AN/WARNING: I'm trying something new with this chapter.


Hanna pulled into the lot, looking for one person: Jax. He had called her early that morning to talk to her about the whole Gemma-Clay fiasco and Hanna was all ears. She got Veronica out of the car and moved toward the garage. Upon hearing the familiar roar of motorcycles, she stopped and turned toward the gate to see who rode into the lot.

Seeing Happy, Juice, Lee and Donut pull into the lot, the blonde beauty froze. Tightening her grip on Veronica, Hanna pulled the two year old closer to her. "Come here, baby." She whispered to the little girl as the four men parked their motorcycles and they all put the helmets on different areas of the bikes.

Happy stalked over to her, an annoyed look on his face. Having found out that the red F150 was following her, the day only spiraled out of control. Hanna originally planned to go with Donna to her doctor's appointment then get some work done at the shop but that all went down the drain when the mysterious truck began his pursuit on her.

Happy picked Veronica up, holding her close to him. His tension loosened at the sound of her laughter as he started to poke her sides and tickle her. His eyes finally met Hanna's and upon seeing the dark, lust-filled onyx eyes, she knew she had to get him off one particular idea and get him to talk to her. She needed answers just as much as anyone else. Happy put Veronica back on the ground and she darted toward Juice. Happy turned around to watch her run away and he simply shook his head.

"Talk to me… what happened?" Happy turned around and was met with deep, ocean blue eyes and he couldn't stop himself. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to him, pressing his lips to hers quickly. They pulled away from each other and she tried to push him away. "Tell me, Hap… Please!"

When he didn't move the second time she pushed him, he smirked down at her. "You're not going to move me, baby… Give it a rest. Nothing happened… we followed him to some apartment… He knew we were following him too… He didn't even get out of the truck. Juice got a few pictures of a guy that came out to the truck a few times though."

"Who is it? Let me see the pictures…" Hanna perked up, hoping to get a lead.

Happy shook his head. "I wish you'd stay the fuck out of this… This is club shit, none of your goddamn concern."

"None of my concern? Hap, he's watching our house for me, he's following me around… This has everything to do with me and I have a right to be curious. No, I have a right to know who the creep is. What if I can help, Hap? What if I know the guy in the pictures and could help identify them? We can't just let this opportunity go." Hanna poked Happy's chest, trying once again to move him but failed.

"Let me fuckin' worry about this, Hanna. Just worry about my goddamn daughter, alright?" Happy grunted before walking off toward the clubhouse.

Hanna watched the Killer walk away and she groaned. Damn them, they couldn't get along to save their lives.


*Hanna's POV*

I stood against my car and listened to Veronica talk endlessly about nothing, I don't know who was listening but I guess someone had to. She was slowly becoming less and less quiet as the days dragged on. She's not so much like her daddy as I thought. I pushed myself off the SUV and walked around it toward the picnic table. I saw Juice playing with Veronica and I just smiled, it was too cute of a moment.

Juice looked up at me with a smile as big as the country before turning his attention back to my baby girl and he started playing with her again. He was chasing her around the boxing ring and picnic tables as I slipped into the clubhouse.

I walked past Tig and Chibs arguing over a pool game and Opie was sitting at the bar with Donut, they were drinking and both of them watched me walk toward the dorm rooms. I walked toward Hap's old dorm room and that's when I heard the noises of glass breaking and things hitting the walls. I was jerked around and came face to face with my big brother.

"Leave him alone for awhile… He's just letting some anger out. I don't want you to get hurt, Hanna." He whispered to me, concern in his bright blue eyes

I shook my head, trying to pull out of his grip. "It's ok, Ope… I'll be fine, I promise. I know what I'm walking into." After I said that, Opie let go of my arm and I turned around to walk toward the room when the noises stopped. Right as I opened the door, the crashing into the wall began again. I slowly opened the door to broken glass, broken picture frames, and the bed was a complete mess. The broken items were scattering the floor. I closed the door as silently as I could.

I watched Happy punch the wall a few times before I walked up to him. I grabbed his arm and tried to pull him away from whatever he currently breaking. When our eyes met, I could just feel the anger floating through the room. I held onto both of his wrists as best I could but he was just stronger, ultimately pulling his wrists from my grip.

*Happy's POV*

After I got into the clubhouse, I walked up to the bar to grab a bottle of Jack and go to my old room. I missed living here. Don't get me wrong, I love Hanna but goddamn, she drives me up the fucking wall.

I still couldn't understand why the fuck she was being followed. I guess the why doesn't matter, more like who the fuck is following her around town. That damn crazy ass blonde was right… If she recognized the shithead from those pictures, it could really fuckin' help us but I don't want her involved… If she gets involved, things could really get fucked up.

I set the bottle on the desk against wall and picked up a picture of my old lady. Goddamn it she was so fuckin' beautiful. That damn smile, it fuckin' kills me. Why is she with me? She deserves so much more than this shit. This life ain't for her and she knows it. I don't give damn what she says, she knows she should've stayed away from this life a long time ago.

She could be with some fuckin' yuppie, workin' a 9-5 job with a bunch of kids. She could be safe and happy and wouldn't have to worry about a thing. Just picturing her with another fuckin' man started eating at me, picturing her with some other man's kids was killing me. That's my old lady, my girlfriend, Hanna is mine. No one else's. She's the mother of my kids, rather we have more kids or not… she is the only woman I want to have my kids.

Goddamn, she's got me wanting kids, wanting a future… Goddamn it, this shit isn't me….

I threw the bottle of Jack of the wall by the dorm room door, beginning my rampage. I threw pictures and shot glasses. I flipped the mattresses on the bed and started punching the walls when I felt a hand pulling at me, on my arm. I turned to face the owner of the tiny hand and came face to face with the damn woman in question. She tried to put a vice grip on my wrists and it was cute and shit but it just wasn't working.

"Get the fuck out of here…" I was so damn annoyed, I honestly didn't know what else to do or say to her. Somehow we'd end up in the fuckin' bed and that wasn't going to solve shit between us.

She shook her head and pushed at my chest, I know she was trying to push me to sit down on the destroyed bed but I wasn't budging. "What's your problem, Hap? Talk to me…"

I tried my hardest to avoid them damn blue eyes, those were the fuckin' things that sucked me in every time. I couldn't let it happen this time, we were gonna fix this shit once and for all. "What the fuck is going on with you? Ever since you came back, you've been in permanent bad mood."

She shrugged her fuckin' shoulders, I hated when she did that shit. I shook my head at her and crossed my arms. She stepped closer to me and wrapped her arms around my neck, pulling him down to be eye level with her. "I'm tired of us fighting like we're a bunch of fuckin' teenagers, I'm tired of the constant threats and creeps watching me and my family, and I'm tired of your daughter's little tantrums every time I say no."

I smirked at her. "Then don't say no to her…" I moved to pick her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist. "You think I enjoy fighting with you and arguing with you all the goddamn time?"

Hanna pressed a kiss to my jaw before shaking her head. "She's not going to get everything she wants and don't go give her whatever she wants either. Just because you finally found the person who you can't their feelings no matter what doesn't mean you give them whatever they want. I know you don't enjoy it, baby… I can see that." Our lips met for a brief minute before she pulled away from me and just stared at me.

"What?" I asked her but she shook her head.

She unwound her legs from my waist and slid down to the floor. "Do you ever think about San Fran? About when we first got together?"

I nodded my head, feeling a little confused about where this was coming from. "Sometimes… I always find myself wondering what would've happened if you stayed with me instead of being with Jax." I watched her pull her hair into a pony tail and run her fingers through the curls. Damn I loved her long hair. "Can't change shit though so let's just worry about now. Ok?"

She nodded her head at me and smiled. "Go talk to the guys about the creep, I'm going to get Veronica and we'll wait for you."

Hanna moved to walk away from me but I grabbed her arm, jerking her back to me. "Tell one of the prospects to clean this shit up before you get Veronica." I kissed her neck a few times. "And tell the skinny little prospect with the blonde hair to follow you home." She gave me a confused look. "Go ahead and go home. Church may take a while." I pulled her even closer to me and started kissing her neck again. "I'll call you later."

She nodded her head, leaning her head to side to give me more access to her neck. I bit her in a few places, aiming to leave a mark and I heard her hiss. I smirked and bit her again. She hit me on my back and I pulled away, pushing her against the dresser drawers. I kept her in place by her hips. "You got something to say?"

She laughed and tried to push me away. "Yes… quit fuckin' marking me up… everyone knows I'm yours, you don't need to brand me with bite marks. It's rather unclassy, ya know." She smirked at me, knowing damn well she left her own damn marks all over my body.

"You're one the fuckin' talk, little girl." I raised an eyebrow at her.

She started laughing as my hands found her hips again to keep her in place. "I have no idea what you're talking about… I'm going to find Phil and Key; I'll see you at home. Love you." She stood on her toes and kissed me, effectively pulling herself out of grip and walked out of the room.


AN: So I've been wanted to try writing in first-person for a while but I didn't know how good it'd be so I finally just did it. Let me know what ya think. let me know which format of the story you like more...

The next chapter will address Hanna's new stalker/creeper so get ready for that cute little rollercoaster ;)

I also have a question for all you wonderful readers... If I wrote a few one-shots for An Outlaw's Love, whether it be when Hanna & Happy were in SF together or when they first met when she was a teenager or some with Hanna, Opie & Jax... would you guys enjoy that?

Let me know because I've been thinking about writing up a few to give you guys a new insight on the characters for the story :)

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