Song: Stay with me – Sam Smith

Chapter 11

"Oh, won´t you stay with me. ´Cause you're all I need. This ain't love It's clear to see. But darling, stay with me."

Happy jerked on the long brown hair of the croweater and pushed her back into the mattress. He was fucking her doggy style, face down, ass up. His brow was furrowed and instead of trying to enjoy the fuck he was using the girl purely as a way to get rid of his hard on. He was frustrated as fuck. Who the hell did that bitch think she was, leading him on like that! Just when he was about to throw her over his shoulder and take her inside she had stopped him. Telling him she forgot she had to prepare for her first day of work or some shit. Bullshit. With a low grunt he came, immediately getting up to take a shower. "Get the fuck out" he yelled over his shoulder to the girl.

"Why am I so emotional? No It's not a good look, gain some self control. Deep down I know this never works. But could you lay with me. So it doesn't hurt."

Stevie was taking a long bath. Listening to music and trying to relax with some candles. She hated herself for stopping Happy. But at the same time she knew she had done the right thing. There was something about him. In a way she had known.. that if they had slept together it was not going to be casual. There was a deep and primal thing about him that connected to her soul. She had felt it clearly for the first time when they had kissed.

She was not ready for this.

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4 pm on the dot she stood behind the bar at her new job. A guy was explaining to her where she could find everything and what was expected of her. She was wearing a crème ballet dress with a light pink chiffon scarf around it, providing her with some extra twirling fabric around her legs.

"Nice necklace you got there" Ron, her new boss, suddenly said while fondling the gold triangle between her collarbones. Stevie immediately stepped back causing him to release her precious necklace. "Yeah thanks, my late husband gave that to me" she said, giving him a stern look. "Ah.. sorry 'bout that" he said, obviously uncomfortable. "I'll be in the back if you need me, Susan will join you at 8".

The first few hours where an absolute bore. There were a few regular customers she served, mostly middle aged men who were overexcited to meet this new girl. Once they had quieted down behind their glass and got that familiar stare of a depressed man in a bar things had become silent again. Ron came in to check on her after about 2 hours. "Listen, I don't mind if you read a book or do whatever while its quiet like this just as long as work gets done" he said, music to Stevie's ears.

When it got dark outside around 8 her co-worker Susan showed up. She was a middle aged woman with a bad perm, but she was sweet.

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When her first day was over at midnight she got a call from her brother. "Hey sis, wanna come to the clubhouse? I haven't seen you all day" his cheerful voice causing her to smile. Immediately after that however her face fell. She'd no doubt run into Happy at the clubhouse. "Fuck it" she thought, im not going to let this incident scare me into going anywhere.

On her way over to the clubhouse she thought about the feeling kissing Happy had given her. It was.. safety, a familiar sense of power coursing through the man she was kissing. He had the same quiet authority Silvio had.

She had never really thought about getting into a relationship after he died. She had fucked random guys after the first year but never with a connection, never to stay around. Although.. one of the men she had slept with had taken that a different way.. "Don't think about that shit right now" she reprimanded herself. She had enough to worry about already.

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When she arrived at the clubhouse she saw a crowd near the boxing ring. When she got closer she felt a little shock when she saw Happy and Tig in the ring. Seeing him like that, naked from the waist up, his chiselled abs glistening with sweat and his body covered in art.. She almost felt flushed.

"How was work huh?" Her brothers big arm pulled her close and he kissed her hair. "Well it was boring but I can do some writing or reading so its alright" Stevie said, smiling up at her brother who was clearly already a bit tipsy.

When the fight was over it was clear Happy had won. He walked out of the ring, face bloody but arms up and a cocky grin on his face. A croweater immediately latched onto him, fussing over the cut on his face. His gaze crossed hers for a second and stuck. They shared a look that made it clear to Stevie he was angry with her. Shrugging it off she walked over to Tig.

As soon as Tig saw her come he pushed away the croweaters and a grin formed on his bruised face. "Taking some more hits to the face I see" Stevie said with sympathy. "Ah whatever man, I can take it" Tig said wincing slightly when Stevie gave him a quick peck on his lips. "Lets get you fixed up" she said, observing the bruises and one of his fingers that was becoming more purple by the minute.

She took Tig to one of the bathrooms and cleaned up his face and bandaged his finger. Suddenly he leaned in and pressed his lips on hers. His breathing was heavy and his good hand had already found a way to her hair, tangled. "Tig.. stop" Stevie said, averting her face. "What's wrong honey, I thought you digged it last time?" he said, slightly annoyed.

"Look, I really did. Im just not in the mood." Stevie said, getting up. "Hey! please don't leave" Tig said all of a sudden. "We don't have to fuck.. let's just get drunk by ourselves.. right here". Stevie looked at his pleading face and caved. "Alright, I'll get some booze and assure my brother he wont have to bash your head in again in the morning".

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"Silvio has just been on my mind a lot today" Stevie said, taking a gulp from the bottle of Jack she and Tig were sharing. "Aw yeah man I get, don't worry kid" His eyes however were still locked onto her cleavage. Stevie smirked, "Do I really have to say my eyes are up here or should I slap you".

Tig smiled but right after that his brow furrowed. "The other day, when we woke up together and you were.. naked.. I saw you had all these scars" he said, trying to read her face.

Stevie looked at him. She felt so comfortable around him but she didn't know If she wanted to tell him all that. Only her brother and Lyla knew currently. She did have scars on her arms that were quite visible, but they were very obviously self harm scars. They were old. She had started to do that when she was just 11 years old. The scars on her stomach and back looked.. more vicious.

"They are a part of my past that I don't like to think of Tig" she said, hoping he would drop it. "Yeah".. he said, suddenly very solemn. It almost looked like his eyes were glazed over. "I know what you mean, some shit should just stay in the past, but no matter how hard you try it always comes back at you".

Stevie suddenly felt the need to hold him close. Call it a motherly instinct but she just knew that was what he needed. He had some dark shit on his mind. She took a chance and pulled his head to her chest. He responded by burring his face in her neck, sighing deep and holding her close.

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"I knew it" Kozik murmured to Chibs later that night. "She's already got Tig under her spell. I'm telling you she's like a glue, once she lets you in you can't escape".

Happy stood nearby, hearing Kozik talk to Chibs. It irritated him beyond belief that he couldn't figure that woman out. There was something that made his thoughts constantly linger on her. He shrugged, grabbing his favourite croweater, a busty blonde called Tina, by her arm to have a one last fuck before he went to crash.

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