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The sun was already rising when they finally got to TM. Happy had figured it was better to keep her close at all times, unless he wanted another reason to punish her. Not that he would have minded getting his hands on her ass again, but explaining her success at getting away more than once would have been excruciating.

"Morning sunshines," Tig greeted Happy and Lexi as they were climbing down from his bike. "You good, bro?" he referred to his gunshot wound.

"Yeah, I'm good. Can you keep an eye on her? Need to have a word with Clay," Happy reached out, pushing Lexi toward him.

"Sure thing," Tig's grin was frightening. "Come to me, baby."

Happy got inside, the familiar scent of cigarettes and sex was filling the air. It suddenly struck to him, he hadn't really been there for a while. He had been too busy playing baby-sitting with Lexi for the last few days.

"What is she doing here?" Clay demanded catching a glimpse of her through the window.

"We need her to make the call, it's not Weston's number directly, so there's no reason for tracking it or something, it's a god damn bed and breakfast," Happy slumped down on the coach.

"You think we can trust her to do as we say?" Clay seemed to deliberate for a moment.

"Maybe," Happy watched Clay make his way to the chapel.

"Get her in here," was all he said before disappearing behind the chapel's doors.

"Did you have fun with Killah?" Tig murmured in her ear, as he flew is arm over her shoulder, dragging her forward.

"No," she gulped, wanting to duck and run. The guy was seriously giving her the creeps.

"Too bad, babe, too bad. Maybe you two should have banged, that always cheers me up, you know" he laughed and began to hum some weird melody.

She flushed, it hadn't been that far from it.

"Come here," Happy stood at the doorway, his eyes going from Tig's hand on her shoulder to her blushing cheeks.

"Miss Weston, so good to see you again," Clay gestured at her to take a seat. "I hear you managed to get us a number," he sat down at the head of the table, "though I'm not sure how exactly?"

Lexi peaked at Hap who was standing by her side. She did not want to elaborate on her failed runaways and by logic neither did Happy. "I suddenly remembered," she spoke out in a weak voice.

"That's fortunate," the smile on Clay's face was ominous.

"So we need you to reach out to him, tell him you managed to run away and need his protection. And as I'm betting he is a careful son of a bitch, he will give you a place to meet, too precautious to come and get you himself," he said in a casual voice, "and of course as promised, we'll let you go once all this is over.

"So?" he asked, like she had a choice. In reality disagreeing was obviously not an option. One look at his stone cold stare made that sure.

"Let's get this over with," she sighed. She felt the wrongness of her cooperation, but not enough to sacrifice herself for that bastard. Even as much as it hurt her deep inside, she knew her father really did deserve everything that was coming to him. At least that was what she repeated to herself over and over again while dialing the number a few hours later.

A friendly female voice answered on a second ring.

"Hi, I was told to call this number in order to contact AJ Weston. I'm Alexandra," she said, feeling the weight of threatening gazes coming from the bikers surrounding her.

"Miss, I'm sorry, but I have no information about this AJ Weston," she answered in a calm and collected voice. Lexi's eyes wandered around the room, before she tried again, "I see, how about Joan West?" It was a code name her father had taught her when she was a little girl learning the alphabet. It had been his way of teaching her that ordering matters, in every aspect of life. Just in a way that mixing letter up in his name would turn it into something clearly wrong, so did mixing different racial groups.

"Can you write down the number?" the girl on the other end said after a moment of silence.

"Yes," Lexi's eyes rested on Happy's, who was sitting right across from her. Something in his dark eyes calmed her, instead of agitating her, like they generally did.

They waited for another hour to map down the exact ways in which Lexi's conversation with her dad could possibly go. It was like rehearsing for a play and she was starting to freak out. Not only hadn't see talked to her father in a very long time, she was now forced to lie to him, practically on a gunpoint.

"Lexi?" a familiar voice answered.

"How did you know it was me?" she couldn't help but ask.

"Only you had the means to get that specific number. You okay?" he almost sounded concerned.

"Not really," she burst into tears, the realness of the situation finally getting to her. Although crying was not planned, she knew it actually helped making the whole thing even more believable.

"I can't go home, I don't know what to do," she sniffled.

"Where are you?" he asked.

"In some cheap motel," Lexi said, staring at the reaper engraved into the big wooden table in front of her.

"Do you think you can get to Morada Christian Center by tonight?" her father's voice was sharp.

"I think so," she nodded, although he couldn't see that.

"Good, make sure you're not followed," was all he said before ending the call.

Lexi looked up at the men before her. "Can I go now?" she wiped her cheek with the back of her hand.

"Not yet, honey," Clay smiled at her, "can't have you out there spoiling our surprise party, but after that you're free as a bird."

"Hap, you're staying with Lexi. Make sure there's no way for her to reach out," he turned to Happy.

Happy followed her outside. She turned around to ask him whether they were going back to his house, but not considering how close behind her he actually was, she literally bumped into him.
"Sorry," Lexi cringed, realizing her hands were resting on his abdomen. The feel of his abs underneath her palms made her want tear that shirt off of him.

Quickly she stepped back, trying to play it off nonchalantly. "Are we going back to your place?" she looked at his face.

"Why? Wanna finish what we started?" Happy smirked.

"Honestly I just want to lay down and wait for this awful day to be over," she said hastily.

"We're staying here," he half-smiled. "You can go sleep in one of the dorm-rooms."

"Oh how very generous," she couldn't suppress a yawn. The sleep deprivation was definitely playing a role in her lack of control over her inappropriate thoughts.

Happy made sure there was no way for her to get out or get a word out. He left her sleeping and rejoined the club area. He didn't like being left behind on the whole thing, but also didn't protest, as he understood, it was his last day with Lexi. Even as he didn't want to admit this, he knew she had at some point managed to crawl under his skin a bit.

"Plan is all set," Clay pulled him aside. "Once Weston is dead, we'll get back, get her fingerprints on the murder weapon and let her go," Clay started, "there's no way she'll go to the cops, as aside from the fingerprints, she also had a motive, fucker killed her boyfriend, and the call record proves she talked to him, possibly to get his whereabouts."

"There's no way she'll talk. But if she does, well, too bad for all of us," Clay patted him on the shoulder. "We'll clear the clubhouse out by the evening, only you and Lexi will stay here, so that when we come back there will be no unnecessary set of eye seeing the grand finale of our little deal."

"Got it," Happy nodded, pressing his lips together. What they were doing, it felt wrong, but it was better than the alternative. At least he was not forced to eliminate her as a threat to the club.

By the evening the club house was so quiet, everyone was gone except for her and Happy, who was sitting by the pool table, observing her like a hawk.

"You know it would be more fun for both of us if you'd join me," she turned to him. Trying to play against herself was pretty boring.

He got up and took the cue she was holding in her right hand. "Hey!" she protested, as he threw it across the floor. He was towering in front of her with an unreadable expression. Taking a step closer, he pressed his hands on her hips and propped her up on the pool table.

Yet again his simple touch had managed to wake up that little devil inside of her, who only cared about getting what she wanted. Which was him.

His hands traveled further south until they stopped on her knees. Just to push her legs apart, enough to make room for him between them.

"It's time to say good-bye," he whispered against her ear, before starting to slowly kiss his way across her cheek. He stopped at the corner of her mouth.

She opened her eyes to take in the look in his. He wanted her, she wanted him. There was no point in denying it. And just like he said, it was their good-bye. "It is."

With a smile crossing her lips, she raised her hands to his neck and pulled his head closer. Capturing his lips in a way that left no time for breathing.

However, the sound of a door creaking open made them pull away from each other, before they even got to the really fun parts. The way Happy instantly tensed and grabbed for his gun, she knew, it was not someone they were expecting.

"Hide," he whispered, looking around in the dimly lit room.

The painful silence was cut in half by a gunshot and the sound of a falling body that followed it. Horror made Lexi clasp a hand over her mouth to keep herself from screaming. Someone was coming her way, as she could hear the sound of boots coming closer by the second. But before she could even see who it was, a familiar gravelly voice saying, "Lexi?" had her sigh with relief.

"Happy?" she searched around for where his voice had come from.

"I'm here," Happy was in front of her, pulling her out from underneath the pool table.

"Who was that?" she looked for answers in Hap's face.

"Your personal search-party," a man's voice announced from the darkness.

"Drop it, push it away and get on your knees" he commanded Happy, who had spun around at the speed of light. "Do it, shithead," the stranger walked closer, pointing a gun at Happy's head.

Reluctantly Happy lowered his gun and with a grunt knelt down. "Now you there, come here," the guy gestured at Lexi.

"This is a gift from your father. You get to end that bastard's life," he held out his gun to Lexi.

"What?" she took the gun he was shoving at her.

"Do it," the guy, who Lexi just now started to recognize as one of his father's followers, yelled at her.

"Oh no, no, no," she shook her head. She didn't even need to think. There was no fucking way she could shoot Happy.

"Don't," she fought the guy's hand trying to take his gun back from her. "If you don't do it, I will," he pushed Lexi with a force that sent her falling down, bashing her head against the pool table's corner on the way. Ignoring the sharp pain and the feel of something warm run down her forehead, she looked up.

"You idiots are messing with the wrong people," the guy said aiming his gun at Happy.


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