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Dahlia hit Bluebird road hard and fast tire spitting gravel until she reached the turnoff. To the left took her to Charming and that itch that Happy had mentioned, must have been contagious, a right turn took her to the highway north to get her to the job.
Damn itch won, pulling at her harder than her need to let chaos loose and bathe in blood. She stopped thinking and just steered the truck left. Happy was right she was distracted and that was a good way to get killed.
She parked the truck across the road from TM just as Clay, Bobbie, Jax ,Chibs and Opie pulled clear of the lot. Dahlia scanned the lot her eyes found Hap's wheels and two more of the Dyna's parked beside it leaving Tig and Juice.
She wasn't sure how Happy would respond to her wandering into the clubhouse something as a rule she never did. She kept clear, she learned 7 years ago that if she stepped too close to Hap's world she got pulled in she'd made the mistake of stepping into his world of living breathing people for a split second, seven years ago, it had been a disaster. A breaking point for her,She'd allowed too much of herself control to slip when it came to Hap without ever realizing it she become dependent on him emotionally.
It had been Tig's little girl Leila all those years back who had unintentionally made Dahlia see that she wasn't meant to be with the living, it was the and only time Happy had asked her to step into his world but the one time was all it took for her to see she wasn't alive the way Happy was, for all that he was a killer. She didn't do responsibility or loyalty like Hap. It's demand in his life was all about emotions and the need of connection acceptance, his attachments to the club and its people all his killing clean and justified by the love he did it with whether he knew it or not Happy was closer to human than Batty could imagine.
She had been mess for a long time and over the last 7 years she had sorted it out and found ways to keep clear while still extending a ghost hand to help the club and happy when she could they never had any clue what she did but it made her feel as if she was capable of connection , that relief she sought from Happy had become a core piece to maintaining her compartments of fucked up emotional issues over the first 8 years of their connection and without him she lost the ability to separate herself from her actions, once she'd let that reality in it snapped her, she'd walked away from him for a year but with out him and what she took from having him in her life she was left overloaded. Her emotions playing her, distracting her,the consequence had been she had a year of nothing but injuries bullets stab wounds and broken bones and failure on the job all due to her unfocused emotional state. She found herself in the swamp more that one year then she had ever spent since she had done her first kill in the care of her father and Cypress.
Cypress had silently changed her bandages and fed her as she recouped, Cy had been all of 9 at the time and recovering from her own bullet wound a present from Silvio for uttering the word "no" and for showing tenderness to a sickly pup. It left a bitter taste of irony in Dahlia's mouth, that her daughter provided her with care that she as her mother never once had given the child.
It flooded her with guilt as she lay flat on her back under the damn mosquito netting for a month recovering from a bullet wound to the lung an endless amount of time for a brain that held nothing but roving demons to feed on filling her with weakness. The pain of her wounds gnawing the remaining threads of her self control left silent rolling tears till she had none left. As the tears stopped so did all real thought. She lost herself in a black rolling wave that swallowed any sanity she had really ever had.
Dahlia had pushed herself to her feet in a daze leaving the swamp and her motherly guilt to rot as most things did in the swamp. She had no real recollection of leaving, it was a strange blank in her head. She'd snapped back to reality. In Washington outside the Tacoma club house on the roof of the opposing building her rifle set in place and ready.
It had been the cold feel of the smooth trigger as she gazed at Happy through her scope as he jumped in the ring at a friday night party that had brought a semblance of sanity back to her. She'd spent the night on the roof and watched them all she'd picked them off one by one in her head as they all fell into her cross hairs especially the sweetbutt that slithered up to Happy after he won the fight.
Her finger had once more found the trigger but it was the girl who was in her line of sight, Batty hadn't pulled the trigger simply because she wanted it to be up close and personal when she did the girl and she had been that same night.
That night set the a week long routine for Dahlia she stalked and followed Happy on more than one occasion, she was positive Happy felt her eyes on him instinctively . He would swing his head in her direction looking around with that cold hard look that sent her to him over and over, feeding her need to once more be up close and in his personal space.
To feel his hard grip and rough commands. To give herself over and just let him have at her, the clawing hunger and need burned and churned in the pit of her stomach until she'd stepped in front of him on a rain slick streets of Tacoma.
His reception of her had been to look right through her as if she wasn't there and for a that split second she had been whole again. In the dead eyed stare of uncaring and unwanted dismissal that Hap had leveled at her; she had found chaos again. Roving and rampaging she had stepped past him to leave her whole hard shell of indifference back and perfect, and he'd ruined it for her , ruined her.
His hand gripped her he'd pulled her back to him with hard hands his eyes no longer devoid of life. Their dark depths seemed to have become embedded in gold fire, a searing rage she felt his rough hands pulling her apart shredding her in sheets of ice rain his claim on her body was more than anything chaos and blood could offer in any time in her life.
He was brutal even as she bent to his will, pushing into his bruising hands moaning and asking for more as his teeth cut her flesh with low rattled growls daring her to forget that it was him and only him that ever gave her the small quiet death she sought.
In the shadowed doorway the night with heavy rain giving them cover as he slammed her into brick he'd left her branded in his teeth marks and hand prints to make sure she never thought for one moment that he was something she could forget or walk away from .
she'd reveled in the odd little aches his marks left with a deep seated joy, she refused even to this day to really acknowledge or how from that day on she was his. That all that anger had somehow translated to love in her that she from that moment, felt claimed. Over the last seven years she had without rhyme or reason done things for the SON'S and Happy in her own way trying to give him what she could without ever having to own up to it so that she could still be that no worries girl for him. Soon that was going to have to come to an end she had miles worth of confessions for Hap, interference in club business, her
spy tactics, Cypress' conception and birth never mind the fact that she had kept the girl a secret from him.
as she climbed out of her SUV she took a deep breath shoving all her worries away she wasn't here to confess she was here for her own selfish fix one last moment with him before she found herself at the end of his gun and he finally gave her real peace.
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Some time you just need to scratch the itch
Pulling the door open to the club house Batty saw juice at the pool table lining up a shot, a pretty little brunet beside him. Tig was sprawled out on the couch his head in a girls lap as he watched TV, beer in hand and Happy was at the bar a half bottle of johnny red in hand.
His eyes found her and there was no hesitation as he slipped free of the bar stool and came straight for her, his face was impassive and flat till he was only in her line of sight and strangely he looked annoyed like when his fingers slide over her skin finding a new nick's and raised bits of healing flesh, she had picked up since the last time he had mapped them out.
"Itchy," the word was just off her tongue before his hands were in her hair and his mouth slammed down on hers a deep growl that sent shivers down her spine and melted her into a molten desire.
"Hap who the fuck is that?" At Tig's question Hap pulled back a bit, his eyes holding her in place. She peered around at Tig. Hap's eyes had gone blank at the question and she in all fairness didn't expect him to have answer for what they were. As much as they had history Happy only had those small moments of sex killing and gore he didn't know she was the mother of his child that she had killed for him in jealous rages and in protection.
She had done them her reasons never thought out or analyzed they were knee jerk responses, instant and unencumbered of anything other than it kept him safe in her reach.
"I'm here for a quick scratch is all." She leaned into Hap, her arms sliding around his neck his hands molded to her ass as he hoisted her up and around him her face buried in in the crook of his neck tasting his ink as he took them toward the dorms Tigs voice followed them
"Hey Doll if the itch ain't contagious I'll scratch it for you" his cackles followed them till the door of Hap's dorm closed.
She didn't give Hap a chance to start asking questions she just slammed her mouth down on his her body was on fire and she just couldn't seem to find a way to get him clear of his cut shirt or pants her legs were back on the ground but she had no balance, till hap pulled her in tight his hands buried in her hair forcing her to stillness his eyes raking her face as if he'd find the answers there that he knew she would never answer.
He brought his lips to hers and softly and nipped at them, Batty reached for his jeans as his tongue slid into her mouth and her fingers lost their task. She was heavy in her desire, her body seemed to push and lean into his. She wanted his ink to bleed onto her wet and bright, she wanted him in her on her; her body awash in the want of the peace he only seemed able to give her. A small moan escaped her lips and she felt him smile against her. Happy followed the curve of her cheek with his lips to reach the lobe of her ear, his rough voice shivered through her.
"What you need Batty?" His hands slide free of her hair, skimming her shoulders to her breast, his thumbs slide across her nipples as they made their way to her hips. He pushed her back a step as he slowly eased free of his kutte and tossed it to the chair beside him. His shirt followed and he sat at down on the edge of his desk his arms folded he watched her for a second as her body shivered at the loss of his.
"Shy you ain't ...say it." The rumbled pitch clenched at her while the words seemed to pull her to motion.
The words worked like he knew they would. Her eyes snapped to his letting him see the hooded smoked glare of her frustrated desire. Batty was a lot of things but timed was never one of them. Her clothing came off one piece at a time with cool slow movements all her frantic fumbles gone, her eyes on Happy as he'd watched her peel free of her clothing with slow precise movements causing him to focus on them and all they revealed to his dark gaze. When she was naked she turned slowly away from him knowing he wouldn't move and come to her till she answered his damned question, but she'd seen how he seemed to twitch as she had peeled herself for him the clench of her jaw the roll of his shoulders as she shed her jeans all the while his eyes followed as each inch of flesh was revealed.
She stepped towards his bed, her hair swinging loose to her waist, drew hap's gaze the splintered red streaks had always fascinated him, her hair was spun in fire especial in contrast to her pale skin. when she reached the bed she climbed up on all fours and looking over her shoulder at him with that sly smile that drove him nuts ,slipped into place across her lips, Hap pushed away from his desk ready to start working her till he got the damn words out of that lush little mouth. He stopped moving at the sound of her voice
"Hap... Don't you want to... fuck me ? I'm so wet "
He watched with fascination as her hand skimmed at her already slick pussy her two middle fingers disappear into her moist pinkness his own body hardening at the need to be buried in her.
"Ah... so wet." Batty's fingers eased in and out and glistened with her wetness. They had Hap's full attention as they eased free to slide along her folds spreading her lips to show him her swollen clit. Her finger flicking and swaying at her own ministrations only to slide back in with a deep moan, her spine curving pulled Happy in the two steps to the bed and he had her hips gripped in his hands and he leveraged her off balance spinning her onto her back with brute force her body fell in a limp ragdoll legs bent and spread wide. One hand back at its ministrations, the other pulling her hair from her eyes to rest above her head she saw Hap's hard looming stare and the sly smile spread across her lips pulled a growl from him.
"Happy….. I need you to fuck me."
Happy had dropped his jeans with her eyes glued to him he'd felt a tug at the back of his head warning bells ringing batty complacent always meant something but he'd pushed it all aside as he buried himself in her in one hard thrust her legs wrapping around him pulling him in a triumphant little growl of her own ,only turned to moans of frustration as Hap had taken control of her pinning her down.
He slowed his thrust to a crawl he buried himself in her sliding in and out in small little thrust his arm wrapped around her hips restricting her holding the pace slow and deep as he nipped her from neck to breast suckling her nipples hard only to ease back and lape at their hardened peaks pulling back when she began to moan in satisfaction at his rough treatment of them.
when she was a thrashing mess teetering at the edge of her orgasm her body a electrical wire of sensation at the brush of his lips all her nerves going. he let himself loose and increasing the speed of his thrust with longer harder thrust pulling out further and slamming into her deepers, her screams as she came around him buried in her milking him with her spasms only add to his own satisfaction the dig of her nails into him pulling him in close so she could sink her teeth into him in the last few thrust of his hips pitched him over the edge of his own restraint with sharp bite of pain that fell in with his pleasure and seemed to exploded him twice as hard. fucking with batty always left him panting and slick in sweat and fucking satisfied in a way he never did with anyone else.
Happy arranged himself at the top of his bed and lit up a smoke batty was still laid out her legs wide arms stretched over her head all in all the perfect picture of a bitch well fucked happy could see little livid marks from his teeth along her neck and felt the usual burn of satisfaction he got from it. He didn't know when or where it happened but the marks he left on her became a right, she'd have his hand print bruised around her hip and the little teeth marks from her ear to her breast it had become a a part of how far she let him claim her .
As she began to stretch out her muscles rippling Happy had a flash of tat he wanted to lay across her lower belly he had a book full of ink he wanted to lay out on her. her body called for it she was fit and toned reaching into his nightstand he pulled his sketchbook and a pencil. And began laying out the basic of what he had in his head batty spun over at the sound of pencil to paper her arm propping her head she stared at him as he drew her eyes questioning him silently as to what he was doing.
"got an idea for a tat" the smoke dangled from his lips Happy looked at Batty as he crawled her way up to him reaching for the smoke from his lips sitting back on her heels beside him he knew she wouldn't look so he tilted the book and let her see the laid out lines of a chain wrapped around two of her knives the distinct handles of her prized pieces drawing her eyes back up to his. the outline of two open mouthed gators her distinctive boot knives that Cy had made for her carving the handles from boar tusk "Were" as she asked the question Happy laid down the pad and motioned her up on her knees.
He grasped her waist his thumbs tracing a path from her waist down from the inside of her hips bones "The top of the handles would go just over your hips make their heads angled to your waist the blades straight down to just above your pelvic bone make a v makes look like they're just piercing the skin" his thumbs did lazy swipes across her lower belly her hips warmed by his palms.
Batty sat back on her heels her head falling off to the side her damn face blank of expression at first then a small confused wrinkle he rarely got to see on her, crept up.
"I just like to think of what shit would look like on you" Happy said with a chuckle
"What else?" She had her hand extend out her figure pointed towards his sketch book
"I'll show you IF you promise to let me do one your choice witcher you like best" Happy palms were itching at the thought of putting another piece of his own design to her.
the thought was random at best but it would be like the trail of teeth marks on her right now only this one wouldn't fade after all the years they had been doing this Batty held a certain sway with him.
she wasn't one of the nameless and faceless bitches they had their own history bloody and fucked up but most of his times with Batty were good till she walked out the door at least.
"Why? Her question was asked flat not with curiosity or distrust she wanted a straight answer her green eyes were on his and she leaned in closer to him as if she could pull the answer straight out of his gaze.
"You're my blank canvas that why, been itching to paint all of you since the first night I bent you over the fucking sink"
"just me or all blank skinned cunts you fuck?" again her tone was flat the girl wasn't prone to emotion the small curling of her fingers on her thigh were all the indication that she gave that she was feeling anything.
"Nah always been your nameless cunt that inspired "happy reached out fast and pulled her into him she didn't fight him for once and just straddled his thighs and brought her mouth to just hover over his.
"My name is Dahlia Bella Canis" she whispered it into his mouth and Happy wasn't sure what to do with that 16 fucking years and the bitch finally had a name to give him fuck, her hands on his chest Happy leaned back so he could see her letting her go with whatever this was.
"Dahlia?" happy was tracing her face with his thumbs across her cheeks sliding his fingers into her hair the silk sending shivers down his arms Happy wasn't sure how to react to her at this moment there was a rolling sense of dread at the back of his head the last time she'd been soft and complacent she'd disappeared for a long time .
Happy had realized how pissed he was with her walking away till she'd stepped in front of him he'd meant to let her go but when she'd rolled in the nameless bitch right in front of him all he could do was find the means to break that part of her that part that always left him angry that bit of her he never got to claim fucking her with all that anger had left him Questioning what it was that made him do it all the bruises on her were livid before he had ever gotten out of her but he'd never looked back at it had all seemed to be a surreal moment in time for him
"Yes its Dahlia" she said as that sly smile slide back
"you and me were a fucking strange ass mess you know that right?" Hap pulled her down to his mouth as he spoke he nipped at her lips as Batty rubbed against his hard cock with her slick pussy.
"Ha you don't know how really strange it all is boyo"as she said it she was slid him into her wet tight heat .
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Happy sat back in bed and watched her gear up there wasn't the usual calm efficient movements and that damn warning dread was back nagging at the back of his mind laying questions as it ran free ,questions he knew if he asked wasn't likely to get an answer for just her standard nameless cunt walk out, but he found himself asking .
"Batty c-mere" hap watched in fascination as she spun in his direction and made her way back to the bed easing herself over him once more her eyes downcast that in itself set his heart racing the dread getting louder.
" what the fuck is going on? what the fuck has you so on edge girl ? you're makin me twitchy and i don't fucking like it" his hand found their way to her chin and pushed her to look at him
"you know how i say i was made to kill?" at the question Happy raised a questioning eyebrow at her ."Yah so ?"
Three days ago I killed my father …..Killing, that he was my daddy and I had him chopped up for gator bait should make me feel something right? something more than …..relief? Cause i think thats what I feel "
"Why'd you kill him?" happy Hap was leaned back but his hands had found their way to hers there figures had become entwined as she spoke and Batty seemed to find their hands linked fascinating her voice was flat as answered him
"He had me so I would kill, that is my purpose it is why I was born, it's family tradition centuries old assassins... in the blood ….killer to killer. Death first hand is our first lesson I was shot hung beaten and knifed before the age of 12 it makes it normal it puts the taste of death to tongue and makes fear a simple flicker of warning that prickle at the back of your neck telling you to be careful" Happy hands were tight on hers holding her in place as if he thought she was going to bolt voice was raw as he spoke
"he the one who shot hung beat knifed you ? He got what he deserved you should be relieved nothing wrong with how it feels" happy's voice seemed controlled and Batty couldn't grasp why there was a current of raw anger running off him.
"oh no ,grandfather did all that " her answer was so flippant as if it was nothing more then as if the old man had swatted her on the hand.
" I killed two of Your sweet butts" she blurted it out it been on the tip of her tongue to tell him about Cypress instead her head pushed out the lesser of her evils when it came to Happy
"That some shit you need to clean out of your head?" Happy was tossing her off him as he asked he reached for his jeans and yanked them on turning he looked at her she was in the middle of his bed on her knees waiting her face set with what could only be described as resignation.
"Why? Who? When?" happy the enforce was the one asking these questions he stood shirtless arms crossed his jaw clenched
"first one was that Bitch Kimber Vons in Tacoma I did a job for Johnny Benetto he had a CSI within the ranks couldn't figure out who. Had me dig up the info for him then kill csi and cop ,cleared officer Prentoas files out of the station and house when i did i came accross your girl Kimber remember her? that stint you did would of turned lifer, she was set to witness for your trail in the truck heist your charges of possession of stolen property were set to become armed robbery manslaughter and a few more c I tapped her coming out of her house "
"didn't occur to you I might of wanted to know that shit?"
"Because she was a regular fuck of yours? I planned on killing her before I ever found out she was a rat. johnny's job done i would've done her anyways" it was all said with a that's just the just the way it is tone. Happy had to take a minute to absorb all the actual information she'd given him, not focus on the fact that his no worries girl had a killer jealous streak.
" she wasn't a regular just one of my more frequent fucks babe... Alright she a clean kill what about the second one?" Happy wasn't quite sure why he was try to justify himself but fuck it this was a whole new aspect to the woman in front of him not to talk about this was way off the grid for them 16 years or not .
" It's was when I showed back up after the whole Liela blow out we had, not sure who the girl was ...she gave you a blow job after a friday night fight. I was a little unhinged at the time Hap, that year had some major bad points for me head and body were a wreck not even sure to this day how I ended up in Tacoma just that i saw her blow you from the roof of the warehouse across from the club i spent the whole week following you pretty sure you knew some was on you if it's any help I did her quick " her tone this time was a little more apologetic but it still had him trying to get a grip on his temper .
"where the fuck do you get off killing some bitch for giving me a blowjob?
you ain't got a claim on me same as i ain't got no claim on you "
" but Happy i do have a claim on you "
Batty stood up her hand reaching into the folds of her jacket he watched as she slide the safety off and cleared her gun in one smooth pull and leveled at him steady angling herself towards his door his anger mounting faster than he could logically hold it in check when her next words hit him as if she had pulled the trigger.
"I'M the mother of YOUR Daughter Happy that's my claim " the dead cold cunt was in place the gun was steady and ready and Happy was sure if he moved himself an inch this bitch would take the shot.
"Where is she?" there was no other question he wanted answered he didn't doubt that Batty had had his kid he did question it at all.
" I'm leaving now Hap when this jobs done I'll be back I'll lay it all out but you need to know that our girl she was raised like me... she's fearless Hap so fearless. I'm finally waking up, at how wrong my life's been but I think I might be too late to save her from the blood were made of... we're breed killers remember that Happy " the door clicked and Happy wasn't sure what to do with all the anger he felt he knew if he followed her, he just might kill her himself and then he'd never know where to find the His Daughter that thought sent him to the edge of his bed he had a daughter a daughter who was raised to kill who if Batty was telling him the truth had already know more pain than most people ever had to.
He roared out his frustration to the silent walls around him his head a swimming mess of questions with no answer till she graced him once more with her presence. hopefully when the time came he wouldn't be so insane with anger he killed her before he got his answers.
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