"What?" was all he said answering his phone. Still standing pressed up against the wall with Happy leaning against her, she didn't move. Physically she couldn't. She could feel her breathing returning to normal. Unsure if she should push him away from her, she just stood there. She turned her head looking down the hall toward the bar doing her best to not listen in on his conversation. Considering she was still very intoxicated and now utterly confused, she honestly couldn't begin to tell anyone who he was talking to or what the conversation was about. She just continued to look toward the bar.
"I'll be there in thirty." Happy said ending the call. Putting his phone back in his pocket his eyes shifted back to Olivia. Knowing he was off the phone, she slowly turned her head back toward him to be met with two now black eyes and his face dangerously close to hers. She still hadn't moved from the position he had put her in and he was still all but pressed up against her. Putting his hands on either side of the wall beside of her head, he stared at her with a blank expression. For what seemed like several minutes, which was only about forty-five seconds, they just stared at each other. Then as if nothing had just happened, he pushed away from her. He walked a short distance up the hall, unlocked the door and disappeared inside, leaving her standing in the same spot, totally stunned. Focused on the wall in front of her, she just stood there. What just happened? Looking back down the hall toward the door Happy just shut, she put her head back against the wall and closed her eyes. "Okay, so I'm drunker than I thought I was and I'm imaging that I just kissed the very biker I was trying to avoid". Bringing her hand up to her mouth, she knew she hadn't dreamed it. She could still feel his lips on hers, could still feel him pressed up against her but opening her eyes she was just a drunk woman standing alone in a hallway of a biker clubhouse. Starting to get that mortified feeling again like she felt this morning, she pulled herself away from the wall and made her way back to the bar as fast as her drunken legs would carry her. Turning the corner, she saw Tara with her head now laying on the bar and Lyla sitting next to her.
"I think this one's had enough for tonight" Lyla said nodding toward Tara.
"Looks that way. I think I'm done as well. I'm going to head on home."
"Hold on." Throwing Johnny her keys, "Follow me. I'm going to drive Olivia home." she said standing up from her bar stool. "Keys, please. Not going to let you drive home. I'll drive your car and Johnny can follow us. Jax, can you let Opie know I'm taking Olivia home and I'll be right back?"
Realizing she was still too buzzed to drive, she handed Lyla her keys and started to make her way to the door.
"You leaving?" asked Jax as he looked up from his cards.
"Yeah, take care of Margaritaville over there." Olivia said smiling and holding onto the end of the bar.
"Luv, nice of you to help entertain us this evening." Chibs said raising his beer toward the brunette. "Hope we see ya again soon."
"Thanks for making me feel so welcome, Chibs. Guys, it was great seeing you all again." Olivia said ready to walk out to her car. Opening the door, she took a deep breath when she felt the cool air hit her face. Ever since whatever it was that happened in the hallway with Happy, she needed air. At the diner earlier today she felt mortified at his unresponsiveness to her and now she wasn't sure what she was feeling. What she did know was that she couldn't get home quick enough.
Shutting the door behind him, Happy immediately stopped. "What the fuck just happened?" he thought now staring back at the door. He was just standing in the hallway of the clubhouse kissing a bitch he met only a week ago. He didn't kiss women. Couldn't remember the last time he kissed a woman. Kissing was too personal and he was never personal with the women he fucked. After he got his satisfaction, he was finished with them. But he had just kissed Olivia, thoroughly, and had actually initiated it and fuck he really enjoyed it. It had to be because of the lack of pussy lately. Ever since the gun deal with Laroy had started, everyone within the club had agreed that pussy had to be put on hold. Everyone's full concentration had to be on transporting the guns successfully. Pulling a hoodie over his head, he grabbed his cut deciding as of now he would have no further contact with Olivia Parker. With the runs going better than expected, the club was having their standard Friday night party this week which of course meant overly eager sweet butts begging to be fucked, to which Happy was "happy" to oblige. Locking his door, he made his way back to the bar.
"Goin to meet Koz at the warehouse to make sure tomorrow's order is ready." he said to Clay and Jax as he walked toward the door.
"Anything wrong?" Jax asked the clubs' hitman.
"Nah, just double checkin' things." Happy said turning back to his VP. Casually scanning the room, he took note that a certain brunette was no where in sight. Turning back heading for the door he walked outside to his bike. Putting his helmet on he started his bike and pulled out.
Walking through the door, she dropped her purse on the counter, kicked her shoes off and stripped down to her bra and panties. Crawling into bed, she sighed at how good it felt to lie down. She needed to take some aspirin to avoid the horrible hangover she knew she'd have in a few hours but her body was refusing to let her move. Drinking so much tonight was not like Olivia but after her earlier encounter with a certain bald biker at the diner, alcohol was just what she needed to forget her humiliation of being ignored. Honestly she hadn't intended to drink so much, but she was having too good of a time to stop. Spending time with Tara and Lyla had been just what she needed to take her mind off things. She had successfully forgotten what had happened only to walk out of the restroom and turn right into him. She let her mind flashback to them kissing, feeling him pressed up against her, how intoxicating his lips felt against hers and just how much she wanted to do it again. "Olivia, you have got to get this fantasy out of your head. I was just there and he would have done the same thing with any other woman standing in that hallway." Closing her eyes she prayed she wouldn't wake up with a hangover.
Pulling up to the warehouse, Happy saw Koz standing outside smoking. Taking his helmet off, he put it on the handle bars and walked over. The evening ride over to the warehouse had given him time to clear his head and only focus on this gun deal.
"Any problems?" Happy asked motioning to the door.
"Nah. Just wanted to make sure our shipment is ready for the morning run." Koz said stomping out his cigarette. "Order should be ready by now. Let's go make sure the pussies didn't fuck up and head back. Fuck man, you should see the bitch that'll be face down in my bed tonight. She'll be screaming my name all night long." Koz said confidently.
"Typical Koz" thought Happy. He loved his brother but the man seriously thought he walked this earth to fuck any and every woman he could. Sometimes he out fucked Tig. To say he had a high opinion of himself was an understatement. Over the years they had hit and quit a lot of the same women, the only difference being Happy didn't offer up details the like Koz. Koz would describe in graphic detail the women he fucked. Like Tig, Koz would screw any girl that would spread their legs for him. Not that Happy was close to being a choir boy, but there were some women he wouldn't touch. Regardless of his gruesome job title within the club, Happy wouldn't touch a woman who used drugs and had his strict list of do's & don'ts with women. Being his silent self, he could rule out potential sweet butts simply by listening to the stories of his other brothers. He had to admit, there were certain women who hung around the club that were just nasty and he wouldn't go there. Making sure the shipment was ready for the morning run, the two bikers started walking back over to their bikes. Still listening to Koz ramble on about tonight's potential fuck partner, Hap swung his leg over and sat down buckling his helmet.
"I'm telling you Killa, this chick is like no other I've seen. I just might have to be nicer to Tara for bringing her friend by the club." Koz said starting his bike. Flipping on his headlight, he took off back toward the clubhouse.
He was about to crank his bike when he heard Koz "be nicer to Tara for bringing her friend by the club". Before he even realized it his head snapped toward Koz's direction hearing that his hopeful fuck partner of the night was non other than Olivia. Olivia Parker, the very same woman that he himself had followed down the hallway, backed her up against the wall and kissed her. This was the same woman who he found himself having a conversation with at the diner this week, the same woman he somehow always ran into and the same woman he didn't talk to this morning, but kissed this evening only to leave her standing alone in the club hallway. And now Koz was headed back to the clubhouse hoping to fuck her. Following behind Koz down the highway he found himself curious to know if Koz would be successful in bedding the brunette he himself was just kissing in the clubhouse hallway. Olivia Parker didn't appear to be the type of woman who would fall for some lame ass lines from a biker but he never expected her to kiss him back the way she had either. It was still unnerving to himself that he found himself thinking about her as often as he did. "Definitely the lack of pussy lately" he thought as he continued the thirty minute drive back.
"We have to start watching Zobelle. We can't take him out blindly not knowing who all we're up against." Clay said puffing on his cigar. "We need to know exactly who all works for him."
"We can't afford to fuck this up. I think I know a way to watch his store and see who comes and goes. Not sure you'll like it though." commented Jax.
"What's your plan?"
"We can do surveillance from across the street. Elliott's building has a perfect view of Zobelle's store, and we can use the top floor unit. Olivia's unit is the perfect location to keep track of his dealings."
"Not so sure about bringing an outsider into this, Jax. I know she's Tara's friend, but we don't know this woman."
"I trust Tara. She wouldn't bring someone around that she felt would hurt the club and Elliott wouldn't have brought her in this land deal if he didn't trust her. I don't see another way. We can have the two prospects reporting back to us. Have them go in as painters or shit. They'll blend right in. I get it's a gamble going this route, but I don't see any other options.
"You honestly think she'd want those two fuckers at her place? I highly doubt it."
"All we can do is reach out. I'll talk with her tomorrow. We have to end Zobelle before he does anymore damage in Charming."
Taking the cigar out of his mouth "I'll go with you to meet the tartlet. See where she stands in this." Clay smirked at Jax. "Boys, I'm out and I'm calling it a night."
Clay made his way outside over to his bike when he saw Koz and Happy ride up. "Everything okay?" he asked buckling his helmet.
"Yeah, we're good." Koz said climbing off his bike. "Now I'm going take my ass inside and get to know that sexy ass brunette. She what that bitch is like on her knees."
"Hate to deflate your dick son, but the lovely Olivia has already left." Clay said laughing at the frown on Koz's face. "Better rekindle that "special" relationship with your hands."
Relieved. That was the thought currently going through Happy's mind. Since Koz voiced his intentions of wanting to fuck Olivia, he couldn't help but know that it was a very real possibility. Koz had a way with women. His reputation as the lady's man of SAMCRO and Tacoma was legendary. Hap had witnessed first hand his ability to bed just about every sweet butt and croweater at any clubhouse but he also had seen him fuck and forget the "good" girl looking for a one nighter with the "bad boy". Hap's irritation right now was why did he care if his brother fucked her? He had no claim to her, hell he barely even knew her. He wouldn't deny he thought she was hot as hell and given the opportunity he would fuck her himself. Women were commonly shared in the MC world with the exceptions of old ladies, so why was it nagging him that his brother wanted Olivia? "Nah…bitch is a bitch" he reasoned as he walked into the clubhouse. Giving his standard nod to his brothers, he headed down the hall to his dorm. Unlocking his door, he found himself turning his head down the hall to the spot he left her in. He walked in his room, put his cut on the chair, took his clothes off and climbed into bed. Taking a deep breath he put his left arm behind his head and closed his eyes. Immediately appearing were two vibrant green eyes staring back at him…..full lips moving in sync with his as two tongues perfectly intertwined with each other. He could still feel her hands slowly moving across his chest, her hand moving to the back of his neck. He remembered feeling her move into to him and the soft moan that escaped her lips…..just as his damn phone rang. Koz the fuckin' cock blocker. Had he not called asking Hap to come up to the warehouse would he have pulled Olivia into his room and fucked her senseless? He would never know the answer to that question. Olivia Parker was no sweet butt or crow eater, but the complete opposite of the women he would target to scratch any itch he would have. He vowed earlier today he would have no more contact with the brunette but that thought was shot to hell earlier tonight when he followed her down the hall and kissed her. "Damn it" thought Happy as he felt sleep creeping up on him "I've got to get this bitch out of my head".
"I'm going to kill Tara" was the only thought in Olivia's extremely hung over head. Not yet brave enough to come out from under her down comforter, she silently prayed that she'd only have to deal with a pounding headache. Having to throw up would only make her sicker. She could handle a horrible headache as long as she didn't throw up. Peeking out from under the covers, she grabbed her phone noticing it was 8am and checking for any texts. Only one.
"I'll handle everything up at the site so you can take it easy today. Heard you found a new friend in tequila." Elliott
"Oh, thank you god!" she said a little to loudly. "Oh, that hurt!" Olivia quietly said holding her throbbing head. Realizing that the Advil bottle was not going to walk itself into her bedroom, open and pop three pills in her mouth, she slowly crawled out of bed and made her way to the bathroom. Turning on the shower, she then pushed the dimmer switch for the light above the shower. Bright light was not her friend this morning, definitely the darker the better. Grabbing a water from the refrigerator, she walked back to the bathroom, took some much needed headache medicine and stepped into a hot, steaming shower.
Forty five minutes later, she stepped out of the shower somewhat feeling like her normal self. The headache medicine was slowly stopping the pounding in her head. Knowing she didn't have to go to the jobsite today and she didn't have any appointments with clients, Olivia could get caught up on planning the open house event for the community.
If there was one thing Gemma Teller couldn't stand, it would have to be an ass kisser. Sitting here at her bi-weekly Chamber of Commerce meeting, she felt totally surrounded by snotty rich fake bitches and uptight business men who all seemed to look down their noses at her. To them she was nothing, just the wife of a less than upstanding auto mechanic who also was the president of the local motorcycle club. To be honest, she was the wife of an auto mechanic who was SAMCRO's president but she was also the woman who had raised thousands of dollars for Charming, put together countless charity events and actually did her part to help keep this small town thriving. And now the room full of Charming's best brown nosers were looking to her to ensure this year's biggest charity function was a hit.
"I simply don't understand why anyone thinks a date auction will raise enough money to fund the arts project." spoke the always snooty Liz Ashford. "A silent auction has always brought in enough money to cover the project."
"Yes, it's always brought in "enough" money to cover the project, but we need a lot more than just "enough" money to cover the arts project but also doing the revitalization of the rose gardens." Gemma said looking directly toward Liz. "Bringing in something new will help ensure new donations and get more involvement from the community."
"With the event only a month away, we need to put this to a vote. All in favor of the charity date auction, say "I", said the reluctant Liz. To her disappointment, everyone except herself voted in favor of Gemma's idea. "Well, Gemma, I hope your event's a success or we'll be looking for Teller Morrow Automotive to make up the difference. Best of luck to you."
"Don't you worry your sweet little head about the event. I've never failed to meet the goal we've needed." Gemma confidently spoke wishing she could slap the shit out of the woman.
"I can only hope that this event will be of the same level of class and dignity as our prior events." Liz said as she adjusted her tailored suit jacket and walked off.
Bitch. Gemma picked up her purse, giving the snotty woman one last glare before walking outside to her car.
God bless who ever invented sunglasses thought Olivia as she drove toward the office. With her headache subsiding she wanted to get to the office and start back planning the community open house. Pulling into the parking lot, she heard her phone beep with a next text.
Tristan's with me. Going on coffee run. Be back in a few. C
Walking into the Oswald Homes, Inc., she grabbed her mail and went into her office. Noticing Tristan's art book on her desk, she opened it wanting to see what new drawings Tristan had come up with for their model home project. Flipping through the pages, she smiled at seeing the hard work and effort the young girl was putting into her designs. Turning the page, Olivia froze. She picked the art book up and brought it closer to her. What the hell is this was the thought screaming through her head. Looking up toward the office door she looked back down to the page. Why is this in Tristan's art book? Still unable to reason why these drawings would be in Tristan's book, she couldn't tear her eyes away. The first drawing was of a man's arm with a tattoo of a large knife covered in blood. The next page showed a man's muscular chest with a large black swastika but it was the next page that caused her to feel as if she had stopped breathing. It was a drawing of a man with an almost shaved head and the most evil eyes she had ever seen. "Why does she have these drawings?" Olivia said out loud. Looking back down at the drawing of the man she couldn't help but feel like she had seen this man before. Her mind was on overdrive. Why would Tristan have drawings like these? Did she draw them herself? She sat down at her desk dumbfounded at what she had just found. Getting her focus back she looked directly over at her copier. Quickly getting up she almost ran over to make copies of what she had just found. A slight sense of guilt washed over her as the last page was copied. For whatever reason Tristan had these drawings in her possession, Olivia truly didn't want to invade her privacy but her gut instinct was telling her there was something wrong with what she had found. Now she just needed to find out why Tristan had these drawings and what they meant. Ever since she had moved to Charming, Olivia and Tristan had bonded like an older sister/younger sister relationship. In her pre-move conversations with Elliott and Tara, Olivia had unfortunately learned the horrific details of the young girls attack. Tristan completely shut down and refused to talk about what had happened to her or provide any details of who had attacked her. Her doctor had advised Elliott that pushing Tristan to relive her attack could do more damage than good, and she could possibly not recover. Thinking about the details of Tristan's attack brought back the horrible memories of the day she found Tara brutally raped and tied to her bed. She had watched Tara completely shut down and almost give up only to find the strength she needed to put her rape behind her and reclaim her life. Picking the last copy up from the copier, she heard the bell from the front door ring. Quickly putting the copies in her purse and placing Tristan's art book on the conference table, she made her way to the lobby.
"Can I help…Tig, what brings you by?" Olivia asked noticing he was carrying a bag of food.
"Lunch with Tristan. She here?" he asked noticing Olivia was somewhat confused. "We have a weekly lunch date."
"Oh. She should be back any minute now. She went with Christy on a coffee run."
"How ya feeling this morning?" he asked remembering how drunk she and Tara were last night.
Softly laughing "I've had better mornings. Haven't been that drunk In a very long time. I'm normally more controlled with my alcohol consumption. I'm completely blaming Tara for last night."
"Nothing to be ashamed of darling. Was cool seeing Doc let loose like that. Not bad seeing you slam back a few too. Looks good on you."
"Yeah, it was fun to forget about everything, but I've got to stay focused on this project. Elliott's got too much invested for this project to fail." Olivia said noticing Tig's patch on his cut. Her mind floated back to the patch on Happy's cut. Unholy One. Her mind then took her back to that hallway and her kissing him…..NO, him kissing her. She just kissed back and didn't stop it.
"Something wrong?" asked Tig noticing Olivia seemed to now be preoccupied.
"What? Oh no, nothing's wrong. Just have a lot on my mind." Olivia said silently cursing herself for again thinking, no lusting after a certain bald biker who left her standing alone.
"See, if you hang out with us more, you wouldn't be distracted with work." smirked Tig wiggling his eyebrows at her.
Laughing at the remark "I have a feeling I'd be too distracted." Hearing the door open she turned to see Christy and Tristan walk in.
"Hi Uncle Tig." Tristan said walking up and hugging the somewhat scary looking outlaw biker.
"Howya doin' kid?"
"Good. I'm hungry. Let's eat." Tristan said grinning at Tig. Olivia smiled watching the odd pair walk to the back conference room to have lunch together.
"I know, it's very odd, but ever since her attack the two of them have formed this bond. Who would have thought a ruthless biker could be so sweet to an almost broken child." said Christy realizing that Olivia was not believing what she had just seen.
"Yeah. I don't know. It's the people you're you would never think being the ones who surprise you the most." Olivia stated walking back toward her office. Settling into her chair, she rolled her eyes at her to-do list.
"Runs keep goin' this easy we can have the prospects handle em'." Koz said with a mouth full of his cheeseburger. "You goin' eat those?" he asked pointing to Happy's fries.
Shaking his head, Happy turned looking toward the parking lot of the diner. He really did love his brother but some days he had to fight the urge to put a bullet in his head to shut him up. Koz could ramble about anything and usually did.
"This deal's too important for those dip shit prospects to fuck up." Happy commented finishing his coffee. "Club can't afford this deal not to work out."
"I know man. Just think with how easy these runs are goin' we could be workin' on other projects." Koz said finishing his burger.
Looking at Koz like he'd grown four heads "Fucker, like you got anything else goin' on." Turning his head back toward the parking lot, he felt his heart stop and his stomach drop to his feet. Pulling in was a black Volvo SUV. Maintaining his unreadable face, he watched as the driver exited the vehicle…definitely not who he thought it was or was it "hoped it was". "Fuck" he screamed silently in his head. He turned back toward Koz, pulled out his wallet and threw some bills onto the table.
"Lets go." he said standing up from the table and walking out the door to his bike.
In all his years of owning the diner, Ralph had learned how to read his customers. Most of them at some point or another felt the urge to confide in the sixty-something diner owner as they would their favorite bartender. For at least ten years now, members of SAMCRO frequented his establishment a few times each week. At first he was hesitant on an outlaw biker club being regulars fearing they would scare off customers, but he had never had a problem with any of the guys. Tig is the boisterous one, Chibs, the charmer, Jax, the golden child, Bobby, the thinker, Opie, the quiet one, Koz, the constant bullshitter, Juice, the tech geek and Happy, the silent, lethal one. In all the times the guys would come in Ralph couldn't help but notice the bald biker. Always sat so he could see everything going on, never spoke unless spoken to and was surprisingly respectful to Helen. The rare occasion he heard Happy talk, he picked up on the fact that his mom was battling cancer, he feared nothing and never showed any emotion or reaction to anything. Sitting there today going over the books, he noticed how Happy kept looking to the parking lot while listening to Koz ramble on about nothing. Normally that wouldn't cause Ralph to notice but ever since he had witnessed Happy's hour long conversation with Olivia Parker he started paying extra attention to the "Unholy One". He was still shocked to have witnessed such a rare event. He had watched yesterday as the brunette sat down at his table while Happy remained silent just staring at her. He knew she was embarrassed but he thought she hid it well as she politely got up and left. He watched as the biker realized he didn't even speak to her and then noticed the biker intently watching the young woman leave the diner. Now just fifteen minutes ago, he happened to look over to Happy and see his initial reaction when he saw the black SUV pull into the parking lot. He saw the look on the biker's face when the woman who stepped out of the Volvo looked nothing like the stunning brunette. Ralph may be "old" to some people but he knew that look. Disappointment. Had he not witnessed the recent interaction himself between the biker and the beauty, he wouldn't believe it either. "That man is hooked." Ralph said taking a bite of his club sandwich.