It wasn't long before Half Sack's prospect duties came knocking at their door, and he had to go out to face the Sons. Honey stayed in bed for a while after he left, her face buried in the pillow. When she finally checked the time, it was already noon. She had less than two hours to get ready and head out.

With a small groan, she forced herself out of the bed and into the bathroom. As she turned the shower on, she could've sworn she heard her father and her boyfriend's voice. Chalking it up to a figment of her imagination, she continued with her shower.

Meanwhile, Half Sack was a nervous wreck. Clay had decided to lay down some ground-laws for the trip tomorrow, and only a thin door separated the biker King from his under-aged, devirginated daughter. 'Why did I have to come back here instead of staying out there?' He thought Honey had already left. Obviously that wasn't the case. He could hear the shower running and knew Honey would be out soon. Clay stood by the door, his eyes trained on the bed where Half Sack sat.

"Honey's gonna want to celebrate her birthday, so let her. Just don't let her go crazy like last year. She came back with a hangover from hell and a police record." Clay shook his head, chuckling at the memory.

Half Sack felt his eyes widen slightly. 'Birthday?' He nodded in agreement, "I understand, Clay."

"Good." Clay heard the shower running and raised a brow. "That your girl?"

Half Sack thought his heart would beat out of his chest. Trying to play it off casually, with a shrug he said, "Yeah."

Chuckling, Clay shook his head. "Have fun." With that, the older man walked out just as the shower cut off. Honey padded out of the bathroom wearing nothing but a tattoo and a smile, dripping water on the carpet as she dug through her bag.

"Was that my dad?" She asked, laying out her clothes.

"Yeah. He says not to let you go crazy. Something about a police record?" He teased, pulling her against him by her hips. She wrapped her arms around his neck and grinned.

"I was drunk, some skinny bitch tried to say my Louis Vuitton glasses were fake." She shrugged, trying to play it off. He didn't need to know how violent she had been before meeting him.

Sensing the shift in her mood, he held her tighter. "I like it that you can kick ass." He reassured her. She giggled and pressed her lips against his adam's apple then pulled away from him.

She started pulling her clothes on, with Half Sack cursing the t-shirt and jeans for blocking his view of her body. When she was dressed, she tied her hair up. Half Sack watched with mixed emotions as she combed through the sleek ponytail with her fingers. "How do I look?" She turned towards him, gesturing at her hair.

He stuttered an answer, "Uh-pre-um...hm...Shiny." He finished lamely, a blush blossoming along his cheekbones.

Honey chuckled and shook her head playfully, her hair tickling her back. "Thanks, it's always been my life's dream to be shiny." She grabbed her chucks and slipped them on, cursing the man who invented laces.

Half Sack ran his fingers through her hair, then down her back to grip her hips. "You're beautiful, Honey. Even though I like your fluffy hair." He murmured, meaning every word.

Honey smiled shyly and kissed him softly, then pulled away to finish tying her shoes. When she was done, she grabbed her phone and slipped it into her pocket and then turned to face Half Sack. "You coming or are you going to be a Prospect today?" She joked, slightly guilty that he neglected the club so much to spend time with her.

He grinned down at her. "I gotta see if Clay'll let me leave."

They walked out of the dorm together, since most of the guys were in the Chapel. Honey lingered outside near Half Sack's bike while he went to ask Clay.

"Uh, Clay?" Half Sack stepped into the Chapel. He got the feeling he interrupted something important because Tig and Happy glared at him, and the rest looked annoyed.

"What, Prospect?" Clay snapped.

Half Sack gulped a little. "I was wondering if I could have a few hours off."

"This about your girl?" Clay asked, watching him closely.

Sounds of disbelief rang out. "One-Nut has a girl?" Tig cried, amazement clear in his bright blue eyes.

"Yeah, I do. And yes, it is." Half Sack mumbled, uncomfortable talking to Honey's extended family about her. "I was going to give her a ride home, it's not far." A sort of lie. He was giving her a ride.

Clay nodded, sharing a glance with Tig. "Go ahead. You should bring her by the clubhouse sometime, introduce her."

"Maybe. I'll talk to her about it." He headed back out to his bike where Honey was standing.


Does anyone even read this story anymore? :/ I feel like I'm just writing it for me now instead of readers...Thank you for reading and please review.