wants."
"That's what Lyla said."
"She'll probably want to talk to you at some point, but being that it's Happy you've hooked up with she's probably not about to send you packing. Even she knows better than to question him and his choices."
"How much does she usually know about what goes on around here?" Perry asked suddenly.
"A fair bit. Why?"
"I'm not so sure that my choice of man will be her issue with me is all." Perry said as the older woman rose from her seat at the bar and headed over the group of younger women.
"Um Kate how about I go introduce you to some of the other girls?" Lyla said awkwardly as she rose from the couch after a meaningful glance from Gemma.
"I'll go check on the boys." Tara said rising also despite having just put them down for a nap.
"So the corrections officer returns." Gemma opened the conversation not at all unkindly.
"Yeah." Perry said quietly not really knowing what else to say.
"It appears you have Happy quite smitten."
"He just wants to keep me safe."
"It's more than that Perry. I saw the way he reacted when you left here the day your car was brought in. It's rare that a woman says no to him and he's been stomping around here like a lost soul ever since. That is until you turned up here this morning."
"I had no intention of coming here. It was Kate's idea."
"I'll bet he's glad you did. Who did this to you?"
Perry sighed. "My hopefully soon to be ex-husband."
Gemma nodded. "I don't know much about you Perry, but I know you deserve better than that. Don't be surprised if your ex winds up worse off than you right now."
"If only it were that easy." Perry sighed.
"How do you mean?" Gemma asked.
"My family is, let's just say, fairly prominent in town and isn't easily messed with."
"Do go on." Gemma pressed.
Perry swallowed before she continued thinking how much she should tell Gemma. "Are you aware that they're doing a deal with the Russians today?" She asked instead.
Gemma's eyes went wide surprised at how much this new girl seemed to know. "Yes. That's why they've set the lockdown."
"It's not just for that reason. My father is the new head of the Russian mafia around here. My husband is his right hand man."
Gemma's eyes remained wide. "And you said it was your husband that did this to you?"
"Yes." She said quietly.
"Am I correct in assuming you had little choice when it came to marrying your husband?"
Perry nodded. "My father arranged it and he is not the sort of man you say no to."
"Are they all aware of the mess this creates?"
"Yeah. I think so. I tried to tell Happy I'd go back to Nikolai and pretend I was never here if it'd make things easier but he wouldn't hear it."
"Of course he wouldn't. He'll protect you Perry with his own life if it came to that. He's not about to let you go."
Perry sighed. "I didn't ask for any of this Gemma. It was meant to be one night that I was with Happy and my husband was meant to stay away."
"Perry I suspect you've grown up in an environment that's taught you that things rarely work out the way you want them to. My advice right now would be to go with it. Let Happy call the shots and see where it leads you both and be honest with him. Let him know anything he needs to in order to keep you safe."
"Thanks Gemma." Perry smiled. "You know I was kind of scared when you headed over here."
Gemma smiled. "I might be critical of some of the girls around here but I'm not about to cross paths with Happy when it comes to his choice of woman especially not one that has a job such as yours."
Perry smiled. "It's funny the effect a uniform has on people isn't it?"
"Aha." Gemma nodded as she rose from her spot next to Perry. "I'm guessing your friend doesn't have a uniform per se?"
Perry laughed. "Well she kind of does. Just significantly less than most jobs require and she regularly takes it off while on the job."
Gemma chuckled. "I like you Perry. I can see why Happy does too. You'll do well around here." She smiled as she headed from the room toward the kitchen.
"Do we get a demonstration?" Yuri asked in his thickly accented voice.
"Targets are set up over there. Feel free." Clay answered.
Happy scowled as the two men headed over to the targets talking quietly between themselves in Russian. The henchmen they'd brought with them to this meet either stepped back standing closer to the two black Mercedes they'd arrived in or moved to flank Yuri and Nikolai.
"I'd prefer to demonstrate the effectiveness on them." Happy muttered under his breath.
Clay raised an eyebrow at the Killer.
"What? You know the pricks deserve it. Not even a mention of her when they must know damn well where she is?"
"Keep a lid on it while they're still here, Hap." Clay ordered quietly knowing Perry must be getting under his skin for him to be risking stepping out of line on this.
"Who knows what they're sayin' right now anyway." Tig said as a raucous laugh erupted from Yuri as they headed back to the group of gathered Sons.
"Gentlemen. We thank you for your business." Nikolai said as they drew closer, his voice accented but not as thickly as Yuri's. "A wire transfer is taking place as we speak," he said flicking his eyes back toward one of their men who pulled out his phone. "We look forward to further business with you." He said his eyes resting longer than should have upon Happy.
Happy furled and unfurled his left hand at his side, his right rested upon his glock at his belt as he flicked the toothpick at the corner of his mouth the menacing glare in his eyes never wavering.
"We'll be in touch." Yuri broke the silence with his thick accent as he moved away toward his waiting car. Nikolai didn't follow, just kept his eyes on Happy. "Nikolai zabyt na shliushka." Yuri barked and then continued in a lower tone but seemingly just as menacingly. Happy didn't know why as he didn't understand a word of what they were saying when they began speaking Russian but he had a feeling those words barked by Yuri to his son in law referred to Perry.
He glared as he watched Nikolai head to the other waiting car like a dutiful son in law. It was all he could do not to pull out his glock and put a bullet in the back of both their skulls.
"Bastards." Happy muttered as they drove away.
"We'll take care of them Hap." Jax assured the seething man. "The entirety of the deal has to go through first."
"What do you suppose shliushka means? I swear that was about Perry the way that prick was staring at me." Happy remarked.
"I'll bet Perry could tell ya." Juice said. "Kate says she's fluent. She ever talk Russian to you in the bedroom?" He went on.
"No dickhead!" Happy growled heading toward his bike. He knew he couldn't take them out just yet and needed the freedom of the road to quell his seething rage.
"Tig, follow him. Make sure he doesn't do anything." Clay ordered. He knew that Happy, despite being a ruthless killer was too level headed to act out of line. He didn't however want to take any chances.
It was late when he returned to his dorm room. She'd heard them arrive back a few hours before but she'd been too tired to go out and greet him. She heard him kick off his boots and remove his weapons before she rolled over to watch him undress. She swallowed and bit her lip as she watched him pull his t-shirt over his head. "Hey there." He said when he saw her watching him.
"Hey. It's kind of late isn't it?" She said.
"Had some other stuff to take care of." He said as he let his jeans fall to the floor. He stepped out of them and folded them onto the chair alongside his kutte and shirt.
"So they didn't try anything?" She asked she knew without needing to clarify who she was referring to.
"Nah. Didn't even mention you at least not in English." He answered not knowing what would have pissed him off more. "What does shliushka mean?"
"Why? Did one of them say that?"
"Yeah. Your father said zabyt shliushka or somethin' to your prick of a husband."
"Forget the little slut." She translated without any change in expression. She watched as anger rose in his eyes.
"That doesn't bother you at all?" he asked.
"They've called me worse." She answered him taking in his expression as he neared her. "You know it's dangerous me being here right?" She said quietly as he slipped into bed beside her.
"No one gets in while we're on lockdown babe. They can't get to you so long as you're here." He said running his thumb down the side of her cheek.
"Happy I can't stay here forever."
"But for now this is where you are." He said running his hand down her side to her hip and giving it a gentle squeeze. He watched as she bit her lip and her eyes relaxed. He ran his hand up under the hem of her tank top across the flatness of her stomach to the roundness of her breast. She gasped as he pinched her nipple before engulfing her mouth with his. Her lips responded with enthusiasm as she forced her tongue between his lips and into his mouth. He met her tongue with his fighting for dominance. She scratched her nails down the back of his head making him moan into her mouth and almost lose his control over her. He pushed her top up over her head and dipped down to take her nipple into his mouth making her whimper sweetly in his ear. He ran his hand down between her legs and pushing the thin material of her panties aside, parted her lips before caressing his thumb over her already aroused clitoris as he slid his fingers into her waiting wetness. "Oh god Happy." She moaned as she felt her walls clench around his fingers as he slid them in and out of her. He watched her fall apart and lose all composure as her orgasm rippled through her.
She ran her hand down his side and pushing his boxers from his hips, she took his length into her hand running it between her fingers as she circled her thumb around his head. She watched as his eyes rolled back in his head the harder she made him. He kicked his boxers off and slid her panties down before placing himself between her thighs. He placed his tip against her already wet opening and found her eyes as he pressed into her, just his head at first and then all of him making her gasp and moan his name. "You feel so good, Hap." She gasped as he plunged deep within her. He gripped her hips and ground them up against him feeling her writhe with pleasure beneath him as her release rampaged closer.
"Kiss me." She moaned as her walls began to tighten around him. He obliged pressing his lips hard against hers as he felt her hips begin to quiver beneath him. "Oh god Happy. Oh god." She panted with the slightest hint of a Russian accent, breaking away from his lips as her orgasm built inside of her. "Oh Happy," She moaned before sinking her teeth into his shoulder, as searing hot pleasure ripped through her making her see stars. She never thought sex could be so good as it was with him. His hand fisted through her hair as he grunted with his own release straight after her.
He found her lips once more and kissed her deeply before rolling off her. She lay still catching her breath beside him as she rolled to place her head against his shoulder. He pulled her to him and kissed her forehead before running his hand through her hair.
"I've never heard you speak with an accent before." He remarked quietly not sure whether or not his comment would upset her.
"I try to avoid it." She answered him.
"It's kinda sexy." He said running his hand up her back.
She smiled. "I'm glad you think so." She smirked. "Although I did my best to perfect an American accent when we moved here."
"How old were you?"
"Ten." She answered as she traced her hand down across his tattoos. "Hap?" She asked.
"Yeah?"
"I don't know how this is all going to turn out but I had a good talk with Gemma today. I wanted you to know that I feel safe with you."
He didn't know what to say to that. He'd never been in a position where a woman spoke so frankly and honestly about their feelings towards him, so he settled for kissing her forehead and allowing her to return her head to his shoulder. He'd never really been one for cuddling before either but with Perry it was different. Her presence and her trust in him calmed him. He thought back upon the day and the Russians apparent lack of interest in Perry although as Tig had said who knew what they'd been saying to each other in Russian. He'd bet they were waiting for a chance to make a move. He'd be damned if he let them anywhere near her. And he knew that regardless of whether she thought she was helping or not he wasn't ever going to let her go back to that Nikolai asshole. He knew she'd already suffered too much at both his hands and her father's.
"I'm never letting you go." He whispered in the darkness knowing that she was already asleep against his shoulder.
A/N: So I wanted to get this chapter up before the weekend and I'm not real sure when I'll get a chance to update again. Possibly next week but I'm not sure. It depends on Perry and how much she inspires me over the weekend! Thank you so much for your continued reviews on this story. I love reading them and it's your thoughts and feedback that keep me motivated. :-) ~Rach
