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Chapter 17: Bullets

The tension in the bedroom was thick and both of them could feel an undeniable pull towards each other. Rogan stood by the door to the room and just took in the view of Happy, now only wearing sweatpants walking out of the master bathroom. When she decorated her bedroom, she wanted it to be a very dark and cozy room with dim lights and the campfire scented candles she constantly had going...and now, with Happy in the room she felt the sensual energy spilling into the room.

Under his heated gaze Rogan found herself feeling...shy...for the first time in her life. Her growing feelings towards Happy over the past couples weeks were impossible to ignore any longer.

"I sleep on the side closest to the window" She walked into the room and over to the dresser she had for her underwear, pajamas and lingerie. She was unsure what she should go for...a casual bedtime outfit? Something sexy?

"Works for me" Happy walked behind her, letting his hand skim her hip and lower back as he moved past her and to his designated side of the bed. She pulled a clean pair of simple white cotton underwear from her drawer and decided to just wear her tank top and underwear to bed, knowing that the heat from Happy's body and the mountains of blankets on her bed would keep her warm throughout the night. She walked into the bathroom and closed the door so she could brush her teeth and finish getting ready for bed.

Happy watched the door close behind her and climbed in under the covers of her bed. He could definitely get used to staying here instead of his shitty dorm at the clubhouse. He hadn't lied when he told her that he had his 'own place' but he didn't explain that his house was technically the house his mother lived in back in Bakersfield….so while he was in Tacoma, he just stayed in the dorm.

He saw the ash tray and the pack of cigarettes next to the bed and just smiled thinking back on one of their first interactions on the park bench when he said that a good fuck and cigarettes were the best pairing. He was going to grab a cigarette from the nightstand but his eyes caught sight of the bathroom door open and his movements stilled.

He saw Rogan emerge from the room wearing her tiny white tank top and then a tiny pair of white cotton underwear and his heart skipped. As a very normal and sexually hungry male, he always envisioned women in black lingerie and in slutty outfits as being 'sexy'...but that all instantly changed the moment he saw Rogan. Her tan skin, dark hair and then her innocent white panties and tank top made his jaw drop.

She walked over to her side of the bed and started pulling the covers back, and Happy couldn't wait for her to get settled before he pounced. He made his way closer until she was within reach, and then grabbed her wrists and pulled her down until she was straddling him.

She laughed as she fell onto him, and instantly wrapped her body around his, loving the warm and strong feeling of his body pressed against hers. He sat up so that he was leaning against the headboard with her comfortably in his lap and the blankets half-hazordly thrown around the bed.

"Handsy old man"

She could feel the growl reverberate in his chest as she ran her hands up and around his neck, massaging the tense knots in the back of his neck and shoulders.

"It's ok. I'll take care of the old man" She winked at him and saw him roll his eyes.

"Do I get a sponge bath?" She felt his hands move from her thighs up until they rested on her hips. His fingers dipped under the waistband of her underwear and she could feel the shivers run up her spine at the feather light touches.

"Only if you are really good"

"Oh...I can be really really good" He leaned forward and lightly pressed his lips against hers but the sweet kisses quickly started to heat up.

His hands moved from her hips onto her ass until he was palming each cheek in his large hands. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, keeping him secured in place as they continued to kiss each other with a hunger and desire that was becoming pretty normal for the pair. Since she was straddling him she could feel his erection becoming harder and harder against her inner thigh and she couldn't contain the moan from passing between her lips and into their kiss. Happy groaned in response and made the move to wrap his arm around her back and flip them so that she was laying underneath him. Her legs instantly spread to accommodate his large body and her hands were attached to the thick cords of muscles running down his forearms as they pressed into the mattress on either side of her head. He pulled far enough away from her so he could take a mental picture of her beneath him with her dark hair splayed out on the pillows and her lips swollen from the heated contact.

"If this is you being really really good then I can't wait to find out what being bad looks like"

Happy chuckled as he leaned down and rather than kissing her, he nuzzled his face into the side of her neck, breathing in her very unique and intoxicating scent. He felt her wrap her arms around his torso and lightly scratch at his back.

"As much as I desperately want to devour you princess, this old man needs his sleep"

His statement shocked her, but she was thankful. She still desperately wanted to fuck Happy, but she was also still determined to hold out….especially now that she had found herself developing some kind of deeper feelings. The fear that Happy would lose interest after having sex with her was still in the forefront of her mind, and as much as she wanted things to continue and progress into very dangerous and delicious territory...she was thankful it didn't.

"Come here" She pulled him down so that he was halfway laying on her and the bed. Their bodies seemed to instinctively know how to respond to one another and fit together perfectly and before they knew it, both of them had fallen asleep.

The obsession had continued to grow and blossom into something that scared some of his brothers. A picture taken through the window of her kitchen as she cooked dinner was printed and in his wallet while another picture of her smoking a cigarette outside of a coffee shop was in the sun visor of his truck. His brothers could understand where the obsession stemmed from but he was starting to become completely consumed by the woman. Every moment that wasn't spent sleeping or focused on club business, he was following her or spending time in the places he had seen her visit...like the park or the coffee shop in the North End.

"Louis, man, we are heading down to the casino. You in?"

He grabbed a pack of cigarettes from his pocket as he walked to his truck - completely ignoring his brothers as he went. They watched as he started up the truck and then lit his cigarette before peeling out of the parking lot.

His heart raced as he started driving in the direction of her condo. He quickly smoked the cigarette and then grabbed the photo from the sun visor, rubbing his fingers over the image that was already starting to fade. She was stunning. Her long hair was tied up in a messy bun, exposing her long and elegant neck. She was wearing a simple t-shirt, tied up and exposing her toned stomach, and a tiny pair of spandex shorts that perfectly hugged her curvy hips. She was leaning against her kitchen island as she watched something cooking on the stove. When he looked at the picture, he imagined that he was coming home to that woman. That she was cooking him a great meal to come home to. He imagined kissing her gorgeous neck and sinking himself deep into her as she moaned his name.

His wild eyes looked out as he came down the all too familiar street that she lived on. It was after midnight, so all the condos in the tiny complex she lived in had their lights off. He pulled up to her condo and his mood instantly went from excitement and mania to pure and unyielding anger. He saw the truck parked in her drive-way and instantly saw red. Her lights were all off and with the visitor he could only assume that it meant she had an overnight companion.

He hadn't intended on making any large gestures but the sight of the truck made his blood run cold and his body sweat. He lit up another cigarette to try and calm his rage, but it didn't really take any of the edge off. He grabbed his gun from the center console and stepped out of the truck with the cigarette dangling from his lips. He walked over to the truck and looked in the windows hoping he would get some hint about who the fucker was, but it was pretty damn clean. He ashed the cigarette onto the hood of the car, deciding to stub it out on the chipped black paint. He walked back over to his own truck across the street and leaned against the side, looking back at the driveway and spinning the gun around in his hand. His eyes could have been described as wild in that moment as he stared at the pick-up truck and pictured the man that it belonged to. He knew that she had been involved with one of the Sons and it wouldn't shock him if one of them drove a truck when the weather got cold. Just the thought of one of those motherfuckers sharing a bed with her made him go from enraged to blackout out from the high levels of pure anger.

He lifted his arm that held the gun and pointed it at the truck, firing off 6 bullets before jumping in his truck and speeding down the road. The gun was still warm as he drove off back to his apartment.

The warm embrace they were locked in was abruptly ruined when they both jolted awake to the sound of a gun firing multiple times. Happy quickly looked over at the woman that was once in his arms and snapped out of his sleepy fog to make sure she wasn't riddled in bullets. Once he saw she was alright, and she had done her initial body scan of him as well, they both jumped from the bed and grabbed their guns.

"Stay in here" Happy held his hand up as he went to exit the bedroom and didn't even give her a second glance as he stalked out of the room. Normally, she would listen to his demands in these kinds of situations; however, she was in her own home and had the right to make sure everything was alright.

She stormed out of the room behind him with her own gun in her hand and watched Happy evaluate the house.

"I told you to -" He stopped talking when he looked out the window in the kitchen to see the damage that was done to his truck.

"Motherfucker" He grumbled under his breath as he whipped the front door open and rushed towards his truck. Rogan was not far behind him, becoming very aware of how nearly naked she was when the icy cold air slapped her skin.

She walked over to Happy and noticed the bullet holes littering the side of his truck.

"Get in the house" Happy could feel her come up next to him but instead of going inside, she curled up into his side and felt him wrap his arm around him.

"This is my fault. I'm sorry Happy" She rubbed his chest and felt him pull her a little tighter to his side.

"It's not your fault princess. Let's get inside" He dragged her into the condo and set the alarm system behind them. He watched as Rogan walked back down the hallway with her gun in her hand and her ass cheeks peeking out from her tiny white panties. In that moment, he instantly forgot about the bullet holes and instead could only think about the sexy half naked woman with the gun.

"Let's go back to bed" She looked over her shoulder and motioned for him to follow her with the gun in her hand. Happy smirked as he followed behind her, watching the gorgeous way her body slinked down the hallway and back into the warm cocoon of her bedroom.

"I'm sorry Happy. Maybe I should call the cops and file a report" She put the gun back on her bedside table and brought her hands up to her forehead, trying to press the impending headache out of her temples.

"No. I'm going to find this guy" He put his gun back on the bedside table on his side of the bed and got under the covers. Rogan slid into her side and immediately cozied up to his side.

"Alright….but I want to see him" Happy looked down at her with a shocked look on his face.

"What? No way. This guy isn't getting anywhere near you again"

She rubbed her hand on his chest and smiled at his protective urges. "Happy. I love that you want to keep me safe, and I know that you will do everything you can to….end this...but I need to confront this guy."

He started playing with her hair and twirling it around his fingers as he thought about all the fun things he would do to the sick fucker that was tormenting Rogan. He thought about how slow he would torture the son of a bitch before killing him in the most painful way possible.

"Fine" He felt her nuzzle into him as she started to ease back into a deep sleep and it wasn't that much longer before he fell asleep dreaming of torture tactics.

Things are really heating up! I hope you guys liked the short portion from our villian, Louis's point of view!

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