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Day of the wedding

"You look like you need a drink," Jax commented, watching Happy go paler by the minute.

"Two," he sat down behind the kitchen table.

Jax smirked, pulled out a bottle of Jack, and placed it before him with two classes.

"Getting hitched… It ain't as bad as it sounds… I suppose," Jax moved to the other end of the table.

Happy raised his eyes for a second, but didn't answer. He was really struggling to keep calm. What the fuck had he gotten himself into? Marriage was so not for him.

He let out a groan, an unwilling one.

Jax only chuckled in response. Of course he found it amusing. All of them did. Especially Tig, who he could predict was soon going to suffer under a serious concussion, if he kept on bugging him about becoming a loving husband.

Husband.

He had really started to hate that word. It resembled too much with the idea of him being a hussy on a band.

Another involuntary move made his hand wipe across the table, in the process knocking over the half-full class of fiery liquid.

"Shit," Happy mumbled, looking at the mess that was nearly dripping down to the floor.

"Don't worry about it,"Jax reached for a towel and aimlessly threw it over the puddle.

"I'mma go have a smoke outside," Happy stood up abruptly, head spinning and in serious need of fresh air.

Jax might have mumbled something in agreement, but he couldn't even register what it was. He was in such a state of disorientation that maybe he himself was in need of a little concussion to snap him out of the haze he was currently living in.

He made it to the door, opened it up, and was physically pushed back in. He reached for his gun, but a "I'd rather you didn't", accompanied with a barrel aimed at his head, made him think twice.

His eyes moved from the gun to the holder, why the fuck were Chinese busting in on them?

"I need you two to come with me," Henry's voice sounded from behind the stupid asshole pointing a gun at his head. "Don't do anything stupid… and we won't have to do anything stupid to you."

"What the hell is this?" Jax demanded.

"All in good time. Let's go," Lin motioned to the door.

At gunpoint they were shoved into a black van. It was only then that he suddenly remember what day it was, and were he was supposed to be. Lexi. Did they have her too? Or others? The hell was this even all about? They had no beef with the Chinese, at least not to his knowledge. And Jax seemed to be thinking about the same thing. Only more vocally.

Lin made it look like he was surrounded by a soundproof cell, stupid motherfucker was so going to die for this.

After a short drive, they were escorted to some warehouse-like building. At this point, his expression must have been stone cold. All his nerves were gone, and in was the familiar buzz that came with trying to make it out alive from whatever mess he was in.

Only that there wasn't much to do as these fuckers had already shackled them up, taken their guns, knives and phones. He looked around for something else to use as weapon. His eyes made out the shape of a crowbar not that far away, but as they were under a constant supervision, and unable to move, getting to it was a slim chance.

"If you would tell us what it is that you want, we could perhaps come to some sort of an agreement," Jax's voice was uncharacteristically hesitant.

Lin, who had just entered the room, looked at both of them in turn with a smirk on his face, "Sure."

"I need you to reconsider your vote," he pulled a chair and sat in front of them.

"What vote?" Jax looked just as confused as Happy felt.

"The Galindo deal?" Lin raised an eyebrow. "You guys should know better than to make promises you do not intend to keep."

"What deal? What the hell are you talking about? We ain't even in the drug business."

"You saying there was no vote? Actually it doesn't matter. What matters is that according to Clay that deal is in the makings, at least was, before he announced that you guys were backing out. And don't get me wrong, I do understand why you might think twice, but in the end, there simply ain't no backing out when things are promised and already in the motion."

Jax turned to look at Hap, his face contorted in anger, the same anger that was heating up Hap's blood. Fucking Clay.

"So why take us, why not come to the club in peace? We could have worked something out," Jax tried to force his voice calm.

"Could have? Oh we will, don't worry. I'm just helping you guys get to the right solution a bit faster. I mean what it all comes down to is vows and promises, so I got to thinking that who else to make an example out of, than a groom and his best man, am I right?" Lin raised his hands in a manner as if it was all self-explanatory.

"Oh which reminds me, let's make them squirm a little more, why don't we," he said to them, before turning to his guys, "where's the crazy-looking one's phone?"

"I'm going to murder you. Slowly," Happy growled, looking at Lin typing something into his phone.

"Easy there. No need for threats, we're all friends here. I'm simply letting the bride know that you're sorry for not making it on time," Lin mumbled in an unaffected tone.

"You will regret that," Happy seethed through clenched teeth.

Fury didn't even begin to describe the state Hap's head was in. He'd never felt this furious before. It was one thing to fuck with him, the club… but to include her. He was personally going to make sure Lin's death would be excruciatingly painful.

„Anyways, guys, if you need anything, let them know. I have to head out for a moment," Lin pointed at his man. "I'm sure this will be settled soon enough, no need to work up grudges."

While Happy was busy killing all of them with his glare, Jax was literally choking on a short burst of laughter.

…

After what felt like a couple of hours, Lin was finally back, a grin stretching from ear to ear.

"Like I said, boys, we're all good now. The vote got passed in your absence. I'm sure we can put this little insanity behind us now… My guys will drop you off to the clubhouse … and just don't try anything, okay. Talk to Clay first," he looked down on them with visibly growing wary. By the end of his little speech, the grin he had entered the room with was non-existent.

Happy could instantly tell that Lin had lost half of his confidence as soon as he saw that neither he nor Jax seemed to be okay with any of this. As if anyone could be okay with being kidnapped right before his wedding.

Shit. Poor Lexi was probably worried as hell. He already hated himself for having put her through all that had happened in the past, and now this.

However, letting it all set for a moment, he decided not to start thinking about the ways to make it up to her, instead he simply wanted to hold her in his arms and never let go.

All the doubts he'd had before the wedding. They meant nothing to him now. He knew what he really wanted in this crazy life of his, especially who he wanted.

…

Next day in Hungary

Taking her first steps off the plane, feeling just as if she was taking her first steps as a living being in general, she couldn't break through the part of her brain that kept on insisting that it was all just a bad dream.

However, as badly she might have wanted it to be true, she knew it wasn't. It was as real as all those people striding past her, talking in a manner that all together sounded like an angry hornet's nest.

"Exit… Where the fuck is that god damn exit," she mumbled, far too loudly for a person standing in the middle of a crowded room all alone.

A few sets of eyes might have gazed upon her, but she did not care.. so what if she was the foreign weirdo.

Polly had promised to pick her up from the airport, but as she was still somewhat far away from it, it left Lexi with an hour and a half to kill all by herself.

Sadly though, she'd been locked up inside her head, mentally reliving all the shit that had ever happened to her, much too long for it to be healthy. Since the moment she'd sat down in that cab, broken and beaten, she'd wanted to be left alone. But now that every though about Charming and the people in that horrible little town had started bringing her to the edge of actually puking her guts out, she realized the error in holding all that sorrow deep inside. Having it all bottled up… In the end it was simply making her even sicker than she already felt. She knew she needed to let at least some of it out, before her head blew up, and preferably to someone she could actually trust.

However, as she had literally reached that sad state in life, where she had no-one who she could without any doubt trust, she was forced to be okay with the second option- having to turn to the people she'd buried, along with all the memories of her father, to the depths of her mind.

It wasn't fun to dig all that shit back up, but it was necessary. She just knew that she couldn't go through this hell all alone. She wouldn't find her way out, without directions and a little help.

So she had turned to the devil himself. Well actually to the devils spawn. Polly… Lexi had always known that she was way more daddy's little girl than she'd ever even pretended to be. Polly, unlike her, had also always understood the mission, even if she didn't know it back then to be a real mission, she still never had a problem with casting dirty glances toward people with different skin color. It was just the code she was taught, it was the way of life for her. But unlike Polly, they could never make Lexi a real believer.

However, despite all that, despite the fact that they had never agreed on the most basic notions about the world as such, they'd still become close at times.

Maybe it was because at those specific times they had no-one else, maybe because somehow they'd learned to shut their eyes when it came to differences in opinions? Whatever it was, it had somehow made Polly the person she chose to reach out to in the time of need.

Or maybe she chose to reach out to her and her father, because she wanted to make Charming pay.

"Lexi?" a hesitant voice reached her ears.

She turned around, looking at the blond-haired girl walk up to her in a rushed manner.

"Hi," Lexi gulped, feeling relief wash over her.

"Hm.. that's different," her eyes loomed over her red locks.

"Long story," Lexi shook her head, not wanting to get into details just yet.

"That I could guess… You look like shit."

"Thanks, I also feel vibrant like a fucking rainbow."

"I've missed you," she grinned.

Lexi could tell that she was sincere. At least about that.

"Thank you for meeting me," she tried to return the smile, but it was quite a painful attempt.

"How could I not. You'd do it for me."

She had no answer to that. Would she have done it if the roles were switched? Or would she have turned her back to her, being all caught up with the Sons and their hatred for the League and what they'd done to Gemma. Not that she now thought that any of that was right… hell no. But she simply wasn't in the positon to judge the only people in the world willing to help her without a question.

"Okay, but let's get you out of the cold. I mean you, my little vibrant as fuck rainbow, are starting to look a bit too blue."

"In my defense I did not know I was about to enter country that is situated inside a big-ass freezer."

"To be all honest, it was shocking to me too at first, and yet I even remembered living here when I was about four. You'll get used to it."

She nodded. There were lots of things for her to get used to.

"Oh, were you careful?" Polly suddenly asked, looking around them suspiciously.

"Huh? Careful with what?" Lexi raised her eyebrow.

"Coming here. Did someone try to follow you?"

"I.. I don't thinks so. I left in such a hurry."

"Okay. Still, we should drive around a bit, can't have anyone follow us."

"Right," Lexi nodded absentmindedly.

This fucking world just kept on spinning. Even far away from the States, she was still mixed with the same crowd, still having to worry about things that normal law-abiding people wouldn't even consider to be a possibility.

Was it ever going to end?

Took longer than expected, but I guess you're already used to it. Sorry!

Anyhow, hope you liked it.

Poor Hap doesn't even know the mess that awaits at home. Hope he's up for a tough fight, because we already know that Clay will give his best to keep them from getting back together. But then again perhaps he is underestimating them? We'll see!

Would really appreciate your thoughts on it!