AN: There is sexual content in this chapter, if that bothers you.. Don't read it. Okay, I know this was a quick update, but I couldn't quit writing. :) Tell me what you think.
Clay looked down at his daughter as she sat down at the head of the table. As the other guys filed into chapel, her hands began to tremble. He sat down in Tig's normal spot and gently took his daughter's hand. "Your mom's on her way.." Whatever she needed to share was bad. Everyone could sense it.
"Wait.. Where's Juice?" Harlie frowned, looking up at Clay. He was the only one besides Chibs who was missing and it scared her. She just noticed he wasn't there night before, but she was so upset she could barely remember.
"Later.." Clay shrugged off her question, wishing he could find some way to make Harlie feel better.
When Happy stepped into the chapel, he was surprised to Harlie in Clay's chair. The night before, he let her sleep in his room. She took the bed, he took the floor. When he woke up, she was laying cuddled up beside him with her head on his chest. He took in the serious feeling of the room and sat down, preparing himself for what was going to happen.
"Lets do this.." Krys closed the door to the chapel as the guys took their seats. She looked around table. Every single person sitting at this table would kill for her daughter, but at the moment it didn't feel like enough to calm her down. She took her place standing behind Harlie's chair. This was the healing they all needed. It would bring Clay and Jax back together.
"M-Mom.." Harlie looked up at her. "I.. I don't know.." She shook her head, trying to stay calm.
"Everybody, listen up.." Krys glanced around at all the guys. "We all know SAMCRO's been been through it all, but everything you've been through has kept you guys strong. I know this really isn't my business, but.. Something has to be done about Zobelle and his cronies." She took a deep breath and squeezed Harlie's shoulders. "The nigh-.."
"The night I left Bobby's party, I didn't get in a car wreck.." Harlie spoke up, keeping her eyes on the table. "I was attacked.." Her voice was barely audible. She heard a few mumbled huhs and whats, but ignored them. "I was on my way home and I was waiting at a stoplight when a woman pulled up behind me. She started screaming about how her baby was choking. Of course, I got out of the car. I ever had my knife in my hand, but I threw it down. When I got to her car, it was fucking doll in car seat. Before I could register what was happening, she hit me in the back of the head with something. I woke up with my wrists bound, hanging from a chain link fence. There were three guys, each wearing a white mask. But one was familiar. His voice.. And his tattoo. Weston. He.. He wanted me to deliver a message to my dad.." She looked over at Clay and quickly looked back down. "Stop selling guns to color." She felt herself begin to choke up.
"Harlie, maybe I should.." Krys started, kneeling beside the chair.
Harlie shook her head. "I need to do this, Mom.." She whispered. "T-They raped me. All of them." She looked around at all the guys, trying to hold back tears.
"Goddamnit!" Clay yelled, slamming his fist down on the table. The chapel went into an uproar. Looks of disgust crossed all their faces. Clay pulled his daughter into his arms, holding her against his chest.
"Jesus Christ, baby girl.." Tig looked down at her. "We'll get these sick bastards. I promise you that."
"I know, Tigger.." Harlie whispered.
"What do we do?" Opie ground out.
"We fucking kill him!" Tig yelled.
Anger overtook Happy's mind. They hurt his girl. He promised her she wouldn't get hurt. He wouldn't let her, but it happened anyway. His eyes connected with hers and what she saw scared her. His eyes were full of intensity. It evoked emotions in him he hadn't felt in years. "We kill this motherfucker. And we do it now." He practically growled, holding down his urge to flip his chair.
"Wait, wait!" Harlie yelled, hearing all the guys agree. "Listen.." She took a deep breath, calming herself. "I know this isn't my decision, but you need to wait."
Jax sighed in defeat. "We ain't never seen an assault like this.." He shook his head. "And as much as I would like to cut their hearts out, she's right. Show of force just puts us back in jail.. We gotta do what they've been doing.. Find a weakness. Unravel 'em."
"And until then, nobody reacts. You see Zobelle, you see Weston, you see any of his crew.. You swallow the urge to kill 'em and you walk on." Krys looked around at the guys guys, her eyes focusing on Clay. "We need you here, not in jail." Clay caught her gaze, his eyes softening.
Tig looked absolutely astounded. His jaw went slack. He couldn't believe they were gonna wait on something like this.
"You should probably take her outta here.." Jax frowned."It's club business now."
"Business that involves my daughter is my business." Krys narrowed her eyes.
"Krys.." Clay sighed. "He's right. We'll talk about it later."
"No, I'm staying.." Krys snapped.
"Mom, c'mon.." Harlie rose from Clay's chair. "L-Let's just go.." She took her mother's hand, leading her from the room. Harlie was truly afraid to know what they were gonna do.
"Maybe she should do it." Happy stood up. "She needs to take Weston out."
Tig nodded in agreement. "It'd give her peace of mind knowing he was gone.."
"No, I'm not involving her in this." Clay growled. "She couldn't handle this."
"I agree with Tig.." Piney pointed out. "She's my granddaughter too. Think about the anger she has?"
"She blames herself for everything that's happened with Chibs, you guys going to jail.." Opie shook his head. "She told me about two nights ago. She felt horrible."
"None of this is her fault." Jax pointed out. "It's all ours. We let it happen."
"Now, we fix it.." Happy felt satisfied with notion of killing them all.
When church finally let out, Harlie was laying down on one of the small couches. She had her head in her mom's lap while she stroked her hair. It was something that always calmed her down. The word survivor flashed through her mind again, but right now she still felt like a victim. She watched all the guys scatter from chapel with her eyes set on Happy. She could feel the deep anger radiating from him all the way across the room.
"Baby, I need to go talk to your dad.." Krys frowned, helping Harlie sit up. "You gonna be okay, sweetie?"
She couldn't be around the guys right now. Not after something like this. She felt so embarrassed and vulnerable. "Can I go home?" Harlie asked, playing with the drawstrings on her hoodie. Actually, it was Happy's and it smelled just like him. Cigarettes, whiskey, and the strong cologne he wore.
"You don't need to drive.." Krys frowned.
"I'll take her.." Happy said, sitting down in one of the chairs. "I can drive her car over there."
"Alright.." Krys smiled over at him. She kissed his cheek. "Take care of her, please." She whispered. She had been watching the way they acted around each other. She had never seen Happy actually be gentle with someone. The way he looked at her. What really tipped her off was the way he looked when Harlie told. The look on his face even beat Clay's.
"Y-You sure?" Harlie mumbled, looking up at him.
"Yeah, c'mon." He held his hand out to her.
She hesitated at first, finally taking it. "My keys are in the floorboard."
"Can you walk?" Happy frowned, noticing how slow she stood up.
"'I'll be fine.." She settled into the comfortable feeling. One that was foreign to her.
"Alright.." Happy shrugged, leading her out of the clubhouse. She didn't really feel like talking and he wasn't gonna press her. "Nothing else is gonna happen to you, babe.. No one is gonna hurt my girl." He made her face him. He leaned down to kiss her, but changed his mind and placed one on her cheek instead. She was gonna try to push him away, he could feel it.
"Happy.." Harlie frowned.
"We should go.." He cleared his throat, getting in the car.
Maybe she was right. Maybe he didn't want her.
On the short ride home, Harlie fell asleep. Her head was leaning against Happy's shoulder. His hoodie looked good on her. She even slept in it last night. It was so hard for him to fall asleep thinking about her in his bed. He snapped out of it, shaking his head. "Wake up, babe."
Harlie could head his raspy voice in her ear, but didn't want to wake up. He pushed her hair behind her ear and she opened her eyes. "Want me to carry you?" He chuckled lightly.
"Sounds good." She yawned, sitting up. When he got out of the car, helped her stand up only to pick her up. He carried her inside just like he did the night before. There was something comforting in the way he held her. She really felt safe in his arms.
"You wanna lay down or what?" He asked, sitting her down on the couch. "Or eat.." He shrugged when he heard her stomach growl.
"I'm afraid to try.." She mumbled.
"You need to."
"Can you even cook?" She asked, tilting her head.
"Yeah, shit like cereal and toast." He scoffed. "Nah, I'm kidding."
"So.. You can't even fix that?" She looked over at him, giving him a small smile,
"Funny." He put his feet up on the coffee table.
"If I lay down, will you lay with me?" Harlie leaned against him, her fingertips tracing over the tattoos on his arm.
"You really want me to?" He asked.
"I.. Yeah." Harlie looked up at him and felt her heart skip a beat.
When Happy glanced down at her, he hardened quickly. He couldn't help himself when he crashed his laps into hers. Before he knew it she was straddling his waist, the hoodie was in the floor along with her t-shirt. When he pulled away, he heard her whimper. He tossed his cut to the other end of the couch and threw his t-shirt to the floor. His slid his hands slowly up her back. He looked up at her for permission before he unclasped it. She nodded silently as he pulled it down her arms. He soaked in the top half of her body. "You scared?" He whispered, squeezing her ass through her jeans.
"N-No.." Harlie lied, avoiding his gaze.
"Don't lie to me, Harlie.." He caught her eyes.
"Y-yes.." She bit her bottom lip. It felt so good the way his hands squeezed and massaged her breasts. His hands were rough and calloused, but it felt amazing. She needed this. It was taking her mind off everything that was going on. "Happy.." She groaned into his ear. The way her breath felt on his neck was driving him crazy.
"You don't need to be scared, doll.." He placed his hands on her hips. "I won't hurt you.." He grazed his teeth across her neck. The way it felt to have her tits pressing against his chest was almost intoxicating.
"I just.. I don't know what to do.." Her hands fumbled with his belt buckle.
"I'll help you." Happy watched the sight with eager eyes. He could picture her down on her knees, his cock buried in her mouth. "Maybe we should move this to the other room.." He groaned as she started to unzip his jeans.
Harlie nodded, sliding off his lap. "My room.." She blushed, grabbing their clothes off the floor. She grabbed him by the hand, pulling back to her bedroom. He closed her bedroom door, pushing her until she fell back on the bed.
He couldn't help but notice the fact she kept herself in shape as he stripped her of her jeans. Her legs were smooth under his touch. Under her jeans she wore a black pair of boy shorts outlined in dark blue lace. "You wet?" He leaned down, placing kisses about her navel. He felt her arch off the bed.
"Yes.." Harlie moaned, gripping the blanket underneath her. He dipped a hand inside her panties, running a finger across her entrance. She was soaked. "Please!" She almost screamed.
"This what you want?" Happy nipped at her earlobe, sliding a finger inside her. Harlie tensed up for a minute until Happy started to rub her clit in time with his movements.
"Jesus.." Harlie threw her head back. It felt even better when he added a second finger, but the sensation faded quickly when he pulled them out.
"You think you're ready?" Happy sank his teeth down roughly on her collar bone.
Harlie nodded timidly, sliding her panties off. She tossed them in his face. He growled inhaling her sweet scent. He watched as she spread her legs for him. He slid his jeans and his boxers off quickly, climbing up to her. He held a small foil package in her hands.
"It's alright.. I.. I'm on the pill." Harlie took the condom from him. After her attack, Tara wrote her a prescription.
"You sure?" Happy asked, the strain was noticeable in his voice.
"Hap, just do me.." Harlie whined.
"You got it." Happy smirked, hooking one of her legs around his waist. He was inside of her with one quick thrust. He heard her gasp as she took in his size. He didn't know how long he could wait. She was so incredibly tight he could barely stand it. "You ready?" He growled in her ear.
Harlie nodded quickly, wrapping her other leg around his waist. He started off slow, but her reactions spurred him to take her harder. Her nails were digging into shoulder and she wrapped her legs tighter around him, trying to pull him in deeper. Her breath came in short little pants and moans. She was perfect. Being inside her was amazing. She started to meet his thrusts a little more confidently.
Happy almost lost it when she started to tighten around his cock. He sped up his thrusts when he saw her begin to thrash her head back and forth. When Harlie came, she arched her back against his chest and screamed his name. When he heard her say his name, he couldn't hold it anymore. It was too much. She milked him dry. He looked down at her. There was something different about her now. He slowly pulled out of her, groaning when he did. He laid down beside her, wrapping his arm around her waist. She turned to face him, propping herself up on her elbow. That was the moment he noticed the vulnerability. It hit him that he had just taken advantage of her.
"Maybe you should try to sleep.." Happy frowned, running his fingertips down her cheek.
"Will you stay with me?" Harlie asked, nibbling the tips of his fingers. She was making it hard for him to be angry with himself.
"Yeah, but we should get dressed." He pulled his hand away quickly.
"Y-Yeah.." Harlie was hurt by his action. He tossed their clothes on the bed, pulling on his boxers and jeans. She jerked her t-shirt back on along with her panties. He raised an eyebrow. "What?" She blushed brighter. "I can't sleep in jeans.." She was too fucking hot, he though to himself.
"Lay down." He chuckled, patting the spot beside him on the bed. She settled into his arms and laid her head on his chest. Her strawberry-blond locks were strewn out across his chest.
"I love you.." She mumbled, before realizing what she said as sleep started to take over.
He was silent for a moment, but answered simply. "Yeah, kid.." Luckily, she was asleep before he responded.
When Harlie woke up later that afternoon, Happy was gone. The only thing he left was his hoodie, which was hers now anyway. She thought she was alone until she heard someone in the kitchen. She pulled on a pair of sweats and looked out her bedroom to see Jax standing in her kitchen. "Hey.." She yawned, making her way into the kitchen.
"How are ya?" Jax asked, his voice full of concern.
"I'm fine.. Just a little numb I guess." Harlie shrugged.
"Wanna chip a little bit of that edge off?" Jax grinned, pulling a joint out of his cigarette pack.
"Why not.." Harlie laughed quietly, even though on the inside she was screaming.