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Chapter Ten
Ivan had ridden home by Chibs. He had entered his house angered that she would try to talk to Emma. He noticed the man who left with Trinity watching his every move. Something was off about him being there. He entered the house, fumbling with his keys at first. He had slammed the door shut, startling both Emma and Daphne who screamed louder. "Shut her up!" He hissed marching to the staircase. Trinity had to still be heres since the man was waiting out there.
"Where is she?" He demanded, watching Emma's face pale. She knew he didn't want Trinity back in his house. Once she was disowned, she wasn't allowed back inside without his permission. Emma held Daphne close to her chest, afraid and silent. Ivan's eyes narrowed on her and he stalked closer to her, his arm raised and he slapped her as hard as he could. He warned her many times about not answering when he asked her a simple question.
Emma's head snapped to the side, tears running down her face at the harsh sting of the slap as she let out a cry of pain. She knew she had angered him and she probably deserved that and more. It was then that Ivan noticed a figure running down the stairs at a rapid pace, jumping over the last two. "Don't you hit my mother!" She screamed, shouldering him in the gut.
Ivan was pushed back, pain building from where she hit him at. He grabbed a fist full of her hair, yanking her head back. Trinity winced, balling her hands and tried to hit him in the face. Ivan made sure to look deep into her eyes. She was being too much of a pain in his ass. If Emma had just said no and forced her out, he wouldn't have had to hit her. "Get out of my house!" He sneered in his face, his blood boiling when Daphne started to wail louder.
Suddenly the door was burst opened, in coming the man from outside. He never did hear the knocks of the door.
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Happy didn't like how the man looked at him. Sure it was strange for him to be sitting outside the house but that didn't mean he was going to do anything. So when the man slammed the door behind him, he knew nothing good was going to come out of that. He had gotten off his bike, heading for the door with long careful strides. He heard the man's scream and then a loud cry of pain coming from a woman inside. He jiggled the door knob but it was locked shut. He knocked calmly, his anger rising for some reason.
He didn't want Trinity to get hurt. If she got hurt, he would snap. Now that sounded like he cared but he didn't, he couldn't have. He was older than her, mature in ways she would never be and yet he found himself becoming more and more protective of her by the second. Then Trinity had yelled and he knew something was going to happen. He had banged louder but it seemed he was being ignored.
So he charged at the door, his shoulder taking most of the damage but he got through, the door hitting against the wall. All eyes went on him but all he saw was the man holding Trinity by the hair and making her bend her head to loosen the pain in her skull.
He saw red after.
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"Get the fuck out!" Ivan screamed to the biker. Trinity pounded her fist against his chest, the throbbing increasing. He always hurt her in more ways that one. Ivan turned Trinity in his hold, pressing her back to his chest as he kept a hold on her hair. He wasn't about to let her off so easily. He was going to teach her a lesson. She wasn't welcomed in his home, his life or his property. She was gone and he was going to pound it into her one way or another.
Happy narrowed his eyes at Ivan, stepping closer to him and Trinity. He was going to kill this man. Make him suffer for ever touching her. "Let her the fuck go." He hissed, reached into his waist band and pulling out his trusty gun. He was going to kill him so very slowly.
Trinity never seen the look Happy had before but she did know one thing, she didn't want to see that again. He looked, she gulped at the thought, like an actual killer. One who did what was necessary to protect what was his and family. Only she couldn't figure out why he was acting this way. It wasn't like she belonged to him anyway. Fuck she didn't even know his name. She hated the way Ivan held her, she felt him press against her unconsciously and she hated that feeling. Why was he doing this? Why couldn't he just leave them alone! Was it that hard to do?
And then when Happy aimed a gun at Ivan, her heart stopped. He was going to kill him. No. That would only devastate her mother and the blame would be put on Trinity for brining him here. "Let go of me!" She hissed when he yanked again, bending her head more so her neck was exposed.
Happy had his finger on the trigger, aiming the gun right at Ivan. Whoever this man was, he didn't get the picture quick enough. Happy would kill, he done it plenty of times, and this man was just testing him.
Emma was silently crying, holding Daphne so she wouldn't see anything. The child was slowly quieting, feeling the comfort her mother was trying to give her. Emma was in no right mind to intervene. She knew it was futile because once everyone left, it would just be her and him. Trinity had a point sometimes, he was a cruel man when he was provoked but that's all Trinity did. She provoked him and Emma was the one hurt for it.
"I don't know who the fuck you are but this doesn't concern you!" Ivan yelled to the still nameless stranger. He wasn't the least bit afraid of the gun. He had been through worse, much worse than this.
Happy chuckled, a deep throaty and mocking laugh. "Yes. She does." He answered, glaring at Ivan. This man was getting on his last nerve and if not for the fact he could shoot Trinity on accident, he would have shot him already.
Trinity gulped at what Happy said. What did he mean? Her heart beat faster than before knowing if a mistake was made, an innocent person would be the one hurting from all this. Ivan smirked at the man. He had a soft spot for the young girl. A girl who was going to give him hell if she didn't learn her place already.
"A man like you doesn't need some disobedient little bitch." He told Happy, pulling harder on her scalp. "She can't even learn her place."
Trinity was loosing feeling at where he was yanking, the skin beneath throbbing painfully and she was sure he was pulling roots from all the tugging. "Where might that be?" Happy questioned, the seriousness in his tone and the anger in his face startling Ivan. He knew plenty of men who enjoyed a submissive woman but this man...he was different. Sounded as if he didn't care at all about what Ivan was saying, only about killing him.
Fuck he was messing with the wrong kind of guy. "Below men like us."
Happy shook her head. "You're no man." He pointed the barrel of the gun at Ivan's thigh and he pulled the trigger.
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Emma screamed as did Trinity when Ivan went down. They both assumed Happy killed Ivan. Trinity collapsed to the ground, rubbing her head. Emma was heading for the phone when Happy's big frame stopped her. She backed away, holding Daphne as the baby began to cry again. Trinity moved from Ivan who groaned in pain. She wasn't going to be blamed again. "Don't." He warned Emma in his rough voice. She quickly nodded, tears falling from her eyes.
She looked over at Trinity who was standing near the steps rubbing her head. Her tears dried up fast and she suddenly felt anger rushing through her. "Get out of my house!" Emma was tired of Trinity causing her problems. All she did was make things worse.
Trinity rushed to get her stuff at the top of the stairs. Tears were sliding down her cheeks before she could control herself. She grabbed her bags and ran down, glancing over at her mother. There was so...hate in her eyes that was unnatural. "Outside." Happy told her, nodding for her to go to his bike. She nodded to him sparing one last look at Emma. Trinity smirked down at Ivan, glad he was paying at least a bit for what he did to her.
Just for the fun of it, she kicked him right where the gunshot wound was. "You fucking bitch!" He seethed applying pressure to the wound. Happy thought the man learned by now but it seemed he didn't. Happy kicked the man in the gut once, smirking as the man rolled to one side. He kicked him again and again, enjoying his screams of pain.
Trinity felt pleased with herself and Happy. She dropped the bags near his bike, whipping under her eyes. Not only did Ivan make her feel worse but her mother actually made her cry. Was she such a bad child that her mother hated her? When she heard Ivan curse out Happy and then him yell, she smiled. As eerie as it was, she enjoyed hearing him in pain because he was getting a taste of his own medicine.
Only, Emma didn't see it that way. She placed the crying child in the car seat and pounded her fists into the biker's back. "Stop it! Leave him alone!" She cried, doing her best to push the older and heavier man away. Happy turned back to her, disgusted that she choose this man over her own child. "Get out." Her voice was cracking even if she tried to be strong.
"Yeah you heard her! Get the fuck out and keep the bitch!" That earned Ivan a last kick to the abdomen before heading out. She had one crazy ass family.
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Trinity waited by his bike, sitting on it the way she had been when he brought here there. She had her bags placed neatly beside, her hands in her lap as she waited. Her mother truly disowned her now. She never wanted to hear or see her anymore and she would honor that. Trinity wouldn't hurt herself more by trying to find the peace she was looking for. There was no peace left to ask for. Emma hated her now, just like Ivan because he made her believe Trinity was going to hurt everyone.
When Trinity looked up, she nearly fell off the bike in surprise. Happy was standing so very close. Her heart beat fast while her stomach twisted and turned and flipped, all because of his mere presence.
"I...I..." She couldn't even form words! Why did she feel like this around him?
He smirked at her stuttering getting onto his bike, pulling out his phone. It would be impossible for her to hold on to him and the bags. "Head back with the truck...yeah...okay."
Trinity ignored him while he was on the phone, her attention on the design of the back of the cut he wore. It was of the Grim Reaper. It held a crystal ball showing an "A" in one hand while it held a scythe in the other that had the body of an M-16. She traced the design too, smiling when Happy chuckled. "Guessin' you like the cut."
"Yea..." She muttered enjoying the peacefulness around her. "Thanks for helping me out." She whispered placing her palm flat against his back. "I don't know if he would have let me out without some sort of payment."
"No need to thank me now kid." He replied. She stared at the back of his head confused.
"What do you mean?"
"You can thank me some other time." She was innocent, not even catching onto his hidden meaning. He needed to get his thoughts straight soon, very soon.