Chapter 37

After her shower Lana felt surprisingly clean, despite how much her body ached. With her towel wrapped around her, she pigeon stepped into the bedroom and realised she was completely alone. Looking out the window she could see the night sky was pure black and looking at the time she could see it was two-thirty in the morning. She yawned, the night's festivities finally catching up to her.

She couldn't believe it, she was actually back in Happy's presence, and she never thought the day would come. Even though he wasn't in the room she could sense him, he was everywhere, on the chest of drawers, on the floor, on the bed. A pain twanged in the pit of her stomach when she realised that this elated feeling would soon disappear as soon as Happy found out she was used. Nothing in the world could prepare you for such demeaning violation but to have to share that with a Motorcycle Club, it was beyond imaginable. It was damn right filthy.

Brushing the images aside of Brad over stepping his boundaries, she walked to the edge of the bed and undid her towel. With her back to the door, she shimmied the towel up and then down her back drying off any excess water. Bending down she slips her dirty panties back on and clutches the towel to her chest. The door cracked open and she scrambled to cover the towel completely around her but just ends up holding the material to her boobs.

"Hi, I'm Tara. Can I come in?"

"What do you want?"

"Sorry, I'm the in house Doctor around here. Happy sent me to see you."

"That's mighty nice of him." Lana sounded bitter but she couldn't help it, it was just in her nature to be stand offish with new people.

Tara smiled and closed the door behind her. Already spotting the gripped bruises on her arms, she stepped closer in the hopes that Lana would face her. She did, but her gaze never met hers.

"I'm just here to help you. You need to know that whatever is said between these walls, it's between me and you."

Just at that final word, the door barges open and there stands Koz. His chest heaving and his stare all the more evil.

Tara was furious, she was about to scorn the Tacoma Sgt at Arms but was beat to the punch.

"KOZ! Get the fuck outta here." Lana retorted.

Tara was a little surprised by the outburst, she'd never heard anybody talk to Koz the way she did. Tara didn't much mind but it was few and far between when a girl gave a member what for, especially in the walls of SAMCRO.

"Is THAT what that FUCKER did to you?" Koz glared at Lana, ignoring her stunned facial expression. "…Hap just told me...why in the FUCK did you not call me?" Koz was furious. He knew she'd been beat on but from the description he'd just got from Happy in the bar, he was just livid. "…Is that a broken fuckin' rib?" He stalks towards Lana and points at her side, but looks incredulous at Tara for an explanation.

"I-I will have to." Tara finds herself gulping; her professional manner was swayed aside when she looked into the eyes of a well known killer. "…to make an assessment but if...if…"

"Koz! Just leave it the fuck alone…" Lana interrupts, doesn't like the fact Koz throws his weight around without considering the consequences, and figured the Doctor needed a hand in laying down the rules. "…you ever hear of the word private, get outta here will ya'."

Koz finally calms, taking one last look at Lana's bruise he finds himself following down her thighs and then back up, noticing abundantly that the towel she's holding is covering her bare breasts.

Happy enters the room to see Tara, Lana and Koz. He knew Tara was supposed to be here but no Koz.

"Koz, the fuck… get outta here, can hear her shoutin' at you in the bar. Leave it alone." He pats Koz on the shoulder and he squeezes, in a gentle manner as Koz turns inwardly, almost leaning into his shoulder.

"We better make this shit right, Brother." Koz mumbles in passing, his voice low and meaningful, the image of Lana's fragile body being chucked around a room, fresh in his minds eye. He feels Happy take a step back with him, as he passes the doors threshold, his gravel growl, low and direct to his own ears.

"You can fuckin' bet on it Brother… looks like it's just you and me, Clay sent orders to the Prospect, might have that prick hauled up in a hospital by now." Happy says, and is relieved that finally someone is on the same page as him. He was pleasantly surprised and felt guilty, that he didn't think it would have been Kozik. He scolded himself for thinking so foolishly, hating that he thought he couldn't rely on the Brother he'd known the longest. He should have known better.

Clapping his hand and gripping tight onto Happy's outstretched forearm, feeling the same intense strength coming from Hap's grip of his forearm, he nodded, stared directly in his eyes. A notion passed between them.

"Better get the Doctor scrubs outta the closet then Brother." Kozik voiced his preparation for what was already decided between the two of them. Retaliate was a given.

"HAP… HAP" Lana called and he turned to her, just as she reached the dorm entrance and into the corridor. Looking into her eyes, red rimmed and painfully tired, he walked up to her, closing the gap as he reached a hand to the side of her face.

"Ssh…let the Doc take care of you…I'll be back soon."

Lana saw that look in his eyes thousands of times. She had heard the mumbled talk between Koz and him as they walked out of the dorm room together; she just knew something was going to happen.

"Don't do anything stupid Hap."

Happy refused to lie to her, didn't want to go back to old habits. If he was gonna change for her, she had to be savvy to everything that he did. He was capable of being the man she fell in love with, and being the man the Club needed.

"I'm not gonna lie to ya'…this has to be done."

"Are you gonna kill him?" Lana squeaked. Her words were more of a whisper as she leaned into his chest, hoping he'd wrap his arms around her, but he didn't.

"That fuckers already dead… he just don't know it yet."

Lana creased her eyes and her chin trembled, she didn't want him to leave her again. She shouldn't have left him in the first place, he would never have been put in this situation if it wasn't for her and now he was possibly going to get caught and she'd be without him indefinitely.

"Hap…I love you." She caught her breath and realised she'd whimpered out the words far too soon, and she looked at him stunned.

After hearing her declaration there was no other choice but to kiss her. So he did. He didn't give two shits who saw it, as he swept his tongue from his lips and scooped up her fallen pout. He felt her arms wrap around his neck and it was mind blowing having that feeling around him again. She was lost in the passion, and so was he but he was more aware of their surroundings and felt for the towel that was pressed between them. Wrapping it around her back as he kissed her, he pulled away with a soft smile on his lips.

"You better keep hold of that…Piglet." He winked and then walked away, leaving her clutching the towel and her lips swollen from his passionate kiss.

Lana was about to collapse from heart ache and was caught by a soft touch, she balanced herself and turned to see who had helped her gain composure.

"Well there…looks like you got yourself a Son." Gemma crowed.

"He's been mine before he joined." Lana snuffed.

"Hmmm, not sure the crow-eaters around here feel the same way."

Lana didn't know what to say, what, could she have said. Thankfully Tara joined them in the corridor and asked Lana to come back into the bedroom. As they pottered into the room, with Gemma last to join, Tara turned and told her to leave. It earned a scornful look but Gemma understood.

"Don't let her get to you. She doesn't know you. She's just trying to protect her family." Tara voiced her concerns over seeing Lana's upturned nose as Gemma left.

"Yea well…Happy isn't her family."

"Well he's SAMCRO now…so he is. You'll just have to put up with it for a few weeks, her possessiveness will pass… she was like that with me. I'm with her son, her real son, I mean." Tara was pleasant and polite and didn't want to get on the wrong side of anybody.

"Oh…how'd that work out for ya'?" Lana smirked.

In the end Tara just laughed and so did Lana, both of them realising that Gemma was just a hard bitch and ultimately they both had other business to attend to.

~AN~

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