"So how the hell are we going to fix this?" Smith asked his partner, running a hand over his weary face as he sat down on the end of his motel lumpy bed.
Jones shrugged nonchalantly, taking a drag from the cigar hanging from his lips and puffing out a staggered series of little smoke clouds before responding, "It's not really that big of a deal, Smithy."
"Not a big deal? Our client just figured out we fucked up and threatened to kill us if we don't find the girl and make sure she's dead." Smith hissed.
"Calm the fuck down. All we have to do is retrace our steps. You remember where we dumped the body?" Jones asked.
"I think so." Smith nodded, feeling quite confident in his answer.
Jones nodded favorably, "Good. That's where we'll start. Dead or alive she would have been picked up by one of the surrounding townships."
Smith eyed his partner curiously trying to figure out what was going on in the former survivalist's head, "So what do we do? Start checking with local police stations?"
"Precisely." Jones confirmed with a cocky grin.
"Right." Smith rolled his eyes sarcastically, "What do we tell them? 'Hi. We seem to have misplaced the body of a girl we were supposed to kill. You don't happen to know where she is do you? 'Cause we really need to make sure she's actually dead so our client doesn't try to kill us for fucking shit up.'"
"Pretty much." Jones smirked.
Smith glared at his partner, "I was joking."
"I'm not. We make up some story about how we're looking for my druggy runaway sister. Ask to see their line-up of Jane Does and head cases." Jones explained.
Smith furrowed his brow in confusion, "Head cases?"
Jones took a deep exasperated breath, "If she's alive, she might not be all there," He said tapping the side of his head to emphasize his point. "Would explain why she hasn't tried to go home."
Smith nodded. It made sense. If she was alive she probably had some sort of brain damage after what Jones had done to her.
"If she's dead, we tell the boss man where he can find her body. If she'd alive, we hunt her down, take her out and make sure the proper authorities find her this time. Shouldn't be too hard. She was easy to get to the first time." Jones smirked.
Smith shook his head, "We knew where she was the first time."
Jones chuckled, "Lighten up, Smithy. Enjoy the thrill of the chase."
"You won't be saying that when we're the one's being chased by another assassin." Smith muttered.
"You worry too much. When was the last time you got your dick wet?" Jones asked with a knowing smirk.
"None of your fucking business." Smith snapped in response.
Jones leaned back in his chair and took another slow drag from his cigar, "Just trying to help, my friend. Trust me. We've got this shit."
Smith hated to admit it, but Jones had a point, "Fine. We'll try it your way. Rest up. We leave at dawn."
Happy had never really experienced the feeling of being truly content. His life was full of chaos and violence. The only certainly was death was waiting for him at the end of the long highway, and Happy was hell-bent on keeping the reaper waiting as long as possible. But as he lay shirtless in the gently swaying hammock in his backyard, his newly claimed mate napping snuggly pressed into his side with her head over his heart, Happy let a satisfied smile creep onto his face.
He still couldn't believe she loved him; that she was his. His Old Lady. His Lucky. He couldn't say the words yet, but he did love her. He never thought he would see the day a woman would make him love them so completely he was willing to live, die and kill for them, but for Lucky he would. She was his mate and the only thing that remained was to make it official in ink.
As Lucky slept, Happy held a sketchpad and pencil in his hands planning out the intricate design for Lucky's crow. He had been surprised when she asked for a half-sleeve. Most Old Ladies opted for tiny hip, tit or lower back tattoos they could easily cover up if their relationships went south. What Lucky was asking for would be next to impossible to hide. It showed the strength of her devotion to him and he intended to reward her by giving her the most beautiful tattoo he could draw. It wouldn't be some shitty little flash. His Old Lady deserved more. He wanted her to love it.
He darkened the outline of the crow, roses, and little geometric accents and thought about the symbolism behind the tattoo. While Happy didn't look like a well-educated man, he was actually very well read and intellectually deep. He knew that the crow and roses represented the two main psychological driving forces of human nature: Eros and Thanatos; love and death. He liked to think it also represented Lucky and himself. She was love and he was death. Happy was pleased with the overall design he had come up with and knew he would be proud to put it on his girl.
Lucky stirred from her nap, a sleepy smile on her face as her long eyelashes fluttered open to reveal her bright blue eyes, which were till hazy with sleep.
Happy looked down at her with a fond smile, "Hey."
"Hey. How long have I been asleep?" She asked stifling a little yawn as she snuggled against his bare chest.
Happy checked his watch, "Almost an hour."
Lucky nodded and noticed he had his sketchpad out, "Whatcha working on?"
"Your crow." He told her simply.
Propped herself up on her arms a bit before asking, "Can I see?"
"Not finished yet. Gonna add some color." He told her, turning the sketchpad so she could take a look at what he'd drawn.
Lucky was stunned by the picture. She tentatively ran her fingertips over the page as if making sure it wasn't just a dream. She thought it was gorgeous.
"Do you like it?" He asked hesitantly when she didn't immediately say anything.
"I love it," Lucky nodded with a smile. "When do I get to wear it?"
"Soon," He told her. "Need to get my shit from the clubhouse."
"Don't want to put it on me there?" She asked curiously.
"Don't want an audience. You're going straight from the chair to my bed." He told her firmly as he flipped the sketchpad closed, threaded the pencil through the binding coil and dropped the whole thing onto the grass below them.
"Is that so?" Lucky smirked cheekily, moving her body over Happy's so she was laying more on his chest and they were face to face, "You seem very sure of yourself, Mr. Lowman."
He gently stroked the side of her face, "My girl is going to be on an endorphin high and I'm going to make sure she rides it out on my cock."
Lucky's eyes glazed over with lust and she licked her lips, "Lucky her."
She leaned in to brush her lips lightly against Happy's lips. What started out sweet and gentle, quickly escalated into something much more intense. Happy couldn't get enough of her. He held her mouth against his with a controlling grip on the back of her neck. He kissed her with a bruising passion of demanding lips and an aggressive tongue.
His free hand skimmed down her back to grab handful of her luscious ass. He roughly kneaded and molded the soft flesh as Lucky ground herself against his hard straining member. She mewled against his lips before pulling back to catch her breath and look deep into his lust-filled pools of darkness.
"Take me inside." She told him with a hint of desperation in her voice.
Happy didn't need to be asked twice. He carefully sat up and slid his arms under her ass. Lucky wrapped her legs around his hips and wound her arms around his neck. She clung to him, nipping and kissing the side of his neck as he carried her back to the house.
He stepped into the kitchen and kicked the door closed behind them. He sat Lucky down on the counter and stood between her legs. He immediately pulled her t-shirt over her head and made quick work of releasing her breasts from the confines of her bra. With a hungry growl, he palmed one soft globe and used his mouth to catch her unattended nipple between his teeth. Lucky threw back her head with a throaty moan. She brace herself against the countertop with one hand, using the other to hold his head to her breast, running her fingernails along his tattooed scalp. Happy let out another low growl that vibrated against her chest and sent a shock of desire spiraling through Lucky's already damp core.
With his free hand, the assassin fumbled with the button of her jean cut-off shorts. He had just managed to get it undone when his phone began vibrating insistently in his pocket. He released Lucky's nipple with a disappointed groan and stole a quick kiss from Lucky before fishing his vibrating cell out of his jeans.
He took a look at the caller display and flipping it open and holding it against his ear to answer grumpily, "What?"
"Hap, we need you at the cabin." Tig's voice said flatly.
Happy held the back of Lucky's neck, stroking her jaw with his calloused thumb as she watched him with wide inquisitive eyes. The way she was biting her lower lip made him want to huck his phone out the back door, bend her over the counter and fuck her from behind, but he knew the club came first.
"When?" Happy asked in a serious tone.
"As soon as you can get here, brother?" Tig told him, clearly not happy with whatever was going on.
Happy frowned, "Do I even want to know?"
"We'll fill you in when you get here." The icy-eyed Son told him.
"What about Lucky?" Happy asked not wanting to leave her unprotected while he was gone.
"Jax already called Phil. He's on his way over to your place now to watch her for the next few days." Tig informed him trying to put the enforcer's mind at ease.
Happy pinched the bridge of his nose, feeling the tension building in his skull. He didn't want to be away from his little mate for a few days, but he couldn't tell his brother that. He settled for a question Tig would understand.
"Do I have time to fuck my Old Lady before I leave?" Happy asked, smirking as Lucky blushed a deep red.
He could almost hear the humor in his perverted brother's voice when he said, "Only if you send me pictures. Or better yet video. Still don't know how you landed that prime piece of ass."
Happy swallowed his anger at how Tig was talking about his Old Lady and tried to force and answer out of him, "It's a yes or no question, Tig."
Lucky surprised Happy by taking the phone from him to speak to Tig in a low, breathy, seductively pleading voice, "Please Tiggy. I'm so hot and wet. I need Happy right now. Please say he can take care of me before he leaves."
She smirked at Happy when she heard Tig groan on the other end of the phone, "Baby, you make it so hard for me to say no, but Jax needs your man here ASAP."
Lucky pouted, "Fine." She handed the phone back to Happy with a shrug, "I tried."
Happy smirked and shook his head in disbelief, before resuming his conversation with Tig, "I'll hit the road as soon as the prospect gets here."
Tig recovered quickly to respond, "Alright. See you soon brother."
Happy hung up and dropped the phone on the counter. He pulled Lucky forward with the hand his still had on her neck and pressed his forehead against hers.
Lucky sighed, "You've got to go?"
He nodded.
"How long?" The little blue-eyed woman asked with a frown.
"Don't know yet. Phil's going to stay here with you." Happy told her.
"I'll miss you." Lucky admitted, closing her eyes.
She sighed into his gentle kiss. She knew it was his way of telling her he'd miss her too. Even though what they had was still so new, she was reluctant to see him go, even for a few days. She knew this was the nature of the life he lived, and she would have to learn to accept it, but that didn't mean she ever truly had to like it.
Lucky opened her eyes when he pulled away and placed her hands on the sides of his face, looking deep into his dark eyes, "Be safe and come back to me."
Happy wrapped his arms around her tightly to reassure her, "Always will."
Lucky clung to him, willing his words to be true until there was a knock at the front door.
"Phil?" Lucky asked Happy as he pulled away.
Happy nodded, reaching down to pluck her t-shirt off the floor and hand it to her, "Put a shirt on. Don't want to have to kill him for seeing what's mine."
Lucky chuckled and slipped the shirt back on over her head, forgoing her bra, which was still laying on the floor by the back door. Happy gripped her hips and helped her hop down from the counter. He left her alone in the kitchen to answer the front door. She re-buttoned her shorts and picked up her bra before walking from the kitchen into the living room.
Phil greeted her with a warm, if a little nervous, smile, "Hi, Lucky."
"Hey, Phil. Guess we're gonna be roomies for the next few days."
He nodded, "Looks like it."
"Whatever you do, don't let her cook." Happy warned as he walked out of their bedroom wearing a clean t-shirt under his kutte, his knife and gun back in their normal places.
"Hey!" Lucky protested. "I'm getting better."
Happy and Phil shared a disbelieving look that had Lucky rolling her eyes in mild frustration.
"No faith in me." She muttered under her breath as she crossed her arms.
Happy chuckled, "Come here, baby girl."
Lucky huffed, but went to her Old Man willingly. He wrapped an arm around her waist and leaned down to whisper only loud enough for her to hear, "Your pussy belongs to me. No touching yourself until I get back. You will only cum by my hand, my tongue and my cock. Understood?"
Lucky whimpered, feeling herself get wet all over again, "But Happy…"
"Understood?" He asked her again a little more forcefully.
Lucky sighed looking downtrodden and let her shoulders slump a little, "Yes sir."
"Hey." Happy said as he held her chin and forced her to meet his eyes. "As soon as I get back, I'm going to put my crow on you and fuck you so hard that everyone in Charming will hear you screaming my name."
"Promise?" Lucky asked, blushing like a schoolgirl.
Happy nodded with a confident smirk, "Promise."
He kissed her once more, before nodding to Phil and rushing out the door. Lucky wrapped her arms around herself as she watched him go, instantly feeling the loss of his hard body pressed against hers. She heard his motorcycle start up in the driveway and prayed for him to return to her soon and whole.
"Is this all of them?" Jones asked Roosevelt as he flipped through the last of the pictures of Jane Does found in the Charming area.
Roosevelt nodded, "That's all the ones we have matching your sister's description we've found in the last six months."
Jones shook his head with a deep sigh, "She's not here."
"I'm sorry, sir, but not many missing girls end up in Charming." Roosevelt told him sincerely.
Jones looked up at him with glossy eyes, truly looking the part of a loving brother looking for his lost and misguided sister, "Is there any chance you found anyone alive suffering from memory loss? Mindy was into some pretty heavy shit. It messed with her head sometimes and she'd disappear for days forgetting who she was and where she was from."
The sheriff frowned, figuring it was a long shot but he might as well try, "There was one girl we found nearly two months ago." He pulled out a file and handed Jones a picture of a beat-up blue-eyed girl with no hair. "She was barely alive, beaten bloody, no memory. She's lucky to be alive."
Jones studied the picture closely, schooling his expression to hide the fact that the young woman in the picture was the target he'd been looking for, "What happened to her?"
"Still in town. She made some friends. They take care of her now." Roosevelt told him cryptically. "She's not your sister, is she?" He asked already certain he knew what the answer would be.
Jones shook his head and handed back the picture, "No." He stood from his seat next to the Sheriff's desk and extended Roosevelt his hand, "Thank you for taking the time to speak to me."
The Sheriff shook the man's hand with a grim look on his face, "I hope you find your sister. I only wish we could have been more help."
Jones pulled his hand back and hung his head in simulated disappointment as he walked out of the office and made his way to the front of the Charming police station. Smith was waiting for him in the lobby.
"Well?" Smith asked anxiously.
Jones smirked, "She's here."
"Dead?" Smith asked hopefully.
Jones shook his head but didn't appear too concerned, "Alive."
"Fuck!" Smith hissed. "You know where she is?"
"The Sheriff was a little more reluctant to volunteer that information." Jones admitted. "Couldn't really push for it without blowing my cover."
Smith ran a frustrated hand over his head, "So how do we find her?"
"It's a small town," Jones started to say when a brightly colored poster pinned the stations community bulletin board caught his attention.
He brushed past his partner and ripped the poster off the board, a sinister smile splitting his face as he looked down at the pictures of the featured musical acts performing at Charming's Community Summer Concert. Her bright blue eyes and soft shone up at him from the bottom right corner of the cheap two-dimensional medium: 'Lucky: Violinist: Performing a Classical and Contemporary Medley.' His eyes flicked to the middle of the poster to read: 'For tickets and information please inquire at Floyd's Music Store, 449 Main Street.'
Jones looked almost gleeful as he looked back up at Smith who was silently watching him with curious eyes, "And I think I know where to start looking."
A/N: Hello Readers, Short and sweet: please read and review and I'll have the next chapter up as soon as I can.
Next Chapter: Tattooing, sexy fun time, violins and misunderstandings.
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