Happy needed some distraction, he still felt not himself. He remembered last night too well and it called up shame. Not a feeling he was very familiair with. He had made her beg. Yeah, he had surprised himself by some tender moves, but he had still made her beg like she was a fucking whore, and she had even behaved like one. She had begged him to fuck her, and she had told him more of that whore talk that was chasing away his appetite now. She had been drunk, and he wondered if she had always been this way in the bedroom. He didn't like it. She was the President's daughter, the last thing she had to do was acting like a Croweater. With a sigh he poured himself a coffee. He had barely taken a sip of it before Rowena showed up.

"Where were you tonight?" he asked on a dark tone. Now he understood why Faye wasn't so much a fan of the Croweater, and it made him suspicious that the whore hadn't been around.

"I eh ‒ one of your brothers needed my services." She smiled at him, an expectant look in her eyes, as if she thought he wanted her exclusively. He didn't, he didn't care who she was fucking, unless it felt like some kind of nasty conspiracy.

"Who?"

"Juice," she said with a slight blush. He wasn't surprised. Faye and he were close, maybe the closest friend she had around the club. He walked up to the booth where the guy was playing some dumb game on his phone. If his brother knew anything about his activities tonight, he needed to know. "You scared the church girl away?" he mocked, plopping down next to him and kicking his boot.

Juice hadn't been in the mood to leave his room or spend time with the others. They'd probably make fun of him because he messed up with Grace. But after a while he had decided to sit down somewhere where it was still quiet, focusing on a game on his phone. The only reason why he looked up was Happy who was now sitting next to him. "She just had to go home," he answered and he cleared his throat. It was obvious that Happy was right, but he didn't want to admit that to everyone. "How uhm... was your night?" Juice put his phone away, looking curiously at Happy.

Happy glared at him. That Juice had known what Faye had wanted to do, was written all over his face. He had asked for Rowena just to make sure the girl wouldn't catch them. "How do you think my night was, huh?" He glanced over his shoulder. "What the hell were you thinkin', talkin' her into somethin' like that? You want me dead?" he growled.

Shit, he knew. Of course Happy would find out. And he should've known that Rowena would tell him where she was last night. Juice ran a hand over his head and shrugged briefly. "I don't know, not so good as it seems?" Juice didn't know if they had came closer or that Happy had told her to leave. "Don't you see how desperate she's trying to get your attention since, I don't know, a year? Didn't she tell you?"

"She just crept into my bed and I mistook her for Rowena." He rolled his eyes. "But she was on your dick, right?" he scoffed. "I had no idea she was after me. Damn, for a year?" He shook his head, feeling incredibly dumb. He had never noticed. Which was ironical, since he always knew pretty well which girls were interested in him.

Juice couldn't help but let out a chuckle before he became serious again. "I don't know what she told you and I'm not the one who should tell you about her feelings. But yeah, you really didn't notice shit."

"You should have talked it out of her head."

Juice shook his head. "No, not my job. You could've send her away. But now you know it, isn't that better?"

Happy rolled his eyes. "Yeah it is. Not gonna happen again."

Juice sighed. "You think this will work?"

Happy raised an eyebrow. "The hell are you talkin' about?" ‒ Really not having a clue what he meant with "this".

Juice shrugged. "Still seeing her. I mean, you two can't ignore each other now, but I have a feeling that's exactly what will happen."

"Nah, I can count the girls I haven't fucked around here on one hand. No need to ignore her for that. It was good anyway." He shrugged. Despite the fact that they were talking about Clay's daughter, he wanted to play it off cool and he kept his real thoughts ‒ that he was embarrassed as hell ‒ to himself.

Juice frowned as he looked at Happy, skeptically. "Okay, you're cool with that. But you think Faye will act like nothing happened?"

Happy shrugged, he was done with the shitty feelings talk and rather moved the attention to Juice himself. "You joined the bet for the church girl?"

Juice looked up quickly. "What? Are you kidding? Who the hell made a bet?" And then he remembered how Rat, Miles and Sack had tried to get close to Grace. "Shitheads," he murmured.

Happy chuckled. "My 50 bucks are in it too, but I'm not going after her. Can't do that to Faye." He shrugged. "You should join. They will hate it," he smirked. "And 250 bucks is easy earned."

"I hope so," he answered and he was kinda glad that Happy wouldn't try it. Should he join? He had messed it up, but he still could protect her from the others. "Okay, I'm in. I just hope Faye won't freak out."

"Nah, she won't. She joined the bet too," Happy knew. "So, already 300 bucks now you join." He slapped his shoulder and stood up, going back to the kitchen to get some food.

. . .

After Faye had slept for several hours at home, she got up, changed her clothes and let her hair fall over her shoulders. She definitely wanted to talk to Juice and thank him, but first she ate with her dad and Gemma.

"Dad? Can you take me to the club?" she asked, pushing her plate aside.

"Sure, are you done? Then let's go," he answered after he had finished his plate.

Once at the clubhouse, Faye got off her dad's bike and headed straight for Juice's room. First she wanted to talk to him before she met Happy. Without knocking she went in, as always.

"Hey." With a smile, she dropped on his bed next to him and crossed one leg over the other. "Thanks again for last night," she said, biting her lip. She didn't have to ask how he had distracted Rowena.

"No problem, for you always," he said with a wink and hesitated for a moment. "Did you talk to Grace?"

He really wanted to know if Grace was angry or still disappointed, and Faye realized that too. "Yes I have. She wanted me to tell you that it's not your fault, but she wants distance. Nevertheless, I wouldn't give up if I were you. Give her time," she said in a calm tone, reaching for his hand. "Who knows, maybe I can make her to come here again."

Juice smiled for a moment. The idea that Grace would come here again pleased him. Nevertheless, he hadn't much hope. Suddenly he remembered something else. "When did you plan to tell me about the bet, Faye? And damn, why did you join?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

Faye shrugged and looked at him. "I wanted to make it harder for the boys. Besides, nobody has a chance anyway. Believe me, you're the only one who's on her mind."

Grace had barely spoken to anyone but Juice. If someone had a chance, it was him. Although Kip was also the type of guy who knew how to treat a woman, that explained why he hadn't pushed so hard as the others.

"Okay good. I just hope these idiots forget about the bet. And you? What about you and Happy, huh?" he asked.

"It was really amazing, but he said that it wouldn't happen again."

For Faye, the topic was over and Juice didn't ask more questions. Instead, they spent the afternoon together, talking about things and playing video games.