Dasha POV
"That was amazing." I rolled off Happy. "You're getting better at this."
He pushed me and I fell off the bed. "You're a bitch." He laughed. "I'm the best you ever had little girl."
"I'm going to let you think that." I tugged my clothes back on. "How much longer do I gotta stay here, this staying quiet shit it beyond difficult for me?"
"I don't know, Koz took the problem to the Mayans. They're looking in to shit that could be going on because of Malia and her boyfriend." He sat up and looked at me. "You good?"
"I'm fine. Are you good?" I crossed the room and pulled my sneakers on. "You seem annoyed."
"I'm annoyed, this bed is too small to fuck you in." He smirked.
"I know." I laughed. "I have back problems from this set up."
"What have you been drawing in there that's so top secret?" He pointed to my sketchbook.
"A commissioned piece." I shrugged. "It's confidential, I can't even show it to you babe."
"Alright." He stood and pulled on his clothes.
"I have a question. It's been fucking with my head for awhile now." I stared as he buckled his belt.
"What?" He frowned.
"Why did that croweater pick you to peg her pregnancy on?" I rolled my eyes. "Doesn't make any sense at all to me. Like at all."
"Ask her." He rubbed my back. "I'm over her and her shit."
"I will." I nodded. "Again. Last time our talk failed miserably."
"Be forceful or some shit." He pulled the door open.
"I think you're looking for the word assertive there." I walked out in front of him and slammed into Tara.
"Sorry." I stooped and handed her the papers I made her drop.
"Whatever." She stormed off.
"I swear she's a fucking cunt." I walked after her. "What's your problem with me Tara for real?"
"I don't trust you." She spun around and glared at me. "Just stay away from me."
"Okay." I turned and walked towards Jax and Tig. I felt her right behind me. "Jackson."
"Yeah?" He looked at me then to Tara. "What's wrong now?"
"Nothing, I just wanted to show you that thing." I tapped my sketchbook.
"Oh." He stood. "Alright, let's go into chapel." His hand fell on my lower back as he led me into the room and shut the doors behind us. Making sure they were secure.
"Look." I opened the book. "I mean it's a rough draft, I have more to add if you want me to."
He picked it up and looked at it. "No, this is perfect. I love it." He pulled me into a tight hug. "You're the best." He kissed my lips softly.
"Thanks." I stared at him. "That kiss wasn't necessary though."
"Yeah, I've been wanting to do that since the diner in Tacoma." He rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry if it was too forward."
"I am with Happy, Jax." I stared at him. "Plus, you said you were happy with Tara. I don't think that this would work between us anyways."
"I think it could work." He grabbed my hands. "I'm the Prince, you're the Princess. You're cut out for this way more than Tara is. You seen her out there."
"This is heavy." I frowned. "I don't know what to say."
"Say that you'll think about it. If it doesn't work with Hap, I'll be around." He smirked. "Thanks for this though. I appreciate it."
"Welcome." I smiled. "I don't know about this whole thing between us. I mean we should really talk outside of the club. In actual private."
"This place is clean darlin'." He held my hand. "We have a connection, you can't deny that."
"I love Happy." I smiled.
"I love Tara." He smiled. "Doesn't mean we can't try us."
"I think that is exactly what it means." I laughed. "I don't know, this is heavy, like I said. I will give it thought if Hap and I ever break up."
"Fair enough." He kissed my cheek. "Thanks again." He ripped the drawing out of the book.
"Welcome." I rolled my eyes at his reaper as we walked out of the chapel.
"I want to know what she's showing you that's so top secret." She blocked him from walking. "You trying to sleep with Jax Dasha?"
"No." I looked at her then too Jax before feeling her fist connect with my nose. It cracked and I felt blood gush. "Omg! You fucking hit me!" I dropped my sketchbook and covered my nose. "Why would you do that?" I felt the tears roll down my cheeks.
"Have Chibs look at her." Jax said to Happy as he grabbed a hold of Tara's hands.
"No!" I shook my head. "Where's my dad?"
"Relax." Happy rasped. "Are you crying Dasha?"
"Yeah, it's a natural reaction to having my nose broken for no fucking reason. Tara is a psycho and she needs to go to fuckin' jail." I pushed away from him. "No one fuckin' follow me!"
#
"It's broken." Ima poked at my nose with a long acrylic fingernail. "Tara did this shit?"
"Yeah!" I frowned. "All I did was give Jax that drawing he asked me to do and Tara punched me. I literally started to cry!"
"Poor baby." She pulled me into a hug. "You're going to have to go to the hospital."
"I know!" I shook my head. "I don't want to go to the hospital. It's the last place I want to fucking be. I've been sitting up here since it happened."
"Do you want me to go beat her ass for you? I will do that. I hate that bitch." She smirked. "I at least think you should get someone to reset your nose, it's looking a little crooked."
"Go get Chibs then." I sighed.
"He doesn't like me." She shook her head.
I stuck my head into the opening and looked around. "CHIBS! CHIBS! CHIBS! CHIBS! CHIBS! CHIBS! CHIBS!"
"Jesus Christ." He looked up. "What're you interrupting my drinking for?"
"I want you to reset my nose." I climbed down. "Please?"
"Aye." He nodded and grabbed my face. "On three. 1...2鈥 "
"Fuck." I heard a crack. "You said three?"
"I lied." He shrugged. "Get some ice on it and you'll be fine lass."
"Promise?" I looked up at him as I followed him to the bar.
"Yes." He hugged me. "You took the hit like a champ."
"Then I cried." I laughed. "I just never got hit by a grown ass woman. All I was doing was giving Jax what he asked for which reminds me, where's my sketchbook?"
"Jax has it." He handed me a bag of ice. "Keep it on your face."
"I plan to." I nodded. "This is cold as fuck."
"Where is she?" Malia came bursting into the clubhouse. "Omg! Did you hit her back?"
"No." I squealed. "I fucking cried!"
She pulled me into a hug. "I will beat her ass, where is she?"
"I don't know." I pulled her into the hall. "Leave this shit alone, it's not good for you right now. Ima!"
"What?" She climbed down from the roof. "You need me to hit her now?"
"No." I shook my head.
"I'm going to anyway so it's on." Malia took off her earrings and tied up her hair. Ima following suit. "Good thing I wore sneakers."
"I didn't." Ima frowned.
"Take mine." I slipped my sneakers off and kicked them to her.
"We need to lure her out." Ima looked at us. "She won't just come out unless she has to."
"We knock on the door, say one of the guys is bleeding, when she rounds the corner I'll grab her and shit pops off." Malia said. "I'm going to show this bitch that when she messes with one she messes with us both."
"So we're jumping her?" I frowned. "I don't think we should. I mean it could cause a lot of shit. I'm stuck here and you two are free to go whenever."
"You want to let people get away with hitting you Dasha? You want everyone to think it's okay to pick on you?" She looked mad.
"No." I shook my head. "I just don't want to be the pariah here. I want to keep things as peaceful as possible."
"I'll hit her." She sighed.
"You just like to fight Malia." I rolled my eyes. "I can't stop you from doing what you want."
"Good." She banged on Tara's door and then ran off.
"Very mature." Tara stuck her head out of the door and glared at me and Ima.
"One of the guys is hurt and they need you." I shrugged. She came out of the room in a hurry and as soon as she rounded the corner Malia laid her out.
"You don't fuckin' touch my sister!" She slammed Tara's face into the floor. "You want to hit someone, then hit me you stupid ass smug bitch."
"Break it up!" Happy pulled Malia up by the back of her jeans. "You go outside." He helped Tara up.
"No!" Malia reeled back and smacked Tara again. "I'm letting all you bitches know right now, you fucking lay hands or disrespect my sister you're going to have to deal with me. She's the lover and I'm the fighter."
"Calm down." I finally pulled her back. "She's got the message."
SOASOASOA
Kozik POV
"So what the fuck happened?" I looked at the three blondes sitting on the boxing ring.
"Tara broke my nose." Dasha shrugged
"I jumped Tara." Malia smiled. "See, war wounds and everything." She waved her hands around.
"I was going to help, but she had it under control." Ima frowned.
"Better together than we are apart." Dasha and Malia hugged.
"Jesus. I don't want you attacking Tara. I know she hurt your sister but next time leave it the fuck alone." I glared at Malia. "We don't need trouble here, we need peace!"
"I don't agree but alright. Dad you know I'm fucking protective over Dasha. I'm going to fucking react when someone touches her." She crossed her arms. "I'm not with letting Tara get away with hitting Dasha for no goddamn reason."
"There's a pecking order." I rubbed my face.
"I don't give a fuck." Dasha stood up. "Fuck it all, my face is fucked up dad, I just lost three jobs because of it. I didn't even do shit! I was giving Jax what he asked for and Tara made a shitty ass assumption and broke my nose over it. I'm devastated right now dad. Do you think I deserved this." She waved her hand over her face. "I don't think I did, maybe I could have approached him at a different time but I wanted his opinion before I finalized the drawing. He asked me for a fucking drawing and I got a busted nose."
"Dasha." I pulled her into a hug as she started to cry. "I'm sorry you're having a hard time in this club life, sorry, I'm really sorry about it."
"It's not the club dad, it's just the women of the men." She wiped her eyes on my shirt. "I just don't get why they don't like me. I've given them no reason not to."
"You'll be fine. You can go home. The prospects cleaned up. This situation isn't a Sons problem after all." I kissed her head. "You, Malia, go home to your boyfriend and stay there."
"I have to tell you something before I go though dad. In private." Malia grabbed my hand and dragged me towards her car.
"What is it?" I held her hands.
"I don't know how to say this in an easy way dad, I'm pregnant." She looked up at me. "I know it's not ideal but I'm happy and he's happy. He got us a house in the suburbs and everything dad."
"Wow." I looked at her. "Okay, now we really have to protect you. The message in the house wasn't for Dasha. It was for you. Esai made some enemies and now it's a Mayans problem. I'll put a tail on you so you get back to him safely. You listen to him, stay inside."
"Alright." She hugged me. "I love you dad."
"I love you too you little shit." I kissed her head.
#
"Dasha." I poked my head into the hallway. "You and Hap decent? I want you to meet my lady."
"Lady?" Dasha rushed out of her room. Happy on her heels.
"Yeah." I smiled. "Just made it official today."
"Where is she?" She bounced around my feet.
"Living room, calm down. You actually know her." I rubbed my neck and grimaced.
She peeked out. "Holy shit, you're dating my fuckin' doctor? What the actual fuck dad?"
"I thought you'd be happy." I smiled at her.
"No. Why would I be? Is this why she started taking more of an interest in me in the past sessions?" She glared at Ashley. "I want a new doctor."
"Dasha." I grabbed her arm. "Don't be like this."
"Dad, she was my favorite doctor I've ever had and you splooged all over it. Am I supposed to be happy about that? I'm happy for you but what about me? Now I have to see an entirely new doctor and explain my shit all over again. It's tiring." She walked in her room and closed the door.
"Let me talk to her." Ashley came over and knocked on the door. "Dasha, let me in please."
"No." She opened the door. "I don't want to talk to you anymore. How dare you fuck my dad! He's my dad! Doesn't that cross some type of patient line or some shit. Fuck I'm so upset I keep fuckin' cussing."
"Leave her alone." Happy glared at Ashley. "I don't want my girl more upset than she already is."
"You're her boyfriend? You're a little too old don't you think?" She looked up at him. "I think she does have daddy issues."
"The fuck?" He gave her a disgusted look. "I think you're the one with fuckin' issues. You're not coming in here and disrespecting her."
"I'm trying to help." She backed away. "I didn't mean to offend."
"It's no big deal." Dasha poked her head back out. "You need to relax, I would like a recommendation for a new doctor."
"I think we're all jumping the gun." I said. "I don't see why she can't be your doctor and my lady."
"Um! Because she will talk to you about me and you will talk to her about me. She'll say some doctor shit and you'll be like oh hmm, I didn't notice that. Then you'll start watching me and getting paranoid. Like seriously, she looked at Happy and assumed I had to be with him because of daddy issues. No I liked him since I first saw him. He's fucking sexy as hell. Okay! When I saw him I was thinking with my pussy!" She stepped out of the room.
"I didn't need to know that." I shook my head. "I don't want to know it now. This will work. We won't talk about you Dasha."
"Alright." She pulled Happy into her room. "You guys can leave us alone now. Got some daddy issues to work out with him apparently."
"That could have been bad." I laughed. "She reacted better than expected."
"That was a good reaction? That man is scary as fuck." She sat on the sofa next to me. "I'm going to find her a good replacement doctor I promise."
"Let's worry about that later. Let's just relax and watch this TV." I turned it on. "Scary movie or what?"
"Thriller." She draped her legs over my lap. "This is a nice house."
"Thanks, recently painted and redecorated." I rubbed her legs. "You got really nice thighs."
"Thanks." She kissed my neck. "You have really nice everything."
"I know." I sighed and settled into the sofa. I knew it would be a matter of time before Dasha got used to Ashley being around.
"Hey." Happy sat down in the recliner. "She hit the bed and knocked out cold."
"Her medicine working for her?" Ashley looked at us both.
"Yeah." I smiled. "She hasn't had too many mood swings lately."
"Nope." Happy shook his head.
"You don't think you're too old for Dadha?" She looked at him.
"This shit again?" He rolled his eyes. "No I don't."
"You're not concerned that she may change her mind and want kids and marriage?" She blinked at him.
"If she changes her mind." He scoffed. "She ain't changing her mind. That girl is solid."
"I don't think it's fair for you to expect her to sacrifice everything for you and your life but you don't sacrifice anything for her. Would you at least consider marrying her if she wanted that?" She crossed her arms. Instantly going from Ashley to Dr. Linden.
"Look, I don't do kids, I don't do marriage. I made that very clear to Dasha. She understands that." He looked at me. "You feel the same Koz? You think I'm wrecking her future?"
"Yeah." I nodded. "She's got what twenty years left with you? We're not going to live forever. So what the fuck happens when she wakes up at forty and you're dead and she realizes that she should have been with someone her age and had kids. She's going to be alone when you're gone. Can you live with that thought?"
"It's not my fault that she doesn't want kids. That was her own decision." He stood. "You two got anything else to say to me?"
"If you love her, truly love her. Let her go and be a twenty three year old." She looked up at him. "If it's meant to be, you'll end up back with her."
"Yeah." He rubbed his head and walked off.
"You think he'll do it?" I stared at her.
"Yeah." She nodded. "He loves her enough."
"She's going to be heartbroken." I frowned. I half wanted him to leave her the other half didn't want to see what the aftermath would be like.
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